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Baby-Girl

By: Summer47



My daughter, Melody, wandered into my office looking for a ride home. This was not unusual. Maybe two or three times a week she chose to spend the 45 minute journey with her old dad, rather than with the kids on the school bus.

That week a new guy had just started in my office and his reaction to seeing Mel was surprising, to say the least. When she looked at him he blushed to the roots of his hair and, I couldn't help noticing, got a huge erection in his tight trousers!

During the ride home that night, I looked at her in a new light. When had I last looked at my teenaged daughter properly – to me she was just my baby-girl and always had been.

She was our only child – although we had both wanted more kids. It sure wasn't from lack of trying! Janet had always willingly opened her legs to me every night of our marriage – other kids just hadn't come along. Because we had Melody we had never bothered to find out why and had no idea whose fault it was.

But, I digress. Back to Melody – she was a typical high school student. She was quite pretty but not drop-dead gorgeous. She was wearing her short red school skirt which showed off her long, tanned legs – she got those from me – and she was wearing a tight red school blouse which accentuated her over-large breasts - she got those from her mother. They had always been one of Janet's best features and still were!

I noticed that Mel did look very sexy in her school uniform and I could certainly see why Simon had reacted as he had.

Over the next couple of weeks, I started taking more notice of her. I noticed how she always wore her skirts too short, her tops too tight – and on more than one occasion I was sure that I had glimpsed a bare bottom on following her upstairs!

And when watching television of an evening, she always parted her legs slightly and rubbed herself and I found myself wondering what her pussy was like!!??

Until then, I had never even thought of my daughter as having a pussy! I had never thought of her as a sexual woman before in my life!

Now I caught myself wondering about her all the time. Whether her pussy was hairy (like her mum's) or was it smooth and clean shaven (as in magazines I looked at)? Was she still a virgin (I doubted it looking at her) or had some lucky lad already plundered her deep, dark, wet hole?

I found myself getting hot thinking about her – it was wrong I told myself, but I couldn't stop. 

I also noticed that the more I watched her, the more blatantly sexual she became. It was like she was deliberately teasing me, tempting me – her own father!

One night, when her mother was at an evening class and Melody and I were watching TV together on the sofa, I casually put my hand on her bare thigh and said, "Hey baby, just when did you get to be so big huh?"

With that, she pushed out her chest proudly and said, "I know Daddy - I'm a 32DD – do you like them?"

And before I could say that that wasn't what I had meant at all, she had started to unbutton her blouse! Her breasts began to come into view – large, round, creamy globes. I swallowed as she continued to unbutton her blouse and pushed it apart revealing a very tight, little black bra.

I could clearly see her large breasts with their darker nipples; the bra was way too small for her and her breasts overflowed considerably.

As I watched her she casually said, "Do you want to touch me Daddy?" I looked at her to see if she knew what she was suggesting and oh yes! Looking into her eyes, she knew exactly what she was suggesting!

Eyes wide open, she parted her legs further and hitched up her little skirt so that I could just see her naked dark hairy mound and could imagine her pussy lips beneath ......

"Daddy?" she pleaded and with this, I reached out and tentatively stroked one breast. She opened her legs wider and pushed one of her fingers into her waiting hole. I watched transfixed as my teenaged daughter began to masturbate in front of me!

Still watching me, she reached behind and unhooked her little black bra and her large, unfettered breasts fell out. 

Unable to resist, I dropped my mouth to one breast and sucked in one large, engorged nipple as I brushed away her hand and began to finger her pussy myself. It was warm and moist – just as I had been imagining. My daughter's warm and moist pussy .....

Suddenly – coming to my senses - I slapped her face hard, called her a slut and left the room - hating myself for my weakness!

The next day, still feeling angry with myself, I came home from work early, knowing my wife would be at work and Melody at school - but I was wrong. 

As soon as I let myself into the house I could hear noises coming from upstairs. Following them I found Mel in our room, on her knees, topless, in front of a boy I had never seen before, with his cock in her mouth!

Shouting, "You stay right where you are you little slut!" I manhandled the boy out of the house and bounded back up the stairs, intending to read my "sweet, innocent" little daughter the riot act!

However by the time I got back upstairs, she was lying on my bed, totally naked, with her legs wide open. Pouting at me she said, "What's the matter Daddy? Are you jealous? Do you want to fuck me yourself Daddy?"

I stood there absolutely dumbfounded as she continued, "Oh yes Daddy. I want you to fuck me Daddy! I want your cock in my sweet little pussy Daddy!"

I didn't know what to say - I just watched amazed as she began to masturbate, all the while talking dirty to her own father. When had my sweet, innocent, baby-girl become so coarse? When had she turned into such a slut? And why did she want me to fuck her - her old man? 

And, damn it, when had she got so fucking sexy?

Before I could make any comment she pulled her pussy lips wide so that I could see inside her wet swollen pussy. She wriggled her little hips – making her large breasts jiggle - enticing me into the room. "Come on Daddy! I've been waiting for you Daddy!"

And, to my shame, I gave in. I walked forward until I was beside the bed. She reached out – unzipped my trousers and took my rock-hard penis into her hand.

"See - you do want me Daddy. Your cock wants me Daddy!" and with this she knelt up and began to suck my penis into her warm, moist mouth.

Well – I'm only human so, with a groan, I dropped one of my hands onto the top of her head and held it there whilst I started to fuck my own sweet daughter's mouth hard!

With the other hand, I started to explore her heavy, overlarge melons – dropping to her sweet pussy – it was warm and wet and tight. I started to plunder it with my fingers – just as I had yesterday but this time – I had no intention of stopping! 

If this was what she wanted – fine - she'd get it!

As I was about to cum she stopped and said, "Oh no Daddy. Not in my mouth. I want you in my pussy!"

And with this, she pulled me down onto my bed and pushed me onto my back. She hitched herself up to straddle me with those massive 32DD bouncing breasts right in my face.

Smiling, she lowered herself to the tip of my rock-hard penis and without warning, pushed all the way down with my cock going all the way up inside her tight, hot, wet little pussy. We both gasped as her tight vagina gripped my shaft.

I'd like to say that I forgot it was my young 18 year old daughter that I was fucking – but I didn't. I knew exactly who I was fucking and it just made it even more exciting!

Using my hands on her hips, I guided her up and down on my long shaft – burying myself right up to the hilt, deep inside her. I sucked one of her large nipples into my mouth and I started to bite on it.

When I was about to ejaculate, I began to withdraw but Melody's vaginal muscles clamped around me and she said, "No Daddy – I want you to cum inside me. I want you to fill my pussy with your cum Daddy! It's alright Daddy, I'm safe Daddy."

Well – I was beyond the point of no return so, with a loud grunt, I shot my load straight up into her waiting, warm, sweet little dark tunnel.

When I had completely emptied myself into her, she sat there (still with my cock inside her) and smiling said, "Thank you Daddy," and gave me a long, searching kiss with her tongue deep inside my mouth – which I returned willingly!

"I hope you've just made a baby in my belly Daddy! I'm not on the pill Daddy – I lied! But won't you just love fucking me when I'm all fat and swollen with your baby? Won't you like that Daddy?" 

In answer, I roughly pushed her onto all fours and from behind her I said, "And just for that, baby girl, I'm going to bust your ass too!"

She gasped and said, "But Daddy. I'm a virgin there. No-one's ever fucked me in my bottom before!"

"Well – no time like the present then!" I said gleefully and I positioned my already hardened cock at the entrance to her dark, tight, unprepared asshole – holding onto her hips.

She screamed loudly as I pulled her straight back – impaling her on my shaft, feeling her tissue tearing inside at the violation. But it didn't stop me fucking her in her virgin ass until I was ready to cum again – this time deep into her bowels – all the time with her screaming and bucking against me. 

And after that afternoon, I filled her fertile, unprotected little womb and her tight, virgin asshole with my hot, sticky semen every single day!

She was like a drug. After that first time, I just couldn't stop and, more to the point, I didn't want to stop! 

Now she rode home with me every night of the week and every night we stopped in a lay-by and fucked in the car – she became very adept at manoeuvring herself!

And every night, after her mother was asleep, I would slip into Melody's room and we would fuck until the early hours. I just couldn't get enough of my horny, sluttish baby-girl! And she obviously felt the same way about her old man!

And yes! She was soon carrying my baby deep inside her fertile little belly – so it obviously wasn't my fault we only had one kid! 

And, as her belly got fatter, and her tits got bigger, we told her mother that she had been knocked up by an old boyfriend and that she wanted to keep the baby! Her mother had no reason to doubt the story and suspected nothing – why should she? 

And Melody had been right – I did indeed enjoy fucking my fat and swollen baby-girl. In fact, the fatter she got - the better! I even fucked her the day she went into labour! And I surely do love drinking at her milk-filled titties!

We have already decided that she will be breast-feeding both the baby and me – at least until I get her "with child" again! And, who knows, maybe my loving daughter will give me all the kids my loving wife obviously couldn't?!

Baby Girl



There are two rooms in my apartment which hold a special meaning for my baby girl. The first one is the punishment room and the second one is the pleasure room. The pleasure room is the bedroom with the brass canopied bed. The room sports a wooden hand-painted screen in one corner and a bookcase loaded with books. On the four bed posts there are ropes which are tied there on a permanent basis, in case I desire to immobilize my baby girl. I always tie her up tightly, with her limbs stretched, in the shape of a cross.

The punishment room is rather small, more like a storage room. Through the window one can see the Thermaikos bay, but no one can see from the outside what is going on inside. The apartment buildings facing us are too far away and there is a gap between them and our building. But if one had binoculars, one could see my baby girl, naked, bending over, hanging on to a wooden chair, with her buttocks high up in the air, awaiting her punishment. The chair is hand painted, with small flowers, and is by Trimar, as is most of my furniture. The baby girl is by D and she is also hand made. It took me a year to shape her.

I tie her by her collar to the chair and leave her there to wait, while I go to the living-room to bring my cigar and the cane. The punishment room has no air-condition, no fan, nothing. If it had more conveniences, I would be tempted to exceed the justice of the punishment. Yet I do have a wooden stool for me, because I want to be seated while I explain to baby girl her transgressions, before and after the beating, sometimes during the beating too. On one wall I have placed a softer seat, with a pillow in the back, for the convenience of a third person, in case the punishment is imposed in front of an audience. The wall is decorated with a large authentic painting, a still life. On the opposite wall there is a picture of my Master, in a wooden frame. And next to it, the mantra of a good sub, also framed. 

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the
shadow of death; I will fear no evil: for thou
art with me; thy rod and thy staff they
comfort me.

This room is a small temple. A temple dedicated to all I believe in and all I wish to teach this adorable baby girl. For the time being, we are studying good manners. 

"How will you ask for something you want? Will you ever make demands again?"

"I would like to... if possible... if it is not too much trouble..."

"That's it. Ten strokes so you do not forget."

When I correct essays I use a yellow marker pen. Here I underline using the cane. Black lines.

"And when we are given something? Do we refuse it? Do we say we don't want it?"

"We say thank you and we accept it."

Another ten and it will do. It's too hot in here. Truly ingeniοus. 

I untie the collar keeping her tied to the chair and take her to the pleasure room. 

*****

Two women, completely naked, on a brass bed with a lace canopy. They embrace and kiss. The younger one has long hair that falls languidly over her face. The older one has large breasts with soft, very large nipples. The older woman is leading the younger one exactly where she wants her. But this is something they both want. She shows her two butt plugs: a metal one and a black one which is double the size. 

"Pick one," she says.

The girl chooses the metal plug. She goes down on all fours and accepts it inside her without any fuss.

"You will always wear that when you are with me. It is disrespectful to me to have your ass gaping."

Then, the older woman gives the black plug to the girl.

"This is for me," she says. "Put it in me and make sure you do not hurt me."

Now they are both plugged. They caress each other.

"How beautiful life is..." the older one whispers. "It was worth being born, if only just for that." She opens her legs invitingly.

Baby girl's fingers are thin and cool as they touch the older woman's genitals. They edge their way into the folds of her flesh, as if they were baby crabs, exploring. They drive her crazy. She explodes within minutes, moaning loudly. How strange... She usually has a hard time to orgasm... 

She pulls the girl onto her and kisses her tenderly. Baby girl smells of honey and cinnamon. There is the exquisite aroma of something else too, something that is just being born.

Yes, it was definitely worth it.

*****

Today I put on the long pink dress and the pink high heeled shoes. Baby girl arrives at seven, as usual. She is wearing a white shirt and a pair of checkered shorts. High heels, peep toes. Today is going to be special. I told her I would punish her without any reason, just for my pleasure. 

I haven't seen her in ten days, she was away on holidays. Despite the fact that we talk to each other every day and she always has her tasks, tasks that are of great service to me and give her the necessary framework so she can get by her day peacefully, our encounters are absolutely necessary to us. We are women, real women, with real bodies which we honor. 

After an hour of chatting and after she has given me her gift, a lovely necklace with purple beads, in the same color as my eyes, I ask her to take off her clothes. She is now in her bra and panties, white on tanned skin. She is beautiful. I ask her to remove everything. 

I remain fully clothed. I am smoking a short fat cigar. I am drinking vodka but I am completely sober, in perfect lucidity. I have to be, so I do not harm her. I have promised to "take her for a stroll", to the place my Master often takes me. And in order to go there, drastic measures are required. Different measures for each girl, but always drastic.

I make her kneel in front of the wooden stool, which I have brought here for the occasion, from the punishment room to the living room. I ask her to place her breasts on the stool. Her breasts are rounded lemons, thoroughly distinct from the rest of her body. They are like the afterthought of a benevolent god, who decided to offer one last gift to an already gifted creature. 

"Why do you want me, D, and not someone else?" she asked me one day.

"Because you are kind, truthful and beautiful." It was an easy answer, spontaneous.

She does not believe me. Like most subs she feels insecure, though her insecurity does not affect her belief in the uniqueness of her offer. The way to combat this insecurity is always the same. Calm support, love and acceptance, constant presence, tasks, consistency in demands, demands that suit her daily life and her personality. And of course, frequent visits to the land of the ultimate pleasure. But above all, the sense that she is unique, the chosen one, the best. Naturally, she is. For me she is. 

When she is certain of herself and she begins to love herself as much as I love her, then all the rest will follow... 

But we are still at the beginning. I whip her small breasts with the cane made from the branch of a peach tree. I do it as is required. Not too hard, but not too softly either. Just right.

I place her on the couch, on all fours. I bring three implements. Three keys for the three gates to pleasure. The cane, the flogger and the cable. I rest my cigar in the ashtray. 

"A hundred," I announce.

Baby girl does not complain. She is calm and very determined. I like that. Bold little girl. I get annoyed with people who chase dreams from the comfort of their room, without ever lifting a little finger. A dream must be given flesh. It must sweat. It must bleed.

"Do you know how to count?" Tribute to my youth. That is how I began too, a long time ago, in a warehouse in Athens.

She counts out the first twenty strokes. They are good strokes, well-balanced, on target. The target is the beautiful buttocks of this slim body which is being offered to me with so much trust. I put my hand in her genitals. She is soaking wet. The first gate has opened. 

I change the key and go for the second gate.

The flogger is a convenient implement. It stings, it does not hurt too much and it does not leave bruises. And yet, by adding strength and stability, one can walk on a certain path, step by step, to surrender. I think it is due to the repetition, more than anything. It is a type of brain washing. The sound of the lashes echoes in the large living-room. The clock strikes the seconds and baby girl counts her steps, in the darkness, with me. Don't be scared baby girl, I know the way. I will not let you get lost.

I lick my finger and put it in her anus. A warm, perfectly formed little hole. She takes it easily, but closes her legs instinctively. 

"Open your legs. Don't you dare close them again." 

She opens her legs. When she opens them wide, as far as they go, I put two fingers in her anus. She keeps her legs open. I think that no one in Thessaloniki is having a better time than us tonight. 

We have opened the gate to desire and the gate to obedience. Let's go for the third gate. That is the toughest one. The ego always puts up a fight. 

I pick up the cable. I try it first on the couch pillows, to see what I am doing and how hard I am doing it. But it is not enough, I have to be sure about the impact too. I try it on my leg. I am using it four-fold, because it is not convenient to me otherwise. It is admittedly painful. 

Let's see what this proud baby girl is made of. 

Ten good ones with the cable. She takes them without any fuss. Well done baby girl. 

And here we are, in the middle of the road. Relax. Breathe slowly. These journeys take their time. They need to allow for the relationship to become true. We have to become a we, made of two souls and two bodies. Otherwise we are wasting our time, we are not going anywhere. We will never reach the island where we will be alone, just me and her, the island of our freedom. Freedom from the things that have hurt us, freedom from the things we have desired and never possessed. Freedom from the insidious taste of being inadequate. Freedom from the weaknesses of our female nature, from all the lies we were fed, in our childhood years and in our youth. Freedom to experience pleasure with no thoughts, no qualms, no guilt. 

I ask her to lie face up. She says her buttocks are in pain. I allow her to drink a little vodka to bring her some comfort. She kisses my hand. I ask her if she feels alright. She nods affirmatively. 

"Has anyone every hit your pussy?" 

She says yes. I begin to slap her clitoris softly with my palm. Her whole body is convulsing. I am ready to bet she is enjoying this. But enough with the break. There is serious work to be done. 

I look at her eyes. The pupils are huge, dilated, dark. I turn her again face down. Now I want her with the stomach and the chest resting on the couch. I want her to be very relaxed for what is to follow. I want her to stop thinking. I want her to stop existing, so she may start to exist more strongly... 

The process is the same as before. Twenty with the cane, twenty with the flogger and ten with the cable. The only difference is that the beating is now transferred to the back.

"That is how they used to beat slaves, always on the back." I know what I am saying and why I am saying it. Baby girl is on her way, she's gone. Have a nice journey, my darling. I will be there when you arrive. 

When I reach eighty, she starts to cry. Her tears are streaming down her cheeks and roll onto the cushions of the couch. I wipe them tenderly and I continue. 

Breathe in. She breathes in. Kiss me. She kisses me. Count. She counts. I stop at the appropriate intervals, so she may pace her breathing, so I may touch her tender little back with my hands, so I may caress her hair...

When I reach ninety, I pick up the cable. I continue at the same tempo. The last lash is just as strong as the first one. 

I help her up, I take her in my arms, I kiss her. She kisses me too but she is drowning in tears. She asks for permission to go and wash her face. I give it to her. 

When she comes back, she finds me in the process of putting on my strapon. 

"I will fuck you now," I say to her. 

"Yes." I think that if I told her I would now cut her in pieces, she would have said the same thing, in the same calm tone. 

I ask her to blow it first in order to lubricate it with her saliva. I am not going to use a condom, because I am a virgin. This is the first time I use a strapon. She makes herself comfortable in the corner of the couch and I push myself into her little pussy. The strapon is enormous, it will rip her up. She has a baby pussy, I have not even managed to fist her yet. She manages to take half the strapon and I try to push in the rest too. 

I am not certain how I should move my waist. Luckily, baby girl knows what to do. She opens her legs and sucks me up into her, as she tilts her head back and moans. She wraps her arms around me. I feel as if I were a young man, fucking a woman for the very first time. I feel strong. I feel... joyful. Yes, that's it, joyful. I experience a tremendous joy. 

I put my hands round baby girl's neck and I squeeze. Every now and then I allow her to take a breath. I know I must be smiling, I am in a sort of a trance. I fuck her properly now. I do it right. Not too harshly, but not too softly either. 

Just right.



Baby Girl & Daddy



Why am I so nervous about this? We haven't been together for very long, but I still trust him. I know nothing bad will happen to me. We had talked about it a few days ago, but hadn't decided whether we wanted to try it. This morning, when he left for work, I made up my mind. I went to the store to pick up what I needed, and hurried home to get ready before I changed my mind.

I went into the bathroom to start my transformation. First, I got out the shaving cream, a razor, and a towel, and sat on the edge of the tub. I shaved my legs until they were smooth. Next came something I had never done before, but always wanted to try. I slathered shaving cream all over my pussy and carefully shaved it clean. When I used the washcloth to rinse it off, I got a little tingle in my clit. Oh, yes, this is going to be fun today. I stood up, dried off, and walked to the mirror. He loves when I wear my medium length red hair down, but today is a special day. Today, my hair is going to be in pigtails.

Now back to the bedroom to change my clothes. First the plain white cotton panties. I bought a plaid mini skirt and white button down blouse, similar to the uniforms the girls in private schools have to wear. White knee-hi socks and black patent leather Mary Jane's complete the look. I walked over to the full-length mirror hanging on the door, and stared. I looked like a little schoolgirl. He was going to love it.

The clock in the kitchen chimed four times. Only half an hour until he came home. I had to hurry up, or the surprise would be broken. He liked having a cold pop when he came home, so I got it ready for him. Filled a glass with ice and brought it into the living room, along with a can of pop. I set it on the end table next to his side of the couch, then sat down to wait. I didn't have to wait very long until I heard his car pull into the driveway. I stood up and walked to the front door, ready to greet him.

"Baby girl, I'm home," he called out as he opened the front door. He stopped just inside the door and stared at me. Whistling, he said, "Baby, what's this all about?" He closed the door behind himself and turned to face me again.

Looking shy, I said, "Well, Daddy, I'm just happy to see you home after work. Your little girl missed you. Did you have a good day?"

Getting into the role, he said, "Well, it is definitely improving by the minute. Spin around baby. Let Daddy see your outfit." I made sure I twirled quickly several times, so he could see the white panties under my skirt.

"Mm, baby girl, you look so sexy in your school clothes. I bet the boys at school all say the same thing. They probably all want to get into your panties and do naughty things to you." He looked stern. "Have you been naughty with any of them baby?"

I looked down. "No, Daddy, I have never been naughty with anyone. I don't know how to do anything like that. I don't even know how to kiss like the other girls do."

"Baby girl, would you like Daddy to show you a few things, so you will be ready when a boy wants to take you on a date to do naughty things?"

I smiled. "Oh, yes Daddy. Would you do that for me? Please?"

He reached over and grabbed my hand. "Of course, baby girl. I love you, and want to take care of you. If that means helping you to be ready for sex, then I'll do what I can. First, I'll teach you how to kiss."

"Oh, I know how to do that already. I kiss you on the cheek every night before bed."

"No, sweetheart, I mean kissing someone on the mouth, not on the cheek. That's what people do when they like each other a lot. Come over here baby girl. I want to really kiss you."

I walked over and stood in front of him. He held my head in his hands, and pulled me closer to him. I closed my eyes as he bent his head toward mine. Softly, slowly, he pressed his lips to mine. I moaned into his mouth. The kiss lasted what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes. He stopped and stepped back. I opened my eyes.

"Very good baby. You learn quickly. Shall we try another type of kiss?"

"Oh yes Daddy. What kind are you going to teach me now?"

"It is called French kissing. I'm going to stick my tongue between your lips. When I do, open your lips slightly. You will enjoy this too." Again, he leaned down toward me, and I closed my eyes. His arms went around me, and mine around him. I felt his lips brush against mine softly. He licked my bottom lip. When I felt his tongue, I parted my lips slightly to let it in. Our tongues danced around each other. When we broke the kiss this time, I sighed.

"Mm baby girl, I like how fast you are learning. Let's go into the bedroom and see what else I can teach you."

We walked into the bedroom and he sat on the edge of the bed. He motioned for me to stand in front of him, so I did. He spread his legs, and I stood between them. Our role-playing was turning me on, and I could tell he was getting that way too.

"Have you ever had anyone undress you, baby girl?"

"Well, you used to when I was little, but I've never had a boy do it before," I said.

"Would you like it if I unbuttoned your blouse?"

"Mm, oh yes I would Daddy."

He slowly unbuttoned my blouse, starting at my neck. Every time he exposed bare skin, he licked me there. I wasn't wearing a bra under my blouse. When he finished the last button, he opened it and pulled it away from my breasts. I heard him moan his appreciation for what he was viewing. He flicked a finger over my left nipple, causing it to harden like a little pebble. I shuddered with pleasure as he did the same to my right nipple. He removed my blouse from my arms and tossed it on the floor. I stood there topless as he decided how to proceed.

Stroking one finger up and down between my breasts, he asked, "How does my baby girl like her lessons so far?"

"Mm, Daddy, I'm really enjoying myself. But I have a question."

"Go ahead baby. Ask Daddy anything you want."

"Well, I feel this wet stuff in my panties, and it started when you were touching me. Why is it happening?"

"Baby girl, that is just your body's way of telling you that it is enjoying what happening to you. If you weren't getting wet, it would mean that I wasn't doing a very good job. Since your panties are getting wet, we should take those off. But I have to take your shoes off first. Lift your right foot and set it on my leg. Ok now your left. There, your shoes are off now. We'll leave your socks on. They look so sexy on you. Now I'm going to take your skirt off, so I can get to your panties. Turn around so I can unbutton and unzip your skirt."

I turned around and he slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt. He slid it, along with my panties, down my legs. He leaned over and softly kissed each cheek, then turned me around. He smiled in surprise at my bald pussy. I gave him a wicked grin, knowing I did the right thing. He reached out and brushed his fingers over my bald pussy, making me shudder in pleasure.

"Mm, baby girl, so soft. I like it." I moaned at his touch. I could feel my juices running down my leg. He noticed it too. "Mm, I can tell you are enjoying yourself. But you are making a mess. I'm going to have to clean you up."

"Do I need to get a wash cloth?"

"No, baby girl, I'm going to clean you up with my tongue. Lie over here on your back. I am going to teach you about oral pleasures. Spread your legs for me baby girl, please. I want to lick up your juices."

I lie on the bed, wiggling in anticipation. I knew what was coming, but I had to pretend I had never been licked before. If I had known how turned on I was going to be, I'd have tried this a long time ago. I spread my legs, watching him climb between them. He knelt there, staring at my bald pussy. I could tell he liked it, because he was licking his lips. I couldn't wait to feel his tongue on my lower lips. He reached out, and lightly touched my bald pussy, watching me wiggle more with pleasure. He softly traced a path around my lips, never parting them. I purred my contentment.

"Hmm, sounds like my baby like this."

"Oh, yes Daddy I do," I said, moving around on the bed, purring again.

"I bet my baby girl will like this too." His touch was firmer, moving over and around my lips. I moaned my approval, and noticed his smile widened, and his pants got tighter. He was as turned on by this as I was. He leaned over, and kissed my lower lips. I moaned louder. He ran his tongue over my pussy, covering every inch. He found my slit, probing a little deeper. I heard his sigh of satisfaction as he found the home of my sweet nectar. Using both thumbs, he parted my lips. He flicked my clit, making me shudder. His tongue moved deeper, licking as much of my sweet nectar as he could. I moaned and shook my head side to side.

He stopped and looked at me. "Does my little girl like what her Daddy is doing to her? Does this feel good?"

"Mm, yes Daddy. It feels so good. Please don't stop. You're making me feel so good."

"Oh, baby girl, you taste so sweet, like honey. I love the way you taste. And I love watching your face when you get turned on. You are so beautiful, little one. What do you want me to do? Can you say the words to Daddy? Do you want to cum?"

"Oh, Daddy, I want you to lick my pussy 'til I scream. Stick your fingers in me. Please make your little girl cum." With that, he plunged two fingers into my wet waiting pussy and sucked on my clit. I tossed my head from side to side, moaning. Suddenly, I sat up and screamed as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me. He didn't stop, but picked up speed. I came again, quicker than before. He had a hard time keeping his mouth locked onto my clit, with me wriggling on the bed like I was. I came at least two more times before he stopped. When he lifted his face, I could see my juices all over his mouth.

"Damn, baby girl," he said, wiping his mouth on his shirtsleeve. "You are really an eager student. Is there anything else you would like to learn?"

"Well, I've heard some of the girls talk about intercourse, but they say it hurts. So I don't know if I want to try it."

"Baby, it only hurts the very first time. But after that, it feels oh so good. Would you like to try it? Would my baby girl like to learn how to make love?"

"Oh, please Daddy, please? I really wanna learn how to make love. What do I have to do Daddy?" "Spread your legs as wide as you can, baby. I'm going to make love to you. Yes, that's right. Now, lift your legs and rest your feet on my shoulders. Oh, yeah. You have sexy legs, baby girl. This will give me better penetration. You'll be able to feel my whole cock inside you. Now, the first time that I put my hard cock inside you, it might hurt a little. But the pain will go away. Then all you will feel is the pleasurable feelings. Each time you make love to a boy, you won't feel any pain, unless he doesn't do it right."

He let just the tip of his hard cock rub against my lips, parting them. Holding it with one hand, he rubbed my clit a little, making me moan again. Ever so slowly, he inched his way into my warm and wet pussy. He waited a moment, then inched back out. He held my legs against his chest, rocking in and out of me.

"Pinch your nipples, baby girl. Feel all the sensations at one time." So of course, I did. It was so wonderful, his hard cock filling me up while I pinched my nipples.

"Mm…Daddy…yes…that feels so good…"

"Oh, baby girl, I love your sexy body, the way it opens to me when I make love to you. You make Daddy's cock so hard. Do you like it slow like this, or do you want Daddy to pump his hard throbbing cock faster and deeper into your wet hot pussy? Tell Daddy what you want. Do you want to cum?" He was moving ever so slowly in and out of my pussy while he was talking to me. I was getting so hot that I couldn't stand it. I was whipping my head side to side on the pillow.

"Oh…Daddy…please…faster…pump me faster…deeper…I want to cum…I love having your hard cock inside me." With that, he started fucking me, moving his cock faster and deeper into my waiting wet pussy. I pumped my hips forward, meeting his every thrust. I let go of my breasts and grabbed onto the bed, twisting the sheets in my fingers.

"Mm…ohhhh…yesss…Daddy…faster…faster…I'm going to cummmm," I shouted. He thrust deep once more. I stiffened, and came what felt like buckets. With a roar, he shot his cum inside my pussy. I could feel our combined juices flowing out of my filled pussy and down my ass. He let my legs down, and rolled over to lie next to me.

"All I can say is wow," he said, panting. "I have never seen you so wet before baby girl. This really turned you on, didn't it? The role playing?"

"Oh, my love, it did, it really did," I said, leaning over to kiss him. "I know we had talked about trying it sometime, but never really said whether we were going to or not. I woke up this morning, and it felt right, to do it today."

"Baby, keep having days like this. Please. I really enjoyed it, if you couldn't tell. I can't remember the last time my cock was that hard, or when I came so hard. And this bald pussy," he said, stroking it, making me purr. "I love it. You are such a sensual woman. So, was this a one time thing, or will you shave it more often for me?"

"Mm, honey bear, now that I know you like it, I'll definitely do it more often." Suddenly, my stomach growled. I giggled, and looked at the clock. "Well, guess it's time for dinner now. Let's see what's in the kitchen for dinner, Daddy." I giggled again as we got up, threw on our robes, and made our way to the kitchen.



Baby-girl & Daddy Ch. 01



Hello, my name is baby-girl. This story is about my online relationship with a man old enough to be my real father. We first corresponded through emails, I am his baby-girl and he is my daddy. Now the relationship has progressed into a real life love affair. 

*****

I sat down at my computer and started writing an email to daddy. He has just returned home from vacation. I envisioned his handsome full figured body, piercing green eye, and brown hair streaked with gray. I could feel my arms encircling him as I gave him a big hug and a welcome home kiss. I closed my eyes and whispered, “I love you daddy!" Then felt my nipples harden, my pussy get damp, and a tingling sensation from head to toe. 

This is the way baby-girl would welcome him home. 

Daddy looked at his watch, 7:45 am and said,

“Momma you’d better hurry you’ll be late for work.” Momma hurried into the room grabbed her briefcase and kissed daddy good-bye uttering,

“See you around 6pm tonight darling, have a good day.” 

Daddy thought to himself and chuckled, “Now that your gone bitch, I will have a good day.” He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down to read the newspaper.

Daddy stopped reading when someone touched his arm. I leaned down and kissed his cheek saying,

“Good morning daddy--welcome home.” 

When he looked, up to kiss, I back his eyes widened and he gasps. There I stood wearing a mini-skirt, frilly white blouse, hot pink bra and matching lace panties, lace trimmed socks and tennis shoes. Daddy excitedly uttered, “Turned around let me see you honey, show daddy what you have for me.”

I turned around and bent over purposely exposing my lace panties to him. I giggled, “Do you like your baby-girl’s out-fit daddy?” I bought it just for you.” I blew him a kiss and said, “I love you daddy and boy did I miss you.”

Before he could reply, I was covering his face with kisses. Then I kissed daddy long and hard. Then ask him, “Is momma going to be gone all day again?”

Daddy pulled me close and replied, “Yes baby-girl she will be gone till around 6pm. Baby your sexy outfit is making my cock hard!”

I laughed nervously and said, “Sit down in your chair now, I want to welcome you home properly.” I turned on the radio and slowly started to strip for daddy. I saw daddy grope his crotch, pointed my finger at him and said, “Oh daddy--no-no--you can’t touch yourself yet. Just watch your Baby-girl daddy.” I took off my blouse and bra, then sucked my nipple into my mouth, then held it in my teeth and bit it, one then the other. Then stopped unzipped my skirt and kicked it toward him. Then I walked over to him bent over with my ass facing and slowly slid down my panties. I wriggle my ass pulled apart my labia, rubbed my clit and finger-fucked myself with two fingers hard.

Daddy reached for his cock again and I yelled, “No--not yet daddy!" I place my juice-covered fingers on his lips and daddy eagerly sucked them clean. “Now daddy strip to your shorts and lay flat on the floor,” I uttered. 

Daddy did as I instructed and lay on the floor. I kissed his lips softly then straddled his face and spoke, “Eat me daddy...make your baby-girl feel good. Suck my clit, finger-fuck my pussy-hole--make me cum. I love the way you eat me daddy, you do it better then any man I have known.” 

His lips went around my clit and sucked it hard, and then he took it between his teeth and bit it gently. He slid one finger then two hard into my pussy hole driving pussy wild as he tongue and fingers work their magic. I start rubbing my pussy all over his face, making it wet. I closed my eyes threw back my head and shrieked, “Oooh yes daddy--just like--oh shove your finger harder into my pussy. Oh my God--eat me! Oh--daddy--please--don’t stop!”

As daddy lapped at my pussy, I reached down and teased his hard cock thru his shorts. He thrust his hips wildly and stopped eating me long enough to shout, “Please baby-girl take them off! Oh, suck my cock; run your tongue all over it…..oooh fuck make me cum with your sweet mouth." I reached into his shorts and mischievously teased at his cock and replied, “I will in a minute daddy--I want you to make me cum first.” 

Daddy held my hips and shoved his tongue in my vagina then pinched my clit with his fingers. I started shivering all over on the verge of and earth-shattering climax. His tongue keep working its magic, I screamed, “Oooooh shit--oooh--daddy--yess--fuck I’m going to cum! Put your tongue in my asshole daddy--I will squirt when I cum. Yes, daddy that is it tongue-fuck my asshole--harder--aaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh my God--I love what your doing to me daddy!” I reach down and spread my cheeks wider as his tongue teased my ass. My body trembled violently as the wave of climax surged thru me and I screamed, “Daddy--I’m cumming!” 

I covered his face, chin with my juices, could hardly speak, and uttered, “Ooooh daddy you sure know to make Baby-girl’s ass feel good!”

Daddy instructed me to get off him then lay on my back on the floor. He ripped his shorts off and positioned himself on his knees with his hard cock inches from my pussy. He rubbed his cock from my clit to my ass then lubricated it. He encircled my asshole with his cock then thrust it deep into my ass, making me jump. 

Daddy fucked my ass hard then uttered, “Baby-girl talk dirty to your daddy, tell me what you want. Tell me how bad you need daddy to fuck you!”

I look up into daddy’s face and with a sexy voice said, “Oh daddy, fuck your little whore! Grab my hips and shove your cock deep in my tight ass. Bite my nipples--as you fuck your little slut. Oh--dam--it feels so fucking good! I love you daddy. Baby-girl likes being daddy’s sexy slave. I love to fuck my daddy. Cum for me daddy--cum in baby-girl‘s ass!”

Daddy fucks me harder and soon blows his load deep in my ass and shouts, “Oh such a good little fucker my Baby-girl!” He takes his cock out of my ass and holds it close to my lips uttering,

“Now, lick daddy’s cock clean--do-it-now!” When I do not respond he screams, “Suck if off now--baby--lick my God dam cock clean--slut!”

I shake my head no and cry, “No, oh--gross--daddy, I can’t lick your cock, it’s dirty with shit. Oh please don‘t make me lick it--pretty please!” 

Daddy looked at his cock and exclaimed, “Hell baby-girl there is no shits on it see--look at it--now suck it clean.” I glance at his cock and before I can speak, Daddy grabbed my head and pushed his cock in my mouth. Then declared,

“Lick my cock clean you little whore--oh-yeah--that’s it. Baby-girl--lick it--suck it--take it all in your mouth honey. OOOH sweetheart--you sure know how to give good head baby!”

I eagerly lick him clean then squirmed and started to rub my throbbing clit. I stopped slurping and uttered, “Mmmm--oh-fuck--daddy you’re turning me on more--your going to make me cum again! Oh, your cock tastes good--daddy--hold my head and fuck my mouth with your cock. Oh--yeah just like that--Ahhhh--I love my mouth fucked!”

Daddy could not keep his eyes off me and excitedly said, “Baby-girl, rub that clit hard for daddy--that’s it--masturbate for daddy--as I fuck your mouth. Daddy was out of control fucking my oral cavity like a wild crazed animal. With his cock buried in my oral cavity, he reached down and pinched both nipples hard. I held his cock in my mouth with my free hand, feeling it pulsating and knew he would soon cum again. I pinched my clit and rolled it in my fingers then began shaking as the climax overtook my body--cumming so hard I dribbled pee.

Daddy thought out-loud and yelled “Oh-my-God baby-girl you’re so fucking hot! Dam--I wish had my video camera on right now. Those fuckers at work would sure pay me a bundle to watch me fucking my own daughter!”

Baby-girl stopped sucking his cock and said, “But daddy, I thought you did not want anyone to know your fucking me? Nevertheless, I would do it on cam if you ask me too. Daddy, I did not know it would feel this naughty--this good--fucking you. Hot-dam--I love fucking you daddy!" Baby-girl continued to suck daddy enthusiastically as if she was eating her last meal. 

Daddy stiffened and in breathless anticipation uttered, “Baby-girl I am there--ahhhhhhhh--swallow it all lover! “ Cumming so hard he almost lost his balance and I almost dropped his cock.

We collapsed in each other’s arms as my tongue licked a drop of cum from my lips. I snuggled up closer to daddy and grinned saying, “Did you like you welcome home daddy?”

Daddy took my face in his hands kissed my cheek and said, “That the best welcome home I ever had, I love you, Baby-girl of mine! You sure know how to love your sweet daddy!”



Baby-girl & Daddy Ch. 02



(The story is real. Daddy is old enough to be my real father. This is part two, daddy’s’ reply to my email)

Daddy sat looking at his computer wondering what he would put in his email to Baby-girl. Her last email made him so hot; his fingers were so shaky he could hardly type. 

He could envision meeting her for real. Placing his arms around her waist and pulling her close and kissing her passionately. Her lips parting as his tongue danced with hers.  Oh God every part of him wanted to fuck Baby-girl. He felt his pupils widen and his cock stir in his pants. 

Daddy typed that he would be driving through her small town on the way to a convention in October. He said, “Baby-girl, I would love to stop by for a cup of coffee and say hello. Then added and maybe if you’re alone--we can go someplace discreet and make love. If you send me your phone number I can call you before I leave honey, so you‘ll know when to expect me.” 

He then asked, “Is your mother still there? If she is we’ll have to be content talking over a cup of coffee and remember to watch what we say, OK!” Then added, “If she is darling, I hope she is not drunk and passed out on your couch again.” 

Daddy laughed out loud and typed, “Now if she is drunk--hehe--this is what I would do--with your help of course. This might be a naughty way of getting even with her for being stuck up, grumpy bitch and visiting without calling first.”

It might go this way he uttered, “Now don’t fall off that chair with laughter--you might bruise that pretty ass of yours.”

Baby-girl heard someone knock at the front door. When she opened it she saw daddy standing there, put her finger to her lips and whispered, “Hello there, come in, but please be quiet, his mom is here." She took him by the hand and quickly led him into the kitchen. Showed him where to sit and poured them each a cup of coffee, then looked around to make sure no one was looking and kissed daddy hard on his lips. 

Daddy returned the kiss then pointed for her to sit down and whispered, “Be careful will you baby. We would not want dear ole momma to catch us.” Then looked around making sure she was not peeking around the corner. 

Daddy took her hand and said softly, “Are you okay honey? I remember you telling me how rude she is.” He placed his fingers to his lips and blew her a kiss.

With an angry look on her face Baby-girl said,

“Yes, but fuck, I wish she'd learn to be polite enough to call before she visits. I hate it when she just drops in, like this. You’d think this was the only hotel in town, with a vacancy sign in the front yard and a dam revolving door.” “I told hubby that I’d help her pack and personally place her on a bus to Ten-buck-two,” she giggled. 

Daddy chuckled and said, “Now, you’re not that mean, are you! If you are remind me never to make you mad at me.”  

Baby-girl smirked and said, “I wish I had a way of making her wish she never came for a visit this time. With the way my luck has been lately they'd both have me hanging by my toes by sunrise. ”

Daddy winked at her, then grasps Baby-girl by the hand and said, “We can, I have a way if you can help me.” 

Baby-girl grinned and uttered, “I’m game if you are, but I do not want to hurt her, just embarrass the hell out of her. Then the bitch will think twice about visiting--with telling us she’s coming. “

Daddy stood up and motioned for her to join him as he enters the living room. They both glanced at her mother passed out drunk on the sofa; he poked her in the ribs and winked.  

He walked over and pointed to her dress, Baby-girl stifled a laugh with her hands over her mouth. There lay mom in all her splendor, with her dress covering her face, and a bit of hair sticking out the sides of her panties. 

Daddy licked his lips and says, “Oh yeah, I like it she reminds me of my own grandma. Oh baby-girl let‘s have some naughty fun with her. You go over and hold the dress so she can’t see me slide her panty’s down over her big ass.” 

Baby-girl did as instructed and jumped when she saw daddy pulling off her underwear. She hoped the old biddy did not wake up and smack the tar out of both of them.

Daddy gasped and said, “Damn, I love fat droopy pussies and asses. Baby, I hope this doesn’t offend you, but I want to fuck your mother.” Then he slowly lifted her tits from her bra without taking it off. And stood his eyes mirrored his desire for this older woman.

He handed baby-girl his belt and uttered, “Baby-girl put this around her hands so she can’t get loose. I don’t want the crap beat out of me if she wakes up.” When she attempted to cover moms face the dress slips down and showed her open mouth and toothless grin. 

Daddy gave baby-girl a smirk then moved up toward mom’s mouth and slid his cock into her mouth. Mom started sucking it like a baby instinctively does when a nipple is rubbed against their lips. His face glowed with excitement and he said, “Hot-dam she’s a good cock-sucker too--I am so fucking hard right now! “ 

Daddy spoke quietly, “Baby-girl, go get the rubber cock you told me about. Then let me see you fuck her asshole as I ram my dick in her mouth. Daddy bellowed, “Fuck--oh--yeah.  Oh-my-god you’re making me so dam hot. I love watching you slide the toy deep in her ass.” 

They both jumped and froze when mom moved and moaned loudly. But she doesn’t seem to wake up, just starts humping the rubber cock. Daddy laughed and said, “Oh-my-she loves it, let’s fuck her good.”

Mom’s pussy is sopping wet and her nipples are erect and she’s still passed out. Daddy takes his cock out of her mouth and said, “Its time for me to eat her pussy.  He spreads mom’s labia and inhales her aroma then flicks his tongue all over her pussy till he hears her moan again. Then without a word daddy rose up and shoved his stiff cock into her fucking her like a crazed animal. 

Then whispered to me, “It’s about time someone fucked your mother roughly. She’s been asking for it with her big mouth and bitchy attitude. “

My mother began to moan and shoved her pussy hard into daddy’s cock. Soon she yelled,

“Hell--yes--oh-my--fucks me!”  She begins to shake hard and was speechless and they both knew she was cuming.

Baby-girl’s eye were widen in amazement, she could not believe that her mother had not smacked daddy into the next county by now.  

She chuckled and spoke softly, “That woman never smiled, hell everyone know she can’t enjoy anything without bitching. Dam I have never seen that woman smile that big.”

All the sudden, daddy stopped fucking, took out his cock and examined mom’s pussy. She pussy was pulsating hard and its lips very irritated and red. He stroked his dock and said, “She’s probably tender because she has not been fucked for a long time. But then again I bet a man could not get close enough to fuck her because of her mouth…unless they have duct tape.” He put his cock back in her and continued to fuck moms’ vaginal orifice.

Unexpectedly mom screams, “0oooh--no--stop--quit it dam it!  Wait--oooooh--stop--oooooooh.” 

Then hesitated--then let’s go yelling at the top of her voice, “Oh my yes--this feels good---keep it up!  Fuck-me, do it--harder--ram your cock in my cunt! Ahhh--that‘s it--show no mercy--its been--too-dam long since I fucked! Ooooh honey--fuck my pussy! “

When mom glanced down she had this weird look on her face. They both stood in our tracks, if looks could kill--they were dead! Then after a long pause, her mother patted daddy on the ass and spoke slurring her words, “Oh my--nice fucking sonny--you knew what momma wanted didn’t you!” 

Mom could barely keep her eyes open and hold her head up; because she was still drunk. She attempted to speak, but passed out on the pillow with daddy’s cock still in her pussy. 

Baby-girl could not believe my eyes--mom was letting this strange man screw her. 

Daddy laughed and pulled his cock out of her vagina and placed it back in her mouth. Mom clamped his cock like a vise and hungrily sucked his cock. He shouted, “Wow--momma--shit--aaaah--hold still dam it. Come over here baby-girl and hold her head, so I can ram it down her throat.” 

My mother started gagging, but daddy keeps going. Baby-girl could tell by his face he was about to cum. Mom spoke in a drunken stupor,

“Yum-yum-yum, dam you have a nice peter love.” Then gurgled something unintelligibly that sounded like, “Yummy.” Daddy blew his load in her mouth and momma tried to swallow it all but some of it dripped on her chin.

Afterwards we cleaned mom up and put her clothes back on. Then stood back looking at her to make sure everything was in the right place. They glanced at each other and snickered, there was a drop cum on her lips. They looked at each other and decided to just leave it there. Then walked arm an arm toward baby-girl’s bedroom.

As they walked towards the bedroom, daddy whispered in her ear, “Are you still daddy’s Baby-girl?”

Baby-girl kissed his cheek and uttered, “You know I am--my heart belongs to daddy!”

Daddy then ended the letter by typing; “Yes--that’s exactly what I would do!  Daddy loves his baby-girl.”  Signed his letter; “Kisses and hugs,” Daddy.



Baby-girl & Daddy Ch. 03



Part three--Baby-girl finally is alone with daddy in his hotel room. They experience a few hour of erotic pleasures. 

Baby-girl closed and locked her bedroom door. Then put her arms around daddy’s neck, as he pulled her close, kissing him hard. She felt her knees go weak--oh, she wanted him with every part of her body. Nevertheless, she hesitated placing her hand on his shoulder and uttered softly, “I think we’d better stop and go someplace discrete. It is too risky here and that bitch might catch us."

Daddy looked and nodded in agreement. Then asked where the bathroom was and quietly left the room. He calmly peeked around the corner making sure her mother was still sleeping on the couch. He did not want to run into her and try to explain, why he just came out of Baby-girl’s room.

Baby-girl closed the bedroom door then grabbed the small brown overnight bag from under the bed. Then giggled and whispered, “Oh Daddy your going to love this." Inside the suitcase, a short leather skirt, sheer white blouse, and white lace panties with matching garter belt, nylons and heel. Baby-girl could not wait to wear it for daddy. 

She was writing something on a piece of paper when daddy walked into the living room. She glanced up at him then pointed to the door, then stood up taped the note to the TV screen and grabbed her bag. 

Once they were out of earshot she told daddy, “I left her a note saying I was going out to dinner with a friend and wouldn’t be back till around 11 pm. Now, do not look so worry daddy we will be safe and besides hubby doesn’t get home till after midnight.” 

Daddy glanced at his watch, 4 pm then thought to himself, “Oooh--six hours for hot sexy fun with Baby-girl--hell how cares about eating.” He put the suitcase in the back seat and opened the car door for her. Then winked at her went around and got in behind the wheel. 

He started the car then glanced at her saying,

“Dam, never in my wildest dreams would believe I would actually meet my Baby-girl. Honey, has daddy told you how beautiful and sexy you are?” 

She laid her hand on his shoulder and replied,

“Neither did I daddy. I had no idea my wish would ever come true and we‘d met. Then glanced at daddy’s face, oh daddy you’re so handsome.” 

He drove to an out of the way restaurant, perfect for talking unnoticeably. He was careful when they got out of the car and walked into the diner, he did not want to do anything suspicious. The waiter directed then to a hidden corner and handed them both a menu. 

Daddy touched her hand and asked, “Are you really hungry? “I’m have an appetite, sweetie, but it’s not for food. Oh Baby-girl, lets go somewhere more private, I want to make love you.”

She looked at him and smiled saying, “I’m not hungry at all daddy--all I want right now is you!" 

Daddy left the waiter a tip, then stood walking close to her hoping no one would notice the tent in his pants. 

She barely got into the room when Daddy pulled he close and kissed her hard, sliding his hand up under her blouse. “Oh God--I want you--Baby-girl! I want to kiss you from your hot lips to the center of your pussy. I want to feel your juices filling my mouth as my tongue works its magic on your clit. Oh my sweet baby--lets fuck!”

She kissed his cheek then stepped back and stated,

“Slow down daddy, let me change into something sexy for daddy, then I am all yours." She grabbed the bag and hurried into the bathroom. She quickly donned the outfit and stood looking at herself in the mirror. Her bra-less nipples strained the sheer white blouse, then turned around and gasp at her sexy body. She could see a hint of her garter belt, smirked then ran her hand down her smooth sexy legs. She blew herself a kiss whispering, “Baby-girl you’re a sexy slut--oooh I like it.” 

She walked into the room put her finger in her mouth childishly and said, “Ready for some fun daddy.” 

Daddy was sitting naked on the bed when she came into sight. He smiled his eyes widened and he almost feels off the bed. Then exclaimed, “Hot-dam Baby-girl I love you sexy outfit. Turn around honey show me what you have for your sweet daddy.”

She turned slowly then bent over running her finger down her legs and cooed, “Mmmm.” Then stood up and squeezed her hard nipples thru the translucent fabric. Baby-girl licked her lips when she saw daddy’s cock stick out in front of him and squealed, “Oh daddy, for an older guy you’re so fucking sexy! I can‘t wait to fuck my sweet daddy.” 

Daddy could hardly speak and uttered, “Strip for daddy, but leave on your garter-belt and heels. He gasps when she removed her blouse and licked his lips--dam she really did have big breasts--he could not wait to fondle them. When she stood before him he eyed her slowly, when he seen her shaved cunt--he nearly came. He stroked his cock a few times and yelled, “Ooooooh fuck baby-girl you’re making my cock drool--come over here and suck daddy’s rod.” 

She tells him to lie down then started kissing him. She gave his forehead a soft wet descending to his cheeks then firmly on his lips. She felt her body respond--her nipples hardened and moisture dripped from her pussy mound. She ran the fingers of her free hand thru her labia then brought them to daddy’s lips and watched him lick them clean.

Baby-girl then leaned over and encircled his nipples with her tongue, then bit it gently and felt daddy quiver. She continued descending with kisses until her lips were touching the tip of daddy’s firm cock. She flicked her tongue thru the precum savoring its aromatic flavor and purred, “Yummy, you taste so good,” She keep on lapping at his cock and balls, teasing them with her lips and tongue. The slid her hot warm lips around daddy’s member and sucked him slowly and deep until his pubic hairs tickled her lips.

Daddy yelled, “Dam, girl you sure know how to give great head! Oh--now slow down--not so fast sweety--I don‘t want to cum in your mouth. Oh honey, changes place with me, I want to eat you and bury my tongue deep in your pussy.” 

Baby-girl lies on the bed and spread her legs wide for daddy purring, “Come on daddy dinner’s ready! Suck my clit--oooh--yes--harder--oh god, bite my clit gently and finger fuck me hard. Wow daddy, you sure know how to eat pussypie. Daddy, make your baby-girl cum!”

Daddy paused; he wanted to feel his cock deep inside her when she came. He stopped eating and instructed her to get on top of him saying,

“Straddle my cock honey. I want to watch my dick slide in and out of your hot little cunt as I rub your swollen clit. Oh baby-girl rides me hard--fuck me!” 

Baby-girl slid her wanting pussy down hard on daddy’s cock. Then she reached down and pinched her nipples hard, rolling then between her fingers and begin talking dirty--just the way daddy liked it. Saying, “Oh daddy fuck your little whore--oooooh do it--ram your cock deep in my hot cunt. Oh, you hot fucker--watch me suck my hot swollen nipple and bite them hard. Oh-my ahhh--daddy--yes--oooh don’t stop--fuck your slut--deeper--harder!” She began moving in rhythm with his thrust then reached down and squeezed his cum filled balls.

Daddy grabbed her hips with both hands slamming her down hard on to his throbbing member. He could barley speak he licked his lips and said,

“That’s it my little cunt--keep going--fuck your daddy!” The sight of her sucking her own nipples and smooth pussy descending onto his cock was more then he could take him screamed, “Oh shit--I’m cumming!”

Baby-girl began to shake hard as his hot jism exploded against the walls of her vagina. She felt wave of climax rippling thru her body, 

“Oooooh daddy, pinch my clit--ahhhhhh--yess--oh fuck--I’m there,” she exclaimed. 

After the event, they lay nestled in each other’s arms. She snuggled closer to him then looked up into Daddy’s face and uttered, “I love you daddy--I’m your Baby-girl forever!”

Daddy kissed her lips softly and winked, saying, “I love you, Baby-girl.” Then looked at his watch and said, “Its time honey, you’d better get dressed so I can take you home.” 

They drove home in silence with her head against daddy’s shoulder. All the sudden she sat up and yelled, “Oh dam, I hope that bitch was too drunk to remember what happened--or too embarrassed to talk--or we are both in heap of trouble.”

Daddy looked at her and grinned, “Let’s playing deaf and dumb on this one baby. That way she will think it was a dream. I’ll bet you ten bucks, she will call before she comes to visit next time!” 

Baby-girl got our of the vehicle and blew daddy a kiss saying,“Good-bye daddy email me when you get home, I had a great time! “

Baby-girl walked nervously toward the house. She opened the door and walked into the living room her mother was awake reading the newspaper. Baby-girl gulped and wished her fears were not too apparent then mumbled, “Oh-oh here she comes--she going to give it to me with both barrels loaded.”

Her mother greeted her with a big smile. Then looked at baby-girl with her normal intimidating gaze and asked, “Well, did you have a good time with your friend, honey, I didn’t realize you were gone till I read your note I must of fell asleep on the sofa again. Oh I‘m stiff, I think I will head off to bed, am comes early these days. By the way I will be leaving the day after tomorrow, I want to spend some time with my older sister while I‘m here, Good-night.”

Baby-girl had to bite her tongue to keep from busting out laughing; this was too good to be true. “Good-night mom, see you in the morning.” 

She pinched her arm and uttered, “Ouch--well at least I am not dreaming.” She glanced around the room--for an empty beer bottle, then chuckled and whispered, “That woman must still be drunk--or delirious. But I’m not letting my guard down till I see her pulling out of our driveway.”



Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 01



Warning: This is the first chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a "Quick Read", but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure. 

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"Paul, it's good to see you." He said as he met me at the door to his private study and shook my hand. Standing before me, PJ looked uncomfortable and unsettled. I took notice of it because I'd never seen him that way before. 

Shoving his hands deeply into his pockets, he rocked back on his heels and then smiled a crooked smile and said, "I'm happy you came to see me about this, and frankly, I've been anticipating this conversation for some time." 

I was talking to Patty's father, the famous business tycoon, PJ Wallingford. 

I'd asked Patty to marry me four times in the last year. Each time, she reiterated the fact that she loved me with all her heart, but despite everything I said and did, she always turned me down saying she wasn't ready to get married. For some time, I'd suspected there was some unknown factor keeping her from saying 'Yes', but I couldn't figure out what it was. I asked her once if she wanted to break up, but she swore to me that I meant everything to her. Thoroughly confused about Patty and our situation, I finally decided to talk with her Dad to see if he could help me understand what was going on. 

I wasn't sure where to start, so I began the conversation with Patty's father by telling him I was in love with his daughter. "I know you are, son," he answered, "and I know she loves you, too. I'm very happy for the both of you."

I went on to tell him how I'd proposed to Patty four times and how she said "No" four times. 

"I know, Paul." PJ said to me. "And each time you asked her, she came home to me and cried her eyes out for hours. The last time it happened, I had to cancel a business trip to stay home with her because she was so distraught." PJ leaned forward and looked at me, adding, "She's afraid you're going to give up and quit asking, you know. That's why I'm glad you finally called me."

"Sir," I continued, "I don't know what to do about her. I don't know if it's something I'm doing, or something I'm not doing..... I don't know if it has something to do with inheritance or social status, or what! All I know is that I love your daughter and I'm almost to the point where I'm about ready to kidnap her and hold her hostage at gun point until she says "Yes".

PJ started laughing. It's a good thing, too, because I'm sure in any other context, someone saying they might kidnap his daughter would bring down the wrath of hell on them. One thing I'd learned in the last eighteen months was that Patty was definitely a Daddy's Girl.

"Well, let me set your mind at ease about a few things, Paul," he answered, "her reluctance to say "Yes" doesn't mean she doesn't want to marry you, I can assure you of that, and I hope you believe it. And it has nothing to do with inheritance, social status or anything you're doing right or wrong. I know my daughter - and I know she loves you. She's been in love with you almost since your first date."

"Then, can you tell me how I can convince her to marry me?" I finally blurted out.

"Yes, Paul, I probably can." He answered. Then after thinking a few seconds, continued, "But, that's a whole different conversation than what we're having right now." 

I was confused. How could it be a different conversation? I was sitting here talking to him about why Patty wouldn't marry me. It was simple enough, I though. I'm asking why -- all he has to do is answer.

"PJ," I replied, "I'm confused now. I thought you said you could help me out with Patty."

"Let me put it another way," PJ answered, "I can help you understand why she won't say 'Yes', but that's going to be a tough conversation to have. It will be a long one, too..... and difficult for both of us, I'm afraid." 

He paused for a minute and added, "During that conversation, you'll probably get angry, and you'll probably feel hurt. You might feel betrayed and you'll most likely run out of here and never want to see Patricia again. And you should know, there could be consequences to that conversation, son.... you need to clearly understand that."

PJ got up out of his chair and stood behind his desk. "Look, Paul," he said, "if I just scared the crap out of you, I apologize. We can forget the whole thing if you like. You're free to get up and walk out of here and I won't think any less of you."

I stood up and walked to the edge of his desk. "Sir," I replied, "I came here today to find out what I need to do to get Patty to marry me. That's my only focus right now and I'm not going to rest until I find out what that is. There's nothing more important to me, and there's no force on Earth that can divert me from that."

I paused for a moment and looked at him. "Sir, uh.... PJ," I said as I took a deep breath, "look, you probably don't understand. I would do or give anything to marry your daughter. If the conversation you referred to will put me on the path to get Patty to say "Yes", then by all means - let's have it. She is the most important thing in my life, PJ. I don't care about anything else."

He shrugged his shoulders and sat down in his chair. Crossing his arms over his chest, a satisfied grin appeared on his face as he said, "You know, I really think you mean that."

"I do." I answered.

"Paul, listen to me carefully." He warned. "You've convinced me that it's time for you and I to have this talk. But, before we do, I'm going to need some assurances that you'll never disclose anything we talk about in any way, shape or form, other than with Patricia and myself." 

"You have my word on that, Sir." I promised him.

"Well, don't take offense to this, but I need a little more assurance than that." He opened one of his desk drawers and pulled out a large envelope. "I've had this in my drawer since the day after you asked Patricia to marry you the first time." He said. "I've been waiting..... uh, well..... actually hoping, for this day to come so I could hand it to you."

Continuing, he said, "What I want you to do is read what's in here. Once you read everything and understand exactly what you read, you'll have to sign them. When you've done that, we can have that talk. And at the end of that discussion, you'll understand everything clearly." 

I reached out to take the envelope, but he pulled it back and added, "Son, make sure you read this carefully. I'll give you an hour or so to look it over and then I'll answer any questions you have about it. Paul, if your quest is as urgent as you've led me to believe it is, this is where you begin."

He handed me the envelope and told me to make myself comfortable at his desk. "I'll have some things brought in for you while you read," PJ said, "and I'll come back in about an hour to see how you're doing. Don't rush, Paul, take as much time as you need."

With that, PJ left the room and I was left alone in his study. 

The quiet in the room was almost deafening. I couldn't hear one audible sound besides my own breathing. Since he told me to sit at his desk, that's exactly what I did. I'd been in this room before with Patty many times to see him, but now that I was sitting in his chair behind his desk, a sense of humility came over me. I had to wonder how many business deals and how many millions of dollars had been made at this desk.

I held the envelope in my hands and thought about the words he used. There was a bit of mystery here and some intrigue, too. For sure, there was a secret somewhere and I figured it was a pretty big one. But, I loved Patty and I was willing to play just about any game to make her mine. As I was about to open the envelope, a knock came from the door. When I looked up, Patty poked her head in and smiled at me. 

"Daddy asked me to bring you some things. May I come in?" She asked.

"Well, of course." I answered. "It's your house!"

Patty came in pushing a cart that had some cold drinks and a few office supplies -- things like highlighters, pens and pencils. But what really caught my eye was the outfit Patty was wearing. On top, she wore a tight white halter which was noticeably too small. It clearly showed the outline of her tiny breasts and her nipples, which were poking out through the material of her shirt. I set the unopened envelope down and leaned back in PJ's chair so I could simply admire my angel. 

On the bottom, she had on a pair of tight white short shorts that she knew I loved. They hugged her petite body like a glove, especially at her crotch and around her little butt, plus they were thin enough I could easily make out the tiny pink bikini panties she wore underneath. She knew her outfit would get my attention because she'd worn it many times before. Every time I saw her in it, my penis went into instant boner-overload mode.

She pushed the cart next to the desk and slipped behind me and leaned down to kiss my neck. Seeing that I hadn't opened the envelope yet, she asked, "Aren't you going to open it?"

"Uh huh," I answered, nodding my head up and down, "I was about to, but you've kind of distracted me now. Damn, Patty," I said, "I can't believe you wear that in front of your father. Your nipples are really poking out." 

My comment made Patty giggle and she stepped around to the side of the chair. "Oh, am I making you jealous?" She asked, pushing right up next to me. Her nipples were almost even with my mouth and I could have leaned over and bitten one - she was that close. 

She reached down to my lap and pressed the palm of her hand against my crotch. "Oh, my! You Naughty Boy!" She exclaimed. 

I had to smile. She'd given me that nick name, "Naughty Boy" the day we had our first date. It was the most supreme day of my life: the day we had our first kiss, the day I sniffed her panties for the first time and first time I experienced one of her glorious handjobs. Embarrassingly enough, it was also the day she introduced me to exhibitionism.... and much more.  

"Did I do that?" She asked innocently, referring to the straining erection in my pants.

I moaned as she pressed her hand against my cock and then finally giving in, I pushed the chair back from the desk to give her more room. As soon as I pushed back, though, she pulled her hand away. 

"Daddy warned me not to bother you, but, uh, it seems I already have." Patty whispered, leaning over to rub her nose against mine. She placed her hands on the side of my face and pulled us together, kissing me tenderly on the lips. "Thanks for coming to talk to Daddy today." Patty said. "I was starting to worry you might never figure it out. But you did, and you're here now, and I love you so much for that."

Quietly, she turned to leave, stopping at the door to wiggle her little butt at me. Then with a coy glance over her shoulder, she left the room and I was left alone again with the silence.

The envelope contained several documents attached together. There was a broadly worded Non-Disclosure Agreement as well as a very thorough set of documents that effectively transferred everything I owned into PJ's name in return for a payment of $1. That included all my personal belongings, real estate, investments and 100% of my business interests. The effective date of the transfer would occur sometime in the future, at a date which PJ would provide. The agreement would stay in force for 99 years and there was no revocation clause. In essence, once I signed this, he could execute it at any time and he would instantly own everything that was mine. This is the kind of document no one in their right mind would ever sign and it's the kind of a document my lawyer would blow his top over.

I read every word on every page inside the envelope. It was interesting how the forms were already made up and how they contained my formal name, including my middle name, along with my ID numbers and other particulars I would consider private and confidential. Whoever put all this together had done their homework very well.

There was a lot of legal mumbo-jumbo, but I understood exactly what the papers were saying. After I'd read through it twice, the door opened and PJ walked in and shut the door behind him. 

"Any questions you want to ask me?" He asked.

"Well," I answered, "just one. But, first let me say you've got me pegged wrong if you think any of the material possessions I have is more important to me than Patty is. So if you think you'd ever leverage me away from her by executing this agreement in some way, you're barking up the wrong tree, Sir."

"Paul, that's not the intent of the document at all." He replied, chuckling. "But I'm glad to see you'll put my daughter above anything else in your life. Why don't you ask your question and let me answer it. Then I'll explain what the document is for."

"If I sign these, will Patty agree to marry me?" I asked.

"Good question, Paul." PJ said. "The direct answer is "No", signing the papers will not let you walk out of here able to marry Patricia. But, by signing it you'll be able to take the first step to making that happen. Said another way," he paused for emphasis, "If you don't sign, there's no way the two of you will ever marry."

That wasn't what I expected to hear and I had to take a minute to think about it. "Paul, let me explain how the documents would be used." PJ pulled up a chair and sat directly in front of me. "Son," he continued, "if you sign the documents, I'll keep them in my lawyer's safe with strict instructions that they would never be executed unless you disclose any portion of the conversation we need to have. Even if you decide to walk away from Patricia after we talk, as long as you keep your mouth shut, you're fine. But if we ever find out you've disclosed or repeated even one iota of what we talk about, we'll execute the agreement and you'll be penniless and financially ruined."

"So this is the reassurance you were speaking of earlier?" I asked.

"Exactly." PJ replied.

"So if I sign this, we can have the discussion and I'll have a chance to marry her. And if I don't sign, I'll never have a chance. Did I get that right?" I asked.

"Right again." He replied.

"And as long as I keep quiet about the conversation we need to have, I've got your word you won't ever execute this agreement?" I inquired, holding up the document.

"You've got it perfectly, Paul." PJ answered.

"Sir, your word is good enough for me." I said as I signed the papers and then handed the bundle over to him."

"Paul, I promise you've made the right decision." PJ said as she stood and shook my hand. "So, when would you like to talk?" He asked. "We can do it now, or this evening, or tomorrow -- or anytime you want. It might take a while, so we should set aside some time when we won't be interrupted."

"Perhaps," PJ said, as he stroked his chin, "maybe you'd like to spend some time with Patricia here at the house today. You're welcome to stay the afternoon and have a early dinner here and we can talk after that."

"That sounds good, PJ." I answered.

PJ motioned me to walk to the door with him, and as we walked, he leaned over and whispered to me, "I bet my little Patricia is standing on the other side of that door with her ear pressed up against it trying to listen to what we're saying. What do you say we find out?"

He had a mischievous grin on his face, but I liked his idea. If he was right, then I'd know she was eager for me to sign the papers and have the talk with her father. 

I stood a few feet away while he slowly reached for the door knob. Looking at me and smiling, he yanked the door open and sure enough, Patty was standing right there as if she'd been trying to eavesdrop through the door. 

Patty looked at me and then she stood up and put her arms around her father's waist and said "Sorry, Daddy. I couldn't help myself."

"I know you couldn't help yourself, Baby Girl," PJ replied, "but you know spying isn't becoming of a young girl. We'll deal with that later, though."

"Yes, Sir." Patty replied as her eyes lowered to the floor.

"You'll be happy to know, though," PJ continued, "that Paul signed the forms, so I've asked him to stay for dinner and then he and I are going to have our little talk after we eat."

Patty threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. "Oh, thank you, Daddy." She exclaimed. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" As they hugged, I watched the little shorts she was wearing disappear up into her butt crack and the bottoms of her butt cheeks pop out.

Then she ran to me and hugged me, too. "I knew you'd sign it," Patty said, "I knew you wouldn't give up." PJ eyes dropped to Patty's butt and I'm sure he saw her cute little ass the same way I did. 

Then as I held her, she got tears in her eyes and laid her head down on my chest. "I'm so happy right now." She said, sniffing a few tears back. Then she lifted her head off my chest and reached out for her father's hand, adding. "And it's because the two men I love the most are right here."

NOTE: This is probably a good spot in my story for me to explain some details, such as how I met Patty and her father, and how we got to this point. Don't worry, I'll eventually circle back to here.  

I met Patty in a strange twist of circumstances at the Washington Dulles airport one evening. We were waiting to board the same flight and due to an aircraft equipment change, some of the passengers holding boarding passes weren't going to get seats. I was one of the lucky ones, primarily because I'd purchased a first class ticket. Many weren't going to be so lucky, though.

I was sitting in the boarding area close to the agent counter when the ticket agent called Patty's name over the loudspeaker and told her she was going to have to wait until the next flight. Trying not to be nosey, I turned back to my magazine, but looked up when I heard Patty begin to cry. 

I overheard her tell the gate agent that she had to get home quickly because her grandfather had been taken to the hospital with a heart attack. Unfortunately, the gate agent's hands were tied - they were given a list of who would have seats on the airplane and Patty's name wasn't on the boarding list. 

I felt so sorry for the young woman. I thought she might be traveling alone -- maybe even her first time flying. She was just a tiny thing, too, perhaps five foot tall and a frame that matched. My heart went out to her, and knowing I could easily delay my plans, I walked up to the counter while Patty stood there and told the agent she could have my first class seat and I would wait for the next flight. Initially, the gate agent told me the passenger lists had already been determined, but I insisted that the agent make the change. 

Of course, Patty was speechless but I nodded to her confidently as we waited for the gate agent to make the changes and give her a boarding pass. When the change was done, I told her to have a good flight and wished her luck with her grandfather. 

As I returned to my seat in the gate area, Patty came to thank me and sat down in the seat next to me. As we talked, I discovered she'd just finished up her studies in Georgetown and was worried sick about her grandfather. I initially judged Patty's age to be about 16 or 17 because she looked so young, especially with that cute pony tail she was whipping around. I was genuinely surprised when she told me she was 23 and had just graduated from college. 




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 01



We talked while we waited for her plane to board, and during the conversation I happened to notice that her shirt was billowing open at the top, treating me to an unobstructed view down the front of Patty's shirt. While I wouldn't normally be interested in such a cheap peek, it was almost impossible not to look -- and I could see absolutely everything since the girl wasn't wearing a bra. 

From where I sat, and without any effort what so ever, I could look right down into Patty's shirt to see her tiny breasts on display. Even though I tried to be nonchalant about looking, I'm almost positive she had to know -- and she didn't seem to care. 

The way her shirt buttoned, along with the way she sat, gave me a completely private view of her tiny boobies, which weren't even enough to fill a heavily padded A-cup. In fact, those perfect little breasts looked to be no larger than golf balls and much of what she had was just her cute puffy nipples straining up from her chest. The view I had was so good, I could almost count the little bumps on her areolas and I could see the pristine smoothness of her delicate, pink nipple caps. I can only remember getting a chance like this once or twice before in my life, and each of them left me with enough fantasy material to fuel many jerk off sessions, so after covering my hardening cock with my magazine, I feasted my eyes on her bare breasts while we talked. 

To be honest, there are only two things which are 100% guaranteed to get me to notice a woman. The first being smallness in the tit department, and I don't mean that in a derogatory way. What I mean is, when I think about the perfect woman -- I mean my perfect woman, I visualize a woman with very petite breasts. That old adage, "Anything more than a mouthful is wasted" is my mantra. When ever I see a woman that might hold prospective romantic interest, the first thing I try to figure out is her cup size. If it's more than an 'A', I lose interest quickly.

The second thing that always catches my eye is VPL, or Visible Panty Lines. While I guess most women are now wearing thong underwear to reduce panty lines under today's synthetic fashions, hopefully, there are some smart ones that realize what an eye catcher panty lines are. I can't understand why women wear fashions to highlight their bounding breasts, but don't give the same effort to highlight their butts. What's the use of seeing a woman's butt if you can't visualize her panties? It just doesn't make sense to me. 

In Patty's case, her cute, clear and uncomplicated complexion, along with her petite stature were a visual bonus, and the fact that she seemed to be an intelligent and articulate girl made her attractive as hell to me.

So, I spent a good thirty minutes looking down the top of her blouse directly at her unharnessed boobs. Unless I'm seriously mistaken, when she saw me checking her out, she actually shifted in her seat to give me an even better view. While we conversed, I rarely raised my eyes to look at her face, and she didn't show the slightest bit of concern that she was exposing her breasts to me. Man, I was in heaven! And, she was an angel. 

When the gate agent called for first class boarding, she asked how she could thank me for my generosity of giving up my seat. I almost told her I would appreciate a picture of her tiny breasts as a keepsake, but being the gentleman I am, I told her it wasn't necessary and added that I'd thoroughly enjoyed her company. Blushing, she lowered her eyes to the floor and then gingerly peeked up at me and said, "Uhm... I did, too. I wish we could talk longer, but I have to go."

Before she walked away, Patty insisted that I give her my name, address and phone number so she could thank me properly once she got home. Hopeful I might get another chance to see her micro-breasts again, I jotted it all down on one of my business cards and handed it to her. As she stood, she shook my hand firmly and thanked me again. Right before she disappeared through the boarding door, she turned and stood on her tiptoes to wave at me and then she was gone.

Now, my luck with women isn't what I would call spectacular. In fact, it's horrible. I've been through several relationships with women that were snooty, moody and shallow. Since I'm about to turn 30 and already own my own thriving business, I'm doing pretty well for myself and I'm financially comfortable. I try to keep that fact under wraps when I first meet a prospective woman, but more often than not, once the lady finds out my financial situation, they seem to become interested in marriage pretty quickly. Now, I'm not trying to make all women out to be gold-diggers, but I've run across more than my share. I may be the last man on earth who actually wants to fall in love before I get married, so, until that happens, I'm just going to keep looking. 

Yes, I get as much sex as I want. It's not hard to get laid, but, it's not the kind of sex I'm looking for, and, it's not the kind of sex I want. Perhaps I should state it like this: It's not the kind of sex I really need. 

See, I've got some fetishes and interests which most women seem to regard as 'Kinky' and I'm very reluctant to disclose them because I've had more than one girlfriend accuse me of being a pervert or a sicko. But, the way Patty sat there and let me ogle her tiny nubbins, it sure made me think about all the fun I could have with her and her beautiful A cups. 

My flight finally boarded and as I sat on the darkened plane for the trip home, I closed my eyes and brought back the vision of Patty's little buds. My cock responded almost immediately, pushing against my suit pants in an urgent fashion. "What an amazing experience" I said to myself as I remembered the way she exposed herself to me. 

When the plane landed, I made my way through the terminal and was surprised to see a very well dressed man standing there holding a sign with my name on it. Now, sometimes I arranged for a limo when I traveled, but this was my home airport and my car was in the parking garage. So, what was up with this?

Probably just a similar name, I thought -- but I approached the man anyway and told him who I was. "Paul J. Davis from ILP Corporation?" He asked questioningly.

"Yes." I replied. "Are you here to pick me up or something?"

"No, Sir" He answered. "I have a delivery for you. I was asked to hand it to you, personally." Immediately, the training from my over bearing attorney kicked in and I took a step back so he couldn't hand me a summons, subpoena or serve me with court papers. Not that I've done anything wrong, but the whole country is "Litigation Happy" and I've been trained not to take things from people without knowing what they are. 

The man simply smiled and told me I had nothing to be concerned about and held out an envelope with my name hand printed on it. Cautiously, I took the mysterious envelope from the man, and while he waited, I opened it up and read it. To say I was surprised would be a gross misstatement. The envelope contained a very courteous and thoughtful hand written 'Thank You' note from Patty's father, thanking me for helping his daughter get home and inviting me to have lunch with him tomorrow so he could show his gratitude. The note contained the address and time of the engagement as well as an offer to have me picked up.

"Shall I convey your acceptance to Mr. Wallingford?" The man inquired.

"I appreciate the offer, but, tell him this isn't necessary," I replied, smiling to the man. "I was happy to help her out given the situation."

At that point, the man handed me a business card and told me Mr. Wallingford insisted I accept his offer. Looking at the card, my eyes bugged out as I read the name. "P. J. Wallingford".

"P.J. Wallingford?" I asked curiously. "The real P.J. Wallingford?"

"None other." The man replied quietly.

Taken aback that fate had thrown me into a lunch invitation with the famous P.J. Wallingford, I shook the surprise out of my head and readily agreed, telling the man I would be honored to accept the invitation.

"Very good, Sir." The man answered. "And by the way, Sir, you needn't worry about Miss Patricia's Grandfather. Seems it was just a bout of indigestion, and he's perfectly fine." Then, after giving him the address where he could pick me up tomorrow, he expressed his thanks and left. 

All night I struggled with the whole idea of meeting P.J. Wallingford and the unbelievable memories of how I shamelessly peeked at his daughter's breasts. I can't tell you the thoughts that flew through my mind, even wondering if I was going to be chastised by the powerful man for my voyeuristic behavior.

But, the lunch went fine and he was quite cordial, even offering to pay me back for the first class seat I'd given to his daughter. Smiling, I told him not to worry about it; that the cost of the seat wasn't a consideration in my mind. We ended up spending most of the afternoon talking business and I found him quite intriguing. He expressed an interest in my business and even offered a few tips to help me prop up cash flow. It turned out we had something in common -- that being a passion for golf. And golf is what enabled me to start dating his only daughter, Patricia, or as he referred to her, his "Baby Girl".

He invited me out to his club the next Saturday morning to play a round of golf. I was enormously excited about playing with this business icon, but that excitement paled in comparison to the way my heart jumped when I arrived and found Patty there and learned that she was joining us, too. 

While PJ went into the pro shop to check us in, Patty and I waited outside. As I sat on the bench to put on my golf shoes, Patty squatted down next to her bag and started feeling through the pockets obviously looking for something. The way she was positioned was a dream come true for me because her legs were parted a few inches and I was treated to a nice peak up her skirt. Well, it was actually more than a 'peek' because I could see it all; a complete, straight ahead panty shot. Not just a sliver of panties, mind you -- I saw her whole panty covered mound.  

She kept that position for another minute, and all the while, I just kept looking. She glanced up with a grimace on her face and said, "you don't have an extra divot tool do you?"

I told her I didn't think so, and she simply turned her attention back to her golf bag and kept digging around, looking for it. Throughout all this, I'm still sitting there and I'm staring between her legs at the hot pink panties which were pulled tightly across her pussy. "Damn, what luck!" I thought to myself. First I see this girl's boobs at the airport and now I'm seeing her panties. "The girl is completely oblivious to what she's doing." I thought. 

The instant the pro shop door opened and her Dad came out, she magically found her divot tool and stood up. "I knew I had one in there." Patty said, holding it up. Honestly, I didn't care if she'd found her divot tool or not -- I just wanted to see more of her panties. 

Since we were a threesome, PJ suggested that he and I share a cart for the front nine and once we make the turn, Patty and I should ride together on the back nine. Hell, I was thankful to have any time alone with her, so I readily agreed and strapped my bag into the cart alongside PJ's.

Not more than 10 minutes later, when we were at the first tee, I saw her panties again and when we were putting, she bent over and I got another look straight down her top. Again, today she wasn't wearing a bra and I saw her tiny boobs clear as day. 

When she stood up, she saw me looking and gave me a sly smile. And with each successive hole, I either got see her panties or I got to see her breasts. Her tiny nipples were on display, too, thrusting out wonderfully in the crisp morning air, a fact I'm sure her father must have noticed. But neither he, nor she, seemed to be the least bit bothered at her appearance, so I took advantage of the situation and enjoyed the show. She had my total attention and I'm almost positive she knew it. 

When we were hitting over the water hazard on four, PJ and I stood behind her as she made her approach to the ball. We were quiet as she looked out over the water and up toward the pin. Then, PJ leaned over toward me. "She's quite fetching, isn't she, Paul?" He said quietly.

"Sir," I replied, "If you don't mind me saying, that's probably the biggest understatement I've ever heard a sane man say."

PJ, as he asked me to call him, just smiled and patted my back lightly as we watched Patty hit the ball and we followed it through the air as it rolled to the outer edge of the green. Damn, the girl was shooting right at par and I was already three over. I kept telling myself it was okay, though -- it was their home course and I'd never played it before. Plus, with the distractions being thrown my way, I was glad I wasn't eight over!

All the way through the front nine, Patty was more than generous with her panty and breast exposures. I kept waiting for her father to catch on, but he never did, and the show never stopped. I kept a perpetual hard-on for those two hours and I never complained one bit!

During the back nine, Patty talked up a storm in the cart with me. I let her drive, and under the guise of being a good conversationalist, and behind the safety of my dark sunglasses, I enjoyed the view of her dainty nipples jiggling under her shirt as she drove. Along the way, she told me her life story and I told her mine. The more time I spent with Patty, the more I realized she was actually a pretty cool person. Granted, they way she was showing herself off to me might have caused my initial interest, but after a while, I wondered if there wasn't a spark growing between us.

At the twelfth hole, PJ stopped to take a restroom break, so Patty and I hung out at the tee box waiting for him. I watched as she bent down to place her tee and set her ball up. She stayed bent over for a while which allowed me to get another clear view of both her petite breasts when the front of her shirt fell away from her chest. Continuing to adjust the height of the tee and the way the ball sat on it, she stayed bent over long enough for me to get an extra long look at her lovely breastlings. Moving toward her, I kneeled down across from Patty to brush away some leaves and grass clippings next to her tee. Imagine my surprise when she kneeled down opposite me. Glancing over her shoulder to see if her dad was coming yet - and then satisfied he wasn't, she allowed her knees to open wide enough for me to get an extremely close look at her pink panties. 

The view she afforded me was nothing short of mind blowing, and I could easily make out the gusset of her panties and even the intricate stitching along the elastic between her thighs. I glanced up at her to see she'd caught me looking between her legs. Embarrassed that she caught me gawking at her panties, I quickly looked away and apologized, but, she reached out and softly grasped my hand saying, "No, it's okay, Paul. You can look. We can't let Daddy see, though."

My eyes dropped down between her legs again and she pivoted slightly, enough for the sun to shine directly on the silky fabric covering her pussy. I swear I could make out the lips of her labia pushing against the tight material of her panties. "Oh, Patty, that's so nice." I whispered as I looked up at her. My heart started to beat wildly as I stared at her panties. 

"Daddy's coming." She whispered as she twisted her legs away from me. 

With that, Patty stood up and I followed a second later. When PJ joined us, I had to turn away to discretely adjust my hardened manhood inside my pants. Patty saw my predicament and smiled, knowing full well she'd given me an embarrassing erection with her father about to walk right up to us.  

When we got to sixteen, PJ hit off into the rough on the left side, so Patty and I waited in our cart while he went to look for his ball. Turning toward me and away from her Dad's view, she cocked one knee up on the seat between us and pulled her golf skirt up a little. Now to me, this was nothing short of blatant exhibitionism, and I made my mind up I was going to say something to her.

Initially, neither one of us said a word, but as she looked toward her father to make sure the coast was clear, my eyes traveled down between her legs and I was treated to a full, wide open view of those pink panties, which now had a very visible wet spot and the material was creased up between her pussy lips. 

Without caring what her father might say if he saw, I stared between her legs and said "Patty, forgive me for saying this, but, if you've been trying to get me hot and bothered, I just want you to know that it worked. In fact, you've had me hot and bothered since I met you at the airport the other day."

"I wondered if you were ever going to bring that up." She replied cautiously. "I saw you looking down my top, you know." She looked at me and then asked, "You're a voyeur, aren't you?"

"And you're an exhibitionist." I answered. "It's kind of convenient that we met, don't you think?"

Patty looked over at me and shrugged her shoulders. "Most guys wouldn't bother looking down my top," she said, "there's not much to see down there. When you kept looking, I knew you were either a voyeur or small tit man."

"You know," I replied, "I sat in that airport for 30 minutes with a hard-on looking at your beautiful breasts, and then on my own flight, I spent another hour with a hard-on remembering what they looked like, and the instant I saw you this morning, I got excited all over again. And to tell the truth, you've kept me excited all day long." 

"Yeah," she giggled, "I saw you back there trying to make yourself presentable when Daddy came back from the restroom."

"Found it!" We heard PJ yell. Patty pulled her skirt down and shifted her legs around and we turned to see her father walking toward us, about twenty yards out. As he got closer to the cart, I leaned over and said, "By the way, I think you're breasts are absolutely lovely."

"Why, thank you, kind sir." Patty said in return as a slight blush overtook her cheeks. "I don't think anyone has ever said that to me before." 

"I'm not kidding," I whispered, "I mean that very sincerely."

I could see the blush spreading down Patty's neck. I think my comments embarrassed her and she glanced over at me in a bashful manner. I'm not sure why I did it, but while she was looking, I slipped my hand down into my pants and made an obvious move to straighten my cock out so my hard-on wouldn't be obvious when I stepped out of the golf cart. Patty watched the whole time. 

"You've really had an erection all day?" Patty asked. "Because of me?" 

Continued in the next chapter. 



Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 02



Warning: This is the second chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a "Quick Read", but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure. 

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When we were finally finished with all 18 holes, Patty excused herself to go to the restroom and while she was gone I asked PJ if he would approve of me asking Patty out on a date. "Absolutely," he replied, smiling broadly at me, "I'm sure she'll jump at the chance."

When Patty returned, PJ winked at me and excused himself to go into the Pro Shop for a few minutes. When he left, I looked over at Patty and asked her if she wanted to go into the lounge for a cold drink while we waited for her father. So, after getting our drinks and finding a place to sit, I took off my glasses and posed the question to her.

"Patty," I began, "do you think you might like to go to dinner with me some evening? You know, something low key -- maybe we can get to know each other a little better?"

"Oh, sure," she said excitedly, "I'd love that!"

Then without missing a beat, she added, "How about tonight? Are you free?"

"Yes," I answered, "totally free! Uh, about what time?"

"Well I was going to do a little shopping today," she replied, "but, maybe we can get cleaned up and if you don't mind me dragging you around the mall, we can spend the day together and then find some place to eat while we're out."

"That's perfect," I said, "You think we better clear this with your Dad?"

"Daddy already told me he liked you, Paul, and that's saying something because Daddy's always been one of those over protective fathers who've looked down his nose at most of my friends. Believe me," she continued, "he'll be elated."

"And your Mother?" I asked.

Patty shook her head as I asked, then told me her mother was long gone, taking a substantial fortune from PJ and as far as Patty was concerned, it was good riddance to her. I sensed there was no love lost between her and her mother, but I didn't feel it was my place to pursue it. 

Just then, PJ peeked into the lounge and called to me. "Paul, you gotta see this putter they have in here. I think I just found a way to take some strokes off my game!"

Patty smiled and waved me away, saying "Go on and see the silly thing. I'll write down my address and phone number for you while you guys salivate over that putter."

When we'd had our fill of the new putters in the Pro Shop, we found Patty sitting on a bench next to our carts. Upon seeing us, she stood up and handed me a slip of paper with her address and phone number. As we got in the carts to take our bags out to our cars, PJ took off ahead of us, leaving Patty and I still sitting there. 

"Did you say anything to Daddy about us going out?" She asked.

"Nope," I answered, "I couldn't get him away from the putters!" Patty laughed and told me she'd fill him in on the way home. 

As PJ followed the cart path and made the turn around the clubhouse and then out of sight, Patty leaned over and lightly kissed me. "I haven't thanked you well enough yet for letting me have your seat on the airplane." She said. 

"Hmm," I mused, "we'll have to work on that, won't we? I have a few ideas how you can thank me."

"I bet you do." Patty replied as we took off down the cart path toward the parking lot. I pointed out which car was mine and she pulled up to the trunk. Stepping out to snag my bag off the back of the cart, I popped the trunk and laid my bag inside and shut the lid. "Oh," I asked, "what time do you want me to pick you up?"

"Well, I need a little while to shower and change. Gotta wash my hair after being out here all morning," she said, "but whenever you like is fine."

I looked at my watch and then back at her. "Is an hour and a half from now too soon?" I asked, jokingly.

"I'll be ready in an hour and fifteen!" Patty shouted as she sped away, waving. 

On the drive home, I couldn't get Patty out of my mind. Not only did she have the most wonderful little boobs, but she seemed to enjoy showing her panties off, too. She was enticingly sexy, clever and probably the most alluring female I had ever met. And, you know what? I liked her. Not just the boobs and the panties, I think I really liked her -- Patty, the woman. 

Upon arriving home, I was in a rush to unload my clubs and get in the shower. Moving way too fast to get inside the house from the garage, I didn't set my golf bag down squarely and it fell over. "Damn!" I huffed at myself. "I hate it when that happens!"

But, turning around to see them lying on the floor of the garage, I noticed a golf glove tucked into one of the pockets where I usually keep my water balls. Now, I'm very particular about what kind of glove I use, and I knew that glove wasn't mine. Momentary panic set in thinking maybe I'd picked up someone else's golf bag, but no - a quick check told me it was my bag. 

Pulling the unknown glove out of the ball pocket, I noticed it felt stiff. Looking down inside it, I could see something shoved down into the glove. Sticking my fingers in to pull whatever it was out, my jaw immediately dropped to the floor when I pulled it from the glove. It was Patty's hot pink panties! She'd folded them up into a tight package, stuffed them down into her golf glove and secretly put her glove into my bag. Damn!

Unfolding her delicate panties, I held them up to get a good look. I was amazed to see how small they were. I mean they were full cut panties, but her waist must be awful small to be able to wear these! 

It was beyond the furthest reaches of my imagination to think I would ever get my hands on a pair of Patty's panties. I felt incredibly fortunate just to have been able to see them so many times while we were out golfing -- but now I was holding them in my hands! It was a good thing the garage door was closed because as soon as I'd had a good look at them, I held them up to my face and took in a long, deep sniff. 

"OH HOLY SHIT!" I moaned. Her feminine smell was not only permeating the whole garment, but, the smell itself was nothing short of utopia. Looking inside, I could easily make out the whitish-clear fluids that leaked out of her vagina. Her pussy juice glistened at me under the lights in the garage and then by feeling the gusset directly, I confirmed that it was wet with her feminine juice.

Not caring about anything else at this point, the only thing on my mind was dragging out my hardened cock and beating my meat while I touched and sniffed her panties. Yes, this is another one of my little fetishes none of my previous girlfriends could understand or deal with. And while some of them allowed me some latitude with their underpants, none of them truly understood my deep desire to see and touch female underwear. Apparently, though, Patty must have understood by the way I reacted when I saw her panties out on the golf course, and she'd given them to me as a souvenir of our little adventure. 

I was torn between wrapping the silky panties around my cock and tugging on my pole, and just holding them to my nose and inhaling her bouquet. In the end, I simply dropped my golf slacks to the garage floor, hauled my cock out of my underwear and held the gusset of her panties up against my nose and started to stroke myself. 

Patty's panties were perfect for use during masturbation. Every breath I inhaled drove her feminine scent deeper and deeper into my being. Sensing there was at least one spot on the crotch panel that felt slippery, I decided to save that until later when I had more time to explore her panties more thoroughly. Right now, though, I needed some release and I needed it quickly. Seeing her breasts and her panties all morning had taken its toll on my self-control and all I wanted to do was cum.

Closing my eyes, I leaned back and began to stroke my tool at a nice even pace. Holding her panties to my nose, I visualized her sitting in the golf cart with her legs spread like she did, letting me look at her. And then, my mind shifted to the times I'd seen her breasts -- not only this morning, but at the airport, too. I was just starting to envision her standing in front of me topless, dressed only in her underpants when my cock erupted and shot a thick stream of cum all over my car, leaving a long arc of cum dripping down the black lacquer finish on the passenger side door. 

In the past, I'd have to literally beg my girlfriends to get panties like this -- I'd have to work on them for days -- maybe even weeks to get panties that were this perfect. Patty's panties soared right to the top of the quality scale, scoring a '10' in my book. 

What was curious about Patty's panties came down to this: Why would she give them to me this early in our relationship? And come to think of it -- I'd really only been around her maybe a total of five hours and I'd already seen her bare breasts and she let me look at her panties, too. Somehow, I couldn't see Patty as someone that did this with everyone she met, so why me? Maybe she just felt sorry for me and thought I needed some good jerk off stimulus. Maybe she was just doing all this as a way to say 'Thank You' for letting her have my seat on the airplane last week. Or maybe.... she felt a spark between us, too.

After my shower, I arrived at the address Patty gave me in exactly one hour and fifteen minutes to the second. I was met by a hefty iron gate about 30 feet into the driveway. Pulling up to the gate, I slowed, rolled down my window and then started to get out of the car to look for the call button. But before I could get out, Patty's voice emanated from the ivy covered wall saying, "What took you so long?" 

Surprised, and unable to tell where the voice was coming from, I just sat there for a moment. A second later, the gate opened and I heard her say, "Just follow the drive to the house, Paul. I'll see you in just a minute."

To call the house and grounds 'stately' would be a misnomer. Rather, one would use the term 'unbelievable'. The lawn was immaculately kept and the short drive to the house was serene. When I pulled into the circle drive in front of the house, Patty was outside waiting for me. 

Opening the car door for me as I shut the engine off, she reached her hand in as if she was going to help me out of the car. So, I reached out and took her hand, but once I was out, she didn't let go. Instead, she pulled me up the walk and into the house, where we found her father, PJ, in the huge kitchen, still in his golf clothes but wearing an apron and stirring a large pan on top of the stove. 

I stared at him for a moment until he looked up at me. "I love to cook," he said, "always have. Gives me time to think."

"Don't you like Daddy's apron?" Patty asked. "It was his Christmas present last year."

Honestly, I'm not sure many men would be comfortable wearing an apron like that. It was white, and that's fine for cooking - but this one had ruffles across the bottom, on the vest and shoulder straps, too. It was obviously a woman's apron. 

"Well?" Patty asked, nudging me with her elbow for an answer. "Don't you think it's cute?"

"Sir," I started, "I've never been one to comment on another man's apron, but, it's the mark of a real man who can feel comfortable wearing ruffles."

PJ let out with a belly laugh that made both Patty and I laugh along with him. 

"My boy," PJ replied, "there was no way you could have answered that question any safer than that. I applaud your quick thinking and please, let's drop the 'Sir' stuff. Okay?"

"Okay, Sir.... uh, I mean PJ. And on the level, the apron looks quite fetching." I answered, intentionally using the same word he'd used this morning to describe his lovely daughter to me.

He smiled and winked at me as he walked over to Patty. Leaning over to her, he wagged his thumb at me and said, just loud enough for me to hear, "I'm liking this guy more and more, Baby Girl."

Both he and Patty looked at me and it caused an uncomfortable moment between us, but, Patty took care of it in short order by yanking my arm and saying, "Come on, Paul, there's stores out there calling my name!"

As we turned to leave, I told her father I would have Patty home at a decent time. "No problem, Paul. But, I appreciate you being considerate enough to put my mind at ease. She's my only child, you know," he called out to me as Patty pulled me through the front door, "....even though she thinks she's a big girl now...." His voice trailed off as she pulled the door closed behind her. 

As we approached my car, I cringed to myself seeing the dried cum caked on the passenger side door. Against the flawless shine of the black paint, it stuck out like a sore thumb. "Crap!" I thought. "I should have wiped that off."

"Looks like something's all over your door, Paul." Patty pointed out to me. Then, as I moved to open the door for her she reached down as if she was going to touch the dried cum with her finger. I pulled her arm back quickly before she was able to touch it, saying, "You might not want to touch that."

"What is it?" Patty asked.

"Long story." I answered. "But, hop in and let's go find those stores calling your name."

I held the door for Patty as she daintily sat down into the seat in a most lady like fashion. Since we were right in front of her house, I was confident her Dad was probably watching us through the windows. I expected her to turn and pull her legs in, but, as I started to close the door, her knees opened and I caught a glimpse of white between her legs and under her rather short jean skirt. She held her knees open for only a brief second, and then pulled her legs into the car and I shut the door. Hopefully, her Dad didn't see anything.

Quickly saying a short prayer hoping I might get to see those panties up close, my cock started to turn hard. By the time I walked around to driver's door, it had developed into a noticeable bulge in the front of my pants. Trying to be somewhat clandestine about it, I adjusted my hardness to a more comfortable position and then opened the door and sat down. 

Patty looked at me and burst out laughing. I knew right away she must have seen me adjusting my cock inside my pants and I was more than a little embarrassed knowing she'd seen me with an erection already since I'd only been there five minutes. 

"Hey, don't worry about it," she said, giggling, "I'm taking it as a compliment."

Patty directed me out to the gate and once we were on the road, I opened the arm rest and pulled out her golf glove. She blushed sweetly as I held it out to her saying, "Some how this ended up in my golf bag. I though you might want it back."

Without even acknowledging the fact that I'd taken her panties out and kept them, she acted with mock surprise and said, "Oh, thanks. I was looking for that."

Then, I turned to her and said, "And I want to thank you for the nice present you left me, too. It was a very thoughtful thing to do and I will treasure them forever." 

I could see she was really blushing now. Her cheeks and her neck were turning dark red.

"But," I added, "I think you're gonna have to wash my car for me, Patty."

"Wash your car?" She asked questioningly. 

"Absolutely." I answered as serious as I could. "You're indirectly responsible for that mess you saw all over the side of my car." I was trying really hard to keep a straight face.

"Me?" She replied, still confused.

"Oh, yes." I said, with a little sternness to my voice. Then I added, "The car was fine until I found your present when I was putting my clubs away in the garage. Then all of a sudden, something uncontrollable came over me and then next thing I knew this big mess of white stuff got sprayed all over my car door."

"What?" She said. "I'm not following you at all, Paul."

I started to laugh. After a second I told her I was just kidding with her, and not to worry about it. Then, just as if a light bulb went on in her head, she figured it out. 

"Oh!" Patty exclaimed. "You mean you, uh.... you found my panties and, uh...." She was making a back and forth motion with her fist when I glanced over at her. 

"Yep." I laughed. "After I parked the car in the garage, I found your panties and got so excited, I just had to."

"You mean to tell me you masturbated in your garage with my panties?" She was practically in hysterics -- bouncing up and down in the car seat. "You've got to be kidding me!"

"I kid you not." I answered with a smile on my face.

She was laughing so hard I thought she was going to wet herself. "You could have waited until you got inside, you know. That would have at least saved your car." She said as she laughed.

"You didn't give me much choice. There was a real sense of urgency I tell you!" I replied. "So you see, you DO owe me a car wash now."

"Yeah," she giggled, "I guess I do. I'm just sorry I missed it. I would have loved to have seen that." 

"Well," I continued, thinking quickly, "if you're around when I get another present like that, you better make sure you stand back. I can't be held responsible for what might happen."

She turned in her seat and looked right at me with her eyes wide and her jaw flapping open. "Are you serious? You'd do that and, uh.... let me watch?" She asked.

"If I get another present like that, I'm going to have to do something to let off some pressure, that's for sure." I said. "I guess you'll just have to take your chances."

"Oh, that's a chance I'll gladly take," she replied and then added, "but, you know, if you're going to keep my panties, don't you think its fair you should buy me some replacements?" She asked. "After all, those panties were expensive and I dare to think what will happen if Daddy finds out some of my panties are missing."

She was smiling broadly now, and I could see we were going to have a good time with all this panty talk. I suggested that as long as we were going to the mall, we might as well take advantage of the situation and let me buy her some replacement panties today.

"Okay." She agreed. "That sounds fair." 

As we pulled into the mall parking lot, I asked, "For future reference, though, does your Dad really keep track of your panties? Or, am I already totally busted?"

Patty burst out laughing again saying, "Well, it'll probably be okay as long as you don't end up keeping more than, oh..... let's say ten or fifteen pairs."

I looked at her in surprise. "You must have a hell of a lot of panties." I replied. 

"Oh, you'd be surprised." Patty said, then she added, "but, you're still going to have the replace the ones I gave you."

"No problem, I'll buy you as many as you want." I answered. "Maybe even a hundred pairs..... that is, as long as I get to help you shop and pick them out." 

Having parked the car in the mall parking lot, I was about to get out and open the door for her, but Patty put her hand on top of mine and said "Hold on a minute."

She glanced around at the cars around us, and then turned back to me and twisted in the seat so she could lean back against the car door. Pulling her left knee up, she propped her left foot up on the car seat and pulled her skirt up above her waist. 

"Oh, my God, Patty." I sighed.

Glancing out the window again to make sure no one was walking toward us, her right hand dropped between her legs and she started to trace a line up an down her pussy on the outside of her tight, white panties. 




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 02



"Do you think these panties would make a nice present?" She asked.

I was barely able to answer her, but I did -- telling her I thought they would make a damn fine present. 

"I don't think they're ready just yet, though" she teased, with a devious look in her eyes, "they don't feel very wet. Maybe you'll get them as a present later and then I'll take you up on your offer to let me watch you, uh.... you know.... let off some pressure. What do you say?"

I was mesmerized watching her touch herself on top of her panties. My brain was about to go into overload, but, I managed to nod my head up and down. 

"You like watching me do this, don't you?" She asked. 

"Very much so." I answered.

"I know all about voyeurs." Patty continued, "You get off on looking."

"Oh yeah," I replied, "especially anything to do with panties and petite breasts." 

"Hmmmmm." She moaned as her finger pushed her panties into the groove between her pussy lips. "So, tell me..... are you one of those guys that gets real hard if you even hear the word 'Panties' and steals girls panties and sniffs them?"

"Stealing is such a harsh word, Patty," I answered, "I prefer to see it as 'Liberating' them. And you can hardly blame me, can you? I mean, panties are really made and designed for men's enjoyment."

Patty put her fingers to her nose and smelled them. Then she looked at me and said, "In that case, I think you better be prepared to buy me a hundred pairs today so you don't have to take me shopping everyday to replace the ones I give you."

I can't tell you what went through my mind when she said that. It was almost as if she'd somehow agreed to give me a steady supply of her panties, something that would be a fantasy fulfilled for me. Years and years of searching for a woman that would allow my panty fetish might just be coming to an end. My cock was throbbing, and it was a steady, urgent throb -- hard and angry, waiting to be used. 

"I'm a little bit of a voyeur, too, Paul," Patty moaned, "I'd really like to see a man playing with himself while he sniffed my panties." The look in her eyes was a look of longing.... a look of desire. The subtleness of her remark basically said that she wanted to watch me jerk off while I sniffed her panties. 

Then she said, "Another thing I like is showing off and letting people see me. Have you ever done that, Paul? Have you ever exposed yourself and let someone see you naked? Like in public or anything like that?" She asked.

"It's a fantasy of mine," I whispered to her as I watched her fingers dig into the pantied crevice between her pussy lips, "I've always been too scared to do it, though."

Patty looked out the window again and back at me. Then, she slipped her hand down inside her tight panties and lewdly spread her legs as far as she could in the car. I could easily see the outline of her fingers moving up and down her slit as she touched herself. Her other hand went under her loose shirt and stopped where her breast would be. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing to herself, but I guessed she was touching those beautiful little buds at the same time she was rubbing her pussy. 

"You can do it right now if you want, Paul." She said, her breathing now a little choppy. "There's no one here but us. You can pull your pants down - even take them all the way off if you want to. Do you want to do that?"

Wanting terribly to do it for her, and finally have the chance to live out my exhibitionist fantasy, I looked in all directions to make sure no one was coming our way. My heart was pounding -- practically beating out of my chest as my hands went to the button of my jeans and popped it open. 

"Oh yeah, Paul," she urged, "you can't believe the rush you'll get when you do it."

I pulled the zipper down, feeling the pressure of my cock pushing against my pants, and then hooked my thumbs into the waist of my jeans. Just as I started to pull them down, she stopped me.

"Wait!" Patty exclaimed. 

She pulled her hand out of her panties and lowered her leg and smoothed out her skirt. "Paul, if it's really your first time doing something like this, it shouldn't be in a car." Patty said softly. "Don't you think you'd enjoy it more if it were a little more memorable?"

I just looked at her, not believing she'd convinced me to go this far just to call me off. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" She said, jumping up with a gleam in her eye. "I have a much better idea. Can you hold off a while longer?" She asked.

I pulled my jeans back in place and laid back against the seat and took a few deep breaths of either relief, or disappointment, not exactly sure which one it was. "Yeah," I said, "of course I can wait. I've waited this long."

"Good," she said, "now let's get you zipped back up so we can do our shopping."

With that, Patty leaned over across the console and wiggled her hand through the fly of my jeans and grasped my cock through my boxers. "Ah hah!" She said. "You really got turned on, didn't you?"

Patty was smiling at me and rubbing my cock through my underwear. "I can't wait to see this," she mused, grasping my cock and squeezing me, "it feels, uh.... impressive. Are you big down there?"

"Just average. I'm a little bit over excited right now, I'm afraid." I answered.

"Average? It feels huge to me." She replied, and then said, "I can't wait to make your fantasy come true, Paul. We'll do it today.... I promise. You won't chicken out on me will you?"

"Patty," I replied, "if you're serious about it, then no, I won't chicken out. But, if you're just teasing me about this, I'm going to have to charge you another pair of panties for being such a bad girl."

"Oh, really? You think I'm teasing?" She whispered in my ear as she leaned over me. Taking her hand away from inside my jeans, she grabbed my left hand and slid it under her shirt and placed my palm directly on her little boob.

"Now, does this seem to you like I'm teasing, Paul?" She asked.

Patty took her hand away, leaving my hand pressing against her tiny boob. Then, looking into my eyes, she reached back into my jeans and grasped my cock through my underwear again. I started to lift her shirt so I could see her breasts, but without taking her eyes away from mine, she told me "No," and then said, "Let's just touch for now. You can look at me all you want later, okay? That will make us anticipate it more. Right now, just look me in the eyes."

I slipped my other hand under her shirt, feeling the tiny fullness of both her breasts with the tips of my fingers. Our eyes danced together as our faces got closer and closer until she pressed her lips to mine and we kissed intensely, both of us panting into each other's mouths in a frantic attempt to satisfy our desires. I started to lightly pinch her little nipples, and when I did, she pulled away from our kiss and gasped for air.

"Oh, God, yes... that's really nice.... that's just the way I like it. I'm really sensitive there," she whispered in my ear, "sometimes I can cum with just nipple stimulation."

"Patty, you have beautiful breasts." I told her, still looking into her eyes. "I can't wait to see you without a shirt on."

"I love hearing you say that, you Naughty Boy. You don't know how long I've waited to hear those words." She said, as she moved her lips back to mine and kissed me again. Patty's kiss was warm and eager, and while she kissed me, the hand that was inside my jeans was holding my cock and rubbing me as best she could. When our kiss broke, she pulled back and looked at me again and then stated to moan.

"I love small ones." I told her. "Yours are a dream come true for me."

The next thing I knew, her grip on my cock doubled through my boxers and she was jerking me. In return, I compressed both her breast buds between my fingers. Completely unashamed, she moved her free hand between her legs and directly down into her panties. I could smell her arousal and hear the wetness of her juices as she fingered herself, and it only took a few seconds for the whole car to fill up with her scent. 

She made these little squeaking noises in between breaths until she finally took a huge breath and rested her head on my shoulder and started to moan. Her breathing picked up and I could feel her chest expanding and contracting as I played with her nubbins. Then, she turned her head into my neck and gasped. "I'm gonna cum, Paul....... oh God, I'm cuming."

I let go of her breasts and wrapped my arms around her and held her for a few minutes until she calmed down and relaxed against me. Her hand was still inside my jeans, but it had long since stopped moving. I guess it got too hard to keep stroking me as her orgasm approached.

The minute or two I held her against me was magical. I can't put my finger on it exactly, but, something between us merged and when she looked up at me, I sensed a transmission of mutual desire and satisfaction go back and forth between us. 

"You're not going to break my heart are you, Paul?" She asked.

"No." I said smiling broadly. "You're not going to break mine, are you?" I asked in return.

She answered my question with another warm kiss and when I started to say something, she pulled her hand from between her legs and pressed her fingers against my lips to quiet me. "I recognize that smell," I said, "from your panties this morning."

"Shush." She said. "No talking right now. I want to make you cum."

She pushed her wet fingers into my mouth and told me to close my eyes. When I'd closed them, I felt her hand rub the bulge in my crotch again, but this time, she'd reached inside my underwear and grabbed my bare package. My eyes shot open to see her face a few inches from mine and she was staring at me. 

She leaned in to me and snuggled her head into the crook of my neck and started to whisper to me. 

"I think my panties are wet enough to make a good present for you now, Paul." She began. "But, you're not going to get them yet. First, I'm going to drag you through the mall and we're going to stop at every store that has lingerie and you're going to pick out new panties for me."

"Then," she went on, "we're going to find someplace to have dinner and after that, I'm going to take you to a place where you're going to take off all your clothes in front of me and let me look at you naked. You're going to have to put your trust in me and promise to do everything I say. If you can do that, I give you my word you'll be able to live out your fantasy and it will be an amazing experience."

The grip she had on my cock wasn't that tight, but, she obviously knew how to give a handjob because she was mostly working at the top of my cock and was doing all the right things.

"Tell me," she whispered, "when you masturbated after you got home this morning, did you use my panties while you did it? Just say yes or no. You did, didn't you?"

"Yes." I answered.

"Did you open them up and look inside?" She asked.

"Yes." I said.

"Oh, you naughty, naughty boy!" She whispered. "Did you use your fingers to feel how wet they were?" 

"Yes." I answered again.

"Yeah," she continued, "I bet you did. And did you sniff my panties you Naughty Boy?"

"Yes." I gasped. 

Oh, man, I was close now. The combination of her handjob and the things she was saying was making me relive the whole morning playing golf..... seeing her petite breasts, seeing her panties as she bent down and then again when she spread her legs in the golf cart...... and finding the panties she left for me.... and sniffing them..... 

"So, you're a panty sniffer, huh? You know, that kind of turns me on, Paul" She said. "I bet that means you do a lot of other things with panties, right?" 

"Oh, please don't make me answer this!" I prayed silently. But, not answering was just as incriminating as if I had answered because when I failed to say anything, she said, "Hmm..... afraid to answer that one, are you?"

Then after a second, she said, "Well, I can see right now I'm going to have to give you lots of panties to keep you happy."

That was about all I could stand. She had taken me right to the edge and didn't stop. "Ahhh," I groaned, "if you don't stop I'm gonna cum all over the place!"

"That's exactly what I want you to do, Naughty Boy," she said as she pulled back and brushed my lips lightly with hers, "you just let it go when ever you're ready."

I felt my cock start to convulse as she continued to stroke me, and I knew this was it. I opened my eyes and she was looking at me, waiting for the instant I started to erupt. "Oh, God," I moaned, I'm gonna cum now."

Patty pressed her lips to mine and I felt her shove my cock inside my boxers and give it a few more yanks. A second later, I spewed cum all over myself -- emptying my balls inside my boxers, feeling the hot liquid coating my crotch and saturating my underwear. 

Gasping for air, I threw my head back and laid there while Patty milked the last remaining spurts of cum from my cock. When I was able to gather my composure, I looked at her and I could see she was proud of herself. A moment later, she pulled her hand out of my jeans and held it up in front of us. I couldn't believe how much of my hot, sticky cum was all over her hand -- she was covered with it.

Kissing me quickly on my cheek, Patty shuffled herself back to the passenger seat and giggled while she looked at the globs of sperm hanging off her fingers. Then without saying anything, she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean, one by one saying, "Hmmm. I love the way hot, sticky sperm feels in my mouth."

Looking down into my lap, I saw that there were pools of cum seeping through my boxers and I felt the wetness spreading down between my legs. "Jeez," I moaned, "I'm soaked."

Patty started to laugh and leaned over to kiss me again. "I think you'll live." She replied. "We'll get you all cleaned up once we get inside."

"Come on," she added, "let's get you zipped up before someone wonders what we've been doing out here and comes to take a look."

I laid back and let her adjust my underwear as best she could and then zip me up. Patty buttoned my jeans, and then laying her hand lightly on top of my crotch, told me she didn't peek at me during her handjob, saying "I wanted to, but decided it would be more fun if I waited until you had your fantasy." 

"You promise you'll do it?" Patty asked.

"I promise, Patty." I answered. "Cross my heart."

"I remember every moment of my first time being exposed." She said, straightening out my shirt for me. "You will, too. It's something you'll never forget." 

She giggled, and then looked at me in a serious way. After a second, she said, "This is all happening pretty fast, isn't it?"

Seeing a chance to cut right to the root of the matter, I replied, "Well, I guess this means we're boyfriend and girlfriend now, right?"

"Well, duh." She answered. "I hope you don't think I do these things with every cute guy I meet!" 

"Come on," I announced, "there's stores calling your name and I really need to clean all this cum off me."

Continued in the next chapter.



Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 03



Warning: This is the third chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a "Quick Read", but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure. 

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We both got out of the car at the same time and as I walked over to her side, she was bending down looking at the dried cum stain on the side of the car door. "I guess I do owe you a car wash." We both laughed as she squatted down to take a closer look. I stood to her side so I could try to get a peek down her shirt and when she saw me trying to look, she stood up and put her hands on her hips. 

"You were trying to see my little boobies again, weren't you?" Patty asked. "Yes," I answered, "but you stood up too fast and I didn't get a chance to see anything."

"Good." She replied. "I told you -- no looking for now! Let's save that for later."

We held hands as we walked toward the mall entrance. It didn't take long for me to feel the warm, sticky wetness in my crotch start to move around and I started to worry the pools of cum inside my underwear was going to seep through out to my jeans. As we walked, I tried to adjust my wet and sticky cock into a more comfortable position. Patty, seeing what I was doing, burst out laughing and said, "Suck it up, big man. I told you I'd get you cleaned up once we got inside."

Even though walking was a bit uncomfortable, it didn't deter me from enjoying the short walk into the mall holding Patty's hand in mine. I felt so pumped up walking with her -- and I wanted everyone to see her with me. I felt proud and I felt victorious. What a wonderful feeling this was, just walking with this angel and holding her hand. We were a couple. 

When we got inside the mall, she stopped and put her hand to her chin and said, "Okay, let's see..... we've got to get your crotch cleaned up first or you'll be complaining like a little boy all day, so...."

Seeing a layout of the mall with a list of stores a few feet away, she tugged me over there and I stood behind her while she figured out where we were, and where we were going to go first. Being a mall expert, it didn't take her long and when she turned around, I could tell by the sparkle in her eye that she'd come up with a solution to my "Cum-In-The-Crotch" problem.

"Okay," she said, "Here's the plan...... just down that way, there's a department store. You go down there and go to the baby department and get a small package of baby wipes -- you know, those things Mom's put in their diaper bags to wipe off their babies when they change their diapers. Those are exactly what we need to clean up the little mess in your pants, you Naughty Boy." The smile on her face told me her 'Naughty Boy' comment was going to be a playful nickname I would probably hold for a long time, and quite honestly, I was proud of it. 

"You've got to be kidding me?" I moaned.

"No, really, Paul," she answered, "that's exactly what we need. And I'm going to go down that way and get you some fresh underwear, and then we'll meet back here and you can go in restroom and clean yourself up, put on your fresh undies and we'll be done and ready to shop for panties in fifteen minutes. Okay?"

Actually, her plan sounded good and if it meant my crotch wouldn't be wet and slimy for the duration of our day, it worked for me.

"Sounds good," I replied.

"Oh!" She said, stopping me as I started toward the department store. "One more thing, what's your waist size? I mean, so I can get the right size underwear for you."

"Uh, like a 34, I guess." I said.

"Okay. Now, you're going to wear what ever I get and not put up a fuss for me, right?" She asked.

"Why? What do you have in mind?" I answered.

"Well," she replied, "remember you're going to buy me underwear today and I'm guessing you'll expect me to wear it. So, all I'm saying is that if I buy you underwear, I expect you to wear it without any objections. That's all."

"Yeah, okay. No problem, whatever you get is fine." I said.

With that, we both started to go in the direction of our stores, but I only got a few steps before I turned around to watch her. She turned around, too, and after waving at each other, we both continued on our way. 

I found the department store and just like she said, the baby department had several different kinds of baby wipes and I quickly found what I was looking for and before too long, I'd paid for them and was on my way back to meet Patty. 

When I got back to our meeting point, Patty wasn't there yet, so I hung out and waited for her. After a few minutes, I finally saw Patty walking toward me, but she had her cell phone in her hand and she was talking as she walked. After a second, she stopped and turned away from me, but kept talking and then after thirty seconds or so, she closed her phone and walked the rest of the way. 

She was smiling at me when I met up with her. She reached up and kissed me and then told me we were all set up for my fantasy.

"What?" I asked.

"I promised you I would let you have your fantasy of being naked in front of someone, didn't I? Well, it's all set up." She answered. "You could be a certified exhibitionist before the night is over."

I looked at her as she smiled back at me. When we first talked about it, I kind of thought I might take her back to my place and we would do it there, but it sounded like she had other plans. 

"You promised you weren't going to chicken out," she reminded me, "you're not changing your mind now that I've gone to a lot of trouble to set it up, are you?"

"Well, no," I muttered, "but can you tell me what you've got in mind?"

"Nope." She answered, as she hooked her arm into mine and started to walk toward the restroom where I was going to clean up and change into the underwear she bought me. "It's a surprise and I promise you're gonna love it. I told you before you needed to trust me on this. As long as you do, you'll get a chance to experience something that will stay with you the rest of your life, believe me. I'll be there with you, Baby, so don't worry about it."

By the time she finished talking, we were standing at a hallway that led us to the rest rooms. "Did you get the baby wipes?" She asked.

I handed her the bag and she looked inside and nodded her head and said, "Excellent."

Then, she opened one of the bags she was carrying and dropped the baby wipes down into the bag and took my hand in hers and looked up at me. "Now, Paul, you remember how you said you weren't going to put up a fuss about the underwear I got for you, and I'm going to take you at your word on that. So, here you go," she said as she handed me the bag, "you go get changed and I'm going into the Ladies room for a minute. I'll be right here when you get out. Oh, and don't forget to throw those yucky boxers away so we don't have to carry them around all day."

Thinking nothing of it, I watched as she disappeared into the Ladies room and I turned and walked into the Men's room. Finding an open stall, I walked in, closed the door and kicked off my shoes. Moving pretty quickly, I pulled my jeans off and hung them on the hook on the back of the stall door. Looking down at my boxers, I could see that the huge cum I had as a result of Patty's handjob totally soaked my underwear, not to mention everything from my waist down was a slimy, sticky mess. 

More and more I was thankful for Patty's idea of the baby wipes and new underwear, so I shucked off my boxers, opened up the baby wipes and started to clean myself off. The baby wipes worked wonderfully -- they cleaned up all the cum from my cock and balls, all over my skin and even got all the globs out of my pubic hair. I had to smile to myself when I caught a whiff of the baby powder scent the wipes left all over me -- it was actually rather nice. 

Since I was already in the bathroom, I went ahead and did my business so I wouldn't have to stop in here again later, then used another baby wipe to clean everything one more time, front and back, and when I was done, I felt clean, fresh and ready to go.  

Reaching into the bag to fish out the underwear Patty bought for me, I found another bag with the top folded over and stapled. Pulling that bag out and opening it up, there was a neatly folded package of red tissue paper held together with a large, glimmering sticker that said "Bridal Boutique" in embossed lettering. When I opened up the tissue paper, there was a hand written note from Patty that said, "Don't forget, you promised you would wear these. I got the exact same ones for me, and while you're putting yours on, I'm putting mine on, too. Just think, Paul, we'll be underwear twins today. See you soon, you Naughty Boy."

Reading her note again to make sure I really read what I thought it said, my mind came to the only logical conclusion possible. With trembling hands, I continued to unwrap the tissue paper to find exactly what I suspected was in there. 

Obviously, Patty had thought this through very carefully from the beginning. First, when she gave me the handjob in the car, she quickly tucked my cock back into my boxers before my climax, knowing full well my cock would spew hot cum all over me and fill my underwear with sticky sperm. Then, the little sneak made me promise I would wear whatever underwear she bought for me. Her ruse of sending me down to get the baby wipes allowed her the opportunity to shop by herself, enabling her to pull off her devious plan without a hitch. And yes, there in the tissue paper, just as I suspected, was a pair of women's panties. I felt a flood of embarrassment spread over me along with a familiar sense of excitement. 

As I held them up, I felt like someone had punched me in the chest, knocking all the air out of me. My hands were shaking and admittedly, my cock started to twitch. The panties were pure silk, according to the tag, and a size 'Medium'. The tag also carried a logo which read "Bridal Secrets", and I instantly knew that these weren't just your average, everyday women's panties. Being real silk, they probably cost $60 a pair. They were sparkling white and across the back there were five or six rows of ruffles that I'm sure were there to create that look of innocence when a new bride wore them for her husband on their wedding night. 

I envisioned Patty in the ladies room, laughing hysterically -- rolling all over the floor in fits of laughter having pulled off such a complicated caper. 

But after a minute, I realized she wouldn't do that. I sensed there were the beginnings of real feelings between us -- something I think she realized, too, something neither one of us would jeopardize. The more I thought about it, the more I saw this as an act of acceptance on her part. She knew I had an attraction to panties. Hell, I even told her straight out I did. She was going out on a limb here to tell me she accepted my panty fetish. But, would she accept the rest? That part of my panty fetish I didn't tell her about?

As I agonized over what I was going to do, the worst of all possible things happened. My cock got hard. And it wasn't just hard -- it was really hard! At that point, the decision was made for me and I had no other choice than to give in. 

I held the panties out and stepped into them, pulling them up to my thighs. Looking down at them, I got a whiff of the baby powder scent left over from the baby wipes and pulled the bridal panties up the rest of the way. I wasn't surprised to find that they fit me perfectly. Patty had planned this well and pulled it off. The proof was in the fit and the way my erection was throbbing inside my new panties.

Now, you can probably guess by now that this wasn't the first time I'd slipped into a pair of panties -- not by a long shot. I guess it's not hard to understand how someone with a panty fetish such as mine would expand their interest to wearing panties, too, but I learned from experience it was much smarter to keep that secret from my girlfriends. 

When I wasn't dating or going out with a girl, I frequently wore panties under my regular clothes and I had a fairly decent supply in my underwear drawer at home. I didn't have a huge guilt complex about it; pure and simple -- I liked the way they felt on me and I liked the way they looked, and they gave me a constant sense of arousal whenever I wore them. As a hard and fast rule, though, I never wore them out on dates or in any possible situation where my secret might come out accidently. I felt it was pretty safe to wear them to work and in fact, I'd worn them the day I first met Patty at the airport. 

I smiled to myself reflecting in the irony of the fact that the day I first saw her tiny breast buds, I was sitting next to her in some very comfortable panties with my cock straining against the soft material, and here I was now, about to go out and see her with another erection, but this time, she would know I had panties on. 

I knew in my heart I was going to have to eventually come clean with Patty in regard to my full panty fetish and my panty wearing habits. I decided I would just wait for the right time, be honest about it and see what happens. Since she bought me the bridal panties and was encouraging me to wear them, I felt there was a good chance she would accept it. It's a long and involved story, but, I've been wearing panties off and on since before I was a teenager, and honestly, I couldn't see myself giving them up. So, if this became an issue between us, then it's better to find out now before I get involved any deeper. I don't want to live a lie and I knew my life long interest in panties wasn't going away anytime soon.

I took a second to arrange my hardened cock inside the silk panties and I then pulled my jeans on and stepped into my shoes. Just slipping my jeans over the panties felt different, and I ran my hands down the back of my butt to feel the ruffles before I zipped up and buttoned. I felt a burning blush come over my face thinking about Patty standing outside the door waiting for me knowing I was wearing real silk panties with ruffles -- you just can't get more 'Girly' than that. 

Standing there for a minute, it brought back a lot of memories from when I was a lot younger, and how I used to put on my Mom's and my Sister's panties. But knowing Patty was waiting for me, I shook those memories out of my head and readied myself to see her. I reached over and took the note Patty had written me and put it in my pocket, dropped the baby wipes inside of one bag and threw my cum soaked boxers into the other bag. 

Opening the bathroom stall door, I walked to the sink to wash my hands and dropped the bag containing my soiled boxers into the trash can. Good riddance! Then, after taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked out of the restroom. Patty was standing right there waiting for me. 

"Oh, Paul..... you were in there a awful long time..... uh, I got a little worried." She said with a serious look on her face. "Are you mad at me?" She asked.

I could see she wasn't the smiling and bubbly Patty she was ten minutes ago. To answer her question, I pulled her to me and whispered down into her ear, "How could I ever be mad at you? Why on earth would you think that?"

She looked up at me and I felt her hand reach around to the back of my jeans. Then feeling her hand push down inside the waist band toward my butt, she felt the ruffles on the back of the panties and jumped up, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. 

"So, you're okay with it?" She asked. "You were in there so long..... God, I thought you saw them and sneaked out on me, or something."

"I would never do that, Patty." I replied. "And yes, I'm perfectly okay with it."

She was smiling again and the sparkle had returned to her eyes. "Do they fit okay? Did I get the right size?" She asked.

"They're perfect," I answered, "although, they might be a little tight in front right now."

My answer made Patty giggle and then she asked, "Do you like them?"

"Patty," I replied, taking a deep breath, "I don't have the right words to say right now, but, I think this is one of the most thoughtful things anyone has ever done for me. And, yes..... I love them. Like I said, they're perfect." 

She reached down to take my hand and held it to her chest, between her tender breasts and softly asked me, "This isn't the first time you've worn a pair of panties, is it?"

"No," I answered, "it's not. But, I don't want you to get the wrong idea, so I should probably explain it to you some time."

"Should we talk about it now?" She asked.

"We can," I replied, "if you want to. Think we can find a place that's quiet?"

"There's one of those coffee places right next door to the store where I got our panties. It looked empty when I walked past it. Want to go there?" She asked, looking at me hoping I would say yes.

"That sounds like it would work." I said. "You're not freaking out on me, are you?" I asked.

"No," she answered, "but, you've got me a little worried now since you think you need to explain something. Can we just go talk?" 

Patty reached up on her tip toes to kiss me and she hooked her arm into mine and we started walking. We didn't say much, but, half way there, she put her arm around my waist and pulled me closer to her as we walked. I definitely felt a sense of closeness with her and I knew this would be a make or break conversation, but, I also knew it had to be done. I owed her that much. 

We each got a frappuchino and found a booth at the very back of the place to sit down. Sure enough, with the exception of a teenage girl behind the counter waiting on a couple who was placing their order, we were the only ones in there. As the couple got their order and walked back out into the mall, Patty reached over to clasp my hands in hers and simply looked at me. 

Feeling it was my responsibility to begin, I started off by telling her how beautiful she was, and even though we really hadn't known each other very long, I was starting to feel strongly about her. "I'm glad to hear that, Paul," she chimed in, "I feel the same way."

"So," I continued, "because I'm starting to feel that way, there's some things I need to share with you because I don't want to get further down this road and find out there's some 'show stoppers'."

"Well," she sighed, "I'm really starting to worry, now. But, okay, I understand."

I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to tell her about my panty fetish, so I started out cautiously, saying, "Patty, every time I've ever talked to anyone about this, it's always turned out bad for me afterward. But, I'm hoping it will be different with you -- that you'll listen, and you won't judge me by what you're about to hear. Is that something you can do?"

She told me she would listen and hear me out, which is all I could ask. Then after getting my thoughts together, I began. "My Mom was a single parent when I was growing up and we didn't have a lot of money. So, sometimes I used to wear some of my sister's clothes when she outgrew them. She's a couple of years older than me, and when I was about nine, Mom started putting my sister's underwear and pajamas in my drawer. She told me no one would ever know I was wearing girl's clothes and it would help save some money and make it easier to buy food and other things we needed. Since I'd grown up with just her and my sister in the house and seen them in their panties just about everyday, it was easy for me to accept and I didn't think it was such a big deal."




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 03



I went on to tell her that before too long, it turned into a big deal. I began to prefer my sister's panties to my own underwear and pretty soon, it was all I ever wore. Mom said I looked cute in them and Sissy said we all looked the same now. On rainy days, my sister and I played together inside and Mom always let Sissy dress me up as her little sister and by the end of the day, I'd been in and out of just about every piece of clothing Sissy had. 

When I turned eleven, things started to change, though. My sister was changing and I was changing. It all came to a head one night when we were all in the living room watching TV - my sister in a sleepshirt and panties and me in my undershirt and panties. Well, the end result was that Mom saw me sitting on the sofa staring up my sister's sleepshirt with an erection tenting up inside my panties just as plain as day. I remember her taking me into my room and closing the door and talking to me about growing up and getting erections and how it was probably time for me to have boy underwear.

"After that," I told Patty, "Mom took my sister's clothes out of my room and from that point on, I almost never saw my Mom or my sister in their underwear again and Sissy and I never played dress up again. A few months later, Mom found me alone in my sister's room, dressed in one of Sissy's old Baby Doll pajama sets. I was standing in front of Sissy's full length mirror, sashaying back and forth, holding the hem up and admiring the way I looked in the matching panties. It was a very awkward situation for both of us because inside the little Baby Doll panties I was sporting an erection. My Mother handled it with understanding and dignity, telling me I shouldn't be wearing Sissy's clothes anymore, and surely not her girl underwear and pajamas." 

I explained to Patty how I continued to sneak into both Mom's and Sissy's room whenever it was safe to look through and play with their panties and the rest of their clothes. Pretty soon, I was taking them and keeping them for a few days and then putting them in the laundry basket. This continued for a few years and I thought I had everyone fooled. Then, one year my sister went to summer camp for a week. 

The morning Sissy left, I was doing something in my room when Mom walked in with a laundry basket full of clothes, fresh from the dryer. Calmly, she walked right to my dresser, opened my underwear drawer and took out all my boy underwear and pajamas. Then, without saying a word to me, she filled the drawer with Sissy's panties and several kinds of nightgowns. I watched in total shock as she picked up the stack of my boy underwear, dropped them in the laundry basket and left the room. She didn't say a word to me and I didn't say anything to her, either. But, as soon as she left, I put on a pair of those panties and I wore Sissy's panties each day and put them in the laundry hamper each night after my shower. That week, Mom and I spent every day together and I never detected anything different in her tone or attitude. Every day, she knew I was wearing Sissy's panties, and every day she pretended I wasn't. The night before Sissy came home, she asked me if I wanted to stay up late with her and watch a movie on TV.

When it got to be about fifteen minutes before the movie came on, Mom called up the stairs and told me to get my PJs on and come on down. Trembling and shaking, I put on the same Baby Doll nightgown and panties she'd seen me in before and went down stairs. She just smiled when she saw me, and the whole time I sat with her watching that movie, she didn't say a word about the nightgown. 

The day Sissy came back from summer camp, Mom came in my room and took all of Sissy's things out and put my boy stuff back in. She did it all quite casually and Sissy never knew. Later that same year, my sister went to visit my grandparents over Christmas vacation, and the day she left, Mom sat me down at the kitchen table and we had a long talk.

Mom told me she'd known for a while I'd been getting into their underwear and sleepwear, and she warned me one more time not to go into Sissy's things anymore. Surprisingly, Mom told me she'd cleared out one of her dresser drawers and filled it with things for me as long as I promised to stay out of everything else. Mom said it would be our private secret, just between us - just like before. That was one of the happiest days of my life. 

By the next year, my hormones had really kicked in big time and I discovered a new fascination in the laundry hamper - Mom's and Sissy's panties. I spent a lot of time in my room, behind my locked door enjoying my new discovery and the richness of their worn panties. I kept my promise to stay out of Sissy's room, but the laundry hamper was fair game. 

"I turned 18 my last year in high school and Sissy had gone off to college." I explained to Patty. "Mom was working the 3PM to midnight shift so she could make more money. One night, she came home to find me on my bed, dressed in her panties and three pairs from the hamper lying out on the bed next to me. I'd had a marathon masturbation session before she came home and I'd fallen asleep with my chest covered with globs of cum. When I woke up, Mom was standing next to the bed, looking down at me. I waited for her to say something -- to get mad or yell. But she didn't. She calmly asked me to make sure her panties found their way into the laundry hamper before morning so she could get the wash done, and then she left the room leaving the door open as she left." 

Patty sat there, riveted to my story as I told her how my mother and I discussed it very frankly the next morning, and how Mom told me she'd accepted the fact that I had a fascination with girl's clothes and lingerie years ago. She told me she loved me and this didn't change who I was, it was simply a part of who I was.

Pretty soon, I left for college myself, and every time I came home on breaks, Mom would make sure my drawers were stuffed full of all kinds of things for me to experiment with: everything from nightgowns to panties to skirts and even a swim suit. Before I left to go back to school, she'd always slip a little bag into my backpack that had one or two new pairs of panties in my size, and a pair of her panties that she'd prepared especially for me.

"She used to give you her dirty panties?" Patty asked in shock.

"It's not like they were dirty, Patty." I replied. "There was always a hint of fabric softener in the smell, along with a feminine scent, too. I think she just wore them long enough so I could tell they were worn and then she'd wrap them up for me." Then I added, "Every time I came home to see her, without fail - I would find a pair of her panties in the laundry hamper, lying right on top and folded neatly, that usually had a sopping wet crotch. I always took them out of there and kept them until my next visit home. It was like a game we played."

"A few years ago," I continued, "I came across a journal buried in her closet and she'd written many times about me and the panties; how she knew I was wearing them, how she would leave hers intentionally for me to find, even writing how she'd watched me play with myself a few times while I was 'Enjoying' her panties. Some of the things I read in that journal kind of shocked me about my Mom." I told Patty. "She knew what I was doing ever since the beginning, and she allowed me to do it. In some ways, I think she wanted me to do it."

I finished my story by telling Patty that panties were a fairly strong part of my sexuality and I didn't think I could strip that part of me out. "So, if all that's too weird for you and you don't want to go any further, then I understand. The only thing I ask is that you don't blab this around and don't hold it against me. I'm really a good guy, Patty."

"Oh, Paul," she sighed, "I don't know what to say." Patty replied. "It sounds like your mother really loved you and I swear to you this hasn't changed the way I feel."

"So, you're not ready to turn tail and run away from me as fast as you can?" I asked.

"Not at all." She answered, reaching out to grasp both of my hands in hers. "You've shared a very private part of yourself with me and that took a lot of courage. I think its sweet and, actually, I kind of like the fact that you wear panties. You DO still wear them, right?"

"Yes," I said, "I've got a few pairs at my place."

"I want to see them," Patty said to me, "all of them, and I want to see you in them. Is that okay to ask?"

It was a point of time that stood still for me. A pivotal moment in our young relationship that told me there was indeed something special about Patty.... something warm and genuine, something that made me want to pull her close and never let her go.

"Yes," I replied, "I'd really like that."

"When was the last time you wore panties? I mean before right now." She asked, smiling.

"You're not going to believe this," I began, "but the last time was the day I met you at the airport in Washington. I was wearing panties then."

"No way!" She whispered.

"It's the truth." I said. 

"So you were wearing panties, getting a hard-on and looking at my little boobs all at the same time?" She asked.

I nodded my head and said that was right. Patty leaned back in the booth we were sitting and smiled. "If I would have known that, I would have taken you into a restroom and given you a handjob, or a blowjob or something! Damn!"

Then she leaned in close to me and asked something that took my breath away. "Did you and your Mom ever, you know.... did you ever do anything? You know together, uh, you and her?" She asked.

She was talking in euphemisms, but I knew exactly what she was asking. She was asking if Mom and I had ever done anything sexual together. This is something I'd never talked to anyone about -- not ever. But, since she'd asked me directly, I decided to take a chance.

"We never had sex, uh, intercourse." I said quite apprehensively.

"But you did something, right? Can you tell me?" She seemed excited.

"If I do," I replied, "you've got to promise not to look at her weird or anything like that if you ever meet her."

"Oh, I promise." Patty said immediately. "What did you guys do?" There was a twinkle in Patty's eyes and she was keenly interested in what I was going to say. My cock was so hard, it felt like it was going to burst in my pants.

"I'll give you a nice present if you tell me." She said, picking up a small bag next to her and dangling it in front of my face. "Look in here." She whispered.

The bag said "Bridal Boutique" and then I immediately remembered how she told me she bought the same panties for both of us and she was going to put hers on, too. As soon as I opened the bag, the overwhelming aroma of pussy hit my nostrils.

Lying down inside the bag were the panties she wore in the car -- the panties she'd touched herself in and made herself cum in. They were lying in there with the crotch panel up -- the part that had been right next to her pussy lips, and the mental picture I got looking at them lying in there was unbelievably potent. I held the bag right up to my face and inhaled her scent.

'They're yours," she said, "for whatever purpose you want them for - as long as you'll think about me while you're doing it."

I took another long sniff from the bag and wrapped it up tight and set it down next to me. "You know damn well what I'm going to do with them." I said, looking over at her.

"Okay, so tell me what you did with your mother." There was some urgency in her voice and I could see she really wanted to know.

"A week or so before I left for my freshman year at college," I began, "Mom sat down across from me at breakfast and asked me if I wanted to spend a couple of days with her and do something special -- something just for us, something she hoped I would enjoy. Since Sissy had already gone back to school, and I knew I wouldn't see Mom for a while once I left myself, I thought it was a good idea."

Patty's hand disappeared from the top of the table and she looked at me and smiled a wicked grin. Not more than ten seconds later, her eyes closed for a minute and she bit her lower lip and let out a small sigh. If I didn't know better, I would almost bet she was masturbating again. 

"Are you playing with yourself?" I asked curiously.

Patty nodded her head up and down and said, "Go on."

"Now, this is awful damn hot." I said to myself. My new girlfriend and I are sitting in a coffee shop, we're talking about incest between my mother and me and she's masturbating. 

I told her the story of how my Mom took me into her bedroom and sat me on the bed with her. Mom told me she'd thought about this for a long time, then, she put her arm around me and calmly said, "I'm only going to make this offer once and I want you to think about it before you answer." 

"You'll be going off to school soon," she started, "so if you want to," she said, "we can spend a few days pretending you're my daughter. I'll teach you all about a woman's body and I'll dress you up as my daughter if you want me to. We'll just be girls together. I'll let you look at me and touch me, but we can't have sex. We can do other things, but you can't put your penis in me. We can talk about anything you want to talk about and everything will stay just between mother and daughter." 

I'm sure Mom saw the look of absolute fear and panic in my eyes, but she told me since I was going away to school for a while, she thought it would be a nice going away present and satisfy some of my curiosity and maybe even answer some questions. Telling me she wasn't pressuring me, Mom said it was completely up to me. 

Patty's eyes got as big as silver dollars. "I hope you said yes." Patty whispered.

I continued with my story, telling Patty how I sat there, completely dumbfounded and speechless while Mom explained that she loved me and wanted me to feel good about myself and thought if I had this chance at home with her, I wouldn't be tempted to do something stupid at school. "You might enjoy it." Mom added. "Who knows, it might even be something to look forward to when you come home on breaks."

Needless to say, I was embarrassed as hell to admit to myself that I was excited about her proposal. "Paul, you don't have to be embarrassed or hesitant to say 'Yes'," Mom said, "I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't want to do it, myself."

Mom and I sat there for a few minutes while I thought about it and she patiently waited for my answer. Remembering she told me she was only going to make this offer once, I gathered up my courage and told her, "Yes."

With that, Mom said we might as well get the initial shock out of the way and told me to take off all my clothes. I was shocked and surprised because I thought we'd talk about it some more and we'd go slower, but when I didn't make a move to get undressed, she finally told me to stand up. When I did, she gently pulled to stand between her knees and she started to undress me herself. After she took off my shirt and shorts, all I had on was a pair of her panties. My cock was hard, pushing out against the fabric, and at first, Mom completely ignored it.

In graphic detail, I explained to Patty how my mother made me stand there in her panties while she touching me all over, telling me how she was going to bathe me, shampoo my hair and teach me how to take better care of my skin and hair. She started rubbing her hands on my butt, feeling my balls and then finally, with a gasp of desperation, she finally touched my cock through her panties. Mother looked up at me and said, "I'm going to take your panties down now so I can see your penis. Is that okay?"

I proceeded to tell Patty how Mom pulled my panties down and left them at the top of my thighs. Then, she started touching me all over again, everywhere except my penis. Her touch was much different than my own; it was lighter and softer, and she wasn't in a hurry. I told Patty I could remember standing there almost praying she wouldn't touch me so lightly. It was incredibly arousing. 

After a few minutes, Mom took hold of my erection and looked up at me from where she was sitting on the bed. She gathered her hair and whisked it behind her neck and then she leaned forward and put the head of my cock into her mouth. She sucked me lightly for a minute and then pulled off saying, "We're going to have to get rid of this if we're going to get anything done today."

I watched as Mom's head tilted down and took my cock back into her mouth. As the warmth enveloped me, her hand started to jack my cock. The vision of my mother sucking my erection was surreal, I'd never thought of my own Mother as a sexual partner..... sure, I knew she was a woman and I must have taken her femininity for granted when I used her panties to masturbate, but I'd never though of being intimate with her -- not like this, anyway. But, right now, one thing was sure; Mom knew how to suck a cock. 

The next thing I knew, she stopped sucking me and asked me to step back for a second. When I did, she stood up next to me, her hands went to her waist and she whisked her shorts off. 

"I used to lie in bed thinking exactly how I would do this, if I ever really did it." Mom said. "I knew you liked to take my panties out of the laundry and use them when you masturbated. I used to stand outside your door and listen to you do it -- and I usually masturbated along with you and then dropped my panties in the laundry hamper for you to find later."

Then she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled them off. She sat back down on the bed and without looking at me, held her panties up to me with one hand while she pulled me back into place between her knees with the other. "Go ahead," Mom said, "this part is my little fantasy. I want you to smell my panties while I suck you and I want you to finish in my mouth."

The look on Patty's face as I was telling her all of this was a look of total amazement. She sat there and just stared at me, hanging off every word I said. It was obvious she was openly playing with herself, not only because I could see tiny movements in her arm as her hand played with her pussy under the table, but, I could tell by the look in her face. I almost looked under the table to get a peek, but I think that would have killed the mood.

I continued with my story. "Mom grasped my cock and guided it back to her mouth, but as she did, she slipped down from the bed and got on her knees. I looked down to see her peering up at me as she sucked and licked, waiting to see me sniff her panties. I don't know why, but even though my own mother was on her knees sucking my cock, I was too ashamed to let her see me do it."

"Ashamed? For heaven's sake, why?" Patty asked. "That can be such a huge turn on for us -- seeing someone sniff our panties." Patty continued, adding "It's like you're unconditionally worshipping our pussy. The thought of it definitely turns me on and just for the record here, I don't have any problem what-so-ever with you sniffing my panties and I'd love to watch you sniffing them sometime."

I told Patty that as I held my mother's panties up to my nose, her eyes zeroed in on me -- watching me as I opened her panties to look at the crotch and find the best place to hold to my nose. Three or four times she took my cock deeply into her throat and when she almost choked, she pulled me out and used her hands to jack me for a few seconds before she took me into her mouth again. All the while, she kept watching me.

"Well, that doesn't surprise me." Patty remarked. "I'd sure want to watch your reactions if you were smelling my underwear. All women worry about how they smell and taste down there, you know." 

I continued with my story, telling Patty it wasn't long before I felt the beginnings of my climax coming. Between her sucking and the smell of her panties, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I threw caution to the wind and put the crotch of my mother's panties in my mouth and I started to suck. Mom's eyes were still upturned, watching me as I got closer and closer, and then I exploded in her mouth -- my legs buckling to the point where she had to struggle to keep my cock between her lips and I flooded her mouth with my eighteen year old cum.




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 03



Just then, Patty stiffened up across from me and shuddered. Her eyes were closed and she was panting quietly. Another second later, she pulled her hand out from between her legs and rested it on the table. Her fingers were shiny and wet with her own pussy juices and before I could stop myself, I reached over and took her hand and brought it straight to my mouth. 

As I licked and sucked her fingers, Patty stood up on her side of the booth and leaned over the table to kiss me. As we were kissing, I happened to see the girl behind the counter looking at us and she looked shocked. Patty must have pulled her skirt up so she could get her hand down into her panties and in her haste to kiss me, never pulled it down and her whole bottom was exposed to anyone that wanted to look -- including the girl behind the counter. Patty must have been a hell of a sight, leaning over the table with her butt on display wearing those brand new silk panties with the ruffles across her bottom.

"Your skirt." I whispered to Patty, breaking away from the kiss. "Your skirt is all the way up and your butt is hanging out." Patty just leaned in and kissed me again saying "I don't care.... just kiss me."

I swear, the whole morning and afternoon had been a whirlwind of sexual fantasy and desire come true for me and I was just about to into overload. I decided to let Patty have her fun, I knew she was exposing her panties deliberately and it caused a surge of additional excitement in my pants because I knew the girl behind the counter was looking and probably people walking by in the mall were looking in, too. 

We kissed for another minute and then Patty sat down. We looked into each others eyes across the table, and at that exact moment, I knew Patty was going to own my heart.

"You have to promise to tell me the rest later," Patty begged, "I want to hear the rest of your story..... every little detail.... everything you did with your Mom." 

"Okay." I answered. "It's a long, long story, though. It went on for a while." I warned.

"It's an amazing and beautiful story, Paul." She replied. "I want to hear everything."

"No problem," I said, "but when I do, let's do it somewhere where we can be more comfortable."

"Maybe I'll strip down to just my panties," she added, "and give you a pair you can sniff and lick while you tell me the rest. You can take as much time as you need and tell me everything."

"That sounds good." I answered. Looking at my watch, I was surprised to see it was getting to be late in the afternoon and we still had shopping to do and dinner. "We better get going," I added, "it might take a while to buy a hundred pairs of panties."

I picked up the bag containing the panties Patty had on in the car and stood up. Stepping out of the booth and holding my hand out to Patty, she took it and stood up. Her skirt was still up over her hips and she didn't bother to pull it down. As we took a few steps, though, it fell into place and as we walked past the girl behind the counter, I turned to nod my head at her. Her face was flushed and it looked like she was in total disbelief of what she had seen, but, she had a huge smile on her face and so did I.



Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 04



Warning: This is the fourth chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a "Quick Read", but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure. 

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When we got out into the mall, Patty steered me toward one of the upscale department stores at the very end of the mall; one of the well known anchor stores. Making our way through the store, we stopped once or twice to look at some dresses and skirts she liked. I saw some thin, gauze-like shirts which would be perfect for Patty to show off her little breast treasures. They had one style that had a low cut neck, but the one I really liked was very form fitting and would almost cling to her body, making her breasts very easy to see and admire by anyone that chose to look. I made a mental note to come back and pick one up for her. She saw the gleam in my eye while I looked at them and I think she was impressed I was thinking of her.

When we passed the Juniors section, there was a rack of tartan skirts on display, some of them red and white, and some of them were blue and white, and they reminded me of school girl or private school uniform skirts. Pulling her over to the rack, I held one up and said "Imagine this about eight inches shorter." 

"You Naughty Boy!" She said, turning to slap my arm. "That would be totally indecent to wear." 

With a grin on my face, I replied, "You mean deliciously indecent?"

I made another mental note to pick up one or two of these, too. "We're here to buy panties, remember?" She scolded. Then, taking my hand in hers, she made a bee line directly to the lingerie department. 

Their lingerie department was nothing short of huge, and it was filled with all kinds of soft, stretchy, lacy and very sexy items. As we entered, the very first thing we came upon was a display of the sheerest bra and panty sets I've ever seen. They were almost transparent. You could even see the nipples of the mannequins showing through. I thought about how Patty's little breasts would look showing through a bra like that and the image in my head was tantalizing. 

I stopped in front of the display and looked at Patty. "I like that bra." I said. "I bet your nipples would look extra suckable through one of those."

"Paul," she replied, "In case you haven't noticed, I don't wear bras. I think I might have maybe two at home, but, I almost never wear one."

"But," I answered, "those are so charming. You can see right through them.... I mean, they're sexy and would look so good with those see through panties, and maybe one of those shirts we saw back there..... and one of those school girl skirts."

"I see where this is going." She replied. "Okay," she said, with a smirk on her face, "if you insist, but, for every bra I get, you have to get one, too."

Now, that stopped me cold. Even though I've worn my share of panties, the only time I've ever worn a bra was at the hands of my mother the days she dressed me up as my sister, Sissy. I hadn't told Patty that part of my story yet, but I knew if she wanted to hear the whole account of my Mom and me, it would probably come out. I didn't know if Patty's comment was a test, or if Patty had something else in mind. 

Now, just as an aside, I know the implications when a man wears a bra. Panties are one thing, but a bra is a completely different matter. A man might wear panties as a substitute for his regular underwear for many reasons: opportunity, comfort, desire, curiosity, fantasy, excitement, punishment, tradition, or even by request. A man who wears panties can normally protect his secret because his trousers cover them and he can indulge himself without anyone knowing. Basically, a man can wear panties as much as he likes with no impact what so ever to his masculinity. There are historic accounts from ages past to support the fact that a percentage of men definitely wear female underpants. That is a known fact which is indisputable.

A bra on the other hand, is a strictly feminine garment. When a man wears a bra, he is subjugating his masculinity in favor of femininity. What I mean is; a man doesn't put on a bra simply by 'mistake', or without considering the implications. A bra is made for breasts, which are (in most cases) exclusive to the female. So when a man wears a bra, what he's saying is that he's potentially willing to set aside his masculinity temporarily, or in some cases, permanently. One of the first things an experienced dominant female will do to a male submissive is put him in a bra. That makes the male incredibly docile and open to suggestion. The second thing they do is make sure a third party actually sees the man wearing the bra. Once that happens, the man's masculinity has been neutered. True, when the man sheds the bra, his masculinity can return, but, as long as the bra remains on, that submissive male can be trained to think, act and react in ways which are not influenced by his masculinity -- and he'll do so quite willingly.

And, all of that is exactly what was going through my mind just after Patty said "for every bra I get, you have to get one, too." It's a lot to comprehend and process at one time and I must have spaced out while trying to sort through everything after she said it.

"Paul?" Patty said, breaking me out of my trance. "Have you worn a bra before?" She asked.

"Yeah," I answered reluctantly but truthfully, "when my Mom dressed me up."

"Oh, now I'm REALLY going to have to hear the rest of that story!" Patty whispered to me.

"Later." I replied. "I told you, it's a long, long story." 

"Well, let's see," Patty mused, "I guess I'm looking for a 32A. Or, actually a 32AA would be better if I can find one, but these stores don't usually carry bras that small."

Looking through the bras to find her size, she turned to me and asked, "What size for you?"

Luckily, there wasn't anyone around us - I looked to make sure. A woman and her daughter were a few racks away, but I don't think they heard her ask me what size bra I would wear. I cringed at the thought of some woman overhearing Patty and I discussing my bra size. 

"38." I said softly.

I watched as Patty sorted through the rack, pushing bras back and forth and digging into the back to find matching bras in our sizes. Finally, she found two bras, 32A and 38A, and two panties, an extra small for her and a medium for me. She picked white, but there was yellow and pink, too. I breathed a sign of relief when she didn't pick the pink.

We looked through every table, rack and display of that lingerie department together, and for each pair of panties we got for her, she picked out a matching pair for me, in my size. By the time we were done, we probably had a total of forty pairs of panties for the two of us. She'd picked out a rainbow of colors for us, including many different shades of pink. 

She'd seen me flinch the first time she reached for pink, and I saw a little grin creep up on the corners of her mouth when she saw my reaction. "Listen," Patty whispered, "girls wear pink. I'm a girl. I like pink. It's not going to kill you."

Then she added, "Look at it this way.... you'll be so much better in tune with your feminine side wearing pink." After that, I think she made a deliberate decision to choose pink panties when she able to find matching styles and the right sizes.

"It'll be fine," Patty assured me, patting my chest lightly, "no one's going to see them besides me, anyway. Except maybe your Mom," Patty added as she smiled up to me, "and that would be perfectly fine with me."

If I didn't already figure out Patty was very interested in my Mom and I, I think I knew for sure now. She'd said she wanted to hear the rest of my story, and wanted to know the details of what we did, and now she was telling me she'd be okay with my Mom seeing me in my pink panties. I stopped for a second to consider how she was going to react when I told her the whole story about my Mom. 

As we walked to the cashier counter, the lady behind the counter looked up to greet us. Laying the merchandise out on the counter, the saleslady began to sort through the bundle of softies and looked at Patty.

"Some of these are different sizes, Miss." She said. "The bras, and the panties, both."

Patty turned to me, and just as casually as you can image asked, "38A and Mediums for you, isn't that right, Paul?"

I wanted to crawl into a hole right then. She even called me by name. But, Patty reached down to grasp my hand and she squeezed it as she asked. I could feel my face turn red and the saleslady, seeing my obvious mortification, immediately turned her attention back to the pile of lingerie on the counter in front of her.

"I'm sorry," the saleslady said softly as she looked up at me, "I shouldn't have said anything."

"It's okay," Patty replied, leaning over to whisper to her, "I guess you don't get many male customers in here buying women's panties and bras for themselves."

Patty was laying it on pretty thick. She didn't even lower her voice and I saw a woman customer snicker when she obviously overheard what Patty said. She held my hand tightly , too -- keeping me right next to her so I wouldn't try to sneak away.

"Honestly," the saleslady answered quite softly, "we do get couples from time to time..... uh, like you, buying different sizes. And we get some men shopping for their wives and girlfriends..... they say." The woman busied herself with the tags and laying everything out so she could ring them up.

"I don't see what the big deal is," the woman continued, leaning over and speaking softly to Patty, "if I was a man, I'd prefer to wear these, too."

"See?" Patty said, turning to look at me, and clutching my hand even tighter. Then, turning back to the saleslady, Patty asked, "If Paul wanted to shop by himself sometime for his own panties, could he come here and ask for you?"

"Oh, please!" I prayed silently in desperation. "Let's just get the hell out of here."

"Of course." The saleslady replied, and picking up her business card from the counter, she handed it directly to me and told me I could stop by anytime and she'd be honored to help me. 

I stood there, red faced and about to start to sweat as she finished ringing up our purchase and putting our combined lingerie in the bags. While we stood there, Patty snuggled up to me and covertly reached down to press her hand against my crotch. I didn't realize how hard I was, but, feeling the steel rod in my pants, Patty looked up at me with a knowing smile. Between the embarrassment, the humiliation and the excitement, my cock was throbbing inside the ruffled bridal panties I was wearing. And I could tell Patty's was thoroughly enjoying my discomfort.

When the saleslady finished our purchase, Patty said "Thank You" and we walked away, hand in hand. 

"Damn!" I whispered to her, when we turned out of the lingerie department. "I've never been so embarrassed in my life."

"Oh, and you're acting like you didn't enjoy all that?" Patty replied as we walked. "Your cock sure seemed to enjoy it. Besides," she went on, "that woman doesn't know you - and now you'll be able to come in here alone and buy things for the both of us."

"Well, I do try to keep my panty wearing a secret, Patty." I said. "Hardly no one knows and I'd like to keep it that way."

"Really?" Patty replied. "No one knows? Let's see..... well, your Mom knows, and your sister probably knows, and some of your ex-girlfriends know.... and I know, and that woman knows. And, you're still alive and no one has put out a 'Wanted' poster for you, have they? I guess maybe it's not such a horrible thing if someone knows, huh?"

"Well, Miss Smarty Pants," I broke in, "my secretary doesn't know, and the people that work for me don't know, and your father surely doesn't know."

"I don't know about your secretary or the people at your work," Patty answered, "but, I guarantee Daddy wouldn't care. You know, Paul," she added, "personally, I love the idea of my guy wearing panties. If it was up to me, I'd want you to wear them all the time." 

"Somehow, I'm finding that hard to believe." I replied. 

"Well, just to prove I'm telling the truth, would you let me come over to your house first thing tomorrow morning and throw out all the male stuff in your underwear drawer and replace it with all the cute things we're buying today?" Patty asked.

Memories of my Mom putting my sister's lingerie in my drawer at home flooded my brain, and I was impressed with Patty's keen sense of understanding and awareness. I started to visualize Patty doing that, just as my mother did years ago. The vision was potent and I couldn't deny the fact that I liked it the idea. 

We playfully taunted each other back and forth as to what she might put in my drawers for me, and how she would arrange it all -- by style or by color. As we walked, I asked her if she was serious about wanting to come over tomorrow morning to throw all my underwear out. 

"Hell, yes!" She answered. "Every damn bit of it. Every boxer and brief you have would go straight in the trash. Well, maybe you can keep one pair for when you go to the doctor."

" Oh!" Patty added, "And you can keep anything special you got from your Mom. One thing, though," she said with a serious tone in her voice, "when you get home tonight, you better get rid of anything you ever got from any other girl before I get there, because I'll be pissed as hell if I ever find any of that stuff."

"Okay," I replied, "that works for me."

Before long, we came to another store that sold lingerie. She looked at me and said "Are we going in, or should we call it a day?"

"Damn straight we're going in!" I said, strongly.

Patty informed me she was keeping her mouth shut this time and I was doing all the talking. Then, before I could protest, she pulled me in and took me right to the lingerie section. Before long, a salesgirl -- probably about Patty's age, came up and asked if she could help us. 

"Yes." I answered quickly, trying to show Patty I could handle this smoothly. "We're looking for underwear.... something comfortable, but still... you know... sexy."

"Okay," the girl replied, "what size are you?" She asked, looking at Patty.

Patty didn't say a thing. I spoke up right away, acting cool and confident, saying, "Extra Small for her and Medium for me." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Patty smile.

The girl didn't seem to flinch at all. "Let me show you these first." She said, pointing to a rack several feet away. Patty and I followed behind her until she stopped at a rack that had some very nice panties in many colors.

"You'll like these," she said to me, "they don't have a lot of scratchy lace." Then pointing out the style she added, "They have full coverage in the back, and a good waistband to keep them tight on you.... uh, around your front." 

Looking around quickly to make sure we weren't too close to anyone else, the salesgirl leaned a bit closer to Patty and I and then said, "These are the ones I get for my boyfriend," she added matter of factly, "it's all he wears now. Except the pink ones. He still won't wear anything pink. Yet." She added, slightly amused. 

Stunned at the salesgirl's willingness to be so open with us, I looked at Patty to see her standing there with a smug look on her face. I picked up a pair of the panties and looked at them. The girl told me the fabric was the newest kind; it was made to 'breathe'. She also pointed out the integrated crotch panel saying they were easy to care for and was sure I would find them comfortable, especially, as she put it, "because regular panties aren't really cut for a guy," and adding, "I'm sure you'll find these much better than other panties you've tried. They'll keep you, you know.... inside."

Breaking her silence, Patty asked, "I'm just curious..... do you sell a lot of panties to men? I mean, for themselves?"

"I certainly try to." The salesgirl answered. "Whenever I see a man with a woman, or male customer by himself, I always watch for the signs he might be shopping for himself. Believe me, some men are so relieved when the find out they don't have to pretend anymore and they buy a lot!" 

"That's actually pretty interesting to hear." Patty replied. Then she added, "Paul, I think we should get one of every color for both of us. If they are as great as she says, then we'll know what kind to buy in the future."

In all the previous times I've shopped for panties, I, too, always had to pretend they were for someone else. This was the first time I'd volunteered the fact that they were for me. In a way, I felt proud to be overcoming my anxiety. This girl didn't look at me weird and she obviously knew her merchandise. For once, I was being completely honest and everything was going fine.

The girl helped us find the right size in each of the colors, even helping us decide on the style: bikini, hipster, tanga, boyshorts, etc. She warned that the bikini cut wasn't necessarily the best style for a man, but added that her boyfriend had a few pairs of bikinis and she liked the way they looked on him. She took us over to another display which had some different bikini panties which she said fit her boyfriend much better because the elastic waist band was better. The way she said it, I got a vision of some guy wearing bikini panties with a hard-on trying to poke its head out. So, what she said made good sense to me. 

We ended up spending forty five minutes with the salesgirl picking out panties and when we were done, we had two armfuls. Just when we thought we were done, the girl bent over and whispered for a few seconds into Patty's ear. Patty looked at me and then whispered something back to her.

The salesgirl stepped next to me and said, "Let me show you something over here we just got in the first of last week." We followed her around the next two aisles and came to an end cap display with some bras hanging up. 

"We just started carrying these, and I don't know if you're interested in them but..... uh." The salesgirl looked at Patty and in turn, Patty nodded her head to the girl. "Well, the salesgirl continued, "my boyfriend has always had a hang up about wearing a bra but I knew the thought of it really interests him..... you know.... a lot.. When I saw these, I bought one for him and he liked it so much I bought six more two days later, so, he has one for each day of the week. Kind of like those 'Days-of-the-Week' panties."

I'd never seen bras like these. They looked like short, lightweight cut off tank tops. The material felt and looked exactly like the nylon nightgowns and Baby Dolls Mom and Sissy used to have long ago. There were no wires or clasps, and there were no cups. It was a little stretchy and looked like one piece of material that made up the whole thing. Even the thin lace piping on the shoulder straps looked like it would have perfectly matched Sissy's Baby Dolls. Maybe these were tops to pajamas or something.

"My boyfriend has been wearing them under his shirt to work and you can't even tell he's got a bra on." She said as I stared at the rack. After a minute, Patty moved over next to me and gently nudged me closer to the rack. "Would you like to try one on?" The girl asked very quietly.

I looked at Patty and she nodded her head up and down slightly. I felt my throat go dry and I nodded my head, too. "About what size?" The girl asked.




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"38" I said softly.

"Oh," the girl said quickly, "these come in Small, Medium, Large.... like that."

"Probably a Medium, then." Patty offered. "A white one."

"Let's take a Medium and a Large," the girl replied, "just to make sure."

"So..... uh, how are we going to do this?" I asked.

"We sell men's clothes here, too." She said, flicking her wrist toward the other side of the store. "I'll just take you over there. I work the suit department two days a week. I could just say I was measuring you for a suit, or something."

Patty raised her eyebrows at me as we followed the salesgirl to the other side of the store. She stopped by the cash register counter and picked up a measuring tape and a few steps later, we were walking right toward the changing rooms. She looked back over her shoulder and said, "Just to make sure, we should measure you first."

"That's a good idea." Patty answered, looking at me to see if I agreed. 

I figured it was just a measuring tape and we're only talking about my chest..... no big deal. When we got to the changing room, the salesgirl went in first and I followed. Patty came behind me, and when she came in, she pulled the door closed. "We have to measure across your chest.... under your arms," she began, "uhm.... and, uh.... across your nipple line."

"Paul, honey," Patty said, "take your shirt off so we can get to your nipple line."

Once my shirt was off, the salesgirl had the tape measure around me and Patty helped straighten the tape over my nipples. Jokingly, Patty pinched one of my nipples and the girls started to giggle. "Oh, look! His nips are getting hard!" Patty observed.

"Hey!" I replied. "Those are MY nipples you're pinching." 

"Look," Patty pointed out, "there both hard now."

"My boyfriend's nipples get so hard sometimes," the salesgirl chimed in, "they're like little pebbles."

The girls were giggling again. I don't know who was having more fun, Patty or the salesgirl, or me with my nipples getting all the attention. After the laughter died down the salesgirl looked at the tape and said "37. I think you're right," then looking at Patty she continued, "that's a Medium."

Patty held out the white bra and giggled. "Here you go."

The salesgirl took a step back and said, "Maybe I should step out while you..."

"No," I interrupted her, "don't worry about it. You should stay. I'll put it on real quick and we can see if it's the right size."

Patty looked at me and nodded, giving her unspoken acknowledgement that she admired my new found courage. The salesgirl, though, didn't look so sure. "There's no clasp in the back for that bra," she replied, "the best way to put that one on is to step into it, and pull it up your body, and then hook your arms into the straps."

"Oh," I answered, "no problem." 

I started to bend down, and when I lifted my foot it became obvious to me that the bra wasn't going to go on over my shoes and jeans. I stopped and looked up to Patty standing next to me and she was shaking her head. "You're probably going to have to take your jeans off." Patty said.

There was a hush of quiet that came over us. "Oh, Damn." I thought.

I knew the door was closed. And, the salesgirl said she works in the men's department twice a week and measures men all the time. She'd told us herself her boyfriend wears panties and bras. But, still, I wasn't sure I was ready to be seen by a virtual stranger in the ruffled bridal panties I was wearing. On the other hand, though, this was a hell of an opportunity to try out my exhibitionist wings and make a pretty strong statement to Patty that I wasn't so sensitive about being a panty wearer.

"I better just step out." The salesgirl decided.

"No." I stopped her. "I don't mind and you probably do this all the time, so just stay."

Patty's face went stone cold lifeless. "Paul," she replied, "I can just wait right outside the door with her and you can tell us when you get it on and...."

"No." I said, quickly. "It's like you said - I'm totally fine with it as long as you are. I don't want to act like a pussy about it. Not anymore, anyways."

"Paul, are you sure?" Patty asked. "I mean really sure about this?"

I didn't even take a moment to look at Patty or answer her. I kicked off one shoe and then the other one. My shirt was already off, so without another second of delay I unbuttoned my pants, pulled the zipper down and pushed my jeans down before anyone could say another word. As I did all this, I thanked my lucky stars that I didn't have a hard-on. Although, it did cross my mind that this would be an excellent time to have a nice bulge in the front of my panties -- just for the girl's benefit. 

The changing room had mirrors on three sides and when I bent down to pick up my jeans, I happened to glance in the mirror in front of me and I could see the reflection of my bridal panties stretched across my butt. The ruffles caught my eye and apparently Patty's eyes, and the salesgirl's, too.

When I stood up, my first inclination was to cover myself, but I fought back the urge to do that. Both Patty and the salesgirl were looking at me standing there in just my panties and when I saw them looking, I put my hands on my hips and cautiously let them look. 

"Oh, Paul." I heard Patty gasp. "Those are so perfect for you." Patty told me as she stepped close and laid her hand on the back of my butt, fluffing up the ruffles. 

"They're new," I said to the salesgirl, "this is her first time seeing them on me."

The salesgirl was watching Patty stroke the ruffles on my butt and once I said something to her, her eyes went right to my crotch. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was happy with what I saw -- my cock and balls completely filled the crotch of the panties in the most magnificent way. I wasn't falling out anywhere and the outline of my penis could be seen through the silk.

"Are they real silk?" The salesgirl asked.

"Yes," Patty answered, "I bought them at the bridal store here in the mall."

"Want to hand me that bra now so I can try it on?" I asked Patty. The salesgirl, who was gawking at me standing there in my new ruffled panties, just kept looking as I reached out to get the bra from Patty. 

Almost in a coma, Patty handed me the bra and I held it down by my feet and stepped into it. I pulled it up my legs without any problem. When I got the bra to my waist, I had to let go of the straps so I could get a better grasp on it, which left the bra sitting right at the waistband of my panties. Both girls' eyes went right to that spot and I felt my cock react. 

"What now?" I asked.

Patty stepped up to me and looking at the bra, she answered, "Just hold your arms down and I'll pull it up. You stick your arms through and then we'll pull it up the rest of the way." I did as Patty suggested and she pulled it up my chest. As she did, I felt it get snug, but it wasn't tight. 

When the bra was up on me, the salesgirl reached up to straighten the shoulder straps on both sides. Patty adjusted the way it sat across my chest, and once she was satisfied, Patty gently placed both her hands on my man-breasts and lightly scratched my nipples through the material. Instantly, my nipples jumped to attention and just like the salesgirl's description of her boyfriend, they looked like little pebbles poking out.

"Look." Patty urged, turning me toward the mirror. What I saw was beyond words. The color and the material of the bra looked very similar to the panties Patty bought me, almost to the point where they could be a set. Both were shiny and thin - thin enough to show everything underneath.

In the reflection, I could see Patty on one side and the salesgirl on the other side of me, both of them running their eyes up and down my body. Believe it or not, there wasn't one ounce of embarrassment in me, and I could see in their eyes they were in complete amazement of the way I looked -- and I was digging it -- really digging it. 

I didn't wait for either of them to say anything. "I like it," I said, clearly, "can I just keep it on and wear it under my shirt?"

Almost in unison, both girls said "Yes." 

The salesgirl's eyes were still looking me over and I felt myself getting hard. My package was swelling, becoming larger, and I could see the silk panties would be giving way to a hard-on soon.

I turned to Patty. "I'm going to need my pants soon," I said, "I think....... I'm starting to get...."

The salesgirl immediately snapped out of it, saying "Of course." She reached down to pick up my jeans and handed them to me. Still facing the mirror, and in direct view of both girls, I reached down to move my thickening cock so it was lying sideways inside my panties, about half hard. Then I stepped into my jeans and pulled them up and stepped into my shoes. I left my jeans unzipped and hanging completely open as I looked back into mirror and ran my hands over the bra. Patty's eyes followed my hands, but the salesgirl's eyes were still on my crotch.

I couldn't resist the urge to have a little fun with the salesgirl, so I flexed my cock and when I did, it visibly pressed out against my panties causing them to noticeably tent in front of her. I heard her gasp and then she quickly apologized, saying "I'm sorry..... I just.... uh... I'll wait for you out there." She pointed to the door and immediately walked straight out. 

Patty reached her hand down into my jeans and took hold of the growing cock inside my panties. "Well, I guess you do have a bit of a budding exhibitionist in you, after all." Patty whispered to me. Then she quietly giggled, looked at me, and held her finger up and said much louder -- loud enough for the salesgirl to hear if she was standing outside the door, "Look how hard you're getting."

And Patty was right. I was getting hard and I was loving it. 

Patty quietly handed me my shirt and I put it on. Sure enough, just like the salesgirl said, there was absolutely no indication I was wearing a bra. The thing was so thin and light, I couldn't even see any strap lines -- there wasn't a trace anywhere. I'd found a way to break the bra rule -- a way to have the bra and protect my masculinity.

"I love the way it looks and feels, Paul," Patty openly offered, "we've got to get some more of these."

I agreed with her and once we gathered up our things, we opened the door and saw the salesgirl waiting for us several feet away. As soon as we stepped out of the changing room, the girl immediately stepped up to us and began apologizing for what she thought was her unprofessional behavior in the changing room.

"Stop," I said, holding my hand up, "I was the one that asked you to stay, remember." 

Then I continued, "I really like the bra and appreciate your suggestion of it. We want to get a few more and then I think we're ready to pay."

The salesgirl took Patty and I back to the display rack and together, Patty and the girl selected several more bras for me. Patty explained that we wanted to get matched 'outfits' for the both of us, but unfortunately, they didn't have any Extra Smalls for Patty. The salesgirl suggested we come back next week, saying she'd watch for some and set them aside for her.

When we got to the counter, the salesgirl gave us a card good for free lingerie the next time we came in, and gave us a discount because we bought so much. When Patty and I got out of the store, Patty said, "Paul, I'm very impressed! You were amazing in there.... courageous and brave. You handled all that with confidence and strength. I'm so proud of you!" 

I was happy. Patty's praise was beautiful and I was especially happy to hear it because I, too, felt I was strong and confident. 

Standing there, we both realized we'd bought enough now, and we had two more bags filled with panties and bras. Looking at my watch, I noticed it was starting to get late and thinking about dinner, I suggested we head for the car and see if we could find someplace to eat. 

"Listen," Patty said, "I need to swing by one more store. Come on."

Patty took my hand and we walked half way through the mall until we got to a children's store. "Hey," she said, "you wait here and hold our stuff and I'll be right back." Then she turned and walked into the store.

I sat down on a bench outside the store to wait, and when she came out, she was carrying a bag. She sat down on the bench next to me and we talked about where we should go for dinner. During the conversation, I curiously picked up the bag from the children's store and looked inside. 

Patty tried to grab the bag from me saying, "Hey, that's mine! Don't look in there." But I held it out away from her and looked inside, anyway. Wondering what she'd bought at a children's store, I pulled some of the items out and looked at them. There were some packages of little girl's cotton panties -- all different colors with cute characters on them, and several 'Bralettes' of different colors.

"What's a bralette?" I asked.

Patty was completely silent and she wouldn't look at me. At first, I though she was simply acting like she was pouting, but, after a second I realized she wasn't acting. 

Patty finally answered me, saying, "It's what little girls wear before they wear a real bra."

"Who are these for?" I asked.

Patty looked at me for a second, and then she looked down, as if she had been scolded. She took a deep breath and said, "For me."

"Well, we just bought you a bunch of panties and a bra too -- and you told me you didn't ever wear bras. But, you wear little girl panties and bras?" I asked.

"Yes," Patty answered, "Sometimes I do."

" You do?" I asked.

She turned her head to me and I could see tears welling up in her eyes again. "Please don't make me explain this right now, okay?"

"Oh, damn, Patty," I said, "listen, I didn't mean anything by looking in your bag. I was just joking around.... you know, like you were in that first store with the saleslady and the panties. Did I hurt your feelings?"

"Paul, it was going to be a surprise for you." Patty explained. "I thought we could play dress up, and.... I also got some Baby Dolls for us." 

I looked down in the bag and there were several girl's nylon Baby Doll sets, and two packages of different color rumba panties. Now it was my turn to feel bad; I could have almost strangled myself. I'm sure she came up with this idea after hearing the part of my story where my Mom was going to dress me up as Sissy, and she was just trying to recreate that with me. 

"That's so sweet," I replied, "you were going to surprise me and dress us up together? Like my Mom did?" She nodded her head up and down and wiped a lone tear away from her cheek with her hand. 

"We still can," I said, "and you can still surprise me. I promise I won't ever snoop again and you can surprise me when I'm not expecting it. Is that alright?"

"And you promise you'll play along and do whatever I say?" She asked.

"Absolutely. You have my word on that." I answered.

Patty seemed satisfied, but I was still upset with myself for being so thoughtless. As she started to gather up all our bags, she pulled me around so I was facing her and said, "Since you were bad, though, you're going to have to have a spanking -- just like a bad little girl."

I grinned and she grinned back. "Sure," I said, "I probably have it coming after being a snoop. I'm surprised you haven't already turned me over your knee and spanked my butt right here." 

"We'll take care of that when we have our little dress up party," Patty replied, "you can count on that, you Naughty Boy."

I felt like I made some points back because Patty grasped my hand and interlaced her fingers into mine and we walked through the mall toward the exit close to where we parked. On the way, we passed another kid's store where they had a window display of girl's party dresses. Patty pulled me to a halt in front of the store window and whispered to me, "You'd look so cute in one of those, don't you think? Especially with it pulled up over your butt getting your spanking."

The party dress she was referring to was a far cry from the way Mom dressed me that day in her room, but Patty didn't know that. Mom had picked out some of Sissy's clothes she knew would fit me, and I looked more like a teenaged slut than a little girl. But, Patty studied the dresses on display with an intensity that told me she was cooking something up in her head, and I couldn't deny the fact that it was causing me to get excited again. I made a silent pledge to myself not to do anything to derail whatever plans she might make for her dress up party, and when or if it happens, I was going to let her have her fun.

Shortly, we arrived at the car and put all the bags in the trunk. I opened the car door for her, but before she got in, she put her arms around my waist and hugged me. "I've had such a good time with you today, Paul." Patty sighed. 

Her eyes were searching my face for a reaction, and the way she looked at me almost stopped my heart. I wanted to say something meaningful to her, to let her know I felt the same, but before I could say something, she added, "And I forgive you for being bad and ruining my surprise, but, you're still going to be punished."

"The way I'm feeling about you right now, you could do almost anything you wanted to me and I'd love it," I replied, "dress me up, spank me.... whatever. I can't think of anything I wouldn't do for you, Patty." 

We stood together, just hugging -- standing right there by the side of the car. People driving up and down the parking lot looking for a place to park looked at us as they drove by, but we didn't care. The feeling that came over me was one of satisfaction and completeness. It was a feeling I'd longed for my entire life.

Continued in the next chapter.



Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 05



Warning: This is the fifth chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a "Quick Read", but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure. 

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I took Patty to a restaurant I know of down in the Bottoms. It's small and cozy - perfect for what I hoped was going to be a nice romantic dinner. The place wasn't busy at all and we were seated right away. When the waiter arrived with our menus, I noticed he stood on Patty's side of the booth to tell us about the daily specials. Watching him closely, I could see him moving from side to side and glancing at Patty as he spoke. I noticed the subtle movements and the way his eyes scanned Patty, and from experience, I knew he was he trying to positioning himself to look down Patty's top.

At first, I was jealous, but then I started getting a hardon thinking about her exposing herself. When Patty hunched her shoulders forward and leaned in closer to the menu, this guy's eyes just about bugged out of his head. From across the table, I could clearly see a big gap in the front of Patty's shirt and I knew this waiter was able to see my girl's tiny, perfect breastlings. 

After he left us to think about what we wanted to eat, I whispered across the table to Patty. "Do you know you just gave that guy a look at your boobs?" I asked.

She didn't even look up from her menu. "Uh huh." Patty answered, nodding her head up and down. Then lifting her head up, she asked, "Have you decided what you're going to have to eat?"

I had to think about why she wasn't acknowledging my question about our voyeuristic waiter. I felt a snugness in my pants and faced the fact what I'd just seen was making me hard. Damn hard. What a struggle that was for me - knowing that Patty was intentionally exposing herself while she was out with me. And, it was turning me on. Actually, I didn't really blame the waiter once I thought about it. If she was going to flash her boobs, why not look? She's cute. She's sexy. She's braless and has the sweetest little breasts anyone could ever want to see.

When the waiter came back to take our orders, he again stood on Patty's side of the booth and again, she pushed one of her shoulders forward and I noticed he took several peeks at Patty as he wrote our order down on his small notepad. She was definitely a master at this, probably honing her exhibitionist skills with years of practice – doing almost exactly what she did with me the day I met her at the airport.

When he left, she reached over and patted my hand. "You don't mind if I tease him a little do you?" Patty asked. 

I felt my cock throb when I heard that. Now I knew for sure she was exposing herself on purpose. "You know," I answered, "he's gonna be coming back to check on us a lot while we're here. We won't have time to talk about any of the stuff I told you about at the coffee shop."

"That might also be because he can see my panties, too." She replied softly so she wouldn't alarm anyone around us. I glanced under the table quickly to see that Patty's skirt was pulled up, and even though it wasn't around her hips like it was at the coffee shop, she was definitely showing her panties off, too. I'm sure he could at least see her panty covered mound, and with those perfectly white satin panties on, he wouldn't have to try very hard to see it.

"Want me to pull my skirt down so he can't see?" Patty asked.

"No. It's kind of a turn on," I answered, "knowing you're sitting there with your panties and boobs on display. I'm just sorry I can't see myself."

"Well, I haven't seen much of what you have today, you know." Patty replied. "But, I hope that will change soon enough." Patty giggled for a minute as she held my hand across the table. We both knew what she referring to; my first time as an exhibitionist. She still hadn't given me a clue what was going to happen tonight, and one thing I'd learned since I met her – things were not always as they seemed. 

Soon the waiter came back and when he did, my A-cup angel made sure he got another eyeful. I sat there and tried to act like I didn't know what was going on and watched Patty tease him all evening. We made small talk though dinner, talking about those things you always talk about with a new girlfriend or boyfriend, and while it would seem like meaningless conversation to most people, for me, I didn't really care what we talked about, I was just happy to be with her. Someone else might say I was the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on the planet meeting her like I did - with her propensity to show her body off and the sexual roller coaster we'd already been on, but to tell you the truth, man – I was really starting to like her. Okay, more than that..... I was starting to feel like she could be THE one. 

As we finished dinner, the bill came and I picked it up immediately and placed my credit card inside the small black folder and set it on the edge of the table. When I saw the waiter coming to get it, I intentionally excused myself for a minute, telling Patty I needed to go to the restroom. Looking back over my shoulder toward the table, I could see the waiter standing on Patty's side and they were talking. Patty's arms were stretched out across the table and she was leaning over a little, which told me she was giving him the "Now's your chance, look all you want" treatment.

When I got to the door of the restroom, I looked back at them again, and he was still there. I spent a lot longer in the restroom than I would normally spend. Every guy knows you can't pee with a hard-on, so I stood at the urinal for a good four or five minutes just waiting for my cock to go soft enough so I could pee. Finally, I resorted to thinking about the building plans for the new office building and that did the trick; instant soft-on. 

While I was washing my hands, I though about the panty and boob show Patty was giving the waiter when I came into the restroom and wondered if he would still be there when I came out. Surely, after this long, he'd picked up my credit card and gone to resolve our bill. But, when I came out of the restroom, he was still there and he was leaning down over the table on his elbows and his face couldn't have been more than two feet from Patty's lovely A-cups. Her nipples were probably poking out and she was treating letting him to a nice, long look. Almost in an instant, I was hard again. 

On the way back, I snaked my way through the restaurant so neither of them would see me approaching. When I got close, I stepped up to his left side and looked down into Patty's side of the booth. Sure enough, my angel's skirt was now pulled up to her hips and she was sitting with one leg tucked under her. The resultant view was that her legs were spread to the point the waiter knew, without a shadow of a doubt, Patty was deliberately flashing him. I couldn't believe how hard I was. 

Seeing me suddenly appear next to him, the waiter straightened up and looked at me with a frightened look in his eye. Pretending I hadn't seen a thing, I walked behind him and sat down in my side of the booth. That poor waiter picked up my credit card and left quicker than you can believe. Even Patty giggled when he scampered off so quickly. 

"Paul, I don't know exactly what you're thinking right now about the way I was showing off, but if you want me to stop doing things like this, I will." Patty said with a very sincere look on her face. 

"I have to say it's a huge turn on for me, Patty." I replied. "But, I don't want anyone seeing you do that stuff and think they can have you. This world is full of assholes, you know."

Then as I thought about it, I added, "What about this..... showing off when you're with me is fine as long as we don't get into any trouble or get arrested. When you're out somewhere and you're not with me, I would prefer you didn't. You never know what could happen..... you're a cute girl, you know."

"That works for me, Naughty Boy." She said. "I've got a feeling we'll be spending so much time together from now on, I'll probably never be anywhere with anyone else. Well, except for Daddy I mean, and he's seen me naked plenty of times."

"No shit?" I asked. "Your father has seen you naked?"

"Of course." Patty answered. "He's my daddy. You told me in the coffee shop your mother has seen you naked..... she even saw you play with yourself and gave you a blowjob. Remember?"

"You gotta forgive me for asking this," I replied, "but, how long ago was the last time your Dad saw you naked? I mean totally bare with no way to cover yourself or hide?"

"Hmm." Patty thought, looking up and squinting her eyes like she was trying to pinpoint the exact date and time. Then all of a sudden, she snapped her gaze back to me and asked, "Well.... what time is it now?"

Out of habit, and not really thinking about the way she answered my question, I instinctively looked at my watch and said, "Almost 8:30."

"Well," Patty mused, "I would say it's been at least a few hours since....." Then Patty looked at me with shock on her face. "No, kidding? It's really 8:30?"

"Yes. It's exactly 8:29 right now." I answered. 

"Oh, Damn!" Patty said. "We really have to get out of here. There's one more store I absolutely need to get to and I think they close at 9:00 tonight. Do you mind if we go?"

"No, not at all." I replied. We hurried out to the car and she told me the cross streets where the store was located. On the drive over there, we held hands and she thanked me for dinner and said, "Paul, I don't know when I've had a more enjoyable day. Thank you. This day has been incredible."

In return, I pulled her hand to my lips and I kissed it. "Me, too, Patty," I answered, "I feel the same way."

It took us twenty minutes to get to the last store she wanted to go to – one of those stores that specializes in accessories and stuff like that. Things like hair bows, earrings, ribbons, purses, T-shirts, wallets, belts – that kind of stuff. As we walked in, there were probably six to eight other customers in there so I knew they wouldn't immediately close up on us and Patty would have time to get what she was looking for.

Patty stopped at a rack that had some peasant shirts she was interested in. She picked up one and held it up to herself. Then putting it back and finding another, she took my hand and said, "Come on, I'm going to try this on."

Pulling me down the aisles, we twisted and turned our way to where the changing rooms were. I was seriously excited – maybe I was finally going to see her bare breasted.... something I'd wished for since that day at the airport. I was dying to see her standing in front of me so I could study her closely and see her breastbuds clearly. To my dismay, there was a big sign posted outside the changing rooms that read "One Person – 3 Articles of Clothing Maximum".

Patty blew right by that sign, pulling me behind her. When we got a few steps closer, I stopped and pointed to the sign. "Come on, silly," she said, "it's just one shirt. They don't mind," she continued, "I've been coming here for five years..... I know the owners."

Looking toward the counter, a man and a woman were busy talking to one of the customers, and since no one seemed to be looking, I followed Patty into the changing room.

Closing the door and hanging the peasant shirt up on the hook attached to the back of the door, Patty turned to me and with a huge smile on her face she said, "Okay, this is it. Take all your clothes off for me." 

Startled, I looked at her without moving. "Naughty Boy, this is your fantasy come true. Take your clothes off." She said again.

It wasn't like I forgot the conversation we had in the car about exposing myself, but, I thought we came here so she could buy a shirt.

"Paul," she said urgently, "all those people out there are here for your fantasy. I went to a lot of trouble to get this set up for you. You don't need to worry about anything..... this store closed at 5:00 PM today. Like I said, I know the owners and everyone here was invited to see you naked."

Patty reached for my shirt and started to unbutton it. "Come on," she urged, "get undressed. Don't think about it, just do it. Take your clothes off. Trust me, it'll be a lot easier your first time if you just strip down quickly and let me take you out there."

Shocked, and completely unable to stop her, Patty unbuttoned my shirt, slipped it off my shoulders, folded it up quickly and tossed it on the seat in the changing room. She stood back and looked for a second at the thin, white bra I was wearing, and then her hands went to my jeans and popped open the button and pulled the zipper down. I watched as she knelt down and pulled both my shoes off. 

Standing up, she told me to take off my pants. "Don't think about it and don't worry, Naughty Boy." Patty told me, again. "Just do what I tell you. I'm going to be right there with you the whole time...... I promise I won't leave your side. It's going to be such a thrill for you, I promise. Come on. Hurry!"

Patty pushed my jeans down and gasped when she saw the white bridal panties again. Any other time, I'm sure I would have had a hard-on, but I was racked with fear and my cock was as soft as it gets. But, with my jeans down to my knees, Patty stood to the side of me and rubbed my ruffle pantied butt with one hand, and cupped my cock and balls in her other hand. "I could just eat you up," Patty said, "but there will be time for that later. You look so hot dressed like that. But right now, everyone's waiting to see you naked."

Patty bent down and pushed my jeans to my ankles and then telling me to lift my foot, pulled one leg of my jeans off and then the other. I felt foolish standing there like that – white bra and panties, simmering somewhere between embarrassment and humiliation. But, Patty was firmly in control and in just a matter of seconds, she had me stripped down to this. 

She reached up and pulled the straps of the bra down my arms and then very carefully slipped her fingers under the front of the bra and began to work it down my body. When it was at my waist, she hooked her thumbs into both sides at my hips and rocked the bra down over my panties and told me to step out of it. "You're going to have to be careful getting that thing on and off." She warned me. "Remember, there's no snap or clasp."

Turning me to look into the full length mirror in the changing room, Patty stood to my side and smiled. Although the bra wasn't tight on me, it left some marks on my chest that clearly looked like the outline of a bra. "Those lines will go away pretty quickly." She assured me. "No one's going to be looking at your chest, anyway." 

"Initially," she continued, "I was going to take you out there like this, dressed in your cute little panties with the fashionable ruffles, and make you take them off in front of everyone. But, after hearing what your Mom said to you that day in her bedroom, I've just been dying to say this..."

Then my A-Cup angel stood in front of me and looked up into my eyes. She kissed me and told me to be brave. Then pausing for a second, she said, "I'm going to take your panties down now so I can see your penis. Is that okay?"

Her words instantly reverberated in my mind and I can vividly remember hearing my Mom ask me that exact same question years ago. And just as I answered my Mom, I answered "Yes" to Patty, knowing full well that when I did, I was giving Patty my blessing for everything she was doing now, and what she was about to do. 

Ceremoniously, Patty kneeled before me and put one hand on each of my hips. Then looking up at me, she leaned in and kissed the bulge inside my panties and started to pull them down slowly. Little by little she pulled those panties down. First, to my pubic hair and then as she continued to pull, the base of my cock came into sight and then as she pulled some more, my soft cock flopped out, hanging precariously over the waistband of the white panties. 

Patty stood up and moved behind me, leaving my panties at the top of my thighs. Wrapping her arms around my waist, she was looking at my full length reflection in the mirror. I could see her eyes moving back and forth between my penis and my face. "Oh, Paul," she moaned, "you ARE big down there." Knowing full well that I'm just average in length, I took her comment to mean she wasn't disappointed. "I can't wait to see you hard, Naughty Boy."

Then she quickly bent down in front of me and pulled the panties all the way down and I stepped out of them. Tossing my ruffled panties on the seat along with my shirt, jeans and bra, Patty reached up to kiss me one more time and then the next thing I knew, she was reaching for the door knob and was pulling me out of the changing room.

I can't tell you the amount of shock and panic that went through my mind the first one or two seconds after we came out of that room. My eyes scanned the interior of the store, and I was looking for people that had already seen me. But, Patty had a plan of her own, and she led me by the hand for several seconds until we stopped about ten feet away from the cash register counter in a little alcove, about eight feet deep - set up with two or three turnstiles full of sunglasses and a lot of mirrors. It was the perfect place for Patty to expose me – the mirrors would provide a full 360 degree view of my body and the sides of the alcove would shield me in case someone looked in from outside the store. Patty, true to her word, stood right next to me holding my hand. 

The man and woman behind the counter stopped what they were doing and looked up. I expected them to be in total shock, but they weren't. The woman shuffled next to the man and they both looked at me and smiled. In the next few seconds, the rest of the people in the store were right on top of us, making a small semi-circle in front of the alcove and they were all looking at my nakedness. I could see them checking me out, from head to toe and lingering when their eyes came to rest on my crotch.

"Thank you all for coming." Patty said, as if she was addressing a formal luncheon. "This is my boyfriend, Paul, and this is his first time being exposed in front of someone. I asked all of you to come because I knew I could trust you to help make this a safe and memorable evening for Paul."

Patty paused for a moment and then to my utter shock, she told them, "He's always had a fantasy of exposing himself, but he's been too chicken to do it. So with your help, I thought we could grant him his fantasy and make this one of the best nights of his life."

"So, please," she continued, "come look all you want." As she said it, Patty reached over and placed her open palm under my balls and lifted them, as if she was offering my penis and testicles to the group as a gift. 

A middle aged woman, about my mother's age, pushed forward and held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Angie. Nice to meet you, Paul. Can I, uh...... touch?" Angie asked.

"Help yourself," Patty answered for me, adding, "any of you.... feel free to come look and touch."

My heart was thumping a million times a minute and as people started to step forward, I started to get a faint feeling. Patty was still standing next to me, but she had wrapped her arm around my waist and was watching closely as Angie reached down to grasp my soft penis in her hand. I don't even remember how it felt, probably because I was in shock to some degree, but when the woman said, "He's got a nice cock, Patricia" whatever it was that was keeping me soft vanished and I started to get hard.




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 05



"Oooh," Angie said, looking at Patty, "he's starting to respond." It was true. I didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing, but I was getting longer, thicker and harder.

Angie let go of my cock and put her hand on my chest and moved her fingers to one of my nipples, flicking it lightly. Then, tracing the bra marks across my chest with her finger, she leaned in close to Patty. "You've already put him in a bra?" She whispered, very quietly. "You should bring him to visit me sometime. You won't regret it."

Angie took a step back and looked at me from head to toe. Speaking again to Patty she said, "He's beautiful, my dear." Then turning to me she said, "You're a very lucky young man, Paul." I felt Patty rub my back as if she was acknowledging Angie's words to both of us. As Angie turned and rejoined the others, I wondered what Angie meant when she suggested Patty bring me to visit her.

I watched as a man and a woman came forward next. The woman knelt down in front of me and reached out to hold my cock. The man who stood next to her watched for a few seconds, and then surprisingly, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. The woman in front of me immediately turned her head and took the man's cock in her mouth, but didn't let go of mine. 

The man extended his hand and said, "I'm Rob and this is Heather." I shook Rob's hand and watched as Heather's mouth gobbled up his hardening cock. "Heather's very submissive," Rob said, "and she loves everything to do with cock. She'll be especially hot tonight after seeing yours, Paul. She'll do absolutely anything I ask. Won't you, Heather?"

Heather pulled off his cock and answered, "Yes, Sir."

"Heather, I'd like to see you suck our new friend, please." Rob told her.

Heather immediately withdrew from his cock and started to bend toward mine. But, Patty put her hand over the head of my cock and said, "No, Rob, this is mine."

I could see Heather look up at Rob. Rob put his hand on Heather's head and gently pulled her back, saying, "Stand up, Heather." When she did, Rob unbuttoned Heather's shirt, opened it up and pulled it off her, exposing her breasts and the nipple piercings through Heather's long nipples. Rob turned to Patty and said, "Some other time, perhaps. I'll leave the offer open."

As Rob pulled Heather back to the semi-circle of people, he told her not to cover herself and pushed her down to her knees and told her to suck him again. I watched as she did just that. While Heather continued her suck job on Rob, Patty's hand came in front of me and began to stroke my cock. 

Over the next several minutes, all the onlookers came up to us and introduced themselves to me, shaking hands and talking for a minute or two with Patty and I. They all knew Patty and as this went on, Patty either stroked my now hard cock, or she let them touch and stroke me, too. Finally, the man and woman behind the counter came forward and introduced themselves, believe it or not – Fred and Wilma (yes, as in the cartoon from years ago). I almost burst out laughing, but after the man shook my hand and reached down to grasp my hard cock, laughter was the last thing on my mind. 

I made an effort to stand there quietly and let him feel me. Patty stood next to me the whole time and never made a move to stop him. In fact, when Wilma said something to Patty about how nice this little surprise turned out for me, Patty carried on a conversation with her for a good minute or two while Fred squeezed and stroked my cock. I'm almost afraid to admit it felt good, not that it didn't feel good when Patty and the other women were touching me, but, Fred obviously knew what he was doing and I got the distinct impression this wasn't his first, or for that matter, not even his second or third time with a cock in his hand. 

When Patty and Wilma stopped talking, Wilma pulled Fred back a few steps and told him to drop his pants. "Just like Heather," Wilma said, "Fred is a submissive. He likes to be told what to do and humiliated, don't you Fred?"

Fred dropped his head and looked down to his shoes. Then, without being told again, Fred unlatched his belt and his trousers dropped to the floor. I could hear keys jingle as they hit, but the most surprising thing was the transparent yellow thong Fred was wearing. "Come on," Wilma said, "you know the drill. Take it out and play with it. I want you to show everyone, and especially our guest of honor, what a nice little dickie you have and how you can make it squirt."

I stared as Fred reached into his panties and pulled out a rather small cock. It was hard, but even hard it was only about four inches long. He started to pull on it, and as he did, Wilma said, "Look at Paul's man-cock while you do it, Fred. I want you to see what a real cock looks like."

I felt sorry for him, being humiliated like that in front of so many people and when I looked at Patty with a questioning gaze, she shook her head slightly and stood up on her tiptoes and leaned toward me. "Please don't interfere." Patty whispered very softly. 

I took stock of the people standing around me looking at my straining cock in Patty's hand. They were all normal looking people in every respect, and if I would have seen any of them on the street, I would never have imagined them to be so kinky. But they were all here and they were all looking at me. Even Heather, who was still sucking Rob's cock, had her eyes turned and was looking at my throbbing cock. 

"Paul," Patty said, loud enough to get everyone's attention, "before you can say you're actually an exhibitionist, you have to masturbate yourself in front of someone." Then Patty let go of my cock and reached down to take my hand. Holding it up to her lips and tenderly licking each of my fingers, she placed my hand on my cock and said, "Go ahead."

I was seriously hard, and my cock had already been leaking precum all over Patty's hand and now it was starting to spread on my own. They were all watching me, not my face or my eyes; they were all watching me hold my cock. I finally started to stoke myself, slowly at first, and when I got into a rhythm, I heard Heather start to slurp a little more veraciously on Rob's cock, and Fred's stroking seemed to pick up speed, too. I began to worry that I might not be able to cum with so many distractions and so many people watching me. Realizing what an embarrassment that would be to Patty, I silently wished for a miracle so I could stay hard and cum quickly for my audience.

Amazingly enough, my wish was answered and I got my miracle. I felt Patty pull her arm from around me and when I looked her way, I saw her reaching up under her skirt. Then, like an angel to my rescue, she elegantly pulled her panties down and carefully stepped out of them. 

"This ought to speed things up." Patty whispered as she moved around to my left side and held her panties up to my nose. There was an audible and collective gasp from the crowd as I took my first deep sniff of the panties she'd been wearing not more twenty seconds earlier. They were warm and they were wet, and I felt incredibly nasty sniffing her panties in front of them as I beat my meat.

It was like getting a shot of adrenalin. Without even having to think about it, the speed of my stroking automatically increased and with each breath, her feminine aroma created an urgency in me that I knew would escalate to an eruption of massive proportions. 

I looked quickly at the onlookers and they were all staring at me, watching me sniff Patty's panties. Even Heather, who'd stopped sucking Rob, was watching me inhale deeply, time after time as I jerked myself off. Angie had one hand inside her blouse and another hand up her skirt. Ironically, Fred and I got into sync with our stroking and every time I slowed, he slowed and every time I sped up, he sped up, too.

"Come on, Naughty Boy," Patty encouraged me, "everyone wants to see you cum. This is what you wanted, isn't it? Look at them watching you sniff my panties. What a nasty boy you are for exposing yourself like this and masturbating in public. Shoot your cum, Baby.... whenever you're ready, just let it fly." 

After a second, Patty adjusted her panties over my nose so the biggest wet spot covered both my nostrils tightly and I took a deep sniff. "Yeah, Baby," Patty taunted, "you're getting close now aren't you?"

About that time, poor Fred had as much as he could stand and as he moaned, he unleashed a stream of cum that was very impressive for the size of cock. Wilma wasn't watching him, though, she was watching me – they all were watching me.

I started to groan, and when I did, they all moved in a step or two closer, and by this time, I had a semi-circle surrounding me only four or five feet away. I was lost to the feeling in my cock, and all their faces became a blur and then it happened..... I involuntarily spread my feet apart to get a steadier stance, jutted my pelvis out and the initial tightening, signaling the beginning of my ejaculation, spread throughout my cock.

"Oh, Shit!" I exclaimed, as the first stream of cum spewed forth. A glob hit Wilma on her leg and then each contraction of my cock sent a stream of cum through the air in all directions. I was pulling my cock so fast, the whiplash effect caused cum to fly up on my chest and on Patty, too.

"That's it, Baby," Patty chanted, "let it go. Stroke that big cock for me and shoot your cum all over us." Patty's words were like an addicting drug, edging me on and I shuddered time after time flinging ropes of cum out from my throbbing cock. This went on for probably a good thirty seconds and I was amazed at the duration and strength of my climax. It was, without question, the strongest and most powerful orgasm I'd experienced in a long, long time.

Twenty seconds later, I was spent. I was huffing and puffing and I got so dizzy, I stumbled. Thankfully, Patty was there to hold me up and as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed my heaving chest, the crowd she'd gathered to watch my exhibitionistic debut began to clap and cheer.

I closed my eyes to try to concentrate on catching my breath and after a minute, I opened my eyes to see they were all smiling and watching Patty hug me. Shuffling my feet closer together so I could stand easier, Patty looked up to me and pulled my head down to kiss her lips. We kissed long and hard and as I hugged her to me, my hands fell down to her butt. As we kissed more, I inadvertently must have pulled her skirt up, and since she'd taken her panties off to give to me, everyone in the group was looking at her bare butt. Everyone but me. 

When our kiss was finished, Patty smoothed her skirt down before I could get a look at her, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by me. Then, as we separated, everyone that was there came up to us in one big crowd and congratulated me, even going as far as to shake my hand – the same hand I had just used to make myself cum. Even Fred, who had stepped out of his trousers, was next to me saying, "Good Job" as I felt his small cock flop against my thigh as he put his arm around my shoulder. 

Patty was beaming – smiling and giddy, absolutely overjoyed with my performance. She had every reason to be happy, too, because I would have never done this without her help. She took it upon herself to make it all happen, and it worked out wonderfully. The experience was nothing less than terrifying, exhilarating, petrifying and thrilling – all at the same time. 

After all the congratulations were said, the onlookers started to leave and soon Patty and I were the only ones left there with the exception of Fred and Wilma, who owned the store. I didn't realize it was so late, but, the clock behind the counter said 10:42 and I knew it was time for us to be going, too.

"Guess I better get dressed." I said. "Yeah," Patty agreed, "I need to get my panties back on, too." I thought this was going to be my chance to see her pussy and when I turned to watch, she said, "Let's go back in the changing room."

Patty took my hand and we walked together, side by side, through the aisles of the store to the changing room where we'd left my clothes. When we got there, Patty didn't bother closing the door as she flew into my arms and kissed me hard. "How was it?" She asked.

"Totally mind blowing..... a complete rush of thrill and excitement." I replied.

"Didn't I tell you it would be, Naughty Boy?" She asked, so excited she could barely keep still.

"Thanks, Patty." I answered. "This was wonderful." I pulled her into me and we hugged in silence, perfectly content to just hold each other. After another minute, though, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It was Wilma, standing outside the changing room and it looked like she was patiently waiting for our hug to be over so she could interrupt us.

"Patty," I whispered, "Wilma's out there...."

Patty pulled away from me and peeked around through the door opening. She turned back to me and held up her finger as if she was telling me she'd be back in a minute. I nodded my head and Patty stepped out and around the corner. 

I turned to look at myself in the mirrors. Man, what a mess I was. I had little globs of cum all over me – on my chest, arms, legs and I was covered with a shiny sheen of sweat. Plus, the remnants of my orgasm were dripping from my cock which was shiny and slimy from my bodacious cum.

Patty came back in and stood next to me, looking in the mirror. "Hey," she said, "can I ask you something?"

"Are you kidding?" I answered. "You can ask me absolutely anything."

"Well, I was wondering if you could do me a little favor. Actually," she continued, "it might not be that little."

The look on her face was tentative and I could sense Patty was unsure of herself. "It's just that I've known Fred and Wilma a long time," she explained, "and I really owe them for helping me get this all set up for you...... without them, none of this would have happened."

"I understand, Patty. What's up?" I asked.

Patty explained to me about Fred being a submissive and how he gets all his sexual gratification being led by someone who's more dominant than he is. She went on to tell me that the next step in his submissiveness training was to demonstrate his devotion to Wilma. Specifically, Wilma wanted him to prove his dedication tonight by "Cleaning" my cock after my enormous cum. 

"I've read about things like this on the internet," I said to Patty, "maybe she's trying to make him into one of those 'cuckold's', or something."

"I don't know about that," Patty answered, "but, I know they play with strap-ons and he dresses like a woman at home. They both are into that kind of stuff, but, this is the first time she's wanted him to do something orally to another man. She's told me about other things she's made him do..... and, I've seen some of those things, myself."

"Are you kidding me?" I replied.

"Oh, no." Patty answered. "I've seen him undress a man and then stroke the guy until he was hard. Then he put that man's cock into Wilma and watched them have sex."

"You saw that?" I asked?

"Paul, those two are my friends." She explained. "I was honored to be invited to watch. It was a milestone in his training and she wanted me there."

"So," I asked, "what exactly does she want him to do now?"

Patty told me he needs to do it in front of his wife. "It's kind of a test," Patty answered, "he can't go to the next stage of his training until he's put a real cock in his mouth." So, the question to me was, would it be okay if Wilma brought Fred into the changing room and made him "Clean" my cock under Wilma's watchful eye. 

Patty told me I wasn't under any obligation to do this. She told me it was never part of the plan, but, apparently Wilma had seen the way my cock was dripping after my cum, and since everyone had already left, she thought there would be no harm in asking. And, Patty added "Definitely no hard feelings if I wasn't interested."

"What do you think?" I asked Patty.

"It's up to you, Baby." She answered.

"Would you like to see that?" I asked. "Would it turn you on to see him sucking me?"

"Well, yeah, of course it would," Patty said, "but I don't want you to feel you have to do it for me.... or her, or anyone. It has to be your decision. It has to be something you want to do."

"I see." I replied. "Have you ever seen a man suck another man's cock?" I asked Patty.

"Just in porn movies and on the internet." She answered softly. "Never in real life. But, I'd like to, if that's what you're asking. I'm not going to lie and say it doesn't turn me on to see two guys going at it." 

I told Patty I would do it. I think she was surprised that I gave in so easily and with so little discussion, but there were three things that drove my decision. First: I could tell Patty was really hoping I would do it. Second: I felt we owed something to Fred and Wilma since they set this all up for me. Third: Like almost every other man alive, I've had my share of bi-curious thoughts. Patty's request seemed like a reasonable way to address all three at one time and I could surreptitiously come to grips with some of my curiosity.

Patty looked at me curiously and then asked me if I was sure. "Absolutely," I answered, "But only if you're going to be there with me."

"Oh, I'll be there." Patty replied. "But, uh..... have you, you know..... done anything with a man before?" She asked in return.

"No," I told her, "I never have, but, I've always wondered about what it would be like."

"Ooohhh.... Now that really turns me on. You're naughtier than I thought, Naughty Boy. Can we talk more about this later?" She asked. "It makes me wet just thinking about it."

"Of course we can." I answered. "But, you better go get him before I change my mind."

Patty turned and left the changing room, returning with Wilma a half minute later. 

"Thank you, Paul." Wilma said. "I'm sorry to spring this on you at the last minute; I know you weren't expecting it. It will mean the world to Fred and I, though."  

"No problem at all. Where is he?" I asked.

"I'll go get him." Wilma said. "And please don't pay any attention to anything I say to him while he's doing this, okay? He needs to be humiliated, especially in front of females, and males with a bigger penis than his. It's all just talk...... to help him get into it. I really love Fred and I only say these things to turn him on."

"I understand," I replied, "I won't take any of it to heart, I promise."

After Wilma left, my A-Cup angel came to my side. She laid her head against my chest. "You were so wonderful out there tonight." Patty sighed. "You're just one surprise after another, Paul. Are you trying to make me fall in love with you, or something?" 

"And would that be so bad?" I asked, tilting her head up to kiss me.

Just then, Wilma appeared at the changing room door holding Fred's hand. He looked scared as hell. I don't know if it was because of what he was about to do, or because he was being made to do it. In any event, he was naked and he was shaking. I did notice his cock was hard again, though, and it was poking out ahead of him like a stiff finger.

"Go on," Wilma said, pushing Fred toward me, "get over there. Get on your knees and suck that cock clean!" 

As Fred stumbled toward me, he got down on his knees and looked up at my soft, dripping cock. "Fred," Wilma spoke again, "you know what you've got to do, and you better do a good job or you'll be spending the night with a whipped ass again."

Fred reached up with both hands and lifted my cock. He turned to look at his wife and Patty, then he opened his mouth and took my flaccid cock between his lips. "There you go," Wilma said kindly, "that's a good boy. Suck his man cock good and clean, Fred, just like you would if he'd fucked me. That's it..... clean his man cum up."




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 05



Patty's eyes were glued to Fred's mouth as he sucked and tongued me. She'd moved to the side so she could get a good view and from where she was, she had the best seat in the house to watch a man suck another man's dick.

Only one problem, though. I started to get hard. And, before I knew it, I had a full blown erection that Fred had to hold with one hand while he bobbed on the other end with his mouth. 

Patty and Wilma were completely blown away and I was, too. Honestly, Fred's suck job was feeling pretty good and that, along with the fact that I was still naked in front of Patty and Wilma, I couldn't help it – mother nature took over and I was as hard as steel.

Before too long, it was obvious that Fred had sucked me well enough to 'Clean' me. What he was doing now was clearly a blowjob and he didn't show any signs of letting up. I'd been looking down, watching Fred suck me, and I didn't see Wilma move behind Patty. They were both bug-eyed watching Fred suck my cock, but when I glanced up at the girls, Patty pulled her skirt up and Wilma's hands came in front of Patty's body and started to touch Patty between her legs.

Somewhere along the way, Patty had sneaked her panties back on, so I missed another chance to see her pussy. "Damn!" I cursed to myself, but watching the way Wilma was touching Patty and rubbing her on the outside of her panties, well.... it was damn hot. I've never seen any kind of girl on girl action in real life, so this turned up the excitement level for me quite a lot.

The vision before me was amazing. Patty was standing no more than three feet away from me, and she was leaning back against Wilma. Patty was holding her skirt way up now; up above her waist and Wilma's hands were roaming all over her – not only over her panties, but under her shirt, too. When Wilma's hand dipped down between Patty's legs, Patty spread her stance to give Wilma more room to touch. Patty let out a long, low moan while Wilma rubbed her fingers up and down Patty's mound. 

Fred pulled my cock out of his mouth and glanced over at the girls watch. "You little cocksucker!" Wilma yelled. "You better not be looking at another woman! I'll spank your ass every day for a month! Put that cock back in your mouth and finish what you started. You're not going to leave this room until you've swallowed a mouthful of his cum!"

Fred immediately turned around and put my cock back in his mouth. He was sucking for all he was worth now, and when Wilma saw Fred's renewed vigor, she plunged her hand down into Patty's panties. "Oh, God!" Patty exclaimed. "You're gonna make me cum..... you're gonna make me cum!"

It's a good thing Wilma was behind Patty, because Patty started to shake and she almost fell down when her orgasm took hold. Patty looked at me with beckoning eyes as she began a low guttural moan and began to buck against Wilma's hand deep inside her panties. Our eyes were locked together, just like we were in the car earlier..... and we dared each other to cum at the hands of our congenial hosts. 

Patty's scream was the signal I needed, and as I watched her squirm against Wilma's forging fingers, I started to feel the first warnings of my own orgasm. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth soon." I warned.

"You better take all his cum, you cocksucker man." Wilma said to Fred. "If you pull off, I swear you'll have to suck a thousand cocks before you get back in my good graces."

Patty's orgasm was ending and she was slumped over in Wilma's arms looking at me through half closed eyes. When Wilma withdrew her hand from Patty's panties, I could see how wet her fingers were – glistening with the shiny juice that I'd smelled and tasted, but hadn't seen yet. But, what pushed my own excitement to the point of no return was when Wilma held her hand up to Patty's mouth and Patty began to suck her pussy juice from Wilma's fingers. That was it for me. 

I arched my back and let it go. Feeling every contraction and molecule of sperm as it traveled through the tip of my cock, I held Fred's head and started to fuck his mouth. Each thrust delivered another shot of my cum through his willing lips and following Wilma's instructions to the letter, he took all my cum.

I held him to my cock until the last trace of my climax was over and then I let go of his head. Patty and Wilma were watching, both of their eyes staring at Fred until he sat back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He turned to look at Wilma, who stepped away from Patty and held out her arms lovingly to him. "Come here." Wilma said softly.

Fred rose to his feet and stepped in front of his wife. "Swallow it." Wilma said to him. "Then you can have me..... you've earned my pussy tonight, Little Man. All you have to do is swallow his cum and you can have me."

I expected some kind of horrendous face as he forced himself to swallow my cum, but there wasn't any. He just swallowed and opened his mouth. Wilma looked in to check and seeing that he had, in fact, followed her directions, they melted together in a warm and sloppy kiss, falling against the wall in the changing room as they hugged and kissed each other.

I felt Patty poke me in the side and when I turned around, she had all my clothes in her arms and was motioning for me to follow her. I stepped outside the changing room and Patty tossed me my panties and said, "Get dressed so we can give them some time alone." 

After I put my panties on, Patty pulled me around the corner and into one of the store aisles and handed me my bra and shirt. "They're going to fuck now, I'm sure," she whispered, "he can only get it up when he's been humiliated like that, but he usually doesn't last long. Let's get dressed and get out of here so maybe he'll be able to keep it hard enough for her to get some."

"How do you know all this?" I whispered back, trying to get my pants on.

"I'll tell you all about them later." Patty replied. "Hurry up." 

I was putting my clothes on faster than I ever had. I was surprised Patty hadn't said anything about seeing me with another man. For that matter, I was surprised I wasn't having some kind of guilt or shame about it, myself! But as I scurried to get dressed, I looked at her and she was smiling at me struggling to get the bra up over my waist. "You need some practice doing that." She said quietly. "We'll work on it tomorrow." 

When I was dressed, she took me by the hand and led me to the door and out of the store. When we got to my car, she leaned up against my cum stained door as she put her hands to her cheeks and shook her head. "I can't believe this day." She said. "I can't believe all the things we've done. I can't believe I just saw Fred suck your cock and I can't believe I let you watch Wilma make me cum! I can't believe any of it."

I knew exactly how she felt. 

Continued in the next chapter.



Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 06



Warning: This is the sixth chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a "Quick Read", but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure. 

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"Thank you." I said to Patty, reaching out to gently run my hand up and down her arm, stroking her lovingly. She was still leaning against the car as we stood outside Fred and Wilma's store.

"For what?" She answered, as she stood up to move into an embrace with me.

"Well, for everything," I replied, reaching out to hold her hands in mine, "but mostly for proving to me I had a set of balls."

Patty looked at me weird. "Huh?" She said.

"For years," I began, "I've been deathly afraid to face the reality of my desires..... everything from wearing panties to exposing myself. I was so guarded; so unwilling to think there was someone who could accept these things about me. Patty, just meeting you and being with you -- I want you to know I feel much stronger now, more confident and incredibly happy. You're the reason I feel this way and I'll never forget that."

Patty slid her hands up my chest and I curled my arms around her and we embraced for a few minutes. There was no one around us -- the parking lot was completely empty and the only sounds we could hear were coming from the few cars on the street as they went by. The desolate surroundings made the beating of my heart seem loud and as Patty laid her head against my chest, I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed holding her.

"I can feel your heart beating." Patty said as she snuggled closer into me.

"I don't know when I've ever felt this content." I said. "Does that scare you?"

"No," Patty answered, "I feel it too, Paul. The scary part for me is that I don't want it to end."

I knew exactly what she meant. I didn't need to ask her to explain it or clarify it. I knew. I stood there holding her and it was like we were one being -- one entity - sharing a common consciousness. After another couple of minutes, I felt her move in my arms and I released my hug and leaned back to give her some room. Looking up at me, my A-Cup angel gave me the sweetest smile and asked, "Would you like to take my shirt off me?"

"Really?" I asked. "Right here?"

"Uh huh," Patty answered, nodding her head up and down, "Right here and right now."

So in one smooth motion, I reached down and pulled her shirt over her head and watched as she shook her hair free. 

"I know you've been waiting patiently all day long to see my flat chest. I've been such a tease, too, haven't I?" Patty confessed. "Here you go," she said striking a pose, "Flatty Patty in the flesh. The no-tit girl!"

She was so beautiful standing there without her shirt on. She stood proudly, with her little boobs finally out for me to see in all their glory. They were perfect and matched my life long dream of a woman's chest. It was as if someone carefully took my order and then engineered her chest especially for me. It sounds ridiculous, but it's like they implanted golf balls in the skin underneath her nipples and sewed her back up. I looked at her for a long time, and during that time, I realized that Patty was my once-in-a-lifetime girl -- truly my A-Cup angel . 

I stepped forward, reaching out to grasp her hands again. When our fingertips touched, I felt a surge deep inside my chest -- a 'thump-thump' emanating from my heart that seemed to take control of me. Still holding her hands, I lifted them around my neck and Patty automatically laced her fingers together while our lips moved closer and closer until they were barely touching.

Patty closed her eyes and parted her yielding lips waiting for me to kiss her, and I didn't disappoint my angel. Softly, I pressed my lips to hers and at the same time raised my hands to her breasts. Perfectly, just like some force of magnetism guided them, my hands arrived at the little tips of her brestlings. Carefully, as not to startle her, I held each of her breasts between my thumbs and first fingers and then as gently as I could, I explored her breasts, lightly squeezing and releasing around the small masses of breast tissue on her chest - trying to feel the extent of her boobs and where they stopped and started. 

When our kiss ended, we separated enough for me to look down into Patty's sparkling eyes. She closed them and moaned, "Hmm, I love the way you're touching me." 

Then, without opening her eyes, Patty said, "You know what you said before about how you thought no one would be able to accept you for the way you were, and how you felt confident and happy now because you'd met me?"

"I remember," I replied, "it's true."

"When you were saying that..... I mean, when you were speaking those words," she went on, "I was feeling the exact same thing about you."

"Oh, Patty..." I moaned.

She pulled me down to her and as we hugged, I turned my lips so I could kiss her neck. "Before tonight," she whispered as I cuddled into her, "I would have been ashamed to let a man see me with my shirt completely off. But, it's exactly like you said.... I feel like you want me just the way I am and that makes me feel confident and pretty, and Paul, I feel happy, too."

In response, I moved my fingers to her nipples and pinched them gently while I nibbled at her ear lobe. "It probably won't make sense to you," Patty continued, "but, letting someone look down my shirt is a lot different than letting someone see me bare-chested. I want you to look at my breasts, Paul, and I love the fact that you're so turned on by them. I've waited forever to feel this way." Patty moaned. "Daddy promised it would eventually happen."

There it was again.... another curious reference to her father. If I recalled correctly, she'd made a comment about her Dad keeping track of her panties, seeing her naked, and now, intimate things about her breasts. I wasn't troubled by any of it, especially because Patty reminded me earlier that my Mom had seen me naked, sucked me off, dressed me up and given me panties. I just thought it was curious, that's all, but I knew there was something more between her and her father. Maybe even a lot more. 

I could wait no longer to kiss and suck her lovely breasts. Slowly, I bent my head down and sucked one of her breastbuds into my mouth and I made love to it with my tongue, slobbering all over her chest. After a few minutes, I switched over to her other breast and did the same thing. Remembering what Patty said about being able to cum with just nipple stimulation, I brought my hands back up to her tiny nipples and took them between my fingertips. Applying gradual and even pressure, I started to pinch, and then release her nips as I kissed all around her chest, up to her neck and then back down to each breast. 

Not even thinking about what I was doing, I rose up and kissed Patty's lips as my fingers rolled her nipples between my fingertips. "Oooohhhh," Patty moaned, "that's really nice..... when you do it just like that." 

Breaking the kiss, I nuzzled her neck and started to place little kisses behind her ear and all around her cheek. All the while, my fingers kept rolling her nipples very gently. For a second, I blew softly around her ear and traced it with my tongue. I could feel her melting into my arms and it felt so good to see her respond like this.

"Oh, God, Paul....." She moaned. "I'm almost there.... so close....... keep doing that."

Returning to her neck, I blew warm air down the back of her neck and I could feel goose bumps rising on her skin as I did. "Oh, oh, oh, oh......." Patty groaned. "Baby, I'm gonna cum now."

It was true, she could orgasm with just nipple stimulation and I was extremely proud of myself that I'd been able to make her cum that way. I reflected back to a girlfriend I once had that could never orgasm -- at all -- no matter what I did. I could lick her pussy for hours -- until I got lock jaw from doing it, and she'd never cum. But I just made Patty cum by simply touching her breasts and kissing her neck. Talk about an ego booster.

It was getting late, and I'd promised Patty's father I would get her home at a decent hour, so I suggested we better get going. "Is it still okay if I come over tomorrow morning?" Patty asked.

"I'm looking forward to it." I answered, as I opened the car door for her. I handed her the shirt and she took it from me and tossed it in the back seat of the car. 

"Hey, want to take my skirt off me, too?" Patty asked.

"What?" I replied, taking another quick look around to see if there was anyone watching us, or any cars around.

"I was just thinking it might be fun to let you drive me home naked." Patty answered.

"Completely naked?" I asked. 

"Unless there's another kind of naked." Patty laughed. "You DO want to see me naked, don't you, Paul?"

"That would be incredible." I answered, stepping up to her and putting my hands on her skirt. Patty turned slightly so I could easily reach the button and zipper on her jean skirt, and in just another second, I had her skirt undone and slid it down her legs. 

Stepping out of her skirt, Patty stood before me in only her panties -- the same exact panties I was wearing. "I know you must have been frustrated in the store when I took my panties down and you weren't able to see anything, and then when I sneaked them back on, and you still hadn't been able to see, I could see the disappointment in your eyes. It was so sweet, Paul. But, I did all that because I wanted you to undress me the first time you saw me naked. That turns me on so much, Baby -- to be undressed by someone else.... I wanted you to do it."

So right there, standing next to my car in the parking lot of the store where Patty had just made me naked and let me live out my exhibitionist fantasy, I kneeled in front of her and put my hands on her hips. When I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, she started to speak. "Maybe it's a sign," Patty said, "the first time I fully exposed myself to someone else, it was in that store right there -- with Fred and Wilma helping me. And now, almost five years later, it's the same place where I exposed you for the first time, and now you going to expose me again, right here in the same place where it began for me."

"You've got to tell me that story, sometime." I replied as I started to pull her panties down. "I want to hear everything about that, and all about Fred and Wilma and that Angie woman, too."

"I see!" Patty said excitedly as she stopped me from pulling her panties down. "You're interested in Angie, are you? She's a Domme, you know, Naughty Boy. "

"A dominatrix? Like in that S&M stuff?" I asked. 

"Well, almost." Patty answered. "She actually specializes in cross-dressing, feminization, sissification, and punishment."

"Specializes?" I replied. "Isn't all that stuff pretty much the same?"

"She's been doing it for a long time." Patty said, giggling. "She's quite well known and respected...... and, no, those are all different, I can assure you. Even Fred's gone to her for training a few times. Maybe we should take her up on her offer and go out to her place sometime and look around. That is, if you're interested." 

"Right now," I said, "the only thing I'm interested in is getting you out of these panties."

When I started to tug on her panties again, Patty smiled and said, "I've been out to Angie's place before, and it's very unusual. I think you'd like it."

As I pulled her panties down, I got to the point where there should be pubic hair, and there wasn't any. Not only that, but there wasn't even a hair follicle, nub or any trace of stubble at all. I figured she must shave or have herself waxed, but as I continued to pull her panties down, I also noticed there were no tan lines, either. I kept pulling and didn't see any flaws or imperfections at all. Not one thing except perfect, creamy skin.

I kept pulling, knowing any second now I was going to start to see the top of her vagina, but I didn't see that, either. Finally, as I was about to wonder where her pussy was, I saw the beginning of her slit and then pulled her panties away from her body and looked down inside them. What I saw was the most amazing thing -- she had the tiniest pussy lips I've ever seen.

I pulled her panties down to the top of her thighs and looked at her closely. "I'm pretty small down there, too, Paul. I'm small all over." Patty said, as I looked between her legs. "See?"

Patty spread her legs as much as she could with her panties at her thighs. I bent down lower and looked up between her legs to see her better. The light from the store wasn't that good, but I could make out her labia and she was right, she was small alright, the smallest I'd ever seen. 

"I look like a little girl down there," Patty said, "except for one thing."

Patty asked me to pull her panties down and off, so I did. Then spreading her feet wider, she bent her knees a little and reached down with her hands to pull her pussy lips apart. There, at the top of her pussy, was the largest clitoris I'd ever seen. Okay, I've seen some pretty huge clits on the internet, but, with all the girls I'd dated, and all the clits I'd seen with my own eyes, none of them came close to the size of Patty's.

It poked out triumphantly with her lips pulled apart like they were. I couldn't see up past her inner lips because I couldn't wrench my head down that far, but I could see her clit remarkably well. It was easily as thick as my little finger and had to be at least a half inch long. 

"God, you're so beautiful," I said to her as I looked up her body into her eyes, "I'd love to just have you lay back and....."

Just then, we saw car lights shining around the side of the store, coming our way. "Shit!" Patty exclaimed as she jumped in the car and closed the door. With her skirt and panties in my hand, I ran over to my side of the car, opened the door and jumped in, myself. Just as I got the car started and was pulling out, a security guard vehicle came around the corner on patrol, driving through the parking lot. 

Laughing our heads off, I drove out to the main road and looked over at Patty. We were both laughing and I thought she might be uncomfortable in the car naked, but when I asked if she wanted me to reach into the back seat to get her shirt, she answered, "No, I don't mind riding around naked if you don't."

And I didn't. 

As we drove, I stole looks at her when it was safe to do so, and when Patty saw that I was trying to see her pussy better, she twisted in her seat as best she could to let me see. "Do you shave down there?" I asked.

"No way!" Patty replied. "I had these special permanent hair removal treatments. That new kind.... with the lasers," she explained, "I'll never have hair down there again as long as I live."

"Damn!" I answered, "I love a hairless pussy."

"So, I'm batting a thousand so far?" Patty asked, laughing.

I told her that in all seriousness, there was nothing I didn't love about her. "Better be careful with the 'Love' word, Paul." Patty warned me. "Don't forget, I'm a girl and I pay attention to that kind of talk."

When we got about six blocks from her house, I asked if she wanted to start getting dressed. "I don't want to pull up in front of your house with you naked in the car on our first date." I said. "Your Dad will have my ass for that."

Reaching into the back seat, I handed Patty her shirt and skirt. Holding her panties up, I asked, "Can I keep these?" 

"I'd love to let you have them," Patty replied, "but, if I come in without panties on, and Daddy finds out, I'll be in big, big trouble." 

"But," she added, "I'll bring them to you tomorrow morning. I promise."

Finally, I pulled into her driveway and slowed down as I approached the huge gate. Patty reached into her purse and pulled out a clicker, pointed it at the gate, pushed a button and the gate slowly opened for me. Driving toward the house, I asked her what time she wanted to come over in the morning.

"Early." She replied, grinning. "As early as possible."

I asked her why, and with a straight face she said she wanted to catch me with my morning erection. "What makes you think I'll have a morning erection after the workout I've had today?" I asked.

"All guys get morning wood, Paul." Patty answered. "How about 9:00 AM?"

"Does that mean you'll take care of me if I'm hard?" I inquired. 

"Well, duh!" Patty said. "What I'd really like is to wake you up and give you my special Sunday Morning Rise-And-Shine treatment."

"I could go for that." I said. "Hey, I'll give you the house key and you can let yourself in and surprise me. What do you think?"

As I pulled up in front of her house, I shut the car off and took the keys out of the ignition. "I can use the garage opener to get in through my kitchen tonight," I said, "you can have my front door key and let yourself in. I'll turn off the alarm and no one will know you're there until you jump on my bed."

"I don't know...." Patty replied, hesitantly. "It sounds like you're trying to get me on your turf so you can make me do things. You are a very Naughty Boy."

"No way," I laughed, "I'm a good boy..... you'll see. And, Patty, I'd never pressure you into anything. I hope you know that."

"I do, Paul." Patty said. "But, if I'm coming over there to see you, will you make me three promises tonight and swear to me you'll keep those promises? And I mean that seriously. Don't tell me you'll promise unless you mean it, Paul."

"What is it you want me to promise you?" I asked.

"I'll tell you as soon as you promise." Patty replied.

"You mean I have to promise before you'll tell me what I'm promising?" I answered. The look on her face was very mischievous. "Don't worry. I you can handle it." Patty said.

About then, she asked me to hit the trunk release and when I did, Patty got out of the car. Surprised she'd done that, I got out, too, and joined her as she leaned over into my trunk to get all the bags from our shopping trip. I bent in to help her gather them up, making sure I took the bag that had the panties she masturbated herself in, and then gave me as a present when we were in the coffee shop.

"First," Patty said as she pulled the bag containing her panties from my hand, "no cuming, no orgasms, wet dreams or any other type of ejaculation. That's starts right now and lasts until I make you cum tomorrow."

"What?" I asked. "Come on!" I complained.

"Second," she continued, "I want you to sleep in the bra and panties you have on right now. No changing clothes."

"Hmm." I replied. 

"Third," she added, "I want you to be in your bed ready to go to sleep within ten minutes of the time you shut your car off."

I started to complain, but she pressed her fingers to my lips and simply said, "Give me your word you will do as I've asked."

I started to make excuses and tell her there was no way I could be in bed in ten minutes, but, she held up her hand and asked, "Please give me your word."

"Alright," I succumbed, "but does that include time to find and throw out all the panties I have from other girls? I asked.

"How about this," Patty answered, "you can keep anything that's yours and any piece of clothing that was your sister's or your mother's. That's all!" She looked at me sternly and continued, "I'll be hurt if I find another girl's panties in my guy's house, Paul."

"Walk me to the door, now," Patty added, "I'm sure Daddy's watching."




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 06



She made an obvious show of taking my hand in hers and together, we walked to her door. Standing there, she hugged me and told me what a wonderful day she had and how much she enjoyed it. Then reminding me of my three promises, said she'd give me forty five minutes to get home and then she'd call my cell phone to make sure I was in bed, saying, "That should give you plenty of time to throw those skanky panties out, go tinkle, brush your teeth, strip down to your lingerie and hop in bed."

Then, before I could say anything, she pulled me down to her and we kissed long and tenderly on her porch. When our kiss ended, she looked at her watch and said, "Better get going, Naughty Boy, your forty-five minutes just started."

I watched as she turned the door knob and bumped the door open with the bundle of bags she was carrying. Her house looked like it was dark inside, and as she turned and blew me a kiss, the door closed and I was left all alone on her front porch.

Then, realizing she was going to call in just forty five short minutes, I ran to my car, fired that puppy up and headed toward the gate. Thinking quickly, I started the timer on my watch so I would know when to expect her call. Once I was out on the road, I made a gamble and took the expressway home, hoping the traffic would be light this time of night and I could cut a good five minutes off the drive. The gamble paid off, and I pulled into my drive and hit the garage door remote with a good twenty some odd minutes left. 

I was just about to pull into the garage and turn the car off when I got an excellent idea. If I left the car running in the driveway for a few minutes, I'd have more time to gather up my collection of panties.... probably ten years worth -- stolen or otherwise. It's a good thing she didn't ask me how many I had, but I was guessing I had at least enough to fill a kitchen garbage bag from three or four places where I kept them. Plus, I could pick up the house for a few minutes, and then go back and turn the car off and be in bed in the ten minutes I'd promised. I didn't see myself as being sneaky; I saw it as being 'Resourceful' and I had every intention of keeping those promises. 

I left the car running and ran into the house. Immediately, I reached under the sink to get one of those tall kitchen garbage bags and raced up the stairs. In the bottom drawer of my dresser, I scooped up handfuls of the treasured panties I'd liberated from girlfriends, sisters of girlfriends, friends of my sister, neighbors -- all of it. There was a closet dresser where I kept everything from my sister and mother and I checked it carefully to make sure everything in there came from them. I picked up the bedroom as quick as I could, dashed into the guest bathroom to wipe it down with a towel, set out a stack of new towels and put on a new roll of toilet paper and then did the same to the master bathroom. Whew!

Racing back down the stairs, I picked up the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator to make sure I had something besides beer in there. Checking my watch, I had two minutes before I had to bring the car into the garage and shut it off, so I grabbed the trash bag of panties and took it out to the trash can. I pulled my car into the garage and turned the key off with exactly ten minutes left before she would call.

Feeling pretty good about the time, I washed my face, brushed my teeth and did the rest of the bathroom stuff. Having an absolute brainstorm while I was brushing my teeth, I ran downstairs and found a piece of paper and a pen. Then tracing a big heart on the paper, I wrote Patty's name in the middle of it and left it out on the counter where I knew she would see it when she came in.

Rushing back up the stairs, I turned off all the lights and ran into my bedroom. Checking my watch, I still had a full three minutes before Patty's call. I took off my shoes, socks, jeans and shirt and sat down on the bed and took a deep breath. I was ready and everything was done. As I started to lie back, I looked for my cell phone, and seeing it on top of my dresser, I jumped up to get it and then stretched out on the bed. The instant my head hit the pillow, my phone rang.

I flipped it open, and answered it by saying "This is the Love Line. You're on the air. Go ahead."

On the other end of the line, I could hear Patty giggling. "Are you in bed?" She asked.

"Of course." I replied.

"That's good." She answered. "Are your clothes off except for your bra and panties?"

"Just like I promised, Patty -- only bra and panties." I said.

"So, tell me how you're dressed again?" Patty asked.

"Just in the bra and panties." I repeated.

"No, Naughty Boy, you're in YOUR bra and panties." Patty corrected me. "Try it again and tell me how you're dressed."

"I'm in my bra and panties." I answered, much softer this time.

"Oh, that's such a turn on to hear you say." Patty cooed into the phone. "How did it feel to say it like that?"

I thought about it for a minute and told her it felt good. She asked me why, and I told her I'd never said those words before, but, it felt good..... it felt new and it felt honest. We talked about it for a while and she told me she would be pleased if I wore panties everyday, and even more pleased if I wore a bra everyday. She added that she wasn't going to ask me to do that, saying she knew it wasn't practical to expect me to wear a bra all the time, but she encouraged me to wear one when I could. We talked a long time about the stigma associated with men wearing bras and panties, and Patty told me not only did it turn her on, but she told me it was a sign of strength and courage to be willing to take a risk for your happiness. "Paul, you deserve to be happy like everyone else." She said. "If it makes you happy to wear panties, then do it. If you want to wear a bra, then do that, too." 

We talked a long time about wearing some of my new bras and panties to work under my regular clothes, and she told me she'd bring the bags from our shopping trip over in the morning and she'd help me wash them, and said I could try them on with my work clothes to see what would look okay, and what wouldn't. "Since we got one for you and one for me of everything we bought, it might be fun if we wore the same panties each day." She suggested. "It really makes me happy that you can talk about it so easily with me," Patty added, "it means a lot to me and I wasn't kidding when I told you earlier that I love a guy in panties." 

There was a long pause after she finished and I heard a low moan through the phone. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied, "I just wanted to get more comfortable and change hands so I could play with myself while we talked."

I complained, telling her it wasn't fair that she could play with herself and I couldn't. "That's not what I said." She reminded me. "I said you couldn't cum. You gave me your word. Remember?"

"Oh, I thought you said no masturbating." I replied.

"No cuming, Paul. That's what I said." She answered. "You can play with yourself all you like, but, if you cum, that will mean you broke your promise and went back on your word. Even if I don't find out, it won't change the fact that you broke your promise."

"I'm not going to do it, then." I told her. "I don't have the willpower to stop right now."

"Why not?" Patty asked.

"Well, isn't it obvious?" I said. "I gave you my word I wouldn't cum. If I start jacking off, I'm going to be thinking about how much I miss you right now..... all about your panties and your cute little boobs..... I'm not going to be able to stop. Then I'll break my promise and I don't want to do that."

"Oh, that's so sweet, Paul." Patty moaned into the phone. "I won't forget what a good boy you're being tonight." 

We talked for about an hour until the battery in my phone started to beep. I told her my phone was going to die soon and she told me she would see me before long, and reminded me of my promise not to cum. When we hung up, I reached over to my night stand, put my phone in the charger and lay back on the pillow and thought about her and the things we did all day. Sometime later, I must have fallen asleep. 

Close to 5AM, my cell phone rang. After a few rings I reached over and answered it. 

"Have you been thinking about me?" It was Patty.

"Hi," I said, trying to wake up, "do you know it's like 5AM?"

"Uh huh. I'm sorry." She said quietly. "I was just missing you a little. Do you mind?"

"I know what you mean," I said, "I've had an ongoing hard-on since about 2:30 this morning. I had a dream that was pretty crazy."

"Was it a nasty dream?" She inquired.

"That's an understatement." I replied.

"Are you going to tell me about it?" She asked.

"Oh, I don't know about that, Patty." I answered, snickering. "Maybe in six months or so if you haven't dumped me by then." 

"Can you give me some hints about it?" She asked. "Was I in it? Someone Else? Oh! Maybe your Mom and me?"

"You and two others," I replied, "Fred and that Angie woman."

"Oh, that sounds like it might have been a really nasty dream." Patty giggled. "You sure you don't want to tell me about it."

"Yeah," I answered, "I'm sure. Like I said, maybe in six months. I might have enough guts by then." I said, laughing.

"Oh, you chicken." She said, playfully. Then Patty asked, "Were you missing me, too?" 

"Only a lot." I replied. 

"Well," she said, "tell me what you'd do if I was there." 

"Let's see," I sighed, "well, I think I'd want you to lie on top of me. Just real quiet, you know, so I can feel you next to me. And you'd fall fast asleep, like a little baby, safe and sound in my arms."

"That's beautiful, Paul." She answered. "Are you reading that out of a book, or something?"

"Yes," I said, "It's the book of love."

"Remember what I said about the 'Love' word, Paul." She cautioned. "You can't just go around saying that kind of stuff. I warned you about that."

"I'm not just saying that." I answered. 

"Paul...." She said softly. "Would you say that to me if I was there right now?"

"Maybe more." I answered. "I miss you pretty bad. I might say a lot of things."

"I'm here." Patty said almost in a whisper. "I'm in your kitchen."

"I wish." I said back to her, laughing.

"Seriously, I'm not kidding. I'm going to walk up your stairs now, up to your bedroom." I could barely hear Patty through the phone now. I sat up in my bed and my heart started to thump. After a second, I heard her voice, but it wasn't through the phone, saying, "Paul?"

She was there -- it was really her. I felt her sit on the bed and then she fell into my open arms. At first, she felt naked and my cock throbbed at the fact that she was on my bed with no clothes on. While we embraced, though, I ran my hands down her back and found she was wearing panties, but not the ruffle bridal panties she had on earlier -- not the kind I was still wearing.

"Scoot over," she whispered, and I did immediately. I felt her slide under the covers and she cuddled up against me. I was still astonished that she was here, and I had a ton of questions, but, I was so happy to see her all I could do was kiss her and hug her. 

Finally, I asked her how long she'd been here. "About an hour," Patty said, "I came up and stood next to your bed and listened to you breathe for a while. I took my clothes off right here while you were sleeping." When I asked what she'd been doing for an hour, she told me it was a surprise and not to worry about it. When I started to ask her a lot of other questions, she kissed me and told me to be quiet. "You said you just wanted me to lie in your arms, remember?"

I felt her rise up and move my arm so she could lie on top of my chest. Instinctively, I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, hugging her to me as close as I could get her. Her hand brushed across my chest, lingering as she felt to make sure I was wearing my bra, and then she slid her hand down the side of my hips -- to see if I was still wearing the panties. "Good boy for wearing your bra and panties." Patty said quietly.

"Patty?" I said. 

"Shhhhh." She answered. "Go to sleep."

We lay together, like that for about thirty minutes until Patty whispered softly, "Are you awake?"

Of course I was, and when I said so, she asked me why. "I was just enjoying holding you," I whispered back, "I didn't want to fall asleep and miss this."

"I can see we're not going to get any sleep like this." She replied. "Be quiet now, okay?" Don't say anything."

I felt her stir from where she was and then she rose up off of me. The next thing I felt was the sheet being pulled down to my feet and then her hands at the waistband of my panties. "Lift up a second." She said.

"Want me to take them off?" I replied.

"Shhhhh." She answered. "No talking. Just lift up a sec."

I lifted my butt up and Patty pulled my panties down to the top of my thighs. My torrid erection was straining by that time and when I felt her hand brush my cock, it jumped and I groaned.

"Shhhhh." She said, quietly. "If I feel you touch me or if I hear you speak one word, I'll stop. I mean it, so please keep quiet and keep still so I can do this for you."

The rest happened just like in a dream. Patty told me to raise my head up and when I did, she took my pillow, folded it in half and placed it back under my head. I couldn't see well at all, but I could see her shadowy figure climbing back on the bed. She threw one leg across my body, facing my feet, and hovered over me on her knees. Then she started to move backwards, toward my head. 

Before long, her panty clad crotch was just inches from my face. It's not so much that I could see, but, I could sense the closeness and I could smell her. I really started to get excited now. My mind started to run away with the thought that she might sit back on my face and let me bury my nose and tongue into her. "Remember," Patty warned, as she looked back at me a final time, "no talking and no touching. You better just lay there like you're paralyzed."

I felt her inch her way back toward my face, a little bit at a time until her pantied crotch was slightly touching my nose. The height of my head was perfect now that she'd doubled my pillow and propped my head up. Slowly, she moved her hips and pressed back on me a little more. Her pussy came to rest just brushing my lips, but, my nose -- for lack of a better way to say it -- was without a doubt only a fraction of an inch from her rosebud.

In our short relationship, neither one of us ever brought up anything 'anal' and I didn't know how she felt about it. Personally, I enjoy it -- a little anal play can be fun when you observe a few common sense rules, but my experience with past girlfriends was that most wouldn't even let you touch them there. Some would let you look. Few would let you touch. Even fewer would let you put anything inside them back there and only one let me have free run of her.

After a minute or so, she shifted herself again but this time she seemed to get into a rhythm of rocking her pelvis and sliding everything -- her panty covered vagina to her panty covered ass across my face. Soon, she had positioned her knees and her midsection in such a manner so she could hover over me and rock her pelvis however she liked and no matter how she did it, everything between her legs brushed up against my nose and mouth. 

I kept in mind her warning about no touching and talking, and I almost disobeyed both when I felt her lift my hardened cock and slip it into her mouth. I could never explain the erotic sensation of what she was doing to me -- other than to say it was completely mind blowing. She started tonguing the tip of my cock while she wiggled her pelvis against my face. Then she took me into her mouth very slowly and very deeply. She repeated a routine of stroking me, taking me deep in her mouth followed with some more jacking. It was a remarkable feeling. 

I'd like to say this went on for half an hour, but, the honest truth is that she made me cum right away -- probably no more than a few minutes. I swear.... Patty knew all my buttons and I didn't know how she knew them, but she did and she pushed them so well. When I came, I'm not sure what she did, but it was unbelievable. I felt it building.... you know, that fifteen seconds before you explode when you know you can't stop it -- you're going to cum. Apparently, Patty could tell and an instant before I came, she took me all the way into her throat, deeper than any other woman has ever sucked me, and I let loose a stream of cum into her that was, I'm sure, immense.

I felt my cock convulse, held tightly in her warm, wet mouth -- just as luscious as any vagina I'd ever cum in, in fact, it felt better than most of the pussies I'd cum in. It struck me that Patty was very much in tune with all things sexual, including fetishes and how to make a man cum. I wondered why no man hadn't scarfed her up by now and made her his private angel.

After I came, Patty sat up quickly and coughed a couple of times, pressed her crotch down on my face lightly and she took a series of deep breaths. With her pantied pussy directly on my face, I took a deep breath myself, inhaling her womanly scent and then she lifted up, turned around and sat next to me on the bed. 

"Maybe we'll get some sleep now." She said softly. "Here, lift up again for a second." I felt her tap my stomach and I lifted my ass off the bed. She didn't pull my panties up like I thought she was going to do, instead, she pulled them up to where they were just under my balls and softening cock and left them there, telling me, "I want you to keep those on while you sleep so you'll get used to wearing them for me, but, I want to be able to touch you, too, so we'll just leave them pulled down like that."

Then, Patty snuggled up next to me again and pulled the sheet up over us. Her face wasn't more than two or three inches away from mine and we kissed and rubbed our noses together like little kids in puppy love. Honestly, though, the way I felt at that exact moment.... it was love. I knew it. And the funny thing is that I knew she knew it, too. You can say what you want about love at first sight or first date -- or whatever. But, in my heart I knew it. This wasn't lust or infatuation; I was falling in love with Patty and I was damn happy about it.

I started to say something, but she pressed her lips to mine and then said, "Shhhhh. Time to sleep now, Baby. Turn over and let me lie behind you."

Somehow, I knew she was right. We both needed some sleep. At least I got a little before she called, but, she couldn't have gotten much at all since she said she'd been at my place since about 4AM. Considering the time I left her house and the hour or so we talked on the phone, maybe she didn't have any sleep at all. As I turned over, she moved up behind me and spooned against my body. Reaching across my hips and wrapping her hand around my spent cock, I felt her settle into the comfort of the bed and I closed my eyes, secure in the thought that my angel would be right here next to me when I woke up.

With Patty in the bed next to me, I finally fell asleep and slept soundly until I woke. Patty had turned over and was facing away from me now, still sleeping. I turned over and scooted in behind her, and just as she did, I scrunched against her body and spooned with my little love angel. 

Of course, my 'Morning Wood' as Patty called it, throbbed against her butt, so I tried to lie still so I wouldn't disturb her. It was so nice to be with her like that, though - the sun was up outside and there was plenty of light in the room. Looking over her shoulder, I could see quite a mess on the floor of my bedroom. It's true, Patty must have undressed right by the bed when she came over early this morning because her clothes were there in a heap on the floor. Her purse, along with a small red bag where there, too. 




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 06



I got quite melancholy as she slept next to me. I smelled her hair and put my head on the pillow so I could be as close to her as possible without touching her. It's funny how just the simplest things can bring you so much happiness and having her there in my bed made me feel good. All I wanted to do was hold her some more and feel her in my arms, but I forced myself to let the angel sleep. 

After a while, though, my emotions got so churned up that I got frustrated with trying to let her sleep. So, finally deciding I couldn't stand it anymore, I draped my hand over her body and slipped it under the sheet and searched for one of her breastlings. Finding one, I cupped it and squeezed it gently. She finally stirred and I felt her hand cover mine and press it harder against her breast. 

"Hmm," she moaned, "it's nice to wake up like this, isn't it?" Patty asked.

"I was just thinking the same thing. I think I could get used to this." I replied.

Patty rolled over and faced me. "Well, I'm not sure Daddy's going to let me do this on a regular basis." Patty answered. "He said he would this time because of my little surprise, but I don't think he's going to go for it all the time, Paul."

"Okay, I understand." I said. "Hey, what surprise?"

"If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise any more, would it?" She replied.

"Hmm, got it. I love surprises, though," I answered, "you being here so early this morning was a nice surprise."

"Did you enjoy the way I tucked you in last night?" She asked, giggling. 

"Oh, yes, I did, very much. But I didn't think it was fair that I couldn't touch you or say anything." I replied.

"Poor baby," Patty teased me, "what would you have said if you could have talked?"

"Maybe that I loved you." I answered.

"Paul," Patty said, "We talked about the "L" word, remember?"

"Did you hear what I just said, Patty?" I asked, looking into her eyes. "I love you."

"I'll make Daddy hire someone to kick your ass if you're just teasing me." Patty replied.

Simply and clearly, I told her again, "I love you." 

Tears started to well up in Patty's eyes and she rolled on top of me and started kissing me. Before long, she was crying and we were trying to kiss..... and between her tears and our spit, our faces were a complete slimy mess. 

After a minute, she pulled back from the kiss and said, "I love you, too, Paul. I know it seems like it can't really happen that fast, but, I do.... I really do. And I felt it from you, especially when you kissed me goodnight last night. When I came through the door after that kiss, I think even Daddy knew. "

The next thirty minutes were filled with each of us saying it to the other, and a lot of hugging and kissing. There were lots of tears from Patty's eyes, but they were tears of joy and it was so moving to see the way our new love affected her. 

"So," I finally said, "what do you say we get a shower and have some breakfast?" Continued in the next chapter.



Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 07



Warning: This is the seventh chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a "Quick Read", but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure. 

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The next several months were filled with fun and excitement the likes I have never experienced before. We did things, went places and I spent a lot of time with Patty's father. PJ and I played golf and went to ball games -- I even rescued him one evening when he had too much to drink at an evening dinner party. Things were going well; I was happier than I'd ever been in my life and most of all, Patty and I were falling deeper and deeper in love.

Sexually, Patty and I were remarkably compatible. Patty bathed me in love, affection and understanding. She was sympathetic and perceptive about my kinks, fetishes and secret desires, and she was truly excited about helping me experience those things which I had previously been ashamed to explore. Much of that was because Patty and I shared many of the same kinky desires and it was easy to confide and trust in her. Patty's interest in sex was as high as mine and she was always willing to try something new and experiment with me. I learned that Patty was one of those people who got extreme joy from pleasing others and that fact shone through into our sexual relationship day after day. Patty was even interested and turned on by anal play, and it became a major part of our sexual activity. There was just one minor drawback: no fucking. 

The morning after our first date -- that day when she'd come over so early in the morning and slipped into bed next to me, we'd taken a shower and were eating breakfast when I did the responsible thing and brought up the subject of birth control. Surprisingly, Patty told me she'd never used any. When I asked her if perhaps we should discuss it and decide on what we might use, Patty laid the bombshell on me. She was a virgin. I mean a real virgin -- nothing had ever penetrated her vagina.

I initially found it hard to believe someone with the sexual prowess Patty held could really be a virgin, but it turned out to be the truth. She explained it all in detail, but it comes down to this: Patty had promised her father that she'd remain a "real virgin" until her wedding day. I could see the anxiety and fear in her face when she told me the whole story, but, honestly - it was totally fine with me. In fact, I felt proud knowing my cute, little, A-cup angel had never been fucked before. 

I tried to tell her it wasn't a problem for me, but she went on and on promising that she'd take care of me with handjobs and blowjobs and anything else I wanted as long as it didn't include fucking. She'd given her word and made a promise, and she wasn't going to disappoint her Daddy. 

Believe me, having been on the receiving end of her blowjobs and her handjobs already, I can tell you right now they were world-class and I wasn't at all worried about not having intercourse with her. She promised me I could have all the panties I wanted from her, adding she would please me in any way I desired..... except that.

I stopped Patty as she listed all the things she'd do to keep me sexually satisfied. "Patty," I said, "Its okay. Don't make such a big deal out of it. Actually, I think it's kinda cool."

"But I don't want you sneaking around my back or going anywhere else for sex." Patty explained. "I don't want you going out to look for some girl to fuck just because I can't make love to you like that."

I finally had to wrap my arms around her and physically hug her so tight that she stopped talking before I could get her to hear what I was saying. "Look," I said to Patty, "do you hear me complaining? As long as we can do other things, and as long as you'll still let me love you in other ways, you have my solemn oath I won't cheat and I won't ever try to take your virginity from you."

So, during those first few months, our sexual relationship including everything except fucking. One of my biggest turn-ons was simply looking at her naked body. She would let me undress her -- and as I removed each piece of clothing, I would endlessly hug and kiss her. Sometimes, I would suckle at her tiny nips for thirty minutes at a time while she slowly jacked my cock, or while I masturbated myself. Eventually, though, she would always end up lying down with her legs spread so I could pay homage to her panty encased pussy. There were times when these play sessions would last hours -- she would have multiple orgasms as I licked, sucked and kissed every inch of her body. 

Understanding of my panty fetish, she would always let me eat her pussy with her panties on until she'd had a few orgasms and her panties were saturated with her natural juices. Then, once she was ready to have me take them off, she would pull her knees up to her chest, open her legs and let me stare at her virgin pussy while I stroked my cock and blew my load all over her.

I could see the enjoyment in her face as she pulled her hairless lips apart so I could look down into her pussy to see her unbroken hymen. I couldn't even begin to count how many times she'd spread herself open and let me gaze at her flawless pussy while I jerked my cock. It was such an intimate and amazing thing to see -- the thin membrane of her cherry stretched across her vaginal opening. It wasn't solid, you know..... there was a tiny hole in the middle of her cherry smaller than the size of a dime, and when I went down on her, I was always careful I didn't get too rough, and when I touched her pussy, I never tried to put my finger in past the point where I felt her hymen. 

Patty and I had long talks about what we liked sexually and what we fantasized about. She really liked showing herself off, giving and receiving oral sex, masturbating and role playing a naughty school girl. I made sure I kept Patty sexually happy, too, and I took the opportunity to expose her when it was safe to do. Over time, though, I finally discovered Patty's most secret fantasy of all -- the thing that always led her to an overwhelming orgasm of biblical proportions..... and that is -- Patty loved to be erotically spanked. She dreamed of it..... and even the briefest reference to giving her a spanking would elicit a strong reaction from her. 

Her eyes would light up when we talked about spankings and she told me all her favorite spanking fantasies; like being bent over the teacher's desk and having her skirt lifted in front of the whole class so she could be spanked in front of them. At first, she was ashamed to tell me about her spanking fetish, but, the more we talked about it and the more I spanked her, the more she opened up and I became an expert in giving her what she longed for. It wasn't so much that Patty wanted to be painfully spanked as much as she wanted to be lewdly exposed and put in incredibly compromising positions where she had no choice other than to go along. I wouldn't call Patty submissive at all -- in fact, quite the opposite -- she was very dominant.... but, when it came to her spankings, Patty role played the naughty, submissive school girl to perfection.

Here's an example: One night we were at a bar, just spending time with each other. As it got later and we'd had a few beers, we ended up in the back of the bar, playing pool as partners with two guys we'd never met before on one of the three pool tables. Patty inadvertently scratched, sending the queue ball into the corner pocket and causing us to lose our turn. Jokingly, I told her if she scratched again, I'd have to spank her bare butt. After I said it, Patty's eyes opened wide and she sassily replied, "Oh, No! A bare bottom spanking? Right here in front of all these guys? You wouldn't dare!"

The two guys we were playing against overheard us, and they both looked at me for my answer. "Yes," I replied, "I would dare and if you scratch again, I'll pull your pants down right here and I'll tan your bare bottom in front of everyone..... and I mean it, Patty," I warned, "I'll pull your cute little panties down, too."

I could tell by her voice that she was baiting me and I knew without a doubt she'd intentionally scratch again when she got her turn to shoot. And, just as I suspected, when she got her next turn, she snickered, turned up her nose at me and hit the queue ball right into the closest pocket without even trying to hit one of our balls first. "Okay!" I exclaimed, "I warned you."

I grabbed Patty by the arm and pulled her over to a small cocktail table in the corner of the room behind the pool tables that was, thankfully, not viewable by the rest of the bar. "You stay right there!" I huffed.

Then, I turned to the guys we were playing against and asked them to keep a look out while I made good on my promise to spank her. By this time, three more guys from another pool table who had overheard us, gathered around and the five of them formed a human wall between the rest of the bar and the cocktail table where Patty would receive her spanking.

Returning to Patty, I smiled as I roughly grabbed her hand and turned her to face the five guys. "Take your jeans down." I ordered.

"Please, Paul, don't make me do this..... not in front of them." She begged, as she pointed to the guys standing watch over her. 

"It's your own fault," I replied, "I told you what would happen if you scratched, and you did so anyway. Did you think I was kidding?"

Patty and I had spoken many times about her getting a public spanking and how I would unmercifully expose her pussy and her ass. I used to kid her that I would make her stand naked from the waist down while I scolded her and then bend her over in such a way that her hairless pussy would be placed on perfect display to whomever wanted to look, and how I would make sure she stayed in that position for an agonizing amount of time. I never really thought I would get an opportunity to actually do any of it, but, I could see the twinkle in her eye and I could tell from her body language that she desperately wanted me to do it.

"Oh, please!" She implored. "I'll do anything else.... but not that..... don't make me take my pants off."

At first, I was just going to make her lower her jeans, but after hearing her ask me not to make her take them all the way off, I figured she was giving me a hint what she wanted me to make her do. So, without letting on that I got her hint, I said, "That's it! I tried to be nice about it, but you had to argue, didn't you? Just for that, take your jeans all the way off and if there's any more discussion from you, I'll make you strip down completely." Patty lowered her head, and her hands went immediately to the front of her jeans. Then, without any further delay, she unsnapped them and pulled her zipper down. 

Looking up at me with sad, puppy dog eyes, Patty wiggled her hips and pushed her jeans down to her feet and stepped out of them. When she stood up and handed them to me, I took her jeans from her and tossed them to one of the guys we were playing pool with and asked him to hold them for me. As Patty stood there in her panties, I could see a faint blush overtake her face and she was fidgeting with her hands -- a sign that she was now under my total control. I decided it was time to up the stakes for my A-Cup Angel. 

"Hands to your side." I told her. "Don't try to cover yourself up. It won't matter in a few minutes, anyway. Everyone is going to see what you have...... I did say a bare bottom spanking, you know." 

As her hands floated to her sides, I took in the sight of her standing in the dark corner of the bar in just her tight, red panties. I chuckled to myself as I looked at her; I couldn't have planned this any better. Her red panties were creased up between her pussy lips and if I knew Patty -- I knew her pussy would be wet and her panties would be wet, too. Once I pulled her panties down and her bare pussy came into view, there would be no doubt that she was extremely excited.

Stepping up to her, I immediately reached down and put my hands in the waistband of her panties and started to pull them down. I went slowly at first, hoping the material between her pussy lips would remain in place as I pulled them down. If so, I knew it would reveal her wetness to the guys watching, and, I was right. As I lowered her panties and exposed her hairless pussy lips, the guys all gasped -- and when the crotch of her panties pulled free from between her lips, an obvious, dark, wet blotch appeared on them, complete with a shiny, wet sheen that meant only one thing -- she was wet as hell.

I only pulled her panties down to the top of her thighs because I wanted her to be able to spread her legs wide when I turned her around and bent her over the cocktail table. They were low enough to expose all of her pussy and that was exactly what I wanted. 

Once she was exposed, I stood next to her and verbally chastised her while she stood on display to our five onlookers. I told her I was sick and tired of her back talk and disobedience, adding that she'd been itching to be punished for days now and she'd finally pushed me to the breaking point. The whole time, she stood there with her hands to her side looking down at the floor as if she was too embarrassed and humiliated to look up. However, I knew differently. I knew her heart was thumping and she was getting more and more excited every second I made her stand there like that. 

After I bitched her out for a few minutes, I told her to look up and tell our two pool opponents she was sorry for ruining our game of pool. When she did, I took an opportunity to look over at the group of guys standing there and each one looked like they had a banana in their front pockets. I knew Patty would be ecstatically happy to see how her exposure was affecting them. 

Then, grabbing her by the arm, I swung her around and told her to bend over while I pushed her shoulders down towards the table. "Spread your legs and point your toes in," I barked, "there's no need for false modesty at this point. They've already seen your pussy."

"Point your butt up, Patty!" I directed. "And, spread your legs more and point those toes in unless you want me to completely strip you."

Patty did as I said, and when she was done, she was in a position that showed off her tiny, hairless pussy wonderfully. There was even some recessed lighting on the ceiling above us that illuminated her butt and between her legs. It was an awesome sight.  

I took a few minutes to rub her butt cheeks with the palms of my hands, and in doing so, I was able to spread her bottom apart so our witnesses could see her butt hole. This was such an amazing fantasy come true for her, and as I held her butt cheeks open, I could see her glistening vaginal juices about ready to overtake the confines of her virgin pussy. 

"Smack!" My first swat landed squarely on her butt cheek. I'd cupped my hand so it sounded as if it would hurt, but I knew she wasn't even fazed by it. Luckily for us, the bar noise and the music from the juke box drowned out the sound of her spanking, and in short order, I continued -- delivering swats to both sides of her cute little ass. I stopped after each three or four swats to pry open her butt cheeks again to check on her growing wetness, and each time I spread her open, I was treated to an absolutely perfect example of a hot and wet vagina about to drip pussy juice all down her legs.

I wasn't trying to spank her hard; my goal was actually just to make it appear that she was being punished. But, I have to admit - I was definitely doing everything I could to expose her intimate female places. I knew that's what Patty really wanted -- to be utterly and shamefully exposed so that her vagina and her butt hole were seen. After about fifteen swats, I made her stay in that position and invited each of the guys over to take a good, long look at her while I stretched her pink butt cheeks open as far as I could. By doing that, I knew it would also open her pussy up at least enough to show them how wet she was - and maybe enough to show off her cherry, especially if someone got down low enough to try to look up inside her.

As each one came up to take their turn inspecting her, I could hear her moan softly, especially when I held her cheeks apart and asked each of the guys if they could see her pussy clearly. 

After each of the guys had a close up look at her butt and pussy, I told Patty to stand. I turned her around and reached under her chin to tilt her head up to look at the five guys. The look on her face was priceless! She was obviously not in any pain, but, she was breathing hard, and as I made her stand there, she started to pant, taking quick breaths in and out. I knew this was a sign of her elevated excitement and I debated whether or not to reach my hand down and stroke her wet vagina. I opted not to since I didn't know how much longer we would we able to get away with our little show, so, instead, I had her apologize again to our pool partners and then told her she could pull her panties back up. 

Reaching over to the guys watching, I retrieved her jeans and held them out to her. Silently, she stepped into them and fastened them around her waist. Then looking at me, she apologized for disobeying, and pleaded for me to take her home to finish her punishment. 

"I ought to just strip you and make you walk through this place and out to the car for your behavior tonight," I answered, "but, I think you've been through enough.... at least for now. I guess we can complete your punishment when we get you home."

Then, leaving our five watchers to guess what that meant, I took Patty by the hand and led her past the five guys, through the bar and out the door. As soon as we got outside, she flew into my arms and kissed me until we were both breathless. "Did you enjoy that?" I asked.

"Oh, God," Patty moaned, "you have no idea how much I'd love you to take me back in there and fuck me in front of those guys. If I didn't have to stay a virgin, I might even pull you back in there, myself."

"Well, let's go back to my place for a while and I'll make you cum a few times before I take you home." I replied.

So, that spanking turned out to be the first of many public spankings Patty got from me, all of which were 'spur of the moment' events neither of us planned ahead of time. Personally, I enjoyed it more for her sake than my own. Being able to please her like that -- taking advantage of her exhibitionistic desires and her spanking fetish all at one time -- made me feel good and I knew she enjoyed it immensely. 

As time went by, I opened up to Patty about all my sexual secrets, too. We had long, in-depth discussions about anal play, my panty fetish, playing dress-up and my curiosity about bi-sexuality. Patty wasn't bashful about the fact that seeing two guys go at it turned her on, and she made no apologies for it, either. She repeatedly told me how amazing it was to watch Fred suck my cock that night in the changing room when Wilma asked if Fred could clean my cock. One time, when we were talking about it, she asked me the question which I knew was inevitable.

"That night, did you ever think about, you know... returning the favor and sucking Fred?" Patty asked, softly.

I knew it was just a matter of time before she asked this and I was ready for it, having rehearsed this conversation in my head numerous times. "You mean that night at the store?" I replied, acting dumb.




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 07



"Uh huh," Patty answered as she nodded her head, "Did you ever think about sucking him off, too?"

"To tell you the truth, yes I did." I told Patty directly and honestly. "I had a lot of conflict rolling around in my head that night about it." I replied.

"Ohhhh, Paul," Patty sighed, "what stopped you and why haven't you ever said anything about it?"

I told Patty the night it happened in the store, I was so surprised at the situation, I was initially petrified to do anything except stand there and let him suck me. Looking at Patty, I added, "But, if you would have told me to do it, I would have."

"You're kidding!" Patty exclaimed. 

"Not at all." I answered. "That night I would have done anything you told me to do. I feel the same way now -- even more."

"So," Patty asked, "if I set something up with Fred and Wilma and told you I wanted to see you suck Fred's cock, you'd do it?"

"Yes." I said, embarrassingly. 

Noting my obvious embarrassed condition, Patty told me there was no reason to feel self-conscious and we talked about it in great detail. I told her I'd always had some curiosity about sex with another guy, but, the opportunity never availed itself, and once I'd met her, I didn't want her to think I was 'Gay'. Patty said that just because I was curious about it didn't mean I was 'Gay' and she told me she didn't have a problem if I wanted to try it sometime. I confided in her that I'd thought about it more and more once I realized it would turn her on, but I was very careful to add that I didn't want anything to come between us.

"I think you should do it," my angel encouraged, "you'll never know how you feel about it until you actually try it. If it's not something you like, you'll know. And if it turns out to be something you want to do again, it could be something we can share.... you know, something we can do together. I love giving blowjobs," Patty continued, "feeling a hard cock in my mouth..... and I totally love the taste and feel of a man's cum, so it's easy to understand how you might want to do it, too."

Her answer was nothing short of implied permission to suck a cock - and unless I missed my guess, she was encouraging me to do it. When I asked her how far she'd want me to go with another guy, she answered, "All the way, if you want to -- as long as I can be there to watch." 

It was at this point I took the time to explain to Patty that I had an intense fear of something as big as a man's cock up my ass. I had all these visions of my poor butt being impaled by some joker with a ten inch cock who just wanted to fuck my ass without using any lubrication or taking any time. I didn't want to be simply bent over and fucked. "Oral sex," I told her, "is something I think I could do fairly easily right now; and I wouldn't ever think about doing it unless you were there with me. But," I added, "the thought of anal sex with a guy terrifies the hell out of me." 

Patty said she could definitely understand -- not only from a pain and comfort point of view, but also from an emotional point of view. "It's like the most submissive position anyone could ever be in," Patty said, "being bent over and knowing you're in that position for only one thing -- to let someone stick something up your butt. And once they do, you have stay like that while they pound it into you. I'm sure it's worse for males than it is for females, though." 

Patty went on, adding "I think all females eventually accept the fact that all our holes are going to be used by a cock -- our vaginas, our mouths..... and out butts, too. But for a guy," she added, "I imagine it could be traumatic and humiliating. I admire you for being open to it, though."

Even having said all that, my A-Cup angel honestly admitted she was extremely turned on by the thought of both oral and anal sex between two guys. She said she wasn't trying to push me into anything, but wanted me to know she wouldn't see it as 'Cheating' as long as we did it together. She was, however, very firm about the fact that we should never consider doing anything with someone we didn't know or didn't trust. 

Patty suggested that we get some toys from the local adult store and experiment to see what I liked. She seemed to think getting an assortment of different sized and shaped items might help get me over my fear of having something larger than her finger up my butt, and that seemed logical and appealing to me. 

So, a few days later, my A-cup angel and I went to the adult store and bought a bag full of different kinds of anal toys, along with different types of anal lube. Patty's eyes lit up when she saw the strap-on harnesses for sale there, so we bought one along with an assortment of fake dongs to go with them. The love and tenderness Patty displayed during this period of our relationship was very much appreciated by me, and even though I knew she was doing this partly to satisfy her own desires, I knew without a shadow of a doubt her concern for my emotional and personal well-being were always put ahead of her own interests.

The night we first tried the strap-on, I was over at her house visiting. I wasn't expecting anything other than a kiss or two, but knowing Patty, she probably set the whole thing up with me in mind. PJ was conveniently out of town until the next day, so Patty and I had the huge mansion to ourselves. I felt so shameful walking through the big house with just my undies on, praying there weren't any security cameras there. . "Come on," Patty urged, "I do it all the time. I've been all over this house completely naked, you Naughty Boy." And with that, Patty pulled me out of her bedroom with just my bra and panties on. We raided the kitchen and took a basket of snacks and a bottle of wine back upstairs to Patty's room where she kissed me and asked me to put myself in her hands for the evening. "I've got a little surprise for you, but only if you promise to be a good girl for me." She said. 

"Good girl?" I thought. 

Patty went to her closet and pulled out a big box wrapped with a huge ribbon. "Ta Da!," she said excitedly, "It's for you!" 

Patty had the hugest smile on her face I've ever seen, and taking me by the hand, she led me to the bed, sat me down and handed me the box. This was just like Patty, she was the most thoughtful person I'd ever met and it was perfectly in her character to give thoughtful presents and surprises.

I took a long time to open the box, meticulously removing the ribbon as slowly as I could, knowing full well it would frustrate her if I didn't rip it open to see what was inside. When I finally opened the box and peeled back the yellow tissue paper, what I saw made my heart jump -- and my cock jump, too. 

I'm not sure how Patty pulled this off, but she'd found a seamstress somewhere on the East Coast who made their living making intimate feminine apparel for men. In this case, Patty hired her to make me five different nightgowns, all based on the 'Baby Doll' style I told her about from my childhood memories. Not only that, each one came with a matching pair of rumba panties, which Patty immediately pointed out had extra material in the front so a man's erect cock would have plenty of room.

They were all different colors, but two of them caught my eye. The first one was white and it was made of pure silk. It had thin shoulder straps and the length came down just below my waist. There was a single row of ruffles around the very bottom and it was light as a feather. The other one that immediately got my attention was light purple in color and made of nylon. The cut of it and the way it looked reminded me exactly of my sister's baby doll nightie I used to wear -- the same one my mother caught me in that day I was admiring myself in Sissy's mirror.

But, they were all beautiful. Patty showed me the inside of each one, pointing out that nothing scratchy would ever touch my skin. Each baby doll was slightly different than the others and I could tell that Patty probably went to an incredible amount of effort to have these made for me. "We'll keep two here," Patty said, "and you can take the other three home with you. But," Patty continued, giggling, "that's just the first half of the surprise."

With her eyes twinkling, Patty announced we were going to play "Mother and Daughter Dress Up" and we were going to play with the strap-on toys. She immediately worked to put my mind at ease, saying we would go slow, use a lot of lubrication and she would let me pick out which dong I wanted her to use with the strap-on. Patty said she'd thought it all out, taken my fears into consideration and she was sure we could do it in a way that would give me a wonderful first-time experience.

"Will you let me do this for you?" Patty finally asked after she explained everything she had in mind.

Patty had a way of making things happen. She would meticulously plan and set things up to the point where all I ever had to do was be there. She never spared any expense or effort and never gave away what she was planning to do until it was time. She never put me in a position where I felt vulnerable or adversely surprised -- I think that's because she never did anything until she looked at it from all angles. This was one of those times where she planned perfectly and presented it in such a way that I had no option other than to love her for it and agree to everything.

Patty jumped for joy and ran to her closet and brought me a bag full of things she said we would need. It was filled with all kinds of girl things -- shampoo, conditioner, nail clippers, nail files, special washcloths, conditioning creams, and delapidory creams. "We're going to turn you into your sister again," Patty said, "just like your Mom did... but only for today. I'm going to show you everything girls do to make them selves soft and 'girly' and we'll see how you like it. Then later, I'll make love to you with the strap-on and you can stay here until Daddy comes home tomorrow."

I took a few minutes to visualize what Patty said. I'd previously told her the entire story of how my Mom dressed me in my sister, Sissy's, clothes that time before I went off to college and let me be her 'Daughter' for a couple of days. I'd told her all the details of how much I enjoyed it and how my mother made it such a memorable time for me -- one of the best few days of my life. Mom pulled out all the stops, too; even giving me a long and detailed gynecology lesson using herself as the subject. She talked to me just like I was a girl and we had long discussions about emotions, feelings, and every sexual topic under the sun. Mom was the first one to ever discuss anal sex with me and explain about the pleasure and stigma surrounding it. She was specific when she talked about cleanliness and the emotional connection between someone's butt and their sexual desires and fears. I could see in Mom's eyes that she was speaking from experience on much of it, and one thing I took away from that specific discussion was that it only took one bad anal experience to make someone shy away from it forever. She gave me a piece of advice I've never forgotten, and that is: "Don't ever expect your partner to do anything you wouldn't do and always treat them better than you would want them to treat you."

So, Patty was offering me a way to safely be a girl and we would go all the way with it -- all the way with the mother tenderly fucking her daughter's ass. She was going to show me how to prepare myself and how to use all the things she bought me. Patty was going to remove all my body hair, too. In effect, I was going to be a girl in almost every way, shape and form. She was going to 'Make Love' to me and I would sleep next to her; safe and sound next to my 'Mother' when it was all over. 

Damn, I loved that girl. One thing bothered me, though, and I brought it up.

"You know," I said to Patty, quite embarrassed, "I don't have any desire to be a girl..... you know.... full time. You realize that, right?"

"I know, Baby." Patty answered. "I get the fact that it's a fantasy and a role play for you. I'm not trying to turn you into a fem or anything like that, but I don't see any reason why we can't incorporate this into our relationship if it's something we're both interested in."

"Baby," she added, "it turns me on just as much as it turns you on, and it can be something just for the two of us to share. Plus, you might even discover some things about yourself that have been there a long time, and you never realized it."

"And what would that be?" I asked.

"Well, for starters, maybe you'd like to have a male lover from time to time." She answered, taking my hand in hers. 

"Ah," I said, laughing, "you'd like that wouldn't you? That's one of your fantasies."

"Okay," Patty answered, "that's true, I would like to see that.... but, I think you're interested in it as much as I am, you're just afraid to admit it, Naughty Boy. You're afraid it will make you look 'Gay' or less of a man in my eyes. I assure you, though, that's just not true at all."

I understood what Patty was saying, and she was right for the most part. I'd always had some degree of bi-curiosity and repressed it because I was afraid of what would happen if people found out. Having Patty as a willing partner to all of it was a blessing, or at least it was looking that way. 

For the next several hours, Patty took me under her wing and started my transformation into my sister. We spent the better part of three hours in her huge bathroom. When I emerged, I'd had a shower, a soaking bath, my body hair was removed, all my nails were cut, and my skin had a soft, supple feel that was amazing. I never realized how many things girls do to them selves to make them cute and pretty, but she explained everything as she went and showed me how to do it myself, saying I could do these things on my own at home if I wanted to, and offered to help me in any way she could. "No one will ever know but me, Paul, and I'd love to help you with this." She said.

Throughout most of it, I maintained a healthy erection. Patty tried her best to ignore it, but after a while, she gave up, saying "I guess it just means you like what we're doing." And I did. The whole process was incredibly erotic and it gave Patty and me a different kind of 'together' time. It was a time where she was the hands down expert; she knew exactly how to do it and she not only made it fun, she made it successful. But, be sure of this -- Patty didn't want me to cum while we were 'Getting Ready'. She didn't touch me much there, except while she was doing the hair removal, and she kept an eye on me to make sure I didn't try to touch myself, either. 

The whole time, Patty was dressed in just a pair of panties and a girl's cotton vest top with little flowers on it. I imagine the vest top was intended for a child, but it fit her small frame and tiny boobs magnificently. It was probably sexier than her being naked because the panties crept up between her pussy lips and she left it like that the whole time, knowing it would hold my attention and keep me agitated. 

When the time came for me to put on the Baby Doll and the rumba panties, I was just as excited as Patty was, maybe even more, and my erection proved it. Patty started to role play as my mother and referred to me as her little girl or her daughter numerous times. I knew she was just playing our little make believe game, but she took great care in doing it lovingly, speaking softly and touching me innocently. It was nice -- very nice, and even though I knew we were pretending, the way she handled it made it seem warm and inviting. When Patty picked up the rumba panties from the bed, she looked at me and took a deep breath and let out a sigh.

"Let's get you dressed now, little girl." My A-Cup Angel said quite calmly.

Those words rang in my ears as she motioned for me to come closer. When I did, she put her arms around me and we hugged for a few minutes. "Whatever happens with all of this," Patty whispered, "whether you like it, or not, and regardless if we ever do this again, I want you to know that I love you now and I'll love you afterwards, too. None of any of this changes the fact that you're the man I love with all my heart."

With that, Patty bent down and held the panties out for me to step into; first one foot and then the other. Once I stepped into them, Patty pulled the panties up my legs and settled them on my hips. The panties felt light and airy -- and my hard cock poked out, billowing the gathered material of the rumba panties out in front of me. They weren't tight at all. The leg and waistband was just right and when I swung my hips back and forth, my erect cock swayed easily inside the confines of the panties. Obviously, the seamstress who made the panties for Patty knew how to accommodate a hard cock. They were tight enough to stay on me, and allowed plenty of comfort room for my full blown erection.

Patty stood back and looked at me. I could tell by the smile on her face that the panties met with her approval. "They're like little girl panties," she observed, "and with your legs nice and smooth now, you really look like a girl from there down..... well, except for this." Patty said, as she reached out to feel my rod poking out in front of me. Unfortunately, when she touched me, my cock lurched and a few drops of precum leaked out onto the panties, leaving a dark wet spot where the tip of my cock touched the material. 

"I'm sure these will have to be washed by the time we're done.... at least I hope so." Patty laughed, adding, "I'll wash 'em for you tomorrow after you leave."

As Patty reached for the matching Baby Doll, my heart started to beat violently in my chest. "Come here, so Mommy can put your nightie on." Patty cooed as she gathered up the material so she could slip it over my head. 

I took a timid step toward her and when I got close, she said, "Arms up." I raised my arms and Patty reached up to put the Baby Doll over my head and as I slipped my arms into arm holes, I instantly got a rush reminiscent of the days when I used to put my sister's nighties on years ago. I felt a blush starting across my chest, but it wasn't a blush of embarrassment, it was a blush of joy -- a sense of remembrance. It had been so long since I'd allowed myself this pleasure and it felt good -- really good. Patty's eyes sparkled when she let go of the fabric and the Baby Doll fell down, flowing over my body. "Oh, Sissy," Patty moaned, calling me by my sister's name, "its beautiful... you're beautiful. Come look in the mirror."

Patty took my hand and pulled me to her dressing mirror. "Look." Patty said. In the mirror, I saw something that had been hidden for years, but yet something I knew was lying dormant within me. It conjured up such a deep set of feelings in me -- for instance, the way my mother allowed my panty wearing and panty sniffing, the way Mom let me pretend to be her daughter for those few short days..... and I began to realize something. I realized that this is a part of who I am, and then I realized Patty was right -- this was something special.... something intimate and meaningful and it was just for us..... something special and private. 

Patty left me standing at the mirror and I couldn't help from twirling right to left looking at myself in the mirror. Even though I had a full erection, with the way the Baby Doll hung on me and the fullness of the hem, I could barely tell I had a hard-on. I embarrassed myself thinking I could even wear this in front of someone and feel safe that no one would tell I was a man. If it wasn't for my short hair and my lack of breasts, I could almost "Pass".

When I turned to find Patty, I saw her pulling the comforter down on her bed. As she pulled it down and then all the way off, it left the rose color sheets visible along with four very large and fluffy pillows.




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 07



"Sissy," Patty said, holding her hand out to me, "come here. We have to get started now."

Patty cocked her head and smiled at me as I walked across the room to her. "On one hand, I hope you'll never be the same after this," Patty said as she patted the bed urging me to climb up, "and on the other hand, I hope this won't change anything about you."

As I turned to sit on my bottom, Patty sat next to me so she could explain what we were going to do next. Holding my hand, she went through everything from start to finish, telling me exactly what she was going to do and how she was going to do it. She made me promise to tell her if I was uncomfortable and made me swear to tell her if I got scared, got hurt or wanted her to stop. Other than that, she said she had everything ready and all I needed to do was get into position -- and I knew exactly what she meant.

"You can either be on your back and you can pull your legs way up, or you can get on your hands and knees. It's your choice." Patty began. "Either way is okay, but, I think for the first time you might want to be on your hands and knees so you don't have to look at me while we're doing this. It might make it easier the first time not having to face anyone." Patty said.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Sure, sweetheart." She replied.

"I know you're a virgin and all," I started, "and we've never discussed this, but, are you a virgin back there, too? Uh, I mean, you know.... in your butt?"

"I know what you mean, sweetheart." Patty answered. "And, no, I'm not a virgin back there -- I've had it in my butt before. But, this isn't the right time to explain all that to you, so, forget about it for now. Right now, suffice it to say that I understand your fears and everything that's bouncing around inside your head right now."

"Oh." I said. "Did it hurt, though?" I asked.

Patty sat there for a minute and then spoke. "Sweetheart, I want you to listen closely to what I'm going to tell you, okay?"

I nodded my head and then she continued, saying, "Yes, it hurt, Baby. He wasn't very gentle. He was rough and he didn't take any time to get me ready and when it was over, I felt violated and humiliated. But, you don't need to worry about any of that. I'm going to take a long time to get you ready and I'm going to use a lot of lubrication and I'll let you pick the cock we use. I promise you from the bottom of my heart you are not going to feel any pain and you're not going to get hurt. I would never do that to you, sweetheart."

It took me a minute to absorb what she said. Believe it or not, I wasn't hung up on her doing me -- I knew she would take perfect care of me. What hung me up was thinking about what she'd gone through when she was taken up the butt and what she'd endured. I wondered if she'd been raped or maybe it was a boyfriend who pressed himself on her when she insisted on staying a virgin. 

"Baby," my angel whispered, "don't dwell on any of that now. Let me show you how nice it can be. Let me make love to you so you can see for your self."

Then Patty got up off the bed and reached for one of the pillows. "Enough of this kind of talk, Sissy," Patty said smiling, "it's time to be a big girl now and I want you to do what Mommy says."

Patty folded the pillow in half and told me to get up on my hands and knees. When I did, she placed the pillow under my stomach and then did the same to another pillow and placed it under my stomach, too. Pressing down on my back, I settled down onto the pillows. Taking the third pillow, she placed it under my head and told me to relax. Sitting next to me, she straightened my Baby Doll down across my back and smoothed it out. "Such a pretty girl," she whispered as she stroked my back, "such a beautiful girl."

Memories of my mother flooded my mind as Patty hovered over me, soothing me with her light touch and comforting words. "Just relax and find a comfortable position." She said as she stroked my back. "Spread your knees a little more and rest your weight on the pillows," Patty coaxed, "don't try to hold yourself up. You need to be comfortable to enjoy this."

I did as she said, wiggling my butt and finding a place where I wasn't using my muscles to keep me in position. I found it was more comfortable to push one of my arms under the pillow my head was on and leave the other arm on top of the pillow since it helped stabilize my upper body. Patty sat with me a long time, probably ten minutes and every few minutes I wiggled this way and that to find the perfect position. The whole time, Patty rubbed my arms and my back lightly, occasionally running her hands over my butt and tracing her fingers up and down my crack. She kept speaking to me, very softly, telling me how cute I was and how beautiful I was, how much she loved me and how much it meant to her that I was letting her be my first. It was truly soothing and made me relax to the point where I was ready for her to claim me.

"You okay now, sweetheart?" Patty asked. When I nodded I was, Patty said, "Mommy's got to get some things we need, so you stay here and I'll be right back."

I watched as Patty walked to her closet. She pulled out a small suitcase and laid it on the floor next to the bed where I could see it. As she opened it, I could make out the straps of the strap-on, a few of the dongs we bought to go with it, and a few of the toys and tubes of lube we purchased at the adult store. As she kneeled down by the opened toy suitcase, she looked up and told me it was important for her little girl to obey her Mommy, and for me to remember that Mommy always knew best so I shouldn't question what Mommy said. I smiled back at her, closed my eyes for a minute as I relaxed into the pillows, and said, "Yes, Mommy."

Smiling back, Patty reached into the suitcase and withdrew a thick, flesh colored, flexible dong about eight inches long with balls. As soon as I saw it, my eyes shot wide open and I visualized that eight inch cock pounding into my ass. Patty immediately calmed me down and reassured me she wasn't going to use it in the strap-on. "Mommy wants you to hold this in your hand and suck on it while I get everything ready, sweetheart." Patty said. Then standing to walk to the side of the bed, she sat next to me and placed the fake cock in my free hand and moved it toward my mouth, saying, "Big girls need to learn how to suck a man's penis, sweetheart. This is a good time to practice."

"Open up," Patty said, "just play with for now, sweetie. Use your tongue and see how it feels in your mouth." As I opened my mouth, she guided it past my lips and let up on her pressure when it was inside. "Now close around it." She added, and told me to keep it in my mouth while she did the rest of the things she needed to do.

"You can watch Mommy get everything ready, sweetheart." My A-cup angel whispered. "I don't want you to get scared, so I'm going to show you everything and tell you what I'm doing so nothing will be a surprise. You can just relax with that nice penis in your mouth and watch Mommy."

Next, Patty pulled out a bottle of anal lube. Holding it up, she told me she was going to put some on me and use her fingers to massage it up inside me and around my hole. "It's not going to hurt, sweetheart," she added, "it'll make you wet and slippery back there and it will last for a really long time. That way you'll enjoy Mommy's penis in you when the time comes."

"Once I get you all slippery," Patty continued as she reached into the open suitcase, "I'm going to slip this little plug into you and leave it there for a while." She was showing me one of the butt plugs we bought at the adult store. It wasn't the biggest one in the package we bought, but it wasn't the smallest one, either. "If it's not comfortable," she said, "we have smaller ones, too. Don't worry, though, we'll go nice and slow, and Mommy won't hurt her little girl."

Patty came and sat next to me on the bed again and reached over to take my hand holding the dong and gently moved it in and out of my mouth. "Keep it wet with your spit," she whispered down to me, "move it in and out just like that." She kept up her guiding motions until I did what she wanted me to do and then she let go and said, "Good girl. You're sure a fast learner, Sissy."

Then Patty scooted down to the end of the bed and I felt her move between my outstretched feet. I felt her hand on my back, rubbing me. "What a pretty girl you are, Sissy," she said softly, then added, "and so brave, too."

I felt her lift the hem of my Baby Doll and lay it up over my waist. "I'm just going to lower your panties a little bit, sweetheart, so Mommy can do what she needs to do back here. You relax and keep practicing sucking on that penis." Patty said.

Next, I felt her hands on the sides of my panties as she gently pulled them down and left them at the bottom of my butt cheeks. I heard her open the tube of lube and then I heard a squirting sound. "It might feel cold for a second," she whispered, "so don't jump when you feel it."

She used her bare finger at first, just to rub around my hole and then she lightly tapped on my anus. "Think of this as your pussy, Sissy." Patty said, as she gently touched me. "I promise it will open enough to take Mommy's cock as long as you don't get scared and clinch up." She added.

"That's why it was so hard for me my first time," she continued, "but if you relax your muscles and let it happen, you'll see how nice it feels to have a hard penis in there. Making love and taking your lover's cock up inside you is a wonderful feeling, Sissy, it's something you'll learn to cherish." She said. 

Since I was clean from the bath and shower, I wasn't at all uncomfortable when she leaned down and tongued around me, and then pressed her tongue lightly onto my opening. The feel of her warm breath and tongue felt good and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling while I held the dong in my mouth and sucked the end of it.

At first, I didn't even realize it when her tonguing stopped and she began to slip her lubricated finger into my ass. It wasn't as cold as I thought it would be -- one minute I was feeling her tongue and then the next, her finger tip was in me. She withdrew it, applied more lube to her finger and then pushed the tip of her finger into me again. "See," she said, "Mommy's not going to hurt you. That's not too bad is it?"

"No." I replied, "it feels nice."

Her finger kept up the same pattern of pushing into me a little and then adding more lube and pushing back into me a little deeper. After a few minutes, I could feel her finger all the way in. "Don't clinch up, sweetheart." She reminded me. "Try to concentrate on relaxing your muscles back here and try to open yourself up to my fingers."

I did what she asked and intentionally tried to push back into her fingers. Once I was able to relax, her finger was moving in and out of my ass smoothly. "I'm going to do this for a few minutes, just like I am now." Patty whispered up to me. "See how nice that feels?"

"Hmm." I moaned as I closed my eyes and sucked more of the fake penis into my mouth.

"Mommy's going to make this so nice for you, sweetheart," Patty said very softly, "you're going to love your Mommy so much for this. Then maybe I'll let you do it for real someday, sweetie. Would you like that? Would you like for Mommy to let you have a real penis in your mouth and maybe even a real one back here, too?"

My cock lurched when she said those words, and despite my attempt not to clinch up, I did for a moment. "Oh!" Patty said, "I could feel that way down inside you, sweetheart. You're such an eager girl, aren't you?"

"Just relax now," she added, "I'm just going to try two fingers now."

A second later, she told me to bear down for a second and when I did, I felt her two fingers slip into me. "That's a good girl." Patty praised. "See how easy this is?"

She started to slowly withdraw her fingers almost all the way out and then she slowly slipped them back in. She kept this up for a long time while she lovingly stroked my back with her free hand. After a minute, I felt her reach around my waist and slip her hand inside my panties. Wrapping her fingers around my hard cock, Patty leaned over closer to me and whispered, "I see my little girl's getting wet inside her panties. That's a very good sign, Sissy." 

Squeezing my cock several times and then pulling her hand out, she told me to take the dong out of my mouth and hold it up for her. When I did, she reached over and grasped the dong with her wet fist, coating it from top to bottom with the lubricious precum that was flowing from my cockhead and then guided the dong back to my mouth and pushed it between my lips. "Deep now, sweetheart." Patty said. "Show Mommy what a good girl you can be." 

I laid there with my eyes closed as I sucked my own precum from the dong and then resumed my in and out motion, swirling my tongue around it, and pulling it out from time to time to get a breath and fasten my lips around the head of the dong. "That's right, Sissy," Patty said, "its very sensitive around the head of a man's penis. You can hold it just like you are now and squeeze it to get a nice taste of his precum. One day, you'll see for yourself what I mean."

I took her cue and started to squeeze the shaft of the dong and suck the head of the fake cock. "Oh, that's perfect," Patty praised me again, "you're going to be so good at this. Mommy's so proud of you!"

Patty's dual finger action kept up until she was sliding them in and out almost effortlessly. There was no pain and it felt good, especially when she pushed her fingers in all the way and rubbed against my prostate. "You're really open now. Sissy." She informed me. "You're going to take Mommy's cock so well, I just know you will."

Her fingers moved in and out for another minute or so and then without saying a word to me, her fingers slipped out and the butt plug she had ready went right in. It was already in me by the time I realized what happened and although it was larger than her two fingers put together, it wasn't uncomfortable at all and it wasn't hurting me.

"There." Patty said as she pulled my panties back up and moved out from between my feet to sat up next to me again. Leaning down to pull the dong from my mouth, she kissed me. "How does that feel?" She asked. "Is it too much? Too tight back there? Is it hurting you at all?"

I smiled up at her and shook my head. Closing my eyes, the only thing I could do is smile and say, "It's nice."

"Good, sweetheart." She replied. "See, Mommy told you I'd never hurt my little girl. Now you just stay like that, put the nice penis back in your mouth and I'll be back in a minute."

I watched as she stood and walked across the room and into her bathroom. I heard the water turn on and the sounds of her washing her hands. After a minute, she came out carrying a folded towel and three obviously wet washcloths. Setting them down on the top of the suitcase lid, Patty said, "We'll use these later when we're all done if we need to."

Patty reached into the toy suitcase and pulled out three rubber strap-on dongs. They were all different in length and thickness, but each one had a shorter nub on the other end which was meant to rub against the female giving some pressure to the wearer's clitoris. This was interesting, I thought, I was going to feel it and she was going to feel it, too. Wouldn't it be something if we both could cum while she fucked me?

As Patty sat next to me again, she held out the rubber dongs. "Sissy, take a look at these and let's decide which one Mommy should use." Patty said. Then, holding one at a time, she told me about each one. The first one was the smallest in both length and thickness. It was a little thicker than one of her fingers; she showed me by laying it beside her middle finger, and it was probably five inches long. The second one was twice the thickness of the first one and about six inches long. The third one was even longer, maybe seven or eight inches long, thicker than the first one, but thinner than the second one. 

"I would think either of these," Patty said holding out the second and third dongs, "would be the one to use. I don't think the first one is long enough to hit your little pleasure spot, Sissy. But, I'll let you pick the one you want Mommy to use."

While I looked at the three instruments that might be sliding up into my ass before long, Patty remarked, "Usually you won't have the luxury of making a choice, sweetheart. You'll have to take what comes with the man. That's why this time is so special, sweetie, you can try one, or try them all. It's your choice."

I left the dong I was sucking in my mouth and reached out to tap the third one she showed me -- the longest one with the middle thickness. Patty was happy, reaching down to kiss my cheek and place my hand back on the cock in my mouth and start it moving back and forth again. "Good choice," Patty said, giggling to me "that's the one I would pick, too. We're so much alike!"

I watched closely as Patty moved over and crouched down again next to the toy suitcase. Playfully, she spread her legs wide so I could see the way her panties were pulled up snugly in between her virginal pussy lips. She smiled as she saw me looking, then reaching down between her legs, she drew her finger up and down her crease just to tease me. "Oh," my angel moaned, "Mommy's so wet, sweetheart. Want to see?"

Rising up, she walked to where she could stand in front of me and pulled her panties down to her knees. Then reaching over and taking the dildo out of my hand and pulling it from my mouth, she ran the dildo up and down her crack, laying the shaft of the fake cock in between her pussy lips and twisting the cock around to coat the rubber dong with her pussy juice. Smiling a wicked grin, she pulled her panties back up and sat on the bed next to me again. Then, reaching back into my panties and wrapping her hand around my member, she jerked me a few times as best as she could. She let go of my cock and wrapped her fist around the tip of my penis. "Oh yes," Patty moaned after a few seconds, "my little girl is really wet."

Withdrawing her hand, she wiped a copious amount of my precum all over the dildo again, but this time mixing my fluids with her own, fresh from her pussy. And without another word, she placed the fake cock back in my hand and pushed it to my lips. 

"Show Mommy how nicely you can clean that up, would you sweetheart?" Patty asked as she let go, just as the tip of the cock reached my lips. "This is something a girl needs to learn to do with dignity, skill and grace. You should never hesitate to clean your man's penis, Sissy."

She watched as I slid the dildo back into my mouth. I took a minute to try to distinguish the taste of her pussy juice and my own precum, but, it was hard to do. It was a mixture I'd never tasted before, not quite pussy and not quite cum. Honestly, I rather liked it -- maybe it was because I saw her coat the fake cock with her pussy juice and didn't care what else was on it after that, but, in all the times she'd given me handjobs or sucked me off, I never pulled away when she wanted to kiss me with cum on her lips or in her mouth. In fact, she told me once it was something she really liked about me -- the fact that I never shied away from my own cum. 

After watching me eagerly suck our combined juices from the plastic cock, my A-cup angel patted my back and told me I was a good girl. Then moving back to the toy suitcase on the floor, she reached in and pulled out the strap-on harness and unfastened the holder in the middle that held the cock in place. Smiling at me, she slipped the cock I selected through the hole and fastened the harness together. She moved in front of me and set the strap-on on the bed next to me. Kneeling on the floor and resting her elbows on the bed in front of my face, she leaned down and kissed my cheek and then my forehead. "It's time, Sissy." Patty said, softly. "All your years of waiting, dreaming and being afraid are over. It's time to be a big girl and give your self to someone you love, and someone who loves you." 




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 07



Patty pulled the cock from my mouth and kissed me. "I want this to be so good for you, Baby," she said, "so you just relax and let Mommy do all the work. I'm going to slip the back of your panties down when it's time, but we'll keep the front up to catch all your girl cum in case you get overly excited. And if that happens, sweetheart, you just let it happen and don't worry about it. Mommy will help you clean it up when we're all done."

She kissed me again and whispered in my ear that she loved me. Then, standing up, she pulled her little shirt vest off and tossed it in the toy suitcase, baring those tiny breasts which I loved so much to my eyes. Hooking her thumbs in the waist of her panties, she pulled them off and stepped out of them. Holding her panties up to smell them, she nodded her head and crinkled her nose. "Hmm, Mommy's wet panties......" She moaned. "You know, I love it so much that you crave these. It always makes me feel so desired."

Patty reached out and took the rubber cock from my hand, and as she smiled down at me, She wrapped her panties tightly around the base of the fake cock and tucked them in as she wrapped them. Then, giggling, she put the cock back in my hand and guided it into my mouth. Continuing to push until the cock was in quite far, I was treated to the pleasing aroma of her pussy embedded in the panties she just took off. "The further you can take this in, Sissy, the closer you can get to Mommy's panties." Patty said as she kissed her finger and touched it to my nose. As I watched, she mouthed, "I love you" and then she picked up the strap-on harness, strapped it around her waist and climbed on the bed.

Time seemed to stop then. I felt her moving around, positioning herself between my legs and nudging herself up closer and closer to my upturned pantied ass. When she finally stopped moving, I heard the 'snap' of the plastic cap on the anal lube being opened and then the squishy sound of her squeezing the lube out of the tube. After a minute, I felt her hand at my hips, lightly stroking my skin. Then as I waited breathlessly, her fingers took hold of my panties and she started to pull them down. "Oh, fuck!" I moaned to myself. This was really it. All the preliminaries and preparation was over. I was about to have my ass fucked by my girlfriend. Just at that instant, a severe panic flooded over me and I almost called out for her to stop. But, as I felt her reach up and gently twist the butt plug to remove it, my panic subsided and it was replaced with intense desire to have her continue. No, it was more than that -- I just didn't want her to continue, I wanted her to fuck me. At last..... I'd admitted it to myself. 

Patty phrased it right earlier. I had waited years for this moment; years filled with a combination of embarrassment, terrifying fear and immense desire. The ultimate conflict for a man -- the desire to experience another man sexually, both orally and anally -- and Patty was doing her best to make it happen. True, she wasn't a man, but, with the fake cock in my mouth and my ass lubed up ready to take the strap-on, this was just about the next best thing. 

"Sweetheart," Patty said softly, "I'm just going to pull the butt plug out and then use my finger to put some more lube up into you. Just relax, now," Patty gently said, "nothing is going to hurt you and soon you'll see there's no reason to be afraid."

I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on sucking the fake cock into my mouth as far as I could, trying to get Patty's panties right up to my nose. Of course, the cock was too big and I could never get it in far enough to bury my nose against her panties, but, I tried relaxing my jaw and working it in more and more hoping that I'd be able to. 

I was trying not to pay attention to what Patty was doing, but I did feel it when the butt plug was removed and she slid her lubricated finger up into me. Three or four times she did it and then when she removed her finger for the last time, I felt her move up closer to me and she nudged the strap-on cock up against my hole. 

"Now, when I tell you," Patty instructed, "take a deep breath and push back on me a little. Bear down with your butt muscles and try not to clench up. The first two inches is going to be the hardest, and you'll be temped to pull away and tighten up from Mommy. If you can fight that feeling, the rest will feel so good you'll feel like melting into those pillows and wishing it could go on forever."

I felt her rub my back and she told me again that she loved me. Then, she said, "Now, sweetheart." I took a breath and bore down as my angel said. I felt her push into me gently and there was some light pressure for a quick second while Patty's cock pushed past my opening and then I felt it slip easily inside my ass.

I was amazed that it took so little effort, and there was no struggle or pain what so ever. I think Patty was surprised, too, because once she was in me, she said, "Lie there for a minute and relax, sweetheart." Patty stopped moving, too. I felt her hands on my back, rubbing me while she kept still letting me get accustomed to having her cock in my butt. "Just feel it," she whispered, "close your eyes and focus all your attention to relaxing and just feel the way Mommy's hard cock is in you for a minute."

"You alright?" Patty asked after a short time.

"Hmm," I moaned, "yeah, I'm fine." 

Patty told me she was going to start to move very slowly, saying she wouldn't go in real deep and when I nodded my head, I felt her start to move, first pushing in a little, and then letting up, then pulling back and stopping. This pattern repeated a few times until I felt her start to push in deeper and I readied myself for the pain I knew would come. But, it didn't. It never did. She was gentle and before I knew it, I felt her tummy all the way against my butt cheeks and I knew her cock was all the way in my ass. Then she was pulling all the way back and pushing in all the way again, very slowly.

I'd settled into the pillows by now and I simply let her fuck me. It was a glorious feeling and as I felt her sliding in and out of me effortlessly, I realized there was no need for me to worry about anything -- in fact, all the anxiety I had about having something in my butt, all the fear and all the worry -- it was probably all a terrific waste of time.

After a few minutes of her gentle fucking, I started to push back on her as she was moving into me. "Feels good, doesn't it?" She asked. 

"Yes," I replied, "you have no idea."

Patty laughed, saying, "Oh yes I do, sweetheart. Believe me, I know exactly what you're feeling right now."

She increased her pace a little as she fucked me, and began to push into me as far as she could. "Oooohhhh," she moaned, "I'm glad we got the kind that has the part that rubs on my clit, Baby....... It feels really nice."

Pretty soon, she was all out fucking me..... laying across my back with her arms around my waist and she was fucking me. I could hear her breathing at each stroke, and in this position, the way her cock was hitting up against my pleasure spot, it was working miracles on me, too. She was whispering to me as she fucked me, saying "I knew you'd like this, sweetie.... you were just afraid. But now you know how nice it can be to have a cock up your butt. You want me to fuck you hard now, Baby?"

"Oh yeah," I moaned, "fuck me hard, Mommy," I panted, "fuck me hard now."

"You like Mommy's cock. Don't you sweetheart?" She asked. "Tell Mommy you love her.... tell Mommy you love her cock in you."

Her words lit a fire in me that instantly raged into an inferno. I didn't care about anything except having that cock in me and letting her fuck me. Each stroke of her cock brought me closer and closer to a desperate point where I wanted more and more of it. "God," I moaned, "this feels so good.... so fucking good." I sighed. "I love you so much", I added, "and I love your cock in me..... fucking me like this, and making me your daughter..... aaahhh, fuck me..... fuck me!"

I know we were just playing a game calling each other 'Mommy' and 'Daughter' and all that -- but each time we did, my mind flashed back to when I was living at home thinking of the way my Mom and I did all those nasty things together and regretting the fact that I never had sex with her. All of those feelings, and the way Patty dressed me up as my sister and confidently prepared me for what she knew I would love -- it was all too much.

Patty, for herself, was past the point where she had any reservations now about pounding my ass with her cock, and with each thrust, she moaned and groaned like a woman in heat. "Sweetheart," she panted, "Mommy's going to cum soon, I can tell.... I can feel it. Oh, Sissy, I'm going to cum fucking your pussy!" 

My mind snapped and I felt something deep inside me start to tremble. It wasn't the normal feeling of an orgasm, this was something different, and it was happening fast and it was strong. All of a sudden, a severe flush of warmth flooded over me and I felt my cock contract and the next thing I knew, it felt like a non-stop river was flowing out of my cock 

"Mommy's cuming now, Baby," Patty yelled as she held my hips and ground her pelvis into me. "Oh, God!" She screamed. "I'm cuming...... I'm cuming."

I remember lying there, thinking this must be what it's like for a woman as she's getting fucked, and as a thick feeling of warmth and contentedness came over me, I suddenly felt envious and jealous of all women -- because this was the kind of feeling men couldn't experience. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. 

Patty collapsed on my back, huffing and puffing as her tiny breasts lie smashed between us. "Oh, Baby," she panted, "that was a really good cum."

"Good," I replied, "I think I came a minute ago, too. I feel really wet down there." 

"You do?" She asked, trying to catch her breath. "You think you came, too?"

I felt her push herself up off my back and start to pull the cock out of me. "No!" I yelled, "No... not yet. Don't pull out, please." I begged.

"I know, I know, Sweetheart," Patty answered, "but, you're not used to this and I need to check you real fast to make sure you're okay. Just let me take it out and I'll put the butt plug back in you so you won't feel empty. Okay?"

And that's what Patty did. Without waiting for me to answer, she pulled out of me slowly and then I felt her move around and use her hands to open my cheeks. "You're fine," Patty said as I felt her slip the butt plug into my ass, "just hold on while I take this thing off and wipe you down real quickly."

I felt patty step off the bed and heard the sound of straps and buckles coming undone. Then, I saw her red, sweaty and naked body, without the strap-on, tiptoe over to the toy suitcase and reach for one of the washcloths and then scurry back on the bed and start to wipe me off. "Is it messy back there?" I asked. "No sweetheart," she giggled, "it's just the lube. Looks like I might have used too much, it's all over everything."

Patty cleaned the lube off my ass and pulled my panties up. "Lift up," Patty asked, "so you can stretch your legs out and rest for a while." When I did, she pulled the pillows out from under me and told me to roll over on my side. Then, lying down next to me, she cuddled up next to my body and held me as I basked in the glow of the feeling. "Shhhhh," Patty whispered, as I started to say something, "just let me hold you for a while. Rest, Baby."



Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 08



Warning: This is the eighth chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a "Quick Read", but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure. 

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After Patty made love to me with the strap-on, we laid together for quite a while in her bed just kissing, snuggling and cooing to each other. I don't ever remember feeling so loved and so cherished as I did right then. I suppose I should have been filled with remorse and shame after taking her strap-on up my backside, but, I wasn't. In fact, I smiled to myself as we lay there, remembering how good it felt and thinking it felt genuinely satisfying.

She'd long since taken the fake cock out of my mouth and tossed it on the floor. She was just holding me and telling me what a good girl I was -- how proud she was of me and what a good daughter I was. For the most part, I simply closed my eyes and let her dote over me. I could tell she was overwhelmed with emotion and feeling, too...... and so was I, but having just been fucked in the ass by my girlfriend, and having thoroughly enjoyed it -- all I wanted to do was lie there and bask in the afterglow of being her make believe daughter. Honestly, I felt so accepting of what we'd done; I didn't care about anything else other than how much I loved her. 

After a while, Patty asked me if I was okay -- specifically, was I okay emotionally after our little Mother-Daughter role play and after just taking her strap-on up my butt. I smiled and told her I was fine. It was true -- I wasn't in any kind of discomfort and I can't even begin to describe how good it felt. As far as I was concerned, it was perfect.

"No regrets?" She inquired. "Did I go too far? Did you enjoy it? Come on, Baby, tell me what's going through your head right now."

After a second, I kissed her and answered her questions, saying, "I'm not sure how to explain it." I went on to tell her that I didn't have any regrets what so ever, and she didn't go too far. I told her I loved it and more than that - I loved her for taking charge and leading me through it. I explained to her that my previous feelings of apprehension, fear, and anxiety were completely erased. When she asked what I meant, I told her it's like when you do something you never thought you could do -- something that you didn't think you could accomplish, and then after you've done it, you realize that you could have always done it.

"You'd want to do it again?" Patty asked.

"I'd love that," I replied, "but, Patty," I paused to look at her, "you have to promise me this is only going to be between us..... between me and you."

"Sweetheart," she answered, "I understand, but, can you be honest with me about a couple of things?" 

Patty asked me if she'd rekindled any of the feelings my Mother had brought about so many years ago and I told her she most certainly did. Then she asked me point blank if I could ever see myself doing these exact same things with a real man..... sucking a real cock and having my ass fucked by a real cock. "Yes." I reluctantly answered. 

"Baby," she replied, "I hate to tell you this, but, I suspected that ever since you first told me about you and your Mom. You've never been satisfied or fulfilled with what she gave you, were you? She gave you a little taste of being a girl and then she left you wanting more. You're living a double life, Paul." Patty continued. "Don't you see?" She asked. "You're a man, but part of you yearns to go back and be your mother's daughter again, and finish what you started with her. You've really got some unresolved issues there."

The instant Patty said it, I immediately understood what she was getting at and while we lay together, hugging each other on her bed, everything became clear. There was part of me that wanted to go back and wear my sister's panties again.... and wear her Baby Doll night gowns again, and be my Mother's daughter again. It was at the root of everything.

As I was thinking about my epiphany, Patty reached her hand down and pulled the waistband of my panties away from my body. "Oh, Paul!" She sighed. 

Looking down, I could see exactly why she'd said my name. There were thick globs of sperm and pools of cum inside my panties -- the sticky, wet remains of my explosive climax.

"Let's take these panties off you, shall we?" Patty suggested as she smiled up at me. 

My A-Cup angel got up and shuffled around to my side of the bed and hooked her fingers into my panties and slowly pulled them off and cradled them in her hands. Then, lying back down next to me, she turned the panties inside out and held them so we both could see. "I just love the feel of warm cum in my mouth," Patty moaned and she peered into my cum soaked panties, "want to help me with these?"

Before I could answer, Patty zeroed in on a big glob of cum, moved my panties to her mouth and licked off the glob in one big lick. Then, catching me by surprise, she leaned over and kissed me, shoving her tongue into my mouth as she did. We must have spent the next ten minutes kissing like this, each of us taking turns licking cum out of my panties and then swapping it back and forth while we kissed. When it came time for me to take a lick, she would find a spermy spot and hold the panties to my lips and she'd say, "Take a lick, Sissy."

Soon, the panties were clean and Patty decided it was time to clean me up. So, turning herself around and throwing her leg across my chest, Patty took my cock in her mouth while she sat her hairless, cherry pussy down on my face. 

I always loved it when she did this -- sat on my face, I mean. The feel of her smooth lips and the sweet muskiness of her juices as she hovered over me was wonderful. I could use my hands to steer her one way or the other; positioning her so I could easily lick anywhere I wanted. The clean up was, in my option, just as much fun as the sex play. We'd spoken many times about my interest and fantasies for cream pie and my willingness to have her sit on my face when she had a load of cum inside her. She would always listen politely and remind me she had to stay a virgin until she was married, but, I could see in her eyes that she was delighted by the idea I would eat cum from her freshly fucked pussy. 

Another shining example of the way our sex life gracefully intertwined happened shortly after she'd introduced me to the strap-on. Patty convinced me to go out to Angie's 'Villa', as she called it. It was an hour outside of town, located well off the main roads. Patty suggested the trip for three reasons: first, so I could see with my own eyes what Angie does; second, to spend some time alone with Angie talking about some of the conflicts I was dealing with -- the whole man / mother / daughter thing; and third, to perhaps find some solutions to my unusual set of sexual conflicts. 

The idea definitely struck a chord in my mind -- I mean, it made sense to go. You know, a man just doesn't wear Baby Doll nighties, a bra and panties, suck on a fake cock and take a strap-on up his butt with out having some conflicts about those things; not to mention some conflicts about his own masculinity. Answers would be a good thing; and the more Patty explained to me what Angie did, the more I was convinced it was something we ought to do. I even gave Patty full permission to call Angie and talk to her ahead of time about my relationship with my mother and my feminine desires, and Patty had done so -- at least three or four times that I knew of -- for more than an hour each time. 

When I asked Patty what she and Angie talked about, she told me without holding anything back. Things like: my past activities with my mother, my panty fetish, the strap-on, my masturbation habits, my interest in cream pie, how we shopped for bras, the thing with Fred that night at the store, and a lot more. I couldn't get mad at Patty for sharing all my sexual habits and secrets with Angie -- I did tell her it was okay to talk to her. I thought she was going to save me at least a little dignity, though. 

I was a little embarrassed to think about discussing this stuff with Angie. After all, she was almost a virtual stranger to me, but, there was something extremely exciting about it, too. Angie obviously had a great deal of experience with fetishes and sexual kinks. I knew she was a Domme, and from what Patty told me, a very successful one. She had an exclusive list of clients who visited her regularly. Angie also took special clients for 'one-on-one' and 'refresher' sessions. Patty took some time to explain to me, in her own words, what Angie did, saying "People come to Angie for training and advice, as well as fantasy and role play. She only works with males," Patty continued, "but she'll also include the man's wife, girlfriend, mother, sister and any other primary or secondary females to the male." I could only surmise that Angie was very thorough.

Apparently, by the time someone comes to Angie, they are mighty serious about wanting to accomplish something or reach some goal, demonstrated by the fact that Angie charged one thousand dollars a day, regardless of what you want. For that price, you get a tailor made solution either personally delivered by Angie, or by her assistants under Angie's direct and constant supervision. 

"Angie works with men that need or want to be feminized, sissified or punished," Patty went on to say. "It could be a fantasy they've always dreamed about which they want Angie to make come true, or, in some cases it's training or transformation, and they all come quite willingly. I've seen it, Paul," Patty added, "I've actually been there and seen what she does. This woman can tell what a man wants and needs."

So, with Patty's encouragement, I agreed to go see Angie. Of course, I didn't mind Patty going with me; by this time there were no secrets between us. I even agreed to put myself in Angie's hands -- alone - for a while. I promised Patty I'd be honest with her -- answer all her questions, and do as I was asked, regardless of what it was. That last part was a little unsettling to me, but Patty told me there was nothing to worry about. 

On the way out there, we talked a little more about what Angie does at her Villa. "Some males have a need to be punished by a dominant woman." Patty began. "Maybe it's a fantasy or it could be a deep seated desire. Sometimes, a client comes to Angie for punishment because he's been given an ultimatum by his primary female. Usually," Patty went on, "the females are allowed to join the male after the first or second day and spend three to five days at the Villa so they can watch and get the hang of punishing him themselves."

"Feminization," Patty continued, "is designed to strip the male of his masculinity and replace it with femininity. Sometimes it's permanent and sometimes it's temporary. But, Angie is very careful to take only clients where the male has voluntarily entered into this lifestyle."

Patty kept on, saying Angie had clients that wanted to experience temporary feminization as well as some that were looking for permanent feminization. When I asked what permanent feminization was, she told me it almost always involves giving the male a boob job. "Believe it or not," Patty chuckled, "Angie has a lot of feminization clients that want to have female looking breasts, but they want to keep their cocks in working order, too. So, they arrange for a cosmetic breast job and then train the male to act and look like a female -- but, with a working dick."

Sissification, as Patty explained it, was Angie's specialty. Not only was it more personally rewarding for Angie, but it was considerably more fun. Patty said that most of her Sissy clients were stable, well off, professional males who made a decision to live part of their lives in a Sissy lifestyle. "Angie has a waiting list to come to Sissy training," Patty pointed out, "and there are all types of sissies, too. There's Baby Sissies, Lolita Sissies, Adult Sissies, and more." 

Angie liked sissification because it almost always came with a primary female, and sometimes with a secondary female. Plus, she could mix in her favorite punishment and temporary feminization methods, and in just about every case, the males completely accepted her techniques without question -- in fact they were eager for it. She also found that her sissy clients came back more frequently and they typically brought their females with them for an extended time -- all for a thousand a day.

She told me all of this while we were driving out there, and my cock was hard as a rock as I drove. "I used to go out there sometimes on the weekends. Angie would let me watch her with the men and sometimes she'd let me tease them while they were restrained or being punished." Patty said. "But, Paul, I don't want you to get the wrong impression about Angie..... she's a very compassionate and warm person. She does what she does because no one else fills the same need. You'll like her..... you'll see!"

I was about to ask Patty to tell me some of the things she saw out there when she suddenly directed me off the main road onto a bumpy and washed out gravel road. "Don't worry," Patty informed me, "she keeps the road like this to make people think there's nothing out here."

After a half mile or so, the gravel road made a turn through the trees and we came upon a gate. Through the gate, the road was a perfectly groomed blacktop winding its way through the trees to a very large house off in the distance. As we got closer, Patty reached over to take my hand. "You nervous?" Patty asked.

"Yeah," I answered, "maybe a little since I know I'm going to be under a microscope here. I just hope you guys don't try something weird." 

"Like what?" Patty asked me. "You mean like knock you out and give you a boob job?"

"No," I replied, laughing. "I'm more worried about you guys getting together and making me do something embarrassing or humiliating in front of someone."

"Well," Patty said, "do I need to remind you about that night at the store when you stood naked in front of all those people and jerked yourself off while you sniffed my panties? Angie was there in the crowd, you know. She saw you that night! I don't know what could be more embarrassing or humiliating than that." 

"Yeah, okay," I replied, "I remember. So, explain to me why you insisted I wear the silk ruffled panties and a dressy bra today? You sure you're not keeping something from me?"

"I just wanted you to feel special today, that's all. You know I love you, Paul, and you know I wouldn't ever do anything to hurt you, right? It's just that, well, it's obvious you have some strong interests along these lines, and maybe Angie can provide some insight on them." Patty answered, as I pulled up in front of the big house and parked the car.

"Come on," Patty said, patting my hand, "let's just go in and have an open mind. You've got nothing to lose and I promise we can leave if you feel uncomfortable."

I was really getting nervous as I stepped out of the car and walked around to open the door for Patty. Like the angel she is, she swung her right leg out and held her legs open so I could get a long look at her panties under her short skirt. Today she was wearing some of her little girl cotton undies, and they were stretched tight over her hairless lips. I could see the crease between her labia clearly, as well as the damp spot in the exact middle of the gusset. She reached down to trace her finger up and down the crease as she looked up at me. "I'll give these to you later if you're a good girl today." She said, giggling. That should have been my first clue that she was up to something. She never refers to me as a 'girl' unless she's cooking something up. 

Then, closing her legs, she stepped from the car and we made our way to the door, hand in hand. A well dressed woman, about my mother's age, opened the door when we rang the bell. "Oh, Patricia!" The woman said with a big smile on her face as she hugged Patty. "It's so nice to see you again. Come on in, Angie is expecting you."

When we got inside, the woman introduced herself to me as Rosy, saying, "And you must be Paul. It's nice to meet you and thank you for coming."

Rosy ushered us through the spacious and well decorated house, leading us down a wide hallway. Stopping at the door at the end of the hallway, she knocked and I heard a voice on the other side of the door say "Come in." Rosy opened the door and held it open for Patty and me as we entered. As soon as Angie saw us, she immediately stood up from her desk and came to greet us. I heard the door close as Angie hugged Patty saying, "Patricia, you look wonderful!" And, then turning to me, Angie gave me a very short hug and said it was nice to see me again, too. I briefly thought about the last time Angie saw me -- the night Patty exposed me completely naked to all the people at Fred and Wilma's store. That night, Angie stood in the crowd and watched me masturbate in public for the very first time. That was a night I'll never forget. I was getting hard just remembering the way everyone's eyes were glued to my cock when I blew my wad in front of them. 

We all sat down on some couches she had in her office and Angie just smiled at us. The silence felt a little uncomfortable -- no one saying anything as we sat there. I didn't know exactly what to say, but Patty, picking up on my bashfulness, jumped right in. 

"Well," Patty began, "As I told you on the phone, Paul and I have questions along the lines of some of the things you do here. And, we were just wondering if you could spend some time with us and give us some suggestions on what we might do about them."

"Of course," Angie replied, "I've got all my clients taken care of for now. I don't have anything I absolutely need to do until early this evening - a 7:00 PM milking, I believe, but I'm free until then. So, of course, Patricia. I'd be happy to do what I can."

"Okay." Patty continued. "Well, like I mentioned on the phone, Paul has a long standing interest in lingerie and feminine role play. I really like that about him, and we both enjoy playing like that, but, I think he has some internal conflict and guilt about it. We just want to get those things out in the open and see if there's some resolution to it."

"I might be able to help with that." Angie replied. "Based on our phone conversations, I already have a pretty good idea what's going on." Then turning to me, Angie asked, "Paul, would you mind if I asked Patricia to step out for a while so you and I can spend some time together?"

"Uh, no. I guess that's okay." I said as I looked at Patty. 

"Let me just ask Rosy to come get Patricia and then we can chat." Angie said, as she stood up and walked to her desk. Patty walked over to me, and as I rose to meet her, she hugged me and whispered into my ear.

"Remember you promised to cooperate and do what she asked, Naughty Boy." Patty said. I pulled away from our hug and looked down at Patty's smiling face. "Don't worry," she added, "be honest with her and let's see if she can help."

A moment later, Rosy came in and after a brief second, she and Patty left the room, pulling the door closed behind them. The room got quiet and as I turned to look at Angie, she motioned to a chair across from her and invited me to sit down.

"You love her." Angie said, smiling broadly at me. "I can tell."




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 08



"Yes, I most certainly do. Very much." I replied.

"She loves you, too." Angie continued. "Just so you know, she and I spoke on the phone about you for several hours and, just about every other thing she said was about how wonderful you were and how much she loves you." 

That made me feel good, and as I reflected on what Angie said, I got this warm feeling in my chest. But that warm feeling faded when Angie spoke again. 

"Paul," she said, "come over here and stand in front of me, please."

Slowly, I stood up and took the few steps until I was standing about three feet in front of her. 

"Would you feel more comfortable with your clothes off, Paul?" Angie asked.

"What?" I answered.

"It's a simple question, Paul." She replied, as she took a step closer to me and placed her hand on my wrist. "I'm offering you a chance to take your clothes off."

"Uh, well..... I don't know. I wasn't expecting this." I said.

"Okay, then, let's try it this way," Angie continued, with a firmer voice this time, "I want you to take your shoes, shirt and pants off."

I looked at Angie and while she moved her hands to her hips as she stood across from me, she spoke again. "Paul, you're asking me to help you and I'm trying to do that. Take your clothes off so we can get started."

Without knowing why, I kneeled down and untied both of my shoes and took them off. Then reaching up to unbutton my shirt, I felt the bra under my shirt and I started to panic. Angie probably sensed my hesitation because she got my attention by saying, "Paul, I'm waiting. Take your shirt and pants off so I can see you. Please don't make me ask again. I don't want to resort to other methods."

My fingers resumed their task of unbuttoning my shirt, and when I finished, I looked at Angie. "That's good, Paul. Now take it off and hand it to me."

I held my shirt closed as I looked at her. After a second, she shook her head in disbelief, took a step toward me and reached up to pull the flaps of my shirt open and slide it down my shoulders. I felt like a child being undressed by his mother at the doctor's office. 

As my shirt slipped away, my arms automatically moved to cover my chest, trying to hide the fact I was wearing a bra from her. "Put your arms down." Angie said softly.

When I lowered my arms, she moved right in front of me and reached up to straighten the bra's shoulder straps and then she placed both her hands over my bra cups. "Paul, does it make you uncomfortable for me to see you like this? With a bra on?" She asked.

I couldn't speak. I tried to say something, but my mouth was dry. 

"Paul?" Angie said. "Please answer me."

I shook my head and cleared my throat. "No, I'm not uncomfortable." I answered.

"No," Angie replied, "I wouldn't think so, either. You should be used to wearing lingerie by now. But, something's making you uneasy, isn't it? Tell me what it is."

"Uh, it's just that I wasn't really expecting to have to undress today. Patty said we were just going to talk." I said.

"No Paul," Angie said quickly, "you're not being very honest with me. Now, I'll ask again. Tell me why you're not cooperating. Tell me the truth this time."

I felt myself blush and a hot flash spread across my cheeks and chest. Angie was very perceptive and I don't know how she knew I was lying. It wasn't the fact that I was standing in front of her with a bra on, or even the fact that I was wearing those silky, ruffled panties under my pants that made me uneasy.

"I'm hard." I mumbled.

"I'm sorry," she said as she looked up into my face, "Speak up, Paul. I didn't hear you."

"I'm hard." I repeated. "I've got an erection."

"And you know that when you take your pants off, I'm going to see your erection inside your panties and you're afraid I'll think this is sexually exciting for you. Is that right?" Angie cut right to the quick.

I nodded my head up and down.

"Honestly, I would be worried if you weren't sexually excited, Paul. You're a full grown man who's about to undress yourself and stand in front of me in only a bra and a pair of sexy panties. Believe me, I can fully understand why you're cock is hard." She said softly, as she searched for my nipples through the bra cups. "Now, quit wasting time and do as I asked. Undo your pants and let them fall to the floor so I can see you properly."

Mysteriously, my hands followed her instructions. I unfastened my belt, undid my pants and let them drop. I couldn't bear to look at her so I turned my face away and stared at the wall across the room. Angie took a step backwards and looked at me. "I like them." She said, referring to the ruffled bridal panties I was wearing. "They're nice and girly. Tell me, Paul, do you like them?"

I managed to croak out a "Yes". 

"I bet you do." Angie added. "You like them because they make you feel feminine. Isn't that right? They have those cute ruffles on the back and you love the way they feel. Say it Paul, admit it out loud to me." She urged.

Her words caused me to think, and when I didn't answer quick enough, Angie said, "Paul, we're never going to get anywhere if you don't open up to me. There's no one here but you and me. So, go ahead and answer my question. I think I've been very patient with you so far, but my patience is running out."

"Yes," I mumbled, "I like them. I like the way they look and the way they feel."

"You didn't answer my question, Paul." She replied. "I asked you if you liked them because they make you feel feminine. Tell me if I'm wrong about that."

"Uh," I began, "no, you're not wrong. It's just that, uh, well...."

"Go on," she said, "I'm listening."

"It's just that it's hard to stand here like this and admit it to, uh..... a woman." I answered. "Most women aren't very forgiving towards a man wants to dress like this."

"Good. Now we're finally getting somewhere." She said, smiling softly at me. Angie held out her hand and helped me step out of the pants that were puddled around my ankles. Once my feet were free, she sat down on her couch and pulled me to stand in front of her.

"Tell me," she began, "do you like females, Paul? Do you get hard, maintain an erection, and feel sexually gratified after you've had sex with a female?"

"Yes." I replied. 

"That's because you have a typical male sex drive, Paul." She added. "And deep inside your head, you know you'll get the sexual gratification you need as a man by sexually interacting with a female. Does that make sense to you?" 

I nodded my head up and down and told her it made sense.

"The problem is," Angie said, as she grasped my hands gently and pulled my bra and panty clad body closer to her, "for you it's not that simple. When you were young, your mother dressed you in girl's panties. By doing that, she planted the seeds of a gender conflict in your young brain. As you got older, you learned to get sexual gratification from wearing girl's clothes and over time, your mother reinforced that behavior by giving you your own panties and letting you have her worn panties to masturbate with. In effect, she trained you to associate female clothing with sexual pleasure. And then, in your quest to experience more intense pleasure, you role played and emulated a young girl, and you've been doing it ever since."

She went on, saying, "Outwardly, you want to be a man and be able to take advantage of your male sex drive. But, there's a part of you that is infatuated with being a girl, and now that you're grown up, the girl in you is ready to be sexually active."

"So," Angie said, "the conflict you're having is the struggle between the man and the girl in you. If you want the conflict to go away, you either have to reject one, or accept them both. It's that simple"

"Paul, I see this dilemma routinely with my clients, and it's totally explainable." Angie added. "You have all the classic behaviors, mannerisms and desires of a 'Sissy', which is a man that derives sexual pleasure from dressing and acting as a pre-adult girl."

"It probably started around puberty," she went on, "and I'm betting you've always been attracted to submissive and humiliating fantasies, female cross-dressing and you've probably even had an overwhelming desire to have sex like a female, since most Sissies are bisexual."

Angie paused for a second and looked at me. She scooted forward on the couch and reached forward to place her hands on the front of my panties, pressing her hand against my hard cock. Then, looking up at me, she continued to speak.

"As I understand it, your mother dressed you up as her daughter and you had intimate contact with her while you were dressed like that. I'm sure all this made a huge impact on your sexual development, but, when you couldn't go to the next level and actually perform sexually as a female, it left you empty and wanting more. You had no choice but to fend for yourself and live out your desires secretly while you existed as a man."

As Angie spoke, she was lightly caressing my hard cock inside my panties and running her hands over my butt, feeling the delicate ruffles. When she looked up at me as she stopped talking, she had a gentle smile on her face. "Paul, you're a Sissy. It's as simple as that." She said. 

Angie explained more about Sissies and in the space of an hour, Angie had put into words and fully described the conflict that had filled my life from the time I was a young kid. "Shit." I sighed. "Everything you've said makes sense."

"Patty told me you had a girl name you use. Your sister's name I think. What was it again?" Angie asked.

"Sissy." I answered. "I always called her Sissy." 

"Well, that's somewhat appropriate, don't you think?" Angie replied as she smiled up at me. Then, continuing to smile, she said, "Slip your panties down for me, Sissy."

As my hands went to the waistband of my panties, Angie sat back and told me to lower them to my knees, adding, "I don't want you to take your panties off, they look way too cute on you. I just want you to display your cock to me."

I slid my panties down my thighs and left them there. When my cock pulled free of the silky garment, it bounced and waved back and forth in front of her. Seeing my hard tool sticking out in front of me, she leaned forward and took my member in her hands and stroked it slowly. "You've got a magnificent cock, Sissy." Angie whispered up to me. "I see so many that aren't even half this big. It's nice to feel a big, hard one for a change."

I could tell that Angie knew how to stroke a cock. I guess in the same way a man doesn't know exactly how to touch a woman perfectly, so many women don't know how to touch a man perfectly. But Angie, just like Patty, knew how to handle a man's prick. She used a combination of squeezing and stroking to bring a drop of precum to the tip of my cock. Then touching her finger to the drop, she held her hand up to me and said, "Suck."

I bent down and took her finger into my mouth and sucked. "Very good, Sissy." Angie said. "Now, I want you to pay attention again."

Angie told me I needed to accept the fact that I was an honest-to-goodness Sissy -- part man, and part girl. "You can be manly when you want to, and be a Sissy when you want to. That's the beauty of being a Sissy, Paul. You can choose when you're going to be your Sissy persona." Then she added, "But, you have to fully accept it as the way you are and you have to quit fighting it. It will touch every part of your life, and if you'll just learn to accept it, you can control it instead of it controlling you."

"There's something else you need to know." Angie said as she worked another drop of precum up to the tip of my cock and then offered it up to me. As I sucked the sticky precum off her finger, she let go of my cock and stood up to face me. "You're going to have to face the fact that you're bisexual. You know that's true -- it has to be if you're really a Sissy. As a man, you're going to want to have sex with women the normal way you always have, by using your cock. But when you're a Sissy, you're going to want to have a cock. And from what Patricia's told me, I think you've already realized that."

Angie explained to me that in all her years of being a Domme, she's learned that the hardest thing for a Sissy to accept is that they are bisexual. She said a Sissy who can't admit they are bisexual will spend their whole life trying to convince them selves they aren't. She urged me to accept it and realize it was part of who I was. Along with that, I had to accept the fact that my interest in sucking cock and taking one in my butt was going to be something I would have to manage responsibly.

"Sissy," she said, "I want you to repeat after me. Whatever I say, I want you to repeat it back to me. Can you do that?"

I nodded my head and said I would. "Good," she replied, "let's try it."

"I am a Sissy." Angie said out loud. Then added, " I'm bisexual and I'm not ashamed of it."

I knew what she was up to. She was using a well known self-confidence technique to get me to say those words, hoping that once I'd said them, I would start to believe them. And while I thought it was a little trite and demeaning to make me repeat after her, I recognized the need for me to say those words out loud.

"I'm a Sissy," I said, "I'm bisexual and I'm not ashamed of it."

"Again," Angie said, "but this time like you mean it."

So I said it again, this time a little louder. Then she had me do it again, and again and again until I was almost shouting it. "Very good," Angie praised me, "I want you to do that three times every day for a month while you're looking in the mirror."

"Now, there's another matter to consider." Angie said, with a serious tone to her voice. "Patricia."

So far, I completely understood everything Angie was saying and as far as I was concerned, I believed she was really trying to help me. But, when she brought up Patty, I went into a tail spin. 

Angie reached out and took my hand and placed it on my cock. "Stroke yourself, Sissy. But, don't cum or I'll have to punish you. And believe me, I mean that."

Once I started jacking myself, she sat on the couch again, leaned back, crossed her legs and watched me. After two or three minutes, I slowed down because I started to feel like I was getting close to cumming. "I can help you learn to throttle your excitement, Paul." Angie added. "Most Sissies have a bit of an exhibitionist in them, and you'll be tempted to display yourself while you're being a Sissy. The only thing is, once you have your climax and your excitement is over, it's common to feel regret, shame and humiliation over your actions. You have to learn to slow down and be in charge of your emotions and your cock. Don't let the little head control the big head, Sissy."

I slowed my stroking down even more and loosened the grip on my pole as my hand rubbed up and down. "Now," she said, "what are we going to do about Patricia?"

"I should probably talk to her and tell her what we talked about." I answered. 

"Oh, I like that idea, Sissy. I like it very much. And what would you tell her?" Angie asked.

I started to list it all off, starting with the fact that I was a Sissy, I was bisexual, that I loved Patty and that I wanted her to accept me as a Sissy and as a Man. I also said I wanted Patty to help me be a good Sissy and I wanted her to be my partner in this.

"All that is just perfect, Sissy!" Angie complimented me. "There's one thing I might suggest, though. A Sissy really needs a mother figure to take charge sometimes -- to give you direction, permission, discipline and training. If you really love Patricia and want her to be your Sissy partner, you should probably ask her to be your 'Mommy'." 

She had a damn good point, and it seemed like a good idea especially since Patty had already assumed that role the night she made love to my virgin ass with her strap-on. 

"Stop stroking, Sissy." She ordered. "There are a couple more things I want to tell you and then I'm going to have you do something nice for Patricia."

She pointed down to my seriously leaking cock. "A good Sissy always cleans herself up. That means with your mouth. It also means no hesitation, no stalling and no complaints. And not only do you have to clean yourself, but you have to clean your Mommy, and anyone she asks you to clean. That's just part of being a Sissy and you'll learn to love it, believe me. Even if you have to clean up someone else's cum from your Mommy's pussy, you'll gladly do it, I assure you."

"And speaking of that," she said, "I hope you're ready to accept a submissive role when you're in your Sissy persona. That's your place now, submissive to your Mommy. When you're not being a Sissy, then you don't have to be submissive if you don't want to. But, when ever you're playing your Sissy role, your Mommy should always look out for you. You should always mind her, never question her and always respect her wisdom and abide by her wishes."

"Here's the kicker that goes with that." Angie explained. "Listen closely and make sure you heed the implied warning here. When you're in your Sissy role, you have no right to expect your Mommy not to have other sexual partners. You better be damn good and ready to let her have other men or women. You could be expected to help get the man hard, put his cock in her and then stand to the side and watch her have sex. Then afterwards, you could be asked to clean them both up. If you can't do that, then perhaps you're going to have to be a Sissy without a Mommy. What I want you to do is talk to Patricia about it soon -- like tonight or tomorrow and get all this decided ahead of time. She's had exposure to Sissies before, so she'll know to expect a discussion like this."

I told her I understood all that. I confided in her that I was hoping to be the one to take her virginity. It was difficult to accept, but I told Angie I would allow Patty to have the pleasure she wanted, and if that meant other men or women, I wouldn't put up a fuss. Angie told me most Sissies enjoyed cleaning up their Mommies after she had sex, and she suspected I wouldn't be any different. "It's something you'll look forward too, I imagine." She added. 

"I'm not saying she'll use this as an excuse to look for other partners," Angie said, "all I'm saying is that it's part of the Sissy lifestyle and you better be aware of that. Honestly, based on what she's told me, I'm betting the two are going to be pretty exclusive to each other."

I was glad to hear that, for sure. 

"Lastly, I want you to think about the way you are dressed right now. Not the fact that you're in your bra and panties, but the fact that you're panties are pulled down." She said. "I tell all my Sissies to get used to being seen like that. Some Mommies will want to show their Sissies off. Sometimes it's for their own enjoyment, maybe sometimes because they're proud of you. Sometimes it might be to embarrass or humiliate you, especially if you've been a bad Sissy. So not only do you have to be ready to be dressed in anyway they ask, including lingerie and any female attire, but, you have to be ready to lower your panties if she asks you to. Not all the way off, remember. Just be ready to quickly lower them to your thighs or your knees and don't ever cover up. In your Sissy role, your Mommy makes decisions for you and she has the right to dress you or undress you in any way she pleases, and that includes exposing you. When you to lower your panties, you're acknowledging your submissiveness to her. It's a sign of respect."

Angie and I talked for a while longer and while we did, I cleaned the drippings from my cock just the way she taught me. She finally stood up and came close to me and hugged me. "Paul, you're going to be a fine Sissy, I know you are. And Patricia will be a wonderful Mommy for you. I hope you'll think about coming to see me for a day or two sometime in the future - no charge, of course, so I can train you on some of the finer points of being a Sissy. Patricia has some knowledge of Sissification, so I'm sure she'll help you, too. And that brings me to almost the last thing we need to do."




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 08



Angie turned and walked over to her desk. She opened a drawer and pulled out a digital camera and said, "Come over here, Sissy. We're going to make a nice present for you to give Patricia when we're done here."

"What's the camera for?" I asked.

"You'll see. I do this for all my Sissies and their Mommies. She'll love it and I promise she'll always treasure it." She replied.

She pushed a button on her desk and a pink, billowy drape fell from her ceiling. Four or five spot lights came on, all directed at the drape as it hung down. "Come here," Angie beckoned, "stand right here in front of the backdrop and I'll take your picture." She pulled me in front of the drape and meticulously adjusted every strap on my bra and readjusted my panties so they were perfectly half way down my thighs, with my balls hanging just above the waistband. She reached over to her desk and handed me a rose, and then she adjusted the way I was holding the rose so it laid between the cups of my bra as I held it with both hands. Then when she was absolutely satisfied that everything was perfect, she held the camera up, told me to smile and took the picture. 

"Come watch." Angie said, motioning me to come stand next to her. She hooked the camera up to her computer and pulled up the picture from the camera. In a flash, she was editing, cropping -- adding contrast and deepening the color until the picture looked just like it came from a professional studio. Then, she printed the picture on a 5x7 glossy and set it on her desk. I watched as she walked to a cabinet and pulled out a small box. Opening the box, she removed a brilliant, gold, double sided frame. I watched as she unfolded the double frame and set it on her desk. 

"Pull your panties up, Sissy," she said, "then sit here at my desk and we'll put the final touches on Patricia's present. 

Angie brought me a 5x7 card and a ball point pen. "Here's what we're going to do," she said, "we'll put the picture in the frame on one side, and on the facing side, we'll put a note from you, professing your love and adoration for her. When she opens it up, she'll see the picture and she'll have your handwritten note of undying love. She'll cherish it."

"Before you start writing," she added, "think about what you want to say and remember you have to get it all one this one card. Write clearly and don't misspell anything. Sissy, this frame is plated with real gold and she'll keep this forever, so make sure your words are worthy of lasting forever. Now get busy while I get the picture trimmed and put it in the frame."

Angie took the picture and the frame and went to another small desk in her office and started working on the picture. I spent a minute or so thinking about what I was going to say and how many lines and words the card would hold. When I was ready, I began to write:

"My Dearest Patty, I am a Man that loves you with my entire being. With every sunrise, my love for you grows stronger and bolder. But, I am more than just a Man, Patty. I am a Sissy, and I need a Mommy to love me and nurture me. It would make me the happiest person alive if you would accept me as your Man, and your Sissy, and do me the honor of being my Mommy. I pledge my never ending love and submission to you, forever and for always -- until the end of time." 

I was careful to print as clearly and legibly as I could, taking special care to get the spacing correctly and the size of the words uniform. My planning paid off and when I was done, I laid it down and admired my work. 

"My God!" I heard Angie gasp from behind me. "That's good, Sissy -- I mean that's really good. I can't wait to see her face when she reads those words."

Angie took the handwritten card and placed it in the back of the frame and closed up the velvet backing. Opening up the double frame and setting it on her desk, we both looked at it and she read the words out loud. 

"Damn, if she doesn't take you as her Sissy, I sure will!" Angie exclaimed to me. "That's probably the best one of these I've ever seen done." 

Then, she took the frame, closed it up and slipped it back into its box. I watched as she pulled a pre-cut piece of golden wrapping paper out of her cabinet and carefully taped it and wrapped it with ribbon. When she placed it on the desk in front of me, it looked just like it came from Tiffany's. 

"Well," she said as she pulled me by the arm up out of her chair, "do you have any questions about anything we discussed or your new lifestyle? I know Patty will help you out, and, you know my door is always open to you free of charge."

"No," I said, "I really don't know what to say, except 'Thank You'. Every concern and issue that was bothering me seems to be solved now. I'm amazed and grateful and I wish there was some way I could repay your kindness and generosity. If I can ever do something for you, I hope you'll call me."

"If you promise to love Patricia and make her as happy as you possibly can, that will be thanks enough, Paul." She said, using my male name. "Now, if you don't have any questions, there's one more right of passage you need to experience before I can graduate you here today. Come over here with me."

Angie led me to a spot in the middle of her office and told me to stand there. She then turned and walked back to the cabinet where she pulled the frame from. Opening the side panel of the cabinet, she reached in and pulled out a gold chain, about three feet long. Then walking to her desk and opening one of the drawers, she pulled out a small silk bag and walked back over to me. 

Bending down in front of me, Angie reached down to the floor and removed a circular brass plate from the carpet. Underneath the plate was a recessed golden eyehook. "Lower you panties, Sissy. Just like I taught you, and then spread your feet apart." She instructed.

Wondering what she was up to, I did what she asked. After I spread my legs, she opened up the small silk bag and removed a small strap, probably five or six inches long. Reaching up under my balls to grasp my cock and balls together, she wrapped the strap snugly around the base of my cock and around my nut sack. Then, she attached a small golden padlock to the strap, locking it around me, and attached one end of the chain to it. 

Putting her hands on my hips, she shuffled me forward so I was standing directly over the eyehook and then used another golden padlock to attach the other end of the chain tightly to the eyehook, effectively chaining me to her floor by my cock, unable to move.

"When you leave today," Angie said as she stood up, "I'll put all this in the sack and it will be my gift to you and Patricia. You can keep it and use it as you please. She might use it for punishment or humiliation, but, I've found that most Sissies and their Mommies find the harness, locks and chain a bonding experience and I've never once heard a Sissy complain about their Mommies using it. I hope you'll grow to understand the importance of submission and be willing to let her lock you down when she feels it's necessary." 

Then, Angie walked to the desk and picked up the wrapped picture frame and the rose and brought it to me. Handing it to me and then the silk bag, she told me that the keys to the locks were in the bag and instructed me to stay as I was until she returned. "I'm going to go get Patricia now," Angie told me, "and when I bring her in, I want her to see you standing straight up, with your panties down and a hard cock to welcome her. I'll bring her over to you and you can give her your present, along with the bag and the keys."

Angie had a broad smile on her face, but it wasn't a smile of amusement. It was a smile of satisfaction -- of a job well done. As she put the harness around my cock and balls, she'd done it with such speed, skill and expertise - I knew she'd done this before. "This little ceremony," Angie explained as she admired her work, "is symbolic of your need to have Patricia unlock you from your fear and shame. It's also a testament of your willingness to be punished. It probably seems silly to you, but, I'm sure it will be quite meaningful to her. Just don't be surprised if Patricia seems shocked initially -- it happens sometimes."

With that, Angie knelt down and took my cock gently in her mouth. After a second, she pulled off and licked around the head and then took me fully, burying her nose at the base of my hard cock. Honestly, her oral attention startled me, and as soon as she did it, I immediately felt guilt pains in my heart. I'd promised Patty I wouldn't ever cheat on her and here I was letting another woman suck my rod. I stood there while she sucked me for probably two or three minutes, and she was good. She was very good.

But, Angie finally pulled herself off my cock, stood up and faced me. "Just so you know, I had Patricia's permission to do that. I seldom see a cock as nice as yours and she told me I could sample it if I wanted to. So, don't feel guilty about it. Besides," Angie said as she wiped her mouth with a tissue and pointed to the harness and chain locked around my manhood, "you couldn't have stopped me if you wanted to."

Angie finally stepped back and looked me over. She reached down and straightened my panties and said I looked perfect. "I'll be back in less than five minutes with Patricia and then the rest is up to you, Sissy." She said to me. "I wish you and Patricia the best."

To be continued...



Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 09



Warning: This is the ninth chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a "Quick Read", but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure. 

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I watched as Angie walked to the door and opened it. Then, turning her head back to me, she smiled and left. I was left in the silence of the big room, standing there in my bra and panties, my cock and balls exposed, chained and locked to the floor.

As I waited for Angie to return with Patty, I thought about what I was going to say to my A-Cup angel when she came in. Then, I realized there was nothing I was expected to say. Angie was going to bring her to me and I was going to give her the present and the sack that held the key to my cock and ball chains. It was the longest few minutes of my life, believe me, and every time I heard a sound, I readied myself for the door to open. Finally, I heard Angie and Patty's voices at the door, and then a second later, the door opened and I saw Patty.

To say she was surprised to see me almost naked and my cock and balls chained to the floor was a serious understatement. She stopped cold and her hands flew to her cheeks in shock. She turned to Angie with a scowl on her face, building with anger. Angie, in her wisdom, reached out to grasp Patty's hands and told her to relax, saying, "Everything is fine, Patricia. Go to him. He has something for you."

As Patty approached me, all the color in her face seem to drain and I could tell she was in shock and speechless. When she got right next to me, Patty bent down to see the way my cock and balls were tightly chained to the floor and then she turned to look at Angie. Turning back to me, she threw her arms around me and told me she had no idea this was going to happen and she was so sorry for bringing me here. As she fiddled with the strap around my cock to try to get it loose, I put my hands on her shoulders and straightened her so I could look her in the eyes. 

"No, Patty," I said, "please don't be sorry and don't be mad at what you see. It's not what you think, I assure you."

As Patty's questioning eyes searched mine for answers, I continued speaking to her, saying, "I needed this. I mean that, Patty, please believe me. Listen to me..... Angie did it, Baby, she resolved all my issues and I can put all my guilt and shame behind me."

I handed her the silk bag containing the keys to my bonds. "The keys to my chains are in here, Patty. When you feel its right, you can release me. And any time you wish to put me back in them, you have my permission."

Patty took the bag and looked inside. Reaching in, she found four golden keys she could use to open the padlocks that held my genitals to the floor. When she looked up into my eyes again, I handed her the present and told her I loved her.

"Go ahead," I said, "open it."

By now, Patty seemed a bit calmer and the color had returned to her face. Like any woman would, she carefully pulled the tape from the wrapping paper around the box and unfolded it. Once the paper was removed, she opened the box and pulled out the double folded frame. Then, as I stood anxiously waiting, she opened up the frame. As soon as she saw the picture of me with my panties down and my cock sticking out, her jaw dropped. Then, I saw her eyes look on the facing side of the frame and she started reading my handwritten words. 

It seemed like it took an eternity for her to read what I'd written, and once she was done, she went back and read it again. As she read it a second time, I saw a tear come to her eye. When she finished reading it the second time, she looked up into my eyes and smiled as a lone tear rolled down her cheeks.

"Oh, Paul," she sighed as she reached up and hung her hands around my neck, "of course, baby.... of course I'll accept you as my Man and my Sissy."

More tears had started to stream down her face as she handed me the frame and asked me to read the words to her. As I read it, her eyes were locked on mine and it seemed she hung on every word. When I finished reading, I handed her the frame back and said, "Will you be my Mommy?"

With a mixture of a giggle and a sniffle, Patty reached up on her tiptoes and kissed me on the lips. "I'm already your Mommy, Sweetheart. You know that – there's no need to ask me."

Patty and I hugged for a few seconds until Angie walked up next to us and put her hands on both our shoulders. "Tell her about the chain, Sissy."

Patty wiped the wetness from her eyes as she looked at me. Looking back at her, I said, "The cock strap, gold chain, gold locks, and the gold keys in that bag are for us to take when we leave, and for you to use in any manner you see fit in the future. As you can see, I'm locked down now, but, when you unlock me, it will release me from all my fears and shame. I'll be a new man, Patty..... and a new Sissy."

"Nicely said." Angie remarked, complimenting me. Then putting her arm around Patty, she said, "Patricia, this man loves you more that you can imagine – I'm convinced of that. He pledged his love, adoration and submission to you in front of me. He realizes now that he's a Sissy and he's been told exactly what that means and he's fully accepted it. I've offered to see him for training without charge, and I'll make the same offer to you as his primary female. If either of you ever feel the need to return for training or counseling, I'm at your disposal."

"You pledged your submission, Paul?" Patty questioned me. "And you know what that means? I mean you really know what that means?"

I nodded my head and told her I did.

Turning to Angie, Patty asked if she explained to me what pledging my submission meant and what it entailed. "Oh yes," Angie replied, "I did. I explained everything and he accepted it. I think he's hoping to be the one to take your virginity, but, he said he would comply with all the Sissy expectations. You're going to have to help him understand everything in explicit detail, Patricia – don't get me wrong on that. He's going to have a lot of questions and he'll probably make a lot of mistakes. Talk to him patiently and I can help you along the way." 

"Oh, and before I forget," Angie added, "he wasn't any trouble to me at all. If all my clients were like him, I'd be out of business. He's welcome back anytime."

"Paul," Patty said, getting my attention back, "no kidding now – you pledged your submission to me? Tell me the truth. I want to see it in your eyes."

"Yes, I did. I said it willingly, and I meant it with all my heart." I answered. 

Patty melted into my arms and we kissed like horny teenagers in the back of a Chevy van. Angie stood next to us, smiling as she watched us kiss. After a minute, Angie politely cleared her throat a couple of times to interrupt us. 

"Patricia, could I speak with you alone for just a moment?" Angie asked, gesturing towards the door. "Oh, yeah, sure." Patty answered. 

Patty reached up on her toes and kissed me again and then she turned to walk toward the door with Angie. As she got a few steps away, Patty turned toward me and smiled. "Don't you move, you Naughty Boy!"

I smiled back and pointed down to the chain holding my cock to the floor. "You've got the key, so, I'm not going anywhere until you unlock me, remember?"

Angie and Patty giggled together as they turned and walked to the door and then walked out. I stood there patiently for several minutes until they returned, and when they did, Patty had a huge grin on her face. Now, if I had to describe her grin, I would call it a mischievous grin and I knew the two of them were up to something. 

They were both smiling as they sauntered up to me. Patty stood on one side and Angie stood on the other side. Patty reached down and wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked it gently, making me moan with pleasure. Angie was the first to speak, saying, "Sissy, as a reward for being such a cooperative student, I've suggested to Patricia that you be allowed to experience some of the pleasures of being a Sissy before you leave here today. After careful consideration, she's consented. So right now, preparations are being made to give you some pleasure and a reward."

I looked at Patty and she had a smile on her face as big as Texas. Her hand was jacking me perfectly, just the way I like it and as I looked down, a bead of precum was about to drip from the tip of my cock. As Angie taught me, I wiped it up with my fingers and then brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean. "Now, that's impressive!" Patty exclaimed. 

"There's only one thing, Sissy, and you better listen closely." Angie warned. "If you fail to follow your Mommy's instructions, or fail to obey us in any way while you're here, Patricia has agreed to let me punish you, and I promise you, I'm no stranger to using a strap on a man's backside. So, think carefully before you answer my next question."

She paused a moment to let her words sink in. Then she asked, "Sissy, do you agree to receive your pleasure and your reward, and do you accept the risk of being punished if you fail to obey in every way?"

I looked at Patty and she was silently nodding her head up and down as she smiled. Taking the cue from my Angel, I nodded my head and answered "Yes."

"Now be sure," Angie warned again, "you must do exactly as she and I say or you'll be immediately punished the same way I punish other men that misbehave. There will be no second chances and no warnings. Do you agree?"

"Yes." I repeated my answer.

"Okay then, it's settled." Angie replied. "Patricia, it's up to you to release your Sissy. If you'll remove the locks and the chains, I think everything should be just about ready."

Patty kissed me and reached into the silk bag to pull out one of the keys. As she knelt to unlock the padlock holding the chain to the floor, she looked up to me and said, "Sissy, when I unlock this lock, you'll be freed from all the guilt and shame from your past. You'll be a new Man and a new Sissy."

Patty turned the key and removed the lock from the golden eyehook in the floor. Letting the chain hang free, she reached up to the lock that attached the top of the chain to the thick strap that circled my cock and balls. Angie reached down to pull my cock up so Patty could clearly see what she was doing, and as Angie grasped me, another bubble of precum percolated up to the top of my cock. As soon as it happened, Angie wiped it up with her finger and then to my amazement, put her finger into her own mouth.

"Umm," Angie moaned, "He's delicious, Patricia. I envy you having a nice penis with such a wonderful taste at your disposal. Better watch this one closely, my dear."

"Oh, I do." Patty said as she rose from her kneeling position. "But, I keep him pretty well satisfied. Don't I, Sissy?"

"That you do, my Angel." I answered. 

"Sissy," Angie said, "now that you've been released and your Mommy has accepted you, there's no turning back. You're her Sissy. When you're in your Sissy role, you are never to disrespect her and you are never to disobey. This might be hard to do at times, but, she has a reason for everything she asks you to do. Remember that." 

Then looking at Patty, Angie said, "The Sissy is all yours, Patricia. Room 4 should be prepared and ready by now. Have him remove his panties and give them to you. We'll take him there exposed. This will be his first lesson in who controls what he wears." 

Patty told me to slip my panties off and hand them to her. When I'd done that, she took me by the hand and together, we left Angie's office with Angie walking a few steps behind us. Patty's hand felt warm in mine and as we walked, I unconsciously raised her hand and kissed the back of it, telling her over and over again I loved her. I didn't see anyone in the hallway, but it wouldn't have mattered if we did. I felt so content at the moment, nothing would have bothered me.

I soon found myself standing in front of a door with a large number "4" on it. "Ready?" Patty asked.

"Yes." I answered. "But, can you tell me what's in there?" I asked.

"You'll get your pleasure inside this room." Patty said. "The reward will come after this, provided you don't have to be punished, Sissy."

Angie opened the door and held it for us as Patty and I walked in. I couldn't believe what was waiting for me in there, and I stopped and looked at Patty in surprise. "Come on." She said, tugging at my hand. "Stay up with me and put your eyes back in your head."

It was a small room, but in the middle of the room, hanging from the ceiling was some type of suspended swinging contraption. In that contraption, the older woman I met earlier, Rosy, was completely naked, and her legs were splayed unbelievably wide and her hairless pussy was on perfect display to me. 

Patty led me right up to Rosy, and I mean right up between her legs. There was probably no more than a six inches between the tip of my cock and her suspended, naked body.

"When was the last time your cock was in a pussy, Sissy?" Angie asked. 

"Uh, well..... I'm not quite sure, maybe two years ago – something like that." I answered.  

"Rosy has kindly agreed to break your dry spell," Patty explained to me, "but you better pay attention, or you know what will happen."

Angie stepped toward some buttons on the wall and as she did, Patty edged me up closer and closer to Rosy's pussy. When I was only an inch or so away, Patty held my cock down, positioning it horizontal to the floor and then spoke to Angie.

"She's a little high. Bring her down some." Patty said to Angie. Then, to my complete amazement, Angie pushed a button and I heard a motor whine - and the swinging contraption holding Rosy's naked body lowered, very slowly.

"Stop." Patty said, once Rosy's pussy was exactly even with my cock. "That's perfect."

When Angie walked back over to us and stood next to me, Patty told me to reach out and put my hands on Rosy's thighs. When I did, Patty grasped my cock tightly and Angie moved behind me and put her hands on my hips. 

"When we scoot you forward," Patty said, "you push her gently out in front of you and hold her away from your cock - so the two of you aren't touching. Understand?"

"Absolutely." I replied. 

Immediately, I felt Angie nudging my hips toward Rosy, and I inched my feet forward to keep up with her. As she moved me, I pushed Rosy's naked and suspended body out in front of me. It took a few moments to move me into the correct position, and while they adjusted me, I held Rosy's body out away from me. 

"That's good," Angie said, "although I'm disappointed he didn't blow it already. Most men can't get this right on their third or forth try. Hardly any of them get this far the first time without feeling the bite of my strap."

"Told ya," Patty answered, "I know my man."

"Sissy," Patty said, turning her attention back to me, "when I tell you, I want you to relax your pressure on Rosy's thighs and let her body swing back toward yours. And don't move – you stay exactly where you are and don't move a muscle."

"Oh!" Angie gasped. "Hold on a second. We forgot something."

Angie let go of my hips and walked to a small table against one of the walls. She reached into the drawer, pulled something out and walked back and handed whatever it was to Patty. My curiosity was quickly satisfied when Patty produced a bottle of personal lubricant and squeezed a large amount out on my cock and then slathered it all over my hard pole. 

Then, holding my slippery cock straight out again, Patty told me to relax my pressure and let Rosy slowly swing back toward me. As I relaxed my pressure on Rosy's thighs, her shaved pussy moved right toward my hardened cock. "Slowly now, Sissy." Patty said.

As the distance between Rosy's pussy and my cock got smaller and smaller, Patty was moving my rod back and forth and up and down as if she was going to align my cock up with Rosy's hairless pussy. I started to worry as the distance between us got to be almost nothing, but since she didn't tell me to stop, I kept going.

Finally, it became clear to me that their intention couldn't be anything other than impaling Rosy's pussy on my cock. Then it hit me, that's why they adjusted the height of the swing and lubricated my cock. "Holy crap!" My mind yelled out. Is Patty actually going to let me fuck this woman's pussy right in front of her and Angie?

I needn't have worried, and as much as I was ready to experience the feel of thrusting my rod once again into a hot, wet pussy, it wasn't going to turn out like I thought. When Rosy's pussy lips were barely rubbing against my cock head, Patty held my cock still and I felt Angie give my butt a slight push. As she did, Patty guided my cock in between Rosy's labia and before I knew it, my cock head was gently cradled at the mouth of the older woman's bald vagina.

"Okay, that's it." Patty said to Angie. "He's in her." Then looking up at me, Patty reminded me not to move one iota.

Patty pulled her hand back from my cock and told me to let Rosy's weight go and let her move all the way onto me. "Fuck!" my mind screamed. 

Slowly releasing my hold back pressure from Rosy's thighs, I watched as her perfectly bare pussy swallowed my cock, inch by inch until her hairless mound was pushed up against my pubic hair. Both Angie and Patty bent down to inspect our genital union, feeling around and asking Rosy if she was comfortable. When they were satisfied that the fit was right, both girls nodded and Angie spoke.

"Sissy," Angie began, "this is a technique I use with men and their mothers or their sisters. It's used to teach respect, restraint and humility. If you move your body even a fraction of an inch, or thrust your cock up into Rosy's body just once, you'll get my strap. The only thing you are to do is stand there just like you are now, and enjoy the feel of this kind woman's vagina around your cock. If you obey, I promise you will experience a new kind of pleasure you have probably never felt before. Do you understand?"  

As I did before, I nodded my head and answered "Yes."

"Good." Angie replied. "Then we can begin." Angie turned and nodded her head to Rosy and a moment later, I felt Rosy's pussy grip my cock and then release. She did it again, and this time she squeezed me harder. Then, rhythmically, Rosy began squeezing my cock and releasing. Time after time she did it, and after thirty seconds or so, I moaned out uncontrollably. "Oooohhhh fuck."

As Rosy continued to squeeze and release my cock, Angie asked Patty to spread my butt cheeks. Trying to see what the two were up to, I wrenched my head around as much as I could to see Patty bending over and then I felt her hands spread my cheeks open. Then, Angie crouched down behind me, poured a generous amount of lube on her fingers and not more than a second later, in one fluid motion, Angie slipped her finger up inside my butt without stopping. 

"Ugh!" I groaned.

As Angie stood up next to me with her finger firmly stuck up my ass, Patty reached up under her skirt and whisked down her panties and stepped out of them. The next thing I new, Patty was holding her panties up to my face and Angie was massaging my prostate. "Holy Fucking Shit!" I thought. Between Rosy squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles, Angie's finger implanted in my butt rubbing my pleasure point and Patty's wet panties against my nose, I was in sensory overload mode.




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 09



Angie leaned up close to me and started to whisper in my ear as I stood there, trying carefully not to move. "We selected Rosy as your consort because she's about the same age as your mother would be, Sissy. Patricia told me about the void in your heart over the way your mother never fully satisfied you, so we thought Rosy would be a good stand in for your real mother. Patricia also told me about your strap-on experiences and how much you liked the feeling of having something in your butt. That's a recurring theme with Sissies, so you shouldn't be afraid of it. In fact, most Mommies encourage it and seek out that kind of attention for their Sissies from time to time if they are good."

"Sweetheart," Patty said, "I want you to concentrate on the smell of Mommy's panties while you stand here. One day, maybe you'll get to fuck your real mother, Sissy. Maybe she'll let me bring you to her dressed up like a cute little girl. You'd be wearing some little cotton panties and a nice white training bra. I'd stand you in front of her and I'd slowly lower your panties so your Mom could see your nice Sissy cock all hard for her. Then you could watch while she laid back and spread she legs open, showing you her pussy, just like Rosy is doing now. I'll ask her if she'll let me put your cock in her and then I'd stand there and watch my cute Sissy fuck his mother. I know that would make you happy, wouldn't it, Sissy? To finally put your cock in your mother's pussy? You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, yes!" I groaned. 

"You have to say it, Sissy." Angie said. "Tell your Mommy how much you want to fuck your mother. Tell her you've always wanted to fuck her. From the first time you held her panties in your hand, you've wanted to fuck her. When you were sniffing her worn panties, you dreamed about fucking her. Tell your Mommy you need to fuck your mother, Sissy. Turn your head to Patricia and tell her you want to fuck your mother."

"Oh, Patty," I moaned, almost about ready to pass out from sheer overload, "I've dreamed of that - fucking my mother. I've always wanted it, and until I met you, there was no woman, other than her, that understood or loved me so unconditionally. Forgive me, Patty, I beg you to understand – I still dream about it..... about fucking her."

"Shhhh, Sweetheart," Patty said, "Mommy understands and I forgive you. Just calm down and take a deep sniff of my panties."

Angie's finger was doing its job deep inside my butt, and her ministrations, along with Rosy's contractions on my cock was bringing me to the edge. I had to fight hard to resist the temptation to thrust my hard cock in and out of Rosy's tight pussy. With each contraction, I wanted to say "Fuck It!" and start to pound in and out of her pussy. Maybe the sting of Angie's strap would be an even trade off for the chance to actually fuck the woman, but each time that thought crossed my mind, I thought of my beloved Patty and resolved to remain totally still.

"Patricia," Angie said softly, "you better start getting ready. He's almost there. I can feel it."

"Sissy," Patty said quickly, "when I tell you I want you to pull your cock out of Rosy's pussy and then remain very still again. You're doing so well, Sweetheart. Mommy's so proud of you. Angie was sure you'd have to be punished by this time. But, not me, Sissy, I knew you could do it. I knew you'd do what Mommy said."

Angie was right, I was almost there. Angie's prostate massage was closing the gap on my impending climax, and each breath I took swirled the sweet smell of Patty's virgin pussy through my head. 

Then, all of a sudden, Rosy increased the grip on my cock buried deep inside her. I looked up at the woman's face and she was smiling at me. As we exchanged glances, she squinted her eyes and clinched down again on me, this time so hard that I couldn't have moved my cock inside her if I wanted to. At that point, I felt the signs of my orgasm begin and I knew I was going to cum.

"Patricia!" Angie said excitedly. "He's ready. It's time."

Patty nodded to Angie and quickly turned her attention to me, saying, "Okay, Sissy, just like Mommy said, pull it out."

As much as I didn't want to do it, I pulled my hips back and tugged my cock out from Rosy's clinching pussy. The first thing that went through my head was that they were going to leave me high and dry, and not let me cum. But, when Patty reached down and wrapped her hand around my cock and started jerking me, my hopes were raised. "Move closer to her, Sissy." Patty told me, so I nudged forward until my cock was an inch or so away from Rosy's pussy. "Closer," Patty said, "I want your cock right up against her pussy."

Looking down, to see how far away I was, I leaned toward Rosy until my cockhead settled into the mouth of her pussy. Patty was jerking me for all she was worth, and then all of a sudden my cock convulsed and I felt myself spewing cum. Patty held my cock tight against Rosy's pussy while I unloaded a massive amount of cum into the naked woman. Jets of hot cum burst out of my cock, and I closed my eyes as the sweet feel of release spread through my body. "Aaaaahhhhh." I yelled, as wave after wave of intense contractions occurred.

Finally, as my cum started to subside, I had to reach up and grab the straps that held the swing from the ceiling so I wouldn't fall over or move my feet. Angie, knowing that my orgasm was over, pulled her finger out of my butt and moved around behind me and put her hands on my hips again. "Patricia," she whispered, "help me steady him for a minute. I don't want him to pass out on us - it happens sometimes when they cum that hard."

Patty moved to my side and wrapped her arms around me as I panted to catch my breath. I'm glad they helped me stand, because I did start to feel a little lightheaded, but after just a few seconds, I got my breath back and told them I was okay.

Almost as soon as I said that, Patty let go of me and then I felt them both push down on my shoulders. "On your knees, Sissy." Patty said sternly. "Clean her up and do a good job of it. I don't want to see once trace of your sperm left inside her."

"Sissy, don't make her cum while you clean her." Angie quickly added. Then looking up at Rosy, she said, "Sorry, my dear, but I'll take of that myself later tonight – just the way you like it." 

Patty pushed the back of my head in between Rosy's legs until my mouth was sealed around the woman's incredibly smooth pussy. I knew what Patty wanted me to do, and I remember Angie's training when she told me I'd be required to clean myself, my Mommy and whoever else Mommy told me to clean. I don't know if they thought it would be revolting to me, or not, but, I was seriously going to enjoy this. 

In fact, creampie is one of my favorite fantasies and while Angie and Patty looked on, I steadied Rosy's swinging body and began to suck and lick her cum filled pussy. Moving my hands up and spreading her lips open, I sucked as much of my hot cum out of her hole as I could, then I jammed my tongue into her opening and lapped around until I was almost out of breath. I knew my face was covered with a mixture of our sticky juices and that was an additional turn-on, too. I was a wild man – eating, licking and sucking this woman's vagina until I'd cleaned every bit of sperm from her. 

Angie was right – this whole experience was exceptionally pleasurable. And it wasn't just one kind of stimulus they used to take me over the edge, either. It took all three sensations to get me to climax – the fact that my cock was being milked by Rosy's contractions, Angie's prostate massage and Patty's panties against my face. 

"Alright, Sissy. I think that's quite enough." Patty finally said in an amusing tone, as she pulled my head out from between Rosy's legs. "I think you've cleaned her up good enough already. You were probably done five minutes ago – I think you're just playing down there now."

"Let's stand him up," Angie suggested, "I want to check to make sure he got everything. Who knows, I still might be able to find a reason to use the strap on his cute little ass. It would be a shame for him to leave here without gaining some first hand knowledge and respect for the strap."

Angie and Patty both kneeled down to examine Rosy's vagina, looking for any remnants of cum I might have missed. Angie used her hands to spread Rosy's lips wide and they looked everywhere, even sticking their fingers up into the woman's pussy as far as they could, but there wasn't a hint of any cum. 

"Good job, Sissy." Patty complimented me. "There's no reason for us to apologize for making you do that because we both know you loved it. But, it is one of the expectations of a Sissy. I guess I should be happy you won't mind doing it when, and if, I ask you to."

Together, we all helped Rosy up and out of the swinging contraption and stood her up on her feet. When she was in the swing, I hadn't noticed how strikingly beautiful she was and what a wonderful body she had. Her breasts had a mature look to them and the girls were right, she was probably about the same age as my mother and roughly the same build. 

My cock stirred as I looked at her nakedness. She made no move to turn away from me or to cover herself, but when Angie saw me staring at her, she turned to Rosy and told her she could go. As quickly as Angie finished her sentence, Rosy turned away from me and hurried out the door, still completely naked.

Angie crossed her arms over her chest and looked at me. I saw her eyes go up and down my body, lingering at my now soft and deflated cock hanging between my legs. "You did well, Sissy. I'm surprised, because this is one of the most difficult tasks to master. I'm sure you found it hard to control your male urge to shove your cock in and out of my cute little assistant. I will tell you, though, Patricia wasn't too keen on this idea at first. I don't think she was happy with the thought of your cock inside another woman, or you being able to see another woman displayed so lewdly. I'm glad you acted responsibly and did as you were ordered – no more and no less. Patricia should be proud of you, Sissy."

I felt Patty hook her arm into mine and pull herself close to me, as if she was happy with the way I handled myself. But, I could understand why Patty wouldn't be too happy about the whole experience. Watching the one you love have a sexual experience without you, with the exception of masturbation, has to be difficult to bear. Although, on the other hand, earlier when Angie was describing the clean-up duties of a Sissy, she made it abundantly clear it would be my job to clean up the Mommy – and even when she said that, I had a fleeting thought about having to clean up Patty after she'd had sex with someone other than me. I'm not going to say I was repulsed by the idea. Honestly, the thought of it intrigued me. The only thing was, I did want to be her first – to be the one to take her virginity. After that, if I needed to carry out my Sissy clean-up duties on her after she'd been with someone else, I could most assuredly live with that. 

"Now you're gonna get your reward, Sissy." Patty said as she hugged me tightly. "You've had your pleasure; you saw a beautiful woman naked and you were able to feel a warm pussy around your cock again after so long. You got a chance to cum without needing to masturbate yourself, and you got to lick her pussy. I admit I was a little jealous, but, I know you wouldn't have done any of this on your own had we not brought you in here. For your reward, I'm going to let you have something I hope you'll enjoy and always treasure." Then, taking my hand again, Patty and I left the room, with Angie again walking right behind us. 

We walked through the reception area and down another hallway until we got to the last door at the end of the hall. "Sissy, before we go in, there are some things you need to know." Angie said to me. "First off, the client that's in there is finishing his punishment cycle. You're going to see that he's bound and strapped down to a table. Of course, he's naked and he's been shaved, which is a requirement for all my clients. I've already suggested that to Patricia, so don't be surprised if she discusses it with you."

My mind was already processing what Angie was saying. There was a naked guy in there strapped to a table? So, why were we going in there?

Angie continued. "The next thing is that he's been blindfolded and he's got plugs in his ears. That's all part of his punishment. So he's not going to be able to hear us, or see us. In fact, he shouldn't even be able to know we're in there until he's touched. The last thing is that he's got a male chastity device on. It's a harness that keeps the penis from getting an erection. We use them a lot here – they don't do any damage and there's no ill effect to long term use, plus, they aren't painful at all. But, they are quite effective."

"I don't understand why we're going in there?" I said. 

"Uh, Paul," Patty broke in. "I'm sorry, I mean Sissy...." Patty said, turning me around so I'd have to look directly at her. Then placing her hands on my chest and fidgeting with my bra, she said, "It was my idea, Baby. Angie and I weren't too sure about this, but, I wanted to offer you the chance."

"The thing is," Patty continued as she glanced up at Angie quickly and then back at me, "the guy in there is kind of in a bad way. Angie is supposed to milk him this evening..... see, they haven't let him cum since he got here, and that was five days ago. To make it worse, they've been using all kinds of stimulation on him and Angie said his balls are about to burst. So, she was going to have to milk him tonight."

"So.....," Patty said, taking a deep breath, "since he's blindfolded and can't hear anything, I thought this would be an excellent opportunity for you, Sweetheart."

Angie interrupted when Patty ended her sentence. "What Patricia is trying to say, Sissy," Angie said quite casually, "is instead of me milking him, I can just as easily let you suck him off." 

"That is.... if you want to." Patty broke in. "Only if you want to. We're not going to make you. It's just, well..... you know how you said you were interested in doing it? Isn't this the perfect opportunity? You can take as much time as you want..... you'll have a chance to look and feel him in your hands, and in your mouth. You can suck him, or stroke him, or do anything you want."

"But," Angie said abruptly, "if you're going to do this, you might as well just go for it - suck him and take his cum in your mouth. Think how proud your Mommy will be to see you do that, Sissy."

I looked at Patty, who was looking up at me with those big blue eyes and a pleading look on her face. I understood what they were doing. They weren't going to make me do this, but they were doing their best to convince me to do it. Patty was right about one thing, it was the perfect opportunity. The guy would never know it was me. Hell, for that matter, hopefully he wouldn't even know it was a man sucking him. 

I got a very strong feeling Patty wanted me to do it. Angie wasn't as diplomatic, though, saying, "It's just a matter of time before Patricia makes you suck one, Sissy. You might as well volunteer now and show you're Mommy what a good Sissy you are." 

During the ten seconds I thought about it, I really couldn't think of a reason not to go in there and do it. The whole situation was just too perfect to pass up. It was a no-stress situation and I could even walk away if it was too much for me to handle emotionally. Deep inside, I already knew I was going to do it. I'd already made up my mind. 

I pulled Patty into me and gave her a hug. As she hugged me back, she reached down to feel my cock, which had grown hard in response to what I knew I was about to do. It's funny how your cock can telegraph what you're thinking long before your brain realizes what you're going to say. 

I simply said, "Take me in there. I'll do it."

Patty jumped up and down, hugging and kissing me as if I'd just made her the happiest person in the world. The smile on her face was big and wide, and her eyes were sparkling more than I'd ever seen. I turned to look at Angie, and she was standing there smiling, too, with a satisfied grin on her face.

"Okay then," Angie replied, "you're going to be on your own in there. We'll just come in and watch. Take as much time as you want and enjoy it. Sissy, you may never get a chance like this again - to be in total control of a man you're about to perform oral sex on. Look at him. Feel him. Smell his cock and balls and taste him down there. You have quite an opportunity here to explore his cock and play. Show your Mommy you can take a nice cock in your mouth and swallow his cum."

"I will." I answered. "I'm ready to do it."

Patty reached out and took my hand in hers while Angie reached for the door handle. In a matter of a second, she turned the handle and pushed the door open. "Go ahead, Sissy. You're in charge now. Make Patricia proud of you."

I took a deep breath with the full knowledge that inside that room was a man's cock with my name on it. I was going to make him cum. There was no backing away, and as I walked through the door, I immediate looked at him. 

He was strapped to a padded medical looking table with his arms stretched out to his side. He looked to be well restrained and he was completely naked, just as Angie said he would be. I didn't look back at Patty or Angie at all, but instead, I walked right up to the left side of the table and looked him over. The girls went to the other side of the table, but I didn't look up at them - I wanted to show them I was determined and motivated. I knew full well what I was supposed to do and I was going to do it. 

After only a few seconds, I reached my hand out and cupped his ball. He jumped when I touched him, but I didn't pull my hand back. Instead, I reached out with my other hand and grasped his harnessed cock and held it. Still without looking up at the girls, I bent my head down and nuzzled my nose into the base of his cock, right into the meat of his ball sack. I heard Patty gasp as I pressed my face into his crotch and then I heard her whisper "Yes" when I started to lick his balls. 

I took my time getting to know my first cock. I explored his hairless testicles with my tongue and took notice of how smooth they were. Who ever shaved him did a perfect job – I couldn't detect even one strand of hair anywhere. I probably should have spent more time fondling and exploring, but, I simply couldn't wait any longer to remove his harness and have his cock in my hand, and, in my mouth. 

Pulling my head back to see exactly what I had to do to free his harnessed member, I easily located the four snaps I would have to release, and then it looked like the whole thing would slip right off and he would be loose. But, I didn't want to waste much time in doing it because I knew he would get hard immediately and I wanted to feel him get hard in my mouth. So, I planned my attack quickly in my head and then went to it. As fast as I could, I released the snaps and pulled the harness off. Then as soon as it was clear of his flaccid cock, I gobbled him up and closed my lips around him. 

It only took ten or fifteen seconds for him to start to get hard, but, I had the pleasure of feeling him engorge in my mouth. I wasn't initially impressed with his size, but as he started to grow, I became more aware of his length and thickness. As I adjusted my mouth to accommodate his growth, I realized he was going to be a mouthful. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a movement and I reacted to it. Looking across the table at the girls, the movement I saw was Patty removing her skirt and she was now standing there naked from the waist down rubbing her pussy with her panties wrapped around her hand. 




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 09



"These are going to be so wet for you, Baby!" She whispered to me. "By the time you're done they'll be soaked." 

By now, his cock was hard and I pulled off it and wrapped my hand around the shaft and looked at it closely. "He's got a nice looking cock." I thought. The shape was nice and his cock head was mushrooming out with an angry purple color and as I grasped him, he clenched his cock muscle and a huge bubble of precum drooled out and ran down the side of his shaft and all over my hand. Quickly, I covered his cock with my mouth and jacked him slowly, squeezing out more precum and for the first time in my life, I tasted another man's fluids. I made kind of a show out of it, repeatedly jacking and squeezing him, trying to coax more precum from his cock head. I lifted my mouth off so Patty could see and when another bubble of precum came up, I lapped it up eagerly.

"Oh, God!" Patty exclaimed. "This is so hot! Come on, baby, suck his cock now. Up and down..... suck his cock for me!"

Patty never denied the fact that male-male sex really turned her on, and she was seeing it first hand now. It was right in front of her – just a foot away. And there was no way I was going to disappoint her. She wanted to see me suck up and down on his member, and I wasn't going to make her wait.

I held his cock firmly with my left hand and cupped his balls with my right. Then smiling up at the girls, I leaned down and sucked that purple cock head into my mouth for a few seconds and then took him in as far as I dared. He'd grown to a length where I knew I couldn't take all of him into my mouth, so I started gently jacking him as I took his first four or five inches into my mouth. 

I got into a rhythm where I would jack him for a few seconds and then go up and down, sucking him as deeply as I could, and then repeat. I could taste a flow of his precum in my mouth now, and the thick, sweet, constant taste told me I was doing a good job. I didn't notice when he started moaning, but, as I paused to take a breath and look up at Patty, I heard him pleading to me, saying, "Please don't stop. Please don't stop." I chuckled to myself with satisfaction that I was really doing it, I was sucking this guy off and whatever I was doing, it was definitely working.

"Come on, Baby," Patty panted, "make him cum in your mouth now." Her panties were wrapped around her fingers and she was ferociously rubbing herself. I could see the slippery sheen of her pussy juice saturated her panties and I silently smiled to myself knowing those panties would be mine soon.

With renewed vigor, I jacked this poor guy and then sucked as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. I started to momentarily gag on his length and pulled off him, jacked him again a few times and then sank his cock back into my mouth. He jerked his hips and then he let out a loud groan and that was all he could take.

I actually felt his girth swell and his cock head expand before he blew. I knew this was it. I knew he was going to flood my mouth with sperm. It was at that specific instant that I had my only ounce of hesitation, but it only lasted a fraction of a second – if that long. 

I don't know what made me think of it. But, I remembered how an old girl friend told me she hated the taste of sperm. So, when she was sucking a guy off, she would take him as deep as possible so when the guy came, he would squirt off in the back of her mouth where she would never taste it. That's exactly not what I wanted to do. 

I wrapped my lips tightly around his cock head and as soon as I'd done that, he exploded. Or, I should say he erupted. And I mean exactly that. I felt his first shot hit the roof of my mouth and immediately tasted his salty sperm. Then, like I'd unleashed a river, my mouth was filling with hot, sticky cum. 

I was amazed at the feel of it in my mouth – the mixture of slippery and sticky all at the same time. At first, I hadn't swallowed, but, my mouth was filling quickly so I swallowed. I had to take a breath and when I lifted off him for a second, he shot off again, squirting a perfect ribbon of cum right up into my opened mouth. 

Somehow, without me noticing, Patty had leaned down on the table and her face was mere inches away from mine watching me suck this guy's cock. She was panting and grunting with these big huge eyes staring at my mouth wrapped around this monster. I knew she was cuming at that exact instant – I'd seen that look so many times and it was unmistakable. 

I pulled off his cock for a second and quickly stretched over to kiss her. In the process, he shot off again, leaving a stream of cum hanging from my chin as I kissed Patty on the lips, and then re-covered his cock as soon as I could with my mouth. 

I jacked and sucked, trying to get every last molecule of cum out of his balls, and finally, all his muscles went limp and he gasped out load, panting and trying to catch his breath. I kept sucking, trying to keep him going, but, Angie stopped me.

"That's enough, Sissy." Angie said, reaching down to me. "Don't keep sucking after he's finished."

I held onto his cock as I straightened myself up. He was completely wasted – completely exhausted and drained. I beamed with pride as I looked down at him, knowing damn well that I'd just given a hell of a blow job. 

Patty straightened up, too, and she looked at me across the table and held her arms out to me. Letting go of the cock, Patty and I met each at the end of the table and crashed together in an embrace that was so thunderous, I thought we were going to knock each other over. Our lips locked together and our tongues danced inside our mouths. Her face was all over mine – kissing me and licking my face, without a care that she was licking up another man's cum. It was a total unleashing of animal passion.

After a minute, we settled into a hug and I just held her to me, feeling her body melt into mine. I glanced over to Angie and she was standing there with a satisfied smile on her face giving me the 'thumbs up' sign. She pointed over behind me and I saw Rosy standing there, now fully dressed, also giving me the thumbs up sign.

Angie bent down to pick up Patty's skirt and stepped towards Patty and I. She leaned over and whispered to us. "Let's go back to my office so Rosy can finish up here."

Patty wouldn't leave my arms, so Angie guided us out to the hall and once there, Patty started to kiss me again. Although Patty and I both knew Angie was trying to get us apart, Patty wasn't having anything to do with that. So, Angie just stood there and smiled at us until we were ready to separate. 

None of us spoke as Angie led Patty and I back to her office. I don't remember seeing anyone along the way and I don't even remember the short walk or even walking straight through the reception area. That shows you how engrossed Patty and I were with each other – me dressed in just a bra and Patty completely naked from the waist down.

When we got back in Angie's office, she closed the door and Angie at me. "Sissy, I have to say that was the most impressive, and the most enthusiastic exhibition of cock sucking I've seen by a male in probably the last ten years. I wish I would have filmed it."

Patty burst out laughing and once I realized Angie was serious, I laughed, too.

Angie reached into her desk and handed Patty a box of tissues and told her she better wipe our faces off. So as Patty pulled some tissues out of the box to clean us up, Angie gathered up the gold chains, locks and keys, along with the gold picture frame and set them down on her desk. Then, handing Patty her skirt, Angie suggested to me I ought to get dressed myself. 

Patty and I smiled to each other as we dressed, and once we were done, she picked up the gold picture frame and opened it up. Looking down at the picture of me in my bra, panties pulled down, hard-on sticking out and the note that confessed I was a bisexual Sissy, Patty's face suddenly went stone cold.

"What am I ever going to do with this?" Patty asked. "I can't set this picture up in my room. The maids and the staff will see it, .... and Daddy....."

Without thinking or without even caring, I told Patty I didn't give a damn who saw it. "It's a present from me to you. I'm not ashamed of the picture, or the words I wrote. And as far as I'm concerned, it's yours to display any way you want. Maybe you should just put it up on the mantle above your fireplace."

Patty's jaw dropped and she looked at me and said, "You're kidding, right? Daddy would see it for sure!"

To be continued.



Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 10



Ch. 10 – Paul learns about Patty and her father

Warning: This is the tenth chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a "Quick Read", but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure. 

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As we left Angie's Villa, Patty scooted over in the car and snuggled up next to me while I drove. Her arms were draped over my chest and she'd rested her head on my shoulder. We drove for a long time in total silence, not because there was any tension between us, but, because I think the events of the past few hours were worthy of reflection.

"I love you." She murmured.

"I know," I replied, "I love you, too." 

After a few minutes, Patty's hand dropped to my lap and felt for my cock inside my pants. Once she found it, she rubbed it and once it got hard, she tilted her head up to me and said, "Thank You."

"For what?" I replied.

"For today." Patty answered. "For everything, I guess. For being open to going there, and for talking to Angie. For the present you gave me, which I'll always cherish, and for being brave."

"You mean for sucking that cock in front of you?" I questioned.

"Not just that, Paul." She explained. "You showed a lot of courage today. You confronted your desires and your fears. You made some decisions and you took some actions. Honestly, I wasn't sure how you were going to react to that man's cock. It showed courage to suck him like you did, that's all I'm saying."

"To tell you the truth," I replied, "I did it for several reasons."

Patty sat up and wiggled herself back into her car seat and asked me why I did it – why I sucked his cock and let him cum in my mouth. I answered her honestly, telling her I'd envisioned myself sucking a real cock many times before, and I wanted to see if my image of it was close to reality. Then, I told her I did it to prove to myself I could actually do it - if she ever ordered me to suck a man when I was in my Sissy role. Additionally, I added, I did it for her.

"Why for me?" She asked in reply.

"Because I knew it would turn you on." I answered. "I wanted to show you I was willing to do it purely for your excitement.... if you ever wanted me to."

"You mean," Patty questioned, "you would suck a cock just for my enjoyment?"

"Uh huh." I replied, nodding my head up and down.

"Like who?" Patty asked.

"Anyone you asked me to." I answered. "That Fred guy.... or maybe someone else you wanted to see me suck." Then before I could catch myself, I added, "I'd even suck your father if you wanted me to."

Patty just about froze in her seat. Her eyes were trained on me, looking at me intensely. "Uh," she stuttered, asking "why my father? Why would you say that?" 

"Baby," I replied, reaching for her hand, "I'm not insinuating anything, so don't take me wrong. But, I know he's the most influential person in your life. I was just making a point in saying that's how far I'd go – if you wanted me to, I'd even suck your father off. That's how much I love you."

"I see." Patty said, looking at me. Then, she smiled and giggled, warning me saying, "I might like to see that, you know, so you better watch it, you Naughty Boy. I can just see it now..... the two men I love most in the whole world loving each other..... yeah, I think I could go for that!"

Patty lifted her skirt and shifted in her seat to face me, opening her legs up. Then, leaning back against the door the way she did in the mall parking lot the day of our first date, she began to stroke her fingers up and down the crease in her panties. I had to keep my eyes on the road while I drove, but, I was able to steal glances at her while she touched herself.

"So, tell me, Sissy," she said slyly, "if I asked you to suck Daddy, would you follow my orders immediately? Go right up to him and get down on your knees like a good Sissy?"

Playing along with her, I told her I would do it without any delay at all.

"And would you unzip Daddy's pants and his cock out?" She asked.

"Of course." I replied briskly. "Isn't that what a good Sissy is supposed to do?"

"And then you'd take Daddy's cock in your hands to rub it and kiss it so it gets hard?" She pressed.

"Uh huh." I answered. "You could stand there and tell me what to do and I'd do it. You'd be so pleased with me, Patty."

Patty's fingers dipped inside her panties and she began rubbing her slit up and down. I love watching her masturbate – it's so graphic and so visual and she's always so good about letting me watch. 

"Then you'd suck him and let him cum in your mouth?" She asked, now starting to pant as she touched herself inside her panties.

"Oh, you wouldn't get off that easy!" I exclaimed. "If I'm going to suck your father off, I think the least you can do is hold his cock and guide it into my mouth. You could do that, couldn't you?"

"What makes you think I'd want to touch Daddy's cock?" Patty asked, her hand now digging deep inside her panties, rubbing twice as fast as she was just a few moments ago.

"I didn't say you wanted to," I clarified, "I only said that if you wanted me to suck your father's cock, it shouldn't be too much to ask for you to participate in some way."

"So, let's just say I would do that," Patty continued speaking, between her choppy breaths, "then you'd take over, suck him and let him cum in your mouth?"

I probably should have gone along with her little fantasy and said, "Yes." But, I thought I'd throw something new into the mix – just to see how she'd react to it. And so, instead of answering her, I asked, "I guess I'd have to know if he had a big cock or a small cock. I might have to go slower if your father has a big cock, but maybe I could take him all at once if he was on the smaller side."

The expression on Patty's face changed, and her eyes flickered in time with her fingers strumming her pussy. "Oh, God! I'm so close." 

I kept on her as she masturbated herself, asking, "Is his cock smaller or larger than the one I sucked today?"

Patty's head was tilted back and her eyes were closed. She'd moved her free hand down to her crotch and was holding her panties away from her pussy so I could see what she was doing to herself. Without looking at me, and without slowing down, she moaned, "Smaller...... Daddy is smaller than the cock you sucked today."

Now, the cock I sucked at Angie's earlier in the day was a little smaller, and not as thick as mine, so with Patty's answer, I learned two things. First, she knew how big her father's cock was. Additionally, it was clear that his cock was smaller than mine. 

"Then I guess I could suck him right down." I replied. "I'd try to swallow your Daddy's cock at the way down, Sweetheart. I'd lick and suck his pole while you watched me...... standing right there next to me. I'd play with him and look up at you while I sucked on his cock head, making sure you could see me taking his meat in my mouth. Then, when he was ready to cum, I'd pull him out and let you jack him off into my mouth."

Patty's fingers were rubbing her clit about as fast as I'd ever seen her do it. Her eyes were rolled back and she was thrusting her pelvis up and down while she touched herself. I was sure she was about to go over the edge by the time I looked over at her again. Patty's head started twisting from side to side and her breathing was ragged. "Would you do that, Baby?" I asked. "Would you jack your Daddy's cock into my mouth?"

I glanced at the road quickly and then back at Patty. Her eyes shot open and I could see the dilemma in her eyes – whether to answer me or not. She was squinting and huffing and puffing, but she managed to whisper her answer, saying, "Yes, yes, yes...." Then Patty's hands froze for a minute, and as I glanced down at her crotch, a flood of liquid totally overflowed her panties and dribbled out on the car seat. At the same time, Patty let out a lungful of air and groaned so loud, I almost thought she hurt herself. But, I knew better – I'd seen videos of this on the internet. Patty had squirted..... as in female ejaculation.

"Fuck!" I said to myself. "I've never seen her do that before!"

I'd seen Patty have some mighty strong orgasms, but, this was the first time I'd ever seen her flood her panties like this. There wasn't a huge spewing shower or anything like that, but, she definitely shot out enough to completely saturate herself and create a dark spot on the fabric of the car seat that was at least six inches in diameter. She'd actually ejaculated! I was so mesmerized watching her I almost ran off the road.

I tried to pay attention to my driving while Patty recuperated as she sat in the car next to me. She'd regained her breath and calmed down in a few minutes, even though her face was red and she looked horribly embarrassed. But, I was excited and enthralled over what I'd seen. 

"Damn," I said, "that must have been one hell of a cum."

"I'm so embarrassed!" Patty exclaimed. "Look at your seat! It's drenched!"

I told her it was okay and not to worry about it, and then I told her I'd like to see her do it again. "It's only happened a few times." Patty told me, explaining that she'd flooded herself like this only three times before. I could tell she really was embarrassed, but I tried to put her at ease as best I could. "Do you think it happened because you were so turned on about me sucking your father's cock?"

"We probably shouldn't be talking about Daddy's penis, Paul." Patty quipped. "But, yeah..... it definitely turned me on. I got this vision of you down on your knees with your mouth open as I fed him to you – it was so vivid."

"Tell me the truth." I asked her. "Would you like to see me suck your father off?"

Patty looked away from me at first. But when I reached out, rubbed her arm lovingly and asked her again, she turned her face back to mine and simply nodded her head up and down. I decided to drop it for now. I knew better - Patty was very protective of her father and seldom said anything that wasn't perfectly representative of a wonderful father. 

After a while, Patty straightened herself in the seat and looked at me for a moment. Then a second or two later, she asked, "Can we go to your place? Maybe Daddy will let me spend the night. I don't want us to be apart tonight."

PJ hardly ever let Patty stay over night with me. He'd given his permission only half the times she'd asked – maybe once every three or four months, at the most. So, for her to bring it up, I knew it was a special occasion in her mind. I knew we had some things to discuss now - the visit to Angie's villa, and the things I did there. It created a whole new set of questions that needed to be answered and points that needed to be clarified. 

Now, one would think I'd be a little self conscious after the events at Angie's. I shook my head back and forth when I thought about what I'd done there – how I admitted I was a Sissy; the way I sucked that man's cock, allowed my own cock and balls to be bound and chained tightly to the floor..... and, oh yes, how I admitted I was bisexual to my girl friend. 

But, I wasn't really self conscious at all. I was aware that something changed, though. I could feel it inside myself, and I could feel it between us. There was something strange there now, something that wasn't there before. So, as we drove closer and closer to my place, I thought about everything that happened at Angie's Villa as Patty moved over and snuggled her petite body up against mine. 

When we got to my place, we ordered Pizza and ate it on the floor of the living room, stretched out next to each other, until Patty suggested we go jump in bed and talk until we fell asleep. "Come on," Patty urged, "I'll let you play with the panties I was wearing today." She added, "I know you'll enjoy that." Then she pulled me to my feet and walked me to my bedroom. 

When I suggested a shower, she hugged me and asked if we could just get in bed like we were. "Do you mind if we skip the shower?" Patty asked. "To tell you the truth, I'd actually prefer to just go get in bed. I kind of like the way you smell, Naughty Boy. You smell very sexual right now and it kind of turns me on. Is that okay?"

I laughed and said it was fine with me, and then I went to the closet to pull out one of the Baby Doll nightgowns she bought me. Seeing what I was doing, Patty immediately shook her head. "No, Paul. I don't want my Sissy tonight." Patty cooed. "I want my big strong man to hold me in his arms tonight. Don't be disappointed, Baby. I'll let you be my Sissy tomorrow." 

I stepped over to her and put my hands under her shirt to feel my Angel's tiny breast buds. She melted into me when she felt my touch, thrusting her chest into my hands as I held her breasts tenderly in my finger tips. I silently thanked God again for Patty - for letting me find her and letting her be mine. 

I rubbed her nipples with my fingertips and felt them rise up. Then, holding her tiny nipples between my thumb and first finger, I kissed her. She gasped into my mouth as our tongues met and we stayed locked together like that until I broke the kiss and whispered into her ear for her to take her shirt off. As soon as I said it, she whisked her shirt over her head and I looked at her heavenly little A-Cups and thanked God one more time as I bent down to enclose my lips around her tiny boob. I sucked each of her little ones, changing from side to side, giving each of Patty's dainty tits equal attention.

"You'll never understand how much I love these." I said to Patty, as I sucked and kissed her little breasts.

"You know I love it when you say things like that, Sweetheart." She whispered to me. "And I love it when my teeny boobs get you all excited like this."

While I nursed at her nips, her hands went to the waist of her skirt, unfastened the clasp and let it fall to her feet. Then, she unceremoniously pushed her panties down and wiggled them down to her ankles. "I feel so good when I'm naked with you." She whispered up to me.

Placing her hands on my head, she gently pushed me away and bent down to step out of her clothes and pick up her panties. "I think I promised these to you today." Patty said, with a grin on her face. She knew how much I coveted her panties and she knew I wouldn't forget she'd promised them to me. She also knew that the combination of her panties and being able to see her little pink A-Cups would drive me to the point of almost total melt down and submission. And, you know, Patty never kept either from me – she was very willing to indulge all the facets of my panty fetish and my small breast fetish. 

She dangled her panties from her fingers, swinging them back and forth as she smiled. "They're really wet, Paul." She teased. "You remember how wet they were when I let you smell them at Angie's? When your cock was buried deep inside Rosy and she was squeezing your cock with her pussy?" 

I reached out to take the panties from her, but she pulled her hand back and said, "Oh no! Not so fast. You're not getting these that easy!" Patty grinned at me and held the panties to her own nose and took a deep breath. "Hmm," she gasped, "You're going to have to earn them, Baby."

"How do I do that?" I answered, playing along with her little game.

"Well, by telling me you love me, silly." She replied.

"Patty, I've told you that a thousand times. Would I have done that if I didn't really love you?" I asked.

"Well," Patty posed, "we're you loving me when your cock was inside Rosy's pussy?" She asked, and then added, "It sure looked like you were enjoying being inside her."

Then she continued, saying, "And were you loving me when you came inside her, and when you were on your knees with your head between her legs, cleaning up your cum from her pussy?" Patty asked.

"Of course, I was." I answered. "You and Angie made me do those things, remember? But, it sounds to me like you might be a little jealous."

"And did we make you lick that man's balls and suck his cock, too?" Patty asked as she smiled mischievously at me, twirling her panties around her finger. "We didn't make you do that, Naughty Boy, and I could tell you enjoyed the hell out of it."

"I think you enjoyed it as much as I did." I replied. "Didn't I see you with your hands between your legs rooting me on while you made yourself cum?"

"Yeah, maybe I remember something like that." Patty said with a sly grin. "And maybe I was a little jealous watching you have so much fun between Rosy's legs."

I moved into Patty and put my arms around her. She tucked her head into my chest and took a deep breath. "Paul, I felt so vulnerable watching you with them. It's just that..... I know you must miss having real sex - like you did with Rosy.... putting your cock inside a pussy. And I saw how much you enjoyed having a real cock in your mouth. It just made me feel a little inadequate. You know..... not being able to please you like they were."

I heard Patty's words and the tone in her voice, and I knew I had to say something meaningful to her – something that would make her understand how much I lover her and how much I needed her.

"Baby," I said, looking into her eyes and holding her hands against my chest, "those things you saw me do, I did them for us – for the two of us, together. You told me to put my cock in that woman, and I did..... because you told me to. And that cock, that was for us, too. It was for my Mommy and her Sissy. I would have never done those things without you there and without your telling me to."

"I know, Paul." Patty lamented. "I just worry because I can't really take care of you and satisfy you like a woman should."

"I can think of two things you can do right now that would fully satisfy me and make me the happiest man in the world." I replied.

"And they are?" Patty asked.

"First," I answered, "tell me you'll be my Mommy and teach me to be the Sissy you want me to be, Patty. I promise I'll be a good Sissy and I'll make you proud of me."

"Oh, Sweetheart!" Patty sighed. "Yes, I can do that." She replied. "What's the second thing?"

I kissed Patty's hands as I held them and looked deeply into her eyes. "Tell me you'll marry me, Patty. I know you love me and you know I love you. Just say you'll marry me."

The smile left her face and Patty looked at me solemnly. I saw tears begin to fill her eyes and when they started to roll down her face, I knew I'd asked too much of her. This wasn't the right time to ask her that question again – I don't know why she would say 'Yes' now after all the times she'd said 'No' before. But this time, instead of coming up with a quick line to change the subject or joke it off, she cried. And, I mean she really cried. Patty was sobbing as I held her.

"Paul...." she started to say. But, I placed my finger to her lips and shook my head. "When you're ready, you'll say 'Yes'." I said to her. "Until then, I'll wait."

I reached down and lifted Patty's hand containing her panties to my nose and took a deep breath. Reaching down behind her, I cupped the cheeks of her ass in my hands and pulled them apart until she spread her legs as we stood together. Then, as I lifted her, she wrapped her legs around my waist and we stood like that, hugging and kissing while she held her panties to my face. 

After a few minutes, she pushed against my chest and I set her down on her feet and she went to work undressing me. She dropped my shirt on the floor after she'd unbuttoned it, followed by the bra I wore to Angie's, then her hands went right to my pants. Patty let my pants drop to the floor and she kneeled in front of me, nuzzling her face into my panties. "Hmm," she sighed, "you smell like Rosy's pussy down here." Smiling as she looked up into my eyes, she put her fingers into the waistband of the silky bridal panties I wore to Angie's and slowly pulled them down to my knees. 




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 10



I watched as she held my cock in her hands, kissing it and coaxing it to get harder. As I stiffened all the way under her touch, she took me into her mouth, closed her eyes and began to suck on me. 

Patty's blowjobs aren't like any other blowjob I've ever received. When Patty sucked my cock, it was like she was making love to it. She knew how to make a cock feel good; it's not like she was sucking under duress or anything like that. She really enjoyed doing it and she did it well. Normally, Patty would take her time, play with it and tease me – you know, bring me close and then back off, and repeat that cycle until I was begging her to let me cum.

But tonight, as soon as she got on her knees, it seemed like all she wanted was my cum in her mouth. I was hard quickly and she dispensed with all the teasing she normally did. She slobbered all over me, sucking me and jacking me – and I swear she wasn't down there more than a minute before I knew I was going to cum. I thought she might ease up, but she kept on. 

In between sniffs of her panties, I watched her take my rod into her mouth and before I knew it, I was panting and gasping for breath, ready to blow. As she sensed I was ready, she gobbled my cock all the way down and as I felt the first contraction of my cock into her mouth, she pulled back and wrapped her lips around my cock head and started to tongue me.

"I'm gonna cum, Baby!" I exclaimed, an instant before I exploded into her mouth. 

Patty greedily sucked all my juice down, like an eager high school cheerleader on a date with the star football quarterback. The sensation she gave me with her tongue was making me shake and churn as she drained me. "Oh, God!" I groaned, pumping my hot seed into my lover's mouth. 

She drank it all down, every bit, which was unusual since she usually held my cum in her mouth and then shared it with me in a kiss. But, tonight, she was on a mission to eat my cock and she wanted my cum to herself – all of it.

When she was done, she finally stood up and kissed me lightly and then apologized. "Sorry," Patty explained, "I couldn't help myself. I had to have you all to myself this time." Then she smiled and told me not to worry, saying, "I'll share with you next time."

We melted down onto my bed, lying side by side and just looking into each other's eyes. After a while, she rubbed my chest with her hand and asked me the question I knew was going to come. "So," Patty asked, "how was it?"

I knew very well what she was talking about, but I played dumb. "How was what?" I replied. "The blow job you just gave me?"

"No, silly!" Patty answered, slapping my chest and grinning at me. "You know what I mean, Paul. I was referring to the reward Angie and I gave you today."

I'm surprised she waited this long to ask. But, I was honest with her, telling Patty I enjoyed my first cock very much. In fact, I enjoyed everything about my visit with Angie. And it wasn't just the cock I sucked that made the day special for me. It was more. It was much more. It was the way Angie led me to the realization that I was a Sissy. And the cunning way she exposed me, took my picture in my panties and chained my cock and balls to the floor. In reality, it was the whole experience that put a new perspective in my head about myself, Patty and our relationship together.

For example, before today, I probably wouldn't have accepted the fact that someone else might have intimate sexual contact with my A-Cup Angel besides myself. But, once it became clear to me that I was a Sissy, remarkably, I was willing to accept it. Sure, I was in love with Patty, and the man part of me didn't want to share her or let her have sex with another person. 

But, the Sissy part of me knew I had to share her, if that's what she wanted. And if my newly acknowledged bisexual desires drove me to have a cock every so often, doesn't that allow her to go outside our relationship if she wants to? I knew this was a dilemma we'd have to work through, but, I also knew that Patty was seriously turned on with male-male sex, so having an occasional cock to satisfy my urges would probably be okay with her.

Patty told me more than once I could have a man with her complete blessings. Of course, at that times she'd said it, I just assumed she was saying that because the idea of it turned her on, but, in retrospect, I think she suspected my bisexual interests, and her comments were a way to prepare me.

So, instead of answering her question directly, I explained to Patty – in detail – what happened between Angie and I, and the way each step of Angie's explanation affected me. I told Patty how I wanted to live my daily life as a man, and how I wanted her to me mine, exclusively. But, outside of work, and socially in public, being a Sissy and living the Sissy lifestyle sounded really good to me. 

I told Patty I wasn't sure how to strike the balance between being a man and a Sissy, but, I needed to figure that out. "I think the answer is pretty clear, isn't it?" Patty asked.

When I asked her to explain what she meant, she quite simply said, "You just go on as you always did, living as a man - and you save the Sissy part for when you're with me – only when we're together and only when it's safe for us both to be Mommy and Sissy. But," Patty explained, "when you transform into your Sissy role, you do it fully. You'll stop being Paul and start being Sissy, and I'll stop being Patty and start being your Mommy."

"See, what I mean is," she paused as she propped herself up on her elbow and took my hand in hers, "there's no reason to drastically change anything, Sweetheart. I love you as a man with all my heart. The fact that you've now accepted the fact that you're a Sissy opens up opportunities to both of us. You get to live out your fantasies, and I get to live out mine and we get to do it all together."

"Honestly," she continued, "I'm excited about this. I'd love to see you with another man – that really turns me on. I love the idea of being your Mommy and you being submissive to me, and I think you like it, too. So this will work out perfectly for both of us."

We talked it all through, taking easily an hour to discuss it. I promised I wouldn't go outside our relationship unless I was in my Sissy role and being led by her. I even told her that when we were role playing, she could fully live the Mommy role and have whatever contact she wanted with others, and I would play the faithful Sissy role for her. In return, Patty promised me she would be faithful to me. In her Mommy role, she would be selective and always be aware of my feelings. 

Patty got silent, though, and was deep in thought for a few minutes. When I asked what she was thinking about, she said, "It doesn't hardly seem fair though, Paul – I mean to you. You might start to regret it and then you'll see me as some kind of dominating bitch taking advantage of you just for my own fun."

I could understand what she meant, but, I assured her that I really did want to be her Sissy, and it would enable me to satisfy my submissive and bisexual desires. We finally agreed to try it, and if either of us ever thought it was going astray, we'd discuss it with the other. "But," Patty said emphatically, "I want you primarily as a man, not as a Sissy. Sissy is for play time, but in real life, you have to be my man and mine alone."

That was fine with me since it was exactly what I wanted, too. After all, I had my business to run, and my friends and a social standing to keep up. As long as I had an outlet to live out my Sissy dreams, I would be satisfied.

We spent the night in each other's arms, cuddling, kissing and hugging each other. During the very early hours of the next morning while Patty slept soundly next to me, I made the decision to go see Patty's father, PJ, and try to find out why Patty wouldn't agree to marry me. 

And that brings me back to where I started this story – back to the middle of chapter 1 where I went to see PJ to ask for help in getting Patty to marry me – and I'll pick it back up from there now.

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I'd gotten to know PJ Wallingford, Patty's father, fairly well by now, having dated his daughter for almost two years. We'd developed a good relationship and we'd been able to joke around with each other as well. When I decided to come see PJ about why Patty wouldn't marry me, he wasn't surprised. He knew Patty and I were in love and he knew I'd eventually come to him for answers. What I liked about his demeanor during our meeting was his openness and his honestly. He did, although, scare the crap out of me. 

Yes, I was surprised when I learned I'd have to sign a Non Disclosure Agreement and property assignment document before he would talk to me about Patty, but, in essence, he was just trying to ensure our conversation remained private. Given his position in the financial community and his circle of friends, I suppose I could understand why he was playing it safe. Still, I knew there had to be a reason for the secrecy and the assurances he needed before he would talk to me. So risking my future, my business and personal reputation, I signed all the documents and it seemed like I was going to finally have the answers I was longing for.

We had a wonderful dinner that evening. PJ and I cooked while Patty puttered around the huge kitchen, watching and helping when she could. For the most part, she just hung looking cute. It was difficult for me to pay attention to the cooking duties with Patty dressed in her skimpy short shorts and the almost obscene t-shirt she was in. Her nipples were sticking out from her tiny chest begging to be pinched and tweaked. Her father didn't appear to even notice, and that seemed very unusual to me. 

PJ was a wiz in the kitchen, that's for sure, and my mouth was watering by the time everything was ready. Patty kept our wine glasses full while we ate, and as we finished our meal, PJ tossed his napkin up on the table and said, "Paul, what do you say you and I take a walk out in the garden while Patricia cleans up all the dinner mess?"

As he and I stood up from the table, PJ turned to Patty and said, "Patricia, when you've got everything cleaned, I want you to go to your room and stay there until I come for you."

I was a little taken back with PJ's tone of voice and the firmness at which he'd spoken to Patty, but, I didn't say anything. "Yes, Daddy." Patty replied. Then turning to me, Patty gave me a kiss and a quick hug. "I love you, Paul," Patty whispered in my ear, "no matter what happens while you're with Daddy, please remember how much I love you."

PJ was waiting for me patiently at the archway of the dining room door. He watched Patty hug and kiss me, and he was half-smiling as I left her behind and joined him for our walk in his garden. I followed PJ down the stairs and to the garden door, which he held open for me as I stepped outside into the warm evening air. 

"Every time I see you and Patricia together, I realize how much the two of you were meant for each other, Paul." PJ remarked.

"Thank you." I answered. "I hope you know I was being honest with you earlier when I told you how much she means to me. I love her, Sir. And she loves me."

"Even a blind man could see that, Paul." PJ said. "That's why I hope you're going to have an open mind while we talk."

"I assure you, I've got an open mind." I replied. "Plus, you've got my word this will be a private conversation and I've signed the papers you asked me to sign. So, if it's alright with you, can we get on with it? I don't want you to take offense to this, but, you're standing between me and the woman I love, Sir. I really want to get this done."

"No offense taken, Paul, and I appreciate your motivation. But, please stop calling me 'Sir', would you?" PJ smiled as he answered me, and then made a gesture with his hand toward the garden. 

"When Patricia was a teenager, she was a bit of a handful." PJ started out. "Always in trouble.... hanging out with the wrong crowd – that kind of thing. I won't go into all the messy details, but, the last straw came shortly after she turned eighteen when I received a call from the Police at three in the morning saying she'd been picked up joy-riding with a bunch of her friends in a stolen car. When I went to pick her up, thankfully the desk sergeant had put her in a holding cell to sober up. She was half drunk, yelling profanities at everyone, and she was almost naked. Apparently, while they were joy-riding, they were also drinking. The little asswipes she was with dared her to take off most of her clothes, and when she did, they threw them out the car window. Oddly enough, a police cruiser saw her pants fly out the window and that's when they were pulled over."

PJ stopped and turned to face me. "I tell you, Paul, that was the worst night of my life – having to see my daughter in just a flimsy shirt and her underpants at the police station. They were all looking at her and, well..... I think you get the picture."

I could sense the pain and anguish in PJ's voice as he told me this story, and I imagined how humiliating it must have been for him. As he turned to continue our walk, he said, "In the following days, an acquaintance of mine - who I understand you've met, Angie, told me about a place I might want to look into. That's when I first heard about The Hazel Institute."

When he mentioned Angie's name, my ears perked up. I immediately recalled the first time I met Angie the night Patty stripped me and gave me my first exhibitionist experience, and making me masturbate in front of a crowd of people. Then my mind went to the day we visited Angie at her Villa and the incredible things I did there. I could feel my face turning red as I stood next to PJ, but, I also had to wonder exactly what kind of relationship PJ had with Angie.

"When I first arrived at the Hazel Institute," PJ continued, "I wasn't impressed at all. But at their encouragement, I stayed for a few days and by the time I left, I was absolutely convinced they could help me turn Patricia's behavior around and time has proven me right." He said stopping again and reaching out for my arm. "Patricia graduated from college with honors, she's never been in a lick of trouble since that night with the stolen car, and most of all – I got my sweet little girl back."

"PJ," I interrupted, "just so you know, Patty loves you very much and she's always cognizant of your expectations. She'd rather die than disappoint you. Surely, you must know that?"

"It's nice to hear you say that, and, yes, I know exactly what you're referring to." PJ replied. 

"You know," I added, "I've always wanted to tell you this," I paused for a second and then added, "It's been difficult for me to compete with you for Patty's love." 

"I have to apologize for that, but, it's unavoidable." PJ said, gesturing to a covered table a few feet away inside his garden. As we sat, he reminded me that I needed to keep an open mind and mentioned the fact that I'd signed the papers agreeing to keep our discussion secret.

"Patricia and I have been to the Hazel Institute many times since I first went there – five times for me, and four times for her. I've learned a lot there, Paul. For example, I learned that I was the biggest reason Patricia's behavior was so bad. I was so focused on the business; I never paid her any attention. I just gave her money and thought that would make her happy. I found out she was never interested in the money - all she ever wanted was me. She wanted me to spend time with her and take her places. She wanted to be the most important thing in my life. She wanted me to love her and hold her." PJ said.

"I think every girl wants that from her father, PJ." I remarked.

"Perhaps." He answered. "But, I'm sure not in the way Patricia wanted. You see, Paul, Patricia wanted me to be her father and her lover."

My jaw must have dropped because PJ stopped for a minute to let me compose myself. Then, he continued explaining, telling me that with the help of the Hazel Institute, they came to understand what each of them needed from each other – not only as father and daughter, but as male and female, too. They entered into an arrangement that allowed Patty to have her father as a lover, and as a father. Since then, the two have lived in complete love and harmony. PJ added that neither he, nor Patty, wanted any of that to change. 

"I know what you're thinking." PJ said. "And the answer is 'No'. I haven't had sexual intercourse with Patricia. Not yet, anyway. But, I have to be honest in telling you that we've done just about everything else a male and female can do together sexually. She has quite a sexual appetite, as I'm sure you know, and I've enabled things so she has the ability and opportunity to safely enjoy her sexuality to the fullest extent possible. I'm sure you've wondered how a young virgin could give such an excellent handjob or perform oral sex as well as she can. The answer is that she was taught these things, and more, at the institute."

I was shocked. Patty never gave me a straight answer about anything concerning her father. Not that she ever lied to me, but, she always danced around the issue or changed the subject on me. I knew Patty had some kind of relationship with Angie, and now I know why – probably through her father. PJ probably had a hand in Patty's friendship with Wilma and Fred, too. Sitting there listening to PJ, I felt like I was kicked in the gut. The woman I loved was living a secret life that she never shared with me, and my heart was breaking with every word he said.

"This is probably a good time to tell you this," PJ said, "and I know what I'm going to say next is going to hurt you. So, before I say any more, I want you to try to hear me out before you lose your temper and do anything rash. If you can do that, I think there's a way everything will work out the way you want it to."

I could only nod my head at this point. I couldn't help being angry with Patty - after the way I'd opened my soul to her and confessed all my desires and fetishes. Then, I find out from her father she was groomed to be his plaything...... probably sucking his dick and doing whatever else her father wanted. 

"Paul," PJ said as he continued to speak, "Patricia and I have no secrets between us – none at all. She's told me everything about you, everything the two of you have done together and everything you've ever talked about. I know all about your panty fetish, the night you exposed yourself at the store and everything that went on at Angie's." PJ stopped for a few seconds and then continued, saying, "Basically, every time Patricia came home from being with you, she told me everything you said and did."

"Now, please don't be mad at her." PJ said quickly. "She didn't have any choice in the matter. Part of our agreement is that I have the right to control who she sees socially, and that includes dating. She either had to tell me everything or I wouldn't let her see you. So, Paul, I've known all along everything about you and I've approved all along the way, especially after you went to see Angie and the way you so quickly accepted your destiny as a Sissy. That's very much going to be a key factor in your happiness if you decide to stay with Patricia and get married." 

"In what way?" I asked.

"Well, for starters," PJ replied, "It will be me, and not you, that makes love to her the very first time." He said, looking me straight in the eyes. "It will happen on her wedding night. And after that, I'll have sex her on a regular basis. You'd be her husband, and once I took her virginity, she would be your wife. But her sexual relationship with me will never stop. This is what she wants and needs, Paul. She obviously couldn't tell you all this until we knew you were the right man for her, but, believe me, she wants us both."




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 10



"Look," PJ said, trying to help me understand the myriad of thoughts filling my head, "the bottom line is fairly simple. She needs a man that is comfortable being in a Sissy role and accepts the fact that she's having regular sex with me. We never thought we'd find that person. Then you came along and over time, your relationship with Patricia blossomed into exactly what she was looking for. And the most remarkable thing is that she's exactly what you need, too. The fact that the two of you are so much in love only proves that you are meant to be together." 

"Remember," he said, "I told you this would be a difficult conversation and that you'd feel hurt and angry. Just give me a few more minutes and I'll let you talk."

"So," PJ continued, "you're probably wondering where that leaves us, and I can clear that up for you right now."

"I'd like you to go to the Hazel Institute," PJ explained, "and let them do what they do. When they're done, I'll know for sure if you're the right man for Patricia. I'll know if you can willingly accept playing both the husband and the Sissy role and if you can accept her relationship with me. If you'll do that, and if the results say it will work, I'll give my consent to your marriage and do everything within my power to make your marriage a long and happy one."

When PJ finished speaking, he looked at me across the table. "I know it's a lot to grasp and get your mind around. We're asking a lot, I know that, too. But, Paul, I want you to know something else..... in all the years Patricia has been dating, not one of them ever got as far as a fourth date. I've encouraged your courtship and given the two of you every ounce of support I could and I'd be proud to have you as my son. If you can accept the conditions I've spelled out, I give you my word you won't regret it."

The shock had gone away and I wasn't mad anymore. I guess I understood why Patty and PJ kept everything from me – I mean, it's not like they could have told all this any earlier. Any other person would have run for the hills, but, once I got over the hurt of Patty's deception, the more I thought about it, the more it all made perfect sense. I'd already accepted the fact that I was a Sissy, and I already accepted the fact that eventually, Patty was probably going to have other sex partners. Plus, PJ already knew everything about me, and he seemed comfortable with the situation. Given all that, what could be safer than keeping it in the family?

"What do they do at this institute?" I asked.

"The Hazel Institute is a private facility, Paul." PJ began. "It's out in the middle of nowhere and they will treat you with first class service, I guarantee it. They have a golf course, gym and other activities you can use. It's a secure facility with gates, but, you can leave anytime you like. The gates are just to keep others out. Everything they do is private - just between you and the staff..... and well, Patricia and I, of course. They have a complete and highly regarded clinical staff, including doctors, nurses, therapists and counselors."

"What I mean was," I replied, "what would they be doing to me?"

"I'd ask them to evaluate your readiness and acceptance to be married to Patricia under the conditions I told you about earlier." PJ answered. "Specifically, do you love Patricia enough to be both her husband and her Sissy? Along with that, are you making an honest and truthful decision knowing what kind of life you'll have, and, I'd also ask them to give me an idea of your long term compatibility with both myself and Patricia. If all that works out okay, I'll bless your marriage and the two of you can start your lives together."

"Seems so easy," I mumbled, "but, how exactly will they do that?" I asked.

"Paul," he said, "that's probably a question they can answer better than I. But, knowing that Patricia and I have both been there multiple times, that ought to tell you I trust them and think highly of them. I promise you'd be able to leave at any time if you didn't like it or change your mind about staying with Patricia. As long as you uphold your portion of the Non Disclosure Agreement, you can walk away at any time with no repercussions what so ever."

"And when would I do this, and, how long would I stay there?" I inquired.

"I would think you should allow at least a week there." PJ answered. "As far as when? Well, that's up to you. I could probably arrange it to start tomorrow, or the next day if you wanted to start that soon. But, your dating period with Patricia is over as of right now. You either go to the Institute or you've seen Patricia for the last time."

"You mean I couldn't see Patty again if I don't agree to go?" I asked.

"Correct." PJ said, sympathetically. "If you can't tell me you'll agree to go and give me a date in the immediate future, then when we're done talking, I'll walk you to your car and I'll take Patricia out of the country on the jet tonight and we'll just go on vacation. It's harsh, I realize, but that's the way it has to be."

I thought about all this for a minute as he sat serenely with his fingers interlaced, waiting for me to say something. 

"PJ," I said, "since you seem to know everything about me, what do you think my chances are of getting through all of this with your blessing to marry your daughter? Can you be honest with me about that?"

"Paul," PJ replied, "I don't have to think about my answer to that question. There's no doubt in my mind that you're a good, honest, hard working man and you'll make a good husband and a good Sissy for Patricia. I've never been more confident about anything else in my life. But, when it comes to Patricia, I just need the extra assurance from experts that we're not making a mistake. I urge you to go, Paul." PJ said as he smiled over at me. "The sooner you do it, the sooner I can walk her down the aisle to you."

I stood up and took a step toward the rose bushes surrounding us. One rose caught my eye and I leaned forward to smell its fragrance. I turned around and looked up at the back side of the huge mansion, trying to locate Patty's bedroom window. It was easier than I thought - it was the only one with a girl's silhouette in the window.

"Can I pick this?" I asked PJ, pointing to the rose whose fragrance I'd enjoyed. "I'd like to give it to my fiancé if that's okay with you."

"Does this mean you've made a decision to go, Paul?" PJ asked me.

"Absolutely." I answered. "But, I want something from you, too, PJ. You have to agree to let me propose to her immediately. And I mean tonight – like right now. A conditional proposal only, but, you have to let me ask her and you have to let her answer. If she says 'Yes', I can go to the institute as quickly as you can set it up."

"Agreed!" PJ said enthusiastically, sticking out his hand to me. "You've made the right decision, Paul. Let's go tell Patricia the good news."

I picked the rose as he watched and smiled. On the way back to the house, I asked him if I could do the talking with Patty. I told him I knew exactly what I wanted to say, and he told me that would be perfect. As we walked into the house and up the stairs to Patty's room, I was so excited, my heart was thumping and my face was flushed. As he stopped in front of Patty's door, he pulled me beside him and put his finger to his lips. "Sssshhhh" he said.

"Patricia." PJ called through the door, knocking three or four times. "Patricia, open the door." He called out.

Within a few seconds, my A-Cup Angel opened the door and stood there looking at us. PJ, nodded to me and then stepped to the side so I could move right in front of Patty. I pulled the rose out from where I was hiding it behind my back and held it out.

"Patty," I began, as I got down on one knee in front of her, "you would make me the happiest man in all creation if you'd say you'll marry me."

Patty was obviously shocked. Saying nothing, she turned her head to look at her father. For a second, PJ stood there with a scowl on his face, but after a second, he broke out into a huge smile and nodded his head up and down slightly. Patty's eyes lit up and her hands flew up to her cheeks. "Daddy? Really?" She asked. 

"Go on." PJ replied, laughing. "Answer him. This is what you've been wishing for all these months. Give him your answer, Baby Girl."

I thought Patty was going to pass out. She'd became animated and was jumping up and down once she figured out I was proposing to her in front of her father. When her father gave her permission to answer, she finally shouted "Yes!"

Pulling me to my feet, Patty thrust herself into my arms and kissed me deeply. "I love you so much!" She exclaimed. Then extracting herself from my arms, she jumped into her father's arms and she kissed him on the lips, just as deeply as she kissed me. I saw his hand reach up to capture one of her tiny nipples between his fingers and he tweaked it as they kissed. Neither one made any attempt to hide their actions, but I wasn't offended at all. I knew the score now. 

Shortly, Patty looked over at me and then up at her father. "But, Daddy," she started to ask, "what about...."

"He agreed to go, Baby Girl." PJ interrupted. "His proposal and your acceptance is contingent on his successful completion at the institute. Once he's done there and everything checks out, the two of you are clear to marry."

Patty was happier than any time I'd ever seen her before. She stood with her father, looking back and forth between the two of us. "You told him?" Patty asked. "You told him everything?"

"Yes," PJ replied, "we discussed it all and I'm satisfied he understands and fully accepts the situation." 

"Oh, Sweetheart!" Patty moaned, melting into my arms again. "It will be so perfect, Paul. I just know it's going to be perfect – for all of us - me and you and also for Daddy."

"I think a little champagne is in order. Don't you, Paul?" PJ asked as he led us down the stairs and into the sitting room where a bottle of bubbly was already on ice with three waiting glasses. We toasted our engagement and laughed and hugged each other. As we cajoled, I told PJ to go ahead and see what he could do to get me to the institute as quickly as possible. I could be ready to go as soon as they were ready to have me. 

We all sat on the love seats in the sitting room, with Patty sitting on my lap for a few minutes and then switching to her father's lap. As soon as she arrived there, his hand found its way to her thighs, and then a second later, Patty opened her legs and her father slipped his hand right up into the crotch of her shorts. PJ looked over at me as I stared at what he was doing, and then slipped his finger under Patty's short shorts, obviously rubbing my Angel's pussy. 

Patty peered over at me and smiled shyly. She bit her lower lip as PJ's fingers moved up and down her slit underneath her shorts. I started getting hard as I watched him finger my A-Cup Angel, and Patty was obviously enjoying it, too, because her eyes were closed and she'd tilted her head back and spread her legs further, allowing her father more access to her pussy. 

"Take your shirt off, Baby Girl," PJ said to her, "there's no need to be covered so much in front of Paul now. If he loves your chest as much as you say, then I think he should be able to see it here at home."

"Of course, Daddy." Patty replied. Then only a few seconds later, Patty lifted her shirt over her head and settled back onto her father's chest and put her arms around his neck. She looked over at me again and smiled when she saw my eyes watching her father's fingers playing between her legs. 

"On your wedding night," PJ said to me, "once I've taken my daughter's virginity and cum inside her, you'll be able to make love to your new wife. I'm going to let you watch me take her, Paul. And when I'm done, I'm going to watch you. Sounds exciting, doesn't it?"

I simply nodded my head in agreement as I watched him finger Patty. I couldn't believe how hot this was – watching him finger her pussy and get her so excited. He knew what he was doing, too, because Patty was writhing on his lap and bucking slightly with each wag of his finger. It wasn't long before she started to moan. Her eyes were open now, looking straight at me as his fingers worked away at her. Then all of a sudden, she made a grunting sound and closed her eyes. "Oh, Daddy, I'm gonna cum..... I'm so close."

My raging cock was thundering inside my pants, but I was hesitant to do anything more than watch PJ bring Patty to her climax, no more than six feet from me. The feelings I felt watching her cum under his touch were mixed – it was a nasty show to watch, but I felt jealous and happy for her at the same time. 

When Patty's orgasm was over, he whispered something in her ear and she came to sit on my lap. "Paul, Daddy is the only other man I'll ever want. If you can accept him touching me and fucking me, we'll all be gloriously happy." The look on her face told me she was preparing me for what to expect as her Sissy, and I knew at that exact moment I'd be servicing him. She reached down to press her palm against my cock and then she kissed me long and hard. 

After another minute, PJ put his glass down and said, "Okay, you two, break it up. There's just one more order of business to attend to and then I think we can call it a day." Both Patty and I settled into a cozy hug to let her father finish what he was about to say. 

"Patricia," he began, "earlier today I told you you'd have to be punished for sneaking around outside my office door while Paul and I talked. It's time for that punishment."

The mood in the room instantly changed and the look on Patty's face became quite somber. She got up off my lap, lowered her eyes and simply said, "Yes, Daddy." 

"But," PJ continued, "in celebration of your engagement and in anticipation of your marriage, I think Paul has earned the right to witness your punishment, Baby Girl. Do you object to that, Paul?"

The look that spread over Patty's face was pure horror. "Please, Daddy. I don't think that's necessary." Patty said with a fearful look in her eyes.

"I think it should be Paul's choice." PJ said, looking over at me. 

"She knew she was misbehaving, Paul," PJ continued, "and she's going to be punished whether you're here to watch or not. Those are the rules she's agreed to. Isn't that right, Baby Girl?"

"Yes, Daddy." Patty said. "I deserve to be punished because I misbehaved."

"PJ," I interrupted as I stood up close to Patty "considering the stress we've all been under today.... the whole thing about the documents, the institute, the discussion and the proposal, do you really think it's necessary to punish her? You know how excited she was. Can't you overlook a tiny mistake?" 

As soon as I said it, Patty moved her body right next to me. She urgently tugged on my arm and shook her head as if she was telling me not to say anything. But, I ignored her, and turned to PJ and said, "How about giving her a break tonight?"

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Paul." PJ explained. "You see, it's the way we do things. When she misbehaves, she gets punished. But, given the circumstances and your concern for the one you love, I'll give you the option of taking her punishment for her."  

I almost laughed when he gave me the option to take Patty's punishment. What was he going to do? Make her stand in the corner? I'd never once seen Patty with any kind of marks or bruises, and I knew he loved her too much to hurt her, so without even thinking about it, I said, "Okay. That's fine. I'll take her punishment."

"Oh, no. That's not necessary, Paul." Patty said quickly, looking up into my eyes. "It's no biggie."

"Paul, it's your choice." PJ said.

"I'll do it." I said again.

"Sweetheart," Patty said, yanking my face around so I'd look right at her, "I'd really prefer you just kiss me good night and go on home. I can handle this. Just go on home, and I'll call you first thing in the morning."

"I insist," I said, looking at Patty and then her father, "If you're giving me the option, then I've made the decision to take the punishment for her. Whatever she was going to get, just give it to me. No hard feelings and no grudges, either."

Patty gasped when she heard what I said. "No Paul, don't do this." Patty said, shaking her head and pleading with me. "You have no idea what you're saying."

"Think wisely, Paul." PJ added. "If you agree and then back out she'll get it twice or three times as bad as she would have. Are you sure you want to take her punishment?"

"Daddy!" Patty exclaimed, looking at her father as she started to cry. "Please don't do this, Daddy. I'm begging you!" Patty's eyes were red and tears were coming down her face. She was hugging her father and looking up at him. "Please, Daddy, no......"

PJ looked at me and simply asked, "Well? I need an answer from you, Paul."

Patty's face turned to me as she hugged her father and mouthed the words 'No' to me about three or four times. But, I wasn't about to let my fiancé be punished like a little girl on the night she finally accepted my marriage proposal – that sure wouldn't be very manly of me, so I answered PJ's question. "I'll do it and that's final." I said.

"Paul, I can see you're determined to take her punishment, and so you shall." PJ replied. "That's quite admirable and chivalrous." 

Patty buried her face into her father's chest and cried. I realize she didn't want me to do this, but, I couldn't figure out why she was almost hysterical. 

"Patricia!" Her father said. "Stop this crying right now or he'll get double because you're acting like a three year old."

He gave Patty a few moments to stop crying, and she did, but the way she looked at me afterwards broke my heart. Her eyes were red and her face was puffy. She could only shake her head from side to side as she looked at me.

"Take him up to your room and get him ready." PJ said softly. "And I mean the same exact way you get yourself ready for your punishments, Patricia. I'll give you exactly sixty minutes. If you're not ready when I come in, it will be double for him. And, since you pitched such a fit over the whole thing, I'm going to let you help, Baby Girl." 

I was beginning to get a little worried now – it was starting to sound very scary. PJ looked at his watch and said, "You're time is running. I suggest you get moving."

As Patty took my hand and led me out of the room, PJ said one more thing.

"Patricia, don't tell him how I punish you. Just have him ready when the time is up, and don't disobey me on this."

To be continued.



Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 11



Warning: This is the eleventh chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a "Quick Read", but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure. 

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As Patty led me toward the stairs and up to her room, she started to softly cry again. Grasping my hand tightly, she glanced at me and shook her head in disbelief at what I'd done, but she kept walking, pulling me along behind her. When we were well out of her father's sight, she stopped and pulled herself in front of me. Tears were coming down her face and she was obviously upset. 

"Why did you do that?" She asked softly, peeking over her shoulder to make sure her father wasn't watching or listening.

"What's the big deal?" I replied in a cocky voice. "I don't understand why you're so upset. I thought you'd be impressed."

"Sweetheart, you have no idea what you've done and what you're in for. I'm used to his kind of punishment and I've learned ways to deal with it," Patty said in choppy breaths in between sobs, "but, you haven't. Paul, I appreciate what you think you were doing, but, watching you go through this is going to be much, much worse for me than taking the punishment myself."

Patty hugged me tightly, pressing her naked chest against mine, and I could feel her trembling in my arms. She was quietly sobbing now as if she was headed for a full blown breakdown. Her reactions to me offering to take her punishment were way beyond what I expected, and I got the feeling she knew something I didn't know, and now I was wondering what I'd gotten myself into.

"Damn." I said to myself. I thought it had gone so well in the sitting room after my proposal. Patty started out hugging and kissing both of us. When she sat on his lap and he started to touch her leg and then moved up to her crotch, I was initially shocked. But, it only took a few seconds of watching him stroke her between her legs for me to start getting excited. When her father's fingers crept under the material of her shorts, I was completely hard and even though it was my fiancé he was feeling up, I had no will power to stop him. And quite honestly, I didn't want him to stop. Deep down, I wanted him to continue -- maybe even stripping her and making her sit with her legs spread open while he diddled her pussy. I remember thinking maybe he'd just go ahead and take her virginity now. Oh, man -- how I'd love to see that.

When he told Patty to take her shirt off, I was amazed at the way she immediately obeyed and pulled her shirt over her head. I was hard as a rock watching the way he was touching her and dominating her, and when he was telling me how he was going to take her virginity on her wedding night, I got this vision of her lying on her back as he thrust his cock into her pussy with one forward thrust -- making her yelp as his hard cock broke through hymen and into her virginal pussy. Without stopping, he'd drive into her -- time after time relentlessly shoving his cock deep into my beloved's pussy until he came inside her. The vision in my head was so vivid, and so exciting. 

Then I imagined the other part -- how I'd be made to suck and clean them both -- licking the virginal blood from her broken cherry off his cock while she watched -- and then having to clean their combined juices and his sperm from her pussy, too. To some it might sound disgusting, but, at that moment -- while I watched his fingers inside her shorts, I couldn't wait for it all to happen. I was consumed with it. 

When he first announced he was going to punish Patty, I thought it would amount to some trivial scolding, or similar childhood punishment. The whole thing seemed somewhat silly, especially at her age. And, Patty's father was right, I was trying to be chivalrous -- I was trying to protect my girl..... my new fiancé and when she was threatened, I stepped right up. 

There was one bit of solace, though. If I was going to be punished the same way she would have been punished, then I knew it couldn't be that bad. After all, if she'd been punished before the same way and got through it, it should be a breeze for me. After all, I'm much bigger and stronger, and.... I'm a man. 

After a second more, she broke our hug and took my hand and we walked the rest of the way to her room without saying a word. As we got to her door -- the exact place where I proposed and she agreed to marry me not more than an hour ago, I asked her what he was going to do..... what the punishment was.

"You heard what Daddy said, Sweetheart." Patty replied, looking up into my eyes. "I'm not supposed to tell you, so please don't ask me. I'm just supposed to get you ready, and we're going to have to hurry if we're going to be on time. It won't be good if we're not ready."

Once in Patty's room, she closed the door behind us and put her hands on her hips. She looked like she was deep in thought for a second and then she looked up at me, saying, "You're going to have to trust me on this, but, I think it will be better for both of us if we do this as Mommy and Sissy, Paul. So, from now until this is all over, I want you to become Sissy."

I had to think about that. In our conversations about the Sissy role play, we'd always said the Mommy/Sissy thing was just for us -- just for me and her. I don't know if the fact that she was my fiancé now had changed any of that, or the fact that I was taking her punishment, but, this certainly was a departure from what we decided. And, with the one exception when I was in my Sissy role in front of Angie that day at her Villa, we'd always been careful to play our Sissy games in private. With Patty asking me to become Sissy in front of her father, I now had a reason to panic.

"It will be fine, Sissy," Patty said, wiping her eyes with a tissue, "I've got some ideas and Mommy is going to be here to help you the whole time. But, I need you to listen to me and do exactly what Mommy asks."

Patty glanced over at the clock and then turned to walk toward her bathroom. "Take your clothes off, Sissy." Patty said over her shoulder as she reached the bathroom door. Toss everything on the bed and I'll pick them up in a minute."

I heard the opening and closing of cabinets as Patty rummaged around inside her luxurious bathroom suite. Following her instructions, I began to undress. I really didn't understand why I was undressing, but, when I was in my Sissy role, she'd taught me to do everything she said without questioning, so, that's what I was doing. I heard the water start to run in the bathroom as I pulled my undershirt over my head. I'd skipped wearing a bra today since I was coming to talk to Patty's father about marrying her. Even though most days I'd become used to wearing one, I felt it was best not to push the edge of the envelope on a day I was coming to talk to her father about her marrying me. 

I'd long ago completely switched over to panties, though. Patty helped me with that. We shopped for panties together and once we found the style I liked and fit me well -- and could contain my frequent erections, she cleaned out all my man underwear and we threw them away. Since that day, I've worn nothing but panties. 

So, standing in just my panties when Patty returned from her bathroom, she quickly pointed to the yellow silkies I was wearing and said, "Panties, too, Sissy. I need you to be naked for Mommy."

She was carrying several things in her arms, all bundled up in a towel. Dumping the bundle at the end of her large bed, my eyes popped open when I saw what she'd brought. Most notably, there were two disposable enema bottles, already out of their boxes and the protective wrapping removed. She had a few wash cloths, and a brand new bottle of the personal lubricant we used. 

Standing next to her, she quickly spread the towel out on top of her bed. "Hop up here, Sissy. Lie on your left side and pull your right knee up." She said. "Mommy's done this for you before -- you know how to do it."

In the flash of a moment, I realized there must be some reason Patty felt she needed to give me an enema. Now, that wasn't really so strange, since anytime we played with the strap-on, she'd always start me out with an enema. They weren't so bad, and I actually got to the point where I looked forward to them. Actually, that's not exactly true. What I looked forward to was the time Patty sat next to me in her Mommy role while the enema worked inside me. She'd slowly and carefully go through the process of giving me the enema, and once she'd squeezed the contents of the bottle up inside me, she'd sit next to me and stroke my cock until it was hard. 

Once I was hard, she'd rub my arms and my face softly while the fluid did its job. She never jacked me or sucked me during the enema, she'd only get me hard and then she never touched my cock again. She was always hovering over me -- never leaving my side and I always felt like she pampered me so much during the few minutes set aside for the enema. Maybe it sounds corny, but, one of the reasons I never put up a fuss about the enemas was the way she did those things. 

When the cramping would start, she'd massage my belly and speak to me softly, telling me it would be all over soon. And when I couldn't hold it anymore, she'd help me to the bathroom and close the door to let me get that stuff out. When I was done in the bathroom, she'd either have a warm wash cloth ready or she'd usher me to the shower so I could quickly rinse myself off. God, she was so good at looking after me. 

From time to time, she'd give me a second enema. It wasn't very often, but if she was going to get rowdy with the strap-on, she'd usually opt for a second enema to make sure I was cleaned out well for our play time. I guess that made sense, but I never questioned her, so when she wanted to do it, I always let her.

But tonight, she didn't hover over me. Once I was on the bed, she quickly slipped behind me, wiped me off and then slipped her lubricated finger in my bottom. Before I knew it, the bottle was in me and she was squeezing the solution into my bowel. Tapping my bottom, Patty told me to stay where I was and she'd be back in a few minutes. 

Lying there with the enema solution inside me, I knew it would start to work in a matter of a few minutes, so, I hoped she'd be back to me soon. Instead, though, she was scurrying around; going into her bathroom, into her closet -- then into the bathroom again -- buzzing around like a little humming bird. When the cramping began, I started making faces and grimacing. Another minute later, she stuck her head out of the bathroom and asked me if I was ready, and I told her I was. 

Patty came over and helped me off the bed, put her arm around my waist and walked me quickly to the bathroom. She'd turned on the heat lamp and I noticed numerous items laid out on her vanity counter. As she helped me to the stool and sat me down, she told me to hold it in as long as I could and then let it go. 

Bending down to kiss me, she said, "Mommy will be right back. You sit there and go." With that, Patty took a few steps to the doorway, switched on the exhaust fan, closed the door and left me to do my business. 

As I sat there trying to hold it in as long as possible, I heard her go into her closet and then the clanging of hangers. After a second, the noises stopped and I heard her footsteps disappear. In the silence, I finished what I had to do and after a couple of minutes, she came back into the bathroom. "All done, Sissy?" She asked. I told her I was done, and she reached out her hand and pulled me to my feet. 

"You okay, Baby?" Patty asked as she led me back to the bed and motioned for me to lie down again. "We need to do another one, Sissy. Be a good girl and cooperate with Mommy." She added.

We went through the same process again. The second enema went much faster and pretty soon, there was no question if I was cleaned out, or not. As I sat on the stool after the second enema, Patty reached into the shower and turned the water on. "Mommy's going to let this warm up for you while you sit there, Sissy." She explained. Then reaching over to her vanity, she picked up a pair of scissors and turned to me. "Sissy, listen to Mommy carefully." Patty said. "When I put you in the shower, I want you to use these scissors to carefully cut as much of your pubic hair as you can. We don't have time to shave you, so I want you to use one hand to pull the hair away from your body and then use the scissors to trim it as close to the skin as possible."

"I don't have time to get in with you," Patty added, "so you'll have to do it yourself. Be careful and don't cut anything down there, Sissy. Get as much hair off as you can and then wash up quickly. Use the shampoo in the big pump bottle," Patty instructed, "Daddy really likes the way it smells, and use the liquid soap on your body."

Pulling me up from the stool, she opened the sliding glass door to the shower and told me to get in. Handing me the scissors, she leaned in and kissed me again. "It'll be okay, Sissy. Mommy's going to be with you and I'll help you be a good girl for Daddy." Then, Patty kissed me lightly and told me to get under the water. "Hurry," Patty said, "we don't want to make Daddy wait."

She left the bathroom and closed the door and I went to work doing everything she told me to do. She came in once or twice while I was in the shower, opening the glass door to check my progress. Each time, she told me I was doing good and to hurry. When I was finished, I turned off the water and opened the glass shower door. As soon as I opened the door, Patty entered the bathroom and handed me a large, fluffy towel. "Hurry now, Sissy." She said. "Mommy's almost ready for you."

I dried off as quickly as I could. Patty came in and handed me a razor and a can of shaving cream. "Be sure you get rid of all that stubble on your face, Sissy," she said, "and don't cut yourself. We don't have time for that."

In just a few more minutes, I was clean, dry and shaved. Opening her bathroom door and walking out into her bedroom, Patty came up and ran her hands across my cheeks. "Nicely done, Sissy." Then taking a step back, she inspected the trim job on my pubes and she smiled -- the first time she'd smiled since we were down stairs with her father. "I like that look, Sissy," she said, "and Daddy will like it, too."

Patty then pulled me over to her bed. There, I recognized one of the baby doll nightgowns she had made for me -- the shortest and the most transparent. If I had to describe it, I'd say it was 'sultry'. It really didn't cover anything at all, and the matching panties were so sheer, you could see right through them. Lying next to them was a matching bra, which I'd never seen before. 

Patty held my hand and said, "I was saving the bra for a special occasion, Sissy. Mommy had it made especially for you by the same person that made all your baby dolls, and it should fit you perfectly. It's got some padding to make you look like you have boobs, and I can't think of better time than now to let you wear it. Obviously, it's just for show, but, I think it'll make you look more feminine and Daddy will notice." 

Patty glanced over to her nightstand to check the time. "Oh!" She gasped. "We really need to hurry and get you dressed. Then we can talk for a few minutes so I can give you some pointers."

Patty started with the bra. She'd dressed me so many times, I knew exactly what to do to make things easier for her. As she slipped the bra up my arms and stepped behind me to do the clasp, I smiled to myself. How much I enjoyed those initial few seconds when a bra is strapped around my chest. It's a defining moment -- at least it is for me and each time Patty dressed me in one, I adored the way it made me feel. Once or twice I even wished I had real breasts to put inside a bra, but, I never spoke of that to Patty.

Next, she bent down to hold my panties out for me. Since she was topless, as I looked down into the panties to see where to step, I could also see her tiny breasts and nipples. I remembered the way Patty's father touched her breast in front of me -- the way he intentionally tweaked and pinched her nipple as I watched. It was a powerful statement to me -- a statement that said "See, I can fondle my daughter in front of you."

"Sissy!" I heard her say.

When I looked down at her, she had an urgent look on her face. "I called your name three times. Didn't you hear me?"

I shook my head and told her I didn't. "Well, stop day dreaming, Sissy. We're running out of time."

As she pulled the panties up my legs, she asked me what I was daydreaming about. "Your father." I answered. 

"Daddy?" She asked.

"Well," I admitted, "in the last hour I've seen him touch your breasts and put his hands inside your shorts. The weird thing is that I wasn't upset at all. In fact, I was sort of wanting him to do it..... wanting him to do more. It's funny, but, when ever I though about someone else touching you, my biggest fear was I might get angry. What bothers me is that I wasn't angry at all. I was turned on."

"Sissy," Patty said, "We don't have time to discuss that right now. But, Mommy understands what you're saying and I promise we can calk about it later. We have to concentrate on getting you ready. We only have a few minutes before Daddy comes back."

Finally, Patty reached for the Baby Doll nightie and slipped it over my head. After adjusting the way it hung on me, she stepped back and looked at me from head to toe. "Good." She said. "Sissy, you look beautiful and Daddy is going to be very happy."

Then her eyebrows flew up and her eyes popped open. "Oh!" Patty said frantically. "I forgot something." 

Patty ran over to her nightstand and opened the drawer. Reaching in, she pulled something out and turned back to me. I immediately recognized the tube of anal lubricant in her hand as she crossed the floor back to me. "Turn around and bend over the bed, Sissy." 

It wasn't until that exact time that I actually realized what might happen to me. She'd given me two enemas, which wasn't a regular part of our habits -- just when we were going to have an extended anal play session with one of the strap-on toys we had. And now, it appeared she was about to lube my bottom up with the special anal lube she used on me before our strap-on play times. This stuff was a marvel of science, I'm telling you. It lasted a long time and included a desensitizing ingredient that was especially helpful when Patty got carried away and ran out of control as she fucked the hell out of my ass with her strap-ons. That didn't happen often, but, every now and then she'd get so turned on she'd just wail away at my butt. I loved it when she took me like that and we bought this lube to add to my comfort during those times. The dong she used in the strap-ons wasn't that big, but the lube helped -- even if it was just a placebo. 

I felt Patty pull my panties down to my knees as I bent over the edge of her bed. Next, she pried by cheeks apart and I felt her lubricated finger enter me. "Hold still, Sissy." Patty instructed. "Mommy will be done back here in just a minute."

When she removed her finger from my hole, I felt the tip of the tube push into me and then felt her squeeze a generous amount up into my butt. The only sensation I got was the momentary discomfort of the cold lube as it squirted into me, but that went away soon.




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 11



Patty reached over to the end of the bed and picked up one of the washcloths laying there and wiped the excess away. "There." She said in a satisfied tone. "I can't even tell you've got it in you." Then as I started to move, she told me to stay as I was. I looked over my shoulder to see Patty walking into her bathroom again. When she came out, she was carrying a small glass bottle.

"Sissy," Patty began, "Daddy has a very acute sense of smell and this is his favorite perfume." She held out a bottle and showed it to me. "It won't hurt to put some on you."

Without waiting for an answer from me, she opened the bottle and I felt her dab her finger once at the very back of my thighs and then pushing my nightie up, she dabbed one more time on my back. 

"Okay." Patty said as she looked at the clock on her night table. "Pull your panties up, Sissy. We have about four minutes before Daddy comes in."

After pulling my panties up, Patty fixed my baby doll again and told me to sit down on the bed. Then sitting next to me, she reached for my hand and held it in her lap. "Sissy, it's very important you to listen to Mommy now. Can you do that?"

"Yes." I answered, softly. "He's going to fuck my ass, huh? That was going to be your punishment, wasn't it?" I asked, already sure I knew the answer to that question.

"Just listen to me, Sissy." Patty said, completely disregarding my questions. "This is very important. You have to focus on what your Mommy is about to tell you." 

I knew from the expression on her face that her father was going to come through her bedroom door, rip my panties off and fuck my ass. That was going to be the punishment she was supposed to get - I was positive of it. There was no doubt in my mind, especially when I remembered Patty telling me she had a painful anal sex experience some time ago, saying the man was rough and it wasn't a good thing for her. As added confirmation, Patty had given me two enemas to make sure I was perfectly cleaned out and squirted more lube in my ass than she'd ever used before. Everything was adding up -- I put two and two together and was sure her father's normal punishment for Patty was fucking her in her ass. "Damn," I thought, "I can't fucking believe this."

"Sissy!" Patty shouted, shaking me back to the present, "listen to me now!" Patty said, shaking my arm and staring at me. When she was sure she had my attention, she looked at the clock and then peered into my eyes.

"Sissy, Daddy's not a mean person. But, a man in his position expects his orders to be followed, and followed quickly. So, if he tells you to do something, do it immediately -- don't think about it, say "Yes, Daddy" and then just do it. Next," she said still holding my hand, "the only thing I've ever been able to find that lessens Daddy's punishments is real crying. And I mean tears, Sissy. So, don't try to bear the punishment like a man would. It's totally okay to cry, but, if you try to fake your crying or your tears, then you're really in for it. All I'm saying is that if you feel like crying, you'll probably be better off if you do."

"Okay," Patty, continued, " now most importantly......"

Just then, Patty's door opened and PJ walked in and closed the door behind him. Patty immediately stood up next to the bed, and then turning to me, motioned for me to stand up, too. Neither PJ or Patty said anything as he walked toward me, and then once he was right in front of me, he reached down and pulled the hem of my baby doll up and looked at my panties. "Turn around and face the bed." PJ said. As Patty suggested, I immediately turned around. Again, he picked up the hem of my baby doll and looked at my backside. 

"Lower his panties, Baby Girl." PJ said calmly. As soon as he said it, Patty moved behind me and pulled the baby doll panties down to my thighs and stepped back. I could feel his eyes on my bottom while I stood there nervously. After about thirty seconds, he said, "Pull your panties up, Sissy."

My ears burned when I heard him call me 'Sissy', but I reached down and pulled the matching panties up and stood back up. 

"Stay as you are, Sissy." He said, speaking to me, then turning to Patty he said, "You did well for only having sixty minutes to prepare him, Baby Girl. You even made him wash his hair and use perfume.... that's a nice surprise. I'm impressed." 

I stood there in silence, afraid to say anything -- afraid to turn around and afraid to look at Patty. It seemed like an eternity before PJ spoke again, and when he did, it startled me.

"Let's get started." He said to Patty. "I don't see any reason to postpone this any longer. Get the table out and set it up."

I heard Patty walk away toward her walk in closet as PJ stepped up next to me. He leaned over and bent his head close to my ear. Whispering softly to me, he said, "I don't get the pleasure of punishing Patricia very often anymore. She hardly ever disobeys me these days, Paul. I want you to know I was very happy when you volunteered to take her punishment. It shows me that your love for her has no bounds, and I'm hopeful you'll come to accept an occasional punishment as well as she has. If you do, you'll find I can be quite understanding and compassionate."

As PJ finished speaking, I heard Patty rolling something across the carpet and stopping a few feet behind me. There was some clicking, and the sounds of metal pieces unfolding or snapping into place. I wanted to turn around and look, but, I kept facing forward. With every sound, my stress level and my anxieties increased. It became unbearable after a few minutes.

Soon the noises stopped and Patty came to stand next to me again. "I'm delighted with you, Sissy." PJ said as he walked behind me. "I bet it was unbearable standing there listening to all those sounds -- wondering what fate was in store for you. Tell me, Sissy, do you still feel as cocky as you felt when you volunteered to be punished? Is fear setting in yet?"

"I, uh...." I stuttered, trying to say something coherent, "uh..."

"Take your time, Sissy." PJ said softly as he came around to stand in front of me. He turned his head to look at Patty and then looked back at me. He raised his left hand and placed it on my chest, directly on top of my bra and I felt him squeeze softly. "Hmm," he said, "I like the way that bra looks on you. You'll have to wear it for me again.... sometime soon, perhaps."

PJ looked directly in my eyes as he touched my chest. He glanced down briefly and I felt his other hand go under the hem of my baby doll and push its way right inside my panties and grasp my soft cock. His touch felt foreign and rough, but he wasn't hurting me. 

"You're not hard, Sissy." He observed. 

Looking over at Patty for an instant and then back at me, he continued speaking, saying, "Patricia told me you almost always get hard when you wear panties. I was certain you'd be erect for me. Is it because you're scared? Maybe it's the embarrassment of being dressed like this in front of me. Do you feel humiliated, Sissy?"

I cleared my throat without turning my eyes away from him. "All three, I guess, Daddy." I gulped when I called him 'Daddy'. It felt strange to say that word since I can't ever remember saying it to my own father. 

"Very good, Sissy." PJ said as he smiled and squeezed my cock. "Looks like Patricia had enough time to give you some training. It's very promising, indeed." Then he briefly looked toward Patty and said, "Take the Baby Doll off him and then take the rest of your clothes off, Patricia. Let's see how he reacts to you being naked with me present."

I dared not look away from PJ, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Patty push her shorts and panties down and step out of them. "Come stand next to me so he can see you, Patricia. Maybe we can coax an erection out of his sleeping penis." PJ smiled as he looked at me. I felt his hand begin to caress my cock down inside my panties, but I still wasn't getting hard. 

"Look at her." PJ said to me, reaching over to take Patty's panties out of her hand. "You saw me feel her breasts and touch her inside her shorts earlier, didn't you?" He asked.

I turned my head away from Patty to look at him and nodded my head up and down. 

"You were hard then, I know you were. I saw it." PJ added as he slowly raised Patty's panties to his nose. "Just so you know," PJ continued, "Patricia and I have discussed your attraction to panties many times and I fully support you on that. Believe me," PJ added as he took a long sniff of the gusset of her panties, "I completely understand how strong a panty fetish can be, especially when Patricia's panties are involved. But, I warn you right up front," PJ said as he leaned in very close and smiled, "we'll probably end up fighting over her panties each day."

"Well, well." PJ said as he leaned back and looked over at Patty. "I feel something growing down there. Perhaps we should take a look. What do you think, Patricia?"

Patty stooped down in front of me, bending underneath her father's probing hand, and pulled my panties down to my knees. Patty stayed down in front of me, watching her father ceremoniously squeeze and release my cock. I was almost completely hard now and when I looked down at Patty, I could see her eyes were wide as she watched her father fondling me. 

"Open up, Baby Girl." PJ said, guiding my hardened cock to her mouth. "Just a quick suck and a kiss," PJ said as he laughed, "I don't want him to enjoy himself too much. After all, he's supposed to be getting punished."

Patty's mouth opened and she bent in to take my cock inside while he held it for her. Closing her lips around my tool, she closed her eyes and began to suck on me. PJ looked at me and smiled a proud grin. "She's been taught by experts." He said as we both watched Patty mouth my cock. "When she wants to," he continued, "she can make me cum in less than thirty seconds. But, I like it when she takes longer. I love seeing her on her knees with my penis in her mouth."

"That's enough, Patricia." PJ directed. "Just give his head a kiss and we'll get on with it." 

Patty looked up at us and then pulled off my cock. I think she intentionally slobbered all over me to add to the visual effect, and it did. PJ continued to hold my cock for her as she leaned back in and placed a kiss at the end of my rod, snaking her tongue out at the end of her kiss to lick up some of the slobber.

When patty was done, PJ told her raise my panties and get up. Reaching out and gently pulling my panties up and over my hardened cock, she stood. Then PJ reached over, put his hand inside the panties again and gripped me very tightly. After a second, he jacked me a few times and looked over at Patty. 

"He's got a nice one, Patricia. It's very firm and stout." PJ remarked as he squeezed and handled my cock. "I think it'll fill you up nicely, Baby Girl," he added, "once I've taken your cherry on your wedding night, that is."

Patty let a small smile form at the edge of her lips. She peered up into my eyes as he let go of my member and walked behind me, saying, "I think we've caused him enough anxiety. Let's get him into position so we're not here all night doing this."

"Would you mind introducing your Sissy to the table and get him situated on it, Baby Girl?" PJ asked.

"Yes, Daddy." Patty answered, then reaching for my hand, my naked A-Cup Angel stepped up to me, reached up to give me a kiss me and then asked me to turn around. Taking a deep breath, I turned around and saw what they were calling "the table".

"The table" looked ominous and frightening as I took my first look at it. It seemed to be a cross between a massage chair and a gynecology exam table. There were padded velcro straps all over it and the frame itself appeared like it could bend and change shape. It seemed well padded and had crisp, white fitted sheets stretched tightly across the three pads that made up the top surface. It wasn't small -- probably six feet long and almost three feet wide, and maybe twenty five inches in height. The table had rolling wheels similar to the wheels on a hospital bed and the more I looked at it, I was positive this contraption was not hand made -- it was expressly made for a specific purpose.

Patty let go of my hand and walked to the far side of the table. She lifted a latch on the frame and the top surface seemed to separate into three sections. Then, bending down, she began to turn a crank and one section at the very end of the top surface began to lower. Patty continued to turn the crank until that section lowered almost to the floor. 

She reached over to another crank and as she turned it, the middle section of the table started to angle down. All this continued for several minutes, and while I watched her work, the device was obviously being configured for someone -- namely me -- to be laid out on the padded surface and from what I gathered, be strapped down to it.

Each sound the table made as Patty used the cranks and levers to configure it pounded through my head. PJ stepped to my side and I watched what Patty was doing. "It's quite comfortable," PJ told me, "you'll see. It supports the body perfectly. All the pressure points, joints and extremities are equally supported. I'm sure one could almost fall asleep on that thing."

"Do you mind if I ask what its intended purpose is?" I asked. "I mean, what is that thing really made for."

PJ smiled as he looked over at me. Reaching down to put his hand around my cock through my panties, he gave my member a tug and said, "I'm surprised you don't recognize it from your visit with Angie." PJ replied as he chuckled under his breath. "It's made for training, punishment and discipline, Sissy. It's an amazing and effective tool," he explained, "both Patricia and I have had the chance to experience it. And you'll have your chance in just a few moments since it looks like Patricia is just about finished."

Patty stood up and nodded to her father, indicating she was done with the table. He walked around and checked each latch and crank. Lastly, he shook the table, checking for stability and nodded his satisfaction. "Very good, Patricia." PJ remarked. "You can do the honors of getting him on it now. I'm sure you'd be considerably gentler with him than I would."

Patty came to stand in front of me and reached out to take both my hands in hers. "It'll be okay, Sissy. Mommy's going to be here with you the whole time. Be brave and do what Daddy says -- come with me and don't be afraid."

"Make sure he removes his panties himself," PJ mentioned to her, "and make sure his penis goes into the receptacle properly."

By now, I was sweating and on the verge of trembling. As she led me to the lowered end of the table, my heart started to thump and I felt my breath catch a few times. When I was within a step or two of the table, Patty stopped me and told me to take off my panties.

"Sissy," Patty said softly, "you need to take your panties off now. Can you do that for Mommy?"

Like I was in a dream, my hands floated to my waist and I pushed my panties down in one motion, making my hard cock bounce up and down as I stepped out of them. Patty reached down to the floor, picked them up and handed them to her father. Then pointing to the lowered platform, she told me to kneel down on it and lay my stomach against the angled piece while I guided my cock into a small hole in the pad. 

Following her instructions, I kneeled down on the cushioned platform close to the floor and aimed my cock toward the hole she pointed to. When my cock made contact with the hole, it pushed through easily and then with Patty applying pressure to my back, she pushed me the rest of the way forward until my belly was touching the pad. "Oh, God." I moaned to myself. I was doing this. I was really doing this -- I was allowing myself to be put into some contraption so Patty's father could punish me. I was so consumed with the intimidation of the table and how they were going to strap me to it, that I'd completely lost track of the fact that he was probably going to fuck my ass once I was on it.

Patty reached down to the side of the table and lifted up a small inflator bulb attached to a rubber hose -- very similar to the kind they use on a blood pressure cuff to pump it up. She squeezed it two or three times and asked me if I felt it, and I absolutely did. 

My cock must have been placed in some kind of inflatable sleeve because when Patty pumped the bulb, I felt pressure along the entire length of my cock. It didn't hurt, but, it didn't do anything to reduce the stress I was feeling, I can tell you that, for sure. 

Patty turned the release thumb wheel on the bulb and let the air out as she reached down to lightly rub my arm. "Its okay, Sissy." Patty said, reassuring me. "It's just to keep you from moving around too much. I'll let the pressure off for now."

Next, Patty moved behind me and one by one, moved my shins to the far sides of the platform I was kneeling on, as far as they would go. Once there, she told me to feel for the indentations in the cushions and then put my weight down in them, which I did. Next, she bent down and threaded two velcro straps over each of my legs and fastened them together, effectively locking my lower legs to the platform.

"Hold still now," she said, "I've got to adjust the pads before we do anything else."

She retuned to the side of the table and started turning some knobs and cranks until my legs raised and started to spread apart. At the same time, the angled platform was raised and it wasn't long before I felt I was hanging in mid air on my stomach with my legs spread out behind me. I starting to get distressed with the position I was in and I looked at Patty. I'm sure she could see the worry and anguish in my face because she had to force a loving smile on her face while she adjusted the table. A second later, I saw her eyes start to water again and then a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Hurry up, Patricia." PJ said. "This is taking entirely too long."

"Yes, Daddy." Patty replied, looking down at me with tears now on both sides of her face. She took a deep breath to try to compose herself, but even that didn't help and it wasn't long before she was quietly sobbing as she worked the controls of the table. Standing, she reached over my body and pulled two straps over me and secured them - one, just below my shoulders and one at my waist. Then she tightened them until they were snug, forcing me down into the cushions of the pads. Moving behind me, she tightened some straps at the top and bottom of my thighs and cinched them up, too. Now, except for my head and arms, I was completely unable to move as the table kept me in place, comfortably, but tightly.

PJ stepped to the other side of the table and started turning knobs and cranks and I felt the table, and me on top of it, start to move. At the same time, Patty was swinging out two small side panels and then one at a time, pulled my arms on top of them and strapped them down. Patty's father adjusted the table in a manner where my legs were separated as far as I think they could ever go and my butt was raised, forcing my head down to where I had to lay it on the pad beneath me. I saw Patty walk to her bed and pick up a small thin pillow and then walk back to me, lifting my head and placing the pillow under it. 

I could feel the position my body was in and my face burned with embarrassment because of it. There was no question in my mind how exposed I was or how open my legs were -- I felt completely vulnerable, and when they'd finished adjusting everything and the table finished moving, Patty stood next to me, sobbing quietly. 

"There!" PJ said as he locked down the dials, knobs, levers and cranks. "Patricia, while I get ready, I'll give you sixty about seconds to tell him what's going to happen next and what my expectations are."




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 11



I heard PJ walk away as Patty leaned down to me and cradled my head in her hands. "Oh, Sweetheart," she whispered as she cried, "I'm so, so sorry this is happening to you. Can you ever forgive me?" Patty asked.

"I love you, Baby," I answered, "there's nothing to forgive you for."

Patty smiled a little and then ran her fingers down my cheek sweetly. "You're going to have to suck him now, Sissy. That always comes first." Patty whispered to me. "He'll probably want to stick it in your mouth as far as he can. He likes to try to make me gag, so he'll probably do it to you, too. He won't hurt you, but, he might be aggressive. Just suck him and don't stop sucking. Be eager, Sissy. He likes the control of this and he'll try to do things to confuse you. Just suck on anything he'll give you and don't stop sucking. This part won't last long, and he won't cum in your mouth, so just do whatever you have to do until he gets tired and then he'll stop and go to the next part. And, don't waste your energy trying to get free. It's impossible, believe me. I've tried."

Patty glanced up to check her father and then she kissed me. "He's coming, Sweetheart." She finally said. "Be brave, Sissy. Remember to be eager and remember Mommy loves you." 

As soon as Patty stood back up, I saw PJ step up next to her. He was naked now, and his cock was hard and sticking out in front of him. The first thing I noticed was that he wasn't as small as I thought he'd be. Remembering back to the conversation Patty and I had in my car coming back from Angie's, she led me to believe her father's cock would be a lot smaller than mine. Well, if it was, it sure didn't look like that now, three inches from my face.

"Feed it to him," PJ said, "just like in his fantasy, Patricia. Feed your Sissy my cock!"

Patty grasped his shaft and moved it toward my lips. He had to reposition himself and move closer to the table, but when he got close enough, instead of moving my head away, I moved it forward, opened my mouth and took him between my lips. Patty's father immediately put his hand on the back of my head and held me there, holding my mouth on him as he gradually pressed into me. Suddenly, he thrust his pelvis into me, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth and momentarily causing me to choke. 

"Teach him now, Baby Girl." He ordered. "Teach your Sissy how suck your Daddy's cock."

Patty bent down next to me, not more than a foot away as he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. I hadn't even had a chance to suck on him or even taste him yet - he just started thrusting into my mouth so soon. It seemed like he was fucking my mouth more than I was sucking his him! 

"Easy, Sweetheart," Patty whispered, "keep your head still and open your mouth. Try to keep your lips tight around him and let him fuck into you, Sissy -- make your mouth into a pussy for your Daddy's cock to fuck, then just hold it still and let him face fuck you."

I tried hard to do exactly what Patty said, and it worked. I sucked in when he pushed into me and I let up on him when he pulled back. Soon, we got into a rhythm and he was smoothly fucking my mouth. "Good girl." Patty said, watching her father fuck my mouth. 

Soon, it seemed like he was getting tired and he slowed way down. When he stopped, he held my head halfway down on his cock, which gave me some time to catch my breath and actually taste him. Since I could move my head a little back and forth, I started sucking him, lightly at first and then stronger. Using Patty's slobber trick, I got his cock as wet as I could and that made it slide in and out of my mouth easier, and it also brought a response from PJ, who was now moaning and moving his cock in and out in time with my sucking. 

I didn't see when PJ started fingering Patty's pussy from behind as she bent down on her elbows next to me, but when Patty started to close her eyes and groan, I knew he was doing something. After a few minutes, he pulled his hand from between her legs and held his fingers under my nose, saying, "See how wet you're making my daughter?" He panted. "See how much you're turning her on, you little cock sucker? You're going to make the perfect little Sissy-Husband for her, you know that? She'll want to see you suck me everyday and I might even let you suck me all the way and drink my cum down your little Sissy mouth."

Patty opened her eyes and looked at me as he spoke. His words degraded me right down to my core and I was hurt by what he said -- calling me a 'cock sucker' and a 'Sissy-Husband'. I waited for Patty to stick up for me, but, she didn't. As I looked up into her eyes, pleading with her -- pleading with my Mommy to rescue me from what was happening, she only stared back, softly sobbing in sorrow while she watched me suffer.

Finally, huffing and puffing, PJ slowed his assault on my mouth and pulled his cock away from my face. As Patty predicted, he hadn't cum, but, my mouth was frozen - stuck in a sucking position even though he'd pulled his cock away. My eyes must have shown my broken spirit, driven by the realization that the things I'd said to Patty in privacy were now coming back to haunt me in the hurtful words said by her father. I was horrified and gravely offended that he'd use the words 'cock sucker' with me. What hurt me the most, and very deeply, was the fact that Patty heard him call me that and didn't show one ounce of concern. 

But my time to rest and think about how I'd just been orally used and verbally humiliated was short lived. As PJ stepped away from me, Patty kneeled down on the floor in front of the table and reached out to me. She turned my head so I could look right at her, and I saw she was outright crying again. "I'm so, so sorry." She whispered to me, her hands gently holding my cheeks forcing me to look at her. 

Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw PJ reach down to the side of the table and I heard him flip a switch. Almost immediately, I felt something grab my cock. He'd obviously activated some kind of device under the table and something inside the hole where Patty shoved my cock now had a hold on me -- a very strong hold, almost to the point where it was trying to crush my cock -- and it hurt. Even though the straps around my body held me tightly, I tried to pull myself out of the hole, but I couldn't. I was overcome with terror, afraid something was going horribly wrong and my cock was going to be hurt, damaged or even amputated, so I shook and pulled against the straps trying to free myself, but it was futile. 

With an angry face, I looked at Patty as she held my face toward her. She burst out crying, tears literally pouring out of her eyes as she looked at me. I was so mad, I tried to turn my head away, but she held me steady, making me look at her. "Please, Sweetheart," she begged as she wept, "look at me. Just keep looking at me the whole time. Don't look away -- just watch my eyes."

I was so distracted with the clamping down on my cock, my own humiliation, my anger and Patty's crying that I completely forgot about Patty's father. And at that exact instant - the most searing pain I'd ever felt in my whole life was unleashed on my butt and I let out a yell that probably broke windows in the huge house. 

"FUCK!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. 

It hurt like fucking hell and it sucked the breath right out of me. My eyes shot open and I looked at Patty wondering what the fuck was going on. Then I heard it. The sound of something flying through the air, "Whoosh!" and then "Thwack!"

"FUCK!" I screamed again as it hit my ass. 

It was the absolute most painful thing I'd ever felt in my life - with an incredible biting sting and burning. The sudden impact on my bottom forced all the air out of my lungs again and I tried to speak, but no words came out of my mouth. After a second I was able to take a breath and struggled once more against the straps, this time like a mad man tying to free himself from a straight jacket. I felt like my face was going to explode under the pressure of my exertion; the sheer amount of energy I was expending trying to set myself free was more than I ever thought I could muster, but there was no way I could fight my way loose. 

"Sissy!" Patty screamed, trying to get me to look at her as I struggled against the bindings. "Look at me, Sweetheart!" She yelled. There was no way she could hold my head still with her hands anymore, and she was moving around trying to put her hands on my cheeks to steady me so I'd look at her. Finally, I did stop to look at her, but, it was a look of seething anger I gave her. Despite that, she put her hands on my cheeks and put her face right in front of mine.

"Breathe, Paul!" She exclaimed. "Look at me," she implored as she was shaking my face, trying to keep my attention, "keep your eyes on me and breathe with me. Like this," Patty explained, as she took a deep breath and let it out, "now, hurry..... breathe now!"

"Thwack!"

This time the sting was so bad my whole body was jolted. I felt like my backside had been dowsed with a burning chemical and I was being forced to lie there while it ate my skin away. The sting and the pain was spreading, too. It wasn't just on my butt cheeks anymore, it was fanning out. The sting was so horrendous that I couldn't bear it anymore and my eyes started to water. I didn't care that I was a man and I shouldn't cry -- I didn't have a choice in the matter, the pain being inflicted on me was so bad, I couldn't stop myself from tearing. I tried another time to pull my arms out of the straps, but, finally accepting there was no way I was going to get loose, and because I was no longer able to tolerate the pain, I broke down and began to cry in earnest.

Patty's face came into view and she was visibly upset. She was crying almost as hard as I was, but the look on her face was one of pity and sorrow, not like mine were - from the pain. 

"Thwack!" 

This time, I didn't have the energy to struggle. All the energy I had left was being used up as I lie there crying, practically whaling. I'd never felt more helpless and willing to give up than I did then. 

"Daddy! No!" I heard Patty scream. "He can't take anymore!" 

"Thwack!"

I felt my body lurch with an involuntary reaction as the next swat hit my bottom. This time, I had no more strength to scream or struggle. I could only lie there, moaning and crying. My body was shuddering, though, in time with my crying. I thought after PJ fucked my mouth, my will and my spirit had been broken, but I was wrong. I knew as I laid there unable to do anything besides scream and cry, now I had been broken. 

"Oh, Paul!" Patty said, holding her hands to her face and looking down at me with sadness. She reached down to me and gently tried to wipe the tears from my eyes with the palm of her hand. I didn't have the strength to hold my head up anymore, so I simply tried to catch my breath.

"Patricia." I heard PJ call. She looked up at her father and then back down at me. She poorly attempted a forced, sympathetic, half-hearted smile, and then left me there alone in my suffering. I heard her foot steps go to the back of the table and then I heard her say, "Oh, please, Daddy." She moaned. "No. He's had enough."

"Baby Girl," he answered, "don't take this away from him now. You saw how well he's done so far. You don't really want to stop now, it's almost over."

"But, Daddy...." Patty begged.

"Patricia, I'm going to do this whether you like it or not." PJ replied. "You can either help, or I'll be forced to do him the same way I did you the first time. Is that what you want for him?"

"No, Daddy." She said, in between sobs. "I'll do it."

Not more that thirty seconds later, I felt a tight touch on my exposed anus. It startled me, and even though I was completely exhausted, I jerked out of reflex. "Just relax, Sissy," I heard her say as she cried, "Mommy's going to help Daddy make love to you, Sweetheart. Just try to relax and don't try to fight back anymore."

As she spoke, Patty was applying lube to my butt. As soon as I felt her touch disappear, I felt his hands on my hips and his body brushing up against the inside of my legs, moving himself into position to fuck me. 

"It seems appropriate," I heard PJ say to Patty, "since I took your ass cherry, and I'll take your vagina for the first time, I might as well take his cherry, too." 

"Please, Daddy." I heard her reply. "Make it nice for him like you do for me. You'll be gentle and go slow, wont you?" I heard her beg.

"Yes, but, I want you to help and watch, Patricia." I heard PJ say. "I want you to put me in his ass and stand next to me while I fuck him. I want you to see your Father's cock taking your future husband's ass. He'll get to see me taking yours plenty of times. Now take hold of me and let's get this over with."

"Aaahhh, yes...." he moaned, "that's it, Baby Girl. A little closer..... a little closer...."

I felt something nudge up against my ass and then I felt his cock start to push into me. I readied myself for what I knew was coming -- he was going to fuck my ass and Patty was going to help him do it. "This is it," I lamented to myself, "the final humiliation - the stripping of my maleness. I'm going to be a full blown spanked, cock sucking, and butt fucked Sissy after this."

I kept waiting for the pain, for him to slam into me -- thrusting himself into my waiting ass..... but it didn't come. All I felt was just light and gentle pressure back there, and then it would stop for a second and begin again. 

"Hold his cheeks open. Use your hands and pull 'em apart." He said to Patty. "I want you to see my cock going in."

Still, the pain of him fucking my ass never came. The pressure was there, but, it didn't hurt.

"Look, Patricia." He said. "See how far I'm in him now? I'm almost ready to fuck your Sissy."

Patty had stopped crying, although she was still sniffling. I could feel Patty holding my butt cheeks open and I could feel varying degrees of pressure, but that's all I could feel. After another thirty seconds, though, I finally felt it -- I felt his cock in my ass and that's the instant I accepted the fact I was being butt-fucked by Patty's father. Remarkably, it wasn't hurting. Maybe it didn't hurt because I was used to having Patty's strap-on up my butt, or maybe he'd finally relented and was, in fact, being gentle.

"Can you see?" PJ asked her. "I'm fucking him."

"Oh, God, Daddy....." I heard Patty moan. "You are fucking him!" She sighed.

"It's okay to enjoy it, Baby Girl." He answered. "After all the times we talked about it, and all the times you fantasized about it - now you can finally see it happening right in front of you. Just keep watching while your Daddy fucks your man." 

The entire width and breadth of my being -- all my sensory perceptions and every ounce of nerve response I had was focused on the feeling inside my ass. I could feel him sliding in and out of me now, and even though I knew I was restrained I consciously made an effort to stick my ass out for him and open my butt to him. 

I wasn't in pain at all, in fact, if anything -- this shameful, vile act -- being fucked in the ass by my soon-to-be father in the presence of my fiancé, was better than being spanked again. He wasn't pushing hard, but I could tell he was all the way in me. I thanked Patty silently for putting all the lube up my ass before this whole thing started and I silently thanked PJ for being gentle and kind while he did this to me.

PJ's speed started to quicken and I felt Patty's hands let go of my ass and then a second later, she was standing in front of me. Kneeling down to get close to my face, she said, "It's almost over, Sweetheart. Be a good girl and let Daddy finish." 

Just a few minutes ago I'd been bawling my eyes out, and now I was just lying here, lifeless and probably in shock. I really didn't care anymore what either of them was going to do as long as they didn't spank me anymore. I could take the face-fucking and his ass-fucking, too, but please -- no more spanking.

I couldn't bear to look at Patty face. Between the shame, embarrassment and humiliation of being restrained, face fucked, spanked and now butt fucked in front of her, all I could do was retreat behind my closed eyes and let him fuck me. 

"He's got a nice ass, Patricia. It's not as tight as yours and much more comfortable to be in." PJ said as she pumped himself in and out of me. "It feels very much like your mother's ass used to feel."

The table I was on moved slightly back and forth as Patty's father fucked me. I don't know how long he fucked me, I wasn't thinking straight. When I heard him moaning and groaning, telling Patty to come watch him cum, I prayed for this to be the end and they would let me loose. 

"Tell me you want me to cum in your Sissy's ass, Patricia." He said, as he fucked me. "I want him to hear you say it so he knows you approve of what I'm doing. Make it convincing, Baby Girl, and make it quick because I'm getting close."

"Daddy," Patty said sweetly, "I can't believe you're finally fucking him. I've wanted this for so long... to see the two of you having sex. And now, seeing it with my own eyes and watching your cock take him has turned my fantasy into reality. All I need now is to see you cum inside him."

"So, do it, Daddy. Cum inside my Sissy's ass." Patty hissed. "Pump your hot sperm into his butt and let him feel your cock explode into his man-pussy. Come on, Daddy. Cum in him!" Patty exclaimed.

I felt PJs pace speed up for a minute and then he stopped. "Oh, yeah!" PJ exclaimed. "I'm gonna cum in him, Patricia. I'm gonna cum inside your Sissy." 

Through the table, I could feel PJ almost stumble as he fought to stay inside my butt as he came. I felt his cock twitch inside my ass and I felt the warmth of his slimy cum shoot into me. All at once, I relaxed all my muscles and lay utterly exhausted and ashamed on the table. 

I felt PJ pull out of me. "Get me a wash cloth." I heard him say to Patty as he held himself up, panting and leaning against the table. Through my half-closed eyes, I saw Patty run to her bathroom and come out with several wet washcloths and scamper by the table without looking at me. 

"Patricia," I heard him say, "turn these bright lights down so he can rest. He damn well deserves it after what he's been through. Be sure you wipe him off good and give him the suppository." 

"Then," he added, "wait about five minutes before you start gradually loosening the straps. I'll be back by then and I'll help you move him to your bed. He can sleep with you tonight and you can take care of him." 

"Yes, Daddy." Patty replied.

With that, I heard PJ's footsteps walk away and then I heard the door open and close. I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful it was over. The only thing on my mind now was how quick I could get out of there.

To be continued...



Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 12



Warning: This is a very long chapter. This is the twelfth chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a "Quick Read", but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure. 

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I breathed a sigh of relief as Patty's father left the room, having undergone perhaps the most incredibly painful event of my life -- the spanking Patty's father had just given me. I was able to keep my eyes open by sheer will alone. I was completely exhausted and still in pain; my buttocks burning and stinging as I lie there strapped securely to the table.

My crying had tapered off. I wasn't bawling anymore, but, I was still sniffling and tearing. I was ashamed at myself for breaking down as I did, howling and screaming like a little kid as each swat came down on me, sending that blistering, searing pain through my body. I tried to be brave and suck up the pain, but the sting was way too intense, and it overpowered my ability to bear it. So, when the tears started, I couldn't hold them back. I cried and cried as Patty's father punished my ass for Patty's misbehavior.

I don't think I was completely lucid when I noticed the lights in Patty's bedroom dim. In my broken state, all I wanted was to be left alone. I was too embarrassed with myself after the way I completely lost control during the punishment to care about anything. The punishment was unbelievably humiliating and painful. I prayed that if I closed my eyes, I could withdraw from the reality of the situation and somehow, all of it would just go away and I could pretend it never happened. I was a completely broken man with no pride and no dignity. And the last thing I wanted was to have Patty look at me in my pitiful state. I just wanted to melt away into nothingness.

Then the anger started -- the seething anger I felt for both of them...... Patty for completely abandoning me, my feelings and her love for me, and, for her father, who....... well, for what he did to me. Mostly though, the seed of all my anger was the way her father so quickly and so easily called me "a little cock sucker" and told me how I was going to be Patty's "sissy husband" and suck him off every day of our marriage. 

My anger rose again as I was filled with shame over the way I cried uncontrollably in front of my fiancé as PJ spanked me. And with each vivid memory of the humiliation and pain, my anger grew and grew - I gritted my teeth and clenched my jaw. Mad and dishonored, I was angry enough to get up and walk out of there as soon as I was free, but the truth was, right now, I just wanted to hide.

The face fucking PJ gave me wasn't so bad. Ironically, I was hoping he'd settle down and just let me suck his dick. I would have been happy to do that. In fact, in some strange way, before the punishment began, I almost hoped he'd make me - or let me suck him off. I'd have done it willingly. There wasn't any reason to force my head the way he did and fuck my face like a common two dollar whore while he called me a cock sucker and a sissy husband.

But, no -- it couldn't be that easy. He had to grab my head and face fuck me. There was no kindness in what he did at all; it was forceful and demeaning. If he'd only have slowed down I could have given him a damn good blow job he would have enjoyed, something I know Patty would have been thrilled to see.

All the while, as he was holding my head and fucking my mouth, he was calling me that name -- 'Cock Sucker'. Emotionally, it was a new low for me -- something I'd never experienced. In my wildest dreams, I couldn't have pictured PJ Wentworth, the famous business tycoon, forcefully shoving his cock down my throat and calling me a cock sucker. I was in total shock as he used my mouth as a cock receptacle and verbally sliced away at my dignity and character. 

Over and over again -- all these thoughts roared through my head -- time after time, and I could still his words...... 'you little cock sucker'...... and my anger raised each time I thought about it. 

Still strapped to the table, I wrenched my head to where I could look around the room. I saw Patty in her bathroom. She was leaning against the vanity counter, running water in her sink. She was still naked and from what I could tell, she was crying, hanging her head over her sink as the tears fell from her face. But, quite honestly, I was so angry with her, I didn't care. Remembering the way she betrayed me when her father was calling me names, and the way she rooted him on while he fucked my ass -- well, somehow Patty's tears didn't mean that much to me. For that matter, nothing meant that much to me anymore. I just wanted to get out of there. 

Closing my eyes again, I thought about the butt fucking her father had given me at the end of the punishment and thankfully, it wasn't so bad. I hardly even felt it -- probably because Patty had squeezed so much of that desensitizing lube up my ass before the punishment began. Okay, so she did one thing to help me out. Big fucking deal. 

The butt fucking really wasn't that eventful. It didn't hurt...... I felt him in me, but, he didn't hurt me. Actually, the butt fucking was probably the most pleasurable -- I mean, putting it all into perspective. In all the times Patty and I had played with the strap-on, all my butt fuckings had been slow and loving, and I always thought that my first real butt fucking would be that way, too. Man, was I ever wrong. 

But, that fucking spanking!!!

Suddenly, lying there on the table, I felt the clenching pressure which held my cock fade away. My eyes flew open and I saw Patty at the side of the table having just shut off the switch that controlled whatever it was that was gripped my cock so tightly while I was being punished. Patty's eyes were red and she was sniffling. She looked down at me and placed her hand on my cheek. I clenched my teeth and struggled against the straps still holding me tightly to the table, and felt my face turn beet red. Patty began to sob again as she looked down at me.

"Oh, Baby..." She said, with tears in her eyes. "I'm so, so sorry this happened to you."

I couldn't look at Patty. Between the shame I felt and the way she betrayed me and helped her father debase me, I couldn't look at her. I turned my head away from her, laid it on the other side of the pillow and closed my eyes. Remembering what her father said before he left the room, I knew she'd soon be loosening the straps that held me to the table, and that might give me the opportunity to get myself free. If not, then I knew they'd eventually undo the straps, and then I'd get the fuck out of here.

I heard Patty start to cry harder when I turned my head away from her. I didn't care. All I wanted was to get loose and get home to the safety and solitude of my own house -- back to my own simple existence. But, shortly after I turned away from her, I felt Patty wiping my butt crack with something warm and wet. I assumed she was cleaning me off as her father had instructed.

My anger began to rise again as she touched my butt cheeks, forcing a wince of pain from my mouth due to the tenderness of my recently spanked ass. As a result, I started to sob again into the pillow, and as I lie there, it didn't take much to remember the incredible suffering I endured during the spanking. My God, did the man have no mercy at all? I wouldn't have beaten a mad dog the way he beat me! This couldn't be the way he punished Patty, I was sure of it. There's no way a little, petite thing like her could ever take that kind of beating. 

And so, my anger grew more.

Patty finished wiping me off and I felt her rub some lubrication around my butt hole and slip her finger in. She must be giving me the suppository her father spoke of. I guessed it was something related to the butt fucking he'd given me, but, I didn't care at this point. All I knew was it was getting close to when she was supposed to loosen the velcro straps holding me to the table. 

I opened my eyes for a second when I felt her touch leave my body. Patty's face appeared before me -- she was kneeling on the floor beside the table and tears were streaming down her face. "Please don't be mad at me, Sweetheart." She mumbled in between sobs. "I know you're in pain and you're probably angry. I understand those feelings. But, you'll feel better soon, I promise."

"Just leave me alone." I answered. "I've had enough of all this. I just want to go home."

I tuned my head away from her again, too hurt to even acknowledge her words or look at her -- and my anger grew a little more. I didn't hear Patty get up and move after I turned my head away, but I did hear her continue to cry and sob for several minutes as she sat on the floor next to the table where I was strapped. Her crying only served to heighten my anger because I knew she was just sitting there, looking at me as she cried -- and she wasn't loosening the damn straps. What the fuck did she have to cry about? It was me that took the punishment - not her!

While I waited for her to get up and loosen the straps holding me to the table, my mind drifted back to the worst thing that happened during the punishment and I began to dwell on it -- how Patty's father called me a little cock sucker. And if that wasn't bad enough, he called me that in front of my fiancé while I was strapped to a table where he'd planned to face fuck me, spank me and then fuck my ass. I could have let everything else go - I could have accepted the face fucking, the spanking and the butt fucking if he'd just not have called me those names. 

You see, for years, I'd had many a nightmare in the middle of the night waking up to unknown voices tormenting me, calling out, "Cock Sucker! Cock Sucker!"

The nightmares began to fade when I met Patty and our relationship blossomed. Over time, I became secure in the feeling that Patty accepted my panty fetish and my curiosity about other men's cocks. But, as soon as I heard him call me a 'little cock sucker', it all came back -- rushing back into my mind and I began to relive those nightmares while strapped to the table. It was psychologically painful and I was unable to deal with it while he assaulted my mouth with his cock, spanked my ass and fucked my butt. His words led to my complete emotional collapse. 

It was my worst fear -- being called a cock sucker, and when he called me that, it was like a hot poker being forced into my chest -- straight through my heart. It hurt me down to the center of my being -- in the most fundamental and basic way. I'd never forget this, and, it was completely and utterly unforgivable. The worst part was that Patty heard it and never stood up for me. And because she allowed it, I was devastated, completely broken and, yes, mad as fucking hell.

Soon, thankfully, I heard Patty's sobbing decline and I felt her loosening the straps on my right arm. Then, I felt her bend over my body and loosen the straps on my left and then the ones across my back. She shuffled to the side of the table and loosened the straps there and then worked her way down to the end of the table. Once she loosened them all, she came to stand next to my head and I felt her hands on my face. I opened my eyes to see she was still silently crying, but it did little to calm my hurt. 

However, this was the time I was waiting for, and after taking a deep breath, I mustered all the strength I had and exploded with a burst of energy in an attempt to get my self free from the table. In a fit of rage, I fought against the loosened straps in a futile attempt to get free. Although the straps were loose, they weren't loose enough to extricate my arms or legs, and all I could do was struggle.

"No!" Patty cried at me. "Paul, please don't! You'll just hurt yourself!" 

I turned my head to look at her -- with my eyes scowled and a grimace on my face, I struggled again, this time with so much force, the whole table shook. The sound of metal against metal filled the room and Patty jumped back in fear that I might actually get free. But, all I could do is struggle -- I couldn't get loose. Finally, exhausted and saddened, I gave up - lying limply on the table as Patty stood next to me, watching.

I heard the door open and saw Patty look up. "Daddy!" She sobbed as she ran over to him. 

I turned my head to look at the bastard, making sure he saw the anger in my face and the contempt in my eyes. When our eyes met, he instantly knew how angry I was, and as he walked to the table with Patty at his side, he swallowed hard as he stopped next to me. 

"Don't fight the straps, Paul." PJ said calmly as he put his hand on my shoulder. "She just loosened the straps to make it more comfortable for you until the sedative kicks in. I assure you," he added, "you can't get loose until we undo the straps all the way, and we won't do that until you calm down."

PJ pulled Patty away from the table and began whispering to her. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but as they talked, they both looked over at me from time to time. Patty was still crying and PJ was hugging her naked body and patting her back as she sobbed into his chest. My eyes were getting heavy and I closed them for a minute to rest -- just for a second, or so I thought. 

I finally felt Patty and PJ undoing the straps on my arms. I waited until I knew they had all straps undone, and when I heard PJ tell Patty to help me up off the table, I lurched myself away from the two of them and stood defiantly as they both looked at me in shock. 

"Where's my clothes!" I barked.

"I hung them up in my closet, Sweetheart." Patty replied as she pointed to her closet across the room.

I took a step toward her closet and suddenly felt dizzy and disoriented. I reached out to the table, trying to steady myself, and I almost fell over. PJ and Patty reached out to hold me up. Then somehow, they managed to help me stumble to Patty's bed where they laid me down. Patty's face appeared above mine as I tried to orient myself and get back up, but everything started to spin. When I saw PJ's face appear behind Patty's, my anger peaked. 

"Cock sucker, huh?" I yelled. "You fucking son of a bitch......."

I must have passed out after that. When I woke up, I wasn't sure what time it was. I was groggy and I couldn't focus my eyes. The room was dark, with the exception of a dim light coming from Patty's bathroom, and my first thought was to get my clothes and get out of there. I forced myself to sit up, and as I did, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Paul," the voice said, "lie down and go back to sleep."

I recognized the voice from somewhere, but I couldn't place it exactly. It was a female's voice, but it wasn't Patty's. Then, thinking I might have imagined it, I forced myself to sit up on the bed and swing my feet over the edge. My eyes were still trying to focus, but looking down, I could see well enough to know I was naked.

"Paul?" I heard the voice again and felt a touch on my arm. "It's Angie, Paul. You have to lie back down; you won't be able to stand up without falling. I'm not strong enough to pick you up off the floor by myself, so, please lie down."

I felt Angie's hands on my shoulders as she gently guided me back down on the bed. "Where's Patty?" I asked.

"She's in another room, sleeping." Angie answered. "She had a very hard time tonight, Paul. Things got bad between Patricia and her father.... I had to give her a sedative similar to the one they gave you."

"They drugged me." I said under my breath, as I felt Angie brush the hair out of my eyes and across my forehead. "Then he drugged her."

"It's not like that, Paul." Angie replied. "And you're in no condition to discuss it right now. You probably can't even hold your eyes open."

"Why are you here?" I asked. "How long have you been here?"

"I've been sitting here for several hours." Angie explained. "Patty called me and she was almost hysterical. When I arrived, she'd locked herself in here with you and wouldn't let her father in. Paul, it wasn't pretty. I gave her the sedative because she wouldn't stop crying and yelling. I see something like this from time to time at the Villa -- it's a form of extreme separation anxiety mixed with the feeling of helplessness for a loved one. The closer the attachment, the deeper the reaction can be. She'll be fine once she sees you're okay, though."

"Sounds like bullshit to me. How do you know all that?" I asked abruptly.

"Patricia probably didn't tell you," Angie replied, "but, I'm a doctor -- I've been one for over twenty years. Some of the clients that come to the Villa are my patients, too, including Patricia and her father. It's kind of an odd mix, I agree, being both a Dominatrix and a Doctor."

"Hmm." I huffed. "I've got to get out of here." I said as I started to get up again. This time, I felt one of Angie's hands in the middle of my chest and her other hand reached down to cup my naked nuts. She started to tighten her grip on my balls as she pushed against my chest.

"I gave Patty my word I'd stay with you until she woke up." Angie said as she pulled her face right in front of mine so I could see her. "I promised her I wouldn't let anyone in, and I wouldn't let you leave. Don't make me be a bitch, Paul. Just relax and go back to sleep. You'll feel much better if you'll do that."

I realized there was no way I could leave if I couldn't even see straight or stand up. Driving would be out of the question, and since Angie was taking her guard duties seriously, I accepted my fate and relaxed back into the pillow.

"That's better." Angie said as she pulled the sheet up over my naked body.

"Paul," she asked, "do you have any idea how things got so out of hand tonight? Patricia said she'd never seen you so angry before - she said you wouldn't even look at her."

"Did they tell you what they did to me?" I asked in return.

"Yes," Angie answered, "I got the full story from both Patricia and PJ. Was it the spanking?" Angie asked. "Because if that's what set you off, you need to know it wasn't what it seemed at the time. I checked your backside myself, and there's not a mark on you. I can explain to you later what you felt once you've had some rest and are ready to discuss it. But, you can feel for yourself, you're not hurt back there at all."

I moved my hand to my butt and very tentatively felt myself. What she said was true; my butt didn't hurt. In fact, it felt as if I hadn't been spanked at all. It was weird, because I knew he'd spanked me and the searing pain I felt was real, so real it drove me to tears.

"See?" Angie said. "Feels fine, doesn't it?"

"Uh huh," I moaned, "I don't understand it. He spanked the shit out of me."

"I can explain it all to you later." Angie replied. "So, that was it? It was the spanking that got you so upset?"

"No." I answered, shaking my head. "It hurt, but, that's not why I'm mad."

"Then what was it?" Angie inquired.

"He called me a little cock sucker," I said, "and told me I'd make a good Sissy Husband for Patty."

"I see." Angie said as she patted my hand. "And that hurt you?" Angie asked, sympathetically.

"I don't expect you to understand, Angie." I said. "The spanking, and the way he made me suck him and the way he fucked my ass, I could handle all that. But, he called me a cock sucker in front of my fiancé and insinuated my married life would be filled with nothing more than servicing him."




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 12



"Well," Angie sighed, "that explains why you tossed and turned in your sleep for an hour mumbling the word 'cock sucker'."

Angie paused for a second, and then continued speaking, saying, "I'm betting there's more to it than that, though. Maybe something about being called a cock sucker? Would that be right?"

"Yes." I answered. In the next few minutes, I explained to Angie about the nightmares I had for years where I was plagued with voices calling me a cock sucker. She sat and listened, never saying a word as I explained why his name calling hurt me so much, and how I felt Patty completely betrayed me. 

"Paul, I've heard it said that old wounds hurt the worst once they've been reopened." She said as she sat on the bed next to me. "Why don't you get some rest and we'll talk about this more in the morning."

"Oh, Paul..." she said as she got up from the bed, "there's one thing I need to tell you before you go back to sleep."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Patricia is deathly afraid she's lost you." Angie said to me. "When I told you earlier she was almost hysterical last night, that wasn't an exaggeration. She's convinced you're going to walk out on her. And, I know you didn't ask for it, but, here's my opinion: I've never seen someone love another person more than she loves you, Paul. I think you owe it to her, and yourself, to sit down with her and talk through what happened last night before you make any decisions. I'll offer to help the two of you do that, if that's what you want. Otherwise, I'll stay out of it."

Somehow, the bite of my anger was slipping away. What Angie was saying clung to me and invaded my heart, warming me to a point where I felt I might stay and talk to Patty -- maybe even take Angie up on her offer to mediate.

"I need to pee." I said, looking at Angie's blurry face, still unable to see her clearly.

"I'm not surprised." She answered. "From what they told me, you had a good deal of wine and champagne last night. Alcohol can go through you pretty fast."

I started to move, thinking I could get myself to the bathroom, but Angie stood up from the bed and I felt her arms reach out and circle my waist. "Come on," she said, "lean on me and I'll help you in there."

As she helped me to my feet, I momentarily paused when it hit me I was naked. Then, remembering she'd seen me in my naked glory before, including masturbating myself right in front of her, my current nakedness didn't seem to matter much. And as we made our way to Patty's bathroom, I thought of the things I did in front of Angie when I saw her at the Villa. 

When we got to Patty's bathroom, there was a large medicine cabinet with a towel bar hanging above the toilet. As Angie shuffled me in place in front of the toilet, I reached up to grab the bar to steady myself. "Just hold on so you don't fall," Angie said, "Patricia would kill me if I let you crack your head open on her bathroom floor."

Then, I felt Angie's hand around my limp penis, holding it gently, pointing it down into the toilet. I turned to look at her fuzzy image, and she said, "Relax, Paul. I've done this hundreds of times with clients at the Villa."

I smiled a little and then tried to concentrate on peeing. Angie's hand was warm and I couldn't help think about her holding my cock. As I stood there, trying to pee, the worst thing happened. I started to get hard. I tried to will it not to happen, but it didn't work and after a minute, it was evident to both of us my cock was more interested in Angie's hand, than it was in peeing.

"Uh oh." Angie giggled. "Looks like you've changed your mind about peeing. You didn't do this on purpose so I'd give you a hand job, did you, Paul?"

I tried to laugh even though I was still a little dizzy and my eyes weren't focusing yet. "No," I replied, "I really had to pee. I'm sorry about this, Angie."

"It happens." She replied. "If I take care of that for you so you can pee, do you think we can consider it Doctor-Patient privileged information so I don't get into trouble with Patricia?"

"You don't have to." I answered. "I'll just go back to bed and try to sleep some more."

"But then you'll be up in thirty minutes having to go." Angie argued, "So, let's just take care of that so you can pee and get back to bed. Hold on for a second." Angie made sure I had a firm grip on the towel bar and then stepped over to Patty's vanity. There, she picked up a small bottle of hand lotion and moved back over to me. By now, I was completely hard and my prick was pointing up toward the ceiling.

"When was the last time you ejaculated?" Angie asked.

"Uh," I stammered, "yesterday morning, I think" 

"And how many times a day do you usually cum, Paul?" She asked as she reached down to grasp my member, stroking it gently.

"Two or three," I answered, "sometimes four if I'm with Patty all day. She's pretty good about keeping me relieved."

"Sounds like it." Angie giggled. "Well, we'll just consider this as being under doctor's orders, so you hold on to that bar tightly and let me see what I can do for you."

I heard the snap top of the hand lotion pop open and the sound of squeezing. After a second, I felt both of Angie's hands, lubricated with hand lotion, grasp my cock and start to skim up and down my cock. 

"You've got such a wonderful penis, Paul." Angie said as she touched me. "It's very hard and nicely shaped. I enjoy touching one that's as nice looking as yours."

She started to twist her fists lightly around my cock and then jacked me up and down. "How's that feel?" She asked.

"Good," I said, staring to breathe hard, ".....really nice."

"You're not going to fall over, are you?" Angie asked.

"No." I replied, starting to enjoy her hand on my rod. Now, I thought Patty's hand jobs were good, but damn, Angie was definitely a professional when it came to handling a man's cock. I wasn't surprised, though, given what she does for a living and my experiences with her so far. 

After a few minutes jacking me, she asked, "Is it working yet?"

"Oh, yeah," I answered, "you're really good at that."

"It comes with the territory." Angie laughed as she answered. "I've given a lot of hand jobs to clients, Paul. If you come spend a few days at the Villa with me, I can introduce you to some interesting types of penis massage."

Angie's hand job felt divine, and even though I was still dizzy and couldn't see well, that didn't stop me from enjoying her skilled ministrations on my cock. I was starting to get close and she must have known it, because she whispered up to me, "Want me to slip a finger up your butt, Paul? Most men like that."

"Oh, yes." I moaned. 

"Okay, then," Angie replied, "you just cum whenever you're ready. Don't hold back."

I felt Angie kneel down next to me as she continued jacking me with her right hand. Then, I felt her gently feeling for my bottom hole with her left hand and when she found it, she slipped her lotion covered finger slowly up into my butt. "That doesn't hurt, does it?" She asked.

I didn't even get a chance to answer because almost as soon as her finger went in me, I started to cum, spewing white gobs of sperm all over Patty's toilet. "Oh, my!" Angie exclaimed as her finger wiggled inside my butt and her hand jerked me. "Looks like you really needed that." She said, giggling again. 

Angie milked my cock four or five times to drain all the cum out of my rod and pulled her finger out. "Any soreness in there?" Angie asked as she pulled her finger out of my butt.

"No," I answered, "not that I can feel."

"I wouldn't think so." Angie replied. "It feels like you open up quite nicely and PJ's penis should have been able to fit in there with plenty of room."

She left me standing there by myself for a minute as she stepped over to Patty's sink and turned the water on. As it ran and she washed her hands off, she said, "Now, remember Paul, we're going to keep this to ourselves -- just between doctor and patient. It was a necessary procedure to help you urinate." Then she smiled at me, and left the water running. 

Reaching for a towel to dry her hands, I felt the urgency of my need to pee come back and I turned to her. "Uh, I'm gonna pee, I think."

I started to pee just as she reached down to direct my piss into the toilet. "That was close," Angie observed, "but, see..... it worked." 

When I was done, she pulled a piece of toilet paper off the roll and dabbed it to my cock head, and then she leaned over to turn the water off. "I absolutely adore your manhood." Angie murmured. "I'd really encourage you to consider my offer and come see me. You won't regret it." Then, Angie laughed and said, "For now, though, I think we better get you back to bed," she said, "you'll probably sleep another six hours."

As she helped me back to Patty's bed, she asked me if I'd promise to stay here and get some rest. "I need to go check on Patricia, but, I won't do that until I know you're sleeping again."

"Alright," I replied, "I promise."

"Good." Angie said as she helped me climb into bed and pulled the sheet up over my body. "Oh, I've got an idea!" She said as she turned to walk across the room. Then, opening Patty's closet door, she reached down into Patty's clothes hamper and fished out a few of Patty's worn panties. Holding each of them to her nose as she walked back to me, she handed them to me. "I should have thought about this earlier." She said. "I bet you'll sleep better if you keep these. A familiar smell is one of the most calming influences in newborn infants. Did you know that? I bet you'll sleep like a baby with Mommy's panties next to you."

Funny choice of words, I thought. Amazingly enough, as soon as I held Patty's panties to my nose, the familiar scent of her pussy seemed to make me want to let down my guard and relax with them. 

"Close your eyes, Paul and go back to sleep." She said. "I'll be here when you wake up."

And I did just that, I wadded up Patty's panties and held them in my hand next to my face and fell fast asleep.

When I woke up again, the sunlight was filtering through the window shutters. I blinked my eyes a few times to see if I could focus on anything and slowly, but surely, my eyes began to work normally. I rolled over in the bed to see Patty and Angie standing by the door, quietly talking. I couldn't make out their words, but once Angie looked over and saw me looking at them, she reached out and took Patty's hand and pointed toward me. After whispering something into Patty's ear, Angie walked over to the bed and sat down next to me. 

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Close to 2:00 PM." Angie said, as she placed her palm on my forehead. "Do you feel nauseous at all? I don't feel a fever."

"No," I answered, "I'm hungry, though."

Angie smiled. "There's a cart from the kitchen right outside the door." She replied. Then, Angie leaned in close to me and whispered, "Patricia's been pacing the floor for two hours waiting for you to wake up. She hasn't eaten anything, either, but, what she really wants is to talk to you."

I looked over at Patty and she was standing as still as a statue as she watched Angie and I whispering. I could see her eyes were red, and I knew it meant she'd been crying again.

"Please, Paul." Angie said. "Give her a chance..... that's all I'm asking."

I bowed my head and then looked up to Angie. "Sure." I replied.

Angie gave me a wink and smiled. Then standing, she held her arm out and waved Patty over. The smile that beamed from Patty's face was bigger than big, and she ran over to the side of the bed and stood next to Angie. 

"I'll go down to the kitchen and get us some coffee." Angie said as she turned to walk toward the door. "Be back in a few minutes!" 

Patty and I both watched as Angie left the room, and once the door closed behind her Patty asked, "Do you still love me, Paul?"

I guess I should have been ready for her to ask me that, but, I wasn't. Honestly, I had mixed feelings. Yes, I did still love her, but I also felt like she abandoned me last night -- and it still hurt.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out for my hands. Then, looking past me and seeing her panties on the pillow where I'd slept, she reached over and picked them up. "It would be nice to know that you slept with these because you missed me." Patty said softly.

I opened my mouth, about to speak, but she pressed her fingers against my lips. "Please, Sweetheart, I have something I need to say."

"I can't undo what happened last night and I know you're really hurt and mad at me. I feel guilty I let you take my punishment and I feel guilty that I didn't protect you, like you tried to protect me. It hurt me so much to see you go through all that, Paul. And I was so worried about what Daddy was going to do...... I would have said or done anything for him to make it less for you."

I sat there looking at her as she spoke and the look in her eyes was one of complete sincerity. 

"Angie told me after I got up about your nightmares and how hurt you were with the names Daddy called you. She said you thought I abandoned and betrayed you, and I sensed the same thing last night when you wouldn't talk to me. Oh, Sweetheart, I swear to you right now..... that kind of talk from Daddy was just part of how he was trying to humiliate you. He didn't mean any of that."

"You know," Patty continued, "When he spanks me, he calls me a 'Slut' and a 'Cunt' -- me, his own daughter! He doesn't mean any of those things, Paul, he just says it to get you mad. And if I would've said anything or stopped him, he would have just done it more."

I looked away, toward the window next to her bed, and Patty got up on the bed -- right in my face, and said, "Look, he didn't know about your nightmares -- I didn't know, either -- you never told me about that. Yes, he was too hard on you, Sweetheart. I know it and he knows it.... even Angie knows it."

"Don't throw everything away, Paul." She said as she looked into my eyes. "Please tell me you love me enough to forgive. Give me a chance to earn your forgiveness, that's all. Just tell me you'll give me a chance."

Patty leaned down and put her head on my chest, then looking up into my eyes replied, "Daddy feels horrible about what happened, Paul. Believe me. I've never seen him torn up like this. We had a huge fight last night and I did something I've never done before -- I slapped him in the face. Twice."

Just then, the door opened and Angie pushed the cart of food from the kitchen through the doorway. "Breakfast anyone?" She called out as she closed the door behind her. "Hot coffee?"

"You both should have something to eat." Angie said, pushing the cart up next to the bed and putting her hand on Patty's back. "Why don't we all relax, have a bite to eat and talk about last night? Maybe we can get some of this out in the open and get beyond it. How does that sound?"

Patty was already dressed in a comfortable looking workout suit and Angie was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, probably the same thing she wore last night, although I don't remember. Me, I was still naked underneath the sheets, so as they started to look through the food cart and I felt the urge to pee, I just pulled the sheets back, stood up and told them I'd be right back. I was very conscious of the fact I was naked in front of two fully dressed women, but I wasn't concerned in the least. Obviously, being naked in front of Patty was a very common occurrence and being naked in front of Angie was starting to be.

As I waked past them, they both giggled and I heard Angie say something to Patty about my tight butt. Patty laughed, and when I turned around to look at them, they both burst out in laughter. I kept the door open as I stood at the toilet and peed while both of them watched and laughed. I stuck my pelvis out, accentuating my cock as they watched which made Patty put her hands to her cheeks and laugh even harder. 

When I came back to the bed, Patty asked me if I wanted my clothes and I boldly told her, "No. I think I'd enjoy being naked with two beautiful women." This made Angie blush and she politely thanked me for the compliment. 

So, I sat on the bed cross legged as they handed me a plate with a hot breakfast, toast and bacon. Patty sat on the bed next to me and Angie sat on the chair next to the bed -- the same chair she'd sat in all night. "Well," Angie began, once we all started to eat, "why don't I start and explain a few things to Paul about the punishment he got last night."

As soon as she said it, I immediately recalled the pain of the spanking and the intense betrayal I felt at the hands of Patty and her father. Neither myself, nor Patty, said anything, so Angie took that as our agreement and she began to explain it all to me.

"The table you were on," Angie began, "is a very effective tool used in many circles. It's specifically made to secure someone in a safe way while discipline is administered. I have several punishment tables, just like that, at the Villa. Patricia and her father have one here at a suggestion I made several years ago. Just so you know," Angie continued, "both Patricia and her father have had an opportunity to be on the table, and I have, too. So, you're in good company, Paul."

I ate as Angie continued her explanation, saying, "The type of punishment you received is commonly referred to as 'EHP', or 'Extended Humiliation Punishment'."

"That's for fucking sure." I said sarcastically as I took another bite of my food.

Angie smiled at my comment and said, "The goal is to set the person being punished in a humiliating position and then take them to a point of break down that is so intense, they would rather die than be punished like that again."

"Well, I think he fucking succeeded in that!" I enthusiastically agreed, interrupting Angie. "It's too bad he had to turn into a total asshole while doing it."

Patty didn't say a thing as I gave my commentary. She just picked away at the food on her plate and sat there, not looking at me.

"I get the fact that you're angry, Paul," Angie said, "but, I'd ask you to consider Patricia's feelings while we talk. I think you know the situation between her and her father."

I nodded and told Angie to continue. 

"Paul," Angie said as she looked at me, "I think we can all agree that Patricia's father went too far, and I can assure you he's terribly upset about it and I know he wants to personally apologize. The spanking you got was well beyond what anyone can normally take."

Angie went on to tell me that the searing pain I felt during the spanking was caused by a powder he sprinkled over my butt cheeks before each swat. "First," Angie explained, "the powder is sprinkled over the buttocks and then the paddle is sprayed with water droplets. When the wet paddle makes contact with the powder, a chemical reaction is produced. The stinging and burning you felt was that chemical reaction on the sensitive skin of your buttocks."

"The active effects don't last long," Angie made clear, "depending on how much powder and water is used, usually anywhere between thirty and ninety seconds. Normally, we wait for the stinging to subside before anther swat is given. But if repeated swats are delivered before the initial effects wear off, the sting and the burn is compounded and it can seem like your butt is being scalded beyond belief -- and it's practically unbearable if additional powder or more water is added for each swat. So you can understand why you had to be restrained."

Angie told me PJ admitted he'd used too much powder and too much water and didn't wait very long between swats. She tempered that information by saying the most Patty had ever taken was three swats given two minutes apart, and the most PJ had ever taken was four swats at two minutes apart.

"To put it in perspective for you," Angie said, "you had five swats delivered at fifteen to twenty second intervals and each time, new powder was sprinkled on you and fresh water was sprayed on the paddle."




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 12



Angie stopped for a minute and took a deep breath and a sip of her coffee. "I'm not going to kid you, Paul. The spanking you underwent was so far beyond what I've ever seen and it's hard for me to believe you didn't pass out from the pain." Angie looked at me as she said it, and then turning to look at Patty, she said, "Patricia knew it was too much, but, she was caught between her love for you, and her love for her father. Her guilt for not stepping in caused her to have an emotional collapse, and that's when I was called and had to give her medication to calm her down and make her sleep."

"Patricia," Angie said, looking directly at her, "you own some responsibility in what happened because I know I've taught you the dangers of the spanking powder and how to enforce limits with its use. You knew the swats were coming too fast, and you knew too much powder and water was being used. You should have stepped in after the second swat and put an end to the spanking. I know you felt helpless to do that, but, I can understand why Paul feels like you abandoned him."

Patty didn't look up. Tears were dripping from her cheeks and pooling in her plate as she sat next to me. She could only nod her head, saying "I know. I'm so sorry."

Angie sympathized with Patty, saying, "You were in shock and incapable of taking action, Patricia. You were watching the person you love being hurt and the dilemma you had between Paul and your father affected you so severely, it's almost as if you were frozen in place. I know it wasn't intentional. But from Paul's point of view, you were his safety valve...... and you failed him."

I sat there and listened to Angie rake Patty over the coals, putting responsibility on her for what happened to me. I felt sorry for Patty, and when she finally started to sniffle and really cry, I put my arms around her and told her I loved her.

Angie let Patty cry in my arms for a few minutes. During that time, Angie picked up the dishes from the bed where Patty and I were sitting and I pulled Patty into my lap and held her, stroking her hair and telling her that I still loved her. When she started to calm down, Patty told me again how sorry she was about everything and how much it hurt her to watch me take her punishment. As we shared a tender kiss, Angie asked us if we were ready to continue.

"There's more?" Patty asked as she wiped the tears from her face.

"I'm afraid there is," Angie replied, "and this might be the most difficult part."

I looked at Patty and she hunched her shoulders as if to say, "Might as well go for it." Then, I nodded to Angie, and she began speaking again.

"I'm not sure how to say this other than just to tell you what I heard, what I saw and what I think," Angie said, "but the way I understand it, it wasn't the spanking, the oral sex or the anal sex that upset and angered Paul."

"It wasn't?" Patty asked.

Now it was my turn to be silent, and while Angie spoke, I could only look down into my lap and fidget with my fingers.

"There's something else, or two things, really - and I think you both have to get them out on the table and discuss them. If you don't, I believe the catalyst that starts your breakup is already in place. Now, you decide what you want to do."

"Well, then let's talk about it." Patty urged.

"It's not up to you, Patricia." Angie replied. "The decision is totally his. He has to be willing to trust you with the issue, and right now, he's feeling like you betrayed him."

"Do you still feel that way, Sweetheart?" Patty asked, tugging on my arm for an answer. "I said I was sorry."

I couldn't answer her because I didn't want to hurt her feelings after Angie just ripped her a new asshole on the spanking thing, so I just sat there.

"Patricia," Angie said as she reached out her hand, "some times we can hurt people emotionally worse than we hurt them physically. An emotional wound is usually the worst kind of hurt with the deepest pain. It's the kind of pain some people can never forgive -- not even in a whole lifetime. And don't kid yourself, either. Each of us can be hurt in ways that would be completely unforgivable." 

"You're scaring me." Patty said as she put her arm around me. "Paul, what does she mean?"

"Patricia," Angie explained, "I sat here last night -- right here in this very chair next to your bed just as you asked me to - and I watched over Paul as he slept. But, he didn't sleep well at all. He tossed and turned and he kept mumbling and talking in his sleep. It took me an hour to figure out what he was saying, and once I realized what it was, it didn't click with me until something he said later."

Patty looked at me with her big eyes and asked me what Angie was talking about. At that instant, I recalled the anger, betrayal and hurt I experienced as PJ called me a little cock sucker, Sissy Husband and told me I'd be sucking him off daily - and I remembered how I felt about existing in a marriage where I was expected to be just that: a cock sucker, Sissy Husband and the oral servicer for her father. I expected to be Patty's husband and lover, and when we were playing our Sissy games, then I'd maybe do some of what he called me, but, being a cock sucker wasn't going to be my main role and I was infuriated at the thought of it. It was going to be a break point for me, especially if Patty supported her father in this.

"Paul," Angie said, "can you talk to Patty and tell her how you were hurt so deeply last night?"

All of a sudden, both of their eyes were on me and I was totally unprepared to speak. I wasn't sure how I would put it into words, what I would say and if I could even make it clear. I knew how her father's words affected me, but I wasn't sure I could express it.

"Patty," I began, as she sat up and turned toward me, "last night, the spanking hurt like hell. The rest -- the way he fucked my face and fucked my ass, they weren't fun for me, either. But, the absolute worst, and the thing that caused all my anger wasn't any of that. I can honestly say right now that I'd take the same punishment for you any time because I love you. I'd willingly let him punish me every day if I knew it would save you from being punished like that. And, I'd never regret it or hold a grudge."

Patty sat there looking at me..... staring at me waiting for me to continue. As I paused to take a breath, she said, "There's a 'But' in here someplace, right?"

I nodded my head as I looked her straight in the eye. "Yes," I replied, "something did happen that was worse than the face fucking, the spanking and the reaming he gave me, and I was devastated when you didn't even seem to care."

I took a deep breath and looked over at Angie, who nodded her head as if to encourage me. And so, I turned back to Patty and said, "Last night, when your father was shoving his cock down my throat, he said some things alluding to what my life would be like with you, and, uh...... I guess with him. He called me a little cock sucker and then in almost the same breath, he told me I'd make a good Sissy Husband for you. He said he was going to fuck you every day. So, what I want to know is: where does that leave me as your husband, Patty? Would I just be a play toy for you and your father?"

Patty's eyes got big and she pulled away from me and her face went totally blank.

"Patty," I continued, "do you remember the conversation we had about our sissy games? How I was going to keep living as a man and then slip into my Sissy role with you only when it was play time? I don't have any intention of living my married life with you as the leading male understudy and Sissy Husband. When we play our Mommy -- Sissy game, I'll gladly suck his cock and let him fuck you. Hell, he can even fuck me. But, that's only when we play. Any other time, he needs to respect me as a man and as your husband."

My voice raised in intensity as I spoke. By the time I was done talking, my anger had returned and I was waving my hands and I became quite worked up. The words flowed from my mouth easily and once I got going, it all came out. Patty sat there and listened, not saying a word. 

"The other side of that," I continued, "and this was probably the hardest part for me, was when he was spouting all this off, you never said one thing to defend me, stick up for me, or set him straight. It was like you agreed with him on everything. Patty, I laid there, strapped to that table and watched you let him call me a cock sucker. That was such a hurtful act, Patty, and even now, I don't know if that's how you see me -- as your private little cock sucker - so conveniently in love with you that I turn out to be you and your father's play toy."

When I was done speaking, Patty had a blank look in her eyes. I couldn't tell if she was lost in thought, or if she was just simply lost. In any event, she sat there and didn't say a word.

The several minutes of silence, as I looked back and forth between Patty and Angie, were perhaps the most uncomfortable minutes of my life. I knew the situation was delicate - and I knew our future hinged on what Patty said or did next. I finally looked at Angie and shrugged my shoulders. "Be patient, Paul." Angie said. "Give her a few minutes to think about what you said. You've had hours to gestate your anger on this. She's just hearing this for the first time, so be gracious enough to let her think about what you said."

As she sat there, Patty looked up to Angie. "Go ahead, Dear," Angie said, "he was honest with you. If you love him, you have to be sincere and honest with him in reutrn."

Wondering what was coming next, I looked at Patty. She wiped the tears from her face and scooted around to where she was facing me and reached out to hold both my hands. "I love you, sweetheart." Patty began. "You fulfill all my dreams of the perfect man."

Patty went on to tell me that even though I was the perfect man for her, as her husband, I would need to accept her father in our relationship. She told me she'd hoped he and I could become lovers - with both of us loving her, too. She explained the reason they had their own punishment table, and it was because she liked being punished by him. "It was part of our agreement." Patty said. "When I was getting in so much trouble and doing all those bad things..... it was because I wanted his attention..... I wanted him to spank me, and touch me and do sexual things to me. I needed it. Daddy and I have spent years pleasing each other and we're happy like this."

In the next thirty minutes, Patty poured her heart out to me, filling in all the holes she'd left open since our very first date. How she'd always had a sexual thing for her father and how she couldn't ever give him up. But, she also said she wanted to be my wife. She went on to promise me our married life would be as man and wife, except when we mutually agreed to play our Mommy -- Sissy game. She promised to respect me as her husband. Then she begged me to let her have her father, too. Not daily, but once or twice a week. She told me she wanted me to participate, too, to be her Sissy when she was with her father. 

"I need you and I love you, Paul." She said to me, "but, I've always wanted this with him. I know the three of us are compatible. I know you, sweetheart," she explained, "I know this will work. We'll all be happy, I just know it."

"We'll talk to Daddy about the words he used and the things he said, and he'll never do that again." She said. "I know he hurt you..... and I give you my solemn word, for as long as I live, he'll never treat you like that again - never. He only did it because he knows I like it that way. I like it when he's rough and when he calls me names and does those things to me. I've actually pleaded with him to punish me like that. We even spent time at the institute so he could learn exactly how I wanted to be punished. And those things he said last night.... Paul, it was just a terrific mistake, and we both feel terrible about it."

Finally, Patty said one last thing. "Sweetheart, I love you more than anything. I'll make our marriage the happiest one in the world. I'll do anything to make this work. But, I need him in my life and he needs me, Paul -- I'm all he has. I know we can work all this out. He'll be the man you want, too. All those desires you have, you can live them out with Daddy and you won't ever have to worry about being treated like you were last night."

"And on our marriage night?" I asked.

"Daddy has to be first, Paul." She replied. "I've been promising him for years he would be my first, Sweetheart. That's why I kept my virginity so long. You can be there, though. You can be my Sissy and help Mommy get what she's been waiting for. Then, once Daddy breaks my cherry, you can have me as your wife -- as much as you want and in any way you want. I'll be your slut and your whore, if that's what you want. Every hour of every day, I will be yours. But please, let him be first. I promised him this so many years ago. I can't go back on my word now."

As she explained, I got a vision of all three of us in the bedroom on our wedding night. In the space of an instant, I foresaw her dressed in a white wedding dress, her father in a tux and me - dressed in panties as her Sissy. It would be slow and loving. We'd undress each other with a lot of kissing and me on my knees, getting him hard to take my beautiful wife's pussy for the first time..... and how I'd guide his cock into her, and then tenderly kiss her while her father did his duty. 

As I thought about all this, my cock started to grow and I was brought back to reality when Patty draped a pair of her panties around my cock and started stroking me with the silky garment. "Please," Patty sighed, "forgive me and Daddy for what happened. Let me make it up to you, Baby."

Angie hadn't moved, but, she was watching both of us. I looked down and stopped Patty's hand from stroking me. "I forgive you, but, you and I need to have a talk with your father where we all put our cards on the table and talk this through. I want to hear from him on this, and if we can work it out, then I'll go to the institute like I agreed, and we'll get married."

Patty threw herself into my arms, flattening me out on the bed and kissed me all over my face. "Thank you." She said repeatedly. "We'll talk to Daddy today, sweetheart. And you'll see, he's so sorry, and we'll do just what you said -- we'll talk it all through."

Patty was so excited, she'd stopped crying and was smiling so much she was glowing.

"Oh, Paul," she exclaimed, "I love you so much. What can I do to make it up to you now?"

I felt my cock throb between us, and Patty, who also felt it, smiled as she looked into my eyes. "I know one thing I bet you'd like." She said, as she grinned up to me. 

Then, scooting down, she wrapped her hands around my pole and started to jack me. As she smiled, she lowered her head and took my cock into her mouth. I looked over to Angie and watched as Angie took a deep breath and moved one of her hands to her breast and started rubbing her nipple through her shirt. Her nipples were obviously hard, and her fingers were tracing their outlines, making small circles around the little bumps.

Angie suddenly shifted in her seat, raising one knee and resting it over the arm of the chair and then doing the same with the other. In this position, Angie's crotch was open, and I realized what she had in mind as her free hand snaked its way down between her legs. As I watched, Angie began to run her fingers up and down her crotch, pressing into the seam of her jeans while she played with her nipples. Looking down at Patty, I could see she was looking at Angie, too, and as her eyes traveled up to me, I knew she'd seen me looking at Angie.

Patty stopped sucking me and hopped off the bed. Pulling Angie up and out of her chair, Patty dragged her over towards her door and stood on her tiptoes to whisper something in Angie's ear. Angie got a look of shock on her face, but as the girls whispered back and forth, they both turned to smile at me. Another minute of whispering took place and then both of them returned to the side of the bed.

Patty reached her hand out to me and when I extended my hand to her, she pulled me off the bed and moved me so I stood between them. As Patty snuggled herself into my chest, she reached down to grasp my cock and said, "Thank you for loving me, Sweetheart. Now, please let me make it up to you." 

Patty looked over to Angie and the next thing I knew, Angie joined us in the hug. Angie wrapped her arms around me, brushing her breasts against my arm, and then to my amazement, she leaned across me and kissed Patty on the lips. Patty's grasp on my cock became tighter as the two girls kissed. Before I could say or do anything, Angie's hand reached for mine and she guided it to her breast and pressed my hand into her softness. For a long time, I'd been used to Patty's wonderful A-Cups, so holding Angie's orbs in my hand was a different feeling altogether. I guessed Angie was a C-Cup at least, and while I felt the fullness of her mature breast in my palm, I wondered what they looked like.

When their kiss ended, they both turned their lips to me, Patty kissing me on the right side of my face and Angie kissing me on the left side. "Go with it, Baby," Patty whispered in my ear, "just enjoy it. You can touch her," Patty continued, looking over at Angie, "I want you to."

Patty's hands let go of my cock and joined me at Angie's chest. "She's much fuller than I am." Patty whispered as she gently caressed Angie's boobs. "Can you feel how big she is? And her nipples are super sensitive. She loves to have them sucked. Go ahead, take her shirt off."

I looked at Angie and she nodded her head. To spurn me on, she reached down to her waist and tugged up the hem of her shirt and left it bunched just below her breasts. Then, taking my hands in hers, she moved them under her shirt and pressed my hands into her bra. I looked over to Patty and she smiled, saying, "It's okay, Baby. Whatever you want to do is okay. Anything you want from her you can have. Anything."

Angie leaned close to me and whispered, "I haven't had a real penis in me in years, Paul. Would you mind very much helping me out with that?"

I snapped my head back to Patty and looked at her, shocked. "It's up to you," Patty giggled, "but, if you ask me, I think you should fuck her. I think you'd like her pussy, Sweetheart. Trust me on that."

Angie leaned down and kissed Patty again on the lips. I had to pull my hands out from beneath Angie's shirt when the girls moved toward each other, and once my hands were clear, they had enough room to embrace and kiss -- tongue and all. I stood there in fascination, watching the two girls in their lesbian embrace, fully aware that the feelings I was feeling were probably the same Patty would get watching two men together. It was erotic as hell watching their hands roam each other's bodies and their mouths kissing.

When their kiss ended, Angie looked at me and said, "You should probably undress both of us, Paul. I'm not going to have my first man in ten years without Patricia's help."

As they hugged, I reached between them and unsnapped Angie's jeans and pulled the zipper down. "He's going right for your panties." Patty said to Angie, as she laughed. Then looking at me she asked, "You don't mind if I get in on this, do you?"

"Have you guys done this before?" I asked.

"Not in a while," Angie answered, "but, yes, we've done this before. Patricia's got a very talented tongue, but she's been hesitant to use it on me since a certain person came into her life." Angie wrinkled her forehead and made a mad face at me. After a second, she smiled and said, "I don't hold that against you, though."

"I'll have to teach you how to punish this little girl properly, Paul." Angie added, "Can you just imagine her on that table opened up the same way you were? I can see it now - that tight little pussy on display and her cute ass waiting to be spanked and fucked. She loves it, Paul...... really, she'll do just about anything to be spanked like that. You'll see.... she'll be dripping."




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 12



Patty gasped, and Angie bent down to kiss her again, this time almost forcefully, covering Patty's face with wet, slobbery kisses. "Get us undressed quickly, Paul," Angie whispered, "I want that beautiful cock of yours inside me soon."

I stepped behind Patty and pulled her sweatpants down to her knees as the girls pawed each other. Bending down behind her, I pulled them the rest of the way off and Patty stepped out of them. Leaning in, I buried my nose between her legs and pressed in until she spread her legs for me. I could smell her pussy heating up, and as I tried to dig my nose into her from behind, I heard her moan into Angie's mouth, saying, "I'll let you fuck him, but, you have to let him cum in your pussy. It's been so long for him....... he needs it."

"You'll have to lick me after he's done, Patricia." Angie replied. "I'm not leaving here until I feel your tongue lapping between my legs."

I stood up, leaving Patty standing there in her panties and reached up to pull Patty's top over her head. Her bare chest came into view and she shook her hair free as Angie's fingers went to her nipples. I watched as Angie expertly fondled Patty's tiny breasts and then pinched her nipples. Patty's eyes closed and she sucked in a deep breath.

"Put your fingers inside her panties, Paul." Angie suggested. "I bet she's drenched. When I pinch her nipples this hard, she'll feel it deep inside her vagina. I've even made her gush by pinching her this hard."

I stepped to the side and wrangled my hand down the front of Patty's panties and between her legs, stopping with my fingers at the mouth of her virginal opening. As Angie pinched Patty's nipples, Patty seemed to melt and moan, and sure enough, I felt a small flood of wetness seep out of her pussy. Pulling my hand out, I could see the fresh, slimy wetness covering my fingers and held it to my nose. 

Both Patty and Angie watched as I sniffed Patty's secretions. I was about to taste them, but I got a better idea. Holding one finger up and moving it to Patty's mouth, I traced my pussy juice covered finger along Patty lips and then gently pushed my finger into her mouth. She didn't hesitate at all -- she began sucking her juices off my digit as I slowly moved it in and out between her lips. 

Angie was watching Patty closely and every time my finger went into Patty's mouth, I could see Angie mimicking her with her own lips. Thinking quickly, I pulled my finger out of Patty's mouth and held up another one in front of Angie. When she didn't react, I moved my finger to her lips and did the same thing I'd done to Patty, circling her mouth, coating her lips with Patty's pussy juice. Her lips parted slightly as if to invite me to push my finger into her mouth, so I did. When Angie's lips closed around my finger, I could feel the suction of her mouth and her tongue licking my finger clean.

Angie was looking straight into Patty's eyes while she sucked Patty's lubrication. "You're tasting my pussy." Patty said softly to Angie.

"Uh huh," Angie replied, "I'd almost forgotten how good you taste, Patricia."

As I watched these two, I became more and more convinced there was much more to their relationship than either one had led me to believe. But, I wasn't complaining. It was thrilling to see them kissing and touching each other, plus there was the promise that I might be able to get my rocks off inside Angie's pussy.

By now, my cock was leaking precum and I was getting anxious. I reached in between the girls and felt for Angie's waist. Angie sighed as my hand found its way through her opened jeans and then felt for the waistband of her panties. "How long has it been since a man's fingers have touched you down there?" Patty asked Angie.

"No man has touched me there since the last time I had intercourse." Angie moaned as my hand pushed its way down into her panties. "Oh!" She sighed as my hand wiggled past the tightness of her jeans and came to rest against her bare mound. Extending my finger between her labia, it was easy to tell she was wet. I couldn't get my hand into her panties any further because of her pants, but, I was able to drag my fingertip up and down her crease and diddle her clit.

"Is she wet?" Patty asked.

I nodded my head and said, "Oh yeah, she's about as wet as you are."

"Good," Patty said, "because I want you to fuck her anyway you want. On top, from behind, cowgirl style -- anyway you want. She's been dying to get a hold of your dick since she first met you at Wilma's, so give her a good fucking. You'll be her first man in ten years, Sweetheart. And be sure you cum in her pussy". 

I knew I had to get Angie's jeans off if I was going to push my fingers further down into her panties, so I asked Patty to pull them down for me. When Patty stepped back to reach for Angie's jeans, Angie looked at me and smiled. As her jeans came down, I was free to push my hand further into her panties until I could easily cup her pussy in my palm. 

Stepping out of her jeans, Angie picked up one of her feet, and that opened her pussy up more. I took that opportunity to curl my middle finger into her pussy and press it up into her as far as I could. She was unbelievably warm and wet, and she moaned out loud as I wiggled my finger deep inside her.

With my hand still down inside Angie's panties, I asked Patty to help her take her shirt off. She did, and soon, Angie was standing there is just her bra and panties. Her bra was very feminine; white with lace cups -- definitely not a cheap bra. I could see her nipples poking through the lace and once her shirt was off, I looked closely at her boobs.

Angie had an air of sophistication about her. It was something about the way she carried herself and the way she spoke. She was confident, for sure, but she was also mysteriously beautiful. She was probably twenty years older than me but she was still hot. Angie had the body of a mature, grown woman and the gentle slope of her breasts as they hung inside her bra caught my eye. Even if her body wasn't that of a nineteen year old, she was beautiful, and as she stood there in her bra and panties, she reminded me of my mother.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Patty, who'd saddled up beside me and began to stroke my cock as I looked at Angie's breasts. "I want to watch you fuck her." Patty said softly. "I want to see your cock slide into her pussy. I know she'll love it, Paul, she's asked me three times already if I'd let you fuck her since she knows you weren't fucking me. But, don't get used to it, Sweetheart. Once we get married, your cock will belong to me, remember? I might let you have her once in a while or if she comes over to play our Sissy game, but, you have to promise me you won't go after her. I know she's got the hots for you."

I looked up at Angie and she smiled demurely. "Is that true?" I asked Angie. "Do you have the hots for me?"

"I told you before you had a beautiful penis." Angie answered. "Paul, I'd love to play with it -- if you and Patricia will allow me to. At the Villa, I can open your eyes to so many new and exciting things. I could personally train you to be a good Sissy and teach you secrets about pleasuring women, and men, too. But, I'd never think of getting in the way of your relationship with Patricia, so it would all have to be with her agreement and participation."

As Angie spoke, my fingers dug around inside her panties and I found the bud of her clit and was gently massaging it. I looked at Patty to gauge her reaction to what Angie said, but, Patty's eyes were staring at my hand down inside Angie's underwear. "Here," I said to Patty, as I withdrew my hand from Angie's panties, "Play with her. Get her good and wet and then make her cum."

I stepped away as Patty's hand disappeared down into Angie's panties. Angie shuffled her feet apart, giving Patty more room, and as I watched, Angie slowly closed her eyes and began to moan. I held my fingers under Patty's nose as she masturbated Angie's pussy and Patty opened her mouth, allowing me to slide my fingers between her lips. The look on Patty's face as she licked and sucked them was exquisite. 

"You like that?" I asked Patty as I pulled my fingers from her mouth.

"Hmm," she moaned, "I've always loved the way she tastes."

I bent down close to Angie's panty covered pussy to get a close up view of Patty's hand playing between her legs. Angie's classiness extended to her panties, too, and I immediately decided to try to get Patty to let me keep Angie's panties. "In fact", I said to myself, "I'll keep the three pairs from Patty's laundry hamper, the ones Patty has on now, and Angie's too."

Without asking, I reached up to Angie's waist and hooked my fingers into the elastic of her panties, and then slowly, I began to lower them off her hips. Patty's fingers were still busy between her legs, playing with her pussy as they came down, and I stopped when Angie's panties were at her knees. I gazed up to Angie's pussy and marveled at her vagina. Angie had the largest pair of inner lips I'd ever seen, hanging way down below her outer lips and as Patty's fingers slipped in and out of Angie's pussy, it was amazing to see the way Angie's lips hugged tight to her fingers. 

Angie's panties were amazing, too. The entire gusset was saturated with her thick, shiny juices and I wanted so much to pull them off her and lick the fluids from her panties. But, that could wait. First, I wanted to get the girls undressed the rest of the way and watch them play with each other I fucked Angie. I was careful not think about Angie in a way where I'd be making love to her -- I was just going to fuck her, plain and simple - that's it.

"You guys are driving me wild." I said as I stood up and looked at them. "I need to get you undressed and have you lie down so I can watch you touch each other." 

Patty smiled, but Angie was in another world now. Patty's fingers were working magic in her pussy, and I could see from the way Angie's breasts were moving up and down that she was breathing hard and getting into the way Patty was touching her.

I moved around behind Angie and gently unhooked her bra, holding the straps apart so as not to startle her. I leaned in behind her and whispered, "I'm going to take your bra off so I can see your breasts and your nipples. I want you to stand still and let Patty bring you to a climax. Then I'm going to remove your panties and have the two of you lie down."

Angie didn't even acknowledge my words, but, as I made a move to remove her bra, she shrugged her shoulders causing it to fall away from her, baring her breasts. As I pulled the bra away from her, Patty leaned down and sucked one of Angie's nipples into her mouth, causing Angie to moan out loud. Angie's hand flew up, holding Patty's head to her breast, cradling her as Patty nursed at Angie's ample bosom.

My cock was beyond the point of being agitated. It was throbbing and leaking all over. I jacked it a few times, and when I did, several drops of precum appeared and dripped on the carpet. I had to smile to myself, realizing I was leaking precum all over the room where I'd been punished, mouth fucked and butt fucked. What a change a few hours can make.

As Patty nursed, Angie was becoming more and more excited. Patty's skilled fingers kept diddling her pussy and more and more, it was obvious to me that Angie was getting close to cuming. "Please!" Angie wailed. "Quit teasing me, Patricia."

Patty, with her lips still suckling on Angie's generous nipple, giggled as Angie begged for release. Patty peered out of the corner of her eye at me with a devilish grin, and I realized what was going on. Patty was bringing Angie close to orgasm and then backing off. She'd probably done it several times now, and, Angie was done being a good sport about it. 

"You're not fooling anyone." I said to Patty. "I know what you're doing. Let her cum."

Patty giggled again and then reached down lower to put two fingers into Angie's pussy while she massaged Angie's clit with her thumb. Almost immediately, Angie reacted by throwing her head back and gasping for air. I knew she wanted to spread her feet wider, but, the panties around her knees kept her from doing that. Patty finally lifted her head from Angie's breast, and when I looked at the nipple she'd been sucking on, it was red and distended as if Patty was really sucking hard on her.

"Come on, Angie," Patty cooed, "you don't get any of that cock you want so bad until you cum. And, you better hurry because he's getting frustrated and might just decide to play with himself. Then you'll miss your chance and who knows when I might let you fuck him again."

Angie's face wrinkled and she started to pant very fast. Her boobs were rising and falling quickly with each breath and she was starting to shake. Patty looked over at me, saying, "Pinch her nipples now, Sweetheart. That should send her over the edge."

I reached in and took hold of Angie's large, rubbery nipples and pinched lightly. "No," Patty corrected me, "pinch her hard."

I did as Patty asked, watching Angie as the pressure of my fingers on her nipples increased. A few second later, Angie let out a moan loud enough for someone in the next county to hear, followed by a groan. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Angie moaned. "That's it Patricia, right there."

"Aaaaahhhhhh," Angie screamed, "Oh! I'm cuming!"

I watch as Angie's orgasm flooded over her. It was thrilling to watch her face as she came -- her eyes were rolled back and her nose was scrunched up. Then my gaze switched to her pussy, watching Patty's thumb rubbing around her clit and her fingers pistoning in and out of her pussy hole. As I watched, I was envious of Patty and the way she was touching Angie so deeply. It had been so long since I'd been able to put anything inside a pussy -- either my fingers or my cock. But, it was the price I paid for falling in love with the virginal Patty. I'd have to wait until we were married.

Angie almost collapsed on top of Patty as her orgasm finished. What a sight it was to see the sophisticated and professional dominatrix standing there with her panties down around her knees with another woman's fingers shoved up her pussy, I simply had to laugh to myself.

When Angie came down from her high, she turned her face to Patty and they kissed each other with wet and sloppy kisses. It was quite a turn-on to watch, but, I broke it up between them and moved Angie to the bed and laid her out on her back across the mattress with her legs dangling over the edge. "I want her panties." I said to Patty. 

"To keep?" Patty replied, as she smiled and put her hands on her hips. "You can have them for now, but, don't even think about taking them home, you Naughty Boy. You can sniff 'em, lick 'em, suck 'em or even wear them as long as you're here -- for today only. But, if you want panties to take home, you've got mine for that. Don't forget," Patty reminded me, "you promised me I'd never find another woman's panties at your house ever again."

Yes, I remember making that promise, but, I just figured this was a special situation. "Okay," I said to Patty, "I remember. Just take them off her. But," I continued, "leave yours on. It turns me on to see you in just your panties. I want you to stay like that while I fuck her."

Turning to Angie, Patty reached up and pulled Angie's panties down her legs. Then, quite lewdly, Patty pushed Angie's knees up toward her chin and then using both her hands, spread her legs wide open, leaving Angie completely displayed to me. Damn, Angie's pussy was wet and I couldn't take my eyes off her long pussy lips. Stepping towards the bed, Patty saw me looking between Angie's legs. Patty reached down, and putting her hands on either side of Angie's pussy, spread Angie open and held her hot, wet pussy open for me to see. 

I stepped forward and bent down to look at Angie. Her outer lips were thin and completely devoid of any hair. Her inner lips opened up like the flaps of a tent, and as Patty stretched her open, the little bud of her clit peeked out from under its hood. I could see down inside Angie's pink hole and she was amazingly wet, glistening under the lights in the room. I leaned down closer and sniffed her pussy while Patty held her open for me and couldn't resist the temptation to reach for my cock and stroke myself. Angie was watching me from where she was lying, and when I started to jack my pole, Angie's eyes locked on to it as I slowly moved my hand up and down. 

"Taste her." Patty suggested. "Go ahead. Sweetheart, it's okay. You can do anything you want to her as long as you end up fucking her and cuming inside her pussy."

I looked at Angie and then back to Patty. "Are you sure about this?" I replied.

"Uh huh," Patty answered, "I owe you this, Paul...... for taking my punishment, and what we did to you...... and for forgiving me -- this is the least I can do."

"Plus," Patty added, "Angie's wanted your cock since she saw you masturbate that night at the store, and I owe her for coming over and helping last night. So, yeah, you have my permission to do anything you want. All I ask is that you cum inside her pussy when you're done." 

I stepped forward and bent down to kiss Patty as she held Angie's vagina open for me. Then scooting forward some more, almost close enough to slip my hard cock inside Angie's mature pussy, I looked up at Angie and asked, "This is okay with you? You want this?"

"Paul," Angie answered, "I don't even care if I cum. I just want to feel your cock inside me. You can do me anyway you want. But do me a favor, if you would. Quit talking and put your cock in there."

Thoroughly satisfied I understood what Angie and Patty wanted me to do, I rubbed my package one more time and told Angie to keep her knees spread. "Use your hands and hold yourself open so I can see your pussy." I said, looking up at Angie. Then glancing at Patty, I took one of her hands and placed it on my cock. Inching up closer and closer to Angie's wet vagina, I stopped when my cock was wedged in between Angie's floppy lips and touching the entrance to her pussy.

I told Patty to rub my cock up and down her slit. "Squeeze my precum out on her," I said to Patty, "then spread it around with the head of my cock."

Neither of the girls were smiling now. Both of them had serious expressions on their face as Patty took my shaft in her hand and milked several drops of precum from the tip and wiped it all over Angie's pussy. Up and down her slit she rubbed my cock head, even stopping to concentrate on Angie's exposed clit for several seconds. 

"Now," I said to Patty, "keep doing that but use your other hand and play with her..... spread her pussy juice around and finger her pussy while you milk my precum all over her."

"Angie," I said, looking up into her eyes, "keep yourself spread open as far as you can. I want to see all of your pussy as clearly as I can. Don't touch yourself, though, let Patty do that for you."

I stood there and watched the girls carry out my instructions. Angie repositioned her hands at the sides of her pussy and stretched herself open. Patty went to work gripping and milking my precum with her right hand as her left hand skimmed over Angie's hairless mound, dipping her fingers into her pussy hole and then fondling her all over. 

"Put me in her a little bit." I asked Patty. "Not much, just the tip." I added. "I want to tease her a little before I slip it in all the way."

Patty positioned me at the entrance to Angie's vagina and I inched forward, pressing into her. Instantly, I felt the warmth and tightness of Angie's pussy envelope my cock. Angie moaned and Patty gasped as my cock seated itself firmly at her opening.

"This is a lot like when we visited the Villa," Patty said, looking up at me, "with Rosy and the hanging chair. Remember?"




Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 12



"Uh huh." I answered. "Exactly."

"I think Angie should experience what it feels like to go through that kind of anticipation and anxiety." I explained. "I'm gonna fuck her," I added, "but, not until we work her up to the point where she's ready to beg me to push my cock all the way inside her."

Angie looked up at me. "I'm ready to beg you now!" She gasped. "Why don't you quit playing games and just shove it in me?"

"Not on your life." I said, laughing. "I'm gonna drag this out until you scream for my cock." I smiled at both the girls and then pointed to Angie's panties lying on the bed and asked Angie to hand them to me. "Time for me to sample your panties." I said. "I want to you watch me so you'll remember this forever. From now on, whenever you see me, you'll remember that I know exactly what your pussy smells like."

Angie mad an exasperated face and tossed me her panties. I held them up my nose and then opened them up and looked down inside at the crotch panel. They were wet and sticky, saturated with her pussy juice. As I turned them inside out, I told Patty to play with Angie's clit for a few minutes. Then, lifting Angie's panties to my mouth, I made it obvious what I was going to do. 

Extending my tongue, I touched the slimy secretions and licked the gusset of her panties. "Ummm." I moaned. "Thick and tasty. You have some quality pussy juice, Angie." I said.

Patty squeezed my cock hard as she held it. She gave me a look as if to say, 'Don't push it, buster'. Returning the same look to her, I said, "Don't be jealous, Baby. You said I could do anything I wanted."

"Well, you don't have to enjoy it so much." Patty replied. "Just fuck her and get it over with."

"Keep playing with her clit, but don't let her cum." I instructed. "I think it's time you both learned a little lesson."

I grinned as I left it at that, hoping their imaginations would run away with them trying to figure out what I meant. Patty relaxed the grip she had on my cock and as she did, I pressed myself a little more into Angie's pussy and then stopped. 

"Yes!" Angie moaned. "More!"

Both girls looked up at me and I made a big show of licking and sucking the wetness out of Angie's panties. I turned them this way and that, holding the crotch panel out for them to see each time I licked and sucked. "She's got a very sweet tasting pussy." I said, turning to Patty. "Let me taste your fingers."

Patty pulled her left hand away from Angie's crotch and held it in front of my face. Her fingers were coated with Angie's vaginal secretions and without any delay at all, I reached for her hand and pushed her fingers in my mouth. One by one, I sucked her fingers clean, savoring the taste of Angie's fresh lubrication.

"Stroke me a little." I said to Patty as I stepped back, pulling my cock five or six inches away from Angie's hole. "Not much..... just barely jack me while I enjoy her taste and smell."

Patty reluctantly did as I asked and I knew all this wasn't what Patty expected when they cooked up their plan to let me fuck Angie. I'm sure Patty thought I'd just dive right in and last about thirty seconds before I came inside of Angie's pussy. They both knew it had been over two years since I'd really fucked a woman. And with Patty being a virgin, the closest I'd gotten to real intercourse was with Rosy that day when Patty and I went to the Villa. But, that wasn't fucking -- it was more like controlled agony. They wouldn't let me thrust into the bound woman's vagina. Rosy effectively milked my cock with her pussy as I stood there motionless. And, I allowed them to do this to me -- I allowed them to take control of me and I submitted to everything Patty and Angie told me to do.

So now, it was time to teach them both a lesson. I was calling the shots. I wanted Patty to see there was a strong side to me and I wanted Angie to experience the feeling of not being in control. She'd get my cock soon enough, but, I wanted her to lie there in a submissive position and beg me to lay the meat to her. Additionally, I wanted to give Patty a chance to experience the taste of being told what to do with absolutely no power to influence the situation.

None of what I was doing was meant to make any statements that I didn't want to be Patty's Sissy. Honestly, I didn't want any of that to change. What I really wanted her to realize was that when I wasn't playing the Sissy game, she'd have to be aware that I was a man - I had a back bone and she better damn well respect me as a man. I'd gladly be her panty wearing, dick sucking Sissy when we were role playing, but any other time - I was the man in our relationship. 

I reached down and gently slipped two fingers into Angie's tight pussy, pushing them all the way in and curling them up against the anterior wall of her vagina. Searching for her g-spot, I stroked her until she started to moan. Angie hitched her knees up, trying to open herself up more for my probing fingers, but, I didn't give her any relief. Instead, I abruptly pulled my fingers from her pussy and put them in my mouth. "Ah," I moaned, "fresh pussy juice."

"She must really want my cock." I said to Patty, as I looked at her and smiled. "She's really wet and she tastes good, too." I pushed my fingers back into Angie's pussy and stroked her g-spot again for about thirty seconds. When I saw Angie start to react, I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and moved them to Patty's lips. "Taste her." I said, touching her lips with my fingers.

Patty opened her mouth and sucked my fingers coated with Angie's juices. "Do you like that?" I asked Patty. "She tastes good, huh?"

Patty didn't answer, but, I could tell she agreed. Her tongue swirled around my fingers and she acted like she was savoring Angie's most intimate taste. I leaned in close to Patty as she sucked my fingers and asked, "After I fuck her, do you want to lick her out?"

Patty nodded her head up and down. "That's why you were so adamant about me cuming in her pussy, wasn't it? You want to put your face down there and suck her pussy full of my cum."

Patty nodded again. I pulled my fingers out of her mouth and one more time, slipped them into Angie's vagina and pressed up against her g-spot. "Maybe." I replied to her. "I've got something else planned, but, if you're good, I might let you suck my cum out of her."

As I pressed my fingers up into Angie's G-spot, Angie began breathing hard and writhing on the bed. "I'm not going to fuck you until you beg me." I said to the beautiful woman as she looked up at me, pleadingly. "Better make it convincing or I'm just going to let Patty suck me off while I sniff your panties."

Patty didn't say a word, but as soon as I'd said it, Angie started to pant, and then she started to beg. "Paul, this has gone far enough." Angie began. "If you were trying to get me hot and bothered..... well, you did it. I'm wet and horny and I need your cock in me. It's been ten years since I wanted any man's cock, so please don't make me wait any longer. We've done everything you've asked, so please quit stalling and just fuck me."

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Fuck me." Angie answered.

"What? I didn't hear you." I replied.

"Fuck me." Angie said louder. "You heard me. Just hurry up and fuck me."

"Louder." I said, as I made tiny finger motions on her g-spot. "You can beg better than that, Angie. I know you can. Let's hear it."

"Damn it!" Angie exclaimed. "Just fuck me, would you? Put your cock in me and fuck me!"

"Not good enough." I answered.

"Please, Paul!" She finally groaned. "Okay! I'll beg you....... please, put that beautiful cock inside me and fuck me hard. I'm begging you, Paul...... I can't wait any more. I have to have it....... I've waited so long for the right cock to come along....... You have to let me have it now. Please don't make me wait any longer!"

Angie's eyes were pleading with me now and I could feel her pussy gripping my fingers. Turning to Patty, I asked, "What do you think? Did it sound convincing to you? Think she wants me to fuck her? Should I do it?"

"Yes." Patty replied as she watched my hand playing inside Angie's pussy. Then leaning in close to me she whispered, "I'm sorry for last night, Sweetheart. I'm sorry I didn't stop Daddy from calling you those names and spanking you like he did. I'm sorry for everything. But, please hurry and get this over with. I'm starting to get really jealous."

I kissed Patty's lips as she hovered close to me. "Take your panties off now." I whispered back to her. "I want to dream of your pussy while I'm screwing her. And, Baby, I'm not making love to her, I'm just using her pussy. That's all."

Patty smiled as she let go of my cock and slipped her panties down her legs. She reached up and yanked Angie's panties out of my hand and threw them triumphantly to the floor. I smiled at Patty and she smiled back. "I get it." She said, softly. "I understand now."

Patty reached up on her tiptoes and kissed me again. Pulling my hand out of Angie's pussy, I wrapped my arms around Patty's shoulders and held her to me, pulling her into a loving embrace until I felt Patty's hand on my cock. "Finish her," Patty said. "so we can be alone for a change."

I scooted up between Angie's legs and told her she could quit holding her pussy open. "Put me in her," I said to Patty, "then kiss me while I fuck her and cum inside her pussy. I think you know what you can do to make me cum fast."

Patty didn't waste any time. She guided my cock to Angie's pussy hole and held it there. Then, looking into Patty's eyes, I slowly pushed in -- all the way until I bottomed out deep inside Angie's pussy. Angie moaned as I slipped into her, "Oh, God!" Angie signed, "Yes! Finally!" 

Patty lifted her panties to my face and held them there for a second. "This is what you wanted, isn't it, Sweetheart?" Patty said as she giggled and rubbed the crotch of her panties against my nose. "Go ahead," she encouraged me, "have your fun and cum in her pussy. Then, I'll lick her out, share it with you and we can send her home and be by ourselves."

That's all I needed to hear and with that, I slowly pulled back until my cock was almost out of Angie's pussy and I shoved it back in, all the way. "Umph!" Angie moaned as she felt me push back into her. Patty stepped away for a second and reached up to take Angie's hand and moved it to her pussy. "Touch yourself while my man fucks you." Patty said to her. "And you better hurry because I'm sure he won't last long." 

Then returning back to me, Patty said, "Give it to her, Paul. Give her your cock -- let her feel every inch and don't hold back. Fuck her hard."

Patty draped one arm around my neck and held her panties to my nose with her free hand. Looking down, I could see Angie's fingers gently touching her clit and I could feel the tips of her fingernails grazing against my cock shaft. I pulled back and thrust into Angie's pussy and then did it again. "Go on, Baby," Patty said, "fuck her."

One more time, I pulled back and then I started fucking her. Angie's pussy was tight, that's for sure, but she was so wet, it didn't take any effort to start sliding in and out of the beautiful woman's vagina. Angie's fingers wandered away from her clit and I felt her touch on my cock as I fucked her in and out. Looking down, I could see Angie smile and nod her head as she ran her fingers down to her hole and then back up to her clit. I finally got into a good rhythm sliding in and out of her as Patty encouraged me and held her panties to my nose. 

"Come on, Baby." She whispered silently in my ear. "Fuck her. Think about my pussy, Sweetheart. Think about how you're going to make love to me on our wedding night and how my pussy is going to be yours forever. I'm going to be your wife and Mommy and you're going to be my husband and my Sissy. No one will ever come between us, Baby..... not even Daddy. You're my man, Sweetheart."

Patty shoved the juicy part of her panties up against my nostrils and I caught a good, strong whiff of her pussy. Angie was moaning, diddling her clit, and hitching her knees up and back in time with my thrusts. As I felt the churning deep inside my balls, I turned to Patty and leaned down to kiss her. "You're getting close, aren't you?" She asked after our kiss ended.

I nodded my head and kept fucking Angie's tight pussy. "Better hurry." Patty said to Angie. "He's gonna cum soon."

Angie was right with me. She was right at the edge and after a few more thrusts, Angie let out a low moan and pulled her hand away from her clit. "Oh God!" Angie yelled. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

I felt her pussy tighten and spasm as she started to cum, and while I would have enjoyed fucking her a little longer, between the smell of Patty's panties and the sensation gripping my cock, I lost it.

I went rigid for a few seconds and then thrust into her, spewing forth one of the strongest orgasms I've ever had, spurting what I figured was stream after stream of my thick, hot cum into Angie's pussy. "Yeah," Patty whispered to me, "let it go. Fuck that pussy and squirt all your sperm into her."

I bucked and shuddered as I came, emptying my balls into Angie's pussy. Even being fucked like she was, Angie was still beautiful and the feeling of her mature vagina hugging my cock milked every drop from my engorged penis.

When I was done, Patty wrapped her arms around my waist and held me until I caught my breath and could hold myself up. Angie was in heaven -- her hair was messed up and she was staring up at the ceiling of Patty's bedroom with a satisfied look on her face. Patty gently scooted me back and when my softening cock plopped out of Angie's pussy, Patty immediately got on her knees, pried open Angie's pussy and pressed her face in between her lips.

The sounds coming from between Angie's legs made it obvious that Patty was munching away in Angie's pussy. Between the moaning and the slurping and the gurgling, I knew Patty was desperately trying to suck every molecule of my sperm out of Angie's pussy. Angie even tried to help her by propping herself up on her elbows and sliding her hips off the bed so her body was tilted down.

"I've always loved the way she licks me." Angie said to me as we both watched Patty face sucking Angie's vagina. "I miss it, and I hope you'll let her do this more often -- preferably with your cum in me."

I smiled at Angie and nodded my head as if to agree with her request. We both then turned our attention to Patty, who was still chowing down between Angie's opened legs. The vision of Patty sucking and licking Angie's pussy was amazing and if I hadn't just had a good cum, I'd have been hard and ready to go. 

I squatted down to watch my A-Cup angel suck Angie's pussy clean and as Patty saw my face close to hers, she suddenly pulled away, grabbed my face and pulled her lips to mine. Opening her mouth, our tongues met and she passed the juices from Angie's pussy, along with my spent cum, into my mouth and I swallowed it. 

Patty smashed her face into mine, trying to kiss me as her face slid from side to side. Then, breaking the kiss, she guided my head in between Angie's legs and pushed my face into Angie's pussy. The heat and warmth emanating from her vagina was mind blowing. That, coupled with the slimy combination of our sex juices, made it exciting, and as Patty held my face in Angie's just fucked pussy, I licked and sucked for a few minutes and then pulled away to kiss Patty again. We kept this up for the next few minutes, taking turns sucking my cum out of Angie's pussy and then kissing each other. 

Finally, once we'd sucked everything out of her we could, Patty and I stood up and embraced. As we hugged, over Patty's shoulder I watched Angie get up off the bed, pick up her panties from the floor and then use the panties to wipe her pussy. Seeing that I was watching her, Angie smiled at me, and put one leg up on the bed and twisted her body so I could see her crotch. Grinning, she reached down to her pussy with one hand and held her lips apart. Then, with the other hand, she began stuffing her panties up into her pussy. When she was done, she held her pussy lips apart so I could see they were completely inside her and then she lowered her leg and walked over to us. 

Putting her arms around both of us, Angie said to Patty, "So I assume now that we've all made up and forgiven each other, you wouldn't mind if I took a shower before I leave you two lovebirds alone."

Patty laughed and said, "Sure. Help yourself." 

Then as Angie walked naked into Patty's huge bathroom, she turned and asked, "You guys could probably use one, too. Want to join me?"

I looked at Patty and she looked at me. Then taking me by the hand and giggling, Patty headed for the bathroom pulling me behind her. 

"You're gonna be a good boy in there, aren't you?" Patty asked. 

To be continued... 



Baby Girl Calms Aunt Anastasia



Kirsten's biggest fear was being caught. The newly appointed A.D.A. of St. Paul was petrified of her other life being exposed. And right now, the biggest threat to her security was her father and uncles. She had been the men's doll baby since she had been born. Kirsten was the talisman of the Vaalensorrd men. She was their plaything. Educated at the best schools, dressed in the finest clothes, coddled at spas and hotels across the world, Kirsten was, at her core, a trained whore. However, she needed to go Rio for a conference and she needed to go alone. She was staying with Constantia at her ranch and was going to fuck and be fucked with abandon. Constantia did not allow men, other than her slaves, within a ten-mile radius of her ranch. The Vaalensorrd men were not amused by this turn of events. Not that any of them had planned on coming…until Constantia had called her ex-husband to inform him their daughter was spending two weeks with her in Brazil and their was nothing he could do about it. The gauntlet was thrown and Kirsten was caught in the middle.

Kirsten pulled into Erik's winding driveway, smiling like she always did at his wife, Anastasia's, winter castle that her father had built for Anastasia and Erik on their wedding day. The door was opened by Lorring who took her wraps gracefully, and disappeared to heaven only knows where. Kirsten almost passed the library when she notices Anastasia's petite, blonde frame sunk in the cushions before the fire, the ever present flute of champagne in one hand and tears streaming down her face. "Anastasia?" Kirsten queried worriedly. Anastasia was a doll of a woman who shown Kirsten nothing but affection since the first time they had met. Kirsten had swallowed Eric whole and was yanking the pearl string out of his ass while he screamed and pulsed buckets down her throat when Anastasia had walked into bedroom. Kirsten had no idea how Erik had managed to fix the situation. Eighteen months later, she was Anastasia's maid-of-honor at one of St. Paul's most lavish affairs. 

Anastasia began to cry harder, actually spilling the contents of her flute. "Doll Baby," Kirsten crooned, removing the glass from her aunt's hand and wrapping her arms around her. Kirsten felt Anastasia's arms wrap around her, her petite little form shaking with emotion. Kirsten went onto autopilot, giving Anastasia a breast massage, feeling the long, hard peaks of her itty-bitty A-cup breasts strain for more. In less than two minutes, Anastasia's pussy convulsed as Kirsten manipulated her nipples with the ease of experience. 

"God damn it, Kirsten," Anastasia hiccupped, half-heartedly pushing the beautiful girl away from her, "this is all wrong. I've been watching the home movies and the videos and looking through the photo albums…I don't want that kind of life. I don't want…"

Kirsten narrowed her eyes. "I'm an anomaly, Doll Baby," Kirsten said, pinning her aunt's hands above her head with one hand while finding her aunt's pussy with the other. "Gustav and Constantia were competitors. They made an arrangement. They married in order for Constantia to inherit and they bred in order for Gustav and his brothers to either have an heir or a plaything." Anastasia sucked in her breath as Kirsten viciously twisted her clit clockwise then counterclockwise, before her fingers started manipulating her folds and slits. "Erik married you because you are a vision. You bewitch him with your tiny body and old money ways. He does everything he can to make you as happy as you make him." Kirsten gave pause as she spread Anastasia's legs wider and began open-handed spanking her pussy. As Anastasia began to convulse, Kirsten stroked her hair, releasing her arms. "Any children you and Erik decide to have will be raised to become world leaders. They will have the traditional childhood, the traditional youth rebellion, and then take their place at the world table." 

Kirsten rubbed her slowly across Anastasia's abdomen, "Do you have a baby growing in here?" Kirsten asked quietly. When Kirsten nodded her head, Kirsten breathed a sigh of relief. The Vaalensorrd brothers hated emotion. "That's wonderful news, petite cherie. Does Erik know?" Kirsten shook her head empathetically. "That is bad, Doll Baby," Kirsten scolded lightly, massaging Anastasia's tiny body, making her relax, while her head bent down to suckle at Anastasia's tiny breasts. Kirsten's lips brutally pulled on her aunt's nipples in search of nourishment that was not yet being produced. Her teeth nibbled a pattern of frustration up and down the long erectiles, making Anastasia scream in delight. Kirsten worked her greedy mouth down Anastasia's body, bringing her aunt to the brink of a fantastic climax, before stopping cold turkey and settling back on the opposite end of the overstuffed sofa. She took out one of the long, thin brown cigarettes her Uncle Lars brought back with him from Turkey and began to smoke it idly. 

"Kirsten, finish me!" Anastasia screeched, her tiny fists curled into balls. "God damn it! I'm so close!" she cried, tears beginning to leak down her face.

Kirsten shrugged.

"Kirsten, please!" Anastasia began to wheedle, getting on her knees before Kirsten, attempting to uncross Kirsten's firmly crossed legs. Kirsten swung her top leg with a bit of force, catching Anastasia below the ribs and sending her crashing backwards. Anastasia curled into a ball and began to cry. "Kirsten, please…please, baby girl. I need….I need…"

"Am I some sort of freak to you?" Kirsten asked, steel lacing her voice. 

"No, baby girl, no…" Anastasia started crying again, crawling back to Kirsten. 

Kirsten waited until Anastasia was in range and then kicked her again. Anastasia stayed put, whimpering quietly. "You know my history. You know why I was hatched. Do you really believe the brothers Vaalensorrd are going to raise their children like this?" Anastasia shrugged, her little body racked by sobs. "Doll Baby," Kirsten said quietly, "Gustav and Constantia made a pact. After Constantia became pregnant, the brothers and their cohorts put her through her paces. I cannot blame her for giving birth and never looking back." Kirsten took another long drag on her cigarette. "I was raised to be a tool for the brotherhood. Gustav has his family. Lars has his family. Jory, Dag and Tait all have their families. And, now, you and Erik are going to begin your very own family." Kirsten put out her cigarette and held her hand out to Anastasia whom eagerly leapt to her feet and ran to Kirsten's side. Kirsten stroked the trembling body before her, assuring Anastasia softly, "You are going to be a fabulous mother. Erik is going to be a fabulous father. And I am going to be the relative that the Vaalensorrd children know about but whom they do not know."

"No, baby girl. You're a part of the family."

Kirsten placed her finger lightly on Anastasia's lips. "No, Doll Baby. I'm not. I'm a relative, who was bought a very, very good position in the service of St. Paul, and I will be able to earn a very good salary and have a more than generous pension. The brothers have been saving for me since my birth. I am wealthy. In thirty years, after all the children are grown and have their own people positioned in the local, state and national political arena, I will be able to retire quite nicely, choosing young men and women for my companions."

Anastasia smiled at Kirsten uncertainly. "But, won't you come around…"

"I'll be at the christening, petite cherie, but that is all. You may come around for a cup of tea, if you like, once the baby is born. But this will be one of my last visits to the palace." As the waterworks threatened to turn on again, Kirsten got businesslike. "Stand up and face forward." Kirsten barked.

Anastasia complied swiftly, sucking in her breath as Kirsten began to root around in her ass. Anastasia began to arch, but Kirsten pushed her down. Anastasia was bent in two, her hands on the ground beside her feet. With a brutally efficient movement, Kirsten had Anastasia's cheeks spread wide, causing her to cry out in pain. But waves of pleasure followed as Kirsten began to work her magic mouth up and down the folds of her ass. 

Anastasia began to cry again as she screamed baby girl's name over and over again. Fingers and then a fist slid in and out of her rosebud as Kirsten's mouth brought her over and over again to orgasm. The pictures and films of Kirsten's youth ran rampant through Anastasia's mind as her body convulsed through different levels of ecstasy. 

Spent and completely satisfied, Anastasia watched the girl-woman before her smoke one of Lars long, Turkish cigarettes. Not a hair out of place. She looked completely at ease and not like a woman who had just fucked another woman silly for the last three hours. "I want to go to Rio with you next week. I want to stay at the ranch with Constantia and have a little…uh…experience, before I am shackled to the roll of wife and mother."

Kirsten sighed deeply; knowing there was no way Erik was going to allow that to happen when Erik's voice said from somewhere behind them, "That's a brilliant idea, darling. I think Anastasia should accompany you, Kirsten."

Both women snapped their heads around to view the daunting form of Erik Vaalensorrd fill the doorway.

Next Chapter:
Baby Girl Goes to Rio