Date: Tue, 10 Mar 2009 01:46:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: D Boltt <boltnnutz@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Sissy Debbie - The Beginning"

(This story is about a pre-teen boy who is gender-confused and has sex with
an adult man. Please stop reading if this subject matter is disturbing to
you. If you are eighteen years of age or younger, or if you are in a state
that prohibits this type of writing, please Stop and read no further.
Kiddie Porn is not condone --The story that you are about to read has just
a little truth to it, otherwise it is entirely fictional. Names and persons
that resemble anybody is purely coincidental. For those of you who enjoy
stories of Sissyboys, enjoy.)

"Sissy Debbie - The Beginnings"

Chapter 1 - Daddy"s Friend, Mr. Harding

     My story begins with me becoming aware of the fact that I was not like
the rest of the boys at school. I was prettier. Ladies always told my mom
that I was so beautiful, not handsome, but beautiful! Several times, ladies
who were total strangers would say to my mom, what a pretty girl she
had. That's when the British music invasion was at its height and long hair
was common. Mine was long enough to cover my ears and touch my neck at that
time. I remember, even certain men would look at me and smile very
appreciatively, as they would do to other pretty little girls. I was 10 yrs
old at the time. That's when I started recognizing that I was perhaps a
little special.

     In order to give a good depiction of my early pre-teen years, I think
it would be helpful if you could visualize what I looked like. I had a very
fair complexion, smooth skin, and I inherited a rather hairless body which
enhanced my growing feminine interests. I was the only boy in the family,
with two sisters, one older and one younger. This proved to be helpful as I
grew up and my interest rose in frilly clothing. I grew up identifying with
the women in the family. My Daddy kept busy working and his attention
towards me was limited. That changed when I was about 10, I notice him
paying a little more attention to me. That was about the time when I
started to lose some of my baby-fat, although I never completely lost all
of it. Even as I grew up, references were always made about my plump and
firm bubble butt. The breasts even retained some baby-fat. It was as if my
body started to grow tits, but then stopped when it realized that there was
a little penis between my legs. Up to now my Daddy always seem to be
hugging my sisters, which made me quite jealous. Wanting to grab some of
Daddy's attention, I guess I started to imitate my sisters mannerisms. I
noticed that my sisters especially the older one, who was three years older
than me, always wore skimpy and revealing clothes around my Daddy. I was
one year older than my younger sister, but I noticed that even she would
seem to flirt with my Daddy. So it seem that both of them were getting all
the kisses, hugs, and caresses, which I longed for. Oh about my Mom, she
was a nurse and worked the evening shifts usually. So we had Daddy to
ourselves from about 6PM until early in the morning. I was usually asleep
when she got home after her late shifts. Anyway, I grew up wanting to be
like my sisters because I wanted Daddy to give me a chance to show him how
much I loved him.

     It was around this time that I started noticing that men seem to treat
me nicely, especially if I started acting like my sisters. I started
noticing men in a new way. I like the idea that men seem to like me and my
attraction to men started to grow. Some of Daddy's friends, when they would
visit him, seem to search me out. I always received a hug from some of them
and eventually I noticed some of them started to give me lingering pats on
my round bubble butt. I remember feeling good whenever I felt the touch of
a man's hand. I was somewhat naive but I knew I felt strange exciting
sensations being around older men. So like my sisters I started wearing
brighter colors, especially pink and pastels. My shorts got shorter and
shorter and tighter. And I would catch Daddy's friends looking at me when I
would pass by. I let my hair grow longer and I would put it in a pony tail
when I was home. Without me knowing it, I was well on my way to looking
like your typical Sissyboy.

     It was under these circumstances that I had my first man or should I
say my first man had me since I was just learning. I wish I had started
with my Daddy, but it didn't happen that way. It started with our neighbor,
a friend of my Daddy. He would come over and I would see that he was always
real glad to see me. It started with a soft punch to the arm or a pat on
the shoulder. Later it started developing into a greeting hug. I would
notice that his hugs would linger longer if Daddy was not looking or was
out of the room. Weeks later I remember he started giving me occasional
light slaps on the butt and saying things like, "Hey there, pretty guy!" or
"Looking good Kiddo". But these slaps always seem to come when we were out
of Daddy's view. Thinking back, I guess because I never said anything, he
started to let his hand linger on my bottom when he would give me those
friendly butt slaps.

     Then one day about a year later, I happen to put on a pair of my
younger sister's light blue gym shorts. They were jersey material and very
tight and very short. Enough that they hugged my small round globes and
ended right above where my butt cheeks would start curving out. Mr. Harding
was sitting at the table talking to my Daddy. I went up to the table next
to Mr. Harding to pick up some homework papers I had left there. At that
precise moment my Daddy said something about getting something from the
garage to show him.

     As my Daddy left I felt a familiar pat on my butt, but then I felt his
big hand stay there. Then I felt his strong fingers encircle my asscheek
and started squeezing it. I felt a tinge of fear and I turned my head to
look and this adult man whose hand my squeezing my butt. He had a solemn
look and I remember his nostrils flaring as he breathed heavily. Then he
slowly broke into a grin as he saw that I didn't do anything. I had the
sensation that something naughty was happening and I also had this exciting
feeling inside me. I didn't know what to do so I just smiled back. As I did
this, I felt his large hand go deeper between my legs and he was rubbing
me. He was rubbing my boyish ass and seem to be searching for my little
pee-pee. That's when I noticed than my 11 yr old penis was hard. I just
stood there with my eyes and hands on my homework papers and I let my
Daddy's friend pervertedly fondle me, I was enjoying the attention that I
was receiving and was thrilled that I was able to give this man some kind
of pleasure. Then we heard my Daddy open the door and Mr. Harding hand
swiftly retreated. I picked up all my papers, turned and ran out of the
room. But as I turned to flee, I saw this grinning man give me a wink.

     In my room I collect my thoughts and decided that I liked what had
just happen. My stiff penis was proof of that. I looked forward to
subsequent visits from Mr. Harding and always knew that if the opportunity
presented itself he was going to fondle my round boyish bottom again. It
was an exciting period of my life and everything was so new. My life was
taking on a new meaning. I have replayed that period of my life with
Mr. Harding over and over again throughout the years.

     It was the summer and I was a month away from my 12th birthday. My
parents had a small bungalow behind our house that they would rent. The old
lady that lived there had moved out a couple of weeks before and the small
apartment was vacant. My Daddy said that it was my chore to paint the walls
so they could rent it out to the next tenant. It was only two rooms and a
kitchen.

     Mr. Harding lived next door and our properties were separated by a
driveway. The walls of his house came right up to the driveway. There was a
small patio on the side of our house in the back that lead to the
driveway. The gate faced the driveway directly in front of a window at
Mr. Harding's house. To walk to the apartment from my house you had to go
through the driveway towards the back to get there. This small route became
crucial in the development of the intimate relationship I had with
Mr. Harding.

     So one summer day I decided to tackle the work that my Daddy had
assigned to me. Not wanting to get paint on my good clothes, I found an old
pair of shiny black swimming trunks, boxer style, that said Star Wars on
one of the legs. However, I had wore these two years before and now they
were shorter and tighter. Needless to say, the curvature of my behind and
the shape of my two baby moons was very visible. And I wore an loose old
t-shirt, white socks and old sneakers. I had to make numerous trips back
and forth from the house to the apartment, to carry the paint supplies and
for various other reasons. By lunch time I had finished painting the
kitchen and one of the other two rooms. So I went inside my house where my
mom had fixed lunch. My mom told me that the swimming trunks were a little
to short and tight and they were a little too revealing. If I didn't change
people might get the wrong impression of me, especially Older Men. But
since I would be out in the back, away from the public eye, she let it go
and went back to the basement to resume her sewing. My older sister had
gone swimming and my other sister was at a friend's house.

     After lunch, that summer afternoon, my life started to change. When I
walked past the window of my neighbor's house I didn't notice a figure
sitting by the window. After I had past the window I heard a voice say, "Hi
Handsome". I turned my head as I continued walking but didn't see anyone at
first and then I spotted Mr. Harding sitting right next to the window. He
was looking straight at my round ass. I just said "Hi" and kept
walking. Now I was not very outgoing and had never really thought of
pursuing Mr. Harding. Although he always seem to pursue my ass when he
would come over to visit my Daddy. He always liked to secretly pat my butt
when not in the presence of my Daddy. Still I was a bit shy with him. I
made several trips back and forth to the house that afternoon. Any each
time he would be sitting by the window looking at me. His remarks, usually
in a low voice as I passed, were things like, "You look nice Davy", "Mmmmm,
those shorts really look real good on you", "You got nice legs, you know",
"Gosh, you're real pretty". Every trip I took to the house brought a new
compliment about my body and what a pleasant sight I was to him.

He didn't do anything else because my mommy's car was there. But he
certainly let me know that he liked me and from past experiences with his
wandering hand, I knew he liked my butt. And I started to discover that I
liked having that effect on him. I thought about it so much that afternoon
that I only painted half of the last room remaining. I started taking some
things back to the house and Mr. Harding noticed that I might be quitting
for the day.

     As I passed him the last time he asked me, "Are you going to paint
tomorrow?" I nodded yes as I passed his window, without looking at him or
saying a word. As I turned towards our gate, he asked, "In the morning?"
Again, I nodded yes without looking back.

I thought about the good feeling I got walking back and forth and having
the next door neighbor say nice things about my body. I started planning
for the next day. Since it was my mom's day off, I knew that my mom was
taking both of my sisters to the dentists in the morning. Afterward they
were going to a nearby town to visit my aunt and go shopping for school
clothes for the girls. So that night I decided to take a bold step the next
day. My plan was to see how excited I could get Mr. Harding. I remember
lying in bed thinking about tomorrow and had a good stiffy most of the
night.

Chapter 2 - Dressing for Mr. Harding

      Next day morning my mom and the girls got an early start. As soon as
I saw the car drive away I started my preparations. My Daddy had already
gone to work. Don't remember if I told you, my Daddy was a county police
officer at the county courthouse. Now this is how I figured it. If you
remember, I told you that it seem that my Daddy liked my sisters dressing
sexy sometimes around the house and since Mr. Harding apparently loved the
shape of my ass, I was going to made the boldest move of my life, well up
to then. I was going to dress up like a girl and see if Mr. Harding would
like it and get excited. I went into my sisters room and searched for a hot
pink bikini that she wore last summer. While searching for the bikini, I
also found an old white training bra/halter with a lacy trim. I decide on
the bikini bottoms and the white thin halter. Then I chose an old pair of
white pumps with a small 2-inch heel. I decided on no socks. Then I put up
my long dark brown hair into a pony tail and tied it was a white ribbon for
the contrast. Then while in a daring mood, I went ahead and cut bangs. Then
I went to my parents room and looked for some earrings. I found a pair of
clip-on silver loops. Remembering sexy Cinderella looked, I tied a black
ribbon around my neck to look like a choker. To finish the look I found
some red lipstick and applied it to my lips which had always been rather on
the full side. I didn't know too much about other make-up, plus I didn't
want to take a chance on someone coming by and having to take a whole lot
of make-up off. I took a look in the mirror and was surprise to see someone
I had never seen before. But the image was an exciting one. There stood an
almost 12 yr old sissyboy with a pony tail tied with a white ribbon, with
1-inch loop earrings, and red lipstick. Around her neck was a black ribbon
choker. The shoulders and arms were exposed by the white almost sheer
material of the halter. It was thin enough to faintly see the dark nipples
underneath. Below the halter was bare skin showing off my belly button
until you came to the low tight hot pink bikini bottoms. My initial
intention was to accentuate my Butt and those bottoms did just that and
more. When I turned around in front of the mirror I saw that half of my
plump round asscheeks were showing. In the front my stiffy was visibly
outlined so I tried to tuck it underneath and only partially succeeded. You
could still see a small bulge between my smooth thighs. Then there were my
shapely smooth legs. My thighs and calves weren't skinny but were well
toned. Then at my feet were the white shoes with a 2-inch heel to
accentuate the whole picture. I chuckled when I remembered that my mom was
saying that perhaps I should have changed from those tight swimming trunks
yesterday because I might give the wrong impression to Men. I wondered what
impression she thought I would give today the way I was dressed. She would
probably croak if she saw her little boy looking like a hot little girl! I
looked Hot, I had to admit to myself.

     Since he had asked if I was going to be out there the next day, I had
an idea that Mr. Harding might be waiting. I sneaked a peek through our
side window and sure enough Mr. Harding was sitting inside by his
window. It was the moment of truth. When I think back I'm surprised how
much planning I had done for an 11 year old. I was carrying an extra set or
regular clothes, just in case I might have to make a quick change while at
the apartment that I was painting. I even had tissue in case I had to take
off the lipstick in a hurry. For a minute I almost chickened out. But the
stirring feelings inside me and my youthful curiosity got the better of
me. I really wasn't thinking what might be the result of all of this. All I
was thinking and hoping was to give Mr. Harding a treat and that he might
keep on liking me. So I put my hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath,
and open the door. The screen door slamming behind me alerted Mr. Harding
and he sat up and looked at me. As I said, I had always been on the quiet
and a little on the timid side. As I walked out I made a conscious decision
to look straight at him and smile. As I walked thru the gate he stood up in
front of the window and he seem to grab his crotch. Now his house was a
little elevated, so the bottom of his window was above my head. So although
I couldn't really see, I was pretty sure he was grabbing his penis.

     I was rather thrilled by his reaction. I had been nervous and afraid
he might laugh at me. But his wide eyes and stunned look perhaps indicated
an approval. I looked straight into his eyes and gave him a big smile
showing my white teeth, surrounded by my red lipstick lips. As I passed his
window I heard saying in a low voice, "Oh my God...Oh man, you look soooo
good Baby" Its hard to describe how great it felt to hear him expressing
such a positive reaction. As I walked away from him, towards the apartment
that I was painting, I knew Mr. Harding's eyes were on my Ass. I envisioned
him seeing this pre-teen sissyboy with her smooth round creamy white
asscheeks half exposed. From the back you probably would have thought I was
a very precocious little girl. At that moment I remember seeing Marilyn
Monroe in "Some Like It Hot" and I remembered the way she moved her hips
when she walked. Thinking this I swayed my hips for Mr. Harding's
benefit. From behind me I heard a soft "Ooooooh". When I was about 15 feet
away from his window I intentionally dropped my keys. I then bend down
slowly giving Mr Harding a good view of almost all of my Sissyboy's Ass,
except for the slim hot pink bikini material between my two full moons. As
I was bending I could hear him moan, "Oh god damn, you are hot Baby
Girl. Oh man what an Ass!" I slowly rose up and continue toward the small
building, moving my hips for the excitement of Mr. Harding.

     A few minutes later I went back to the house for some of the paint
brushes, but I took my time walking past the older man's window. Probably
since he didn't see my mom's car in the driveway, he asked, "Is your mom or
sisters home?" Looking at him with a smile, I shook my head. I never once
stopped to talk to him. I still had a little bit of shyness in me, but I
had come a long way by the way I was dressed. When I came out the second
time Mr. Harding was there waiting, smiling, and he had taken off his
t-shirt. And this time he seem to be shaking a little bit. For a moment I
thought he was be on the verge of a heart attack. However, I saw his big
grin and I knew that it was probably the excitement. As I walked towards
him I saw him staring straight at my bikini bottoms. "Mmmmm I like that!"
he growled. When I was about 10 feet from his window, I intentionally
dropped one of the paint brushes. I went back around the brush and then
slowly bent down again, giving Mr. Harding a better view of my young ass. I
could almost feel Mr. Harding's eyes burning on my rear mounds. I even
remember wiggling my ass just a bit for him as I was bent down. "Ooooo I
want That", I heard him say. I rose up turned around, looked up at him,
smiled and swayed away. After I went inside the bungalow that I was painted
I looked down and noticed that Mr. Harding had been starring at the wet
spot in front of my bikini pants when he said, "Mmmmm I like
that!". Looking at my stiff pee-pee outlined in my hot pink bottoms I
suddenly realized what was happening. Mr. Harding was shaking because he
was jacking off. He had just asked me if anyone was home and he was now
boldly jacking off in front of me. However he probably didn't realize that
because of his elevated window I could only see as far as the area right
below his belly button. In fact, he was probably naked standing there in
front of his window. I felt a surge in the shaft of my penis at the thought
of that. And I felt another drop wet my bikini. Oh well, he had already
seen the wet spot. I silently cursed the builder of that house for making
the window so high. I realized that I was wanting to see his cock. I guess
for the first time in my life I was admitting to myself that I was being
drawn to a Grown Man's Cock. And I wished I could see it. Now again, this
area of the property was towards the back of the house and could not be
seen from the street or by the neighbors.

     Luckily, I had done the majority of the painting the day before so I
didn't"t have much to go. But while I was painting in my skimpy outfit, I
kept thinking about Mr. Harding and his Cock. Needless to say I made
countless of unnecessary trips to the house just to tease Mr. Harding and
hoping I could see his Manhood. He was obviously jerking off for me, but
just didn't realize I couldn't see it. In his mind, he probably thought my
smiles were reactions of actually seeing his Hard Stick, but I couldn't see
it. While painting I kept fantasizing that Mr. Harding would come to the
apartment and do naughty things to me. Unfortunately, he didn't. By noon I
had finished the little painting I had to do, so I started taking things
back to the house. And every time Mr. Harding was there smiling and
"shaking".

     Many times when I would walk by, not knowing what to say, I would just
say "Hi" and smile at him. The last time I said "Bye". He stopped shaking
and asked as I turned to the house, away from him, "Are you
finished?". With my Ass towards him I looked at him over my shoulder, gave
him a sad face, and said yes. Then I smiled at him again and walked
away. Wiggling my a 11 yr. old exposed asscheeks at him. I had finished my
adventure I had planned and I had really enjoyed it. I had given
Mr. Harding a thrill and I was proud of myself. And it seems that
Mr. Harding had enjoyed it quite a bit also. I knew I had taken a step to
further my relationship with the Man next door, except I didn't really know
where all this would lead. Little did I know when I went inside that the
relationship was going to go into overdrive within the hour.


Chapter 3 - A Surprise Visitor

      It was midday and I had just finished the job of painting the
apartment in the back of the house. I had shown no mercy in teasing
Mr. Harding in my slutty outfit. I guess I took that bold step because I
felt safe, since he was behind the window and I was out of reach. Although
I wouldn't have mind if he had gone over to the apartment where I was
painting and he would have molested me. I fantasized him putting his big
hands all over my 11 yr. old body.

      After having swayed and wiggled all morning in my brief and revealing
sissy outfit, I went inside the house to take off my outfit and return to
being my regular self. Although at this point I was starting to wonder if I
wouldn't rather just keep being a teasing sissy. Anyway, my mom and sisters
would be coming back home in a couple of hours and Daddy would be home not
long after that.

     My bedroom and bathroom were just down the hall from the back
door. When I went into house I went straight to the bathroom and started
running the bath water to get it warm. Before taking off my outfit I went
to my bedroom to see myself one more time in front of the full length
mirror that faced my bed. My semi-hard pee-pee jumped a bit as I saw myself
again. I really didn't look like the Davy that everyone was used to
seeing. The image reflected in the mirror looked like an 11 year old girl,
who happen to have an obvious small bulge dressed in her very skimpy hot
pink bikini bottom and a almost sheer white halter with lacy trim. The pony
tail with bangs and a white hair ribbon gave me an innocent look. But that
little girl also had a slutty side as shown by the loop earrings, black
ribbon choker and shiny red lipstick. And at the end of the curvy legs to
finish the feminine look were 2-inch heel white pumps. No wonder I had
driven Mr. Harding to undress himself and jack off in front of me. I know
if I had been him I would have done the same and even gone over to the
apartment to get my hands and cock in that young body. Damn that high
window. I never got to see his cock!

     As I looked at myself in the mirror I imagined what Mr Harding's eyes
had seen that morning. The bikini was so skin tight you could see the
outline of a sissyboy's little hard cocklet. By the end of the morning the
back panel of the bikini had traveled and gathered between my two
asscheeks. Mr. Harding didn't have to imagine what my almost 12 yr old
Sissy Ass looked like. I turned my back to the mirror and ran my hands over
my young ass. I imagined it was Mr. Harding's hands that were rubbing and
squeezing my meaty rear end. My ass was there fully exposed, except for the
pink pussy which I managed to keep covered by the thin bikini strip between
my legs. Mr. Harding must have known that I was enjoying exhibiting myself
to him because he would have seen that wet spot in front of my bikini. I
like what I saw in the mirror and obviously Mr. Harding had approved
also. I was so happy to have given the man next door a thrill. As I looked
at myself, I imagined being a model posing for a fashion magazine. At 11
yrs old I hadn't seen a pornographic magazine yet to know what x-rated
poses existed. Little did I know at the time that Mr. Harding would be
exposing me to pornographic material in just a little while.

     Finally I snapped out my daydream of being a fashion model and decided
I better start washing up. But again I looked at myself and slowly and
seductively stripped in front of the mirror. I had never seen a real strip
tease, just a few scenes in the movies where a girl might start taking off
her clothes, but never showing much. So there I stood with my hands
covering my sissyboy's breasts. Although flat chested, I had noticed that
my chest was a little different from other boys. It wasn't very pronounced,
but there seem to be a slight swelling in my breast area and my nipples
seem to be bigger and more pointy than other boys. In fact the almost sheer
halter showed a good definition of my protruding nipples against the
material. I remember feeling my stiff nipples against the palms of my
slender boyish hands. It gave a strange but good sensation. Then I turned
around and hooked my fingers on the sides of the bikini and started to peel
it off. In the mirror I saw the top of the bikini come down and over my
bubble asscheeks. As they came down to my knees I let them drop to the
floor and I daintily stepped out of them in my 2-inch white pumps. I stood
there naked except for those white shoes and the black ribbon choker, with
my hair still in a pony tail with the white naked ribbon, silver loop
earnings, and those red lipstick lips. I thought I looked hot naked and
with my sissyboy clitty was standing straight up.

     Suddenly I was startled back to reality by a knocking at the door. A
bolt of panic shocked me. I panicked! I cautiously stepped out of my
bedroom door and listened. There was another knock. I scurried to a window
and peeked to see if I saw my mom's car in the driveway. I didn't. That was
a big relief. But there was another knocking at the back door. I hurried to
the back picking up a towel as I passed the bathroom. Without noticing I
had picked a smaller towel that barely went around my waist. As I tucked
the towel around my waist the small-size towel left a slit from my smooth
thigh all the way up to my hip. I cautiously look through the window on the
door and my heart leaped. It was Mr. Harding.

It shouldn't have been surprised to see him there, since he usually would
come by the back door when he would visit my Daddy. I thought whether I
should open the door or not. I became real nervous. After all I had just
finished parading in front of him all morning, teasing him with my young
smooth sissyboy body. The thought entered my mind that maybe he was mad for
what I had done in front of him. But he saw my shadow and I could see him
grinning. I took a deep breath and slowly cracked the door open with the
chain latch still on.

     "Hi Davy. It's me, Neil. May I come in?"

      In my nervous 11th yr old mind, all I could think of saying was
"Why?"

     He said,"Oh I got something I want to show you. I think you'll like
it".

     With that surprising remark I looked out at him again and checked to
see if he was wearing clothing below his waist. He was wearing some loose
dark green shorts. At this point, I guess I should tell you a little bit
about Mr. Harding. To give you a point of reference, he looked a lot like
Simon Cowell from American Idol. He was a bit older than my Daddy. I later
found out that he was 55. He was just a little bit overweight, with a small
beer belly. I don't know if this incident started it or if I had always had
a liking for Older Men who are slightly overweight. He was much taller than
me. I was like 4'10" at the time and he was about 6'2". He had a receding
hairline and his dark wavy hair had visible gray in it. He wore a trim
mustache, otherwise he was clean shaved. However his arms, chest and legs
were very hairy. He was married to a heavy set woman who worked as a
bookkeeper at a Baptist Church. They had a cute daughter, Debra, who had
just gone off to college. Mr. Harding was a retired school teacher and was
currently on call to be a substitute teacher, which explained why is was
home many days.

     So, on the other side of the door stood Mr. Harding wearing loose
green shorts, an open plaid shirt and sandals. I could see his hairy
chest. Taking another deep breath, I unlock the door and stepped
back. Mr. Harding slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside.


     As he walked in his eyes almost popped out of their sockets and his
grin got even wider as he saw how I was dressed, or should I say
"undressed". Then his face turned serious and asked, "Are you alone?"
"Yes", I replied quickly. He then quickly turned around and made sure that
he locked the door. Then his face broke into a big grin again and in a low
voice he said, "Oh Baby! You are a beautiful Girl!" I was thrilled to hear
him proclaim my feminine beauty. Then I realized that in my panic I had
forgotten that I still had my hair up in a pony tail with a ribbon, the
loop earrings, the black choker, and the 2-inch pumps. The only difference
now was that I was wearing a very small towel around my waist, showing skin
from my thigh clear up to my waist and was bare-chested. Mr. Harding's kept
going up and down over my body. His eyes would always delay a second or two
at my towel. I glanced down and saw that my towel was very visibly tented!
I observed Mr. Harding breathing hard and through his open short sleeve
shirt I could see his hairy chest expanding with each breath. I also
starred at his shorts which showed a large object pushing against the loose
material. Mr. Harding saw me looking in the direction of his cock and he
slowly grabbed and squeezed his bulge. As he touched himself he said, "Oh
you sweet thing, you got a great body. You look so delicious!"

     These kind of compliments were all new to me and I didn't know what to
say. So I lower my head and look down sheepishly. Then I raised my line of
vision to the hidden big thing he was fondling and said, "Thank you,
Mr. Harding."

     Then in a sweet sing-song voice, as if talking to a baby he said,
"Listen, I have a couple of magazines I want to show you that have cute
sissyboys like you, all pretty and dressed up, just like you. But first, I
am so happy to be alone with you at last. I need to give you a big hug."
With that he placed the rolled up magazines on the table and stepped
towards me and surrounded me with his hairy arms. I just stood there with
my arms at my side waiting to see what would happen. His arms crisscrossed
behind my back and hugged me against him. My face was pressed against his
hairy chest and I inhaled his manly aroma. Wrapped in his arms, his hands
rubbed my naked sides right above my hips, above the towel. It was the
first time that a grown-up man had ever touched my body with his hands so
lovingly. Being pressed against him I could feel his hard cock through his
tented shorts poking my belly button. My head was flooded with visions of a
hard veiny
 cock rubbing against my belly button and all over my smooth tummy. With my
eyes closed and without realizing it, a purr escaped my lips. It was an
involuntary sigh of pleasure. Upon hearing my reaction, with his left arm
wrapped around my back holding me, he moved his right hand down and he
yanked the towel off of me. I was startled. I opened my eyes, and felt his
big hands slide down and cup each of my 11 yr old fully round asscheeks. As
he squeezed my ass I could feel his cock twitch. As he squeezed me, he
would drawn my body against him and I could feel my naked little stiffy
rubbing against his hairy thighs. He whispered in my ear, "Do you like that
Sweetie?" as his middle finger dipped between my round mounds and rubbed my
boy pussy. I just murmured into his hairy chest, "Yes, Mister Harding."

     There was a white wooden china cabinet with glass doors on the
opposite wall. With my face still buried in his hairy chest I looked to the
side and saw our reflection. It was an exotic scene. Here you had a tall 55
yr. old balding man hugging, what seemed like a petite 11 yr. old naked
girl in a pony tail, with earrings, a contrasting black ribbon choker,
shiny red lips, and in white heeled girl shoes. I could see that his arms
and legs were hairy, while my little boy's body was pinkish light brown and
completely smooth. I just stood there with my arms at my side while his
hands explored my sissyboy's bottom.

     Then he stepped back. Breathing hard, he leered at me and said, "Let
me take a good look at your sweet naked girl body." As he stepped back I
automatically covered myself with one arm across my chest and covered my
erect clitty with my other hand. "Come on Sweetie, let me take a look at
you," and he lower my arms to my sides. I felt a little strange standing
there without any clothes, but at the same time I had this feeling of
forbidden excitement. That same feeling was rushing blood to my sissyboy's
stiffy. Especially when I saw the lecherous look in his eyes as he surveyed
the front of my body. He was looking straight at my erect Sissyboy's
clitty. "Mmmmm I'm gonna have ...I mean, we're gonna have fun together!
Let's see, turn around and let me look at that sexy ass of yours." Again I
felt a little awkward showing him my nude body from the back, but I knew he
had a Bit Thing for my behind. (A little play on words.) This time without
a bikini to cover anything I slowly turned around with my arms at my side
but with my palms of my hands parallel to the floor, just like a good
sissyboy. "Oh yeah Baby! You got the best ass I have ever seen on a little
girl like you!" Oh, those praises were making my Love Stick throb up and
down. It was also particularly strange to hear him talk to me using those
adult descriptive words. This was the first time we had really been alone
together. I felt his big hands caress each asscheeks very softly and
loving. It felt good to feel his hands on each of my soft bubbles of my
butt. He cupped them and gave me a squeeze as if holding two pliable
softballs. Holding my ass I felt him separate my each of my cheeks. As he
did this I heard him moan, "Mmmmmm that's a cherry I want to pick. Oh Baby,
you got the ass to make me real happy and Horny!" I was literally in the
palms of his hands. I stood there naked in front of this man, waiting to
see what would happen next.

Chapter 4 - Kiddie Porn Ideas

     "Okay," he said, "let's sit down and look at these magazines. Here,
lets sit down on this chair and you can sit on my lap while we look at
these nice magazines, OK?" I said Okay. He sat down with his legs open to
accommodate me. As I stepped forward between his legs I couldn't help but
stare his shorts that were tented like a miniature circus Big Top. I
thought to myself, his cock must be enormous to be pulling that material so
much. I turned around to sit on his lap but he lifted me up by the waist
and placed me on top of his covered Man's Cock. Immediately I could feel
its heat on my naked firm asscheeks. His hard shaft was nestled between my
asscheeks and the front of his cock seem to be rubbing against my smooth
naked pink nut sack. He gave me about three slow humps. With each arm
beside me, I leaned back and felt his hairy chest tickle my smooth bare
back. The title of the first magazine he picked up was "Dressing Up Boys".

     As I sat there, I thought how I had come to this situation so
fast. Yesterday, Mr. Harding was just my Daddy's friend who would come and
visit him. I would only say Hi to him when I would see him at my
house. Alright, so he would pat my rump when he got the chance, but I still
considered him just an adult friend of my Daddy. Now today, Mr. Harding had
come into my house, made sure that the door was locked and had gawked at me
as I stood and turned in front of him naked. Well. naked except for the
2-inch white pumps, the black choker, loop earrings, a long pony-tail tied
with a long white ribbon, and red glossy lipstick. He made me sit on his
lap, or rather sit on his hard cock separated only by the loose material of
his shorts. I was now sitting on his lap as he was about to show me two
magazines of Kiddie Porn. The first magazine he showed me was entitled
"Dressing Up Boys". It was not a very professional looking publication. It
was mostly composed of black and white pictures and held together with
staples on the side. But my young untrained eyes only saw the pictures of
pretty boys in girls attire. There were about six or seven picture stories
of young cute little boys.

     As I sat naked on Mr. Harding's lap he handed me the first magazine
and told me to slowly look at the pictures and turn the pages. Meanwhile
his large hands held on to me by rubbing my bare chest and fondling my very
erect nipples. He squeezed my chest with each hand and created two small
boobies in each palm. "MMMmmm you got nice little titties for such a pretty
young girl," he said. I looked at his hands as he pinched my nipples and
squeezed my chest. I noticed that Mr. Harding's squeezing of my chest may
it seem as if I really had some pre-teenage boobies. Feeling a little self
conscious I kept my head lowered and meekly said, "Thank you,
Mr. Harding". I just loved feeling his hands on my naked sissyboy body.

     The cover of the magazine had a Sissyboy that looked a lot like a
young Brooke Shields. Inside each story started with the boy fully dressed
as a boy. I remember reading the short description under the pictures and
there was one pretty boy that said that he was 10 years old. He had a baby
face and was dressed up in his little league baseball uniform. Then it
showed him going into a dressing room and then he comes out all dressed
very sexy. He had a short pink see thru Baby Doll and lacy pink panties and
White 4" high heels made specifically for little girls and naughty
sissyboys. He had make-up on and looked gorgeous. I remember thinking he
was a year younger than I was and I wanted to look hot like him.

     He was shown posing, showing off his legs and his pantie covered
ass. Then usually the last pictures in each story showed the boy revealing
his sissyboy erect penis. Without those last pictures you would swear the
kid was a girl. There was another cute little boy in a boy's school
uniform. He reminded me of a very young Macauley Culkin of "Home Alone"
fame. His hair was slightly long, like the early Beatles. Then in the next
pictures, you saw him in a school girls uniform with earrings, mascara,
dark lipstick and black Mary Jane high heels. His skirt is so short you can
see the bottom of his naked butt cheeks. They look so smooth, round, and
perky. The sissyboy was suggestively sucking on a popsicle. In the final
pictures he was lying on the bed with his skirt up and his legs up and wide
open showing all his sissyboy's goodies for all the grown up men that like
little "girls" like him and would seeing his shameless pictures in this
magazine.

     All during this time I could feel the heat on my naked butt from
Mr. Harding's steaming hard sausage coming through his shorts. And he would
be whispering in my ear how sexy and pretty the sissyboys were in the
magazine and he would tell me that I was cuter and that my body was hotter
than those in the pictures. I liked him telling me that. I was so glad that
Mr. Harding was showing me this magazine, because it now proved to me that
there were other boys like me that liked to dress up pretty. But this
magazine was nothing compared to the second magazine that he brought along.

     When I finished flipping the pages, he handed me the second magazine.
It was a better quality magazine, with color pictures and glossy
pictures. The name of the magazine was "Daddy's Boys". The cover showed
what seem like a beautiful young girl standing on a small pedestal next to
a man. The pedestal made the sissyboy stand taller than the man. The man's
head was at the level of the Sissyboy's hip and he had a look like a cat
who had just swallowed the canary. Now this girl reminded me of a very
young Fred Savage of "The Wonder Years." She had curly mop like Little
Orphan Annie. The "girl" was wearing a black micro-mini skirt, a short red
tank top, and red spike heels shoes. As I held the magazine in my hands,
Mr. Harding was rubbing my naked thighs up to my smooth hips. Then he
whispered in my ear, "I wish that was my hand." At first I didn't know what
he was talking about. Then I looked closer at the picture on the cover and
I saw that the man's hand was under the mini skirt. That explained the grin
on the man's face.

     The man's pants also showed a clear outline of a very hard thick
Dick. The layout of the magazine was pretty much like the other one. It
featured about 10 cute young sissyboys who were either pre-teen or early
teenagers. According to the personal info for each sissyboy, they were from
10 yrs. old to 15 yrs old.

     The bio of the first hot Sissyboy said that her name was Patsy. She
was the sissyboy on the cover. It gave her height around 5', gave the
weight, and she was 12 yrs. old. Its incredible how much I remember of that
day, but it was the day that opened the door to a brand new world. I
remember that first bio said, "Favorites: watching cartoons, eating ice
cream, and eating Daddy's Thick Nice Cream." The first page showed Patsy in
torn jeans and a jacket just like a regular 12 yr. old. The following page
on the opposite side showed Patsy in her girls clothing and her new
hairdo. The man was in a light cream suit. It showed various poses, showing
off the sissyboy's legs. When I flipped the page, the next two pages showed
Patsy stripping down to a Tiny Red Thong, hi-heels, and a tiny red tank
top. In fact, Patsy really had small real boobs, like a young pre-teen
girl. They were more than enough to cover the hollow of your palm and good
enough to give a nice sucking. Meanwhile, the man was looking at the little
boy with real wide hungry eyes. His hand was grabbing a real big hard cock
beneath his pants.

     I really wasn't prepared for what was on the next three pages of taboo
sex. Patsy was now completely naked except for her shoes. And the man was
also completely naked showing off a good meaty hard 8" cock. One of the
pictures was a close up of the man's cock. You could see the full shiny
knob and the healthy looking veins running down the shaft. It was leaning
against Patsy's rosy cheeks. She was looking at the cock and licking her
lips. There was a glistening drop of pre-cum on the tip. It was the most
beautiful thing I had ever seen up to that point. I mean I had never seen a
Grown Man"s Cock so close in my life. My boy/girl cock got hard. Then out
of nowhere I heard "You like that doncha?" Who was that I thought to
myself. Then I realized I had zoned out on that cock and I didn't know for
how long. But it was Mr. Harding asking me the question again, "You like
that Man's Big Cock?" Caught off guard I didn't know how to respond so I
just said, "Yeah". Then he lean towards my ear, gave it a lick and said in
a low seductive voice, "Well I got a Big One just for you and you're gonna
love it!" And then he shoved his torso up and gave my bare buttocks a hump
through his shorts. And he was right. I could feel that broad pipe running
the length of my ass crack. And in my pre-teen mind, I felt so lucky
because he said that his big cock was "just for me".

     In one picture, the man's face was completely buried between the two
plump round asscheeks of the small boy. "Yucky" I said. But Mr. Harding
said, "Oh no, Sweetie. It feels great. It makes you real horny, plus its
prepares the boy pussy for Daddy's Love Tool." At that point, Mr. Harding
pointed out the strong resemblance between the sexy little boy and the
man. Indeed, later I saw that 7 of the 10 boys featured had a real strong
resemblance to the man who was seducing them.

     "Are they really the Daddies?" I asked.

      Mr. Harding said in a very assuring tone said, "Oh Yes, this is a
very special secret magazine about Daddies and their Sissyboys. That's why
they call it 'Daddy's Boys'".

     "Wow! Really?" I said in an astonishing but excited voice. A hidden
fantasy was becoming more real to me. There existed an actual possibility
of having sex with my own Daddy. This kiddie porn magazine was actually
depicting hard sex between Adult Daddies and their deliciously young sons.

     Mr. Harding must have noticed excitement in my voice because he then
asked me a very provocative question. "Would you like to have sex with your
Daddy?"

     As far as I know, I was born with that desire and I admitted to
another person for the first time in my life, "Oh yes, I really would".

     "Well, maybe I can talk to Steve and see if there is a way I can get
him to make love to you. Although I am not sure how he would take the fact
that you are sitting naked on my lap wearing girly shoes, earrings,
lipstick and a pony tail. But then if he is anything like me, I know he
won't be able to resist you. Even if he is a Cop, he will want that pretty
ass of yours!" Would you like that?" Thinking of that possibility, in a
trance I nodded yes and my boy/girl clitty gave a twitch.

     I begin to imagine that the 12 yr old boy in the picture was me,
licking the cockhead of his Daddy. Then in another picture stretching his
Little Boy's lips to allow the big cock into his mouth. And then there was
a picture of Daddy's cockhead inside the little boy's butthole. Then a view
from down and behind showed the big cock completely submerged and Daddy's
hairy balls right above Patsy's smooth peanut sack. The last picture showed
the young sissyboy's rosebud dripping his Daddy's cum.

     There was another story I remember real well because I could relate a
little to it. It was a picture story showing a very young cub scout in his
blue uniform. The man was a motorcycle police officer. Although my Daddy
was not a motorcycle cop, he was a officer of the law at the county
courthouse and he did wear a uniform. He was always my number One
Hunk. Anyway, in the first picture the small cub scout was next to a small
waste basket on fire. Right behind him was the big policeman. He is wearing
sunglasses and a nicely trim mustache. Extending from the cop's crotch to
the left hand side was the clear outline of a fully enlarged Man's
Cock. Now the bio in the story said that the boy's name was Robin. He was
10 yrs. old. He seem tiny but his bio said he was 4'4". And under his
favorites it said, "Tap Dancing, Riding his bike, and Riding his Daddy 's
Cock!" The little boy had an angel's face like a young Ricky Schroder and
although he was a cub scout, he had make-up on and looked like a little
girl. His hair was blond, long and full of curls passed his shoulder. The
main thing that I remember about him was his eyes. They were big and
wide. But the nose bridge, the space between the eyes, was small and made
the eyes look kind of close together. Nevertheless, he was a cutie and his
little perky ass looked very desirable in his little tight cub scout
shorts. In the next picture the policeman had the little boy facing the
wall with his arms and legs spread out. The cop looking at the cub scout's
ass, and his huge Cock is now fully visible through the zipper opening in
his police's pants as he strokes it. In the next two pictures he is
kneeling behind the boy and he is frisking the little tyke with his big
hand between his legs. There was a close-up of his hand, coming out from
between the scout's legs and grabbing the sissyboy's crotch. The hand
looked huge next to the small thighs of the cub scout. The next pic he has
his hand inside the boy's shorts feeling his little butt.

     As I turn the page I could feel Mr. Harding slowly dry humping my bare
ass as I sat with my eyes transfixed on the naughty photos. The policeman
peels off the scout's uniform off and reveals the little boy wearing hot
pink satin panties, tiny enough to show most of his lip-smacking
asscheeks. He is also wearing a shiny pink satin training bra. Suddenly the
cub scout was now wearing black high heels. I asked Mr. Harding where they
got girl's clothes and shoes so small. He explained that there were a few
mail order companies that made sexy clothes and hi heels specifically for
cute hot sexy children. Apparently they are doing a booming business
underground. He said that if I wanted he would order me some things that I
could wear for him. Gosh, I was thrilled that he would do that for me and I
told him that I would like that a lot. He said I could come over to his
house and wear them for him when his wife was at work.

     Back to the magazine, on the next page the policeman was entirely
naked except for his boots and sunglasses. Don't ask how he took off the
pants without taking off his boots, I don't know. Anyway, he is sporting an
outrageous Hardon that is sticking up at a 45 degree angle. It looks so
meaty and heavy and the boy has his hands up to his cheeks, like in Home
Alone. In the next pictures the boy is kneeling in front of the big man
licking his fat balls. In one he has half of the cock down his throat,
which I wouldn't have believed if I wasn't seeing it. In the next pictures,
the burly cop is mounting the little boy from behind.

     Again in a closeup you see the giant cock about 3/4 of it inside the
stretched pink butthole. The cock shaft shines with the policeman's
pre-cum. In one picture you see the face of Robin with her eyes close and
screaming in pain and the policeman's face is intense as he holds by the
hips and is ramming his Hard Love Stick into her. In the next picture,
Robin is smiling looking over her shoulder as she gets fucked. Then there
is a startling picture, you see the smiling boy's face and the riding
policeman's face right above her. His sunglasses are off and you can see
the same eye arrangement as the boy's. The man is clearly the boy's Daddy!
The Daddy Cop seems like he is really enjoying having his grown-up penis
inside his little boy's anus and likewise the little Sissyboy is having a
fun time getting fucked by his horny loving Daddy. I quickly fantasize the
policeman being my father and the boy being me. My Daddy has his beautiful
Love Tool in my girl's pussy and he is fucking me for all I am worth. I
have this strange beautiful feeling going through me. I am mesmerized by
the pictures and then I look down and I'm surprised in what I see. I was so
engrossed in the pictures I hardly noticed when Mr. Harding's hairy hand
started stroking my girl's erect penis. This is the first time in my life
that a grown man is touching me in my private spot. It feels so good. At
the time I didn't realize that I started moaning until Mr. Harding told me
afterward. Mr. Harding started kissing my neck and bare back while fondling
and stroking my sissyboy's erect Clit.

Chapter 5 - The Real Thing

     That magazine story was the second to the last story. By the end of
the magazine I was breathing hard and the man's hands were making me hotter
than ever before. Then I felt him take his hands away and placed them on my
waist. Wait! I thought to myself I want more! Touch me more! Then he lifted
me up from his lap and turned me around.

     Immediately my gaze went to the obscene tent that his cock was making
with his shorts. There was a wet spot at the top. Again he caught me
staring at the bulge of his cock and asked me, "If you had the chance would
you want to make your Daddy happy?" I nodded yes. "Well," he said, "the
boys in those magazines were making their Daddies very happy. I think that
if you want to make your Daddy happy you should practice some of those
things. Let's do that, whatta say?" Mr. Harding's fingers were massaging my
little hard clitty again as I stood there. How could I say no? So I
didn't. I said "Okay" while I just stood there letting Mr. Harding fondle
me. "Oh yes Baby," he growled. Then he slid off the chair, bent forward and
lowered his head.

     Suddenly I felt his mouth engulf my hard sissyboy's pee-pee, until his
nose was pressed against my tummy. It was the most wonderful feeling that I
had ever experienced. My entire whole being was concentrating on my little
penis which was being made love to by Mr. Harding's well experienced
tongue. His velvet tongue, lathered the underside of my little shaft and
caressed my little sissyboy's nuts. This man from next door seem to be
getting more wild as he seem to want to suck the life out of me. But I was
enjoying it. It seem as if I was in another world and I could hear myself
moaning in the distance, "Oh... Mr. Harding. it feels ...so good ...Ooooo
Mr. Harding." He had each hand on each of my young round firm asscheeks. He
was massaging my full round 11 yr old rear orbs. He moved me back and
forward as he sucked me. I found the rhythm and soon I was doing it on my
own. Mr. Harding showed me something that the magazine's still pictures
couldn't...how to fuck. Finally after having my arms at my side all this
time while Mr Harding had been having his way with me, I raised my hands
and place them on the sides of Mr. Harding's head. And I started to fuck
the mouth of the man next door, a friend of my Daddy.

     Seeing that I was finally taking an active part in our lovemaking,
Mr. Harding started moaning and getting more wild. He brought one of his
hand around and inserted it in his mouth while still sucking me. His
fingers caressed my swollen clitty inside. Then he withdrew his wet
fingers. Next thing I know I feel his finger going into my rear love
tunnel. I froze from the sharp pain, but Mr. Harding picked up the rhythm
and continue to suck me. I didn't like the pain that I felt until his
finger rubbed something inside me and the pain was replaced by this intense
feeling of lust that radiated through my body and I went blank for a few
seconds. Little did I know that that I had just had a dry climax. At that
moment I made up my mind that this is what I wanted to do for the rest of
my life. I wanted to be around men just like Mr. Harding. Men that I could
excite with my body and who would make me feel good like this. I don't know
how loud I was but I remember saying something like, "Yes, Yes, YES! I'm
yours, I'm yours! Tell me what you want. I'll do anything! It just feels
soooo goood!" Although it felt very uncomfortable, I still wanted that
finger inside my bun hole because Mr. Harding was so into it.

     Then finally he stopped, slowly removed his fucking finger and stood
up. I was standing also but I had to look up at him. Then breathing hard he
said, "Now its your turn... to practice to make me happy... so that you'll
know how... to make your Daddy happy... when the time comes! I want you to
get on your knees... in front of me... and take off my shorts."

     I was so horny I would have jumped off the roof if he told me to. I
knelt down and looked up at his eyes. He had this hungry look. Following
his instruction, I slid my hands up his hairy legs, up to his hairy thighs
inside his shorts. He was a little over weight but his legs felt strong. I
then brought my hands from under his shorts and hooked my fingers inside
the sides of his shorts. His stiff man's cock was making it difficult to
slide the shorts down. The shorts dragged his penis down so that I started
to see more and more of his thick shaft. I could hardly believe that I was
actually lowering down the shorts of a grown-up man and his big cock was
coming into view just inches from my face. The stem of that penis look so
ominous. Then I saw the crown at his cockhead and then it sprung up and
brushed the side of my face. His heavy erection was like an inch from my
face. I had to cross my eyes to see it. I was Cockeyed! Sorry I had to
throw that in because I have thought of that line all these years.

     So there it was, an inch from my red lips - my New God! A Man's Cock!
My jaw was open in the awe of having an excited Man's Hard Penis so close
to me. This was the instrument of Love, yet it look so powerful. This was
my first Man's Penis. I remember my nose touched the tip of his cock and I
inhaled the scent of this man's cock. I was in love! And I knew that this
11 yr old sissyboy wanted to give all the love he had to this Man's
Penis. Any Man's Penis! I was a SISSYBOY! I was glad I was a Sissyboy! I
WANTED to be a Sissyboy! I was born to give pleasure to men. Many men. It
was my destiny to adore the Cock of an Older Man. "Go ahead and touch it,
hold it" I heard him say. I raised my hand and touch the shaft. It felt
hot, and soft, and still hard and heavy. "Look at yourself Baby," and he
nodded to the glass reflection on the china cabinet. It was an exotic
sight. It looked like a little girl in a pony tail with loop earrings, with
a black choker, then naked for the rest of the way, except for her 2" white
pumps on her feet. It was so awesome to realize that it was really me,
kneeling in front of our family's next door neighbor who was also totally
naked above me and intent to feed me his Sperm. My little hand was holding
his heavy throbbing cock. I was Holding somebody else's cock in my hand! I
was holding a MAN'S COCK!! The pre-cum dripping Penis was an inch from my
face. It was such an awesome sight that will forever be imprinted on my
brain - A naked elderly man standing in front of an equally naked 11 yr old
Sissyboy.

     I drew my sight back to my new center of the universe - the Man's
Cock. I loved looking at it and feeling its weight in my small slender
hand. He put one hand on the top of my head and simply said, "Kiss it. Kiss
my Cock, Baby." Nervous and thrilled at the same time, I leaned forward,
puckered my lips and gave the cockhead a light kiss. As I separated from
it, a rope string of pre-cum formed from my red lips to the man's inflated
stretched cockhead. Seeing Mr. Harding excited made it even more
thrilling. "OOH Baby Doll. Lick that pre-cum. Taste It! Go ahead, do it,
you beautiful Sissyboy. TASTE ME!!!" With his needy urging, I swiped the
tip of my pink tongue across my red-lipsticked top lip. And for the first
time in my life I tasted a Man's cock. I tasted Mr. Harding for the first
time. It was just a drop, but I felt its silkiness on my lips and the
sweetness on my tongue. I wanted more. I had KISS a COCK! I was hooked! I
had tasted my first
 drop of cock pre-juice and I never wanted anything more than the way I
wanted this Penis! I wanted to make this manhood in my hand mine! I wanted
to please it. I wanted to get to the point that those other boys got in the
magazine where they were tasting their Daddy's White Love Semen. I could
feel the lust growing in me as I started giving small kisses to length of
that adult cock. I gave kisses to the crown and then to the veins that ran
all the way down to the pubic forest. "OOH yes, Baby, Kiss it and Lick it
Honey." So I kissed and licked this magnificent specimen. My tongue licked
that penis all around, tasting the sweetness of the man's pre-cum. I wanted
to taste his balls so I leaned further down and licked my way
down. Mr. Harding looking down was seeing an 11 yr. Old Sissybody wild with
passion, experiencing her first Big Hard Cock.

     I remember Mr. Harding, with 2 fingers, lifted his hard cock by its
head so that I could lick the underside of his shaft. My tongue curved the
underside of his rod and I licked all the way up as if it was a hot
Popsicle. "Lick my Balls" he breathlessly said. I dove down his cock and
licked his big heavy hairy balls. They were full of the Cream that I
wanted. They were magnificent! My little hands could hardly hold both of
them. One testicle barely fit into my wet mouth. I licked around them. He
had black and gray hairs and I breathe in the cock aroma. Because of its
wetness, his cock slipped from his grasp and it caved in on me. My nose was
trapped between his balls and his shaft. I was in Heaven! I felt the weight
of his cock on my side of my face and head, with his dripping pee-hole next
to my ear. I kept licking. I wanted to stay there forever. Remembering this
years after, whenever I would be asked where was I going to spend my
vacation, I would always think to myself, "I'm going to spend it in the
glorious land between a man's balls and his cock!"

     I was full of lust for this Big Hard Cock before me. Never in my life
had I felt this passion. I had pre-cum trails running crisscross on my
face. I was licking everything in sight between this man's legs. He was
moaning, "OH Baby, ...Oh Honey, ...Yes,...Yes... Open your mouth and put my
cock in and suck it.,,, Suck Baby, ...Suck it You Cocksucker!...You
Beautiful Cocksucking Cunt! Yes that's it...Suck it out! You want my cum
don't you?" I opened my mouth as far as I could and leaned towards
it. Almost all of the cockhead past my red lips before the head touched the
center of my tongue inside. Then my tongue rose to caress from the bottom
and my lips enclosed the cockhead inside my mouth. The insides of my mouth
collapsed around his cock and I Sucked it! I was now officially a
COCKSUCKER!! And I loved it! Mr. Harding gave a loud moan, "OOOOOH YESSS!
AT LAST BABY!" My mouth had a firm vice-hold on it from right below the
cockhead. My tongue was stroking its head from the inside as Mr. Harding
had done it to me. I kept sucking on it as if I was nursing on a baby
bottle. I loved the feel of it in my little 11 yr. old sissyboy's mouth. I
loved the taste, I loved the smell. I loved Sucking Cock! There was no
doubt in my mind that I was born to Suck Cock, to Suck a Big Hard Man's
Cock! I wanted to feel the cockhead touching the inside softness of my
mouth. I wanted to feel it going in and out of me. I wanted this cock to
Fuck me, to Fuck my Mouth! I was finally sucking my first raging hard cock.

     Then abruptly, I felt his hands grab a hold of the sides of my head
and he proceeded to Fuck my mouth. He started with an even stroke, not fast
but not slow either. I quickly gagged as the beautiful intruder touched the
back of my mouth. I coughed and backed away from it. I looked at it for a
split second and saw how shiny and beautiful it was. Slightly embarrassed
for gagging I quickly put it back in my mouth. At the same time a hard
breathing Mr. Frank was consoling me saying, "That's okay, that's okay, its
normal to gag the first time. You'll get use to it." I was a cocksucker and
I was determined to take it all. He held my head again and starting face
fucking me again, with shorter strokes. I glanced over to the china cabinet
and saw this tall man fucking the mouth of what seem like a very young
naked little girl. I was mesmerized by the man's cock sliding in and
out. My lips pressed against the cock, making a nice tight oral pussy for
my Man's Penis. My tongue was caressing the cockhead every time it went
by. And I sucked it! It was a Perverts Dream.

     The strokes got longer and eventually the cock touched the back and I
gagged once more. But I was in heat and I eagerly sought to put it back in
my mouth. I resisted the urge to gag as it touched the back of my throat
several other times and though the urge was there I started to control that
urge. Suddenly I felt Mr. Harding take a very firm hold of around my head
where I couldn't move my head at all. His Hard Cock was now attacking my
mouth with earnest. His heavy hanging balls were pounding my chin and below
my chin. Mr Harding, the teacher, was no longer thinking about teaching me
how to make Daddy happy. Mr. Harding's only concern how was bringing his
ramming manhood to full satisfaction. And I was good with that. I wanted to
give his cock full satisfaction so I was willing to let him Fuck my face as
hard as he wanted. And I love it.

     Then I felt him give two quick jerk strokes into my mouth and he was
yelling in a horse voice, "I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING!" It not what you would
a middle school teacher to be saying to a 11 yr. old. And then he didn't
move. But then I felt something warm inside my mouth. It was filling my
mouth fast and it felt thick and gooey. I heard him yell, "OOOOOOH GOD!
...TAKE IT,... TAKE IT! Take my CUM. YES Take my CUM YOU BITCH!" he was
moaning. Since I had a mouthful of cock and was quickly filling up with
Cum, in my head I was screaming, "YES, YES, I'M YOUR BITCH! GIVE ME YOUR
CUM, I WANT IT!"

     And then he was moaning, "YES, YES, TAKE IT DEBBIE. TAKE IT AND
SWALLOW IT,... SWALLOW IT DEBBIE!" I tried, I swallowed and felt the thick
substance gush down my throat. I tried to swallow hard but there was not
room between swallows and the cum started to come out the side of my
mouth. This was it!!! This was my first mouthful of Man's Cum in my
Life. My mind was racing and I was wild with Lust. I didn't want this to
end. The warm spunk of this middle school teacher felt so wonderful in my
adolescent mouth.

Finally he stopped spurting. His cock seem to be floating in a pond of cum
inside my mouth. I didn't want it to end. I want to feel a Spent Cock in my
mouth full of cum. I wanted that cum to keep coating the walls of my mouth,
my teeth, my gums, my palate, everything. He withdrew his cock except for
the cockhead. I pressed my lips together. I didn't want him to leave. My
mouth was still full but not overflowing any more. My taste buds were
dancing in the ocean of cum. My tongue was swimming happily in the
wonderful softness of cum, coating all the sides of my tongue. As I
descended from my ecstasy, I noticed that I wasn't aware but I was moaning
also throughout this final episode. I Loved Cum! I was a Cum Lover! I had
tasted my first load of a Man's Cum, but I knew I would have more in the
future. I was now a Cum Addict!

     As the softening Prick slid out of my mouth, it left a running river
of cum down the middle of my chin and dripping to my bare chest. There were
streams of cum oozing down the sides of my mouth also. Then reluctantly I
had to swallow the remains of cum in my mouth. I wanted to keep it
longer. I wanted to play with the cum in my mouth. This was Heaven to me. I
thought I had reached the peak of the sexual experience. Little did I know
that higher peaks lay ahead in the near future when my rear cherry would be
taken. But for now Mr. Harding was rubbing his cum stained dripping cock
all over my face. My sweet sissyboy's face now resembled the pictures of
those cute sissyboys in that kiddie porn magazine, which Mr. Harding was
making a mental note of that.

     Then Mr. Harding, being a little more calm now, said, "You might as
well learn from the start that its a sissyboy's duty to send off his Master
with a clean cock. So I want you now, and always, to lick my cock clean
every time after I cum." And so I did. I gladly licked the cum off of his
cock until I had drank all of its remains. Its a tradition that I always
kept from that day.

     Mr. Harding helped me off my knees. And gave me a big hug. Then he
leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I had cum all over my face but he
didn't seem to care. In fact, he was moaning as he licked some of the cum
off my cheek. He kissed me with an open mouth and I opened my mouth too. I
left him taste the fruits of our sex out of my mouth. I loved the feeling
that my master was enjoying kissing me and enjoying my body. His hands were
were roaming once again all over me and caressing and squeezing my ass as
we kissed. Then he looked into my eyes and asked, "Did you enjoy what we
did?"

     "YES!!" I said quickly.

     "Would you like to do it again and keep doing it?"

      Looking at his eyes with almost a begging voice, "Yes,Yes...Please?
Can I have more cum now, please."

     "Mmmmm, Oh yes, baby, but I need a little time to refill." he said as
he hugged me and cupped and squeezed my baby moons. "Oh I, I mean, we are
going to do a lot more together. I going to make you a real girl. Do you
want to be my girl?"

     "Oh Yes! I do. I would love to be your girl!" I answered without
hesitation.

     "Okay! Great! You're gonna be my girl and I am going to teach you
everything you need to know on how to make your Man happy! You are going to
give me what every nice sissyboy give to a man, her pussy. You want to give
me your Pussy, Baby?"

     "Yes, I do", I murmured into his hairy chest. I felt so happy.

Chapter 6 - Debbie is Born

     "Good! You are my Girl now! But, remember this has to be our secret
only. You can't tell anyone about what we did and plan to do. Otherwise you
and me get into a lot of trouble and we won't be able to ever do it
again. And you can't even tell you Daddy, not until I talk to him and I
know its safe. OK?"

     "Oh yes, of course I won't tell anyone about us. Especially if it
means that we can continue doing what we just did." I was so happy when I
heard him say that I was his Girl. I was somebody's pussy. I had a Man. I
had a Man who would give me his Cock, Give me his Man's Cum!

     I wondered whether I should ask him the question now or wait. Oh what
the heck I thought. He just fucked my mouth, it should be OK to ask a
personal question. So I said, "Er...during when you were cumming, you
called me Debbie." His smile disappeared for a second and then returned.

     He stammered for a second and said, "Er..yes..ah..you don't mind if I
call you Debbie, do you?"

     "No, its alright. I guess my new name is Debbie. From now on its
"Debbie"! ...Er...isn't that the name of your daughter?"

     His smile disappeared for a split second again and then he answered,
"Yes it is. ..er.I love that name." I bet you do, I thought to myself. I
wondered if there was any hidden meaning behind him calling me Debbie. Had
Mr. Harding, the teacher, had sex with his daughter, Debra? Or did he want
to have sex with her? Either way, the thought of him having an incestuous
affair with his daughter was exciting to me. I mean after all, I wanted to
have sex with my Daddy. I saw nothing wrong with him fucking his teenage
daughter. I saw nothing wrong in expressing your love through sex. It was
the most intimate form of love. It seem perfectly natural to me. Oh well, I
would follow up with more questions another day...Maybe, if they were
having sex, maybe I could see them doing it one day. Anyway, she had just
left for college and would be away for a while.

     So I said, "Well, I love that name also now. And this Debbie is all
yours now!"

     Hearing this remark, he hugged me and swept me off my feet. He moaned,
"Oh yes Debbie, I miss you!" and he kissed me hard on the mouth. He gave me
a tongue kiss and one of his hand cupped and squeezed my ass again.

     He finally ended the kiss and put me down. As he lowered me down my
naked thigh rubbed against a Cock that seemed to becoming stronger again. I
noticed that this occurred right after we talked about my name becoming
Debbie. I thought being I could suck his cock again right
now. Unfortunately he said, "OK", I better get out of here and you better
wash up before your parents come home. I will talk and feel out your dad on
how he feels about you. I'll also buy some stuff for you to wear for me."

     And so he he put on his shorts over his semi-hard cock and left,
leaving me naked in the kitchen with a face smeared with his cum. We did
continue to meet, usually at his house when his wife was at work and my
parents and sisters were gone. That didn't happen every day, but we had sex
about maybe around 3 or 4 times a month. Sometimes we got lucky and it
would be more often. But then I purposefully got a "D" in math. My mom
agreed to let Mr. Harding tutor me at his house. But let's save that until
next time in "Sissy Debbie Loses It".

I tell you more about how I lost my cherry next time. Look for "Sissy
Debbie Loses It" I would appreciate your comments about this story. Tell me
any ideas or experiences you might have had. Write to me at
BOLTnNUTZ@yahoo.com . Remember all this is a wonderful fantasy.