This little fantasy kicks off G-Man's second 50 stories with a tale of happy sissies enjoying their sissiness. Still my favorite kind of story.

 

One Fine Day

by Gingerfred Man

 

Chapter One – Anticipation

Tommy Wilson was so excited he could hardly control his sphincters. It was the Saturday that Daddy had promised to he would take Tommy to the dreamiest place on the planet – the Sissyboy World store in his hometown.

Tommy had read every word ever written on the Internet and in Sissy Beat magazine (a magazine just for teen sissies) about that wonderful place, but he never dreamed that he would be able to have his dreams come true there.

The first Sissyboy World store was opened in Fromage, Wisconsin only five years earlier by a man whose name is revered by sissyboys in America and around the world (as well as by the men who adore those sweet, little creampuffs). Nick Nickerson, founder and publisher of "Panty Boy" magazine, knew that his groundbreaking publication, with its striking pictorials of gorgeous, 18-to-20-year-old pantyboys in lingerie, both alone and "with" men, was a "comfort" to more than ten million American men. Twice each month on publication (and 30 or 40 times after), a man would lovingly open each issue's pages and relieve his tensions. Nickerson knew that nancyboys worldwide had celebrated new freedoms as "Panty Boy" brought their sexuality into the mainstream and made men practice their natural affinity for sweet sissies a bit more openly. But, philanthropist and humanist that he was, Nickerson knew that the legions of sweet, little, teenie creampuffs were an "underserved" market, so in 2007, he opened the first of what bloomed into 95 Sissyboy World stores.

Sissyboy World was an overnight, huge success. Sweet young boys were able to live their dreams during their visits to Sissyboy World. And they usually left the store resolved to live their dreams in the world we all inhabit.

All sissyboy visits were, of course, parentally supervised, usually by the sissyboy's loving Daddy. Nickerson made sure that the legal I's and T's were dotted and crossed, since the little sweeties were all under 18. How much under was up to each boy's Daddy.

Tommy had read everything about the activities and products at Sissyboy World, so he was well-prepared to make the most of his day. Tommy loved his Daddy VERY much, but he was in complete adoration of him since Daddy said they could go to the wonderful sissy store.

Daddy knew Tommy was a sissboy, of course. Goodness, everyone knew that. Even those mean boys in school who teased him all the time, then tried to get him alone so they could kiss him and rub his bottom with their rough hands.

Tommy's Mom had been very supportive of Tommy's sissiness. Since Tommy was about ten years old, she had helped him dress up in sweet, little-girl clothes. She showed him how to wear make-up and polish his nails. Mom even taught Tommy how to walk in high heels.

Now that Tommy was 13, it had become more and more difficult for the sweet boy to hide his true nature. Worse, Tommy was starting to have funny feelings. Sex feelings. Feelings that made his popsy stiff and drippy when he saw certain men and boys.

At Tommy's 13^th birthday party, Daddy gave Tommy the greatest present of all. Daddy sat Tommy on his lap and reassured him that he understood Tommy's needs, was fine with them and would help him become who he wanted to be, starting with a visit to Sissyboy World the following Saturday.

Daddy was so wonderful to Tommy. Tommy gave Daddy a big hug and a sweet kiss, right on Daddy's lips. Tommy and Daddy both blushed when that happened and Tommy's popsy got so stiff and sore that he almost experienced one of those "accidents" he had sometimes when he was asleep and his tummy stirred. He would wake up with a wet, sticky stomach and a wonderful feeling in his little balls. He knew he hadn't peed himself. It was something else. Something nice.

It had happened to him other times too. Like that time Ralph Higgins, the worst bully in Tommy's class, had Tommy alone and put his arms around him. Ralph called Tommy "Honey" and kissed him right on the lips and everything. Tommy didn't like it, but he made a sticky mess when Ralph reached into the front of Tommy's pants and rubbed Tommy's peeny while he insisted his kisses on him. When Tommy started crying, Ralph got scared and left.

So much to think about and worry about.

But not then. Tommy was only thinking about his wonderful day with Daddy on Saturday at Sissyboy World.

 

Chapter Two – Sissy's Welcome

Henry Moore loved his work. It had cost him his marriage, but what did he care? His wife couldn't accept the idea that Henry should leave his six-figure job to become a "greeter" at Sissyboy World for ten dollars an hour. Plus considerations.

The considerations were so fantastic that Henry would have done the job for free, but please don't tell, his boss that.

Forty-eight-year-old Henry "processed" young sissyboys new to Sissyboy World. He asked them questions, filled out some forms, performed some "tests" and helped orient then to the kinds of services available to them at the sissy mecca.

Henry already knew it would be a good day that Saturday as the doors opened at 9 a.m. The first two people in line were Tommy Wilson and his nice, handsome Daddy. Oh, yes. It would be a good day.

As the senior "greeter" of the seven on duty that day, Henry had his pick of the first-timers. He saw in Tommy what he knew to be the perfect combination. Tommy was sweet, pretty and oh-so-innocent. And he was still wearing boys' clothes, a well-known requirement for first timers. The little dolls in the "regulars" line were all in their sissy frillies, with stockings and heels and miniskirts, or party dresses with petticoats and Mary Janes. They were all hanging onto the arms of their Daddies or, perhaps, someone else's Daddy.

The new sissies that day were a cute bunch. They always were. But Henry spotted Tommy as a special sweetheart.

Tommy was almost peeing his panties with anticipation. As they were directed when Daddy made the reservation, Tommy was wearing boy clothes, except for pink, cotton panties and frilly, white, anklet socks.

Tommy knew that he would be losing his boy clothes soon, and he couldn't wait. He just knew he would look like a princess in the wonderful outfit Daddy had reserved for him. They picked it out together from the Internet catalog as Tommy sat on Daddy's lap, hugging and kissing Daddy with excitement.

Henry let Tommy and Mr. Wilson in as the door opened. Other greeters maintained order as Henry led the Wilsons to a screening room.

It was a comfortably furnished office with just three chairs and no desk. They all took a seat and Henry began.

"It's wonderful to bring you nice people into the Sissyboy World family," he said. "I'll just get your credit card particulars and some basic information and then we can begin your wonderful day."

That all took about five minutes. Henry noticed that Tommy was a wiggler in his seat. That was a good sign.

Henry said, "I think that will get us started." Then he got up and pushed a button on the wall. "I just summoned Donna, Mr. Wilson. She'll be your guide while Tommy's getting dressed up like the sweet, little, feminine angel he is. We'll reunite you in about two hours, then you can spend the rest of the day together."

Tommy was OK with that, but Mr. Wilson was a little reluctant to leave Tommy. Until he saw Donna.

Donna's entrance was like a blinding flash of light. She was a late teen, insanely, totally gorgeous, and she dripped sex. Donna's long, straight, brunette hair framed a face that would enflame the celibate. Her legs were shapely marvels, long and encased in silky, black stockings and enhanced by five-inch, pencil-heeled mules. Her smile was nuclear.

All she said was, "This way, please, Mr. Wilson," Tommy's Daddy followed. Who could blame the overmatched man? He did manage to say, "I'll see you later, Honey," to Tommy as Daddy followed the trail of pheromones.

And Tommy was alone with Henry.

Henry could see that Tommy was feeling a bit abandoned by his Daddy's departure. And maybe a little jealous about that Donna and his Daddy. So Henry tried to make him feel at ease. "Everyone here wants to make you happy, Sweetheart, especially me. Now I need to ask you things and test things that I couldn't have asked you in front of your Daddy and then we'll get you dressed, OK?"

Tommy nodded.

"All right, Honey. Would you like to sit on my lap while I ask you things?"

Tommy thought about it a moment and nodded. Henry was a nice man and he worked for Sissyboy World. He had to be all right.

"That's lovely, Sweetheart," Henry said. "Now just strip to your pink panties and white frilly socks for me, won't you?"

That worried Tommy just a little. Henry was used to that reaction, though, and said, "You did wear them, didn't you? That was a requirement. I suppose I can find some for you…."

Suddenly, Tommy became eager to undress. To prove he had followed instructions.

Henry adored watching him disrobe. Tommy was an angel fallen to earth. His pink, girlish body would fill a pretty dress to perfection. His little, panty-covered bottom would be a favorite for many boys and men for years to come. And, thank goodness, his little peener was stiff and poking his panties. Tommy liked being half naked in front of a man.

Tommy blushed all over when he saw the way Henry was looking at him. Though he knew he was beautiful, Tommy had never let a man, even Daddy, see this much of him. He was a little embarrassed that his stiffie wouldn't go down. But what could he do? The thing had a mind of its own. And it was so exciting to make a man get a stiffie like that obvious one in Henry's pants.

Tommy hesitated just a moment, then sat in Mr. Moore's lap.

Henry sighed with pleasure. He breathed in Tommy's angelic perfume. They all wear perfume, he thought idly. And they're all stiff and drippy in a man's arms.

"I'm going to ask you some really personal questions, and you're going to be 100% honest with me, OK, Tommy?"

Tommy nodded and shuddered a little. It was very exciting already.

"First, do you have a girl name?" Henry rubbed the backs of the fingers of his right hand against Tommy's tummy as he said that.

Tommy shivered a little under the nice man's touch. "Yes, Mr. Moore."

Henry ran his fingertips along the top of Tommy's right thigh as he asked, "What is it, Babydoll?"

Tommy gasped. "Mary Elizabeth." The poor little cherub was very excited.

"Does anyone know that name?" Henry asked as he ran his fingers along the inside of Tommy's left thigh.

Tommy quivered, "No one knows. But you can call me that if you like."

Henry was already having a good day. "OK, Mary Elizabeth. Thank you so much. Has a boy or a man ever kissed you?" He kept rubbing Mary Elizabeth's thigh.

Mary Elizabeth blushed. He didn't want to answer, but he did. "A bad boy at school. I didn't want him to. He forced me."

That made Henry angry. No one should force this angel to do anything. He asked, "May I kiss you, Mary Elizabeth?" He rubbed Mary Elizabeth's back, just above his panties.

Mary Elizabeth whimpered with desire. "OK," he said. "But don't hurt me."

"Oh, my Darling. I could never hurt you. I want to kiss you very much. Thank you for letting me."

Then, very softly, Henry touched his lips to Mary Elizabeth's.

Wow!

Mary Elizabeth saw stars.

So did Henry.

Mary Elizabeth's first real kiss. Not a forced one from a mean bully. It was so wonderful.

Mary Elizabeth kissed the nice man a second time and even gave him a little tongue, just as they did in those naughty stories he wasn't supposed to read, but did anyway. That made it extra nice.

Henry was in paradise. This beautiful doll was surrendering to him completely. Henry had definite limits on how far he would go on the sweet baby's first visit. Limits that he had to observe or be fired – a catastrophe!!! But what he was allowed to do made him very, very happy.

Henry broke the kiss. "Oh, you kiss like an angel, Mary Elizabeth! You're the prettiest, sweetest little sissy we've ever had through here."

Was that true? Maybe. It was close enough, anyway, and it made Mary Elizabeth blush with the praise. And made the sissy princess even more "cooperative."

Mary Elizabeth smiled. The little powderpuff's teeth would look so good taking little love bites on the head of Henry's cock, the man thought. But that was way over the line.

Henry looked deeply into Mary Elizabeth's lovely eyes, then said, "Darling, I have to perform a couple of 'responsiveness' tests on you. They're standard procedure here. You can ask any of the other little pansies you meet today or on another visit. Do you trust me?"

Mary Elizabeth held his head down and looked up at Henry through his inch-long, lush eyelashes. He bit his bottom lip and slowly nodded. You can't teach a heart-stopping, ball-draining look like that, Henry thought. It has to be natural.

"Good," Henry said. "I need to test the sensitivity of certain parts of your body. For our records. I won't hurt you. In fact, I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy it all a lot, OK?"

That shy, sweet submission again. That alone almost made Henry cream his boxers.

Henry smelled the sissyboy's delicious perfume and the smell of his soap-scrubbed skin. Then he reached into Mary Elizabeth's cotton panties and touched his teeny pricklet. Mary Elizabeth gasped and wiggled his perfect bottom against Henry's thigh. Henry knew how to make a sissy's privates throb with pleasure. He asked Mary Elizabeth to stand, then gently eased his panties down, just below the bottom of the angel's delightful, pink, wrinkled bag. Helen held the little sack with the tips of his fingers, then stirred them gently as he praised their beauty.

"Perfect little pearls," he said to a very excited Mary Elizabeth. "Hard and ready to make cream for a lucky man."

Henry massaged the tiny spheres with just the pads of the fingertips of his right hand. With his left hand, he began to work the thick hood of skin off the head of Mary Elizabeth's vertical, four-inch jewel.

The poor sissy's senses were on overload. Never in his life had he enjoyed anything half as much. The man's gentleness and obvious affection for Mary Elizabeth multiplied the pleasure.

"Has your Daddy ever done this for you, Honey?" Henry asked the little creampuff.

Mary Elizabeth couldn't speak. He was too aroused. He shook his head "no," but then an image formed in the sissy's mind, a powerful, delicious image. In Mary Elizabeth's mind, Daddy was the one tickling the dollbaby's tee tees and skinning his little jewel. Daddy was loving him, making him about to do what he had to do.

Mary Elizabeth didn't know if what he did next was the right thing to do, but the little doll was powerless to stop it. He squealed loudly, then groaned and began to frantically release all his sticky, girlish cream. Big globs of it, into the air and all over the floor.

It was the greatest moment of Mary Elizabeth's life. A nice man had made him cum his gooies. And it was only 9:20!

The man seemed as pleased as Mary Elizabeth was. He kissed the sissyboy lovingly, right on the lips and said, "You need a man to do that for you several times each day, Honey. For health reasons, even if for no other reasons. I'll speak to your Daddy. He could do it or maybe an uncle or a favorite teacher.

"Unnnhhhh," Mary Elizabeth groaned as he thought of sitting on Uncle Frank's lap as his favorite uncle held him and tickled Mary Elizabeth's privates the way Henry did. Ohhhhh. Then he thought of Mr. Murphy, the nicest, hunkiest teacher in the world, kissing Mary Elizabeth and skinning the sissy's foreskin up and down slowly, over the sweet, pink, tender head of his little sissy wee. And all the men who Mary Elizabeth knew and he was sure would want to milk him. Even <gasp> Daddy!

His little pricklet twitched and blood began to fill it once again.

Henry kissed Mary Elizabeth, slipping his manly tongue deeply into the little dear's hungry mouth. It was no surprise when the sissyboy's little lovestick got all hard and drippy again.

"I have other ways to suggest that the men in your life could make you happy," Henry said. "May I show you?"

Mary Elizabeth's heart leaped. "Yes, please," he said shyly.

A delightful sissy, Henry thought. Most of them are, but this one was a cut above.

The nice man took a little tube and squeezed a glob of its slick contents onto the pad of his right, middle finger. He asked Mary Elizabeth to stand facing away from him and to just relax.

Mary Elizabeth bent his arms at the elbow and pointed his little sissy fists up. He knew something very nice was going to happen, but even he didn't know how nice.

The cutie pie felt Henry's lips on his bottom! Kissing his bottom cheeks. Ohhhhhh. Then the man stopped doing that and reached around Mary Elizabeth's hip with his left hand. He gently massaged Mary Elizabeth's popsy with that left hand, causing Mary Elizabeth to focus on that intense pleasure. Mary Elizabeth loved those feelings, but knew more was imminent. Then it happened.

Henry used his right hand to gently part the lower regions of the plump, pink cheeks of Mary Elizabeth's bottom. Mary Elizabeth gasped, already in some distress from the exquisite motions of Henry's hand on his little peeny.

Mary Elizabeth could have seen it coming, but he was still surprised when the man's lubricated middle finger reached its objective – the sweet girlieboy's anal ring. Henry didn't even try to enter the divine territory. He merely rubbed the outside of the ring gently, but mercilessly with his slick fingertip. Mary Elizabeth's eyes widened. He looked over his shoulder and his long, lovely lashes batted at the wonderful man who was taking the little lovebunny on a guided tour of heaven.

Feeling naughty, Henry used the fingertip to enter Mary Elizabeth's bottom, though only to the depth of his fingernail. That did the lovable boygirl in.

Mary Elizabeth began to shudder and whimper. Then he felt his little balls overload and erupt. The pleasure consumed him as his perfect bottom contracted on Henry's fingertip and his penis juices flew into Henry's caressing hand. Mary Elizabeth gave the sweetest little scream as he dumped his guts. Was there really such pleasure in our world?

Henry wiggled his fingertip all around its vise-like enclosure. Simultaneously, he tried to catch as much of the beautiful nancyboy's juices in his hand as he could.

When the sissy's spermstorm was spent, the naked-but-for-his-frilly-socks angel threw himself into Henry's arms, smothering the man with the kisses that made Henry's job better than Li'l Abner's one-time gig as a mattress tester.

Henry was so occupied, he almost forgot to lick the delicious sissygoo from his hand. Mmmmm. Henry also, at the first opportunity, licked the fingertip that had been the first visitor to Mary Elizabeth's virginal pussy. A musky taste, but yummy!!!

Mary Elizabeth blushed when he saw how much Henry enjoyed the his sissy juices. Men were crazy about sissies and Mary Elizabeth was seeing the first evidence for himself.

The doll blushed again, when, between grateful kisses, he asked Henry if he could relieve some of that nice man's obvious pain.

Yes, Mary Elizabeth was a keeper, Henry said to himself.

"Let me sit and you sit on my left thigh, Sweetheart," Henry said. "I'll show you my cock and you can milk me, but only because you were kind enough to offer. You'll find that just about any man in the world will want to milk you, but milking them in return is an act of kindness the men will never forget. You're as close to perfect as any sissy who ever came through here."

Mary Elizabeth blushed at the praise. Then he gasped when he saw the big, manly thing Henry extracted from his pants. The doll opened his mouth in surprise! Were all men's things big and hairy and leaking goo like that one? And his balls! Each one was more than twice as big as Mary Elizabeth's whole pink bag!

Mary Elizabeth was trembling with excitement. He used his left hand to cover his pretty face in shame as he put the tiny fingers of his right hand on the shaft. Henry groaned with pleasure. His was the first cock this feminine masterpiece had ever touched. On second thought, Henry WOULD do this job for free.

Mary Elizabeth's feather fingers explored the vast territory of the man's rammer. The dollbaby ran a girlish fingertip along a thick, blue vein on the monster's right side. Henry groaned with lust. Mary Elizabeth trailed another pretty finger all around the slick perimeter of the man's plum-sized cockhead, watching shyly, but intently as the nice man's "business" throbbed. Mary Elizabeth kissed Henry and gave him his delicious sissy tongue. The pretty boy was in heaven. So was Henry.

Poor Henry wanted things to go on forever, but there was an agenda to be followed. So he didn't try to hold back his orgasm. Henry was startled by its intensity when it arrived. He noted with pleasure how Mary Elizabeth's baby blue eyes got wide as Henry blasted the air with huge, thick cummy ropes. He saw the pretty boy blush when he licked a little portion of Henry's cum from his delicate fingers.

According to protocol. Henry had to get Mary Elizabeth moving to the prettying station in about ten minutes. That was just enough time to show Mary Elizabeth one more little procedure the dollbaby might want to suggest to the legions of men who would be eager to milk him.

First Henry kissed Mary Elizabeth and thanked him for the exquisite treat he had just given him.

"Thank you too, sir," Mary Elizabeth said. "It was a joy."

Oh my. The angel was still on Henry's lap. "You'll need to get dressed soon, Sweetheart," Henry said. "But I want to show you something else your milkers can do for you that won't be too naughty for a relative to share with his sissy."

What could it be? Mary Elizabeth wondered.

Henry bent over and placed a sweet kiss on Mary Elizabeth's puffy, perfect right nipple.

Mary Elizabeth screamed! A jillion volts of electricity through his girlish body couldn't have slammed into Mary Elizabeth any harder. Henry kept kissing and licking Mary Elizabeth's…………..oh. He was sucking the little nubber, licking it with his tongue and his right hand had encircled Mary Elizabeth's penis and "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Mary Elizabeth's balls erupted and the lava gushed out. He was sobbing from the impact of a five-star cum and the surprise that a man's lips on his nipples could thrust him into sweet agony.

Mary Elizabeth had just experienced the 30 most thrilling moments of his life.

He hated to leave Henry, but knew that other delights awaited him that day. And in the days to come.

A tear came to Henry's eye as he kissed Mary Elizabeth goodbye, licking the angel's cum from his fingers as he sighed sadly. Oh, well, he thought. Let's see who else is out there looking for a "welcome."

 

Chapter Three – Daddy's Welcome

Mr. Wilson wanted to worry about Tommy, alone with that man in the other room. But he had the scent of the lovely Donna up his nose and a man has priorities.

Donna led an entranced Mr. Wilson to another "screening room," though this one had only a couch, a wide-screen TV with VCR, and a small refrigerator.

He couldn't take his eyes off her legs. And her bottom. Nobody wore shoes that sexy anymore. Or had legs that sexy. His wife would murder him if she knew what he was thinking.

Donna gave him a look that said, "I know what you're thinking," and that made the nice man blush.

Her facial beauty was even more powerful than her drop-dead-gorgeous body. Why wasn't there more air in the room?

Someone had to be the grown-up, so Donna assumed the role. She asked Mr. Wilson to be seated on the couch. Then she wiggled over to the TV. "We're very glad you're with us today, Mr. Wilson. Most Daddies who bring their sissies here for the first time need to know some things about their little angels that will make the creampuffs happy and healthy. So we show new Daddies a video produced by the ASMA (American Sissy Medical Association) that shows some medical facts in an appealing fashion. May I get you coffee or a cold drink before we start?"

Mr. Wilson had heard maybe every third word "Most…bring…here…first…to…things…"

Was he drooling? He hoped not. But he couldn't stop if he were.

Donna smiled again. Was she trying to kill him? Men his age (37) can't take too much stimulation.

She started the video, then wiggled over and sat right next to him on the couch. Touching! That whole couch and she sat against him!!! Oh my. He could smell her perfume and feel her body heat. His poor cock was outrageous!

Then, shockeroo, she turned to him, kissed him right on the lips, then said, "Be a good boy and pay attention to the video. If you do, I'll give you a very nice reward."

Why weren't there more stores like this one?

Obediently, Mr. Wilson and his cock watched the video.

It was called "The Good Daddy" and it opened with a shot of an achingly pretty panty boy sleeping like an angel. He was wearing a filmy, pink nightie through which we could see his pert, erect little nipples. Suddenly, the sweetheart's eyes opened. They were blue and full of sweetness and love. The lashes were long and fluttering as we saw the camera slowly pull back to expand its view. The panty boy smiled and said "Good morning, Daddy!"

There, sitting on the pretty boy's bed, we saw a good-looking, 40-something man. He had raised his sissy's nightie to expose the boy's sweet skin up to his belly button. Slowly, lovingly, the Daddy was stroking the little sissycock to an eye-opening orgasm.

Both sissy and Daddy were having a wonderful time. The angel scrunched his pretty face. Then he cried out, "I love you Daddy!" and his little pink bag ejected big strands of lovely sissy cream. All over the nightie, sissy's tummy and Daddy's hand.

Daddy leaned over and kissed the sissy on his lips. Sissy threw his arms around Daddy and gave him a big dose of tongue.

Poor Mr. Wilson's cock was about to burst, which would be mortifying in front of the world-class babe rubbing her body against him.

Once again, Donna took the lead. She stopped the video for a moment then said, "It's really important that you learn the material in the movie, sir. Maybe if I relieved your tensions a bit, you could concentrate more."

What did she mean? Could Mr. Wilson be any more embarrassed?

All those thoughts evaporated when Donna pulled down Mr. Wilson's zipper and extracted his cock.

That almost made him cum. The shame if he had!

But it did get his attention.

"Oh, Mr. Wilson!" Donna said. "That's a beautiful cock. And you're so handsome. Could I suck it for you and <blush> swallow your manly cream?"

Mr. Wilson's day had taken a turn for the better. Unable to verbalize, he nodded at Donna.

Donna squealed happily, then knelt between his legs and assaulted the already-aroused rammer with great skill and enthusiasm.

So there he was – having his cock sucked by a once-in-a-lifetime babe. Being nice to his sissy son instead of treating him like a piece of garbage was already paying off for Mr. Wilson. Other fathers may take note.

Donna knew just where the good spots were, almost as if……. Was Donna a sissy? Who cared? Mr. Wilson opened his mouth to warn Donna that he was about to cum in her mouth, but he wasn't in time. The cumstorm was a nor'easter. Yet the young beauty sucked and licked it all down, spilling not a drop.

It was the single most erotic moment of his life. That self-admission made him feel guilty, since he and his wife had had a good life and he felt he was insulting her. But facts are facts. That was a GREAT blowjob from a four-star babe.

Mr. Wilson leaned back. His chest was heaving. He looked down at a smiling, happy Donna. Now what?

"That was delicious, Daddy," Donna said.

Daddy?

"I see you're puzzled, Daddy," Donna said. "It's OK. Today's your welcome to the true sissy community. We sissies need and love our Daddies. That's right. I'm a sissy too. I'm 18 and I've been a sissy all my life. My Daddy was loving and kind and he milked me sweetly, as I needed it. We never did super-naughty things. That would be incest and we don't do that. We sissies do love doing super-naughty things though. With 'other Daddies' like you, Daddy! Did you like doing that super-naughty thing we just did?"

Poor Mr. Wilson could only shake his head in affirmation.

Donna giggled. "I thought so. Now remember, sissies and their real Daddies never take their things into each other's mouths and never have any oral contact with the other's privates. And a real Daddy never puts his 'business' into his sissy's tight, hot, little pussy. Only his loving fingers."

Mr. Wilson's left-for-dead cock stirred at the thought of putting his "business" into Donna's tight, hot, little pussy. Donna noticed and giggled. "I know what you're thinking, Daddy, and the answer is yes. But not until you watch the rest of 'The Good Daddy' with me."

Omigosh. Did she just say he could fuck her when the movie was over? That brought Mr. Wilson to a solid half-stand.

Donna stood and shimmied down her sheer, white frilly panties. Then she stepped out of them, one luscious, high-heeled foot at a time.

"You're so handsome and manly, Daddy, that my panties were getting way too wet and tight. You can milk me as we watch the movie if you want, but you have to pay attention!"

That sounded fair enough to Daddy. More or less, you know. Fair.

Daddy sat on the left, Donna on the right. She started the film again, just as he reached under her skirt to feel a hot, stiff, rather small, but very sexy lovestick. Donna held her skirt up to give him access. Daddy realized that he hadn't touched anyone else's cock since Tony Santino and he dared each other when they were 12. This was better.

The film picked up with Daddy and sissy kissing lovingly. They broke the kiss and Daddy said, "You have to get ready for school now, Timmy. You can't be late."

Timmy gave an exquisite pouty-face and said, "But Daddy, I'll be sick later if I don't feel your fingers in my pussy this morning."

The medical facts on the matter may have been murky, but Timmy's ability to twist Daddy around his sissy finger was clear.

Timmy's eyes filled with tears and Daddy caved instantly. He handed Timmy two pillows, which Timmy placed under his sweet hips. Then Daddy kissed three fingers on his left hand and lubed them with a slick ointment. Timmy was breathing heavily with anticipation of a good fingerfucking and Donna was making very nice whimpers as Daddy Wilson stroked her lovingly.

In the film, Daddy said, "Here comes Mr. Wiggleworm."

Timmy giggled, then gasped as Daddy slid one, then two, then three fingers into the nicest-looking "pussy" Mr. Wilson had seen. For the first time, he was more interested in the movie than he was in Donna. Until Donna began squealing and cumming, just as the Timmy on the screen blew his cummies for his Daddy.

The film rolled on, but Daddy Wilson ignored it. He got on his knees between Donna's perfect legs and began to lick her cum off her privates. What possessed him? He had never tasted cum before, not even his own. But he loved it. He also loved kissing and licking Donna's lush, creamy thighs above her stocking tops. Donna seemed to be about to tell Daddy Wilson to watch more of the film, but then he took over the lead from her. Somehow, the nice man wiggled Donna into a position where, even though she was seated, his tongue had access to her pussy. Daddy was licking a panty boy's asshole. And he had never been never happier.

Donna seemed pretty happy too. She was tired of being the boss. She wanted this hunk to master her. To make her cum again and again.

Still, duty pulled strongly within Donna. Even as Daddy's tongue licked her bowels, she managed to say something approaching, "So, did you learn the lessons of the video. Daddy?"

Daddy removed his tongue for a moment, then said, "Oh, yes, Sweetheart. My sissy needs lots of milking, but no oral or anal except fingers. Of course I'm going to break all those rules with you. I think you're wet enough for me to put my thick thing in you, don't you?"

Donna groaned with satisfaction and lust. He got the messages, she thought. She must be a good teacher. Then she squealed with sissy glee as Daddy pushed his big cock into her warm, wet pussy.

This one will be very popular at Sissy World, Donna thought, as Daddy pushed and strained toward his orgasm. Very popular.

 

Chapter Four – Dressed

Mr. Moore had kept sweet Mary Elizabeth up to the very limits of his allotted time, which meant that the angel's time in the "Dress-Up Salon" would be a bit hurried. Thank goodness the monitors in the control room noted that Daddy Wilson and Donna were getting along well. Their time together was extended by 30 minutes and that gave Mary Elizabeth a full two hours of prettification.

To Mary Elizabeth, it was like being in sissy Disneyland and he was the fairy-tale princess. A platoon of hairdressers, cosmeticians, manicurists and pedicurists did their magic, though they certainly had some good basic material. And the princess who emerged to greet Daddy was the fairest of them all.

It would be a crime to describe the gorgeous Mary Elizabeth as anything other than totally feminine, so we will now use feminine pronouns for her.

The first thing that Mary Elizabeth noticed about Daddy when they were reunited, in a room filled with newly dressed sissies and their Daddies, was that he looked tired – drained almost. What had he been doing for the past two and a half hours? Oh well. He looked wonderful to Mary Elizabeth nonetheless.

The first thing that Daddy noticed about Mary Elizabeth was that the last wisps of her masculinity were gone forever. Daddy's heart ached with love and pride for his girl.

She was in the outfit they had selected together – a pink party dress with white bows and lace. Lots and lots of petticoats! Short skirts with lots of bare leg above frilly, white socks and pink, satin Mary Janes. Panties almost, but not quite, showing.

It seemed impossible after fucking Donna twice and blowing a load into her sweet mouth, but poor Daddy had another "big boy" in his pants.

He hoped Mary Elizabeth didn't notice that when they hugged and kissed. They were so happy that they were both crying a little, though neither wanted the other to see their "stiffness."

Poor Mary Elizabeth had had to endure all that terribly exciting primping without a milking and she was feeling a little woozy and very needy. She wanted to ask Daddy for a milking, but how could she?

It was so extra special when the newly trained Daddy volunteered. "Tommy, Sweetheart. They, uh, told me about your, uh, 'needs' and I want to help. Do you 'need' help now?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy. <kiss> You're so sweet and wonderful. Please milk me. And please Daddy, call me Mary Elizabeth from now on."

Daddy's heart leaped. Mary Elizabeth! A beautiful name. For a lovely girl. Whom he was going to be milking regularly. Out of medical necessity.

Daddy kissed his girl, then said, "Where can we do it, Sweetheart?"

Mary Elizabeth smiled and said, "Why right here, Daddy. Look."

And Daddy looked. In the big room with ten sissies and their Daddies, half of the little sweeties had their panties down and were gasping and panting through a vigorous, paternal milking.

Mary Elizabeth blushed. So did Daddy, but his dick got even harder and drippier.

<Gulp> "OK, Baby," sweet Daddy said. "Stand up and pull your panties down and I'll see what I can do."

Mary Elizabeth was trembling with lust as she stood in front of her seated hero, her Daddy. He sure looked nervous. And his pants sure looked lumpy. Mary Elizabeth began to realize the power she had over her Daddy. And most of the other men in the world. That made her little peeny even stiffer, which made getting her pretty panties off a little more difficult. She had to ease the little pink, cotton teasers up and over the skinned-back, oh-so-sensitive, pink head. Then down below her precious pink bag of girlish tee-tees. Hanging there so invitingly. Hungry for kisses. [Though not from Daddy, of course.]

Daddy hadn't seen Mary Elizabeth's pretty jewels since she was about six years old and learned to bathe alone. Daddy couldn't believe the funny feeling he got in his stomach from looking at that lovely set of privates. Was Daddy gay, he wondered? He had just porked the pooper of a boy dressed as a girl. Twice. Now he was looking at the penis and testicles of his own son and he was about to masturbate the child to a sticky orgasm.

Well, Daddy thought again, putting things that crassly wasn't helping things one bit. He righted his inner voice and then thought, "I'm doing this for my sweet daughter's physical and emotional health. And if I ever meet Donna again, I'm cashing in my IRA and buying her a mink. Then I'm fucking her until both our cocks fall off."

Thank goodness he was thinking rationally again.

It was a comfort to Daddy that by then, every Daddy in the room had his little princess's panties off and was playing with her pretty toys. Mary Elizabeth's goodies were exquisite – pink and girlish. Her little peelips were parted and dribbles of some very tasty-looking goo were seeping out. Daddy had seen the "Good Daddy" video and knew that he couldn't kiss those tiny lips, but, as he looked around the room, he saw plenty of gorgeous little sissies he would love to adore and devour.

Daddy was pretty sure that at Sissy World, such things were very likely to happen.

Daddy held Mary Elizabeth's precious peanuts by the fingertips of his right hand, just as Harry had. It was better with Daddy, the angel thought. She could feel Daddy's love for her pulsing through his fingers. With his other hand, Daddy gently, lovingly peeled back the creampuff's foreskin. Up and down. Back and forth. "You're the prettiest, sweetest little girl in the world, Honey," Daddy said. "And I love you with all my heart."

Daddy kept praising the babydoll's beauty, stirring her stones with one hand, and skinning her peeny with the other. She was so happy. She was so aroused. And then Daddy kissed Mary Elizabeth.

That was all she wrote, ladies and gentlemen. The frilly pretties. Daddy's love. The stimulation of nine other gasping, cumming sissies in the same room. Poor overloaded Mary Elizabeth cried out, then began to pump hot cum into the air. She squealed through a six-spurter, throwing globs of sticky sissy juice all over Daddy's loving hand and creating a messy blob on the floor.

Daddy was delighted.

Mary Elizabeth was delighted.

Daddy kissed Mary Elizabeth and said, "Anytime you need that, Sweetheart, Daddy's here for you."

Oh, life was good.

Mary Elizabeth blushed a little when she pulled her panties back on. She was still drooling a little and there would be a wet spot on her little pink teasers. She resolved to save those panties as a treasured heirloom.

Mary Elizabeth also blushed when she saw the state of poor Daddy's big Daddy thingee.

Maybe Daddy will let me help him with that later, she thought.

Daddy was thinking the same thing.

Daddy wiped his hand clean with a towel (which he saved as his keepsake), then said, "I think we're supposed to go to the store part now, Honey."

Mary Elizabeth loved shopping!

A guide led them to the biggest, most expensive sissy store in the world. There they were met by – Donna!!!

Oh my. Donna.

Mary Elizabeth giggled when she saw Daddy's reaction to Donna. He was very excited to be around her. Was she a sissy too? Had she and Daddy been kissing or something? No matter, Mary Elizabeth thought. She wanted her Daddy to be happy.

Donna smiled at Mary Elizabeth. "You look incredibly gorgeous, Sweetie," Donna said. "We'll have to take lots of pictures of you and your Daddy. And don't forget to buy the keepsake doll."

Mary Elizabeth's heart fluttered at the thought of the doll all the sissies on the Web site said was the best souvenir of the visit. It was anatomically correct and dressed in the exact outfit that the sissyboy wore that day. It had to be a good doll because it cost $500!

When they were planning their wonderful day, Daddy was a little antsy about paying that much for a doll. But now that they were having such a great time…..and Donna was selling it to Daddy…….Mary Elizabeth knew the doll was hers.

Daddy signed the credit card voucher as Mary Elizabeth unwrapped her dream dolly. She was perfect!! As promised, she had the exact outfit Mary Elizabeth was wearing, down to the pink, satin Mary Janes. Mary Elizabeth was in heaven. She threw her arms around her wonderful, generous Daddy and kissed him senseless. Suddenly, $500 didn't seem like much to the nice man.

Of course, by the time they got done buying doll clothes, sissy clothes and other sissy items (such as "anal-visitor" accessories that every sissy needs now and then), Daddy had spent close to $2,000. Mary Elizabeth suspected that if Donna weren't there, Mary Elizabeth wouldn't have gotten nearly as much loot. Was Daddy trying to impress Donna?

Donna arranged to transfer several bags of purchases to the Wilson's car while they went to the large, girlie dining room for lunch, but Mary Elizabeth hung onto her dolly. Donna kissed them both goodbye and departed. Mary Elizabeth noticed, though, that Donna had slipped Daddy a folded piece of paper and that Daddy seemed VERY happy to get it. Mary Elizabeth couldn't see what it was, but it looked like numbers. Maybe it was a receipt.

Lunch was next in a frilly room filled with sissies and Daddies. There was happy chatter in the room, along with the squeals and grunts of sissies being milked to delicious conclusions.

There were two menus, a salad-and-girlie-stuff one for the sissies and a burgers-and-fries one for the Daddies. Dolly, of course, got her own high-chair, but no food.

Mary Elizabeth and Daddy ordered. Then Daddy said, "I love your dolly. What's her name?"

Mary Elizabeth smiled broadly, then said, "Thank you, Daddy. Her name is Amanda."

"Very pretty, Sweetie," Daddy said. "Just like my girl. What do they mean about her being anatomically correct?"

"I don't know, Daddy," Mary Elizabeth said. "Let's see."

So the sissyboy lifted the dolly's petticoated skirts and saw pink, cotton panties, just like her own. Then she slowly removed the panties and saw – a little cock! And the prettiest little ball bag. She showed Daddy and they both laughed. Then Mary Elizabeth rubbed the peener and the doll moaned.

Huh?

Daddy and Mary Elizabeth were really laughing by that time.

Mary Elizabeth rubbed the peeny some more and it got stiff as iron. Then the doll spoke again, "That feels good, Daddy. Please keep doing that."

Oh, my. Mary Elizabeth rubbed some more. The doll began to gasp and pant and squeal out her love for her "Daddy." Then, wonder of wonders, the doll screamed and began to spurt what almost exactly approximated sissy cream. Goodness! No wonder it cost $500.

That was some doll.

Daddy asked to inspect the doll and Mary Elizabeth handed her over.

Daddy flipped the doll over and looked at its soft, girlish bottom. There appeared to be….no, it couldn't be. Daddy rubbed her bottom with his finger. Suddenly, his finger found an opening at the doll's anus and his finger entered her, to the depth of the first knuckle.

The doll squealed and said, "Oh, Daddy!!!!! Finger me, Daddy. Finger me. Your little girl needs it, Daddy."

Wonder of wonders yet again.

 

Daddy and Mary Elizabeth blushed a little at that "fingering' stuff. Would Daddy really do that for his sweet babydoll? Well, Daddy thought, it was in the instructional video. If "fingers in his sissy's pussy" was on TV, it must be right, eh?

Mary Elizabeth swooned a little at the thought of her Daddy's manly fingers in her secret place. She wondered if he would do that when they got home. Oh. That made her "little gentleman" get all hard again, tenting her pretty skirt as she ate her salad.

Daddy noticed.

Daddy also noticed that other sissies and daddies around the dining room were having a rollicking good time. Several of the daddies had their own "businesses" out and their angels were stroking the paternal penis to a rousing climax. Daddy's poker was being bad again when he saw that.

Daddy was particularly distracted by the sight of the only girl in the room who rivaled his Mary Elizabeth in beauty and sweetness. Her expression was three parts innocent angel and one part street hooker – the combination that, through the ages, has driven men insane with lust. She was a dark-haired beauty, with cherubic features, perfect make-up, and large, red, pouty lips. Daddy estimated her age at about 14. She was wearing a lilac party dress, with white trim and thousands of petticoats. She was sporting a lilac bonnet with a large, circular brim and a white ribbon. Unlike Mary Elizabeth, the lilac angel was wearing tan stockings on her gorgeous legs, as well as lovely, lilac sandals with a four-inch pencil heel. Her dress was so short that one could see her stocking tops and garters. Even when her panties weren't down around her ankles and her cock pointing at the sun, as it was when Daddy and she locked eyes.

The lilac doll was whimpering and gasping her way to a delightful orgasm as her Daddy, a handsome man of 40 years, was stroking her pretty peeny. Her Daddy was clearly in love with her as he kissed her sissy lips. She loved her Daddy too, as one could see by the way she was skinning the foreskin of her Daddy's monster as they kissed and grunted.

Mary Elizabeth's Daddy almost hyperventilated when lilac princess made a kissy face at Daddy from across the room, just as her little dazzler began evacuating her cream in thick globs. She squealed so loudly that almost everyone in the room looked. "Lilac's" Daddy was so affected by her ecstasy that he spurted his own thick ropes of cum high into the air and onto the floor.

Mary Elizabeth noticed the little tramp ogling her Daddy and, as women have done since the beginning of time, she stepped up to the competition. She stood up, wiggled down her pretty panties, then sat on Daddy's lap and began to kiss him with lots of tongue.

Daddy liked that a lot. He especially liked when Mary Elizabeth unzipped him and, for the first time, touched the pole that had brought her life.

Oh. Daddy's cock was so hot, it almost burned Mary Elizabeth's fingers! It was so naughty stroking Daddy's thick cock – especially in public – and Mary Elizabeth's ears burned in shame. Not so much shame that she stopped skinning Daddy's foreskin up and down. Daddy's thick, manly peelips were opening and closing so cutely and thin, sticky stuff was oozing out. Mary Elizabeth had the naughtiest thoughts – she wanted to kiss her Daddy's peelips with her glossed mouth, then take Daddy's fat pork into her mouth and down her throat. The whole thing! It would gag her! Maybe she would strangle. And it was wrong. But the thought excited her so much that she shuddered.

Daddy moaned lustfully. There was a prominent blue vein running along the right side of Daddy's monster and Mary Elizabeth's painted fingertips could feel each throb as the blood coursed through it. Daddy's cock was the most beautiful thing on earth as far as Mary Elizabeth was concerned and for that moment, it was all hers!

The little princess was in heaven. She was making Daddy happy and no little lilac tart was going to be rubbing Daddy's business for him. She could take care of her own Daddy, thank you. Daddy seemed to think so, all right. He adored rubbing his sweet baby's popsy, smelling her perfume and kissing her soft lips as her feathery fingers took him to heaven.

And heaven was only a very short distance away. Daddy was soon spurting thick strands of his special juice for his girl. Mary Elizabeth was confident that it was all for her, not that purple cow across the room. Although she did see Daddy sneak a look over in the competitor's direction. And she saw the little smirk on "Lilac's" face when she saw Daddy looking at her.

Hmmmmm.

 

Chapter Five -- A Lovely Afternoon

After everyone in the dining room had had an opportunity to eat and "empty their bags," the afternoon's activities began. The daddies were escorted to a gathering room, where they could all meet and talk informally about the joys and issues of raising a sissy. The girls were taken to another room, where they could meet and exchange bodily fluids.

Daddy didn't know anyone and, quite honestly, he was a little ashamed to be talking to men who had just seen his sissified son stroke thick jets of cum from his balls. He was especially reluctant to meet "Lilac's" Daddy. So, of course, that was who came up to him first.

"I'm David Platt," Lilac's Daddy said. "I saw you looking at Kelly."

Oh, Geez. Was this Platt guy going to challenge him to a duel or something? Please, not on the best day of his life, Daddy thought.

Daddy extended his hand warily and said, "Joe Wilson. I'm sorry. It's just, she's gorgeous."

David smiled broadly. "I know. She's a great piece of ass the other daddies tell me. I'll never know. Our own kids are off limits, except for milking. Law and common sense. If you're interested in fucking Kelly's tight bottom, just let me know. I'll introduce you."

Some days, everything just works out. Joe stammered out a "Thanks."

David saw Joe's discomfort and said. "This is your first time here, right?"

Joe nodded.

"Kelly and I have been coming here for six months. The best six months of my life. Hell, anybody's life. We're kind of a family here. The sissies need the love of daddies, not just milkings from their own daddies, and we need them. The daddies are a dating pool for the girls, both here at Sissy World every Saturday, and whenever we can hook up in the real world. Most of us make a real special effort to do so."

A rush of excitement and joy rippled through Joe's body. Then his face sank.

David understood. "You just remembered you're married, right? Relax. We all are. You just need to be a little…..careful. Sissy World runs a lot of free workshops for sissy moms. Stuff about raising sissies. Stuff women like. When they're out at those and the numerous women's socials Sissy World sponsors, we're free to cross-pollinate each other's sissies. Usually two or three nights a week, plus Saturdays."

Ohhhhh. Joe was trembling with lust at the thought. And he knew it would be good for Mary Elizabeth as well. But even if it weren't, he was being led by his Johnson.

"Oh, yeah," David said. "One more thing. The wives think the social stuff is free, but if you want them to be invited, you have to pay Sissy World on the sly."

Joe began to wonder how much he could get for his baseball card collection on eBay. Or his house. It didn't matter. He knew what he wanted to do with the rest of his life.

David said, "The girls are getting acquainted now, then they'll change into more age-appropriate clothes and rejoin us for 'free play' from three until six o'clock. How about if we trade angels for that?"

Joe almost creamed his pants at that. Kelly was to be his, without restriction, for three hours? And all he had to do was let a complete stranger fuck his sissy son?

What a great deal!!!!

In another part of Sissy World, 20 delicious angels were being introduced to each other by Daddy Joe Wilson's new friend Donna. "Sweethearts, many of you have been here before. A few are new. For the next hour, we want you to get to know at least one other girl REALLY well. Sissies need daddies, but we also need each other. Today, we're going to play Spin the Bottle."

Mary Elizabeth adored being part of this delicious gathering of feminine beauty and girlishness. She was proud that she could hold her own among an all-star team of princesses. But she was a little uneasy when they broke into three groups and she was in the same bunch as that little tramp "Lilac." Who did Lilac think she was, smiling at Mary Elizabeth after she had stared sluttily at Daddy all during lunch? The little tart was pretty, though. Even Mary Elizabeth admitted that.

Well, fate played a weird trick and when Lilac spun the bottle, it pointed straight at Mary Elizabeth! Lilac squealed happily, stood and offered Mary Elizabeth her warm hand. Mary Elizabeth didn't want to break any rules, so she stood up and took Lilac's hand. Lilac led Mary Elizabeth to a special little room that had only a couch and a small desk in it.

"I'm Kelly," Lilac said. Mary Elizabeth stated her name, rank and service number, determined that she was going to resist this brief captivity – until Kelly kissed Mary Elizabeth. And reached under her petticoats and into her pretty, pink panties. And rubbed and kissed and cuddled Mary Elizabeth until the poor angel was squealing and cumming hard.

Maybe Mary Elizabeth had been wrong about Lilac, or Kelly.

Kelly seemed to really like Mary Elizabeth, because she had the sweet baby's cum-drenched panties down and off in seconds. Before Mary Elizabeth could ask Kelly where she went to school or which boy band she liked best, Kelly was on her knees and had her mouth around Mary Elizabeth's cummy, girlish penis.

Well. Mary Elizabeth had never had her doodle licked before and I think we'll all agree that it's a delightful feeling, won't we, class? The poor dear thought she had left earth and was in heaven. Especially when Kelly soul kissed Mary Elizabeth's little tee tees. Kelly knew a thing or two about the magical art of fellatio.

If you've been following along, you know that our delicious little creampuff had been divested of her cream filling several times already that wonderful day. Yet, the resources of the young are far beyond the powers of us older folks, so dear Mary Elizabeth "dug deep" and gave her sissy lover a nice big load of the sweetest goo on earth. Mary Elizabeth shook with ecstasy as she pushed Kelly's head down on her girliepole.

Mary Elizabeth's naughty little squeals and sweet cum load excited Kelly as well. So when Mary Elizabeth re-entered the atmosphere, she proposed that she gratify Kelly in a like manner.

Mary Elizabeth was very excited, but nervous too. She had never sucked a prick before. What if she did it wrong? How embarrassing that would be! Kelly didn't seem concerned about that as she and Mary Elizabeth kissed deeply, tongues dancing, with little grunts of passion.

When Kelly skinned her pretty panties (lilac, of course) down and Mary Elizabeth saw her beautiful pricklet and balls, Mary Elizabeth was seized with lust. The novice cocksucker sank to her knees and began to kiss and cuddle Kelly's privates with love and some pretty good beginner's skill. She loved the way Kelly's balls dangled and the way she moaned in response when Mary Elizabeth licked and <blush> sucked them.

What would it be like to do that for a man's big, hairy ballsack? Yum, Mary Elizabeth thought.

Kelly hadn't cum since her Daddy kissed and caressed her in the restaurant – almost half an hour earlier! So she had a nice, thick potion ready for little Mary Elizabeth. Kelly asked her sissy partner to just lick the head of her popsy – just like that – yes!!! And a hot flood of sperm leaped from her sissystick and drenched the sweet face of little Mary Elizabeth.

Mary Elizabeth felt extra naughty. Not only had she sucked another sissyboy's tickler, she had made her cum. And the big, hot load of sticky sissy gooies covered her pretty face. She giggled a little thinking about what those mean boys at school would say if they saw her now. They would probably want their cocks sucked too. And would want to spurt their cream all over her face.

Well they could just forget it.

Then she thought about Uncle Frank seeing her like this. And her favorite teacher, Mr. Murphy. And <gulp> Daddy. That made her shiver with excitement and made her all stiff again, down there.

Kelly was so kind to Mary Elizabeth. "You're stiff again? Wow. You're beautiful. You're feminine. You're sweet. And you're the horniest little newbie we've ever had come through here. You're going to make a lot of men – and yourself, of course – very happy."

Kelly and Mary Elizabteh kissed a lot and even fingered each other's pretty pooties. Kelly taught Mary Elizabeth where the "special rubbing place" was inside a sissy's pussy. Then she rubbed Mary Elizabeth's "place" until the sissy sweetheart was once again helplessly ejaculating and crying out.

It was a good thing that it was time to change into "big girl clothes," because poor Mary Elizabeth's pretty pink dress and precious panties were soaked in sissy sperm. She and Kelly had just enough time for Mary Elizabeth to suck down one more, tasty load of her friend's girlie juices. Mary Elizabeth sucked and licked as she ran two pretty fingers in and out of Kelly's tight hole, rubbing the prostate just the way her new sissy sister showed her. Kelly gave out the sissiest yell ever when she spasmed hard and threw goo down Mary Elizabeth's hungry throat.

The girls held hands as they skipped down the hall to the changing room together.

As they slipped out of their "souvenir' dresses, they chatted. It turned out that Kelly was a freshman in the high school Mary Elizabeth would be going to the next year. That made the adorable sissyboy very happy.

"You'll adore it there, Mary Elizabeth," Kelly said, as she stripped to her lilac wonder bra, cum-filled panties, lilac garter belt and tan stockings. "There are TONS of boys and men there who love sissies. I've had fun with half the football team and most of the male faculty already."

Mary Elizabeth shuddered at the thought of all those males having their way with her. Ohhhhh.

"But, the real fun," Kelly continued, "is with the other daddies who bring their sissies to Sissy World. We see them two or three nights each week. And every Saturday."

Then Kelly explained how Sissy World kept the mommies out of the way so the fun and games could take place.

Mary Elizabeth thought about some of the daddies she had seen at Sissy World that day. So handsome. So manly.

"You're so lucky!" Kelly said as she admired Mary Elizabeth's naked, girlish body. "Your Daddy is the hunkiest man ever! I couldn't see his cock very well, but what I saw was dreamy!"

Mary Elizabeth's peeny jerked at that. Omigosh. Kelly was so right. Daddy was dreamy. "But your Daddy is dishy too, Kelly," she said.

Kelly threw her arms around Mary Elizabeth, kissed her and rubbed popsies. "We have the hunkiest Daddies in the world, but we can't do anything about it, unless…."

Oh my. Mary Elizabeth was "on the verge" again. How many times could a sissy cum in a day? Her curiosity was stronger than her randiness, however. <Gasp> "Unless what, Kelly?" <Pant>

<Whimper> "You're so sweet and beautiful, Mary Elizabeth. <Kiss> I love you forever. Unless we 'traded' Daddies. Your Daddy would make love to me and my Daddy would take you to sissy heaven.. The girls tell me my Daddy is fantastic."

The thought of being under a man, especially a hunk like Daddy David, was too much for our heroine. She squealed and spurted all over Kelly yet again. Kelly kissed Mary Elizabeth tonguily, then joined her in paradise.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," Mary Elizabeth groaned. "That would be wonderful. When can we do that?"

<Kiss> "As soon as we clean this cum off and get into our stockings, heels and tiny babydolls, Sweetie," Kelly moaned. "Their big cocks are hot and hard and they're waiting for us."

Mary Elizabeth set a new land speed record for dressing sexily and fixing a pretty face.

 

Chapter Six – Penetrating experiences

Mary Elizabeth's Daddy (Daddy Joe) was almost fainting from excitement. At any minute, his sissy son and Daddy David's sweet baby Kelly would be walking through the door and into their arms.

David had told Joe about the lingerie the sissyboys wore for "Saturday afternoon tickles," but it didn't prepare him for what he saw when the doors burst open and 20 delicious, randy, erect, beautiful, scantily clad nancyboys rushed into men's arms.

Joe looked at his Mary Elizabeth. She was spectacular! She wore a diaphanous, miniscule, black babydoll nightie with flared skirts; sheer, silky, black stockings; and black, five-inch-stiletto, mule sandals. NO panties concealed the prettiest four inches on earth and its attendant pink bag of girlish nuts.

Joe's heart ached with love and lust as he hugged his doll. She squealed and kissed him, then broke the clinch. Both gulped and remembered the rules. Thank goodness they had non-family partners to relieve their anxieties over the next three hours.

Joe and Mary Elizabeth looked at David and his Kelly. Joe almost creamed his pants when he saw his "date" for the rest of the day. She was dressed just like Mary Elizabeth and almost as pretty. But did she……oh my, she………..She had titties! They were small, but Joe could see them clearly through the wispy fabric. They were the size of plums and mostly nipple. But mama mia! Did they turn Joe on!!!!!

Hormones. That had to be it. Mary Elizabeth needed hormones. Joe resolved to look into it. Right after his bag was emptied several times. By this Kelly angel before him. Who was smiling at him in a teasing pose.

Mary Elizabeth noticed Daddy's aching need for Kelly and she was OK with it. Kelly could do things for Daddy that she couldn't. All the really good stuff. But Mary Elizabeth planned to do those "good stuff" things with lots and lots of nice men over the next 60 years or so. So it was OK.

She kissed her Daddy, said, "Have fun!" then held Daddy David's hand and walked with him to a nice private room with a bed, chair and a bathroom.

Mary Elizabeth was nervous. This man who was drooling on her was going to push her head down on his big cock and cum in her mouth and on her face. Then he was going to flip her on her back and <blush> fuck her. It would be humiliating and totally emasculating. She could never hold her head up as a boy again.

Yummy!!!!

Apparently, before he did all that, Daddy David was going to admire Mary Elizabeth and praise her beauty. He sat in the chair and asked Mary Elizabeth to turn around for him. The man was effusive with praise for the cherub's beauty and docility.

David was so complimentary that Mary Elizabeth couldn't stop blushing.

"Your legs are the prettiest I've ever seen, Sweetheart. Those stockings and big heels make you look like an A-list lingerie model. I love how your heels are bigger than your little penis. May I touch it?"

Well I'm not here to do quadratic equations, Mary Elizabeth thought. But she shyly nodded her head and batted her inch-long eyelashes at her first "all-the-way" man.

Reverently, David peeled up the flouncy skirts of the black babydoll and observed Mary Elizabeth's feminine penile masterpiece.

"So pink and pretty," the man said. Was he falling in love with the pretty virgin? It wouldn't be difficult.

The small foreskin was all the way back, exposing the dark-pink head of the half-erect bauble. If the pantyboy hadn't cum ten or so times already that day, it would have been perforating her navel. She was extremely excited to be exposing herself this way to a man.

The pink popsy was so young and fresh and perfect, as were the pretty pearls in their pink, silken bag, dangling at the root of pleasure's pole.

David locked eyes with a quivering Mary Elizabeth and said, "You were made for love, Darling. For loving nice, deserving men and boys. They will worship you and adore you, body and spirit."

Wow! Maybe she could manage just one more erection. Oops. There it was.

She was sure David was going to kiss her pricklet, but he did not. Instead, he kissed her tummy. Right below her belly button, then lifted the angel's nightie up, over her head, and off.

The young beauty stood naked, except for heels and stockings, before her manly lover.

David took charge. He was still seated and Mary Elizabeth was still standing. He grabbed her hips and gently pulled her toward him. Slowly, lovingly, David began to plant a chain of soft kisses onto her torso. His hands massaged her bottom cheeks as he kissed and gently licked the skin below the sissy's neck and between her nipples. Then he moved in for the big prizes.

David eased the middle finger of his right hand into Mary Elizabeth's pussy. She screamed with surprise and lust. Then he put another finger in for a "second opinion" on her loveliness.

Oh, that felt good. He knew just where to…….. "Agggghhhhh" Mary Elizabeth squealed. David was licking and sucking her right nipple as he fingered her pussy. And he was doing both very well. His hands were so strong. He was so skilled. He was so handsome.

Mary Elizabeth couldn't cum again. It was impossible. But, as the Army engineers used to say in World War II, "The difficult we do immediately. The impossible takes a little longer.'

The impossible happened. The babydoll sweetheart came in shuddering, watery dribbles. She saw a bright light and walked toward it, but was pulled back when she realized that she was on her stomach, on the bed, David was on his knees on the floor, his long, hot tongue deep inside her tight, scorching pussy.

She was whimpering and incoherent – consumed with girlish pleasure. The wonderful man seemed to be licking her guts from the inside. Then the man took out his tongue and replaced it with his finger. Lots of fingers. Widening her. Opening her. She was almost senseless from the intensity of her delight. All her dreams were coming true.

And then a very big dream came true. Eight inches of dream, to be exact. David put his full weight on her back, which she adored. She was totally helpless, about to be ravaged by a man. Mmmmmmmm.

She turned her head. He kissed the side of her lips, praised her again, then put all of his big cock into her pussy with one steady stroke.

The scream was one part pain, eight parts joy and one part exorcism of her boyish life. The fucking that followed made her the happiest sissy anyone could ever remember.

When David told Mary Elizabeth he loved her, then drenched her guts with a quart of hot manjuice, Mary Elizabeth had her last orgasm of that wonderful day. A four-star illumination of the planet, that racked her guts while only producing two drops of cum. The girl was completely milked and happy.

"I love you too, Daddy," the panty angel murmured. He wasn't really her Daddy, but it was fun to pretend.

Mary Elizabeth and her lover kissed for a good hour after that, and when David was rampant again, Mary Elizabeth showed that, although a rookie, she had major-league potential as a cocksucker. David made so much cum! And it was so tasty.

Finally, it was time to dress in teen-girl, street clothes, collect the right daddies, go home and tell Mom a sanitized version of the day's events. Thank goodness it was a 45-minute drive home – time to get the story straight.

Daddy glowed with happiness. That Kelly must have showed him a really good time, Mary Elizabeth thought. From their goodbye kiss, it sure seemed like it. Mary Elizabeth was a little jealous, but then she realized that Daddy would have to be the one to explain a $2,000 credit-card charge to Mommy, so she guessed he deserved a good time.

The goodbyes were a little sad, but Mary Elizabeth knew she and Daddy would be back the next Saturday, even if Mommy had to go live with Grandma for a few years. And there were those midweek meetings. And all the men she knew and would know in the rest of the world.

Were Mary Elizabeth's panties tenting again?

At the door, Mary Elizabeth saw Mr. Moore, the "greeter," waving goodbye to her. He had been so sweet and he looked so lonely.

 

Daddy saw what the kind sissyboy was thinking and he approved. "Go ahead, Honey," he said. "I'll wait.'

Daddy was wonderful! Mary Elizabeth sissied over to Mr. Moore, kissed him, went "trouser fishing" in his pants to find his cock, got on her pretty knees, and sucked him to a spectacular spermstorm.

This one was destined for the sissy hall of fame as far as Henry Moore was concerned.

Everyone who would meet Mary Elizabeth would agree.

THE END

 

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