Date: Mon, 5 Jan 2015 03:32:02 -0800 From: DanielleCD Subject: The Sexual Autobiography of Danielle-Year Two DISCLAIMER: This story involves sexual situations between one or more cross-dressers and/or adult males. If this offends you, please leave. Otherwise, please enjoy this fantasy of mine. Please, no posting of any of my stories without my prior written permission(this new disclaimer supercedes any and all previous disclaimers). If you've enjoyed any of my previous stories(or any stories on this site, for that matter...lol), please take a moment and acknowledge the Nifty Archive by a donation. Your donation helps keep Nifty going as well as keeping open a favorable haven for my(and fellow authors') experiences and dreams. Donate as soon as you can. I did, you can too! :) And to make it easy for you to get to the Nifty Archive Alliance Donation Form, here's the web address: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Now read on, and enjoy. If you like what you read, tell me! I do have many more ideas for adventures! Thank you... :) Please note: This `story' ended up being greater in scope than I had originally planned. Initially, the idea was to tell you about my sexual awakening and the various notable experiences I'd had in my younger years(I did not plan to write a novel). The `(Sort of)' in the title was added because there are far more non-sexual parts than I'd thought there would be. I'm not sure if any of these parts are relevant to the overall scheme of things, but they came out as I was writing. So, since the ideas felt compelled to come out, I left them in the story. I do hope this gives you more insight as to the kind of childhood I had and the things I ultimately came to enjoy and how I came to love those things. Part 09: "The (Sort of) Sexual Autobiography of Danielle: Year Two" by DanielleCDinNJ@yahoo.com Copyright(c)2014 Danielle Zor-El, All Rights Reserved February 12, 1973 The new year came and went and it was time for another birthday. It was a very, very cold Monday morning. I woke up and saw frost had formed on the inside of the storm window. There was no school today; the weekend was extended because of Lincoln's birthday and I was hoping to get a day to play outside. But, it didn't look as though that was going to happen. So I settled back into my pillow and dozed a little more. The dream I'd fallen into was a weird one. I dreamed of bikinis, rain and bacon. Mom in a bikini, specifically. Mom in a bikini standing in the rain. Mom in a bikini standing in the rain holding a tray of bacon. Then she called my name. Twice. Suddenly everything vanished and I was aware of someone in my room. I sleepily opened my eyes. "Good morning, baby," Mom said. "Hi," I said blinking. Mom, dressed in a shiny light purple robe tied at her waist, was holding a tray. Her hair was wet. "Why is your hair wet, Mommy?" "I just got out of the shower, silly. Now sit up." I did as she told me and she placed a tray on my lap. Scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. She must have been standing near me long enough for the smell of the bacon to get into my dream somehow. Weird. "Happy birthday, honey," Mom said. "Thank you, Mommy." She leaned over and gave me the kiss I wanted to give her and she sat on my desk chair next to the bed, crossing one sexy leg over the other at the ankles; her legs were long and gorgeous. I noticed that her bra matched the robe. Even just out of the shower, she was beautiful. But she was even more so because the light from the window streamed behind her, giving her shoulders and head an angelic glow. "You can't eat your breakfast if you're looking at me," she said playfully. I blushed and dug into the bacon. "Thank you, Mommy, it's good." "I knew you'd like it. And since you've been good and everything, I thought you'd enjoy breakfast in bed on your birthday." I nodded happily and went for the eggs. "Al called me this morning and we talked a bit. Since it's too cold for you to play outside or go anywhere, I said it would be okay if you spent the day with him. But you have to be home by five. It's your birthday and you know that's a family thing." "Okay, Mommy." I wanted to ask if he could become a part of the family, but it just didn't come out. An hour later, I was shaking off my heavy coat in Al's living room. It was toasty and comfy and his place smelled slightly of pine. He had soft music playing and he was holding oven mitts. He saw my confused face: "I'm making muffins for lunchtime," he said. "Great," I said grinning. We walked into the kitchen and Al checked the muffins and decided they needed to stay in for a few extra minutes. I asked him if there was any work he needed to do downstairs and he told me he had finished up everything the day before. He gave me a look that told me he knew exactly what I was thinking. I had become a complete slut for Al. He awakened feelings in me both sexual and emotional and I loved doing those things with him. After taking the muffins out to cool, we went upstairs to his bedroom. I was on my knees on the bed as he stood in front of me. He had his arms wrapped around me and we kissed deeply. I had my hands rubbing his sides as our lips locked and our tongues flicked together softly. I felt his cock poke my stiffy. "Happy birthday, sweetie," he said, kissing my open mouth again. "Thanks, Daddy." "I have a present for you. It's in the bathroom." I hopped off the bed and went into the small room. I didn't see anything so I looked on the back of the door and saw his present hanging from the hook. I nearly squealed when I saw it. It was beautiful! I took it down and slipped it over my head. I went back and found Al sitting in his chair, watching my every move with a twinkle in his eyes. I was standing in front of him, when out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of myself in the closet door mirror. He'd bought me a short, sleeveless nightgown. The red fabric felt so good on my bare skin. It was a see-through material with fluffy red lace around the neck, arm holes and bottom. It hung just below my dick and when the lace touched me, it sent tingles along my cock and made me hard. It also tickled when I felt it brush against my bare bottom. I turned and twirled and giggled, both for myself in the mirror and for Al who was watching everything I did from the corner of the room. I thought the gown looked beautiful on me and loved the way I could see my nakedness under the material. I turned to Al and went to kiss him. He held me in his arms and kissed my mouth and face and neck. I stood close in between his legs and gripped his cock with my thighs. "Do you like your nightie, baby?" "I love it, Daddy, it's beautiful," I said breathlessly. "It's you who's beautiful, Princess." "Thank you, Daddy." I couldn't help blushing. He took my hands off of his chest and kissed and licked my fingers, much like he did when he was doing it to my toes. He traced kisses and licks along the palm of my hands, up my arms to my armpits and to my neck. "Oh, Daddy, I love you. Please kiss my neck more." He moaned as he licked, nibbled and kissed both sides of my neck, making me moan along with him. I loved when he kissed my neck. To this day, I love when a man kisses and nibbles my neck; it drives me completely wild. "Lay down on the bed, baby." I climbed on the bed and leaned back, my legs hanging off the side. Al got on his knees and brought one of my feet to his mouth. I was hard, but as he sucked my toes, I got harder and more excited. For a long time, I felt Al's mouth and tongue all over my body. He kissed and licked my feet and toes, my legs and my tummy. I lifted and opened my legs wide and he licked and sucked my hard cock and I was in absolute heaven. After coming down from another orgasm, his mouth and tongue assaulted my puckered pooper. Soon after, he began using his fingers as well. Even though he made me orgasm, I continued to moan loudly with the pleasure he was giving my needy hole. He stood up and I looked to see him stroke his gorgeous cock a few times. A droplet of his precum leaked out. He reached over to his night table and opened a tube, squirting some liquid in his hand that he promptly rubbed all over his cock. "What's that, Daddy?" "Just some lotion I'm going to use as lube this time, honey," he said, rubbing his hand on my hole, making it all sticky and slippery. "It works just as easy as your spit does after you suck on my cock," he added, putting his cock right at my hole. He rubbed the remainder of the lotion on my soft dick then took hold of my hips and thrust forward, making me scream out with the entry to my tight asshole. "Oh, Daddy...daddy...uhn," I panted. "Oh, Princess, you're fuckhole is so hot." "I love your cock, Daddy." "You're so pretty in your new nightie, baby," he breathed heavily. I blushed and smiled as he grasped my thighs near my knees and increased the rhythm of his thrusts. I held on to his wrists as he pounded my poophole. The liquid he rubbed on us was making my asshole hot and tingly. The faster he went, the more the tingles increased. "Daddy, fuck me faster," I pleaded. I may have been young and inexperienced, but I knew what I wanted. I wanted his cock and sperm in me as much as I could get. As he complied with my request, I hooked my feet around his ass and started pulling him into me as he thrust forward. I had to hold on tightly, or else I would have been pushed across the bed. Suddenly, his cock hardened more and I knew he was going to orgasm. "Daddy," I panted, "Daddy...sperm in me. Please?" It only took two thrusts when he pushed as far into me as he could, sending forceful jets of his sperm in my bowels. Each time his cock pulsed, my asshole would tighten on his spewing rammer. "Daddy, I love you." "I love you, Princess," he said, filling me with his love. His cock throbbed several more times, more from the feeling of my asshole clamped around him than him spurting more sperm. He exhaled sharply and partially fell on top of me, his cock oozing out of my used asshole. My face was covered in kisses as he panted and rolled to my side. I rolled with him, feeling some of his sticky sperm leak out down my ass cheek. We panted into each other's mouths, kissing and rubbing tongues at the same time. We stayed that way for the rest of the morning, caressing and kissing. My tummy growled loudly, making us both giggle. "I guess you're hungry, baby?" "Yes, Daddy." "Let's go downstairs and order pizza." "Yes!," I yelled, throwing a fist in the air. Al got off the bed and went to the bathroom, coming in a short time later to put his white robe on. I got off the bed and went in, as I felt the need to poop. Al waited for me on the stairs as I came out and went into the room to get my clothes. "Come, gorgeous, you don't need to change," he said, motioning to me. "It's warm enough downstairs for you." And I felt gorgeous going down the stairs as Al waited at the bottom for me. I couldn't help smiling as he watched my bare feet and legs, then taking in the rest of me, finally looking deeply into my eyes. The nightie swished delicately around me as I stepped down each step, feeling the softness of the rug in between my toes. He held his hand out and I took it and he escorted me to the couch as if I was a real Princess. I got up on the couch, tucking my legs under my bare bottom as he went into the kitchen. I heard him talking and then he came in and sat in his chair. "The pizza is ordered, honey, should be here in half an hour. I ordered sausage." "Okay, Daddy." I sat there on the couch, watching Al watch me. His eyes roamed over every part of my body. "You're so beautiful, Princess," I giggled; the attention he was giving me was something no one had ever given me and I loved it. I loved *him*. "Thank you, Daddy," I said shyly. "Would you like me to buy you more clothes?" "Would you, Daddy?," I asked breathlessly. "Anything for my little girl." "Oh, yes, please," I said, clasping my hands together against my chest. He told me some of the things he wanted to buy for me. He said I could keep them in the closet of the spare bedroom. A short time later, the doorbell rang. I put my feet on the floor to get up so the delivery guy wouldn't see me, but Al motioned me to stay, so I brought my legs back up on the couch. "Hi there, Billy," he said, opening the door. "Hey, Mr. F." Al took the pizza from Billy, who was a tall, thin boy, who didn't look much older than me. He was in jeans and boots, with a big coat on. As Al counted the money, Billy definitely got an eyeful of me; I didn't get far enough to fold my legs under me when Al opened the door, so I ended up looking as if I was reclining on the armrest of the couch with my legs and feet seductively stretched out on the cushions. I wasn't sure he could see much through my nightie, but I blushed deeply anyway. "Oh, that's my niece," Al said, handing him the money. "Hi," I squeaked. "Keep the change, Billy. Say `hi' to your Dad for me." "Okay, right, Mr. F." "Be careful in this weather." "Bye," he said, waving to me. As Al closed the door, I got up and hugged him. "Daddy, he saw me!" "Of course he saw you, silly. Don't worry about it, he's a very nice boy." "But what if he sees me outside?" "You'll be okay," he said as we went into the kitchen with the pizza. "He won't ever bother you like Nicky or his friends." He went to the fridge and got out bottles of Coke for us and sat at the table. "Maybe he'll be your boyfriend one day," he said grinning. "Oh, Daddy," I blushed as I sat my warm bottom on the cool wooden chair. We ate most of the pizza and drank soda then spent the rest of the afternoon in his chair watching TV, snacking on muffins and occasionally exchanging kisses and caresses. About 4:30, I was changed back into my boy clothes and sat with Al on the couch. He handed me a birthday present. "You gave me something already," I said. "That nightie is your Valentine's Day gift, my love. This one is for your birthday. And you can take it home with you. Happy birthday, Princess." "Thank you, Daddy." It only took seconds for me to rip the wrapping off and get the box opened. It was an assortment of comic books, some Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew books and a `How-To' book on radio repair. I was going to enjoy reading those! "Thank you, Daddy," I said, burying my face in his chest. "I love you so much." "I love you too, baby. Now let's get you home, okay?" Al didn't want me walking home as cold as it was, so he called Mom and asked her if it would be okay if he put me in a taxi. Fifteen minutes later, he kissed my mouth and walked me to the car. He said he'd call Mom to let her know I was on the way. After arriving home, Mom called Al to thank him for sending me home safe. "I put some clothes out on your bed, change into them because we're going out for dinner," she said. "Yes!," I yelled, throwing a fist in the air, running up the stairs. Three hours later, we entered the house and I was tired. It was nearly bedtime and we didn't yet have cake. Mom made me a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and I was ready to have some. But my bath had to come first. As I washed myself I thought about how much of a good time we'd had. Mom and the three of us went to a Chinese restaurant in downtown Newark. She knew I liked chicken and broccoli and egg drop soup. Afterwards, we went to the 5 & 10 and she let me pick out a few cool things for my birthday, but she also bought me some clothes. Matty and Jimmy gave me a baseball glove, a few balls and a N.Y. Mets baseball cap. Washed and dressed for bed, I was soon downstairs and we sat at the dining room table. They sang me `Happy Birthday' as the candles burned on my cake. I blew them out and made my wish. With a small glass of milk, I enjoyed my cake and was soon in bed. Between Al's and the family's gifts and all that happened to me, it didn't take long for me to fall asleep. Asleep to dream innocent dreams and of birthday wishes. I had wished that I could be Daddy's girl forever. +++ +++ +++ +++ +++ August, 1973 It was a beautiful Saturday morning in late-August. Al picked me up right outside my front door at 8-sharp. I was very excited; the previous evening he spoke to Mom about taking me to a park in NW New Jersey for the day where we'd hang out, have a picnic and play. I brought my baseball mitt and balls with me. Al brought a glove, too. But what was really exciting was that he was taking me in his new 1970 Ford Galaxie! He said it was a used car, but as I watched him drive down the street, it looked new to me. It was shiny and white with red seats and carpets and had a soft white top. He said he bought the convertible because he always enjoyed putting the top down and driving in the open air and sunshine. It had long seats in both front and back, and there was a lot of room to move around. I could sit in the seat next to the window, or I could sit in the middle right next to Al. I actually did both on the hour-long ride to the park. As we drove up the winding country highway, we talked about many things: Matty and Jimmy were going away to a military academy in September and Mommy was looking for a smaller place for us to live. When she had told me we were going to move, I panicked; I thought we were going far away where I'd never see Al again. But she promised we'd be staying in town. About halfway to the park I had to pee, so Al pulled over in a small clearing on the side of the road. There were hardly any cars on the road that morning and he told me to go behind a few bushes. I didn't want to go alone, so Al walked and waited behind me as I wet the base of the tree. I turned to face him, my cock still sticking out of the hole in my shorts and we both giggled. Before I had a chance to wipe and put it away, he bent down and gave it a quick lick and kiss. We went back to the car and he showed me how he opened up the roof and we rode the rest of the way in the fresh air. I sat next to Al, my legs up on the seat and my hand in his lap, feeling his hard cock under his pants. And because of the kiss he gave my cock, I had a boner the rest of the ride, too. The discussion turned from general things in our lives to more specific subjects, namely my `sexual appetite', as he called it. As school had been out for nearly two months, I was not limited to Saturdays-only; I saw Al quite often and it seemed I was always ready for sex. He called it being `horny'. I couldn't help laughing when he'd said that, it sounded silly. He also said it was something that happens when boys and girls get into having sex all the time; he said that he was no different when he was my age. And I didn't limit my sex play to just Al; for several months I'd been playing with myself regularly, enjoying the waves of pleasure when I'd had an orgasm. But it had only been a recent thing where I would rub myself with something inserted in my tight hole. It started with an occasional finger; then I moved on to using the handle of one of Mommy's hairbrushes. I got her to buy me one of my own and I made sure that it had a thick, rounded handle. It got to where I was pretty good at using it without anyone knowing; in the bath sometimes as Mom had stopped watching me and even sometimes after I'd gotten into bed and all was quiet. There were even times I'd wake in the middle of the night and rub myself, poking my tight pooper with the smooth handle. It felt so good having an orgasm and feeling that hard handle in me as I throbbed around its stiffness. I took that hairbrush with me everywhere. The more we talked about my sexuality, the more Al became excited. I could feel his hardness straining inside his pants. I loved feeling it as we drove, his arm around me as I leaned into him. "What is this park we're going to, Daddy?" "Well, it's a big forest area. There's lots of room to play, have picnics. We're going to go to a very quiet area away from the main site." "No people?" "Not many. A few guys who like to lay in the sun or under the trees. You might see a couple of them laying together. Don't be shocked if they're naked, that happens, too." "Wow," I said breathlessly. "They might even want to fuck a cutie like you," he said smiling. "Oh, Daddy," I blushed. "We're nearly there, sweetie," he said before kissing the top of my head. Not long after, we parked in a very secluded clearing. We had only passed two men on the way into the park; both were dressed, walking along different spots on the dirt path as we drove by slowly. One waved at Al as we went past, the other winked at me. Al left the top down on the car and I helped him unload our things from the trunk. We had sandwiches, chips, juices and fruit. We opened out a large blanket to lay on in the sun. As I put the pillows, picnic items and cooler on the blanket, Al took off his pants and changed into shorts; it was too hot for pants. I was in a tank top and shorts. I took off my socks and sneakers and enjoyed feeling the grass on my bare feet. "Ready to play some catch, honey?," he asked, grabbing his glove. "Sure am, Daddy," I said, grabbing mine. We spent the better part of the morning playing catch, only stopping for short pauses to take a drink or two. We threw the ball back and forth and I was getting quite good at it. I really didn't have many friends to play with, so I wasn't as skillful at throwing and catching as I should have been at my age, but we had fun anyway. We had enough room where we were camped that the car and the picnic blanket were well out of our way. Al threw the ball in the air, not too high, so I could practice catching `fly balls'. He even threw me some grounders that I scooped up and then sent sailing back to him. It was a great day, and it wasn't even half over yet. The temperature was warm and there were enough scattered clouds that the sun didn't cause any problems overheating us or bearing down on us; it was a gorgeous day. At some point during our play, I took off my shorts and ran around in tank top and white undies, playing catch with a man I wished was my Daddy. It was an amazing day. Sometime after noon, Al waved me over to the blanket. "Baby, let's take a break and have lunch, okay?" "Okay, Daddy." "Put the balls and gloves in the trunk." I took the equipment and put them in the still-open trunk. I went back and collected our clothes and shoes and brought them to the car as well. I turned to join Al, but on impulse, I yanked my undies down my legs and tossed them in the pile with the rest of my clothes. He had a wide smile when I walked over. "You really are a horny little thing, huh?" "Yes, Daddy," I blushed. We reclined on the blanket, sharing turkey and ham sandwiches and chips and juice. We were stretched out across from each other; the food laid out in between us. We talked more about the times we'd spent in recent months and the different outfits he'd gotten for me. After the red nightie that he gave me for Valentine's Day, it was about every month I got a new `costume' or outfit. He gave me a dark blue and white cheerleader's outfit, exactly like the ones the girls wore at the high school in town, it even had the school's name and logo. The first time I wore that, I sucked his cock; he said he loved the way I'd been on my knees in front of him. The next month was a genie costume. It was mostly all soft material; the veils and split-sleeves and pants in delicate see-through purples, yellows and golds. The bikini parts of the outfit were shiny purple with gold lace trim. The sandals were very strappy and shiny gold. He had me do a dance for him; I held my hands above my head and wiggled my bottom and hips for him. I'm sure I was very clumsy in my attempt at dancing that way, but Al got so excited I got fucked hard dressed that way. He didn't even undress me, he just yanked the panties aside and rammed his hot poker right up my hole. A lot of sperm leaked from my ass into those bikini bottoms that morning. A schoolgirl uniform followed; the Catholic school in my town had a certain outfit for girls and Al had one made for me. It consisted of a white, short-sleeve blouse with the school's emblem sewn on the left front side, where a pocket would have been; the collar was buttoned and fastened with a black tie. Neatly, the blouse hung out slightly above the top of a plaid skirt. White knee-high socks firmly encased my calves and feet. Black, low-heeled court shoes completed the uniform. Again, I got fucked. Al carried me up the stairs and laid me on his bed. He pulled off my white panties and entered me slowly but steadily; I had my arms around his neck and my legs around his thighs. He pumped his cock in me for a long time, finally filling my insides with his sperm. He told me afterwards that he `made love to me'. Whatever he called it, I loved it. Though I did eventually understand that there was a difference in the way he fucked me. When he did me hard and rough, he said that was `being fucked'. When it was steady and slow with lots of kisses, that's when he said he made love to me. I wasn't sure which was my favorite. I wore each of those outfits for Al many times. He also bought me girls' regular-use or casual clothes that I would wear for him and lounge in around the house or while we worked in his workshop. I had skirts, shorts, pretty blouses and even a couple of summer dresses in my room at his house. I wondered what the next `special' outfit was going to be that he had planned for me. Our talk was interrupted by a "Hello there!". I nearly panicked but Al calmed me with a gentle wave of his hand. "Hello," Al said as a man in button-down shirt, shorts and sandals approached. It was the man that winked at me. "Hi," he said to me, looking at my half-nakedness. "Hello, Sir." "I'm sorry to bother you, I've been walking the path and saw you playing ball earlier. My canteen is empty and I was wondering if you could spare some water," he said to Al, holding up an army-style container. "All we have is fruit punch, but you're welcome to some." "Thank you, so much." "Honey, why don't you pour a cupful." "Okay, Daddy." "You're very cute," he said to me. "Thank you, Sir," I blushed, taking some ice from the cooler. I had trouble reaching around, so I had to shift my position and get onto my knees. I didn't realize I was showing him my bare ass. "My, that is a cute bottom, honey," he said. All I could do was blush more. I poured some of the punch in the plastic cup and handed the bottle back to Al. As he filled the man's canteen, I got up and handed the cup to the man, who was standing at the edge of our blanket. There was no way he missed seeing my hard dick poking at him. "Lovely," he whispered, taking the cup from me. Swallowing heavily, he drank the juice that I had given him. "Thank you so much, it was getting a bit hot out there on the path," he commented as I returned to my spot on the blanket. I saw he was moving his hand in his pocket as he looked at me. Al gave back the man his canteen. "What do I owe you?," he asked. "Oh, nothing, it's no trouble. We have plenty," Al said. "Well, I'll leave you to enjoy your picnic. There's a lot more of the day for walking. Thank you again," he said, rubbing the front of his shorts as he turned and walked the way he came. "Maybe next time we come up here, we can do some hiking as well," Al said to me. "I would love that, Daddy." "But for now, there's a small white box in the trunk. Get it, please?" "Yes, Sir." In the trunk was a clothing box, I picked it up and brought it back to Al. I kneeled down and sat on my heels in front of him. "I bought you a new outfit," he said, opening the top. I clapped my hands together as I saw what was inside; it was a black bra and panties, a pair of black stockings and a pair of low-heeled sandals! "Thank you, Daddy!," I exclaimed, hugging him tightly. "I love you!" "I love you, Princess." I took off my shirt and he placed the straps over my arms, hanging them on my shoulders. He brought the main strap around my back and I felt him fasten the clasp. I didn't have breasts, but since Al said it was a training bra, there wasn't much bra to fill yet. But I loved the way it hugged me and made me feel very girlish. Next he had me step into the soft panties. As he brought them up my legs, my little cock got harder from the wonderful feeling of the silky material. I was still hard from when the stranger was looking at me, the panties just made me more excited. "Sit down, my love." I sat as I was told on the blanket and Al showed me how to bunch up the stocking and slid it up my leg. The tingles and caresses it gave me made me reach down and rub my cock through the panties. Within a few rubs, I was having an orgasm with Al still holding my other, uncovered foot. Panting heavily, he put the second stocking on for me. I opened my eyes and looked down and fell in love with how I looked; reclining back on my elbows, my chest covered in a black bra. My spread legs were encased from toe to mid-thigh with a wonderfully-feeling black envelope of softness. And my panties were soaked. "Daddy!," I squealed. He saw where I was looking and reached up and pulled the front of the panties down slightly, peeking inside. "Wow!," he said smiling. I looked and saw a lot of wetness. I'd never spermed so much in my life! I wasn't sure if it was from being so sexual in public or it was from the new outfit. It could have been both. But all I knew is that it was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had so far. "Wonderful, Princess." He leaned over and licked and kissed my wet penis and moaned. "Just wonderful. You taste delicious, my love." I blushed as he fixed my panties and took my feet in his hands, accidentally brushing his fingertips on my soft soles. "Daddy! You're tickling my feeties," I giggled. He tickled me some more, making me squirm on the blanket, laughing along with me. He stopped the tickles and brought my feet to his mouth, kissing my toes through the stockings. Placing my feet in his lap, I felt his hard cock. He reached and took one of the shoes and slipped it on my right foot, gently wrapping the strap around my ankle, fastening it. He repeated the same on the left foot. "Just gorgeous," he said as my heeled-feet rested in his lap. "You are so beautiful, Princess." All I could do was blush. "One more thing," he said, reaching in the box and bringing out a small jewelry box. "Every Princess should have one of these." He took a small chain out of the box and placed it around my right ankle. It was silver and had many different-colored gems hanging from it. "It has eleven stones. Next year, we'll add another." "It's a beautiful bracelet, Daddy." "It's actually called an `anklet', my love." "Anklet. It's so pretty, thank you, Daddy." The last thing he did was to put my hair in pigtails; Al loved my hair in pigtails. He told me I looked so cute and that he would love to see me in them all the time. He finished by tying them in black ribbons, making each ribbon a small bow. "Now, go and walk around, pick flowers and have fun in your outfit. I'll just relax here and watch you." "Okay, Daddy," I said, leaning over and kissing him on the mouth, flicking his tongue with mine. "I love you." Al turned on the portable radio for us and then reached down and pulled his shorts off and reclined back on the blanket, wearing nothing but his shirt. I saw that his hard cock poked out hotly from his body and the tip glistened with precum. But I did as he told me, I walked and played around the area as we listened to music. I didn't have much trouble walking in the heels as I was on grass, but the thin heel sank in the ground in places, forcing me to prance around mostly on the front part of my feet. I went around the area, collecting the fresh, yellow-flowered dandelions. I brought a bunch over to Al and I saw that he was stroking himself as he watched me cavort around the grass. I saw a few butterflies wander through the area, so I danced after them, hoping to catch them, but knew I really wouldn't keep them, given the chance. After they'd flown away, I picked some dandelions that had bloomed to their white-poofy stage and blew the buds off, watching them float around us. I couldn't help giggling when some of them tickled my nose as they floated past my face. "What a sexy little girl you make," we heard from the trees. The man had returned and was walking slowly toward me, his cock poking out if his shorts. I stared in amazement at it, as I backed up. I'd never seen a cock like his before; it was as thick as a soda can and as long as two cans connected end-to-end. As he stroked, the skin around the head moved back to uncover a big head, with lots of precum oozing from the hole. He continued approaching, I kept stepping back. I must've caught my heels on the edge of the blanket because the next I knew it, I plopped on my bottom, leaning back on my elbows, staring at his monster cock. It was hard and pointing right at me; he held the top in his fist and was pumping rapidly. My own breathing was increasing with his; my tight little pooper puckering and throbbing as I got more turned on. He stopped right at my feet. Unwillingly, my legs opened on their own and he continued to pump his cock, muttering things to me. "...fuckin' sexy little whore, baby...would love to fuck you...I'd rip you open...wanna see your Daddy fuck you..." I was panting heavily. My lips were dry. I didn't mean to, but I looked in his eyes and licked my lips. He grunted wildly and I looked down and gasped at what I saw: stream after stream of his hot sperm erupted and gushed out of his cock. I had seen Al cum a lot, but never an amount like this man. It was like a hose had been turned on. Several tracks of white sperm showed up boldly on my black stockings from my ankles to my thighs. A couple of spurts even landed on the front of my tented panties. And he was still sperming! I thought I heard Al gasp, as well. Trail upon trail criss-crossed my legs, but most of his fluid landed and pooled on my ankles and feet. I lay there panting, mouth wide open, staring at his enormous cock. He finally stopped sperming and let go of his half-hard cock. What little fluid had collected on the tip, slowly dripped off. He stood there panting, looking at the mess he made of me. Al was suddenly on top of me. In one swift motion, he pulled at the back of my panties and rubbed some of the man's sperm on my throbbing asshole. In seconds, with no time for me to prepare, he shoved his cock completely in my tight asshole in one powerful thrust. My head flew back and I shrieked. As I yelled, I noticed that the man had moved to the side of the blanket, kneeling right near my head. He resumed stroking his cock, which was again at full hardness, as he watched Al rape my asshole. I looked up at Al; his eyes were closed tight and he was pounding my little pooper furiously. My arms were above my head; my legs were spread open sexily and my heeled-feet were pointing toward the sky, wavering wildly with each thrust of Al's powerful body. I saw that the trembling of my legs caused the man's sperm, which hadn't soaked into my stockings yet, to run and drip toward my knees; he had cum that much on me. Then I looked up to him and saw his eyes lock onto mine. "...fuckin' sexy little cunt...want to make you my whore..." Then he glanced and watched Al's cock thrust in and out of me. "...cum in her pussy, you pervert. Fill your daughter's womb with your seed...get the fuckin' whore pregnant," he muttered. Not that Al needed any encouragement, but the man's words pushed him over the edge and with one final, forceful thrust up my asshole, he unloaded his love into me. Only a heartbeat later, the man's cock erupted again, this time covering my face and neck and even shooting some on my bra. "Princess, I love you," Al moaned as he watched my face get covered in sperm. "Yes, Princess...I love you, too," the man said. Then it was my turn. I screamed loudly in ecstasy. Some of the man's seed dripped down into my mouth and my body exploded. My vision became blurred and blocked out by swirling colors and black and white flashes. My little cock gushed with my second load of sperm of the day, filling and soaking the front of my panties. My legs tightened around Al's body as much as they could and my asshole clenched around his cock each time I throbbed and spurted. I panted and screamed, I moaned and thrashed. I spurted and yelled "Daddy!", I spurted more and yelled "I love you!". I throbbed less and less, but surrendered more and more to my orgasmic delight. I babbled unintelligibly and my body spasmed several times, suddenly going limp as I passed out. When I finally awoke, I was on the front seat of the car and all was quiet. The sky was darkening and Al was sitting in the passenger seat with my legs resting on his lap, watching me. The man was nowhere I could see. I raised my head and saw my used body; still in bra, panties, stockings and heels. I was covered in dried sperm, though Al did clean my face off of most of the man's cum. But it still felt stiff and sticky. I sat up and saw my cum-stained panties. I took hold of Al's arm and held it, kissed it. "I love you, Daddy." "I love you, Princess. You okay now?" "I feel icky. I mean, I need a bath." "You can take one at my house before you go home." "That felt wonderful." "I told you it would get better. It won't be like that every time, but they're all great. I didn't hurt you, did I, Princess?" He did a little, but not that much to want to make him feel bad about it. "I'm okay, Daddy." Truth was, my asshole was sore from his assault, but I would be okay. "Are we leaving soon?" "As soon as you change." "Help me undress, Daddy?," I asked sexily. "Of course, my love." I sat in the passenger seat with my legs hanging out of the open door and Al got down on a knee in front of me. I held up one of my feet and he unclasped and slipped the shoe off my foot, tickling me on purpose again. I giggled weakly as I was tired, but I still loved the attention he was giving me. He peeled the stocking off my leg and then moved to the other. In seconds I was just in bra and panties, standing in front of him on the cool grass. Pulling down my panties, he kissed and licked my wilted cock briefly. I loved how it felt, but was just too tired to respond with a boner. He unhooked the bra and slipped that off my arms. Minutes later, my hair was brushed out and I was in a spare t-shirt of his which nearly covered me neck-to-ankles. Al said it would be enough for the ride home as he thought it best I take the bath before getting dressed in my own clothes; he said I smelled of sex which he thought was very sexy, but Mom didn't need to know what was happening to her son. Moments later, with the sky deepening to a dark purple, he put the top back up on the car and we were heading out of the park to the road. +++ +++ +++ +++ +++ October, 1973 Changes. There were changes all around in October 1973. The weather was changing from mild temperatures to chilly ones; the leaves were changing to beautiful yellows, oranges and reds. The smell of the air was changing from barbecue grills and baked city streets to the smell of burning fireplaces and the muskiness of dying leaves. Americans were needing to adapt to the changes in the way they drove as the Energy Crisis began. But much closer to home, many changes had been happening of a personal nature. Matty and Jimmy left in mid-September for a military school in Virginia. They'd be there for a couple of years before going into the Marines. Me and Mom moved into a new apartment, just a few short blocks away from Al's place. As Matt and Jimmy were no longer at home, we didn't need all the space a house offered, so Mom picked a nice 2-bedroom place with a small living room and a combination dining/kitchen area. But the biggest thing happening in my life at the time, concerned Mom and Dad. It was early on a Tuesday morning. Mom was dressed in a dark blue skirt and jacket combination. She had on a white blouse with a small black scarf tied around the collar. She looked gorgeous and she blushed when I told her so. I was dressed and ready to go. Mom slipped her feet into her black high heels, made a quick phone call and we were out the door. Several minutes later, we were standing on Al's porch, waiting for him to answer the door. In seconds, it opened and his big bulk appeared behind the screen door. "Good morning, Gretchen. Hi, sweetie," he said. He called me `sweetie' in front of Mom! He opened the door and I went in. "Thank you for doing this, Al. I don't know how to repay you for your kindness," she said. "You don't have to. I'm happy to help all I can. Would you like to come in for coffee?" "No, thank you. I'm not sure my stomach could handle it right now." "I understand." "I better get going. My lawyer is meeting me at the courthouse at nine. Daniel, you be good for Al, okay?" All I could do was nod to her as I knew what was coming; she'd told me everything the night before. "Thank you again, Al." "You're welcome. Take all the time you need. Daniel can stay as long as you want. I'll feed him and he can even stay overnight, if you need him to." "Thank you, Al, but he does need to start school tomorrow. But definitely another time, okay?" "Anytime, Gretchen." "Bye, baby," she said to me. "Come kiss me." She kneeled down without her knees touching the porch and she scooped me up and squeezed me tight. I returned the hug and kissed her cheek and buried my face in her neck, tears starting to well-up in my eyes. "It'll be okay, baby," she whispered. She let me go and I went back inside. "I'll see you later." "Good luck, Gretchen." Mom strode down the walkway to the taxi that had pulled up out front. I saw her get in and shut the door. As the car pulled away, Al closed the doors and turned to me. He saw the tears streaming down my cheeks and I burst out crying. I don't know why I cried. Al came over to me, picked me up and carried me to the couch. He sat down and placed me on his lap, holding me and caressing my back and head. "It's okay, baby. Tell me what's wrong." I guess he figured that talking about it would make it easier, but I didn't know how. So all I said was, "My stomach hurts." He knew I wasn't being truthful because he knew everything as Mom spent some time with him on the phone. He didn't let my little lie bother him. He seemed to understand that I didn't know how to say what was really bothering me. He comforted me and caressed my back. He pressed his hand on my head and I rested it on his shoulder. I sucked my thumb and cuddled into him. He held me and patted my back, kissing my forehead every so often. I wasn't sure why it bothered me, but it did. It's not like he had been around much the last few years. But even so, with the realization you're going to lose your father, it's really too much to take. My stomach really didn't hurt; Al knew that, I was just too hurt(ashamed?) to admit that I still had some feelings for my father. These and many other thoughts flew around inside my head as I sat on Al's lap; feeling his rhythmic breathing and the steady `pat-pat' of his hand on my back. As I'd done in the past with Mom, I fell asleep, clutching a fistful of shirt and sucking my thumb. I woke an hour later to Al caressing my face and calling me. I opened my eyes and saw him standing next to the couch, smiling down at me. "Wake up, sweetie. I made you some tea to settle your stomach." He was such a sweetheart; he knew I wasn't sick, yet he went along with me anyway. "Thank you, Daddy." The hot, slightly-sweet flavor of the Earl Grey tasted good. Thanks to Mom, it was a tea I would love my entire life. "Did you want some milk in it?" "No, it's okay the way it is." "Come downstairs with me? I have a few things to do." "Okay." Al took hold of my mug and I followed him to the basement. I sat next to him at the bench sipping my tea, watching him gather the parts and tools that he needed. We didn't speak much at all, I just watched as he assembled the small table-top radio, occasionally helping him install a part or hold a tool. When we were nearly finished, my stomach started making loud rumbling noises. They were very noticeable in the quiet basement. "Are you hungry, baby?" "Yes, Daddy." I was starving as I'd only had a small bowl of cereal when I woke up. "Okay, just let me put the back on and test it and I'll take you to lunch." I watched him insert the four small screws that held the back panel in place. Plugging in the radio, he turned it on and listened to several different stations, from one end of the dial to the other, making sure the radio worked properly. Turning it off, he unplugged the cord and put the radio in a small shopping bag. "I just need to drop this off at the shop on the way." A half-hour later, we were sitting in the luncheonette that was located across from Town Hall on the Avenue. It was quiet and there were a few people already having lunch; two men were at the counter that ran along the left side of the place and an old couple sat at one of the many tables. A couple of men in suits came in behind us and Al led me to a table in the back section of the café. One of the men took a table near us, the other went to the counter. I wondered how cool it would be to sit at the counter on the spinning stools. A moment later, a short blonde woman in a white uniform and apron came to us. "Hi, Al. Who's this cutie?," she asked, ruffling my hair. "Hello, Rita. This is Daniel." "Hi, Daniel." "Hi." "You're Gretchen's kid, aren't you?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Thought so, you look just like her," she said smiling, which made me beam. "What can I get you?" "We'll have hamburger specials on a hard roll, and two root beer waters, no ice," he said. "You got it," she said happily then walked to the kitchen. "Daddy, what's a `root beer water'?" "Basically it's a root beer soda without the bubbles. Since it doesn't have the soda in it to make the bubbles, it's called root beer water." "Oh," I said, trying to imagine soda with no bubbles. He chuckled. "If you like root beer soda, you'll love the water." Minutes later, Rita came back with our drinks and set out paper placemats, straws and utensils. She winked at me and walked away. Al opened our straws and put them in the dark brown-colored liquid. "Go ahead, give it a try." I sucked on the straw and drink flowed into my mouth. It was very tasty! It was sweet and smooth and didn't have the rough texture of soda. It was a favorite immediately and Al knew it. "See? I told you that you'd love it," he said grinning. I took a couple of more swallows, while sitting there shaking my legs and feet. "Feeling better now?" "Yes, Daddy." I was feeling better. I guess getting out and doing things were enough to take my mind off of what Mom was doing. I was sitting there wiggling my feet when one of my sneakers flew off my foot and made a small racket, coming to rest under Al's chair. "Oops." I giggled and made him smile. "We'll get it later," he said. Just then Rita came to us and put down our food. "If you need anything, just let me know," she said, petting my head. On my plate in front of me was a delicious-looking burger on a hard roll. There were some fries and lettuce and tomato on the plate, too. I squeezed some ketchup onto the burger and some on the fries. Al had already taken his first bite when I picked up my burger. It was a delicious lunch. There wasn't much talking at all between us, though several times I did brush my shoeless foot up and down his leg a little. I didn't do this for any reason other than being playful. We smiled at each other each time I did it. I ate the whole burger with the lettuce and tomatoes and all the fries. Al even let me have a second root beer water. He called Rita over with a wave of his hand. "Anything else, Al?" "Just the check, hun." "You want some ice cream, sweetheart?," she asked me, caressing my head again. "No, thank you. I'm full." "Okay. Next time." After tipping Rita and paying the bill, we were outside the luncheonette. The weather got a bit breezy and chilly and I was having trouble zipping my jacket. Al kneeled down in front of me. "Here, let me help you, sweetie." He got it done in no time and I threw my arms around his neck and kissed his mouth. "Thank you for lunch, Daddy. It was great," I said smiling. "You're welcome, sweetie," he answered as he stood up. "Want to go to the playground?," he asked, holding his hand out to me. "Yes, Sir." We ended up at the playground as planned but we took a leisurely walk around town; we were in no real hurry. We enjoyed the smells of autumn and the breeze blowing through the trees and the leaves blowing through the streets. At this time of day, sometime after noon, the playground was empty; the neighborhood kids all being in school. I would start in my new school the following day. Al sat on one of the benches to the side of the play area and watched me as I played on the swings, the slides and monkey bars. I went back to the swings and called over to him. "Daddy, will you push me?" He smiled and walked over and for almost an hour he pushed me forward on the swing. I would zoom forward and up and race back where he would catch me, sometimes grabbing my waist, other times clutching my butt. We were having a wonderful time. I was speeding back and I felt his arms go around me and hold me tight, preventing me from moving forward. "Baby, I have to call your Mom. It might be time to take you home." "Aw, okay," I said as he helped me down from the seat. We walked a short distance to Mr. Woodrow's; there was a phone booth outside his store on the corner next to the bus stop. He opened the door and dialed home; he spoke to Mom for a moment and hung up. "She just got home and is waiting for you." We took the direct route home. Walking up the stairs to our apartment, I heard voices from our place. One was Mom's, the other sounded like her boyfriend. Upon entering, the talking stopped and we saw Mom and her friend standing in the kitchen. He was tall, a bit taller than Mom, and he was lean and his suit fit him snugly, making him look very sharp, and he had dark hair and dark eyes; but I didn't much care for him. I don't think he liked me and I never liked the way he looked at me. He never did anything bad to me, but he had those eyes that always looked sneaky, as if he had something to hide. Of course, I was never able to prove any of my assumptions, but years later, I came to the simple conclusion that he saw me as an obstacle keeping him away from Mom. As our `front door' opened into our dining area, she came over to us, the boyfriend behind her. He stood back and waited just by the archway that led to the kitchen. "Hello, Al. Hi, honey." "Hi, Mom," I said, hugging her tight. "Everything okay, Gretchen?," Al asked. "Go to your room, Darling, okay? We'll talk in a little while," she said after kissing the top of my head. "Okay, Mommy." I turned to Al, "Thank you for lunch and watching me today." "You're welcome, sweetie," he said as he leaned down. I hugged him and then headed for my room. I closed the door, but not all the way. I took my jacket and shoes off and stood by the door, with my ear to the opening. Mom was just finishing up introducing Al to her boyfriend. "...boyfriend Paul." Al: "Nice to meet you." Paul: "Likewise." Al: "How did it go today?" Mom answered: "Pretty well. At first Derek tried convincing the Judge I was a bad mother, for what reason I don't know, but the Judge wouldn't believe a word of it as Derek has been gallivanting around Europe for his job for the last several months. It took some time to straighten out the details, but I was awarded custody of Daniel and alimony and child support." "What about Matt and Jimmy?" "Since they're away in military school, they have the choice of which parent they want to live with, which doesn't matter as they'll be off to the Marines in two years anyway. The Judge told Derek he had to pay their academy tuition, but he had agreed to do that anyway." "You'll be okay now?" "Yes, I will. Thank you so much for your help, Al. I appreciate it very much and I know Daniel does as well." "You're both very welcome. Just let me know if you ever need anything." "I will. I'll talk to you later in the week." "Take care, Gretchen. Nice meeting you, Paul." I heard the front door close. Mom: "That was very rude." "I didn't say anything." "That's my point." "I don't like him. He's a sleaze and I think he's a danger to Daniel." "When have you ever cared for my son? Either of them? Where were you at Thanksgiving, Christmas, birthdays?" "You need to break off all contact with this guy." "Are you jealous? He's done nothing but help us. He's a friend of the family, he's not trying to marry me." "Friend? What kind of friend kisses your son?" "What are you saying?" "I saw them come out of the TV shop and I followed them to the cafe. While they were in there, Daniel was rubbing his foot up and down the sleazebag's legs like you do to me when we go to dinner." He was the man in the suit sitting near us! "Not only that, your son called him `Daddy'. Then as I was standing outside, the pervert kissed Daniel on the mouth." "What?!" Uh oh. My stomach sank. And Al called me `sweetie' in front of Mom. Twice. "You spied on my son?!" "What? I thought you'd-" "What gives you the right to spy on my son? You never showed any interest in him before. Just because you come by once or twice a week for sex doesn't mean you can interfere with my family." "You are good at it and can't do much else around -" I heard a loud *SLAP*. "You bastard!" "That...was a compliment," he said slowly. "Get out! Never call me again and if I ever hear of you even walking past my son, you'll regret it. All I'll have to do is make one phone call." Mom's German temper was something not to be messed with. I heard the door slam and I leaped into my bed and covered up as quick as I could, faking sleep. Moments later, Mom came in and sat on the bed next to me, leaning over on me, hugging me. "Baby, I know you're not sleeping." "I'm sorry, Mommy." "Don't be. It's me who's sorry. You shouldn't have heard any of that." "He didn't hurt you, did he?," I asked more forcefully than I had intended. "Oo, that's my little man," she said pulling me to a sitting position, wrapping her arms around me. "Only my feelings, baby," she said, hugging me tight. I hugged back and asked, "Will you be okay?" She chuckled. "Well, I lost a husband and a boyfriend in less than an hour." "But you have me," I said. "Yes, I do. So I guess that means I'll be okay." "You have Al as well." "No, baby, he's a friend. But a very good one. Besides, I wouldn't want to take him away from you." "Mommy, I-" "Shhhh, it's okay," she said, patting my head. "You love him, don't you?" All I could do was nod. "Don't cry, baby...it's alright." All I could repeat in my head was *please don't ask*, *please don't ask*, *please don't ask*. Then she said: "Don't ever be afraid to come talk to me, no matter what, okay?" "Okay, Mommy," I said softly, hugging her tight. We stayed that way for nearly an hour, holding each other, making the hurt go away. We eventually went out to dinner at our favorite Chinese restaurant. The hour got late and I had to take a bath and get to bed as I had an early start waiting in the morning. Mom came in and tucked me in and we shared a warm hug and kiss. But neither of us wanted to be alone, so that night I slept with Mom in her bed. To be continued! :) I hope you enjoyed this second part. Look for more coming soon. Please drop me a line anytime! Hugs and Kisses! Here are the "stand-alone" stories in the "Danielle" series of Adventures: Part 01: "Danielle's First Meeting" Part 02: "Danielle at the Office" Part 03: "Danielle and Daddy" Part 04: "Danielle Works A Saturday" Part 05: "Danielle at the Adult Bookstore" Part 06: "Danielle on the Train" Part 07: "Danielle at the Auto Repair Shop" Part 08: "Danielle's First Photo Shoot" Part 09: "The (Sort of) Sexual Autobiography of Danielle" -"Year One" Look for them on this site! :) Enjoy!