Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2016 11:18:46 -0400
From: Full Name <lovepinkpumps@excite.com>
Subject: TG/TS "Aunt Maggie" (PART 4)

Thanks to everyone for your kind comments on the first three parts of "Aunt
Maggie". Some of you wanted to see more of Daisy, and she has a major role
in this part.

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Aunt Maggie
Part 4
By Pink Pumps

Two years later ...

Chapter 1

I guess I need to tell you that in looks, nothing much has changed for
Maggie and me over the past two years. (Yes, "me" is grammatically correct
in this case, not "I". It's a common mistake and damn near everyone makes
it.)

But just for the record:

– Maggie is still the statuesque blond blue-eyed beauty she always was,
with the most perfect 38D breasts on earth. (The lower case for "earth" is
also proper grammar, like the "pope".)

– I don't think I ever told you what color my eyes are. Green. Remember
I'm a natural blond, but my very talented hairdresser turned me into a
ginger, ostensibly because red hair goes better with green eyes. Believe it
or not, I continue to pass as a teenager; maybe even a 16 year old. The
perfect "niece" for "Aunt Maggie", even though she's legally my wife. And I
hers.

– But Sweet Daisy ... oh my gosh ... has SHE changed!

When we adopted her, she was 10 years old, barely four-feet tall, and 60 or
70 pounds. She's growing like the proverbial weed now. She's 5'2" – a
full foot taller than she was only two years ago – and about 85 pounds.

Daisy's legs are soooo long! Especially when she's in high-heels and
miniskirts or short sundresses ... which is almost always, except at
school. (I'll tell you about that in a moment.) She normally wears
four-inchers in when we're out and about, but Maggie and I – (Proper
English calls for "I" in this case. Good grammar is an obsessive compulsion
of mine, and I promise this is the last time I'll play that card) – are
coaching her in five-inch heels, and she's progressing nicely.

Her bootie was sweet and plump at age 10, and her hips have some natural
flare now.

Even with that little-finger-sized peepee between her legs, she's every bit
the beautiful little girl.

Since she's 12 years old and that tall, I guess I should stop calling her
"my little girl", but Daisy will always be my little girl. My baby.

She started with hormones the day she turned 12 and there's nothing much to
see of her boobies yet – just a bit of swelling. But Daisy says it
itches around her pale pink dime-size aureola – proof that her skin
around them is starting to stretch. She'll have titty bumps in no time, and
she'll need a training bra.

I didn't tell you about Daisy's hair and eye color earlier, either. She has
wavy shoulder-length auburn hair, slightly lighter than mine. And she has
crystal blue eyes like Maggie's. Her height, hair color, eye color and
little thingy make her the perfect combination of Maggie and me.

I know it's a clichι, but Daisy completes our family. As happy as Maggie
and I were, Daisy made it even more perfect. I didn't believe anything
could, but she has.

Daisy's just absolutely scrumptious. I guess I don't need to tell you
that. She compares very favorably to the "Delightfully Different Little
Girls" that the three of us love to see in pictures and watch on
DVDs. (See:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender/young-friends/delightfully-different-little-girls)
And she's just as hot as the girls on the "Special Lolitas" website.

[[A quick author's note from Pink Pumps: If you've read my young friends
and teen stories, you know about "Special Lolitas".]]

Daisy's experience as a "Pleasure Sissy" makes her insatiable in bed. (see:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender/young-friends/danielle-the-pleasure-sissy)

Speaking of Pleasure Sissies, Marnie and David are living together at
college now and will be married in the spring. They're so right for each
other, why not make it permanent?

Maggie still fucks me with the giant 10-inch strap-on dildo that prepared
me for Thomas' massive cock, and Daisy can handle seven inches. That's the
only penetration because Daisy and I are committed "bottoms".

Three-ways are the rule rather than the exception in our home

As for Daisy's education, our budding flower is enrolled at a coeducational
private school and wears the traditional schoolgirl uniform – collard
white blouse, school-crested blue blazer; pleated gray-, green-, and
blue-plaid skirt; white knee socks, and black three-inch Mary Jane's. The
girls wear opaque white tights during the winter session, but Daisy hates
them just as much as Maggie and I hate pantyhose.

Our angel wears cotton panties in various colors to school, but I swear
Daisy would go pantyless if we'd let her. Still, I think she understands
the ramifications of her secret being exposed at school, and we've told her
she can't allow a boy's hands under her skirt until we've found one that
accepts how special she is.

There are men out there who have more than accepted her, but they're just
that – MEN who love special girls and can't reveal that they've been
with an underage girl.

When Maggie and I are at school functions, we can't help but notice the
many high school boys flirting with our 6th grade Daisy, and she teases
right back. When she gets a stiffy from all that, her skirts show the
slightest hint of a bulge, despite her panties. For sure, Maggie and I
would be the only ones to notice. The next thing we'll have to teach her is
how to cover up with her purse or laptop satchel.

We've told Daisy she can start dating officially when she's 16, but she has
to attend chaperoned school parties until then.

We won't allow her in a car with any of-age boy driver until we've checked
him out completely. She understands that, too.

Chapter 2

Remember the tiny red Spandex short-shorts, white cropped-top and red
six-inch stiletto pumps I wore for David? Well, Daisy has a very short red
Spandex miniskirt similar in design. In other words, you can see the bottom
of her pantyless bootie-cheeks when she wears it. And we've hemmed the
cropped top to just below her little nipples. She wears strappy red
five-inch "fuck-me, fuck-me" stiletto sandals with the outfit.

Obviously Daisy hasn't been out in those clothes, but when she wears them
at home, Maggie and I get horney as hell for her. As if we really needed
visual stimulation to get horney, right?

We haven't played games in awhile, but I can't help but think Maggie's
working on it. I believe she'll come up with something fun that'll involve
both Daisy and me. I guess I'll have to wait and see. Maybe I'm wrong, but
I just feel it.

I've told you how successful in business Maggie has been and that I'm her
full partner and sole heir, so I won't go into details again. If something
were to happen to both of us – god forbid – everything is left to
Daisy, with Thomas serving as executor of the estate. He's readily offered
his home and to raise Daisy if tragedy really did strike. He knows our
little beauty is sexy as hell and was once a Pleasure Sissy, but put that
out of your mind. Thomas would be a great Daddy if the unfortunate
happened.

Financial independence allows one of us to have the time to drive Daisy to
and from school every day while the other is at the office. We wouldn't
have it any other way.

Most of Daisy's school functions are on Friday nights, so Saturday nights
are completely ours. Usually we eat out at a restaurant of Daisy's
choosing. Would it come as a shock that she normally picks a pizzeria or an
Italian eatery specializing in spaghetti and meat balls? It shouldn't.

We normally follow that up with a movie – again at Daisy's
pleasure. Despite the fact that we spoil her – and we LOVE doing it –
she's remarkably well adjusted. We can thank Mistress Kathy for part of
that.

I suppose I knew something was up when Maggie decided that we'd skip a
Saturday night out for early baths. Normally the three of us bathe
together, but Maggie left Daisy and me alone in the giant bathtub.

After we'd washed and conditioned our hair, Maggie met us as we got out and
patted us both dry. Then she gave us enemas and lube jobs. Which is not out
of the ordinary, since that's the nightly routine before being on the
receiving ends of Maggie's strap-ons. Still, I had to wonder with the early
bath and all ...

We exited the bathroom and laid out on the bed were Daisy's Spandex
miniskirt, cropped-top, and a pair of white opaque thigh-highs with red
bows at the top (which would most definitely show as short as the skirt is)
and the pair of stiletto sandals that go with the outfit.

For me, a black faux-leather micro-miniskirt, elasticized tiger-stripe
tube-top, black seamed fishnet stockings, black garterbelt, and strappy
black seven-inch stripper heels with two-inch clear-plastic
platforms. "Cheap looking" comes to mind, but I guess that's the look
Maggie was shooting for.

No bra for me ... no panties or thongs for either of us ...

"Put everything on, my lovelies," Maggie giggled. "Time for fun and games."

Daisy squealed, "Reeeaaaalllly, Mama???!!!"

"Really, sweetie," Maggie giggled.

(Just so you'll know: To Daisy, Maggie is "Mama" and I'm "Mommy". Is that
too fucking cute for words, or what?)

The makeup Maggie chose for us both of was, to say the very least,
ultra-dark and slutty ... fit for a whorehouse bedroom.

Maggie hooked huge gold hoops in Daisy's pierced ears, and silver and
turquoise shoulder-brushing earrings in mine. Neither set was the real
deal. We both wore big and gaudy fake pearl necklaces, and knock-off Rolex
watches. As fine as the jewelry is Maggie gives us, she would NEVER send us
out in this cheap trash unless this was a game.

I guess I need to mention the knock-off Hilde Palladino handbags, as well.

Maggie slipped my engagement ring and wedding band off just like she had
when I went out with Thomas.

Then she ushered us to her Jag, and as always opened the passenger-side
door for us. Daisy scrambled into the back, flashing her bare peepee. I sat
in the front, and my skirt rode up above my stocking tops when I crossed my
legs.

Daisy is as pleasantly submissive to Maggie as I am. I want you to know
that. Well, most of time she is, but Daisy can be as stubborn as any 12
year old girl would be.

She'll definitely get her chance to play the dominant role. It won't be
long before she's leading her boyfriends around by the nose. Whoever the
lucky schoolboy is who gets in her sweet fuck hole will be as whipped as
anyone you've ever known. Take my word for it.

But where THE HELL were we going dressed like this?

Maggie drove us to a rather seedy part of town, then pulled over at a dark
street corner.

You know how the games are played: "Hookers," she said.

Well, I sort of had that figured out.

"Maggie, is this safe?" I asked.

"Of course, darling!" she replied. "Would I put my wife and daughter out on
an unsafe street corner?"

Then she giggled, "You're `Johns' will be here in 30 seconds; just as soon
as I round the corner. Now, out my sweeties!"

I've trusted Maggie explicitly since the night she turned me into
Christy. I wouldn't stop now. So we got out.

A car would be pulling up soon to take Daisy and me to safety, right? Then
the occupants – our make-believe Johns – would fuck us after we'd
suck their cocks. I hoped they'd take us to a nice house or luxury
hotel. Maybe to dinner – we hadn't eaten yet. Yeah, they would do that
for us.

We watched as the Jag's taillights disappeared around the corner. The
seconds ticked off for what seemed like an eternity, then a car pulled up
...

... a car with flashing red and blue lights. We heard the "yip yip" of the
siren.

A spotlight was turned on, blinding me – all I could make out was the
outline of the police car. Still, I searched helplessly for Maggie's
Jag. Nowhere to be seen ...

I pulled Daisy close to me.

Oh, fuck! I really don't think that this is what Maggie had planned for us.

Chapter 3

The police car pulled to the curb and two MASSIVE cops got out holding
five-cell flashlights. At least their guns were holstered.

"Well, well," said the biggest – easily 6'6", 250 pounds and
ripped. "What have we here, Gus?"

Gus – at least 6'4", 230 pounds and just as muscle-bound – replied:
"What we have here are two underage whores on the stroll, Leon."

So we have Gus and Leon – two giant policemen – hovering over us. The
two could have been brothers they looked so much alike – close cropped
blond hair, square jaws, athletic. Maybe in any other situation, I'd even
say they were handsome. But this was most definitely not "any other
situation"!

I was terrified, but Daisy seemed calm. Did she fully understand what was
happening? We were about to be arrested and taken to jail!

"Look," I said NOT-so-calmly, "we're aren't whores. This is a game and in
five minutes, a car will pull up to prove it."

"Bullshit," said Leon. "What we'll have is a car pulling up with your
sleazy Johns in it."

"Seriously. It's a game!" I screamed.

Gus butted in: "Your Johns will find an empty street corner, ladies. Get in
the car!"

I looked in my knock-off purse for my ID and cellphone. NOTHING was
inside. Where were they???!!!

Leon said: "We're not interested in your Johns. We're interested in you!"

"But wait," I replied. "At least call my wife. She'll explain everything."

The two burst out laughing.

"Right," said Gus. "Your WIFE???!!! Bullshit. Maybe your pimp. Get you
sweet asses in the car. NOW!"

"Please don't arrest us and take us to jail, officers," Daisy
said. "Please!"

Leon laughed again, saying: "Who said anything about arresting you and
throwing you in jail? Now GET IN THE CAR!"

Then it was Gus's turn: "We know what to do with two sluts with asses as
fine as yours."

I begged them not to hurt us, wherever they were taking us.

Then my pleas turned to rage: "I'll fucking kill you if you hurt my
daughter!" I screamed. "And I'll set your balls on fire before I cut them
off"!

"Ah, threatening a police officer," Leon laughed. "We should throw you two
in jail just for that. Do you know what the whores already in jail would do
to pretty young things like you?"

I did.

"You said this" – Gus smiled, pointing at Daisy – "is your daughter?
That's bullshit, too. You'd have to be about 10 years old when you had
her."

I tried to explain that she was adopted and I was really 23, but they were
having none of it. So Daisy and I reluctantly got in the backseat of the
cruiser, the door slammed and there was no way to get out. There were NO
doorhandles.

Chapter 4

"Look ladies," Gus said as we pulled away. "Here's the deal: You do what we
want, when we say do it, and not a single hair on your pretty little heads
will be harmed."

Leon added: "And that starts with you keeping your fucking mouths shut! But
before you shut the fuck up what are your names?"

I took a deep breath and said, "I'm Christy, and this really is my daughter
Daisy, you dickheads!"

"Keep it up," warned Gus. "Say one more word, and you'll be looking at the
insides of a jail cell; one with the biggest baddest bitches in this town
in it."

I reached over, grabbed Daisy's hand and squeezed. But she looked calm. How
was she so calm? How?

We drove for 15 or 20 minutes then pulled into the parking lot of a
reasonably nice hotel. The two monsters got out and opened the doors for
us.

"Same rules," said Gus. "One word and you're in jail."

They led us into the lobby and both behemoths nodded to the night manager,
who just smiled. I suspected they'd done this before. We were ushered up
two flights of stairs to a room – our heels clicking and clacking –
then one cop inserted a key in the lock. I was too scared to begin to tell
you which one it was.

They firmly guided us through the door.

The room was surprisingly clean and brightly lit. There were fluffy
comforters on the beds; thick drapes on the widows; the carpet still showed
the evidence of a recent vacuuming. The room's temperature was very
comfortable. Where the hell were we?

As Christopher, I'd been in my share of cheap hotel rooms and they all
reeked of air freshener covering up god knows what. But there was a very
pleasant scent in the room. And then I recognized what it was –
fresh-cut yellow roses in a vase. And there must have been two dozen off
them! Again, WHERE THE HELL WERE WE?

"Sit on the left sides of beds, ladies," Leon demanded. "Heels on the
floor, legs spread."

I took the bed nearest the door. Would this give me a chance to make a
break for it? Then I answered my own question: No! I would not take that
chance and leave Sweet Daisy alone! I wouldn't, even if I could get away
from these two bullies. My back was to Daisy ... not a chance in hell I
would leave her here.

Leon – again, the biggest one – unzipped his pants, moved between my
spread thighs and freed a cock that did justice to his size and weight. At
least nine inches. I heard Gus's zipper being pulled down, and I knew Daisy
was eye to eye with another big dick.

"Suck," Leon ordered. "And make it good!"

What choice did I have? I made it good. Maybe that would be enough to for
them to let us go after they came.

I slowly kissed the purple cockhead, then worked my tongue around
it. Kissing ... tonguing ... kissing. I took my hands and pointed the cock
upward so I could use my tongue to tease the inverted "V" on the underside
of the head. Then I licked up and down the shaft before taking as much of
Leon's huge cock in my mouth as I could. It hit the back of my throat. I
started to suck slowly.

I could hear slurping sounds behind me and I knew Daisy was doing the same
thing to Gus's cock.

"Hey, Gus! Is the little bitch as good as mine?" Leon laughed.

I took my mouth off Leon's cock and screamed, "Call her a bitch one more
time, and I'll bite your fucking dick off, you asshole!"

"Whoa! Calm down," he said. "No need for that, honey. Besides, it sounds
like she's enjoying it."

It did. It really did. And so was I. Damn it! I WAS!

Chapter 5

"Leon!" Gus moaned. "I'm close to getting my rocks off. Want to swap? This
little bi ... uh, young lady is a pro."

Leon replied: "So's this one. They're both sluts. They're both
whores. They're both skanks, even though the look damn good. Yeah, let's
swap."

Then he pulled out of my mouth and said sarcastically, "Sorry to call yous
girls whores."

Yeah, he said "yous" instead of "you". What a couple of rednecks. But we
were pretty much at their mercy.

So they swapped, and as they were both again getting close to coming, Gus
said mockingly: "Okay, laaadiiieees! Off with the clothes!"

This is what scared me the most – these two clownish monsters would
discover we were special and go back on their promise not to hurt us. I
turned to look at Daisy, shaking with fear. But again, she was AMAZINGLY
calm. She actually smiled at me and mouthed, "It's okay, Mommy."

We stood and began stripping off our slutty clothes while the two assholes
quickly shucked out of their uniforms.

After I was down to my garterbelt, stockings and heels, I moved around the
bed to Daisy. Oh, god no! The tug of my garterbelt straps felt soooo good
as I moved to her.

Daisy was only wearing her bow-topped thigh-highs and stilettos now. She
looked so small, and I'm sure I did, too. As we stood, I wrapped her in my
arms.

The beasts looked straight at our thingys. Our stiffies! Why did we have
stiffies? Were we simply accepting this? Or worse – wanting it?

"Wow, Gus! Would you look at that! Special girls!" Leon laughed.

"You know what they remind me of?" asked Gus. "The `Special Lolitas' we
like to look at, but they're even hotter. I hear special girls have fuck
holes tighter and better than pussies!"

"We DO, you asswipe!" I screamed. "We fucking do!"

WHY did I say that? WHY???!!! All I was doing was inviting them to see for
themselves. That's not at all what I meant, but the damage was done! "Oh,
shit!" my mind screamed. Did I want them to see for themselves? Did I?

"Okay, hot stuff," Leon said to me. "Prove it! And if your fuck holes
aren't better than pussy, off to jail you go. Which one do you want, Gus?"

"Well, they're both fine. I don't think I could go wrong with either. Let's
flip. Heads I get the teen, tails I get the little girl."

And those two turds actually flipped! Leon with his nine inches got me. But
I couldn't help it – I looked at Gus's cock. Seven inches. Thank god!
Leon might have split Daisy in two!

I licked my lips at the thought of sucking that thing then having it buried
in me. I couldn't help it! I fucking licked my lips!

Knowing what our fates were, Daisy and I laid on our backs and spread our
legs. As scared as I was, my peeny remained rock hard. I looked over at my
little flower and she was hard as well. Again the thought hit: Did we
actually want this? DID WE???!!!

Chapter 6

In mere moments, I felt the head of Leon's log press against my anal
ring. My little pink star winked, then opened. As always, when his cockhead
cleared my sphincter, I cried out in pain.

Daisy took the head of Gus's dick in her, and she bit her bottom lip,
fighting back against her pain. I'd seen Daisy take seven inches at the
Daddy/Daughter party, almost with ease. But her natural reaction was just
like mine – until the cockhead clears the tightness of the outer ring,
it hurts.

Gus and Leon began to slowly fuck us. Oh, no! It felt soooo GOOD! I
couldn't help it – I began to fuck back. Why was this feeling so great?
I was being raped ... or was I? Deep down inside, did I want this?

"Leon!" moaned Gus. "I can feel this little thing's fuck-chute tightening
and loosening when I slam against her then pull my cock out. She's enjoying
this!"

"So's mine," Leon croaked. "And she was right – it's better than pussy!"

As Daisy and I synched with their thrusts, both of us fucked back
harder. You could easily hear four people breathing hard ... sweating
... moaning.

I lost control. "Fuck me, Leon! Fuck me!" I screamed. "Slam your big cock
in me!"

I squealed loudly as an orgasm gripped me. I wrapped by legs around Leon,
pulling him in deep. Lost in my pleasure, I still managed to look over at
Daisy, and she'd lifted her calves onto Gus's shoulders. Her little red
stilettos were pointing straight up.

Another orgasm rocked me, and I screamed until the spasms stopped. Then
Leon exploded in me, and his cum squirted out of my fuck hole.

The two giants rolled off of us, and we laid there trying to catch our
collective breaths. Leon moved onto his side and wrapped his arms around my
waist. And damn it all to hell, I rolled over on my side to face him. I
wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled me closer. His lips pressed
against mine and I opened my lips, inviting his tongue in. Why??? Why???
Why???

My back was to Gus and Daisy, but I could hear their sloppy wet kisses.

Okay, I admit it: I enjoyed having my pooper filed with Leon's cock and
cum. I did!

Then I heard the words: "Let's switch." And holy fucking shit, I was the
one who said it!

Chapter 7

This time, Daisy and I turned over and dropped our chests to the soft
comforters, raised our asses, then reached around and pulled our
butt-cracks apart. Gus and Leo entered us, and we both moaned in
pleasure. Because she'd already been stretched, my little angel was able to
take Leon's full nine inches.

Then after we'd been pounded and filled with cum again – after Daisy and
I had had two more orgasms – we repeated the hugging and kissing.

After the two cops erected for the third time, Daisy and I straddled them,
placing our hands on their chests for leverage. We both flung our heads and
hair back and began to hump. Two more orgasms for us ... then a flood of
cum from Gus and Leon.

As we caught our breaths again, the two giants spooned us. I was about to
fall asleep when I heard a key in the lock and the door being opened.

In walked Maggie and Thomas.

"Surprise, darling!" Maggie said to me. "Did you have fun?"

Then I heard Daisy giggle, "Oh, she did, Mama! But she took up for me all
night!!! She said she'd set there balls on fire then cut them off if they
hurt me!"

How can you not love that child?

"This is why you were so calm through all of this?" I asked Daisy. "You
were in on it?"

She replied, "Yup, Mommy."

Chapter 8

How the hell did Maggie set all this up so perfectly? There were SO many
people involved. Where did she get the police car? Where did she get the
uniforms? Well, I'd ask, but I really didn't care at the moment.

It turns out, Gus and Leon really are brothers. But they're actually
Thomas's sons – Thomas, Jr. (Tom), and Troy. And it also turns out
–obviously – they have the same taste in special girls as Thomas
does. Like father, like sons.

"Okay, `Leeeoooon'," I giggled. "Do you really say `yous'?"

"I guess you'll just have to go out with me again to find out, huh?" he
replied.

"I will," I said. "But only if Daisy comes along with `Gus'."

No argument from anybody in the room ...

Then Troy said: "I hope our nasty insults and language didn't hurt your
feelings too much. We know you're ladies."

"It did, you asshole!" I laughed. "But it was an adrenalin RUSH!"

Maggie opened a suitcase with two sets of more appropriate clothes: For
Sweet Daisy, a VERY short pleated khaki miniskirt, pink singlet and pink
four-inch pumps. A just-as-short black cocktail dress for me with strappy
five-inch stiletto sandals, along with a black-lace garterbelt and sheer
black stockings.

And two pair of panties, believe it or not! Flowered cotton for my little
girl. Black-lace French-cut for me.

Maggie handed me a makeup kit and Daisy and I went into the bathroom. We
peed and pooped out as much cum as we could, then showered together. We
washed the whore makeup off, and took turns applying the lighter makeup we
almost always wear.

When we were dressed and back into the room, Thomas popped the cork on a
bottle of chilled champagne. Maggie handed everyone glasses, including
Daisy.

"A toast to two beautiful young ladies," Thomas said.

"And to your handsome sons," added Maggie.

Will the surprises never end?

Well, no. Not yet, anyway.

"So, who sent the roses?" I asked.

Maggie said: "A dozen each from Tom and Troy." By then, Maggie had taken
them out of the vase and placed them in ribbon-wrapped boxes for us to take
home.

"Who's hungry?" asked Thomas.

"All of us!" Daisy squeaked. "Let's go for spaghetti and meat balls!"

And we sort of did. We all piled into Thomas's full-sized Benz and he drove
us to the ritziest and most expensive Italian restaurant in town.

Waiting at our table were – oh, my gosh! – Marnie, David and Mistress
Kathy.

"Maggie," I giggled as we sat after the men held our chairs for us, "can
you come up with a game to top this?"

"What do you think?" she replied

Do I really have to answer that?


Okay, gentle readers. Got ideas for more games? Send them to me if you do:
lovepinkpumps@excite.com