Date: Mon, 6 Apr 2009 08:24:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fred Gingerman <gingerfred2005@yahoo.com>
Subject: Strokes 2

Strokes 2
by Gingerfred Man

Prologue

Several people have asked me nicely to continue the "Strokes" story, so
here it is. If you don't want to go back and read "Strokes" or wait until
it's shown as an "After School Special" on the ABC Family Channel, here's
what happened. Vince Finley, a 15-year-old, high-school sophomore, and his
father, Doug, are seized with a jones for cheese and move to Fromage,
Wisconsin. Doug enrolls Vince in Saint Thomas High School, the only
all-male educational facility in town, except for the GED classes held at
Fromage State Penitentiary. Vince is miserable until he meets Ted Brunson,
a classmate, who introduces him to his circle of seven male friends. The
leader of the pack is Dan Forbes, at whose home, the group of sophomore
boys, now grown to eight with the addition of Vince, meets every day.

Vince is a bit surprised to discover that the meetings are held "in the
buff" in Dan's basement rec room and that, every afternoon, with porn
videos playing on two large TVs, the eight slim, beautiful, naked boys
stroke themselves and each other to ball-draining cums. Surprisingly, Vince
thinks this is gay, until Ted and Dan confidently reassure him that it is
perfectly fine, since it's only boys being boys at play and only "strokes."
Then Vince discovers the other dimension to the play -- the lads take turns
dressing up as girls, sucking cock and getting their poopers porked, not
only by the other lads, but by the lads' fathers, all of whom are single
dads and horny sissylovers.

Vince discovers that his dad had been seduced (often) by Sofia, leader
Dan's feminine persona, and that Vince's father, Doug, fully supports all
of the group's and his son's cum-drenched activities.

Vince succumbs to the temptation to femmy up and sissy around. Now known as
Debbie, she sucks her classmates' cocks, then, on her third day in the rec
room, takes Dan's boyish diddler into her sissypussy.

Just when you thought things couldn't get any better, Scott Forbes, who is
Dan's father and the most prized sissyfucker of them all, selects Debbie
for a night of golden, though sore-bottomed, memories.

We left Debbie, in her white lingerie, being carried from the rec room in
the arms of the naked, wildly rampant Mr. Forbes.

Breathing heavily yet? Let me settle you down by refreshing your memory on
the cast of characters:

Vince/Debbie Foster, the narrator of our tale

Ted/Ashley Brunson, Vince's best friend and the first "girl" Vince porked

Dan/Sofia Forbes, Debbie's heartthrob among the boys, and the undisputed
leader of the group

Jerry/Julia Wilson, a babe for whom Vince has the megahots and a guy whom
Debbie likes as well.

Mark/Cathy Phillips, Charlie/Darlene Carson, Eric/Tanya Barnes, and
Ricky/Lisa Muntz fill the rec room, with squealing, cumming humanity.

Let's return to Vince/Debbie's tale of tail.



Chapter One -- Bottoms Up on Wednesday Night

I'll admit to being in a bit of a cold sweat when Mr. Forbes held me in his
arms and left the rec room.

I mean, the size of his cock was no secret. I had seen him naked twice and
both times, he looked as if he had strapped on a salami.

Darlene had been so happy two days earlier when Mr. Forbes selected her for
a four-star, all-night bottom shagging. But I had only lost my anal
virginity that afternoon, to Mr. Forbes' son Dan.

And it had been wonderful! The best thing that ever happened to me. But
Dan's equipment was much smaller than his dad's.

Still, Darlene had survived and spoke wistfully about getting back in
Mr. Forbes' bed for more of the same.

Could I do that?

It appeared I was about to find out. We had reached the top of the stairs
and were moving rapidly toward the master bedroom.

Mr. Forbes was kissing my lips in the softest, sexiest way, and I was
getting very hot for him. I loved feeling his beard against my soft
cheeks. He was so masculine and masterful.

Would he roll me on my back and fuck me right away? Who would rescue me if
I screamed?

Still, there were six other hot, little sissypussies (not his son's, of
course) that Mr. Forbes had ravaged and their owners appeared to be no
worse for wear.

I gritted my teeth and thought of England.

As it happened, a temporary stay of execution had been granted. Instead of
ravaging me on the bed, he set me on my feet on the carpeted floor. Then he
walked over to the room's only easy chair and flopped his naked body into
it.

"Would you like to get acquainted with my cock, Pretty Girl?" he said.

My good sense was saying, "Danger, Will Robinson, Danger," but my mouth was
watering and my cock was nodding, "yes."

I stood and considered my manly lover. I decided that he was exactly what
Adonis would have looked like if he had aged and turned 40. He was a
beautiful man. Tall and fit and hairy where he should be. Fair of
features. And his beautiful cock! Oh! More about that in a moment.

I decided to take a little bit of his initiative away.

"I have to freshen my make-up first, Mr.Forbes."

He liked that a lot. "In the bathroom you'll find everything you need,
Baby," he said.

I wiggled into the bathroom, waving my pink bottom at him, and closed the
door. I was a bit wobbly on my three-inch stiletto heels, but knew I looked
awfully tasty in my white babydoll, white seamed stockings and deliberately
omitted panties.

In the bathroom, I checked my bottom out in the mirror. I was still oozing
Dan's cum from our glorious fuck. I sat on the toilet and voided as much as
I could. Even that felt good. I wiped myself thoroughly, flushed, then
wiped myself clean "down there" with a wet, soapy facecloth.

The only lipstick in the room was bright red and the kind that left smoochy
stains when you kissed. That should be interesting, I thought.

I assessed the feminine me, gave myself a B+ (cute, but short hair, no
boobs) and sighed deeply. Then I opened the door to meet my fate.

Mr. Forbes was smiling roguishly as I emerged from the bathroom.

"You're the prettiest of them all," he said. "Do you know that?"

I blushed. I was sure he said that to all the girls, but, what the heck. I
still almost made a cummy mess, just from the praise.

I got on my knees in front of Mr. Forbes and looked at him. Oh, he was
beautiful. And that smile!

"I haven't cum all day, Pretty One," he said. "I'm saving a big, fresh,
creamy load for you. Do you want it?"

"More than oxygen, Mr. Forbes," I said. I was such a little tramp.

He leaned back and let me do as I wished. I wished a lot.

His cock was only about three-quarters erect, but still bigger and thicker
than most men on their best day. It was thick and veiny and hairy and it
had a huge, fleshy foreskin that was covering all but the peehole.

I explored it all with my soft, warm hands, rubbing them over every square
millimeter of his penile flesh. He groaned nicely when I did that. Oh, how
I love the power to impart pleasure.

His balls were another matter and just as fascinating. The bag was fleshy,
hairy and extended, dangling from the mother ship and carrying two
enormous, cum-producing spheres. I ran my hands all over them as well, and
that had Mr. Forbes wiggling. When I gently squeezed his treasures, he
gasped and his eyes met mine. I could have really hurt him then if I wanted
to. And he knew it. I was intoxicated with girlish power.

It was time to get to work.

The foreskin situation had to be dealt with first. I wanted to see all of
his cockhead, not just those soft, pink lips.

My first tactic was to give those peehole lips a nice kiss, followed by a
proper tonguing, as I stretched back his foreskin. When I applied my mouth
to the task, he gave a very unmanly yelp as I unhooded his big rascal and
drove my tongue tip into his urethra.

I didn't hurt him. Just got his attention. And exposed all his pink parts
for my kissing and sucking pleasure.

He was certainly fully erect as I licked and kissed the delicate skin of
his cockhead. My hands rubbed his balls and stroked his cock as I tried
valiantly to swallow down the oozing pre-cum as quickly as he was producing
it.

I think I was doing things correctly. It certainly felt correct. I loved
the lipstick marks all over his cockhead. And so did he. I loved making my
man squirm and moan in erotic ecstasy as I pleasured every nerve in his
cock and neuron in his brain.

I tongue-worshipped his cock for a long, intense time and then he said,
"You're fantastic, Debbie. You're about to make me cum my guts out. You're
so hot and sexy. I can't hold back. Put your mouth over it, Pretty Girl and
get a big prize."

An excellent idea. I felt like the kid in the class who had done her
homework best. I capped his overheated cockhead with my little mouth as I
tickled his balls with both hands. When he began to shoot thick wads of
boiling cum into my mouth, I milked his balls to get all the manjuice that
was in there. I didn't want him leaving me and depositing it with Tanya or
Cathy or some sissy on the street corner. Hmmmppphh. His cum was mine.

And I had all I could handle, gushing down my throat, drooling out of my
red lips and running down my chin in a thick, sticky glob. Staining my
pretty nightie with the first man-cum I had ever produced.

I couldn't wait for the second.

It was delicious. His first, thick, creamy cum of the evening. Salty and
hot. Sticky and fulfilling. Truly the reward for a job well done. And the
whole process had me in a sexual dither.

Mr. Forbes' head was thrown back as he reveled in the full pleasure of his
cum. He was in no rush as he savored the aftershocks. When the last one had
passed, he looked at me approvingly.

I was still nursing on his cock, licking around the edges of his foreskin
to get out the last dribbles of goo. My face was coated with his manly
cream as I smiled at him.

I let Mr. Forbes' cock slip from my lips. The beast was still
half-erect. Mr. Forbes held his cock in his right hand and ran its tip all
over my face, rubbing his sticky goo around my features. It was such a
masterful thing and I was totally submissive to him. You would have done it
too, believe me. He was worth it.

When he was through amusing himself by rubbing his cummy dribbles all over
my face, he asked me to stand. I was still a little wobbly on the heels,
but I wasn't about to say no to anything my man asked.

My lover looked at my stiff, aching penis and compassionately said, "Poor
Baby. You need to cum, don't you? I'll bet your balls are blue and sore."

I nodded and whimpered.

He smiled. Then he held my cock in his right hand and brought it to his
lips for some sweet kisses. Ohhhhh. He knew his way around a sissycock and
I was gasping in passion and shuddering with pleasure.

"Does your Daddy kiss your cock like this, Pretty One?" Mr. Forbes asked.

Silly question. That would be wrong. I shook my head, but moved several
steps closer to crisis at the images that question engendered.

"I didn't think so," Mr. Forbes said. "But he does this to Sofia and she
loves it. Can I be your Daddy tonight, Baby?"

Ohhhhhh!! That was an interesting concept that fired in my brain and sent a
"Cum now" signal to my cock.

My skilled lover knew what he had done and capped my pricklet with his
mouth to catch my creamy treasure.

"Dadddeeee!!!" I screamed, as I fired thick jets of my girlish goo into his
beautiful mouth.

Mr. Forbes devoured my cum greedily, milking my balls and licking me
lovingly until I was arid and whimpering. Then, despite my jazzed-up face,
he kissed me lovingly and thoroughly, burying his tongue in my mouth until
I was frantic with lust for him.

"That's how a good daddy takes care of his little girl," he said. Then he
rubbed my bottom with his huge hand and said, "I'm going to fuck you now,
Sweetheart. On your back and helpless. Cumming with every stroke I make
into your divine bottom. Now run along and clean yourself up. There's
plenty of make-up and fresh lingerie in the bathroom."

He was going to fuck me! It was no surprise, but I began to tremble. My
time had come. Would I be worthy?

My eyes were a little teary when I went into the bathroom. I looked into
the mirror and saw someone who had been in a sexual fight to the finish. My
lipstick was hopelessly smeared. My face was streaked with cum. Goodness, I
looked sexy.

I went to work restoring my freshness. A thorough face-and-hands washing
was followed by careful application of make-up that made me look like a
little tramp out to get her pussy filled up with a big cock.

Perfect!

Then I selected a lovely, pink, way-too-short nightie, with matching
stockings and puffy, four-inch mules.

I was stiff and dripping, just looking at myself.

The whole thing took nearly a half hour, but the results were worth it, I
thought. When I rejoined him, Mr. Forbes thought so too, as his stiff
indicator indicated. He was lying on his back on the bed, his head propped
with pillows.

"You're incredibly beautiful, Little Girl," the horny sissyfucker
said. Please join me."

<Gulp> I managed to make it over there in my too-high heels, then climbed
on top of him, chest to chest.

Mr. Forbes' arms surrounded me and we kissed hotly for a long time. He
rubbed the pad of his right index finger along my anus as we
kissed. Ohhhhh. He pulled my nightie top down and exposed my right
nipple. Then he drove me half-crazy with pleasure by licking and sucking it
the way sissies like it best.

I had a feeling that the preliminaries were over, especially since my stiff
little sissy wee was rubbing against his harder-and-harder sissy-pleaser.

Then the noises started.

Grunts, gasps, pants and whimpers. Squeals. Muffled, but audible. I
listened. Then I asked, "What's that, Daddy?"

"That's just Sofia entertaining in her room. Does it bother you?"

"Not really. I was just curious. Who's she with?" What I really wanted to
know was if she was fucking my Dad.

Mr. Forbes smiled. "Don't we have more important issues?"

He was right. I rolled off him and onto my back, holding up my arms in
complete sexual surrender to his every need, no matter how disgusting.

Let's face it girls. The surrender part is what men love best.

Anyway, I said, "I'm ready, Daddy. Please fuck me now."

Mr. Forbes shook his head. "You're a perfect angel, but you're not
ready. Let me get you ready."

Mr. Forbes stayed on his back and coached me into straddling his shoulders,
facing my feet. I then lowered my bottom within inches of his handsome
face. He was going to lick and suck and eat my sissypussy!

But not yet. "Show me some pink, Pretty Baby. Open your bottom for me."

Whimpering with need, I complied. I reached back and held my cheeks apart
for him. I was so exposed and totally vulnerable. He could have done
ANYTHING! Doesn't that sound wonderful?

He chose to surprise me by positioning my hips so that my dangly pink bag
was over his mouth. The naughty man took my left little walnut into his
mouth and gave it a gentle sucking. That was curtains for Debbie
already. The dirtiness of it all and my complete surrender of control to my
man had stimulated my libido to the point that a four-letter word would
have made me cum. A good ball-sucking made me cum a gusher. All over his
hairy chest and tummy.

He loved it. The man was a carnival of carnality and I had only walked a
few steps beyond the ticket booth.

When my sissy cumming noises ebbed, the naughty man began to make soft
kisses all over my bottom cheeks. He took his sweet time, making me tingle
with fear and anticipation. Then he began to kiss the soft, inner folds of
my bottom, the areas flanking my tight hole, which I was still holding open
under my original orders. I moaned with need as he began to lick and tongue
the areas adjacent to my anus. He was going to do it. I knew he was. Then
he did. His hot tongue tip gently licked my secret ring. I screamed,
mindful that Sofia and her lover next door could hear. I didn't care. His
fiery tongue speared my most inner parts and, even though I was only half
hard, my sissycock began to drool watery goo and my stomach clenched in
sweet agony.

He kept licking and digging more deeply. Was such pleasure possible? I felt
as if I truly had a cunt and the most wonderful man on the planet was
venerating it. I was his feast. His sissy princess.

Then, when I was a limp, drained shell, he stopped eating me out.

"You're ready, now, Baby. Do you want me to fuck you now?"

"Oh, please, Daddy, please. Don't spare me. Give me everything!"

He chuckled a little at that as he got me into position. On my back, of
course, in full sissy submission. Hips propped up by three pillows. Arms
back in capitulation to his masculine dominance. Whimpering from fear, need
and sexual heat.

He mounted me, covering me with his perfect body, and kissed me until my
breath was gone. Then he held my hips in his hands and placed the soaking
tip of his rigid cock at my pretty pussy entrance. I was in a cold sweat as
he finally gave me what I needed. His beautiful cock in its natural
habitat. My pretty bottom.

I remember screaming when he penetrated me. Some of that was pain, but very
little. The sweet man had prepared me well and I was more than capable of
taking him all in. The scream was as much an exorcism of all the false
boyishness I had been toting around all my life. I was a sissy and my
screams declared it.

Heaven may feel as good as that fuck that night, but I'll reserve
judgment. When he was all in, I began to sob with joy. He understood.

"It's OK, Baby. Daddy's all in now and it's all pleasure from here. You
have the tightest, hottest cunt I've ever been in and I'm about to have the
fuck of my life. So hang on and let me take you with me."

Oh, goodness. Mr. Forbes began to fuck me with slow, long strokes. His hot
pole rubbed my prostate with each push and pull and I was mad with
pleasure.

I didn't really have fingernails at that time, but I dug what I had into
his back. He seemed to like that. I pouted my lips for his wet kisses and
he leaned over to accommodate me.

He was killing me with pleasure.

The man was grunting and grimacing his way to a ballbuster orgasm and I
wanted to help him every way I could. I reached down and caressed his balls
as he fucked and kissed me and that made him groan louder, then grunt,
shudder and cum. Cum. Cum.

My ass was on fire from the boiling goo he fired into it as his guts
emptied and reassembled in my pootie.

Mr. Forbes had clearly enjoyed fucking me silly.

I was so proud. And so wet. And so exhausted.

The man's weight was completely on me, but I loved being subject to him,
even in that way. When he finally went limp, his cock exited my bottom with
an audible pop.

As we lay side by side, he looked at me with real adoration. "You're the
best piece of ass I've ever had, Debbie. And you're only getting started."

I blushed. Then I thought again, does he say that to all the girls? Somehow
I didn't think so.

Then the noises in the room next got louder.

"That bothers you, doesn't it, Precious?"

I couldn't lie. "Yes. I'm curious."

"Then let's satisfy that curiosity."

Huh?

Mr. Forbes reached for the TV remote on the nightstand.

Oh great, I thought. Typical guy. Gets his rocks off, then wants to watch
SportsCenter.

But there were no hip young anchors with catchphrases.

On the TV screen, I was looking at a bed, upon which Sofia was on her back,
being fucked hot and hard by a naked, mounted man.

I looked at Mr. Forbes. "A good parent monitors his children's activities,
Angel," he said. "This is live."

Whoever was fucking Sofia had her very excited. He was a skilled and loving
sissypleaser. And his asshole kept opening and closing with each thrust
into her gorgeous bottom.

"Let's change the angle," Mr. Forbes said. He pushed a couple of buttons
and the angle moved from the foot of the bed to the headboard, looking into
the grimacing face of Sofia's fantastic lover -- my Dad.

Oh. He was so handsome and manly and he was making her cum all over her
tummy. She was squealing loudly. She never squealed that loudly in the rec
room. Dad must be a great sissy lover. Sofia was so lucky!!!

I was watching raptly and barely noticed that my cock had hardened and was
throbbing in Mr. Forbes' warm hand. He said, "It's OK, Baby. All sissies
want their Daddies. I know I'm only a pretend daddy."

Was he right? I didn't know. But I knew I had to keep watching Dad fuck
Sofia. Mr. Forbes took my sissycock in his mouth as I watched the screen
and thought, what if that were me, not Sofia? With Daddy. And I began to
cum hard, past the soft lips of Mr. Forbes and down his throat.

So much to think about.

After my cum, I opened my eyes and looked at the TV screen one more
time. Sofia was on her back, with a satisfied smile, holding her spent
lover on top of her. I do believe she looked at the hidden camera, smiled
and winked at me. Or was something in her eye? Hmmm.

Mr. Forbes turned the TV off and he and I took a series of short naps
throughout the night. Every 90 minutes or so, we would wake up and fuck our
guts out, then collapse in exhaustion to repeat the process.

All in all, it was the best night possible.

Our last fuck, which was vigorous and delivered from behind as I was on all
fours, concluded at 6:30 a.m.

My bottom was red and sore, but I was euphoric.

The couple next door was frisky all night as well, but Dad cleared out
before I got up. Sofia, now Dan, was dressed and ready for school when I
staggered out of my new friend's room at 7:30, dressed for school in male
drab, except for panties, stockings and garters underneath.

Mr. Forbes was in a lawyer suit when he joined us in the kitchen over our
Captain Crunch. He kissed Dan a hot goodbye, right on the lips, then gave
me a tonguey dazzler of a smooch to remember him by all day.

I wanted more where that came from. And it appeared I would get it.



Chapter Two -- Thursday -- More Rec Room Fun

"<Gulp> <Pant> That was a huge load, Jerry," I said the next afternoon as
Jerry's limp, drained cock slipped from my red lips. I had just swallowed
several large, sticky gobs of the sweet boy's delicious cum. "You must have
really needed that."

Jerry was on top of me, kissing me and reaching under my pretty nightie to
fondle my sissy wee. "I'm crazy about you, Debbie. You know that. I thought
about you all night, when I knew Mr. Forbes was stuffing your bottom. My
poor Daddy had to come into my bedroom, lift my nightie and milk me twice,
just to calm me down."

Wow, I thought. Jerry/Julia sleeps in a girl's nightie. And her Daddy milks
her! I shuddered in wild surmise of how that would be with my Daddy.

Jerry continued. "And I thought about you all day today too. Why wouldn't
you join me in the second-floor boys room for a little fun during lunch
period?"

I kissed the impetuous boy back. "I'm crazy about you too, Jerry. And Vince
loves Julia. But I don't like those quick gropes. I'm afraid we'll be
caught."

Jerry began to lick and suck my nipples and said, "Isn't that half the
fun?"

Having one's nipples sucked was certainly fun. Especially by Jerry. But
life had gotten so complicated in the past few days. Glorious, but
complicated.

Vince adored Julia and Sofia and Ashley. Debbie loved Ted and Dan and
Jerry. And Mr. Forbes, of course. And there was the issue of my Daddy. And
the other six daddies whom I had not yet sampled. Odds were, I would want
several of their cocks up my little pootie as well.

But the really big issue to me was the whole issue of who was I? Vince or
Debbie?

I had been Vince for 15 years and Debbie for only a couple of days. But I
really LOVED being Debbie. In school, I felt that I was in disguise as a
boy. That was weird, don't you think?

Apparently, Jerry faced the same issues. I asked him, "You sleep in a
nightie and your Daddy milks you?" I had seen Jerry's Daddy naked in the
rec room the previous day and he was most dishy.

Jerry stopped kissing my nipples and said, "I know. It sounds gay, doesn't
it? The other guys worry about that a lot. I only worry about how I feel
and I feel like a girl most of the time. But that won't stop me from making
you squeal and cum, then fuck your pretty bottom until we both cum again."

That sounded divine. But I had to ask. "But your Daddy milking you. Isn't
that.....wrong?"

"Sissies NEED regular milking. It's a biological fact. And I'm a
sissy. These other guys won't admit it, but I will. I'm tired of pretending
to be a boy. And there's nothing wrong with a sissy's daddy milking her. It
strengthens their bond and the best milking a sissy gets is always from her
Daddy."

I began to form a picture of me sitting on my Daddy's naked lap. I'm
wearing a skimpy pair of pink panties and he has my little stiffie
out. It's red and throbbing and he's stroking it as we kiss. Daddy's being
so wonderful to me, I have to pay him back. I just have to. So I touch his
big, thick, redheaded monster. Daddy groans with pleasure as we stroke and
kiss and stroke and...........Oh. Oh. Back in realityland, I began to spurt
the hot juice of my loins into Jerry's warm hand as he smothered my face
with his loving kisses.

I was so hot that my ears were burning. True to his word, Jerry kissed me
through a magnificent cum, then used his fingers to transfer my goo to my
sissypussy, greasing me up with the world's best natural lubricant. His
fingers massaged my prostate to the point of sexual torture. Then, as I was
sobbing for a fucking, he flipped me onto my stomach, lifted my hips and
impaled me with his penis. Agggghhhhhh! The boy could fuck, sissy or not. I
was a whimpering sissy, taking her boyfriend's hot meat the way he wanted
to give it to me. Just a fuck toy. Oh, those notions made everything even
hotter and after 20 glorious minutes of Jerry fucking me and praising my
beauty and the tightness of my "pussy," we came to simultaneous, messy
conclusions.

As we cuddled, kissing, on the rec room couch, oblivious to our classmate's
carnal couplings, I suggested a heresy.

"Have you ever been `outside' as a girl, Jerry?"

"No, Princess. No one does in our group."

"Would you like to?"

"Are you kidding? I'd like to go full time as a girl, even in school. But
it's not done."

I hesitated, then said, "We could do it, you and I. With our daddies'
help."

He looked at me. "It could be done. Did anyone tell you what we do on
Fridays?"

They hadn't and I said so.

"We don't go to Dan's after school. We go home and get girlied up, have
dinner with our dads, them come back to Dan's at 7 for a 12-hour
love-a-thon. Each girl pairs off with a dad, they find a bedroom or a couch
and they make love. Sometimes there are switches during the night. It's
lots of fun. If I get your dad and you get mine, I think we could get them
to agree to anything, including taking us out in public over the
weekend. There are no planned `club' activities on Saturday or Sunday
anyway."

If I couldn't use my pussy to get what I wanted, what kind of sissy was I?



Chapter Three -- Thursday Pain Relief

Jerry and I enjoyed each other fully the rest of that Thursday afternoon,
but at 6:45, Dad picked me up and we went home for dinner and homework.

When bedtime came, I girlied myself up and put on a pretty nightie.

Then I called out, "Daddy, would you tuck me in and kiss me goodnight?"

What Dad ever turned that down?

Daddy's eyes got very big when he saw me lying on the bed. I was on my
back, with the covers pulled off me completely. My nightie was so short
that my balls were showing. My cock was so stiff that it tented my nightie.

"Did you have a good day today, Kitten?"

I loved those girlish names Daddy was calling me.

"Oh, yes, Daddy. Jerry and I made hot love several times. But look Daddy,
my painful stiffness is back."

I lifted my nightie to my belly button, revealing my respectably long and
thick cock. It was red, throbbing and dripping.

"The other girls' daddies milk them when they're in this condition. <Sob>
Will you milk me, Daddy? Please?'

Daddy didn't completely believe me, but it wasn't his brain that was making
that particular decision for him.

"<Gulp> Sure, Honey." Daddy licked his hand for moisture, then began to
masturbate me quite expertly.

I made lots of girlish noises and we both enjoyed the experience immensely,
even when I spewed my girlie goo so hard it hit Daddy in the nose. He
kissed me sweetly on the lips, then was about to cover me up when I said,
"But Daddy, now you're in pain, let me help you."

It was so true. He was horribly excited and it took very little convincing
for him to lie next to me on my bed, pull down his pants, and have me
stroke his gorgeous cock. Oh, it was beautiful! And so hot! I kissed him a
lot when I was stroking him and he was squirming and shuddering as if he
were really enjoying himself. I guess he wasn't faking, because that huge
spermstorm that he produced was a nor'easter.

I was so happy that I could make Daddy happy, though he seemed exhausted
after his bodacious orgasm. He kissed me one more time, tucked me in and
left my bedroom.

My life was pretty good.



Chapter Five -- Friday Father Fun

We rec room girls loved Fridays. Not only was it the end of the school
week, unless something like a football game was going on at school, it was
the night all the fathers and sissies had lots of cummy fun.

I got home from school that day around 3:30 and took a bubble bath. I
wanted my skin to be clean, soft and smooth for Mr. Wilson, whose cock I
would be harboring that evening. I also wanted to shave the few hairs I had
from my legs and body.

I remembered to pat, not rub my skin dry, and I made up my face and
powdered and perfumed myself very liberally. I considered myself in the
mirror.

There was no doubt. I was very pretty. But short hair, no boobs,
unmanicured nails and no earrings took points off. I resolved to take care
of all those issues as quickly as I could.

I turned away from the mirror, then looked over my shoulder at myself. I
had a fine ass. A lovely, bubble-shaped bottom that I knew would drive men
wild. I was getting stiff looking at my naked back and tushie, imagining
all the fun I wanted to give to the nice men of the world.

That was when Daddy surprised me.

He walked into the bathroom as I was admiring my naked self and he chuckled
at my narcissism.

"You're beautiful and you know it. A dangerous combination for the men of
the world."

"Not for you, Daddy," I said, throwing my naked body against his clothed
one. "I'm yours whenever you want me."

Daddy's voice was thick with lust as he held me against him. "We can't,
Baby. You know that."

I just purred and rubbed against him more.

Then I said, "Daddy, I'm so excited about tonight. Could you milk me at
least?"

Well, he couldn't turn that down, could he?

Daddy sat on the toilet seat lid. Still naked, I sat on his lap and threw
my arms around his neck.

"Milk me, Daddy. I'm so hot! Please, Daddy. Don't make your little girl
suffer."

I had left some Vaseline within Daddy's reach. He grabbed it and began to
apply globs of it to my twitching sissymeat. It felt fantastic!

Then he asked me to stand. What did he want........oh. He entered my
bottomhole with two greased fingers and found
my..........SQUEAL!!!!..........prostate! Unnnnhhhh. He was rubbing and
caressing my cock and sissynuts with his right, lubed hand as he explored
my pussy with his left hand. My own Daddy was making me crazy with
pleasure. He was an angel!

I was panting and gasping and my eyes were very wide. My nipple
erected. Oh, if Daddy would only kiss them. He rubbed the exact right spot
in my dirty and I lost it -- lots of its -- big, thick, hot strands of my
girlish juices flew across the bathroom as I whimpered in an agony of
pleasure. Daddy's continuous milking throughout my orgasm tripled my
pleasure.

I adored Daddy and, when he had removed his fingers form my pussy, I sat on
his lap and kissed him in complete sissy submission. I would have let Daddy
do ANYTHING at that moment, but his was the wiser head. He kissed me for a
while, then left to get ready for the "mixer" at the Forbes'.

How about my Daddy? Who would have thought it?

When we arrived at the Forbes', I was wearing the prettiest black minidress
that Daddy had bought for me. My stockings, heels and lingerie were
similarly black and my entrance caused quite a stir, particularly among the
four fathers who had never met me.

There's nothing like entering a room to discover 15 people, all of whom
want to fuck you. I couldn't have said that a week earlier. But I liked it
a lot.

All the "girls" were in pretty dresses, heels and stockings and in full
girlie warpaint. There was a lot of giggling and flirting, then girls
started pairing up with the horny fathers of their clubmates.

I was hit on by them all, except for Daddy, darn it. But I accepted the
overtures of Jerry/Julia's dad, Mr. Wilson. I was pleased to notice that,
according to our sissy plans, Julia had snagged my Daddy and was leading
him off for a memorable evening of sissy delights.

The house had five bedrooms and lots of couches in the other rooms, so
finding a spot for wrestling was easy. Mr. Wilson and I grabbed one of the
smaller bedrooms, though it still had a king-sized bed.

Mr. Wilson was different from Mr. Forbes. He was a little older, not quite
as handsome, though quite dishy, and he had a mustache -- a "womb broom,"
the naughty man called it. I had peeked at his cock when I saw him in the
rec room two days earlier, and it was a very nice one. Not enormous, but
stiff and ready, with a large head and thick foreskin. And balls bursting
with hot cum for the sissy who drew it out. Mmmmmm.

He was also a lot more talkative than Mr. Forbes, who pretty much had let
his cock do his yakking.

He sat on the bed and beckoned me to sit on his lap. We were both still
fully dressed when I joined him.

"That's a pretty dress, sweetheart. And it's even prettier with you in
it. I'm the luckiest Daddy here tonight. I'm the luckiest man in Fromage
tonight."

I blushed deep red. I didn't know how sincere the praise was, but I didn't
care. I loved hearing it.

He went on. "You have very pretty eyes. May I kiss your eyes?"

I nodded shyly, like the virgin I had been until the beginning of that very
week.

Mr. Wilson gently brushed his lips against each of my mascaraed, lined,
shadowed eyes. My cock engorged with another pint of blood.

I felt a stiff object poking my hip as well.

We had all night and Mr. Wilson was apparently going to take his time.

He kissed my lips softly and I was starting to get hot. Then he started
talking again.

"You're a natural little sissy, aren't you? You're pretty as an
angel. Girls' clothes look spectacular on you. And you love to drive men
crazy with lust, don't you?"

"Guilty," I said, then kissed him harder and rubbed my hip against his
thick cock.

"You like cum too, don't you, Princess? You like making men produce it. You
like seeing it leap from a man's cock. And you love to lick and swallow
it. Right?"

I was getting very hot. I whimpered a little in response, then stood up on
my big heels, shimmied down my panties, sat on his lap again and began to
lick his earlobe.

Thank goodness, Mr. Wilson stopped talking. He lifted my skirt, exposing my
pink privates to his satyr's eyes.

Almost tentatively, he touched my cock. He held the shaft with his fingers
and rubbed the head with his thumb. My goo was holding the friction at just
the right level.

He was a good kisser too and I liked that manly mustache tickling me as we
smooched.

Before I knew it, we were both naked, except for my stockings and heels,
and I was on my back. I liked being on my back with a man around.

Then Mr. Wilson started that darned talking again. It's a good think he was
cuddling my little nut bag as he yapped.

"My son Jerry is crazy about you, Debbie. The poor guy wanks himself silly
thinking about you. He knows a natural-born sissy when he sees one, and so
do I. Jerry's a sissy too. But not like you. You're a sissy's sissy,
Sweetie."

I took that as a compliment. Things were sure getting warm in there and
neither of us had cum yet. I decided to break the ice.

"Would you like me to show you how much I love a man's cum. Mr. Wilson?"

He stopped tickling my testicles and said, "That would be very nice,
Baby. But I think I want to taste that big, creamy load I've been stirring
up in you. A true sissy's first cum of the night is the tastiest thing on
earth.'

I was blushing again. He lay on his back and had me kneel, straddling his
shoulders, and feeding him my cock.

That man knew how to suck cock. And it shut him up, which was a double
benefit.

His tongue was hot, wet and flexible. His lips massaged my sensitive
parts. And his enthusiasm for my little cocklet was astounding. He knew his
way around a sissy's ballbag as well, I must admit. He had me squealing
loudly, then losing control of myself and flooding his talented mouth with
a thick sauce of sissy sperm.

And he was chiding ME, about being a cum lover! The man sucked my cum down
like water at an oasis of love.

The evening had started off well.

Rather than let me service him next, Mr. Wilson had me stay in
position. Then he reached over to the nightstand and applied a thick layer
of Vaseline to three fingers of his right hand.

I thought I knew where all that was going.

Up my pooper.

The bad man entered me with one then two, then three fingers, as he licked
and sucked my erotically sore balls. When he found my prostate, I was
frantic and my chest was heaving in sweet torment. He never touched my
cock, but no matter. It became an expressway for my girlish cream, speeding
out the peehole exit ramp and coating his face and hair and the pillow his
head was on.

Things were getting interesting.

I began the evening thinking that my interlude with Mr. Wilson would help
me create some fantasies about dirty dealings with Daddy. But Mr. Wilson
was growing on me.

Then Mr. Wilson was inside me. He grabbed my hips and relocated my slim
bottom over his throbbing, needy cock. I had been thoroughly lubed and
opened, but the insertion was still magnificently tight.

He was a gentle, but insistent fucker. And very good at it. I loved being
on top. And when my time came, I loved spraying my third sticky load on his
chest hair. I whooped when he shot my bowels full of cum.

I love being a sissy.

The rest of the night was very hot and very draining.

And, of course, I convinced Mr. Wilson to take Julia and me out in public
as girls, with my Daddy along to chaperone, of course.

I probably could have gotten the deed to his house if I had pressed the
matter.



Chapter Six -- Out and About

Julia and I compared notes at breakfast the next morning in the Forbes'
kitchen.

It was seven a.m. and everyone else was upstairs fucking or sleeping.

"Your Daddy is a fantastic lover, Debbie," the lucky girl said. "He's even
better than Mr. Forbes. He's sweeter and nicer. And he really wants to make
a sissy cum."

<Sigh> "I'm not surprised, Julia. I think about him making love to me all
the time. I know it's wrong, but I can't stop thinking about it. Do you
feel that way about your Daddy?"

"Of course, Silly," my friend said. "I'm a sissy and all sissies want to
suck their daddies' cocks and take them up their pussies. Those other six
boy-girls are in denial, but you and I know who we are, don't we?"

She was right. I knew who I was and it wasn't who I was. I wanted to ditch
that Vince guy and start living as Debbie full time. But that would take
some convincing. I resolved to start doing that that Saturday

"We're going out as girls today, you, me and the daddies," I said.

"You bet we are," Julia said. "Now let me just see if you have anything
left in those pretty balls."

The naughty girl got on her knees and fifteen minutes later, she discovered
that a young sissy never seems to run out of girlish juices. I returned the
favor as a matter of sissy courtesy.

I got a very naughty idea at that moment and voiced it to Julia.

"Our daddies are sleeping. What if we switched lovers? I would go into my
Daddy's room and you go to yours. When they wake up, they'll be all sleepy
and we can stuff our pussies with their big cocks. By the time they wake up
fully, they'll have fucked their own little sissy sons."

That was the most exciting idea I had ever had! Despite my recent cummage,
I was stiff and twitching at the thought of my naked, handsome Daddy
rutting into me. Flames coming from his nostrils as he filled my bottom
with his Daddy seed. Oh no!!! I was cumming hard just from thinking about
it. All over poor Julia, whom I was hugging at that moment.

She held me in her arms and said, "You really want that, don't you, Debbie?
You're the truest sissy of us all. But I'm not ready for that. And neither
are you."

She was right. You're not ready for that either, are you, Dear Reader? But
it sure is an exciting idea.

<Sigh>

We did go back into our lovers' rooms and I took two more big, hot loads of
cum into my sore, but happy bottom.

Mr. Wilson said, "You're the best piece of ass I've ever had in my life,
Debbie. And I mean it. You had better get used to hearing that, because I
think every man or boy who fucks you will say the same thing. You're just
so hungry for what a man gives you. All of it. Not just the fucking and the
cum. The touching. The love and affection. And you surrender body and soul
to a man as he makes love to you. You make a man want all of you. To
possess you and put his brand on your bottom. You're wasting every minute
you pretend to be a boy."

He was right. But that was about to change.

That afternoon, for the first time, two members of our group ventured out
as girls. I'm proud to say that it was one small step for a sissy, one
giant leap for sissykind. Neil and Buzz would have been proud.

Daddy and Mr. Wilson piled us into Mr. Wilson's van and escorted Julia and
me on a whirlwind exploration of our feminine personae.

We dressed the part. Five-inch sandals, which I was then very comfortable
in. Black, seamed stockings, with reinforced, Betty-Page-worthy heels and
toes. Little, and I mean little, black dresses. Killer make-up. And our own
short, but girlish hair.

The proud, horny fathers took us to lunch at L'Ile du Diable, Fromage's
ritziest French restaurant and our entrance engendered several male neck
injuries. We were terrible flirts, even while seated in the booth. I was
sitting next to Daddy, peeking shyly at all the men staring hotly at my
aura of feminine sexuality.

"Daddy, all these men looking at me are exciting me. I'm going to need a
good milking soon."

"Me too, Daddy," Julia said to Mr. Wilson as she rubbed his thigh.

The daddies gulped and, perhaps, already regretted the day's agenda.

"If you can hold off until after lunch, we'll give you both special
milkings," Daddy said.

That sounded excellent. I wondered what it could be, and so did Julia.

Lunch was wonderful, but I wasn't kidding. I really did need a milking. All
that male attention had me simmering and I hadn't cum in almost FOUR
HOURS!!!

That's almost sissy abuse.

Daddy and Mr. Wilson paid the bill quickly and hustled us to the van.

I didn't want any half-hearted milking, because my clitty was sore and
needy. And my little walnuts were aching for release.

My needs were met. And then some.

I was almost expecting that I would be milked by Mr. Wilson and Julia would
have Daddy. Well, thank goodness, I was wrong.

Milking me was Daddy's paternal duty and he took it seriously.

Daddy and I sat in the back seat of the van, while Julia and Mr. Wilson
took the front.

Daddy wasted no time. "Pull your panties, down, Sweetheart," the hunky man
said. Eagerly. I complied.

I held my skirts up and showed Daddy my sissy treasures. Pink, pretty,
erect, and gooey. And throbbing with love for Daddy. Oh, how I ached for
Daddy to take me in his mouth and suck out my sissy juices! But Daddy
remained the grownup, darn it.

"You're a perfect doll, Debbie. I'm so lucky to be your Daddy!"

I glowed with love and whimpered, "I love you, Daddy. Please milk me. It
hurts!"

Daddy kissed me, deeply. Oh, I was boiling. He put his hot tongue in my
mouth and made me swoon. Then he gently touched my sissycock, rubbing it
with his fingers, driving me crazy with desire. I fumbled for Daddy's
zipper, then was delighted when I found that he had already unzipped
himself and his big, thick, daddyish meat was there for my little hand to
caress.

That milking was indeed special, but Daddy had plans to make it even
better. He stopped kissing my lips, then kissed my neck. Each touch of his
lips set me on fire! My poor clitty was being assaulted by his expert hand
and his hot kisses proceeded to my shoulders. The bad boy bit my right
spaghetti strap and pulled it down with his teeth and off my shoulder. What
was he doing?

Daddy peeled back my lacy bra and exposed my right nipple to his burning
lips. He was kissing my nipple! Adoring it. Treating it like a real titty!
My nipple erected and my cock became critical. I stroked Daddy urgently and
whimpered in ecstasy. This was the best! I closed my eyes, threw my head
back, squealed loudly, and spurted the entire contents of my little
testicles all over my Daddy.

That set Daddy off and he shot his big, hot manly load all over my girlish
hand and the Wilson van.

Is started to put my head down to catch his sticky spurts in my mouth and
devour them, but I stayed on the proper side of the line. How long was I
going to be able to keep doing that?

The Wilsons were similarly engaged. Julia's pretty dress was disheveled and
her bare "breasts" exposed to her Daddy's sweet kisses as they tossed each
other off passionately.

I was having the best week anyone in history had ever had.

Julia and I got ourselves back together again and fixed our make-up. Then
Mr. Wilson and Daddy took us shopping in downtown Fromage.

Well, you would have thought we were movie stars or something the way men
and boys looked at us as we walked through the beautiful outdoor park and
stores that make Fromage the jewel of Wisconsin.

It was a pretty, fall day and we were enjoying the randy stares we were
getting from every man and boy over the age of ten. Julia and I were
shameless teasers. We bent over to pick things up from the ground, wiggling
our pretty bottoms and showing little wisps of our panties. We straightened
the seams in our stockings. But mostly, we just sissied here and there,
boiling male blood wherever we found it.

After an hour or so of this, the Daddy's suggested that we go into
Cheddar's Department store and buy some pretty things, an offer no girl
ever refuses. Daddy stuck with me in the dress department, while the
Wilsons went off to lingerie. Like every male in such an environment, Daddy
found a seat and left me to hunt my prey -- pretty clothes.

I found oodles of lovelies and was wondering whether Daddy would ante up
for them all, when I saw my first real competitor of the day.

A gorgeous, twenty-something babe, dressed every bit as femmily as Julia
and I, was staring at me. Her arms were filled with pretty dresses. Her
face was angelic and she had a mountain of sexy, blonde hair. Her legs were
long and silky. She must have been wearing six-inch stiletto mules and she
had curves and huge titties with major cleavage showing. Suddenly, for the
first time since I had femmed up, I felt inadequate.

We stared at each other some more, then she moved toward me. I was a bit
nervous, but she spoke to me with the sweetest voice, saying, "My name's
Brandy. What's yours?"

"Debbie," I gulped. She was even more beautiful and sexy at close range.

"That's a pretty name, Sweetheart. You're very beautiful and feminine. May
I ask you a personal question?"

This was interesting. I nodded.

She said, "Are you a sissy or a genetic girl. You seem too feminine to be
anything but a sissy."

Now I WAS getting nervous, but I told the truth. "I'm a sissy, ma'am."

She smiled broadly. She had beautiful, white teeth and lips to be lost
in. "I knew it. You're a treasure, Debbie. And I knew you were one of us."

One of us? "Are you.....?"

"Packing pork in my panties? You betcha."

"But," I said in disbelief, "You have breasts."

"Nice ones, too. Don't you think? You can have breasts too, Sweetie."

I could? Wow!

"Is that your Daddy sitting over there?" she asked. "I thought so. He's
very hunky. Do you two do the nasty?"

I shook my head no, in obvious disappointment.

"Too bad," Brandy said. "All sissies want that, but not many of us achieve
it. Does your Daddy suck your sissycock? Do you suck his Daddy meat?"

Sadly, I answered no and no.

"Hmmppphh. He kisses and milks you, doesn't he? And you milk him back."

I nodded happily and she said, "A good thing. I would have called the sissy
abuse hotline if he didn't."

I think she was kidding. There is no such thing, right?

Brandy took charge. "I know you're skeptical, Debbie. Grab those things and
let's go in the changing room and I'll show you some things."

<Gulp> I followed her.

Fortunately, the changing room was empty and we found a big booth. I hung
up my try-on clothes, then turned to see Brandy skinning down her wispy
pink panties. The beautiful doll stepped out of them, then lifted her
skirt.

I gasped. Her cock was huge. Long, thick and pink, with big, hairy balls. I
never would have imagined equipment like that on a totally feminine person.

Being who I was, however, my need to touch it outweighed my surprise and
reluctance. I ran my soft hand all along its length, making Brandy pant
with pleasure. "Sit on the bench, Debbie. You can suck it if you want."

I wanted. Oh, Brandy. I want to be just like you someday.

I took Brandy's thick meat into my mouth and gave her my thorough, wet
attention. She made wonderful little noises, but muffled them since we were
in a public place. When she filled my mouth with her thick cream, she
uttered only the softest, most girlish squeal.

It appeared that I had pleased her greatly.

She brought me to her body and kissed me passionately, all the while
reaching under my skirts and easing my panties down to my knees. Her hand
was so hot, it burned my sissyish cock, and when she replaced her hand with
her mouth, I was totally in flames. The most beautiful sissy on earth was
sucking my sissy wee as she tickled my pussy hole. I was no match for her
talented lips and tongue and she plunged me into wrenching orgasm in short
order.

Afterward, we sat on the bench, kissing until I asked shyly, "Could I see
your titties, please, Brandy?"

Brandy stood and had me unzip her. She wiggled her dress over her head,
then removed her over-challenged bra. Out flopped two perfect feminine
masterpieces. Firm and pink, with big, brown, erect nipples. Warm and
inviting a good licking and sucking. I accepted the invitation.

Oh my. I hadn't thought about it much before that, but at that moment, I
wanted titties just like those. I knew Daddy would get them for me, since I
knew he could deny me nothing.

I had never kissed titties before and I listened to Brandy's sexy
suggestions for their proper adoration. Her nipples were very sensitive and
before we knew it she was cumming hard again. Just from having her nipples
worshipped. Wow!

I NEEDED titties!

Brandy and I gathered ourselves together and, after a little make-up
touch-up, we kissed softly and left the changing room.

Brandy made a B-line for my Daddy, with me running behind her (no small
feat in skyscraper stilettos) to see what she wanted from him.

"How do you do, Mr. Finley? I'm Brandy Mullins. Debbie is the prettiest
teenage sissy I've ever met, and I've met quite a few."

Daddy was startled and looked to me for assurance. I smiled at him and
nodded.

Brandy continued. "Debbie loves you very much and it's clear you've been
very kind and loving to her. As one of her fellow sissies...." Brandy
paused for emphasis and to observe Daddy's shock that one so intensely
feminine could have crowded panties. Then she continued. "I would like to
offer you the benefit of my experience in what a sissy needs and how her
Daddy can help give it to her. With proper hormones and itsy-bitsy surgery,
Debbie can have a body like mine. And all natural. Can I show you exactly
what I mean by `a body like mine,' Mr. Finley? Say on Tuesday night -- all
night -- at my place? Here's my address and phone number. I'm sure someone
as pretty as Debbie will have no problem finding a `sleeping' companion for
Tuesday night, or any other night. Do you? Well, call me and I'll see you
Tuesday at six. Drink plenty of fluids that day."

Then she kissed him, right on the mouth and even slipped him a little
tongue. Poor Daddy had been unable to say a word, but we all three knew
where he would be spending Tuesday night.

I guessed I would have to impose on someone to share his bed that coming
Tuesday night. I had so many exciting choices, versus the no choices I had
had as a boy.

I think Dad was just starting to realize the possibilities that were opened
to him now that I was gaining full membership in the sissy
community. Brandy's tight bottom seemed to be the first of many "openings"
he would have.

He smiled serenely as he opened his wallet to pay for my $722.37 in new
dresses.

After shopping, I went home with Mr. Wilson and Julia went home with
Daddy. A lovely Saturday night, filled with cummy fun, was had by all.

The next morning, with a stretched, cummy, but happy bottom, I got dressed
for church. En femme. It was so exciting to be dressing girlish in public
for the second day in a row. I decided that dressing and acting girlie was
something that I would have to convince Daddy was the right thing for me to
do all the time.

We all met at Saint Perpertua's for 10:30 Mass and I adored the sex-starved
stares from all the males in the congregation. Daddy seemed so proud of me,
that big hunk. I couldn't wait to get him home and all to myself the rest
of that day, since Julia and Mr. Wilson were visiting Julia's grandparents
in Gouda, a town 20 miles away. Mr. Wilson's mother and father adored
Julia, much more than they had loved Jerry. Her grandfather especially
loved to sit Julia on his lap and assist her daddy with his milking chores.

After Mass, we hustled home, since the Packers were playing the Lions that
day and the Green Bay team was a second religion in Wisconsin.

Daddy changed into khakis and a polo shirt and lined up the snacks, just in
time for a noon kickoff. I had never been much of a football fan, but I was
a big Daddy fan, so when he invited me to get changed and join him for the
game, I did so eagerly.

I went to my room and removed my pretty dress, then touched up my make-up,
adding a bit of drama and teenage sluttiness to my eyes. I left my silky
black stockings, bra, garter belt and sheer black panties, with my
sissycock already dripping in anticipation of Daddy's kisses and
caresses. Then I put on my highest, five-inch, black mule sandals, and
completed the ensemble with a sheer, black peignoir.

I was sizzling hot. Daddy was a good, mature man, but I knew I would have
his big cock in my bottom before the day was out. I knew it.

I sissied downstairs and noted with pleasure the effect my appearance had
on my "victim." Daddy's forehead was sweaty and his crotch was
stretched. Daddy was on the far left side of the couch, facing 22 hunky men
in tight pants, thumping each other as girls across America watched to see
who would be the masters.

Daddy gulped, but I kept to myself, crossing my legs now and then and
asking dumb, girlish questions about the game.

Near the end of the first quarter, I asked Daddy if he would like a
drink. He asked for a Diet Pepsi and I wiggled into the kitchen to get an
ice-filled glass of soda for each of us. When I came back, I set the
glasses on the coffee table, then sat right next to Daddy.

He reacted as if he had been shot. He felt so warm and manly next to me,
but I know I was scaring him. I put my head on his shoulder and my arm
across his stomach. We sat and watched the game for a few minutes, but
Daddy was very uncomfortable, I could tell.

After a few minutes of that, Daddy said, "I have an idea. You stay right
here." Daddy stood up and went upstairs.

I wasn't going anywhere. What was his idea?

Ten minutes later, Daddy returned, carrying a small bag of items. "Lie on
your back, Debbie, and put your feet on the arm of the couch.

That sounded interesting! On my back was exactly where I wanted to be with
Daddy.

He fiddled in his bag, then said, "Unsnap your stockings, Baby, and start
to roll them down."

Even more interesting. Poor Daddy. I did what he said, but the sight of a
girl rolling her stockings up or down turns men into jelly. Except for
their cocks.

Then he said, "When your mother and I were first married, she loved for me
to give her a pedicure. I saved all the stuff and you've never had
one. I'll do your pretty toes, then paint your toenails. Maybe that will
cool us down a bit."

So Daddy wanted to cool things down. An admission that he was hot for
me. Like I didn't know that already! A pedicure didn't sound exciting, but
I would take it.

I was wrong. It was horribly exciting. And terribly intimate.

Daddy rolled my stockings off from mid-thigh to my toes. Then he took some
baby lotion and rubbed it all over my feet and between my toes. Oh, Mama!
My sissycock was outrageous. I didn't cum and actually calmed down a hair
or two as he pedicured me, then put little cotton balls between my toes as
he painted my piggies a fire-engine red.

The game was at halftime and somebody was winning. Who cared?

My toes were dry and Daddy had removed my cotton balls. I was lying on my
back, wiggling my toes and feeling very feminine, when it happened.

"Your mother always liked me to do this when I was done," Daddy said. And
he began to kiss, lick and suck each toe. And the areas between.

Unnnnhhhhhh. It was sexual nirvana. More intimate than fucking.

I couldn't stop myself from reaching into my panties and pulling out my
painfully excited girlie cock. Daddy was merciless in his kissing and
licking and sucking and I rubbed my cockhead and locked eyes with Daddy and
BLEW a stream of cum across my stomach up my chest and onto my chin. And
another stringy spurt. And another. Accompanied by the girliest squeal ever
uttered in Wisconsin.

Oh, Daddy. You are the best.

Daddy was in complete control. He rolled my stockings back on, then hooked
them to my garters. I was his toy. His slave of love. I would do anything
he wanted. Would he fuck me?

No again.

He sat in the middle of the couch and asked me to stand. Then he asked me
to lie on my stomach, along the length of the couch, my head to his left,
my cum-soaked genitals going up his khakied lap. In a position where could
spank me.

Even that sounded good.

"Are you going to spank me, Daddy?" I asked. "I've been very naughty."

Daddy smiled. "No, Baby. You'll like this better."

Daddy took the bottle of baby lotion and slathered his hand with it. Then
he began to rub it all around my bottom. First the cheeks. Mmmmmm. Then in
the inner folds. Wow! Then he rubbed it in my inner thighs and then he
paused to reload on the lotion.

Daddy asked me to spread my legs, something a sissy loves to hear. Then he
reached between my thighs and held my little baby nuts in his gooey
hand. He rubbed the lotion all around, driving me insane with pleasure. I
was totally under Daddy's control. If he squeezed, I would be in searing
pain. If he continued to caress and cuddle my pink bag, I would find
heaven.

As I knew he would, Daddy chose my pleasure, not pain. But it sure was fun
to be in danger.

He rubbed me lovingly and had me wild with lust. I rubbed my hard-again
doodle on his clothed leg until the friction and the wildness of it all
made me cum messily and scream out my love for Daddy.

His pants were soaked with my cum, which was a great excuse for him to
remove them. But he didn't.

The second half had started again and Daddy was in no hurry. He reloaded on
baby lotion and entered my pretty bottom with a teasing, knowledgeable
finger. Daddy fingerfucked me with variances of one, two and three fingers
all through the third quarter, finding my prostate and massaging it until
my sexual agony almost made me pass out. I didn't get hard that time, but
my orgasm nearly tore my head off and I drooled enough cum from my limp
clitty to destroy Daddy's pants forever. I was exhausted, but poor Daddy
hadn't even cum once.

"Daddy," I gasped. "Please let me milk you. You'll injure yourself if I
don't."

"Sure, Baby," my hunky Dad said.

I rose to my high-heeled feet and got my sea legs. Daddy and the couch were
soaked with cum. Thank goodness for Scotchgard.

Daddy unbuckled his pants and I grabbed them at the hip and pulled them off
with one eager motion. I beheld his beautiful cock, tall, dripping and
needy. Oh, how I wanted to fall to my knees, take it into my mouth and suck
down Daddy's love cream.

Instead, I sat next to him and kissed him like a madsissy. Daddy kissed me
back with equal zeal. He was in a major state himself.

I stopped kissing Daddy for a moment, then grabbed the bottle of baby
lotion. Coquettishly, I applied the lotion to his cock, swirling it around
in a spiral. I set the bottle down and got to work, kissing my Sweet Daddy
and stroking his lubed, throbbing cock with all enthusiasm and passion.

Poor Daddy was very excited and he came soon, hard and copiously, spraying
my hand and his torso with the sweetest treat on earth. He was gasping and
shuddering with the intensity of his pleasure. I was so happy.

When he had calmed down, I stood and said, "I'll go get a towel."

I shook my eager bottom at Daddy all the way to the kitchen. Would he get
the hint?

When I reached the privacy of the kitchen, I leaned against a wall and
began to lick Daddy's cum from my hand. OHHH. It was delicious! The very
juice that gave me life. I ate it all hungrily, then overcome by the
excitement, trembled and helplessly spurted my own goo onto the kitchen
floor.

Grabbing a towel, I cleaned the floor, then returned to Daddy, who was
giving me that. "I know what you just did look." I didn't care.

I cleaned Daddy up, then myself.

The next three hours were a delight. We sat on the couch, kissing and
milking each other to cummy conclusions.

At six p.m., Daddy got up and said he had to go upstairs for a bit.

Was he going to call me to his bed and fuck me properly. I wanted very
badly for him to do that.

The TV was on, but all I could think of was Daddy on top of me. Plunging
his big cock in and out of me. As I had seen him do to Sofia. Oh, my.

After 20 minutes, the doorbell rang.

Rats. In my cum-covered, lingerie-disheveled condition, there was no way I
would answer it. Plus, I had big plans for the evening with Daddy, so I was
sure he wouldn't answer it either.

I was wrong. Daddy bounded down the stairs. He was fully dressed in fresh
khakis and a polo shirt. Huh?

He opened the door and there were Ashley (AKA Ted) Brunson, totally en
femme, and her daddy.

"Thanks for coming," Daddy said.

Huh?

"You're welcome," Mr. Brunson said. "I had a feeling you two might need our
help this weekend. We always have a father-sissy team on call in case
another father and sissy are tempted to cross the line. Don't worry about
it. We've all been there. We take it one day at a time."

Daddy wasn't going to fuck me? He called the Brunsons instead?

Rats. But Daddy was right as always. One of us had to be the grown-up and I
guess I'm glad he did what he did.

At that moment, he appeared to be pretty glad himself. Ashley was on her
trampy knees with my Daddy's cock out and she was sucking and licking it to
a very hard condition. Daddy looked at me sheepishly, but it was clear he
liked what was happening.

I couldn't complain too much.

Mr. Brunson had me in his strong arms and was carrying me up the stairs to
my bedroom. "You poor girl," he said. "You haven't had a cock in your
bottom in HOURS! I'll lick your pretty bottom until you cum, then I'll get
on top of you and fuck you until you scream and cum some more. How does
that sound?"

I smiled at Mr. Brunson and whimpered. "Wonderful," I said. And I meant it.


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