Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2000 08:51:24 -0600 (CST)
From: sinker7@webtv.net
Subject: Needing A Daddy 1-2

This is a true and accurate story about my own personal life as a pussy
boy slave and how I became one.
Born to simple parents in a small down in Idaho I was the youngest of
three children.  I was the only boy with two older sisters.  When I was
only 2 years old my father was thrown from a farm tractor and crushed to
death.  Fortunately I was too young to suffer the emotional impact of
what had happened and continued life as usual  My mother told me my
father had gone away and would not be back. I had never seen much of him
anyway as he was always in the fields.    My mother and two sisters
continued to raise me and I was under the influence of three women.
My father and mother were both small people and that characteristic was
present in all three of us kids. I never grew beyond 5'7"  and both my
sisters were small also but a little larger than me. My mother struggled
to keep food on the table and did odd jobs for people to earn money to
put with a little social security that we recieved from the government.
We managed to make it but we really had to scrimp and save.     One of
the things she did was make me wear my sister's old hand-me-down female
clothes and I continued doing this, even wearing their panties and socks
to early school. People who visited got accustomed to seeing me dressed
as a girl and many strangers thought I was a female. I also got used to
the feel of dresses and frilly underwear as well as knee high stockings.
I only had my sisters to play with and we usually ended up playing with
dolls.
Sometimes they would dress me as a girl and experiment with lipstick my
mother had given them. I would sit there and let them completely
feminize me with bright red lips and all.  I even slept in female gowns.
In those days it was not uncommon for young boys to be dressed as girls
when they were still babies but I was still wearing dresses until I
started to school and even then I wore my sister's old slacks and
underwear.  Some of my sister's blouses looked almost like boy's and I
often wore those.
I started to attend a small rural school and the kids kidded me
unmercifully, calling me "little girl", "sissy boy", and many other
disgusting names.  I started to resent wearing fem clothes and my mother
started to buy men things for me but I continued to wear girl's panties
and my mom had even given me some of her's.  I would go to school
looking male but had nylon panties on under my clothes. When I recieved
my first cotton shorts they felt heavy and uncomfortable so most of the
time I wore panties.
My mother rented our land out to other farmers and so I didn't need to
be one and I couldn't wait to get out of that small town that had a lot
of bad memories for me.  When I graduated I was allowed to move to
Dallas, Tex. where I lived with an uncle and his wife. They had no
children and they really made me feel at home. Dallas was a drastic
change from my small town and I loved being there.  I got an entry level
job at a printing company and started to save a lttle money. I also
started to go out and see the town a little. I got my driver's license
and my uncle would let me drive and old truck he used for his work. I
would go out on weekends to explore the town.
Believe it or not I still wore panties a lot and I still do as I had
grown to love the feel of that silky fabric on my body. I had even
bought some new ones and I bought very silky lacy ones .  I was careful
not to let my uncle see them as I was afaid they would not understand.
I also started to masturbate to relieve the tension that would build up
frequently in my young body. I even started to peek at my uncle's wife
when I got the chance. They made no attempt to conceal their love-making
and I would often lay there at night and jerk off while listening to her
moans as he fucked her silly. One night I got up to go to the toilet and
as I passed their room I noticed the door was slightly ajar and I could
not resist the urge to peek in. I was really supprised at what I saw!
My uncle was laying on his back and his wife Susan had almost all his
penis down her throat. His eye were tightly closed in bliss as she
swallowed his shaft time and time again stopping only to breath after
each penetration. I was seeing my first "Deep Throat" as we now call it
and I was fascinated. What most intrigued me was hs massive cock. I am a
good thick seven inches but he was at least eight inches and very thick.
Her lips were stretched wide to accomadate the mighty intruder.  I stood
by the door as he finally reached his climax and shot his abundant load
of sperm into her hungry glutonous mouth.  Her jaws puffed up like an
adder but her expericenced lips held all the fluid in and soon she let
his limp cock slide from her sperm soaked mouth. It was shiny clean and
her lips were coated with sperm. I will never forget the sight of her
swollen puffy lips as she looked directly at me through the crack in the
door and smiled!   They had known I was there all the time and they were
performing for my enjoyment!!!  As I rapidly made my way back to my room
I was stunned and confused at what had happened. I lay in bed quite
awhile before going to sleep. When Susan called me for my    breakfast I
was almost too shy to go to the kitchen.
I entered sheepishly and tried not to look at either of them directly
but they acted as if nothing had happened and soon we were all chatting
and I was at ease with them again.        Three nights later I noticed
their door open again and I couldn't resist the urge to peep...To be

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