I enjoyed a period of television fame. I was treated as a young woman with more than just a big pair of tits. Even my high school principal was eager to accommodate my working schedule. I had kept my grades high, so, instead of having a study hall, like all the other students, I got out of school early to go to a beauty salon to have my hair done before the evening news shows. The beauty salon did my hair for free advertising in the credits at the end of the broadcasts. I got my stylish clothes the same way.
Before Christmas, Sam Adams had given me another raise. I now made two hundred fifty dollars a week. Not bad for a seventeen year old girl who secretly had a penis! The only people in the city who knew my secret were my family, John, Carol, Ted and Alice. The two society couples enjoyed our little get togethers too much to tell on me. Besides, they loved to attend social functions with me as their guest. They would sometimes pick me up at the television station after the six o'clock news, take to a party, introduce me to every one there and bring me back to the station by ten thirty so that I could do the eleven o'clock news. I met most of the city's upper crust that way, including the Mayor.
Part of my popularity on the news was due to the fact that I was always friendly and cheerful when I did the weather reports. I had also gotten pretty good at interpreting the national weather service's bulletins. Therefore, my predictions were usually accurate.
Jeff had given me permission, in one of his letters, to get his Mustang fastback out of storage. Going to school, the beauty shop, the television station, home and every where else, required that I have transportation. I had even started keeping up the payments on the car. After all, I now made almost as much money in a week as Jeff made in a month as a corporal in the U. S. Army.
Sitting at a traffic light one afternoon, I happened to look up at the delivery truck along side me. The driver and his male passenger were almost leaning out of the window of the truck cab. I glanced down to see that my dress had risen up past the tops of my nylon stockings and that three inches of bare thigh and garter straps were exposed. I glanced back up at the two smiling faces as I pulled my dress down to cover my legs. One of them shouted down, "Toni baby, we recognize you from the news. All the guys at the trucking company think you're beautiful. Just wait till we get back and tell them about your gorgeous legs!" They were both grinning. I realized that I was blushing.
The light turned green. They waved and I waved back automatically as I drove away. As I thought about what they had said, I realized that my nipples were hard. If it weren't for me being so well known in this city, I would have pulled my dress up to my panty girdle and driven around for the rest of the day.
That afternoon, when I got home, every one except Janice had gone shopping. She told me it was time for my female hormone shot. I followed her to the master bedroom and removed my clothes. I was down to my panty girdle, stockings and shoes when Janice said, "Being on tv has made you popular. The other day at work, I overheard two men talking. They didn't know that I could hear one of them was telling the other that he would crawl on broken glass and rusty razor blades just to sniff your panties."
I had removed my shoes and had rolled my stockings down my legs and off my feet. My D cup breasts swayed slightly as I bent over. She chuckled as she continued, "I would like to see him when you pull down your panties and you dick flops out!" I peeled my panty girdle down over my rounded hips. My penis was half hard. I knew that Janice would either sit on my cock, or, she would use her artificial penis to screw my bottom. Either way, she was going to make me have an orgasm.
Janice stabbed the hypodermic needle into my feminine buttock. Next, she produced her tape measure and recorded my measurements in her journal. She sat her book on the bed side table and pushed me onto my back on the bed. I lay there, with my breasts rising and falling, as I watched her undress. My penis was standing at attention by the time that Janice had removed her panties. My seven inch penis was standing tall from my blonde triangular shaped pubic hair.
Janice was a confirmed lesbian, but, she liked to sit on top of me and ride my hard cock. Perhaps, she loved my over sized tits and nipples? Maybe, it was the fact that except for my penis, I looked like a real girl? Possibly, it was because of the chemicals that she had injected in my scrotum? She knew that I wasn't capable of manufacturing sperm and could not get her pregnant.
Janice climbed on top of me and rode me like a rider rides a horse. Even though I couldn't ejaculate, I experienced an orgasm that continued for almost the entire time that it took for her to cum. Afterwards, we lay together for a few minutes. Janice was my mother's lover, but, once a month, when she gave me my hormone shot, we made love. Janice was so good in bed, I almost envied my mother.
I had showered and put on fresh clothes by the time that Mother and Sheila returned home. Vicky was gone with her boyfriend again. We ate a late lunch and it was time for me to go to the television station. I hugged every one and left the apartment.
John Adams was waiting for me in the lobby. "Toni, are you in a hurry? If you have a little time, you can help me with a big problem." I understood what he wanted. I smiled and accompanied him to his office. He closed the door and took me into his arms. His lips met mine and his tongue entered my mouth. I returned his kiss as I used my right hand to unzip his trousers.
John Adams had a nine inch penis. It was almost identical to Jeff's. I would practice on Mr. Adams's cock at least once every week or two. When Jeff got home, I wanted to be able to suck his cock better than any prostitute that he met in Viet Nam. I swallowed most of John's thick cock as it spewed cum down my throat. When I had drained his penis of all of its sperm, I licked my lips and savored the flavor. My own cock was so hard, it almost tore free of my panties.
I had touched up my lipstick in the rear view mirror of the Mustang before I started the engine and drove to the beauty parlor where I had my hair done. Several of the other patrons there told me that they watched me on the news every night. One of them said that she thought that it was wonderful that such a wholesome girl was on the news program. I smiled at her as I said, "Thank you. That's very sweet of you to say that." She smiled and patted my arm.
At the station, Harold didn't show up. He had been injured in an auto crash. He had phoned the studio. He said that he wasn't hurt seriously, but, he wouldn't be able to be here tonight.
Sam Adams told me, "Toni, you'll have to do the whole show by yourself, tonight." I almost panicked. Sam put me on the phone with Harold, who gave me a run down of what he had ready for tonight's show. I was nervous as I not only did the weather forecast, but, the news as well. After it was all over, Sam hugged me and said that I was great. "Toni, if the public ever accepts a news anchor woman, you'll be a natural!" I covered the eleven o'clock report as well.
Sam was back on the job by the next night. He said that I had done such a good job, he was afraid that his job wouldn't be waiting for him if he took off any more time. The next day at school, the other students congratulated me on doing the news all by myself.
The following week, Sam began to give me soft news assignments in addition to the weather reports. I also received another raise. I was now making three hundred dollars a week. We were battling the biggest station in town for the top rating slot for the evening news. They were bigger, but, we worked harder. Harold was a seasoned professional that had a drinking problem at one time. He had been kicked off the network news and Sam had hired him. Harold and I had developed a friendship that was quite apparent to the viewers. We were advertised as the 'Friendly News Crew.'
I had also been receiving a large amount of fan mail. I had started answering every letter personally, but, as the volume increased, Sam hired a secretary to sort and collate the letters for me. I had gone to a photo portrait studio and had a publicity photo taken. My secretary sent out autographed copies to any one who requested one. We sent out thirty four photos the first month, seventy six the second month and one hundred twenty three the third month. The requests came from men, women, boys and girls.
As Christmas neared, I got out of school for the holidays. Harold wanted a week off to visit his mother and father who lived out of state. It was arranged that I would do the news and the weather for the entire week by myself. Harold had been teaching me about how to be a good news reporter. It was a heavy workload, but I managed.
That same week, the station manager of the number one station in town called me on the phone. He offered me a job with his station, at four hundred a week. The minimum wage was fifty dollars a week. The new 1967 Mustangs could be bought for about three to four thousand dollars. Four hundred a week was an enormous sum of money in December 1966. I almost accepted his offer. Loyalty to Sam and Harold kept me at the station.
Harold came back before Christmas. We beat out the other station in ratings during the week of Christmas. Christmas Eve, I wore a Santa's helper outfit of red velvet, trimmed in white fur, when I did the weather broadcast. The skirt was short, even for 1967. It reached only a couple of inches below the tops of my long black nylon stockings. I couldn't bend over or else every one behind me would see my red silk panties. I wore high heel black boots on my feet because they made my shapely legs look longer.
Over the next month, we sent out over four hundred autographed photos of me in my Christmas costume. I sent one to Jeff. He was scheduled to come home in another month. I planned to take a week off from school and two weeks off from work when he arrived.
The first week of January, a U. S. Army officer came to the apartment. He told us that Jeff was missing in action. Jeff had only two more weeks of duty in Viet Nam left when he had been on patrol near the border of North Viet Nam. They had been ambushed. A helicopter had rescued most of the patrol. Jeff and two others had not been picked up. Jeff was classified as M. I. A.
I accompanied the officer to Jeff's parents home. Tears were streaming down my cheeks in the car as he drove to their house. I managed to stop the water works and dab the mascara that had run down my cheeks before we went in. Mr. Smith heard the news in silence. Mrs. Smith cried. I joined her as we held each other.
I called the television station and told them what had happened. Sam told me to take the week off, if I needed to. I thanked him and stayed the night with my father in law and mother in law. That night, Harold announced on the news that my husband was missing in action in Viet Nam. The next day, the station was inundated with flowers and letters of sympathy.
Two nights later, I was back at work. I wasn't as cheerful as I had been, but, I was there and not sitting at home starring at the walls.
I got up in the mornings, went to school, came home, went to the television station and came home for the next two months. I did not go out with John, Carol, Ted or Alice during the time that I was in morning. Sheila and I did do a sixty nine a couple of times during the next three months. Janice still gave me my monthly hormone injection, followed with a little playing around.
Gradually, I learned to live with the fact that Jeff was not coming home right away. The hardest part was not knowing what had happened to him.
By March, 1967, I was my old self. We were still the most watched news program in the city. I was cheerful on the air again and several news paper articles were written about the brave young television weather girl whose husband was missing in action. The articles said that I was an inspiration to all women everywhere.
I began to go out on dates with John, Carol, Ted and Alice again. John and Carol's favorite thing was for me to climb on top of Carol, slide my hard cock into her pussy, and then, John would come up behind me and slide his greased cock into my well padded bottom. John would screw me, driving my penis in and out of his wife in the process. I would begin to orgasm before either one of them and would not stop until Carol had cum several times and John had shot his cum deep inside my intestines.
Sex with Ted and Alice was just as interesting. Ted had gotten to the point where he would suck my cock. Now, they would take turns sitting on my face while the other one sucked my cock. First, Alice would park her blonde hair fringed pussy on my mouth. My tongue would lick her clitoris and probe as deep into her vaginal opening as it would reach until she climaxed. In the mean time, Ted would give me a blow job. He was very good and I would be orgasming most of the time that Alice sat on my face. Then, they would swap places. I learned to swallow Ted's entire erection as he forced it down my throat and Alice ate me.
I also began to give John Adams blow jobs, again. His cock made me a little sad since it was almost identical to Jeff's huge tool. I usually pretended that Jeff was back home and I was sucking his cock as I managed to swallow more and more of the large thick cock each time that I sucked it. By the month of June, I had swallowed all nine inches of John Adams's cock down my throat. I was thrilled the first time my nose was tickled by his pubic hair on the downstroke! If Jeff came home, I would be able to surprise him.
In June, Vicky graduated from high school. Janice had plans for her to study medicine. Vicky had other priorities, she informed the family that she was pregnant. She and her boyfriend were married the week after they graduated. Janice gave Vicky away, just as she had me. Mother made the wedding arrangements. Vicky moved into an apartment over her new family's garage. Sheila and I missed having her for our bedroom fun.
Sheila had decided to change her major. She was going to be a medical doctor. Janice was pleased with her decision. For the first time in Sheila's life, she began to spend a significant amount of time studying for her classes.
I went over to Jeff's parents' house every Sunday afternoon for lunch. There still was no word concerning his status. It was a little depressing. After the first few weeks, we had said everything that there was to be said. When I returned home, Sheila would be waiting for me. She would lead me to the bedroom, where she would undress me, lay me down on the bed, remove her own clothing, lay beside me and make sweet love to me. Afterward, I would always feel rejuvenated.
I had become quite good at giving blow jobs. I practiced on John Adams at least once a week. I also practiced when I met with John and Carol, or, Ted and Alice, or, the combination of all of them. I kept my sex games separate from the television station. At work, I was all professional.
By now, our news shows were so popular, that Sam Adams was able to charge a premium for advertising time. He said that it was unusual for a news cast to turn a profit. "And," he said, "Once people turn to our channel, most of them are to lazy to get up and change the channel. The shows that followed at six thirty and eleven thirty benefitted from the popularity of our broadcast. My pay was increased to three hundred fifty dollars a week in July.
Sheila took a summer course on medicine. The journalism department at the university offered a course in broadcast journalism. They bent their rules and allowed me to sign up for it even though I hadn't yet graduated from high school. I actually didn't learn much that Harold hadn't already taught me. Still, I did get to be a college girl a year early. In August, I signed up for my senior year of high school.
I still worked at the television station every night. Most of the money went into the bank. I had Jeff's Mustang to drive. Ladies' fashion shops were practically begging me to wear their clothes on the air for the free advertising. I got to keep about twenty percent of the clothes that I wore. The rest were returned to the stores. My hair, nails and facials were also done for the advertising. I lived at home with Janice and Mother, so, I had almost no expenses except for the occasional birthday present.
I celebrated my eighteenth birthday at home with family and friends. People from the TV station were there. Jeff's parents were there. A few of my friends from school were also there. I had to open all the presents while every one watched. Janice had given me another set of day of the week panties. I blushed when I had to show every one the opened package of seven colored silk panties. I was embarrassed because so many people saw them.
The next time that Janice gave me my female hormone shot, she had another gift for me. It was made of latex rubber and was made to cover my tucked under penis. When she held it in place, I saw that it actually looked like a genuine vagina. The color matched my light colored skin and it even had real blonde pubic hair.
Janice said, "Someday, you may have to go somewhere and take off all your clothes, and, there may be a possibility that you would be exposed. You can wear this under your panties and unless someone gets real close, they'll never know your secret."
Janice told me that I would have to shave my own pubic hair off so that I could us the bottle of contact cement that was in the box to keep it in place. I thanked her for the artificial vagina as she pushed me onto my back, climbed onto my cock and rode until we both climaxed.
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