Date: Sat, 14 Jun 2008 17:22:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fred Gingerman <gingerfred2005@yahoo.com>
Subject: Panty Paradise -- transgender

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? Even 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 rapture.

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,
fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe 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 friendships
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'd 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-overdue bath,
Danny," Mrs. Hartley said. "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 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 8th grade. What will I do I the afternoons?"

"Lara's only in 8th 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 into 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 8th 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. From then on,
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 of
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 onto 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 underdeveloped 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 &lt;gasp&gt; 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.

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