69 Clitty Lane

by Sarah Acklin

69 Clitty Lane
Gouda WI 69696

Fred Gingerman
"Panty Boy Magazine"
69 Sissy Sex Dr
Fromage WI 0U812

I’m writing this letter in response to your call for letters about sissy experiences. I hope you’ll print my letter, as it is different from most of the experiences I read about in your magazine. You see I’m an adult male, happily married to a beautiful wife. Please don’t stop reading, let me assure you that just because I’m married and a male (notice I didn’t say man) doesn’t mean that I’m not as big a sissy as any of the swishy panty boys you display in your magazine.

Although married to a genetic woman I can be a simpering swishing panty wearing confection when I want to be. I have a nice, round tushie, perky, little boobies and a pretty, little, cut, clitty and smooth, hairless balls that, when they’re not shooting sissy goo, are always leaking precum that stains my pretty panties.

I’m not going to tell you how I became the sissy that I am that would take too long. Maybe in a later letter. But I would love to tell you about the sissy adventure that I had last Saturday.

Saturday is house-cleaning day at our house. As I love to clean and my wife hates it, all of the house-cleaning chores have fallen to me.

I woke up that day took my shower. Three hours a day, six days a week of electrolysis along with the hormones have left my body smooth and hairless, so I don’t have the hassle of shaving. After my shower I did my hair and make-up and dressed in my cleaning outfit.

First I slipped on my panties, pale yellow with three rows of lace across the bottom, my clitty, which is almost always erect, tented out my panties, pulling the rows of lace snug against my tushie and defining not only my cheeks but me. Then came the stockings, also yellow, with lace elastic bands at the top to keep them nice and taut over my long shapely legs. I followed that with my white t-strap pumps with 2-1/2-inch heels. I finished with my full apron. It’s white with pretty, yellow, embroidered eyelets. The squared neckline hits at the top of my B-cup (and growing) breasts, presenting just a hint of cleavage, the hem hit at mid thigh. Anyone looking at me from the front would have thought me fully dressed; from any other angle I was all but nude.

My heels clattered across our hardwood floors as I rushed downstairs to make my wife’s breakfast. Red Zinger tea, and eggs scrambled soft over toast. I made myself some coffee, grabbed a couple of Altoids for my breakfast, put everything on a tray and minced up to our bedroom.

My wife was still asleep when I opened the mini blinds and let the bright morning sun in. I gave her a kiss as she slowly came awake.

"My don’t you look sweet this morning." She said as she sat up in bed and began to eat her breakfast.

I smiled and thanked her as I sat in the wingback chair and sipped my coffee. I felt a little tremor as I looked at the lipstick print my mouth left on the rim of my cup. All these years of sissyhood and those little things still give me a thrill.

My wife was asking about my day when I looked up and saw that her beautiful perfect breasts were showing over the comforter. My clitty jumped at the sight. I casually hiked my apron up and slowly crossed my legs, letting my calf slide slowly across my knee.

My wife smiled slowly and then laughed as she saw through my not-so-subtle move.

"You little tease, you think showing me more of your legs and flashing your panties at me is going to get you into bed with me huh? Well you’re right. Get over here and give me a kiss."

Before she could finish, I was up and we were in each other’s arms on the bed. Our lips met and our tongues engaged in a passionate dance. My titties pressed against hers and our legs entwined. Before I knew it, I was on my back, with my wife’s sex pressed against my face. I licked her like I know she loves it and in almost no time her thighs were squeezing my head in a vise-like grip and she was letting a gusher of girl juice into my mouth.

Her spend didn’t stop her, she grabbed my clitty through my panties and began to stroke it in earnest. In no time I squealed as I blew a huge load of sissy goo into my panties. Don’t let anyone tell you that a girl doesn’t know how to pleasure a sissy.

When we had recovered from our fun, my wife took a shower as I cleaned myself up. Sometimes I like to walk around in my wet panties after I’ve deposited a particularly large cum into them, but today I figured I needed to get out of them. I had just selected a pretty, frilly rumba panty when my wife called from the shower reminding me that Saturday was "No Panty Day." How could I have forgotten? Sometimes I’m such an air-headed sissy.

I was bent at the waist loading the dishwasher when my wife came into the kitchen behind me and gave my little balls an affectionate squeeze and rubbed my smooth cheeks. She picked up her purse and was out the door to do the grocery shopping. As she went out she turned and told me Daddy was coming by that morning to clean the gutters.

My heart skipped a beat and my stomach sank when I heard the news. Daddy is my father in law. A tall lean man with piercing brown eyes, he’s a man’s man as my wife likes to say. He does all the things around the house I can’t do anymore, like cleaning the gutters. I don’t mind doing that type of thing but the last time I was cleaning windows my wife told me all of the neighborhood men kept going by trying to look up my skirt to see my panties. (Wouldn’t they have been surprised to find out I wasn’t wearing any?)

For a lot of reasons I don’t like having Daddy around when my wife isn’t home. First of all he makes me call him Daddy, I didn’t even call my own father daddy. Plus he has kind of, well exotic taste that my wife doesn’t know about and my little sissy ass is the way he sates those taste.

You see Daddy has been having his way with me for the past few years. He’s a widower and although I’m sure there are plenty of Genetic Girls who wouldn’t mind dating him, he would rather slip over to taste my sissy charms. Sometimes I wonder if GGs know how to compete with a true sissy.

When Daddy first made a pass at me I told my wife maybe it wasn’t a good idea for him to be around so much but she dismissed me. She thought I was feeling inadequate as a man around him.

"Don’t worry honey, you’re a sissy and I love you just as soft and sweet as you are. If I wanted a man like Daddy that’s what I would have married." She said.

So even though the relationship is creepily, vaguely incestuous and certainly adulterous, I don’t know how to stop it without hurting my wife. And if I’m honest with myself, I’m not sure I can.

I went about loading the dishwater with a mixture of excitement – my clitty was at full mast – and dread. Daddy’s truck pulled into our driveway only a few minutes after my wife drove off. He was there so fast I thought that perhaps he had been waiting at the end of our street for his daughter to leave.

When he walked through the kitchen door without knocking I was standing there straight and erect, pun intended, my heart beating like a bass drum. "Hi Daddy." I said cheerily, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.

He looked at me with those brown eyes and half smiled, half-leered at me. His eyes ran all over me. They started with my breasts and worked down. They stopped briefly where my clitty was painfully tenting my apron, slid down my hips, my legs, finally taking in my feet before he brought them back up to my face.

"Hi Johnny. Don’t you look pretty today?" He insist on calling me the diminutive of my boy name when my wife isn’t around, I don’t know why but like the rest of our sick relationship I don’t stop him.

"Thank you Daddy." I murmured. I looked down and my eyes stopped on his bulging crotch. God, as usual he was ready as he came through the door.

He stepped up to me and firmly grabbed my breast with his left hand. His thumb played over my nipple causing the skin all over my body to goose and my knees to tremble. I put my hand on his and noticed not for the first time my long red nails against his bronze skin.

"Please don’t." I whispered. It was a weak protest and I knew it would be ineffectual, it always was.

He didn’t respond except to put his other arm around me. He pulled me to him and held me close, even with my two and a half-inch heel he was still taller than I was. His hand continued to work on my tit while his other kneaded my ass cheeks.

Suddenly he spun me around put his hands around my waist and guided me toward the small kitchen table. When my thighs hit I put my hands on the flat surface to brace myself.

"Stay there." He said as his hands ran down my bare back, across my ass to the back of my thighs.

When he stopped, I stood up to turn around. "Daddy," I started.

He smacked me on the ass and roughly repeated his command to stay there.

I put my hands back on the table and waited for him to make his next move. I heard him open the refrigerator and remove something. He walked up to me and I felt something cold touch the small of my back. I jumped at the touch. He began to move the cold object across the top of my cheeks. Back and forth, up and down the cold object went. It didn't stay cold for long as my body warmed it up. I realized pretty quickly that he was using a stick of butter on my ass. As the butter warmed it ran more smoothly over my skin and the smell reminded me of buttered popcorn.

He pulled my cheeks apart, ran the stick of butter down my crack and stopped at my sissy pussy. He pressed it into me and then his finger was penetrating me moving in and out making sure I was ready for him.

He stopped his prodding and I heard him undoing his pants. His strong hands spread my buttery cheeks and his cock was pressing into me. He had obviously buttered himself up because his big thing (and it is big, it made my own average sized clitty look tiny) was sliding into me. I drew a sharp breath as that big mushroom head made its way past my resistance and buried itself deep, deep in me. Oh my goodness what a feeling.

He reached around me grabbed my clitty and began to skin me up and down as he started his slow ride. He had plenty of butter on his hand and it felt soooo good! As he rode me his other hand slipped into my apron and began to maul my boobie, rolling and tugging my erect nipple between his fingers.

In no time at all his strokes in my bottom and his hand on my clitty got faster and faster until I thought he was going to yank my poor little clitty off. His thrusts got faster, harder and I swear deeper. I felt his cock swell even bigger and, with one last plunge, he was shooting his huge load into me. As I felt his spasms, my own balls shot their load onto the table top, leaving a huge pool of milky sissy goo.

When he pulled out of me I think it really did make a popping sound. He slumped into one of the kitchen chairs and I waited. Even though he had just let loose a huge load, some of which was leaking out of me down my crack and cooling on my little balls. It had been almost two weeks since he had stopped by, I knew he wasn’t done with me.

"Johnny, come clean me up." He ordered.

I turned and looked at him. He still had the half smile on his face and I didn’t even have to look down to see that he was still insanely erect. How could a man his age be that stiff every time he visited?

I sissied over to him and dropped to my knees. I looked at his huge cock as it glistened with the mixture of cum, butter and other things. As close as I was I could smell the weird musky scent that was the result of our coupling.

No use in delaying the inevitable so I took the head of his penis between my red lips as I sensually massaged his massive balls. Yes I know better than anyone where it had just been, I could still fill the effects of it, but like someone in a trance or a drug addict it didn’t matter, I could not stop.

I used all the tricks I knew, all the things I like and all the things he had taught me over the last couple of years that he liked to bring him to the brink of orgasm. It took a lot longer this time and my jaws were getting sore from that monster stretching my mouth. But eventually I felt his massive balls draw up and I braced for the flood. At the first spurt, well spurt is inadequate to what it was, I guess wave would be better; he grabbed my hair and forced my mouth down over him until my nose was buried in his pubes. Wave after wave of his juice made its way down my throat. There was no question of me not swallowing, as it never stopped at my mouth, straight from his balls to my stomach.

Just when I was afraid I was going to suffocate, it subsided and then stopped thank goodness. When he let go I collapsed on the floor and gasped for air.

From the chair he spoke to me. "You know Johnny you are one great little cocksucker. I should invite you to my Thursday night poker game, my boys would love you." He said with a chuckle. It was one of his favorite jokes. I knew he would never do it and I’m not sure what my answer would be if he did. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be there to play cards.

"Well I better get on those gutters before that girl of mine gets home, wouldn’t want her to think I’ve been slackin’ off on her."

With that he pulled his pants up and was out the door. I lay there for a couple of more minutes then got up to clean myself.

Once I was cleaned up and had recovered I had a cup of tea and finished cleaning the house. Occasionally as I went about my chores I would see him either on the ladder or hauling leaves to the curb for recycling. He would wave when he saw me and I would wave back and smile, just a man and his sissy-in-law on a Saturday in suburbia.

My wife got home a little while later, just as her dad was finishing up and she had him come in for a drink.

As usual when my wife was around he called me by my sissy (real) name, just as my wife and I asked, with no problem.

He finished his iced tea and said he had to run but then he dropped his bombshell. "Hey Sweetheart," he said to my wife, "I’ve been thinking about inviting Fawn to my Thursday night poker game. You wouldn’t mind would you? Of course he would have to come as John, I’m not sure some of those old boys are ready to play poker with a real sissy."

My wife thought it was a great idea. When she looked at me to ask what I thought the old lecher winked at me behind her back.

I tried to put them off by saying I’m not much on cards but they were both so persistent I said I would think about it.

"Good, I’ll call you later this week to tell you what time I’m picking you up." And then before I could object he was out the door.

"That sounds like fun Hun. I’m glad to see Daddy making the effort for you guys to become closer." My wife said. "After all it’s not every man who would be so accepting of his only daughter being married to a sissy."

"Oh yea, that is great." I said with false cheerfulness. While I was wondered what he had planned.

"Jenny called me on my mobile while I was shopping. She and Barbie wanted to know if we would like to go to dinner. I told her yes."

Now that was great news! Barbie is the most beautiful girl I know Genetic or sissy. She and I are co-workers; she and her wife Jenny have become our closest friends. We love competing with one another to see which of us can be our most alluring for a night on the town.

"Well if we’re going out I can’t have you tenting your dress the way you’re doing that apron. Let’s go upstairs and put this pretty thing to use," she said as she grabbed my clitty through my apron and led me to our bedroom.

As we moved I thought about what to wear.

(I’m sorry this letter is so long. I guess I just started to ramble on. I hope you’ll publish it in your fine magazine. If you like I can write more and tell you about our night on the town and some of my other adventures.)

 

Fawn

 

 

 

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