Panty Paradise

by Gingerfred Man

 

Chapter One – The Last Chance

Joyce Phillips had run out of options with Danny Briggs. Joyce was a social worker for the Department of Children and Families and Danny was her thirteen-year-old problem child.

In a way, it wasn’t really Danny’s fault. He was the product of an unknown father and a mother who never met a drink she didn’t like. Dragged through one foster home after another, Danny misbehaved in each one. Even the homes Joyce considered the best and most loving.

Joyce had one option left, but could only use it if the "Gingerman Test" proved her suspicions right. She scheduled Danny for the battery of sophisticated tests and smiled broadly when she saw the results. Danny was near the bottom of the acceptable range, but within its limits. And that was what counted.

Joyce was taking Danny to the Hartleys’ home.

The day of his transfer, Danny was giving Joyce the usual attitude when she gave him a mysterious hint. "The Hartley house is unlike any foster home you’ve been in, Danny. You can only live there if the Gingerman Tests show you’re suited. And you are."

Danny was bright, but usually hostile. "The next home is always going to be great," he said. "And it never is."

We’ll see what Mr. Smart Guy says after he spends a bit of time there, Joyce thought.

Joyce and Danny arrived at the Hartleys at 8 a.m. on a Monday. Mrs. Hartley greeted them warmly, hugging Danny. He resisted, but he had to admit, Mrs. Hartley seemed very nice. But they all do at first. And she was very pretty. With great legs. And the highest heels he had ever seen. Joyce and Mrs. Hartley went into the kitchen to do the admin stuff and they told Danny to sit and wait a few minutes.

Danny rarely obeyed. Why should he begin then? He decided to do some exploring.

The house was huge! It must have had 20 rooms. Danny didn’t see anyone, so he sneaked upstairs.

At the first bedroom he came to, the door was ajar and he heard the moaning and grunting sounds Danny associated with sex. Danny had never had sex himself, but he respected no one’s privacy and had often spied on foster parents visiting paradise. Another reason they wanted Danny gone.

Danny peeked in and was amazed by what he saw. The most beautiful blonde girl he had ever seen was seated in an easy chair. Her long, straight, silky hair was rippling as she flung her head about in sexual torment. She was naked, except for black stockings, a matching frilly garter belt and strappy heels, equally as high as Mrs. Hartley’s. He was surprised that she appeared to be about fourteen, but was completely flat-chested. This seemed to make her appear even more erotic. Her gorgeous face was made up to perfection and her eyes promised the delights of the bedroom.

A naked boy (?), Danny couldn’t tell, was on his or her knees on the floor in front of the Aphrodite, using his or her mouth on what appeared to be the living doll’s pussy. But why was the kneeling person with his or her back to Danny bobbing up and down like that? Danny knew that a pussy couldn’t be eaten that way.

The blonde delight was squealing and pinching her tiny nipples when suddenly she gasped, convulsed and made gyrating motions with her hips as her sexual attacker mumbled and groaned in obvious delight.

Danny’s fat little prick was straining his jockeys. What was this? Whoever had just administered four-star oral sex then stood and fed the seated love goddess a very long and thick cock, which the angel took into her delectable mouth hungrily. Suddenly, the amorous pair noticed they were being watched. They stopped the carnal activity and turned to greet Danny.

They smiled at Danny and said, "You must be Danny. Welcome to the Hartleys’."

"I’m Lara," the blonde said, with no regard for her nakedness.

"I’m Toni," The brunette said, with no regard for the faceful of hot, girlish cum she had received from Lara’s big, now limp prick! Her own prick was vertical, skinned and ready for anything.

Danny was never more afraid in his life. What the hell was going on here? Girls with cocks? Boys pretending to be girls?

He was paralyzed and open-mouthed for a moment, then gulped and tore downstairs to Joyce.

Joyce had a ton of papers spread out on the kitchen table and was chatting with Mrs. Hartley when Danny burst in. Annoyed at first, she said, "Can’t you do anything you’re asked, Danny? I told you to wait for us for ten minutes."

Then Joyce noted Danny’s distress, an unusual condition for Young Mr. Macho.

"What’s wrong, Danny?"

Danny looked directly at the familiar Joyce, sneaking little peeks at Mrs. Hartley. "I went upstairs. Two boys were almost naked and pretending to be girls. They were doing things to each other. SEX things."

Joyce looked at Mrs. Hartley. They shared a smile. Then Mrs. Hartley said, "Well, of course they were, Sweetie. My girls take every opportunity they can to have fun and rid themselves of that toxic boy’s cream their little balls insist on producing. This is a foster home for sissies. A wonderful place for boys who want to wear the prettiest frillies and dress to tease and please all the other sissies and the men and boys they pleasure. They have sex, sex, sex all day long and into the night. And they’ve never been or will be any happier. Sissies who are free to sissy about are the happiest people on earth. Sissies like you, Danny."

Danny was stricken with horror. He groaned in fear. Then implored Joyce to take him out of there.

Joyce said, "Oh no, Danny. This place is your last chance. If you’re kicked out of the Hartleys’, you’ll go to juvenile detention, where I guarantee you’ll be someone’s very own sissy. And it’ll be most unpleasant. Besides, the test showed you’re a sissy, and it’s never been wrong."

Danny despaired. He was trapped. They wanted to make him a faggot. Everyone was against him. Jut like always. But this was the last straw. He wasn’t going to be a sissy queer. There were always ways out. Weren’t there?

Chapter Two - The Sweetest Welcome

Mrs. Hartley said, "Excuse me, Mrs. Phillips, Danny. Let me find all the girls and introduce you to them and them to you."

Danny quivered with fear and disgust and, could it be curiosity?

Ten minutes later, Mrs. Hartley led a parade of pulchritude into the kitchen - seven gorgeous, feminine, teenage angels, giggling happily, and clacking and mincing along in their four-inch, strappy heels, stockings and micro-mini skirts or dresses.

Mrs. Hartley started at the left. "Danny, this is Missy. Missy is sixteen years old and has lived here at our home for three years." Missy was a sweet, docile girl of rare beauty and complete femininity. Her long, shining black hair framed a face that made Danny fall in love instantly. "Missy scored the highest score ever on the Gingerman Test, which means she’s probably the world’s biggest sissy." The girls, including Missy, tittered happily. "She mothers us all, cries at the slightest provocation, wears the frilliest things, and pees her panties when she’s scared. Men and boys adore her, as do we all. It’s still amazing to us that Missy wasn’t slaughtered by a pack of wild homophobes before she joined us, but her survival instincts appear to be pretty strong."

Missy blushed at the praise, then stepped forward and gave Danny a big kiss, right on the lips. Were those Missy’s fingers Danny felt brushing against his cock? Missy stepped back.

"Next is Lara. I believe you saw Lara having her clitty sucked beautifully this morning by her sissy lover of the moment, Toni. These sissy love affairs flare up, burn with a white-hot intensity, then cool down to cold embers and both girls move on to other sissies. It’s for the best, as it allows all the girls to love each other equally." Danny remembered Lara all right. He thought the blonde angel was the prettiest girl he had ever met. Until he saw her cock. "Lara just turned fourteen and has been with us for about eighteen months. Lara does some modeling and I’m sure you can see why." Danny could. She was exquisite. "Lara also has the most popular clitty of all the girls because it’s long and meaty and her cum is the tastiest of all. But you’ll be able to judge that for yourself, Danny, once you’ve sucked and swallowed all of our girls a few times."

Danny began to perspire coldly. Not on your life, lady, he thought. I’m no cocksucker.

Lara kissed Danny sweetly too, giving him a sweet taste of her wet, delicious tongue.

"I believe you also met Toni briefly, Danny." Toni looked even hotter to Danny now that she was dressed and girlied up. "Toni is fifteen and has been with us for two years. She’s a math whiz and spends a lot of time helping all the bubbleheaded girls who just don’t think math is for them. She also has the best legs I’ve ever seen on a young girl." It was true. They were shapely and delicious in their tan stocking sheathes, and she wore the shortest skirt of any of the girls. It pays to advertise.

Toni kissed Danny, hugging him warmly. "I hope I didn’t upset you today, Sweetie."

Danny already felt like a big homo. That made three boys who had just kissed him. Yuck. But it was still kind of nice.

"Brett, would you step forward, please?" Brett was an African-American love doll with long, straight, black hair, smooth, creamy, cocoa skin and what appeared to be good-sized boobs. "Brett is seventeen and has been with us for four years. She came to us in a very bad way, but you can see she’s now a happy, healthy, confident girl. Brett has wonderful musical abilities, both vocal and instrumental. She decided at sixteen to begin hormone treatments, so she has a pair of C-cup dazzlers. Aren’t they beautiful, Danny? I’m sure Brett will let you kiss and suck them anytime you want, won’t you, Brett?"

"Oh, yes, Mrs. Hartley. Would you like to touch them, Danny?"

Danny was trembling, as he shook his head no. Brett kissed him sweetly anyway.

"Joli is our athlete. She just loves sports, especially golf. We all tell her it’s tomboyish, but she says she can be a golfer and a mincing, cocksucking, frilly-pantied sissy too. She’s sixteen and in the three years she’s been here, she’s proven that she’s right. Joli has the most beautiful ass of any of our girls. And they all have gorgeous asses, shaped and developed from endless hours of fucking." The girls all giggled at this. But it was true. "Still, Joli’s ass is exceptional and the lines are always long for cocks to find a loving home there."

"Welcome, Danny," Joli said. She kissed him and gave his ass a loving feel. Despite himself, Danny liked that.

"Maria is our nerd." Everyone giggled good-naturedly at that, including Maria. She sure didn’t look like a nerd, Danny thought. She was a luscious, Hispanic girl with burning black eyes and lush, long, straight, black hair. She also had a great rack. "Maria is seventeen and recently scored a perfect 1600 on her SATs! We’re very, very proud of Maria’s accomplishments and all she has done for our home. Maria has also given more of her time and talents to keep the home solvent by, shall we say, eager friendship with our creditors, than anyone who ever lived here. She is an incredible lover and men would cut off their ears for five minutes with her."

Maria blushed. Then she sissied forward and gave Danny the tonguiest kiss of his life. He couldn’t help himself. He was fiercely rampant when Mrs. Hartley said, "And here is Amy."

A tall, dazzling Asian beauty stepped forward and smiled at Danny, almost making him cum in his pants. "Amy is our expert on English, writing and literature. I expect Amy to be a great writer one day. For now, she is fifteen, has been with us for two years, and has the biggest cock I have ever seen on anyone, anywhere." Amy blushed shyly. "Think of holding an erect cock at the base, your entire hand wrapped around it, then putting a second hand on top of that. On top of your second hand would be two inches and the entire, small-apple-sized head of Amy’s clitty. Her ball bag hangs down a good six inches and her tee tees are enormous. And yet, Amy is a delicate, sweet, oh-so-feminine, loving sweetheart."

This unnerved Danny a bit. Irrationally, he thought maybe Amy was going to rub that queer thing against him when she moved forward, so he flinched and moved back. Ever the peacemaker, Missy moved forward to comfort Danny. Danny misinterpreted that as a hostile move and, using a lifetime of animal instincts, without thinking, punched poor Missy squarely in the nose.

As Missy fell onto her pretty, pantied butt, the entire crowd gasped, including Danny, who was immediately sorry for having harmed sweet Missy. Amy and Brett moved to comfort Missy. An enraged Mrs. Hartley grabbed Danny, removed his pants with one pull and flung him onto her knee for what promised to be a vicious spanking. As Mrs. Hartley raised her hand, Missy cried out through the pain of an injured nose, "No!!!!!"

No?

Mrs. Hartley stopped. So did everyone else. Except Missy.

"Danny’s just been through hell. Thirteen years in places that didn’t know what he was or care. We’ve all been there. Danny was just acting on what his life dished out. Please leave Danny alone, Mrs. Hartley."

Missy may have been a sissy, but she had spine when it counted. Danny was allowed to get up. No one had ever done anything that nice for him. Ever. Without even pulling up his pants, he walked over to assist Missy. Then he kissed and thanked her.

Maybe there was hope for Danny.

Chapter Three - Sissying Up

During Danny’s thus-far-crappy life, he had settled for two feelings: pain and pleasure, which for Danny meant the act of inflicting pain on someone else. He took no pleasure in hurting Missy. And she clearly didn’t want the "pleasure" of seeing him spanked in retaliation. Danny’s world was already topsy-turvy as the girls who were calling themselves his foster sisters, eagerly worked to make him one of them.

Danny was in a box. He didn’t want to stay here at this house of faggotry, where everyone was insisting that he was a faggot too. He didn’t give a fuck what that test said. He was as macho as any guy. More. He loved to hit people. That makes you a man, doesn’t it?

But he didn’t want to leave either. Missy had actually been nice to him. And so were the other six faggots. He was going to have to watch that Hartley broad though. She was quick to spank. If Danny left, he knew he was going to juvenile detention and, for all his swagger, he knew that would be bad for him. Those big, tough guys weren’t very nice to little, five-foot-five guys like Danny. As Mrs. Phillips reminded Danny just before she left, being a juvie thug’s sissy bitch could be worse than living at the Hartleys’

OK. Danny would play along for a while. But no faggot stuff. He would have to wear those girl clothes, he thought, but how bad could that be? Nobody knew him here. Maybe some of those faggots would even suck his cock. If a fag sucks your cock, you’re not a fag. Danny knew that much.

All these thoughts rushed through Danny’s mind as he sort of hid in the bathroom as those seven "girls" and his "foster mother" got everything ready to dress him up. They were drawing a bath for him to start. Why did he need a bath? It wasn’t Saturday night!

Danny took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom. Mrs. Hartley was waiting for him. She grabbed him firmly and escorted him to a larger bathroom where the tub had been filled with warm, scented, bubbly water. Amy and Joli were smiling at him. Danny thought, "They can all leave now." But very quickly, Mrs. Hartley had his shirt off, followed by his pants, shoes and socks. Danny stood there in his briefs, which may have been white at one time. He was very embarrassed. When would they leave?

Danny got his answer when Mrs. Hartley pulled his underpants down, leaving him naked in front of her and the two sissies. Amy and Joli giggled at Danny’s embarrassment. And maybe at the fact that Danny had a very small weenie. Two inches was being kind. He’s been able to hide it when he was about to be spanked. But now they had seen it. It got bigger when he was aroused. But not much.

Strangely, despite his intense embarrassment, Danny’s peeny had risen to its full three inches and was throbbing with excitement. Despite all his macho baloney, this was the first time he had sported an erection in front of a girl. Or another boy, for that matter. He had never masturbated and had never cum, as far as he knew. That was about to change.

"I’ll leave you in Joli’s and Amy’s care for this long-awaited bath, Danny. We’ll be getting everything ready for you in the meantime."

Danny was glad to see Mrs. Hartley go, but was uncertain about the two sexbombs she left ticking next to him.

"Get in the tub, Danny," Amy said. "Joli and I will remove our dresses so we don’t get them wet."

Danny got in. It felt wonderful. Warm, soapy and soothing. The smell was a bit frou-frou, but he could live with that. He closed his eyes, then felt an intruder. Joli, who had stripped to her white garter belt, white bra and tan stockings, had joined Danny in the large tub.

"Just to make sure you’re thoroughly cleaned, Honey," she said.

He stole a look at Amy and almost fainted. The Asian doll had stripped to her black lingerie and was removing her overmatched panties, releasing, "The Beast."

Mrs. Hartley had described "The Beast," but you have to see the Grand Canyon to know it’s not just another hole in the ground. Amy’s cock was fierce and huge. Her ball bag could have held groceries. Yet Amy was the sweetest, most feminine person. She gently washed and massaged Danny’s back as Joli used a fluffy, soothing sponge on Danny’s front. Amy’s ample, hormone-induced, but delicious boobs rubbed against Danny’s back and neck. Joli gently washed Danny’s neglected feet, then his calves, then his thighs.

Danny was experiencing pleasures he had never imagined as the two lovely sweeties attended him. Joli skipped his privates. Danny breathed a bit more easily. He was dangerously close to something and didn’t want to embarrass himself. When Joli finished with Danny’s chest, with lots of time spent on the nipples, they both washed his short hair, giggling about how he would need to grow it quickly or use some ribbons or something. Danny would have signed a confession that he killed Nicole Simpson at that point, so he agreed.

When the hair was rinsed, Danny was asked to stand. He did so and Joli began to clean and clean his privates. Handling them a lot more than necessary. But nicely. Amy cleaned Danny’s buttocks beautifully, then spread his cheeks to give him a thorough cleaning, digging a soapy washcloth and two fingers into his tight hole. Yesterday, Danny would have assaulted anyone even thinking about that. That day, all he did was moan. Joli took that as license. She held Danny’s peener in her hands, kissed the head sweetly, then made a swirling motion with her tongue all around the poor, young boy’s pink crown. Danny squealed most unmanfully. He clenched his anus on Amy’s invading fingers. His eyes watered. And, for the first time, Danny released a full, rich, thick, creamy load of cum into the world. He trembled violently. He whimpered. He saw Joli trying to catch and swallow his hot juice. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad place.

When Danny was somewhat back on earth, Amy asked, "Did you like that, Danny?"

Danny nodded and gasped out a "Yes."

Joli kissed Danny sweetly. "There’s a lot to do today, so we have to shave you now."

Shave? Danny had never…..Oh. He saw what they meant when they lathered up his legs. "Watch carefully," Amy said. "The next time you’ll do it yourself."

It only took a few moments. Joli said, "Can you dry yourself off, Danny? I’m sorry, but Amy is such an angel, I have to…"

Joli embraced Amy hungrily and kissed her with four-alarm passion. They abraded their nearly naked bodies together, rubbing soapy cocks and kissing deeply. As he dried himself. Danny watched in fascination. Limited in time, Joli advanced the proceedings by leaning over the tub and offering her miniscule asshole to Amy’s monster.

As advertised, Joli’s plump, pink butt was one of the planet’s elite. It all seemed to belong to Amy at that moment in history.

Joli begged openly for Amy’s rammer, wiggling her divine ass lewdly. Amy teased her by rubbing her salami between Joli’s perfect pink asscheeks, making Joli whimper and beg some more. Clearly, Joli had lubed herself back there, because Amy entered Joli as if she were a sword in its proper sheath. Joli squealed with pleasure. Danny gasped in amazement. And some fear. What if they overpowered him and attacked him with that firelog? Still, Joli seemed to love every second of her proper fucking. Danny knew that because Joli’s clitty was very big and red and sore looking and then, right after Joli screamed bloody murder, it began spitting sticky girl’s goo.

Joli was shuddering like a girl possessed. Which she was, of course, by a super-sized cock, still banging away, but nearing a very messy climax. Amy’s huge ball bag slapped against Joli’s angelic ass with every thrust. Goodness! Joli was getting hard again. For some reason unknown to Danny, but buried in his DNA, he moved toward the furiously fucking duo and gently took hold of Joli’s cock. He ran his hand up and down it as Amy sped toward her climax. Joli smiled at Danny, then kissed him as he continued his inexpert, but generous frigging of Joli’s pretty little girl. Amy squeaked. Joli gasped. Amy squealed. Joli spasmed. Amy cried out and filled Joli’s thoroughly fucked butt with an ocean of hot cream. Mmmmmmm. Joli kissed Danny harder, then drenched his hand, arm and stomach with her second load of the past ten minutes. Danny didn’t mind the cum on him. He kissed Joli harder. Then he washed himself off.

Is this what life around here is like, Danny asked himself? It could be worse.

The three regained their composure a bit, fixed themselves up and left the bathroom. The girls were fully dressed again. Danny had a pink robe.

A full room of squealing sissies awaited.

They sat Danny in a comfortable chair and Brett took over. "Maria, you do the toes. Missy, the fingernails. Toni, the hair, what there is of it. Lara, the ear piercing. I’ll do what I can with his eyebrows. Then we’ll consult on the make-up."

Amy and Joli were assigned wardrobe duties and were sent off to get Danny’s clothes. Everyone knew they would go somewhere and fuck first. Then again before they returned. They were on the upswing of an incredibly hot sissy love affair and couldn’t resist fucking each other blind. The girls all recognized the symptoms and sympathized.

After an hour and a half of hard work and a lot of questions about Danny’s life so far, the girls were semi-pleased with the results. Danny would be gorgeous, there was no doubt. It would take time and effort, but mostly his cooperation and desire. They didn’t give him the mirror yet. Clothes first.

As the girl with the best legs, Toni had the honor of sliding Danny’s first silky, black stockings up his smooth legs. Danny actually moaned as she did so and was rock hard. Somewhere within Danny, his long-dormant, but powerful sissy gene roused from its long sleep. It told him to enjoy being dressed and he listened. Toni hooked Danny’s first garter belt, stealing loving little touches of his cock and ball bag. Then she gave way to Brett, who hooked his black training bra, then added a pink barrette and small ribbon to his scant hair. Lara helped Danny put on his first skirt, a plaid, pleated, schoolgirl number. Maria helped Danny put on his short-sleeved white pullover top. Amy slipped on a pretty pair of two-inch, clunky heels.

The seven sissy sisters stepped back and admired their new housemate. Danny had to ask, "How do I look?"

Brett smiled, turned a mirror to face Danny, then said, "You tell us."

Oh my goodness! Oh! My! Goodness!

Danny’s throat constricted. Who was that?

His sissy gene spoke to him. "It’s you, Beautiful."

A very pretty, very sexy, very emotional 13-year-old girl was staring back at Danny. Danny cried. He hadn’t cried since he was seven, but Danny cried.

Missy hugged him and he knew it would be all right.

Chapter Four -Joining in

Danny recovered himself a bit and some of his old defenses came back. I’m not a faggot, he reminded himself. I’m wearing this stuff because I have no choice. And the sex, that was OK, because I didn’t blow anyone or take it in the ass. And I’m not going to. Unless they force me. With whips and stuff. But why shouldn’t I enjoy some of it? The stuff feels really good. The nylon and silk and stuff. Especially against my pecker. I’m hard again. And I’ve only been here four hours. Man. Speaking of man, I’m not doing any sex stuff with males. Nothing. Unless they force me. With whips and stuff. And they’d better be big whips. Cause I’m no fag.

That’s what Danny’s brain was telling him. His instinct, especially his roused sissy gene, was saying, "Give in. Accept your true nature. Enjoy a lifetime of silky, soft feminine pleasure. And constant, paralyzing, exquisite sex. Give in."

The lad was seriously conflicted. He was also rampantly curious about what would happen next at the strangest place he would ever be - the Hartleys.

The girls fawned over Danny and acted as if they wanted to have several hours of raw sex with him right then. Danny, of course, was scared that they would attempt that. And scared that they wouldn’t.

Lunchtime interrupted his conundrum. The girls led him shakily, on his two-inch heels, to the dining room. It was a lovely, old venue, with a table that would seat fourteen comfortably. It was set with fresh flowers and careful attention that day.

A nice-looking, pleasant man of 40 years stood at the head of the table. Mrs. Hartley introduced Danny to her husband. Danny managed a semi-sweet smile. It was clear that Mr. Hartley was enchanted with Danny. Was Danny going to have to watch his ass around this guy? Moments later, Mark, the cook, emerged from the kitchen and greeted Danny, giving another leerful once-over. Mark was in his late twenties and like Mr. Hartley, fit and good-looking. Danny noticed, but only a little.

Danny watched for what he should do, and then sat when everyone else did. He was between Toni and Maria. It was Missy and Lara’s day to help in the kitchen, so they brought the food to the table. It was light luncheon fare - salads and other girlie stuff, but it looked good to Danny. When Missy and Lara were seated, Brett led them in prayer. Danny kind of liked that. He wanted to be religious, but hadn’t had much chance. The end of prayer was the signal for all to chat happily.

Maria told Danny that she would help him get his school supplies, because school would start up the next day.

Danny asked where they went to school.

Toni said, "Right here, in the mornings. Mr. Hartley teaches us English, math, social studies and science. In the afternoon, those of us in high school go there for languages, electives and extracurricular activities. He’s a GREAT teacher! We are so ahead of most of those schmoes at the high school."

Danny looked at Mr. Hartley, who smiled back.

"I’m only in 8^th grade. What will I do I the afternoons?"

"Lara’s only in 8^th too. The two of you and Mr. Hartley will do art, music, and extra study, stuff like that. As you develop your interests, the Hartley’s will help you enroll in clubs and teams and stuff. We’re pretty busy with homework and there are lots of little jobs for us in the house. But there’s always plenty of time for sex! I think the job you’ll want most around here is helping to pay the bills. We all love that."

Everyone giggled. Danny wondered.

"After lunch, we all take a sex break," Maria said. "Then I drive everyone to the high school. Hartley girls have been going there for eight years, but we still create a stir every day we arrive. It’s as if they never saw six gorgeous, sex-crazed, stockinged, mini-skirted, babes with bulging panties before."

Danny imagined what a sight that must be. And what was a sex break?

The girls ate quickly and he found out. They took their plates to the kitchen, then paired off with their current lovers - Toni and Lara, Maria and Brett, Amy and Joli - and ran upstairs hand in hand. That left a very nervous Danny with the motherly, but very sexy Missy.

Danny was conscious of the fact that he had hurt Missy earlier that day, and he still felt badly about it. He was also conscious of the fact that he had a very sore stiffie in his panties and a big, penile drool that was making the pretty little things very moist. He was also conscious of the fact that his resolve about sex with anyone other than genetic girls was collapsing rapidly, though he still drew the line at doing anything with boys.

Missy smiled sweetly and said, "If you’d like to have some fun, Danny, we’d better decide quickly. Sex breaks are only half an hour. Maybe you’d like to wait until after school or after dinner. Maybe you don’t like me."

Danny jumped at that, "Oh, no. I like you very much. And I’m so sorry for hurting you. And I want to do something, really. With you. Now, I mean. Uh - what can we do?"

Missy’s smile singed the room. She giggled, grabbed Danny’s hand, and pulled him up the stairs.

Missy pulled her skirt and blouse off. Danny did the same. They stood facing each other in their lovely lingerie. Missy moved forward and embraced Danny sweetly. Another layer of Danny’s lifelong hurt and aggression melted away and was replaced by a layer of feminine gentleness. They kissed. Mmmmm. Danny was ablaze.

Missy rubbed her silk-covered cock against Danny’s panty front. Poor Danny’s panties were soaked with his sticky paste. He purred contentedly and kissed Missy sweetly.

Missy gasped, "You’re a good kisser, Danny. Do you like me a little?"

Danny kissed her again. "More than a little. That feels so good, Missy. You’re so sweet and …..Oh, Missy. I feel funny, I…..Keep doing that, Missy. You’re all wet too."

Missy reached down and pulled Danny’s panties below his ball bag and did the same for herself. She held her clitty and rubbed its soaked tip against Danny’s pink mushroom. Missy swirled her clitty head around Danny’s. Sliding. Mixing goo. Kissing. So sweet. Danny clutched, gave a little whimper and came all over sweet Missy. Missy squealed with delight. She loved making her sister sissies happy. Danny was in rapture. Danny’s hot cum dribbled down Missy’s tummy and triggered her own gooies. All over Danny. Danny trembled.

I think I’ll stay awhile, he thought.

Missy cleaned herself up and ran off to high school with the other five girls. Danny changed his panties and got dressed. They went through a lot of panties at the Hartleys’.

Lara volunteered to give Danny a tour of the Hartley home. It was beautiful. There were ten bedrooms. Each girl had her own room, as did the Hartleys (big room!) and Mark, the cook. Danny was a little wary of his room, since his sissy gene had only been awake for a few hours. It was frilly and girlie and pink. The closets were enormous, but he only had a few things in them. His sissy gene told him that he should change that as soon as possible.

Since today was a school holiday for Lara and Danny, they had a couple of hours to kill until the other girls returned. Danny didn’t have any duties yet and Lara had done hers, so……… Lara suggested that they take a little nap together.

Danny was a little tired, so he agreed; although something told him there wasn’t much sleep involved in a nap in that house. Fortunately, he was right.

Lara and Danny took their skirts, tops, bras and shoes off. They eyed each other carefully. There was a little danger being around the only partially sissied Danny and that excited Lara. She helped him put on the prettiest, filmiest, tiniest white nightie. Then she borrowed a pink one from his drawer and dressed herself.

Danny was a little cutie pie already, Lara thought. He filled the nightie out nicely and his smile had already lost its thuggishness.

Danny was practically panting looking at Lara. She was even prettier than when he had seen her naked, with Toni sucking her cock that morning. Danny remembered what Mrs. Hartley had said about Lara being a model. The reasons were obvious. She was an eleven! Mrs. Hartley had also mentioned that Lara’s cum was the sweetest tasting. No way Danny would confirm that. Nope. Danny would live here for a while and dress sissy if he had to. He would do some sex things with these "girls," but not things on the gay list. If only he had a handbook so he would know for sure about that list and where the line that he shouldn’t cross was.

Anyway, Lara had propped up two pillows against Danny’s headboard and was sitting up with her back on the headboard and her legs straight out. Oh, man, were they beautiful legs. In pretty stockings. He could see Lara’s toenail polish through her stockings. He joined her in bed, assuming a similar position to her left. Lara smiled at him and he darned near creamed his panties. Lara scooted up and pulled her panties down just below her pretty pink ball bag. Not wishing to commit any faux pas, Danny did the same. Lara flipped her nightie back to expose her rampant cock. Danny gulped when he saw it - long and pink, ending in a pretty point, rather than a mushroom. It drooled a bit of goo and Danny drooled saliva.

Fear gripped Danny. Was he turning gay already? Or was he just realizing his destiny?

Danny exposed his little doodle. It was small, but very stiff and the tip was very gooey.

"It’s very pretty, Danny," the angelic Lara said. Then, with one motion, she reached over to tickle his peeny and kiss his mouth. Danny was in rapture! He tried to study her kissing technique, because she sure seemed good at it. She had a warm, soft way about her with a penis as well. Tentatively, Danny reached for Lara’s little charmer. He gripped it lightly as he kissed her. She purred. He held the shaft with four fingers and rubbed her goo around the head with his thumb. Nice move, Danny.

Lara gave Danny a great lesson in toungey kissing. In concert with a spectacular handjob, poor Danny was destined to cum sooner, not later. He held on for ten glorious minutes, and then surprised himself and Lara by making his first girlish whimper and spurting four creamy globs all over his pretty nightie and Lara’s hand. She was so loving to him. Saying sweet things. Making it good for him. Danny did one of the few unselfish things in his life. He kept frigging sweet Lara’s pricklet and kissing until she joined him in Cumland. Danny actually felt better giving her pleasure than he did getting it.

A young fellow can only have so many breakthroughs in one day. Exhausted, he fell asleep.

One hour later, Danny dreamed that he was in a pretty garden filled with beautiful girls. They were all dressed like sweet angels and Danny was too. He felt so wonderful. He felt contented and happy. He also felt as if his cock were being sucked!

That’s because it was. Lara had awakened first and the perfect doll of love was bobbing up and down on Danny’s doodle. She smiled sweetly when she saw he was awake. Then she gave a series of long, wet licks up the shaft and onto the head of Danny’s cock. Ohhhhhhh! Danny liked it at the Hartleys’.

Lara knew her craft. She tongued Danny’s peehole expertly, then swirled her tongue around and around the head, moaning softly with the pleasure of giving pleasure.

Despite his many cums already that day, Danny’s eyes were wide, his nipples were erect and his balls were on fire as he watched the world’s prettiest teenager worship his teeny pole. He whimpered girlishly yet again, arched his back and HEAVED a cumstorm into Lara’s sensuous mouth. Mmmmm. Lara licked the cream up like a little kitty cat. Then she moved up to kiss Danny on his sweet mouth. Danny probably swallowed some of his own cum, but he was willing to let that go as a gay no-no. After five minutes of luscious kissing, Danny saw that poor Lara had a big stiffie. What was he to do? He couldn’t suck her off. (Gay) Wanking her seemed little compensation for what she had just given him.

Danny said, "Lara. I…."

Lara understood. "It’s OK, Danny. You’ll get over that gay nonsense soon enough. I’m OK. Anyway, the high school girls are home. I’ll just go see Toni and give her my stiff willie up her delicious ass."

Danny was relieved as he kissed her goodbye. But also a little disappointed. And envious.

Mrs. Hartley came by and asked how Danny’s first day had gone.

"Very well, thank you, Mrs. Hartley.’

Oh my, Mrs. Hartley thought. He’s using his manners. It’s amazing what several bone-crushing orgasms and the prospect of thousands more will do to enforce good behavior.

She helped Danny clean up, fix his make up and dress for dinner.

At dinner, the girls were all full of news of their days. No one was so full of herself that the others were left out. Everyone wanted to know what Danny thought.

"I think I’ll like it here a lot,’ he said.

The girls all went over and kissed Danny sweetly, one after the other.

That evening, the girls spent most of their time on homework. At bedtime, Mrs. Hartley came by and said that Danny had had enough excitement for the first day and that he would be sleeping alone that night. Danny looked a little disappointed. She promised Danny that he would have a companion every night after that, if he wanted one. Then she shocked Danny by giving him a world-class blowjob. "To calm you down so you can sleep," she said. And she even swallowed it all. No foster mother had ever done THAT for him before. Mrs. Hartley was a babe. And she almost took his head off with that fellatio supremo.

One would think that Danny would have had enough for that day. One would be wrong.

Danny dozed off for a bit, but woke up an hour later with his cock as hard as iron. So, he decided to sneak around and see what was happening.

He expected to find Amy and Joli hard at it, with Amy’s big cock plowing Joli’s pretty butt, but he was wrong. Amy was in her room, with the door closed. Lots of sounds were coming through the door. Fucking sounds. Squishing and moaning and panting. And something else. A man’s groans! Danny slowly opened the door to peek. A 50-ish man was on his knees on Amy’s bed, pushing his good-sized cock in and out of Amy’s delicious butt. Amy was enjoying it immensely or was an amazing actress. She was on all fours and the man was giving her a lively frigging as he fucked her. Her hair was damp and mussed. They had obviously at it for some time and showed little sign of stopping. Then Danny froze because Amy screamed. He thought he had been spotted, but what happened was that Amy’s whopper was evicting industrial-strength goo onto an already saturated pillow. The man smiled at the pleasure he was able to give the lovely Amy, then joined her in heaven, cumming hard into her fine rectum.

Danny silently eased his way out. He went to the next room and found Joli on her knees sucking the cock of a mid-40ish man. Who was lying on his back and smiling blissfully. Joli was skilled at her art and the man was very happy. He was calling her sweet baby and other loving things. Danny noticed fresh flowers in a vase and a big red, wrapped package. Then Danny recognized the man. It was Mr. Baxter, who owned the biggest grocery store chain in town. What was he doing here? At that moment, he was groaning and shooting a quart of hot cum down Joli’s lovely throat. Danny eased out again.

Why were those older men sleeping with the girls?

Next door, he saw something that curled his toes. Brett and Maria were on a plane of a higher sexual existence. Danny remembered that they were the girls with the biggest real boobs, having begun hormones. Those lovely pillows, along with the rest of their naked bodies, were covered with a quart of warm baby oil and another quart of cum. The two beauties had slathered each other with oil and had been rubbing and kissing and fucking and cumming for two hours. They had become slaves to their lust, having gone beyond mere sexual satisfaction into pure pleasure. Even though their cocks appeared to be completely spent, they were rubbing them feverishly against each other’s bodies, kissing each other deeply with full tongue.

Danny had never seen such an open display of animal lust before and despite himself, he groaned. That seemed to break the sexual spell between Brett and Maria. They looked over at him through unfocused eyes. Danny looked back in some fear. Brett and Maria were panting with exhaustion and the smell of sex hung pungent in the air. Danny was almost fainting with arousal. The tableau stood frozen. Then Maria held out her hand toward Danny and moaned. Danny hesitated only an instant, and then walked quickly to the bed, peeling his nightie over his head as he padded in his pretty bare feet.

Danny stood naked next to the magnificent, big-boobed, gorgeous, big-cocked, naked, sexually charged, she-male sissies and hopped onto the bed, lying on his back. Maria kissed him, driving her tongue into his mouth. Brett grabbed the bottle of baby oil and began to massage Danny with it from his toes, up his legs, to his thighs. Danny was only human. When Brett rubbed her slick, oily, cummy titties on Danny’s chest as she massaged his inner thighs with oil, Danny blew a new pearl necklace for Brett, all around her pretty neck. Ohhhhhhhhhh. How was he going to survive living there, he wondered. They would kill him with sex.

What a way to go.

Brett began to rub Danny’s cum from her neck all over his chest. So decadent. So dirty. So sexy that the pretty boy got rock hard all over again. He kissed Maria’s cummy/oily boobies, sucking one very nicely. She moaned. Then she straddled Danny’s stiffie and sat on it. Whoaaaaa! Danny’s first sissyfuck arrived without ceremony, but a lot of heat. Brett kissed Danny as Maria bounced on his little poker. From the way she was moaning, one would think he had a firelog for a cock. Brett rubbed her half-stiff cock against Danny’s warm, oily thigh and moaned loudly. Maria’s ass muscles were gripping and massaging Danny’s cock until finally his gut WRENCHED and he shot four big hot globs into Maria’s lovely sissypleaser pit. Maria sobbed and somehow came once again, drooling watery dribbles from her defeated clitty. Brett spasmed hard and bedewed Danny’s thigh with her watery blobs.

They exchanged soft kisses and fell asleep in a heap of sissies.

Chapter Five - Day Two

The next morning at six, Danny woke up next to a lightly snoring Maria and a quietly sleeping Brett. They looked like angels. Well-fucked angels.

He felt yucky and decided to go back to his room for a shower. Alone. So he slipped on his nightie and left the room. On his way back, Danny looked over the second-floor railing and had a clear view of the front door. Something strange was going on.

Amy was inside the front door hungrily kissing the man Danny had seen her entertaining the previous evening. She had a pretty pink peignoir set that included pink stockings and pink four-inch-heeled mules. The man was completely dressed, except for his exposed cock, which Amy was massaging as she kissed him. The man’s willie stayed soft, testifying to the fun he had surely had with Amy. She smiled sweetly, kissed his cock right on the head, stuffed it into his pants, zipped him, and then kissed him goodbye once again. How odd!

Amy left and Joli and Mr. Baxter, the grocery mogul, took their place at the front door. Joli kissed Mr. Baxter very sexily and pulled out his cock. Two soft passes of her delicate hand and Mr. Baxter was rock hard. Joli clapped her hands and giggled, then, holding on to a nearby table, she bent and offered her magnificent ass for Mr. Baxter’s loving attention. He moved quickly into position and fucked her mightily for ten minutes, reaching around to massage her clitty into two stunning orgasms, then lurched and came himself. Mr. Baxter withdrew, gave Joli’s spunky butt a good licking, kissed her and allowed her to stuff his drooping champion back in his pants. One more kiss sent Mr. Baxter on his merry way.

But the show wasn’t over. Missy brought a very nice-looking, thirty-something man to the front door. They were kissing and teasing like the lovers they were. Missy was in a black cami, with lacy black garter belt, silky black stockings and five-inch stiletto mules. The man was saying things that made Missy giggle and call him a bad boy. Then she pulled out his cock, which was very stiff. She got on her pretty knees and sucked and licked the man so lovingly and skillfully that he trembled, then came in four creamy globs all over her pretty face. Missy giggled at that, then licked his balls until he was diamond-hard again. She bent over what must have been the house "fucking table," then shook with delight as he entered her tight, wet hole. Danny could hear the man praising her beauty and her femininity and Missy was eating it up. When he told her he loved her, she came a bucket, hurling sperm a good three feet and gripping his cock so sexily that he joined her in bliss. That fucked the man out. He was limp and satisfied when Missy kissed him and sent him on his way.

Danny wondered how they could do it. The other sissies. Just let men do things to them like that. Still. It didn’t seem that they disliked it in the least. Well, he wasn’t about to do any of that.

But he sure did enjoy the show.

Danny barely had time to get ready for breakfast and his first day of school. He didn’t have the makeup thing quite down, but a freshly fucked, yet dressed-and-together Missy stopped by to help him just in time.

He had to ask Missy about what he had seen that morning.

Missy blushed a little and said, "It's Mrs. Hartley's first rule, Danny. No male guest ever leaves our home with a stiff cock. It's just basic manners."

An interesting rule. Danny was glad he wouldn't have to enforce it.

Danny was getting around in two-inch heels and was doing very well. It was clear to all that he was a born sissy.

The girls ate quickly at breakfast. They all looked happy in the way that a fresh fucking makes one. Then it was off to the classroom.

Mr. Hartley was a no-nonsense teacher, but had a good sense of humor and knew how to get students to learn. The girls adored him.

He welcomed Danny to their class. "It’s a good thing that it’s only the beginning of September, Honey," he said to Danny. "You haven’t missed too much."

No man had ever called Danny "Honey" before. He kind of liked it.

The instruction in math and English was individualized and went on from 8:30 to 10. At ten, they took a half hour break, which the girls laughingly called a "sex recess." They started to pair off to go upstairs. Danny was looking for his fellow 8^th grader Lara. He was hoping for a quick slap and tickle with her, but Toni said that Lara was getting tutoring from Mr. Hartley.

Tutoring, Danny thought. Lara’s very smart. I’ll fall behind if I don’t ask for tutoring. Danny decided to go ask Mr. Hartley right then. He went back to his office, knocked once, and then pushed the door in.

What he saw was not what he expected.

Lara had removed her dress, her heels and her tiny panties. Mr. Hartley was in a straight, armless chair. Lara was sitting in his lap, her back to him, and her stockinged feet on his thighs. Mr. Hartley was naked from the waist down and his cock was jammed up Lara’s fine ass. She was bouncing up and down on his cock and squealing lustily. When they saw Danny, they didn’t stop fucking. They asked Danny politely if he could come back later. He backed out ashamedly.

Danny realized yet again, that this was a culture unlike any other. It made him feel special.

Danny’s day progressed well. He had a sweet interlude with Lara after lunch. Then Mrs. Hartley removed them from afternoon classes a few minutes early to take Danny shopping for clothes. Lara came along for the ride.

Danny was terrified to be out in the world in his sissy clothes. His skirt was very short. His heels were very high. His hair was too short and the ribbon and barrette made him look more like a sissy than a girl. Walking from the mall parking lot to The Fredman Girl and its shop within a shop, Ginger’s Intimates, Danny felt the hot stares of boys and men.

Danny thought, well, I’m not a faggot, so you can just forget it. But even he had to admit that some of them were cute.

Mrs. Hartley took Lara and Danny into The Fredman Girl and went straight to the owner’s office. Lara seemed to already know Mr. Fredman well, but Mrs. Hartley introduced Danny to him. Danny’s jaw dropped. Mr. Fredman was Amy’s overnight guest! The one who couldn’t get it up for a last tango at the door.

Suddenly, it was clear. Paying the bills! Mr. Baxter gave the Hartley’s free groceries in exchange for the favors of the girls. Mr. Fredman gives the girls free clothing. Oh! Oh! Danny was terrified. Would he have to "entertain" Mr. Fredman for his frillies? He felt sick to his stomach.

Mrs. Hartley deduced why Danny had turned pale. She leaned over to him and whispered, "None of our sissies, including you, have to engage in nonconsensual sex. If you want to pay bills, you will. But you won’t have to."

 

Danny smiled timidly at Mrs. Hartley and thanked her. Then Mrs. Hartley, Danny and Lara, went on a world-class shopping spree. Danny would be very well dressed indeed. He selected lots of pretty things, including at least 40 pairs of panties. He loved panties, especially the thong ones.

Mrs. Hartley encouraged the young ones to get the thong panties while they had the ass for it. Although the thongs were never really designed to contain a sissy’s goody package, men loved seeing a girl in a thong. Especially with a pretty, pink ball bag spilling over the sides.

Danny got all kinds of divine lingerie, as well as twenty pairs of shoes and lots of skirts, dresses and tops. Mr. Fredman smiled sweetly. He knew that this meant twenty or so nights of heaven on earth for him. Maybe with Danny. Mmmmmmm.

Lara selected a few things while she was there -- ten pairs of sexy panties, some frilly nighties and some cute dresses. She spent some time giggling and flirting with Mr. Fredman.

Danny asked Lara on the way home, "Have you ever, you know, with Mr. Fredman?"

Lara looked at Danny as if he had two heads. "Of course, silly. I love pretty things and I don't expect Mrs. Hartley to pay for them. She gets so little from the government for taking care of us and she and Mr. Hartley treat us like princesses."

Danny felt a pang of guilt for taking without giving, something he would have been very comfortable with only two days earlier. Still. Sex with Mr. Fredman?

"What's it like to have sex with Mr. Fredman?" Danny asked.

"Oh, he's very loving and nice. And very grateful. He truly loves us girls. And it's so easy to make him happy. He's only good for a few cums a night, but he's given me ten or twelve. He really puts out the effort."

Danny formed the picture in his mind. Then quickly erased it.

Chapter Six -- The New Girl

The next three days were filled with sex, learning about sex, dressing and learning about dressing. Danny sucked no cocks and his butt was off limits. He did, however, plow the lovely butts of Missy, Joli and Toni, and have his cock expertly sucked by each of the seven lovelies.

Friday night was reserved as a night of no dates and no gentleman callers. The girls put on their nighties and gathered after dinner in Maria's room, discussed their week and bonded with each other.

Missy asked Danny how he liked it at the Hartleys'. The girls eagerly anticipated his answer.

"I think I'm the luckiest boy, girl, sissy, whatever I am, in the world. I'm happy for the first time in my life."

The girls hugged and kissed him. All eight, including Danny, were weeping with affection.

"I just have one question," Danny said, looking at Missy. "Why don't I have a girl's name?"

The girls whooped with joy. Lara jumped up and ran for Mrs. Hartley.

Lara and Mrs. Hartley came running into the bedroom. Mrs. Hartley had obviously been entertaining Mr. Hartley. Or perhaps Mark, the cook. Or both. Cum was running down the insides of both her thighs as she pulled on her black peignoir. She asked Danny, "Do you want a girl's name, Danny?"

Danny thought. "I want one very much," Danny said.

"Do you want to be called a girl and treated like a girl?"

"I do."

The girls all squealed their enthusiastic approval.

"What would you want your girl's name to be, Danny?"

Oh. Danny thought. "I like Amanda."

The girls cheered, then they hugged and kissed Danny.

 

"We have a ceremony when a new girl joins us," Mrs. Hartley said. "The new girl kisses the clitty head of each of the current girls. Then the new girl gets her new name."

Everyone studied Danny. He smiled and got on his stockinged knees. Missy pulled her panties down and offered her cock for Danny to kiss. Instead, he swirled his tongue around the velvet head. Missy moaned in surprise and delight. Danny slowly kissed up and down Missy's shaft, tickled her balls, and gave her cockhead another proper licking and a kiss. Missy squealed with happiness. The other girls took their turns and Danny gave them all a sweet thrill.

When he finished with Lara, he started to get up, but Mrs. Hartley said, "One more."

Danny was puzzled. Then Mrs. Hartley pulled down her panties and a big, ripe, juicy cock sprang out.

Oh my!

Danny took the pretty poker in his mouth and licked it for all he was worth. Mrs. Hartley smiled and moaned softly. She had been very excited by her husband fucking her beautifully, followed by the stimulation of watching Danny lovingly suck his new sisters. She didn't mean to, but she felt a big load moving toward free air. She squealed out a warning to Danny, but he kept sucking. Then he took his first big, hot, cummy, facial load. The girls gasped. Would Danny be upset? Instead, he smiled and giggled. And Amanda was born.

Chapter Seven -- Amanda's First Day

The next morning was Saturday and it began very well for Amanda. She awoke next to Lara and Toni, who had given her a lovely night. Amanda adored sucking her sissy sister's pretty cocks and they returned the favor eagerly.

There was no school that day, but that didn't mean an all day orgy. Rats.

As they did every Saturday in the fall, the girls were going to the high school football game. And they insisted that Amanda go with them.

No one knew anything about football. They were sissies! But they knew a lot about boys and there would be lots of them there.

Amanda was reluctant. She knew her short hair made her an obvious sissy. And her new four-inch heels and protruding butt would make boys and men cream in their pants. She didn't want that. Oh, no.

The Hartley girls arrived at the game fifteen minutes before kickoff. The girls drew the boys like flies, but Amanda wanted no part of that scene. She just demurely took her seat, folding her tan-stockinged legs under her.

Boys approached her in waves. She repulsed each. Why were males fatally attracted to pretty sissies?

The game began. Amanda noticed that one of the players, number 12, kept looking over his shoulder at her. That was silly. His coach would be mad at him, she thought.

She looked up number 12 in the program. Keith Roberts, sophomore and second-string quarterback. He kept looking. He was kind of cute. He hadn't gotten all sweaty and dirty like the boys who had actually played. At halftime, he came over to Amanda and said hello. That was brazen, but she kind of liked it. A little.

By the second half, Amanda suspected that her sissy sisters were under the stands giving blowjobs to their boyfriends. Or worse! That Keith boy gave her a little wave. She waved back, and then regretted it. She was such a little tramp.

The high school was losing by ten points going into the fourth quarter when their quarterback was injured. Oh my. Amanda's little heart fluttered. Keith was going in. He waved at her as he ran on the field. She waved back and even cheered. Keith was a wild man. He threw for two touchdowns and ran for another as he led the Fighting Fishmongers to an eleven-point victory! Amanda was very excited. Even Lara had slowed down her quest for cock and joined Amanda in the stands. After the game, Keith ran over and said, "I did it all for you, Amanda. Can I call you?"

Against her better judgment, Amanda said yes. Enthusiastically. And her clitty was stiff and leaking goo in her new, silky panties. For a boy. Was she losing her grip?

Chapter Eight -- Good Police Work

Keith called Amanda several times and they had nice, sweet conversations. She agreed to go out for pizza after the game that next Saturday. Amanda was wary, but knew she would allow no funny stuff.

On Wednesday morning, Toni told the girls that she was tired of Mark the cook not making grits anymore.

"He knows I like them for breakfast and he’s just being a butt," she said. Then she got up and went into the kitchen to confront Mark.

As Mrs. Hartley always said, you get more grits with sissypussy than you do with harsh words. OK, that’s a paraphrase. But Toni came out of the kitchen twenty minutes later with a squishy butt and a big smile. Grits were served every breakfast for the whole time Toni lived at the Hartleys’.

At lunch, Missy announced that she was feeling poorly. Sissies get sick too. So she was excused from going to high school that afternoon. Mr. Hartley had an errand, so afternoon school was cancelled. Mrs. Hartley had to take Lara to the dentist for a toothache.

That left Amanda and a sick Missy in the house alone. Amanda loved Missy. She tucked her into bed and read to her. It was all very serene until Missy startled Amanda by shouting out, "Oh, no! Oh, no! Today’s Amy’s birthday and I forgot to get her the card we’ll all sign."

Poor Missy began to weep. Amanda didn’t know what to do. Then she asked, "Can I get the card?"

Missy brightened, "Could you? The Hallmark store is only four blocks from here. If you leave now, you’ll be back in plenty of time. Oh, thank you, thank you. I would kiss you, but, germs, you know."

In truth, Amanda was a little scared. She hadn’t gone anywhere alone, and the neighborhood wasn’t Scarsdale. But she couldn’t stand to see Missy in torment.

Amanda got detailed instructions about where to go and what to buy. She put five dollars in her tiny, heart-shaped, sissy purse, kissed Missy goodbye, and set off.

It was no picnic walking four blocks each way in four-inch heels. And she didn’t much like the looks she got from some of the local men. But she got to the store, made her purchase and started back, without incident. Until she was halfway home.

From nowhere, four mean-looking older boys surrounded her.

"Hey, sissy-faggot," the pack leader said. "What’ve you got in those panties?"

Amanda was scared. Very scared. But there was still enough Danny in her that she said, "Nothing you’ll ever see, pee-wee dick."

Whoaaaa! That enraged the chief mutt and he pulled a knife. He menaced her with it and said, "Maybe I cut your dick down to size a little, faggot."

Now Amanda was really scared. The four thugs closed in on her. She screamed for help.

Shockingly, it arrived. Officer Mike Flanagan was nearby when he heard the scream. He ran upon the scene, assessed the situation and took action. He pulled out his nightstick and whacked the backs of the chief mutt’s legs. The knife-wielding creep collapsed. Then he went after the other three. They ran off like dogs, carrying their leader away.

It happened so fast that Amanda hadn’t even had a chance to cry. Now she did. Sobbing hard. Officer Mike took her in his arms to comfort her. He was very handsome, she thought. And so manly. He was very strong and buff too.

Mike knew that Amanda could only live at the sissy paradise. He had never been inside, but its delights were well known to the local police, who always kept an eye on the place and were rewarded beautifully for their efforts.

The kind, 28-year-old patrolman helped Amanda gather her purse and the birthday card and half-carried her home. Mrs. Hartley and Lara had returned and they were distraught to see Amanda suffering. Mike carried her up the front steps. Amanda asked Mike to come into the house with her. Together, they told Mrs. Hartley, Lara and a guilt-ridden Missy what had happened. Eventually, Amanda calmed down. She thanked Officer Mike sweetly and expected him to leave. But Mrs. Hartley rightly pointed out three things to Amanda.

Since Amanda had invited Mike in, he was her male guest.

He had a very large bulge in his police-regulation blue trousers.

And as we know, no male guest leaves the Hartleys’ with an erection.

Oh!

What was Amanda to do?

She would have to bring this, this man to some sort of orgasm to get him out of here. How gay! But he had saved her. He was a very nice man. But a man. Very handsome. With a big bulge.

Mrs. Hartley made a sensible suggestion. "Take him to your room, dear. Undress to your stockings, undies and heels. Make him happy. He deserves it."

Oh!

She couldn’t.

But she would have to.

Timidly, she led Mike to her room. He smiled sweetly at her as he removed all his clothes. The cheeky man! Presumptuous! And very hunky. Nicely hairy. Very manly. And an incredible, eight-inch, uncut masterpiece between his legs.

Following instructions, Amanda stripped. Mike’s eyes glowed. And his equipment was on full alert.

I guess I could toss him off or something, she thought. Then things got a little out of control.

Mike picked her up in the bride-across-the-threshold carry and took her to her bed. Then, still holding her aloft, he kissed her.

Oh!

Amanda’s tiny weenie was harder than it had ever been. And drooling. She was fatally excited, but scared. What was going to happen to her? She had no control. This big, strong man was going to have his way with her. She was helpless.

Mike didn’t wait long to prove that surmise correct. He gently laid her on her bed on her tummy, and then knelt at the foot of the bed. Then he spread her legs and drew her crotch to his mouth. Mike ignored her distressed clitty. Instead, he plunged his tongue into her virgin asshole. Ohhhhhhhh!!! Red alert.

Amanda’s squealed like the world’s biggest sissy. Then, with every ounce her being in surrender to the man eating her ass, she came! Good golly, did she cum. A bucket. A river. And it almost ripped her gut out.

But he didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. He kept licking and digging. She squealed and squirmed. She was in Heaven’s high-rent district. She felt another cum on the way and it SLAMMED into her, almost paralyzing her. And still Mike ate. She began to sob and moan.

Mike stopped, thinking he might be hurting her. Then he knew it was only total, hypnotic lust. He joined her on the bed, flipped her on her back, and began to kiss her. She kissed back ravenously, almost biting his lips off. Mike eased two talented fingers into her ass. She gasped and sobbed. Then kissed him harder.

Mike found her prostate and massaged it for the first time in her life. Her third orgasm in fifteen minutes almost took her head off.

Mike could only hear a tiny mumble. What was she saying? "What is it, Honey," he asked?

"Fuck me, please," Amanda gasped. "Fuck me.’

Mike’s big boy was ready. He mounted her, overshadowing her little body. He held the wet tip of his dark monster at the anus and smiled at Amanda. She begged to be fucked, yet again.

The gentleman complied. He pushed. It slid all the way in. Amanda screamed in ecstasy!

In a different part of the house, Lara stopped sucking Mrs. Hartley’s clitty long enough to ask, "What was that?"

"That’s the last of Amanda’s maleness leaving her body, Lara. Good riddance."

Lara smiled and continued her moist, skillful sucking.

Two hours later, when the high school girls arrived home, they were surprised when Lara met them and shushed them into a spot where they could all watch the front door without being seen.

They gasped, and then giggled when they saw an obviously well fucked Amanda lead a handsome young policeman in uniform to the front door. Mike’s protruding cock was strictly non-regulation.

Following house rules, Amanda fell to her knees and worshiped Mike’s excellent cock, much to his delight and the delight of the onlookers (who were rubbing each other up a bit as they watched).

Amanda purred and giggled with pleasure as Mike blew a huge load into her face. What a sissy she was! Then she bent over the well-placed table, pulled her panties down, and wiggled her ass for one more good fucking. Miraculously, Mike reached back into his reserves and produced another stiffie. He fucked Amanda slowly and very effectively. He told her she was an angel of love and she smiled. He told her she was beautiful and she grunted. He told her he was going to think of no one but her and she blew her last load. She was soft and it sort of trickled out. Watery. But her body told her it was a huge orgasm.

This fucking of males may be something Amanda wanted to pursue.

Mike had reached the last round up. Amanda thought, maybe one more fuck, but he was limp and spent. And he had to go. They kissed and she massaged his pork. He managed a quarter-stand, but that was all. He left, with promises of undying devotion. Amanda made no such promises. She had her sissy sisters. A date with Keith on Saturday. And it was time to begin helping with the bills, after all.

Amanda thought she heard some rustling. She looked upstairs and there were all her sisters, smiling and delighted. They ran down the stairs, giggling, then grabbed Amanda in celebration of her new status as a full sissygirl. It was a sweet moment for the inhabitants of one of the happiest places on earth.

Chapter Nine -- First Date

Suddenly, Amanda saw her imminent date with Keith in a whole new light. In fact, in the past ten days, her life had entered a different plane of existence.

She had gone from sullen, unloved, anonymous, unwillingly virginal boy to vivacious, adored, attractive, sexpot girl in very little time.

She was adjusting well, thanks to a fantastic support group and her innate good nature and femininity. She was also a babe. A mega-babe. And a naturally exquisite piece of ass.

Amanda very much wanted to explore her new self. There were thousands of males more than willing to assist.

The first lucky winner was Keith. The boy was clearly smitten by Amanda's intense feminine charms. He called her every day and spoke to her for at least 30 minutes. They found they had many common interests in music, art and games. They appeared to be made for each other.

Since Keith was only a sophomore, he didn't drive. He and Amanda discussed the logistics of their date and decided that Keith's Dad could drop him off at the Hartleys' and they could enjoy their pizza and a video. And maybe other stuff. Mrs. Hartley called Keith's Mom and ensured her that Amanda's foster mother and father would be present at all times and the kids would be carefully supervised. Which was true, more or less.

Of course this was all to occur after the game. The Hartley sissies dolled themselves to the nines, as always, and made their usual mega-entrance to the stadium. Amanda could see Keith searching the stands for her. His smile when he saw her would melt steel. Oh, my, she thought. That boy wants me.

The coach decided to start Keith in that week's game and, with Amanda cheering his every breath, he was superman. He threw five touchdown passes and his team won 49-13!

Amanda didn't understand it all, but she knew she had a stiffie that was dripping every time she looked at Keith. He looked for her at least 100 times during the game. She blew kisses and gave him a 1,000-watt smile, a thumbs-up or something every time.

After the game, Keith had to go into that smelly locker room with all those beefy lads. Amanda had to go home to dress for her date.

Amanda, with the help of her sissy sisters, primped and preened. Missy had to suck her off to calm her down, but they managed to manicure, pedicure and make her up to a glowing teen sexiness. Her perfume would drive men insane and start a civil war in an undeveloped country. The sisters dressed her in tan, seamed stockings with reinforced heels and toes. Very retro, but very sexy. A white, lacy garter belt and bra. White thong panties with a lacy pouch for her pink goodies. A 13-inch black mini. A pink pullover top. And her first five-inch strappy stiletto sandals. She was incredible.

Keith arrived with his Dad precisely at six and almost had a seizure when he saw Amanda. She kissed him chastely on the cheek as Mrs. Hartley stood at the door and asked Keith's Dad to come back for him around 9:30. "We'll have coffee and talk for an hour or so," she told Mr. Roberts. "I like to know the parents of my girls' dates.

A cursory glance at Mrs. Hartley convinced Scott Roberts that he would like to get to know her a lot better as well. Was she flirting with him? He certainly hoped so.

 

Amanda and Keith ran hand in hand to the dining room, where Amanda introduced Keith to Missy and Lara. The other girls had already left with their dates. Missy's and Lara's boys were on their way. Keith was very polite to the two stunning beauties, but it was very clear that he only had eyes for Amanda. A keeper, that boy!

The two young sweethearts ate a slice of pizza each, and then went into the family room to turn on the almost-never-used television. (Why watch life when you can live it?) Keith put his arm around Amanda and was about to kiss her for the first time when Mrs. Hartley came in. Busted! Keith thought. He pulled his arm away. Why was Amanda giggling?

Mrs. Hartley said, "You kids don't want to watch that horrid box. Amanda, why don't you take Keith to your room and show him everything you have?"

Keith wondered, does that mean what I think it does? Nah. But Amanda's smile seemed to promise erotic delights.

Amanda grabbed Keith's hand. They bid a polite farewell to Mrs. Hartley and bounded upstairs, entering Amanda's frilly boudoir. Keith was still reeling from the smell of her perfume when he almost kissed her downstairs. He almost fainted when she said, "I love my room, but it's so hot in here. Why don't you take your shirt and pants off?"

Wow. Keith had kissed a few girls, but had never gone further. Something was missing with girls. He didn't know what, exactly, but he saw that Amanda had it. It was, he believed, femininity.

As Keith removed his trousers, he asked Amanda, "But, what about Mrs. Hartley?"

Amanda smiled. "She knows exactly what we're doing, sweetie. And she couldn't be happier."

Wow. Amanda removed her miniskirt and slip and her top, standing there in her lingerie and heels. Keith gasped and said, "Oh my goodness. You're the most beautiful sight I've ever seen."

Amanda glowed. Then she pouted her lips at Keith for a kiss.

Keith closed the distance between them and took her in his strong arms. She felt warm and soft and girlish. And smelled like a flowerbed in heaven. He kissed her and the world went away for both of them. There was only that kiss. The soft bliss of four lips touching.

Keith ran his strong hands over Amanda's silken back. Very softly. The hairs on Amanda's arms stood on end. He cupped her soft, pretty butt with first one hand, then two. Mmmm. Kissing her all the while. It was so different than when Amanda's sissy sisters made love to her. That was very nice too, but different. She liked being handled by a strong, virile boy. A quarterback, no less. A winning quarterback!

Keith slipped his left hand into the back of her wispy panties. What a naughty boy. Wasn't that fortunate?

He rubbed her soft, fleshy globe as he kissed her, then reached in to massage its twin sister. The bad boy just about had her panties off! What was she to do? She wiggled to make it easier for him. Slowly, he peeled her precious panties off, gently lifting them over Amanda's hot little stiffie. It was very aroused. Amanda was panting with excitement and they were still in the early stages of foreplay. Keith gripped a soft buttcheek in each hand and held her close to him. She could feel her clitty rub against his cock through his boxers. She gasped when his Johnson escaped from the opening and rubbed bare cock-to-cock with her. He felt so big and stiff and hot and hard to her. She would have to do a full equipment inspection within the next few minutes.

Amanda had two free hands, so she used one to grasp Keith's cock. Keith moaned when she stroked him.

"Let's get on the bed," she croaked.

They did so, lying on their sides facing each other. They stole little kisses. Then Keith went for his prize. Amanda's nipples. That surprised the little sweetie and she said, "But Keith, I don't have any titties yet."

Keith responded by unhooking her bra and licking and sucking each nipple until she was in full sexual distress. She had no idea that would feel any kind of good, let alone earth shattering. And the bad boy was skinning her pricklet up and down as he worshiped her puffy treasures. She started to say, "Keith, if you don't stop that soon, I'll have a very messy orgasm." But all she said was, "Keithhhhhhhhh," followed by a squeal and the release of a good eight ounces of hot, girlish cream. Keith licked and sucked her boobies all during her cum and even took some of her goo and rubbed it around and around her pretty red nipples. Swirling. Teasing. Then he licked all her cummy mess right off her titty bumps. Oh.

She had to find a way to repay him. And quickly. She would suck his cock. Good plan. But wait. Why was he putting the rest of her goo on his fingers and rubbing it all around her anal opening? It felt SO good when he entered her with his cummy fingers. He was getting her so hot. Was he going to fuck her already? Young men are so impatient. Officer Mike didn't fuck her for at least 15 minutes. Oh, wait; it's 16 minutes already. OK.

Keith removed his boxers and his undershirt. He held her heels-and-stockings-clad body next to his and kissed her. "I'm going to fuck you now, sweetheart." A statement, not a question.

"OK," she said in a submissive voice. She turned over on her side and spooned her butt against his big boy. Amanda knew the drill, but Keith was a virgin. She helped him by grabbing her new short friend and aiming him at just the right spot. All Keith had to do was push his way into Eden's door. He did. She squeaked. He moaned. They fucked.

For fifteen frantic, clawing, screaming, pillow-biting minutes, Keith plowed Amanda's world-class butt. Amanda came twice. Would he still respect her in the morning? Maybe not, but he would definitely want her ass many more times.

After more than 300 exquisite strokes, Keith felt his favorite visitor on his way. He trembled. He pushed. He told Amanda she was the sexiest girl in the galaxy. She came for the third time and screamed loudly enough to wake people at a bad opera. Keith fired the load of his young life into his Love's pretty tushie. His toes exploded. His eyelids ached. He saw the future, the present and the past. He was heaving harder than he had in scoring five touchdowns that afternoon. Sex was better.

Amanda's butt involuntarily rejected its invader. Globs of cum escaped shortly after. She was dirty, used and violated. And ready for a lot more. Like that blowjob she had mentally promised Keith. Better let him rest though. OK. That's long enough.

When Keith's Dad, Scott, returned to the Hartley's to pick up his son, he told his wife that he wanted to spend a little time talking to the family. Get to know them and all that. Mrs. Roberts thought that was a good idea. She would be asleep when he got home, she said.

Scott didn't really think Mrs. Hartley had meant anything sexual when she offered him coffee and conversation, but any chance to be in the presence of a babe like her was worth taking.

Scott didn't know that a sacred house rule had been activated when Mrs. Hartley welcomed him in as a male guest. He would soon find out.

Mrs. Hartley thought Scott was a fine-looking man. Mr. Hartley was entertaining Maria in her room that evening, so Mrs. Hartley had the master bedroom for her and her new friend-to be. Time was important, she knew. The man probably had an hour tops. So she decided to be more direct.

"You're fine looking man, Mr. Roberts," she said.

Scott blushed. Maybe something was brewing besides coffee. "Please, call me Scott."

"OK, please call me Vickie. We don't have much time, so I'll be direct. Do you find me attractive, Scott?"

Gulp. Take a chance. "I find you spectacular, Vickie."

Mrs. Hartley smiled, showing a row of prefect white teeth. Scott gulped again.

"I like men, Scott," Mrs. Hartley said, seating herself in a high stool next to the seated Scott. She slowly raised her miniskirt to reveal the tops of her silky, black stockings. "Nice men. Are you a nice man, Scott?"

Scott choked out a "Yes."

"I like nice, open-minded men, Scott. Men who aren't put off by the unusual. Is that you, Scott?"

As long as it doesn't involve duct tape and gerbils, Scott thought. "That's me, Vickie."

"Because, you see, I have a little secret." She leaned over conspirationally and whispered, "I used to be a man. A boy, really."

Scott shuddered. He had heard of such things, but never....oh. Now THAT excited him."

Scott meekly asked, "How did it happen? Do you still have your...?"

Mrs. Hartley smiled warmly. "I was always a woman. Nature just put me in the wrong body. Thankfully, I had loving parents who cared more about my lifelong happiness than what the neighbors thought. They helped me become a girl and then the woman I am today. Wife to my loving James, who won't be bothering us by the way, and foster mother to my sweet girls, who face the same issues I did."

Scott thought. "You mean all the girls, even Amanda......?"

"Yes, Scott. Isn't it exciting?"

Scott's pecker certainly agreed. And so did Scott.

"Let me answer the second part of your question, Scott. As you can see, I still have the only male parts I wanted to keep." She lifted her skirt all the way, revealing her clitty and the absent-mindedness that caused her to forget her panties. It was an incredible clitty. Big and hard, with a red tip, shiny from the goo leaking out in large dribbles. Her ball-bag hung pink and pretty, with its churning cum factory ready for any contingency.

Mrs. Hartley was trained in CPR and thought she would have to apply her skills that night. Scott paled, and then flushed. He looked her in the eyes. She nodded. And for the first time in his life or even his imagination, Scott swallowed a cock. Mrs. Hartley threw her head back and gave an exquisitely girlish squeal of appreciation.

Mrs. Hartley squeezed Scott's ears lightly with her warm, inner thighs. Scott sucked her with his eyes closed and his libido at full throttle for the first time in years. His wife was a good woman, but she wore sweats most of the time and hadn't sucked his cock in at least ten years. He sucked Mrs. Hartley the way he would have wanted to be sucked. Which was enthusiastically and wetly. He even cupped her balls with his hands and gave them an excellent cuddle.

Mrs. Hartley was most complimentary. Not in so many words, but her squeals and whimpers said so much. She was very turned on by this sweet man. Oh. Was that a little cummy early warning signal? Why yes it was. Scott kept sucking, stopping every now and then to kiss and lick her balls. Oh. The second warning. Mmmmm. She wondered if she should let him know, then decided that experience is the best teacher. The third warning wasn't really a warning it was an "I'm here now, deal with it." and she felt that super feeling that reminded her why she was alive. It was a blaster and Scott caught a boatload of sweet goo in his eager mouth. He swallowed mightily. Then he kissed her cock and balls sweetly and moved up to kiss her lips. She kissed her new lover back with hot need and urged him with "Pants. Off."

Scott removed said trousers and Vickie got on her back on the kitchen table. She spread her legs, cranked back her knees, and said, "Already lubed. Cock! Now!"

As we all know, economy of words is a fine virtue.

Scott's weapon was charged and beyond ready. He rubbed the tip on her slippery anus and pushed the head in. He almost fainted with pleasure. He pushed again and half of the throbbing shaft was submerged. Vickie groaned with raw lust. The thought that Scott's son might walk in on them flashed through his mind, but he realized he didn't care. He was too far-gone to worry about anything but their mutual bliss. He pushed again and his big boy was all into its tight, hot, new home. Vickie gave a tiny scream of pleasure and Scott noted that, even though she was still soft, cum was streaming, rather than leaping, from her beautiful clitty. That's something for Guinness, he thought.

Scott fucked Mrs. Hartley lovingly and thoroughly. She came two more times before he did and, in a house used to animalistic sounds of pleasure, all who were home that night noticed her screams. All of whom were engaged in vigorous carnality themselves.

Scott couldn't believe what a hot piece of tail Mrs. Hartley was. His wife hadn't responded to him like that since she was first pregnant with Keith. Hell, now that he thought about it, she never responded like that. And the ass-fucking! Oh. That was special. And to top it off, this beautiful, sexy woman had a cock. A big one. Like every man, he had always wanted to suck a cock, but couldn't think of one man he would want it to be attached to. Mrs. Hartley solved his problem by being a woman with one of those lovely things.

Scott was breathing very heavily. His cock was still lodged in the sweetest spot on earth and Vickie didn't seem ready to release it. She was so beautiful. And she fucked like a crazed rabbit. He leaned over and kissed her full red lips. She responded with a loving purr and a good three inches of tongue.

Goodness, the poor man thought. I do believe my prick is stiff again.

He was right.

Vickie asked him kindly if he would resume. Never wishing to disappoint a lady, he did so. Twice.

Meanwhile, upstairs in Amanda's room, Keith was wondering if he would live to play football again. Amanda had come seven times and he had come five. They were kissing sweetly and exchanging endearments. The lad was in love for life.

Suddenly, Keith panicked. "Amanda, oh, no. It's ten o'clock! My dad's here! He could walk in on us at any second! Where are my pants?"

Amanda smiled. His heart melted. "It's OK, Sweetie. Your dad's downstairs with Mrs. Hartley. By now, they're doing what we've done all night."

Keith stared. Dawn broke. Dad was getting his ashes hauled. Good for him. Mom hardly looked at him anymore. She treated him like a paycheck. Calm settled over Keith.

"Keith, Honey," Amanda said. "Could you do me a tiny favor?"

"Anything, Amanda," he said. And he meant it.

Amanda pulled up the pink nightie she had put on an hour earlier. Her clitty looked red and raw. But it was hard and vertical. "Could you suck my clitty until I cum in your mouth? I really need it."

Keith gulped. He had been eager to taste the succulent, forbidden fruit, but worried what Amanda might think of him. And what he would think of himself. But the lady had asked. He couldn't turn her down. "Sure, Amanda. I'd love to."

Amanda giggled and asked Keith to get on his back. Amanda put a pillow under her lover's head, straddled his shoulders and fed him her clitty.

Yummy, Keith thought. It was so intimate and dirty. He loved dirty.

So did Amanda.

At eleven o'clock, an exhausted Scott remembered he was a father and asked Vickie about Keith. Vickie stopped sucking his cock for a second and said that she would fetch Keith right after Scott gave her "the girl's big reward" in her mouth.

Scott thought, why aren't all women like this?

Good question, Scott.

Chapter Ten -- Bills

Amanda's life got better and better. She fit in beautifully at the Hartley home. So much better than she or anyone else could have imagined.

She was truly in love with her sissy sisters, especially Missy, with whom she was enjoying a hot, extended sissy love affair. She also especially loved Lara, whose pootie she pounded (and vice versa) every afternoon while the other girls were at high school.

Amanda loved Mr. Hartley too. He was a great teacher and was helping Amanda use her considerable brains. And there were also those "tutoring sessions" three or four times a week, that Amanda (and Mr. Hartley) especially enjoyed.

It goes without saying that Amanda also especially loved Officer Mike and Keith. Officer Mike and Amanda had such fun together in bed. And Keith and Amanda had such fun together in and out of the sack. Mr. Roberts was such a good father. He was always bringing Keith around to visit Amanda. He said something about Keith not getting a driver's license until he was 25 or so, but he really didn't mean it. Did he?

Mrs. Hartley loved Amanda and the feeling was mutual. Amanda had become a helpful, sweet, loving addition to the happiest foster home in the world.

Amanda had become especially helpful in paying the bills.

In her third week, Amanda began paying for her pretty new wardrobe by giving Mr. Fredman a tour of nirvana. He was such a sweet man. He loved kissing the girls and sucking their pretty clitties the most. Usually, his "date" for the night would give him a delicious blowjob early on and finish with a fuck in the spoon position. In between, Mr. Fredman would kiss, lick and suck his girls into a series of delicious orgasms. Amanda was able to excite Mr. Fredman into a third gusher, teasing him with her lovely butt until he pinned her to the bed and fucked her silly.

In her fourth week, Amanda paid the bill with Mr. Baxter, the nice bank president who made sure there was lots of money in the Hartley's checking account, so that the big family could have the little things they needed. Mr. Baxter was a very randy forty-five year-old, handsome man, who had been closely connected to the Hartleys since before they began taking in foster girls. Amanda thought he was an excellent fuck. Mr. Baxter had made love to a lot of sissies and he had been paying attention. He was a master of love, making every pore in Amanda's body cry for his cock. As with all the bills she had to pay, it was pure pleasure all around.

In the fifth week, Amanda was matched with Mr. Thompson, the big real-estate man in town, who owned the Hartley's mortgage. It was the Hartley's biggest bill and Mr. Thompson only came to collect every two months. So some extra preparation was involved.

Mrs. Hartley and Missy helped Amanda prepare for her first date with Mr. Thompson. Amanda's hair had gotten long enough that two little pigtails could be formed high on her head. This made her look very young, and her dressers highlighted that effect by dressing her in a see-through, white babydoll nightie that tied at the top, but was open down the middle. The matching wispy panties didn't really hide her goodies, only make them look sexier. For extra freshness, they gave Amanda two enemas and lubricated her pussyhole with lots of vaginal jelly, just in case Mr. Thompson was extra randy and impatient. Missy almost ruined things by giving Amanda a good-luck fuck, but for once, the girls controlled themselves.

Mr. Thompson showed up at seven on the dot. Mrs. Hartley introduced him to Amanda and it was clear that he was smitten. He gave her a big bouquet of flowers and she kissed him sweetly, slipping him just a hint of tongue. Mrs. Hartley excused herself and the couple went to Amanda's room. Amanda fussed over the flowers, putting them into a big vase as Mr. Thompson sat and watched. Then Amanda came over and sat on his lap, grinding her plump butt into his groin. She parted her lips for a kiss and Mr. Thompson accepted the invitation.

The girls had warned Amanda that Mr. Thompson loved girlish nipples, so Amanda took the initiative. After the first kiss, she pulled the seam of her nightie aside and cupped her right nipple, offering it to Mr. Thompson for his kind attentions. He was enchanted. He kissed and worshiped Amanda's puffy nipples for a good hour, with Amanda squirming, squealing and moaning in appreciation. Her poor clitty, which hadn't cum in almost ten hours (!!!) was in great distress. Completely unexpectedly, Mr. Thompson, peeled Amanda's panties, and lifted her small body so that her clitty was in his mouth. He sucked her elegantly and she came, gasping and squealing in a matter of minutes. Wow!

Then Mr. Thompson laid Amanda on her bed and asked her to tease him a bit. That was a new one. As it turned out, she was a natural teaser. She wiggled and made air kisses at him. She put her panties back on, and then centimeter-by-centimeter, removed them to expose a small, but very kissable clitty. She turned over and peeled her panties off her sweet butt, taking ten excruciating minutes to expose the path to paradise. By that time, Mr. Thompson would have fucked an iguana. He shucked his clothes and, with Amanda on her stomach, he rubbed his considerable equipment up and down her ass crack. Amanda's teasing had made her hot too and this new friction was too much. She asked him to please fuck her. He asked why.

She said, "You're the sexiest man alive, and I need your cock. Now. All of it."

That got his attention. Lovemaking can be verbal as well as oral.

Mr. Thompson entered Amanda's lubed hole and she squealed with pleasure. He kissed her neck and told her how special she was. What girl doesn't want to hear that?

Amanda's clitty was rubbing against the sheets. Mr. Thompson reached around her hip and grabbed it, tickling it expertly. Amanda was very hot. She was breathing rapidly and grunting. Mr. Thompson was very much enjoying his evening and told her so. Then he filled her formerly clean hole with a gallon of super premium. She felt it and came all over his active hand. The bad boy licked his hand clean, then rolled Amanda on her back for another hour of kissing, followed by some memorable sex in a house where all sex is to be remembered and treasured.

 

Chapter Eleven -- Homecoming

In Amanda's eighth week, the high school held its annual homecoming weekend, the highlights of which were a football game and a formal dance. The football game would be an important one, now that Keith Roberts had led a formerly flat team to the brink of their first conference championship in almost 20 years. Keith told everyone who would listen that he owed it all to Amanda. She inspired him to great accomplishments. One time, one of his teammates made an inappropriate comment about Amanda's gender-orientation and Keith's eager acceptance of said gender shift. The lad's dental bills were enormous and no other players risked such comments afterward.

The Hartley girls, of course, all had hunky, nice, devoted dates for the dance and planned, as always, to make the genetic girls who attended feel like little frumps. Mr. Fredman had ordered a hundred pretty dresses for the Hartley girls to choose from and they all made darling selections.

Amanda was even going to wear her five-inch strappy heels with her short, black, dressy frock with spaghetti straps. Missy was giving her dancing lessons, but rubbing up against each other made them take frequent relief breaks.

Homecoming also meant that some of the school's graduates would come back to town for the game and to visit old friends. That included Kerry Salton and her husband Josh.

Kerry was one of the original Hartley girls, saved from an unhappy childhood by the loving couple. She and Josh visited the Hartleys and the current group of happy girls to pay their respects.

Kerry and Josh had been married for three years and had a lovely, year-old, adopted boy named David. The girls fussed over the baby and were delighted to see how happy the family was.

"This can be your future, girls," Mrs. Hartley said. "Kerry came to us when she was a sixteen-year-old, miserable boy named Jason. Jason was a natural-born sissy and became Kerry in a smooth transition. Kerry loved men and boys and other sissies and they loved her too. She met Josh at a basketball game and they fell in love. They went to college together and were married in a ceremony that we all attended. Brett, Missy and Maria were there. Josh has an excellent job and, for now, Kerry's a full-time mother."

Kerry beamed. "That's right, ladies. And I owe it all to this sweet lady, her husband, and my loving husband Josh."

The girls were beside themselves with joy to see such a picture of their potential future. Mrs. Hartley excused herself and the girls asked Kerry some questions.

"How did you get a baby so fast?" Amy asked. "I thought it took years these days."

Kerry smiled. "Now, Amy, you know that a sissy who really wants something knows how to get it."

The girls knew. Their asspussies tingled at the thought.

Amanda thought that Brett, who was downstate at a music competition, would be really sorry she missed seeing Kerry. She asked the next question. "Will you raise David as a girl or a boy?"

Kerry smiled. "That's been on my mind a lot. I want him to have options, so I'll give him a chance to wear pretty dresses and frilly socks and Mary Janes now and then. More often if he likes them. Then we'll see what makes him happy. Not all boys become sissies, you know, girls. If they did, who would pork our little poopers?"

The girls giggled at that. Then Maria asked, "Are you faithful to your husband?"

Kerry got serious. "I adore Josh and he worships me. He's my soulmate for life, but he knows that I need sissy love now and then, as well as the occasional different man. I had to fuck five different men to get David, but Josh encouraged me all the way. I still see my sissy sisters whom I met here at this wonderful house. Quite often. It's a bond you'll never want to break. I give Josh a long rope too. In fact, Mr. Hartley is taking David out for ice cream right now and Josh is happily renewing his friendship with Mrs. Hartley. On her king-sized bed.

"One other thing I want to impress on you girls. Don't neglect women as sex partners."

Several of the girls said, "Ewwwww." None of them had ever been with a female.

Kerry smiled. "That's what I thought too. But soon after we were married, I was invited for coffee with three neighbor women. They were in their thirties and forties and all very attractive. I dressed well, in a pretty red dress with little white polka dots and a flutter hem. I wore my biggest heels and hugged them sweetly when they greeted me. As we chatted, the oddest thing happened. Marcia, my 42-year-old hostess, was looking at me strangely. I looked down and saw why. I was very excited by the thought of being with these lovely ladies and was sporting a rather stiff member. Marcia asked if that was what she thought it was. I began to cry. I was afraid that I would be the laughing stock of the neighborhood. But Marcia was so sweet. She kissed me and used her warm hand to rub my woodie through my dress. It was a nice kiss and the other ladies, 36-year-old Renee and 32-year-old Susan, watched with great interest.

"I was getting very excited when Marcia stopped and explained. 'All women have the urge to be bi-sexual,' she said. 'Just as men do. Life is so much better when you surrender to your urges, right girls?' Renee and Susan nodded enthusiastically. Then Renee lay on her back on the carpet. Susan peeled Renee's panties down and revealed a wet, hairy, beautiful pussy. Susan dove in and licked that muffy with unrestricted lust.

"By that time, I was in quite a dither. Marcia helped me remove my pretty dress, and then peeled my panties down. She gasped at my seven inches of love, then kissed, licked and sucked it until I came, squealing, in her face. Oh, mama, was I horny! Marcia got on the kitchen table and spread her legs, revealing her forgetfulness (no panties) and a soaked bush. I licked my first pussy, sucking the clitoris through four of my hostess's vigorous cums. By then I was rampant again and, with little ceremony, I plunged my cock into her sopping cunt. It was heavenly! A cunt is warm and wet and has a grip very different from a pretty asshole. And it's placed more comfortably, so you can rub titties and kiss during the entire fuck. I blew two hot loads into Marcia without withdrawing and before our little coffee gathering was over, also fucked Renee and Linda's tight, moist muffies.

"We meet at least twice a week now in the mornings because I want to have plenty of goo back in me when my Josh comes home from work. I never give him less than four big Os a day, at least eight on a weekend day. He'll never leave that, believe me."

The girls were very excited by this tale. Most were even, for the first time, considering a taste of girlish pussy.

Amanda thought, "Sissies are loved by and can love anyone. I love being a sissy!"

Kerry then asked, "Do you still play sissy bag?"

The girls looked at her without recognition.

"OK. I guess you got away from it. It's a fun game and I think I know where the bags are."

Kerry disappeared for three minutes, and then came back with four fleece bags. There were two large holes at the top (for heads), four at the sides (for arms) and the bottom was open for legs.

"Dresses off, girls. Panties too."

The girls scrambled, giggling, to comply.

Kerry surveyed the sissies. "Oh, you are a gorgeous bunch! I have all of our names written on these pieces of paper. Amy, pick two, please."

Amy did and read them. "Joli and Missy."

"Step up, Joli and Missy," Kerry said. She faced them at each other, and then fitted the bag over their heads. It was tight quarters, deliberately, and forced them to rub faces and warm bodies.

Maria was fitted with Lara, Toni with Amy and Amanda with Kerry. Then Kerry said, now kiss and make each other cum. A lot."

It seemed silly at first and the girls giggled. But then they began to get into it. The rubbing and kissing without being able to back off were very intense. Amanda adored rubbing against the 24-year-old shemale beauty Kerry. Kerry had removed her bra before entering the bag and her titties were straining against Amanda's girlish nipples. Kerry was a great kisser too and that cock! Oh my.

After twenty minutes of divine kissing and rubbing, Kerry surprised Amanda by lifting her small body up, then with one smooth move, bringing Amanda down so that Kerry’s cock skewered her.

"You learn things with age and experience, Sweetie," Kerry said. Then she fucked her into a light coma.

It was a homecoming for all to remember.

The afternoon of the big game and dance was fantastic. Cheered on by his devoted and beloved Amanda, Keith led the Fighting Fishmongers to a great 42-3 victory and a conference championship! Even the sissies watched the game. Well, some of it. The last five minutes anyway.

Keith ran over after the game and kissed his sweet Amanda. Amanda wanted her sweaty quarterback to fuck her right there, but that wouldn't work. So they had to wait. They made up for it with a lot of kissing.

Amanda and the girls had perfection to achieve, so they sissied home after the game and did all the girlie things they needed to do before the big dance.

 

Amanda and Keith were going with Lara and her date, Jimmy, who was a junior and had his license. The plan was dinner first, then a grand entrance at the dance.

For some reason, Keith's Dad insisted on driving him to the Hartley's, even though Keith could have ridden with Jimmy. And he got Keith there a good 90 minutes early, saying he had to talk to Mrs. Hartley about something.

Keith was happy to get there early because, even though Amanda wasn't ready yet, she broke a girl's big rule by seeing Keith when she didn't even have her hair pouffed. But the young lovers were famished for each other and ran two delicious love bouts before Amanda insisted that she had to dress.

Keith watched college football on the 12-inch black and white TV in the family room. They didn't even have cable!

His Dad was nowhere to be seen. Keith was happy for him.

At six-thirty, the other seven of the luckiest high school boys on earth began to arrive. Keith knew several of them. After the season he had, they all knew Keith.

At seven, the parade of angels began. They came down the stairs individually, youngest first, so Amanda led off. Keith's heart fluttered as he saw his Love. Her smile would start a forest fire.

As the other girls descended the stairs, Lara's date Jimmy got the idea that this parade of beauty could make a pay-per-view special that would outdraw the WWF.

Each girl warmly greeted her beau.

Mrs. Hartley told them to enjoy themselves and come back home when they felt certain urges. The boys were welcome until noon tomorrow.

Amanda already had those urges, but she still wanted to see what it would be like being a girl at a fancy dance.

It was a lot of fun. Amanda, Lara, Keith and Jimmy had a wonderful dinner at a nice restaurant where every male in the place couldn't stop staring at the lovely visions of Amanda and Lara. When they arrived at the dance, the respect and admiration she saw in the eyes of the boys and the grudging admiration of the girls floored Amanda.

Keith was so proud of Amanda that he introduced her to everyone he knew and danced her little high-heeled feet off. She even met Keith’s sister, Megan, who was a freshman dating a sophomore friend of Keith.

Amanda liked Megan and it was mutual. Megan was a smart, pretty, friendly girl and the two hit it off from the beginning. They chatted a while, then Megan asked if Amanda would like to go to the ladies' room with her.

Even sissies have no clue as to why girls go to the ladies' in twos.

Megan led Amanda to a ladies’ room in a remote part of the school. When they got there, Megan asked Amanda, "Is it true? Do you really have a cock?"

Amanda preferred to call it a clitty, but said, warily, "Yes."

"But you're so beautiful! Can I see it?"

Amanda considered her options. Then she said, "If you'll show me yours."

Megan blushed. They were both happy the room was empty except for them. Then Megan grabbed Amanda by the hand and led her to the large, handicapped stall. Megan sat on the toilet and said, "You, first."

Amanda lifted her skirt, revealing her panties, stocking tops and garters. Megan felt Amanda's bulge and giggled. Amanda's bulge got bigger. Megan pulled Amanda's panties down, and then felt her growing (almost four inches by that time) willie. Megan knew her way around a cock. She examined it from every angle, then, being very naughty, gave it a good suck.

Ohhhh. Amanda liked that. Maybe girls weren't that bad after all.

Amanda didn't want her to stop, but said, "I still want to see yours."

Megan giggled again. Then they switched places. Megan lifted her skirts to reveal <gasp> pantyhose. Mrs. Hartley said pantyhose were the work of the devil and now Amanda found out why. They don't look good. They're hard to remove when the urge is great. They just hang there when you're doing important things.

Despite these obstacles, the pantyhose and panties were pulled down and Amanda faced her first muffie. It was hairy. And much more intimidating than a cock. And that smell! Still, it was sexy, all wet like that. Amanda knew that a soaked pussy was a sign of great excitement. It got greater when Amanda dove in with her pretty face and gave it an ace licking.

Megan didn't expect that and she came from surprise as much as anything. Then she came from sexual excitement. This beautiful girl with a cock was making a meal of Megan's pussy. Megan wanted to feel that sissy cock inside her. She groaned out, "I'm on the pill. Please put it in me. Please."

Delighted, Amanda stood, pushed Megan against the stall door, and fucked her standing up. It was fantastic. Completely different from an ass fuck. Amanda still liked boys and sissies best, but now girls were in the team picture. Amanda ground her cock in and out, kissing Megan and making her squeal. She rubbed her pubes and shaft against Megan's clitty. Megan gasped and came for a third time. Amanda joined her, spilling seed in Cuntland for the first of many times in her life.

The girls kissed sweetly for several more minutes. Then they made the best dress and make-up repairs they could and returned to Keith.

"You were gone a long time, Sweetie," Keith said to Amanda. "I missed you."

"Oh, you know. Girl talk. I like your sister, Keith. But I want you in the sack in the next 15 minutes. Let’s get Jimmy and Lara and go have some real fun."

And that was what they did. All night. To the sounds of seven other girls and seven very fortunate boys.

Chapter Twelve -- A Challenge

Two weeks after the homecoming dance, something very bad threatened the paradise that was the Hartley home.

It wasn't the first bad news, but it could have been the worst.

Soon after Amanda joined the happy band, sixteen-and-a-half-year-old Missy had begun hormone treatments, a key step in her quest to be a lifelong, happy transgendered person. She was so feminine and sweet. Everyone loved her and everyone wanted her to be happy. With one notable exception -- her father.

Warren Bauer was a bad man. He was a drug addict and had been doing prison time or going through the motions on drug rehab since Missy was an unhappy little boy. Missy's mother died when she was eight, so the poor excuse for a father was her only "parent."

Missy had never told anyone, but he had also sexually abused her as a ten-year-old.

It would have all been water under the bridge, but the horrible man, who was supposed to be in prison for two more years, had won early release. Even worse, he was petitioning family court to win back custody of Missy. He even told the court that he wanted to remove Missy from her "humiliating condition, being forced to cross-dress" and make her into a boy again.

Bauer was well aware of Missy's needs. He just wanted to do some evil because he could.

Everyone tried to console Missy, but all she did was cry.

That was when Amanda remembered what Kerry said,

"A sissy who really wants something knows how to get it."

Amanda called Officer Mike. He was thrilled to hear from her and said so.

"Officer Mike, we've had lots of fun together and we always will. I do nice things for you, don't I?"

"Yes," Officer Mike said. "Oh, yes."

"Could you do a special favor for me?"

"Anything."

"I know you're not in family court, but could you find some things out about a family court judge? I need to know who's hearing a case, I pray it's a man, and I need to know a lot of things about him."

Mike eagerly agreed.

Three days later, Amanda had all the information she needed. Then she set out to do something about it.

Amanda told Mrs. Hartley that she loved children, wanted some spending money and wanted to do a little babysitting. Mrs. Hartley thought that was a good idea. Amanda had spoken to a nice man who Officer Mike knew who was a widower with two children. He was desperate for baby-sitting help and when Amanda dropped Mike's name and called him, he eagerly agreed, if it was OK with her foster mother. He was even a judge. Could Mrs. Hartley please call him? Whew!

 

It was all arranged for Saturday night (much to poor Keith's dismay). Mr. Hartley drove Amanda to Judge Holt's home at six.

Judge Holt was very nice to Amanda. And very grateful for her help. Amanda was a natural babysitter. Four-year-old Anne and seven-year-old Tommy were enchanted by her and she with them. Time flew. The kids went to bed around nine. Judge Holt got home at midnight.

He saw Amanda sleeping like an angel on the couch. Her plaid skirt had risen up and her thighs and part of her panties were showing. The judge was embarrassed. He woke Amanda gently and thanked her for her good work. Then he paid her generously and called her foster father to come pick her up.

As they were waiting, Amanda chatted about her life, explaining to the judge that she was a sissy and what that meant. He listened with interest and told her she seemed very well adjusted. And pretty. Amanda invited the judge to visit and meet the Hartleys and her sisters. Including her favorite sister, Missy.

Amanda wasn't sure whether the judge made the connection, but surprisingly, he agreed to visit that next day, if he could bring the kids.

A great start!

The next morning, Amanda told Mrs. Hartley what she had done and asked for her help in "giving the judge what he needed" to make a favorable decision for Missy.

Mrs. Hartley was impressed with Amanda’s initiative, but told her a misstep could hurt Missy’s case.

Amanda said that if things went poorly, Officer Mike would let it be known that the judge’s babysitter was the sister of a girl in one of his cases, so he would have to recuse himself.

Mrs. Hartley liked Amanda’s way of thinking. Figure out what you want, then get it.

Mrs. Hartley briefed the girls and asked Mark the cook to make some nice goodies for the judge’s visit.

The judge, Anne and Tommy arrived as invited at two. The kids ran to Amanda, who took them off to play. Mr. And Mrs. Hartley took the judge into the living room for a chat.

One by one, the girls straggled in to meet the judge. Most had short, tight skirts and big heels. Some were dressed more conservatively. They looked for signs of attraction in the judge’s eyes. There was none. Mrs. Hartley was becoming discouraged. If he didn’t want the finest collection of ass in the world, what did he want?

The judge was extremely nice to Missy, who was the last to be introduced, and he asked her many questions about her life now and before, with her father. That was a good sign, Mrs. Hartley thought. The best was yet to come.

At three, Mark emerged from the kitchen carrying a fantastic tray of sweets. He set it down on the coffee table in front of the judge. Their eyes locked. They both gulped. Mark asked if the judge would like to see the kitchen. The judge gasped out a yes.

Three hours later, the judge and his children left the Hartleys’. The primary house rule had not been violated. Missy’s case was in the bag.

There’s something for everyone at the Hartleys’.

Chapter Thirteen – Happily Ever After

Four weeks later, Missy had won her case in a slamdunk. Mark and Amanda were heroes. Mrs. Hartley threw a big celebration.

The girls invited their best boyfriends. Amanda invited Keith, Megan and their father. To drive them, of course. And chaperone. From Mrs. Hartley’s bedroom.

The happy group had a wonderful buffet meal. Then everyone cleaned up and headed for the bedrooms and the entertainment.

Megan wondered why she was there at that point. Maybe her Dad would be taking her home. Keith wondered why she was there too. But Amanda had invited her and he would run through a brick wall for Amanda.

Amanda whispered to Keith that they would be doing "extra-naughty things" that night. Your average boy loves that kind of talk.

Amanda kissed Keith and told him to join her in her room in exactly 15 minutes. He timed it and complied.

When Keith entered Amanda’s room, he heard sounds of fucking in there. Grunts and passionate squeals. Was he in the wrong room?

No. Amanda, stripped to her bra, garters, stockings and big heels, was standing at the foot of her bed. On the bed, on her back, also in bra, garters, stockings (girls CAN learn) and big heels, was Megan. Amanda was fucking Megan quite expertly and Megan was nearing what appeared to be at least her second orgasm.

Keith’s mouth hung open. His cock pressed like iron against his belly. Amanda looked over her shoulder, pointed at her delicious anus and pouted, "Please, Honey. Fuck me too. I need it."

It was so wrong. And so darned exciting. Keith ripped his clothes off, made sure Amanda was lubed (she was), then slid his entire salami into her buns. Amanda screamed as if she had been shot, trembled, shook hard and came into Megan’s sopping pussy. Megan’s eyes got wide. She wrapped her legs around Amanda and her brother, and made a huge girlie cum.

Keith was frantic with lust. He banged into Amanda through her whimpers, making her hard yet again. Amanda fucked Megan’s vise-like pootie. Keith poured a quart of hot spunk into Amanda’s heavenly ass and Megan sobbed through yet another goostorm.

There truly was something for everyone at the Hartley home.

Would you like to visit?

 

 

 

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