Strokes and Pokes

by Gingerfred Man

 

Prologue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vince/Debbie Foster, the narrator of our tale

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

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

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

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

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

 

Chapter One – Bottoms Up on Wednesday Night

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

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

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

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

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

Could I do that?

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

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

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

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

I gritted my teeth and thought of England.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was time to get to work.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I couldn’t wait for the second.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded and whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perfect!

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

I was stiff and dripping, just looking at myself.

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

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

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

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

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

Then the noises started.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was killing me with pleasure.

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

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

Mr. Forbes had clearly enjoyed fucking me silly.

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

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

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

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

Then the noises in the room next got louder.

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

I couldn’t lie. "Yes. I’m curious."

"Then let’s satisfy that curiosity."

Huh?

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

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

But there were no hip young anchors with catchphrases.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So much to think about.

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

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

All in all, it was the best night possible.

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

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

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

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

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

 

Chapter Two – Thursday – More Rec Room Fun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Have you ever been ‘outside’ as a girl, Jerry?"

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

"Would you like to?"

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

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

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

They hadn’t and I said so.

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

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

 

Chapter Three – Thursday Pain Relief

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

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

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

What Dad ever turned that down?

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

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

I loved those girlish names Daddy was calling me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My life was pretty good.

 

Chapter Five – Friday Father Fun

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

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

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

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

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

That was when Daddy surprised me.

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

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

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

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

I just purred and rubbed against him more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How about my Daddy? Who would have thought it?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I felt a stiff object poking my hip as well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The evening had started off well.

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

I thought I knew where all that was going.

Up my pooper.

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

Things were getting interesting.

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

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

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

I love being a sissy.

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

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

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

 

Chapter Six – Out and About

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

<Sigh>

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

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

He was right. But that was about to change.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s almost sissy abuse.

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

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

My needs were met. And then some.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was interesting. I nodded.

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

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

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

One of us? "Are you…..?"

"Packing pork in my panties? You betcha."

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

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

I could? Wow!

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

I shook my head no, in obvious disappointment.

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

Sadly, I answered no and no.

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

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

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

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

<Gulp> I followed her.

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

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

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

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

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

It appeared that I had pleased her greatly.

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

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

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

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

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

I NEEDED titties!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, Daddy. You are the best.

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

No again.

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

Even that sounded good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure, Baby," my hunky Dad said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I cleaned Daddy up, then myself.

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

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

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

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

After 20 minutes, the doorbell rang.

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

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

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

"Thanks for coming," Daddy said.

Huh?

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

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

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

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

I couldn’t complain too much.

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

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

 

THE END

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