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Alexis Ch. 01

By: BeautifulPrincess



Some hopeless romantics say that the love of a woman is the greatest gift a man can receive. Maybe I believed it a little when I met my wife Veronica in college. She was beautiful, professional, and at the time, honest. But after we got married, her being 22 and I being 24, things changed. She goes out and flirts with her business girlfriends and I find myself working overtime on the weekends as an excuse not to come home. I've gotten used to eating meals by myself late at night and coming home to a dark house. Veronica hardly ever comes home and our daughter Alexis spends more time at her friends' houses than here. But that's the way it is with certain couples I suppose.

I've been thinking a lot about us and think that maybe its best if we split once Alex goes away to college. Last night I spoke to Veronica about it and we both agreed that it's official and then we turned onto our sides and fell to silence. I'm sure our daughter is used to the way are by now, to me, she is what has kept me around so long. Every now and then Alex and I will eat a quiet dinner together, just to keep each other company I suppose.

Alex was born a year after we married. Veronica could have been a little happier about our daughter. Myself, I was ecstatic that I had a child, someone to take care of and take to her first day of school. I tried to find some time to do those things, but as the years have gone by, I've found that our relationship had gotten more strained. I love her more than anything, but she's a teenager, almost an adult for God's sake. She's all her own. She doesn't have her mother's dirty blond hair and brown eyes. Nor does she have my dark brown hair or green eyes. She's got a long mane of brown hair and big hazel eyes. Sometimes I wonder if she's even mine. She's so much different than her mother and I; full of energy, always smiling, and surprisingly mature.

A year later when I came home from work Saturday night, I dropped my briefcase in my den and headed for the kitchen for something to heat up. I found a note from Veronica on the counter:  



Alexis Ch. 01



My Junior year of college was a pretty good one. I was the great age of 21 finally; I could go out to any bar I wanted and drink all night long. I loved getting to know some sexy coeds and knowing that I could dance and grind with them all night and never see them again if I didn't want to. 

I guess I should get more into who I am. My name is George; I was 21 at the time of the following events happening. I went to a small college in New York State. I am about 6'2", dark brown hair, blue gray eyes, very athletic and tan, with a nice 9 inch dick for the ladies, and about 2 inches of girth. I have never had any complaints when it comes to women. 

The story though isn't about me; it is about how I turned a little freshman hottie Alexis into my own personal fuck toy. God she was hot, only 18, and so fresh. She was 5'5", blonde hair down to her shoulders, brown eyes, 34 B tits, unshaved pussy (for the first few times at least) and a tight little ass she loved to grind into guys on the dance floor. I met her through one of my friends kind of by mistake actually.

I met Alexis because my friends had pissed off her other freshman roommates, of which I got to know a lot better later but those stories are for later, but I went to apologize to Alexis's roommates and got to talking to them. They were all cool girls and I gave them all my screenname on AOL and they all talked to me quite often but there was just something about how Alexis talked to me. Alexis was quite the flirt, and every time I came online she was the first to give me a message. 

One day while we were talking she kept dropping hints she might want to come over and have some drinks with me and just chill out and watch some movies. So I told her I was free on Saturday and if she wanted to come over just let me know. Well Friday she told me that she was free Saturday and asked what time, I told her to come over at 8 so we had lots of time to hangout. Little did I know what events would occur that night. 

She came over at 8pm, I had to go downstairs to let her into my dorm and I was pretty amazed on how she looked. Her jeans were practically painted on, they were like a second skin, I could almost make out the thong from under her jeans. Then her shirt was just some tight long sleeve t-shirt and you could just make out her black bra under it. She looked hot and ready for action. I felt kind of bad since all I had on was jeans, boxers, and a t-shirt, I was so underdressed. 

We walked up to my room and as soon as we got inside she wanted to have a drink so I made her a long island ice tea. Then she suggested we put on my Christmas lights and pop in a movie and chill out. So after I made myself a long island ice tea too I put on the lights and turned off the main lights and went and sat on my bed next to her. 

I slammed down my drink and was feeling pretty good and she drank hers very quickly too. Right after she was done she had to go to the bathroom so I showed her where it was and she went and while she was gone I made her a drink. While she was gone to the bathroom I noticed something. As she was walking down the hall she was having a tough time walking so I knew she must be pretty drunk. I had kind of guessed since she was such a small girl and hadn't really drunk that much before. 

Before she got back I checked my instant messager and her friends left a message hoping she would read it and not me, but it said" Have fun with him, we can't wait to hear how it is, he is really cute, enjoy and we want full details when you come home". When she got back we started the movie and she proceeded to drink her drink which I made a little stronger this time ;). This time though when I sat on the bed she sat right next to me, her shoulders were right next to mine.

Occasionally she would lean over and say something to me, but I never really paid much attention to what she was saying. All I could concentrate on was the growing bulge in my pants. She was having quite the effect on me, all the flirting and having her here knowing she was drunk and wanted me was having an effect. 

After she was done with her drink she had to go to the bathroom again. She asked if she could just use the guy's bathroom around the corner instead of going all the way down the hall for the girl's bathroom. I didn't see any harm in it so I let her into one of the stalls and she went while I went in another, then we went back to my room. She wanted another drink so I made her some cranberry and vodka and she slammed that right down. She was clearly feeling no pain and she stumbled around my room. 

She decided she wanted to check and see who was online on AOL so she asked if she could use my computer, I said fine but before she could sit down on my chair I sat down. I told her if she wanted to sit down she would have to sit on my lap, and she agreed. By this time I was rock hard and her tight little ass on top of me felt so good.

She started talking to a few of her friends and I felt her rub her ass against my rock hard dick. I then started massaging her back and shoulders and all she could do was moan. She kept talking to her friends as I put my arm around her waist and started rubbing down her thighs and towards that denim clad pussy of hers. I proceeded to rub her pussy through her jeans and I could see it was obviously distracting her typing. While she wasn't talking to her friends she kept watching the stupid movie we put in and I decided to take action.

I put on my webcam and had it tape everything that was going on, little did I know how much this webcam would capture by the end of the next morning. She went back to typing as I noticed how hard her nipples were, they were poking through her shirt because it was cold in my room and how horny I thought she was getting. She said goodbye to her friends and said she wanted to lie down on the bed so we both got up and laid down on the bed. 

We continued to watch the movie as we were lying on the bed and she cuddled up in the front of me and we started to spoon a bit. She rubbed her night tight ass into my dick and kept looking over her shoulder at me. Eventually I got to the point I couldn't take it anymore so I tilted her to face me and I kissed her on her sweet lips. She hugged me and pressed her nice firm body into me and kissed me more passionately. She opened up her mouth and I slipped my tongue into her and she shot back with her tongue exploring the insides of my hot mouth. We kept making out for about 15 minutes and she suddenly stopped and said "it is getting very hot in here, how about we take some of these clothes off and get more comfortable." Well I was not one to disagree with a girl who wanted to get naked so we did.

I stripped off my jeans and t-shirt and boxers real quick and sat and watched her. She slipped off her skin tight jeans and her long sleeve t-shirt first. Then came her bra and I got to see her nice firm tits and her puffy pink nipples. Then she slipped off her lacey panties and I saw she was unshaved. I didn't think such a hot girl would have an unshaved pussy but like I said before we fixed that after a few meetings with each other. 

We got under the covers and as soon as we did she attacked me again with her sweet lips and tongue. We were making out and our hands were all over each other. I started to massage one of her big firm tits with my hand and her nipples were rock hard. I broke free of her kiss just long enough to start sucking on her tits and she was moaning so loudly. She kept moaning "GOD YES THAT FEELS GOOD!!!" 

I kept sucking on her nipples for a while and as I did I dipped my fingers into her hot tight pussy. I nibbled on one of her nipples as I slipped my middle finger into her wetness. When I got my whole finger into her pussy she let out a loud moan and bucked her hips and my hand was flooded with her pussy juices. 

After she had cummed I knew I wanted to taste that hot little pussy of hers before we got onto other fun things so I started to kiss down her body. I slowly kissed and licked my way down her stomach and to the tops of her thighs. Then down to the inside of her thighs and up towards her dripping wet pussy. I could see how anxious she was for me to start eating her out but I took my time to tease her. I started kissing the outside of her pussy and she kept grinding her pussy into my face wanting my tongue on her clit. 

Eventually she got so turned on she said "Get that tongue out and get it on my clit, I want to cum again before I get that big dick of yours inside of a few of my holes! " After that I couldn't tease her any longer so I started using my tongue on her clit. I licked and sucked on it for about 10 minutes before she started moaning "GOD yes, that's SOOOOOO GOOOOD, give me more you hot boy, I need your tongue, TONGUE FUCK ME! I am SOOOOOOOOOOO close to CUMMMMMMMING" 

I kept licking and my tongue was washed over with a wave of her sweet pussy nectar, I kept licking until I got every drop. I kept licking her after until she grabbed my arm and pulled me up to her face so she could kiss me and lick the excess of her juices off of my chin.

After I had eaten her pussy she decided to return the favor and made me go sit in my big leather computer chair. I sat down and she dropped to her knees and started kissing the end of my dick. She said "God this looks so good, you better be able to get it right up after you cum in my mouth. I can't wait to get this in my tight little pussy." She started kissing and licking the entire length of the shaft and sucking on the tip and underside of my dick. It felt incredibly good and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out for long. 

She started playing with my cum filled balls and I started to lose it. I grabbed the back of her head and forced her down on my cock. She took my dick deep in her throat as I shot wave after wave of hot thick cum down her throat. After she greedily sucked up every drop she pulled her head off and started licking the excess cum off of my cock. That got me instantly hard again and I knew what was next. 

Alexis pushed me down on the bed and just starred at my big hard cock. She licked her lips and said" That tasted really good in my mouth and you really know how to use your tongue on my pussy. I really hope you know how to use that dick in my pussy because I need a good hard fuck"

She climbs on top of me and started rubbing her dripping wet pussy against my dick nice and slow teasing me. She slowly slid all 9 inches of my dick into her pussy and started moaning very loudly.

She started to ride my dick slow and deep and making sure she played with her clit as much as possible. She leaned in and I wrapped my lips around one of her rock hard nipples and sucked on it. I grabbed her tight ass and she started riding my dick fast and deep. I could feel my dick very deep inside of her tight little pussy.

She was really getting loud now and kept saying" faster and deeper George, I really need your big hard cock in my little pussy"

"Fuck me harder, cum inside of me and make me cum"

I kept fucking her but I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. The combination of her hot and soaking wet pussy and the hot sexy words coming from her mouth would make me cum soon. Before I could think of the cum in my balls rising she screamed "God yes I am CUMMMING! Bury your dick into me! I want your cum deep inside of my pussy!"

I did just that and cummed almost instantly, pulse after pulse of hot cum went deep inside of her tight little pussy. Her wet pussy spammed around my dick and squeezed even more cum out of my dick. 

She got off of me and laid down next to me. Her pussy was dripping out all the cum I has just deposited deep inside of her. She said "god that was so good, can we do that again sometime?" I said of course we could and we both passed out until the next morning, but that is a different story…..

Let me know what everyone thinks, this is just chapter one. I would love some feedback from some ladies, let me know what you ladies think. And Please vote! :)



Alexis Ch. 02



I stepped into the cold water and flooded my face under it. What the hell was I feeling in that basement? Sexual frustration that’s what. I had actually been tempted by my own daughter; had actually thought about taking her over the weight bench and fucking her! How could I be thinking like that?

The shower had managed to suppress the aching erection that had reared its ugly head moments before and after toweling off, I actually felt normal again. My confusion and guilt for what had come over me was still settled deep down in my mind and now I had to go back downstairs and face my daughter.

I put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and went downstairs to find Alexis, hoping that we could talk about what had happened downstairs. I couldn’t find her anywhere and realized then that I had obviously upset her. She had most likely gone out or to a friend’s house. She knew, as well as I did that something had gone on between us. Most likely she had gotten out of the house to avoid me.

I tried to rationalize the afternoon’s events for the rest of the day and finally settled it to be an overreaction on my part. Alexis would never try to seduce her own father and I was ashamed that I had even counted that as a possibility. I continued with the rest of my evening, but was unable to concentrate on anything else other than my daughter. I waited for Alexis until nearly ten o’clock before I heard the door. A gloomy looking Alex passed through the living room, ignoring me, and going directly up the stairs to her room. I was given no chance to apologize, nor give my concern for where she had been for the later part of the afternoon and evening. Frustrated and somewhat angered, I decided that it be best if I tried to go to bed myself. I hoped that things would be different tomorrow morning. 

Unfortunately sleep came to no avail that night. I tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, visions of Veronica and Alexis flooding through my mind. Finally at around two I got up to go to the bathroom. The lights were all out in the house except for a small glow which shown through the doorway of Alexis’s bedroom. I stopped at her door and slowly peeked in unsure about whether she was asleep or not. Slowly and quietly I walked into her room and was immediately flooded with her young scent. That clean, fresh smell floating around her room. The comforter on her bed was disheveled and pulled back and I knew Alex must be up. I cautiously sat at the edge of her bed running my hand along the soft cotton covering of her sheets. I touched her pillow where her head would lay. I must have figured that Alex had gone downstairs or something and that I had more time, but did not see Alex come to her doorway and pause and watch as I explored her bedroom. 

Then I heard a small peep and immediately rose towards the door to see Alexis. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Alexis. Good God she looked more sexy than ever wearing the smallest pair of black panties I had ever seen, barely large enough to cover her young sex. And the small black bra didn’t do her justice either. Her hair was disheveled and lay gently over her right shoulder. Immediately images of her young body nude flashed through my mind and I looked away in guilt. She walked over towards me and I watched her walk. Her young legs and her nice firm tummy.

“What are you doing Dad?” she asked as she sat down beside me curling one thin leg underneath the other.

I sucked in a quick breath before replying, “ I couldn’t sleep. I thought I’d come in to check on you.”

“Oh.” she said plainly breaking my gaze and I realized that I had openly been admiring her young body. I decided it best that I apologize now while I had the chance.

“I’m sorry about today sweetheart. I’m not exactly sure what came over me.” I adjusted myself to try to conceal my now growing cock hoping she wouldn’t notice. Luckily she didn’t notice my erection.

“I am,” she said looking down almost in shame. I looked at her nervously; her big hazel eyes gazed up at me.

“You do?” I questioned. I realized she had gotten closer to me in the past few minutes and stood only about 6 inches away now. I could literally feel the heat of her young body against my skin.

“Yes.” She said quietly looking at me. “You were obviously uncomfortable around me.”

Relief swept over me at first and then sadness as I realized she must think I don’t enjoy her company. “Sweetheart yes I was, but not for the reason you might think.” I tried to explain.

“It’s okay Dad. It’s not like we see each other all that often. I can see how you felt weird lifting weights with me.” She replied.

I touched her arm gently, “Honey that’s not it. Please don’t think that I don’t enjoy you around.” I insisted.

“Then why did you just up and leave without saying a word to me?” she asked. We sat there a moment staring at each other.

I stared at her a few moments. This was it, the moment of truth….

“Because Alexis….. you’ve grown into an attractive young lady, I can’t believe how fast. Heaven help me, I was unable to take my eyes off you.” I said rather quickly before adding, “If I had stayed down there in that basement,” I paused, “I’m not sure I would have been able to control myself.” 

I looked down at the ground then in guilt and waited in silence for her response. My cock was now strained at full mast and I feared she would notice my struggle for control.

Then she looked at me, her eyes boring into mine. I whispered again that I was sorry. My whole body was in overdrive as I gazed at her. Then her eyes left my own and she gazed down at my lap. Oh God, here I am sitting with my daughter with a straining erection. God how I wanted her to kneel down in front of me and suck the living daylights out of my cock. 

Not again. I promised myself. Just get up and leave Kevin and then you can jerk off in your own bedroom. Don’t scare her away. 

“Well you’d better get back to sleep now honey.” I said nervously and got up from off her bed. “I’ll see you in the morning.” I left the room as quickly as I could.

I found myself jerking off to thoughts of Alexis nearly five minutes later as visions of her young body riding my cock into oblivion raced through my head. This had to stop. I had to control myself and get these sinful fantasies out of my mind. 

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The next morning I awoke 25 minutes late. Startled I jumped out of bed, raced to the shower and within 10 minutes I was running down the stairs, my tie halfway wrapped around my neck. Alex had already left for school apparently and I found a pot of fresh coffee awaiting me when I scampered into the kitchen. I mentally thanked Alexis and rushed out the door. That’s when I noticed the familiar silver Taurus belonging to my beloved wife and I panicked. What the hell was she doing here? As she stepped out of the car, I remembered why I had fallen in love with her so many years ago. Her form was wrapped perfectly in a dark navy suit with heels. Her breasts, her hair, her walk, everything about her screamed perfection. As she walked towards me and removed her sunglasses, I dreaded what she had to say from the cold look which lay in her eyes.

“Good morning.” I said rather coldly myself, as she stopped in front of me.

“Hello Kevin.” She replied looking up at me. “I came by this morning to talk to you.”

I raised an eyebrow at the reply, “Well as you can see Veronica I’m running rather late this morning. How nice of you to come by when I’m actually not home.” “This is important Kevin, can you go in late today?” With that she urged me inside the house. I dropped my briefcase and coat on the back of the couch and turned towards her trying to act calm and reasonable as she began to speak.

She stood by the fireplace with her back to me and holding a packet of white papers within her hand. I stood staring at her. “So what’s this all about, although I have a feeling I already know.”

She turned around, “Kevin, you know as well as I do that this relationship has been over for a longtime. We just haven’t had the guts to face the obvious.” 

I could feel my face turning red with anger, “ ‘This relationship’ yes has been over for a longtime because of you fucking around. I mean lets face it Veronica, you barely know our daughter, you’re never home, you don’t give a fuck about anybody except you.” My face turned crimson as I stared at her. “Jesus Christ Veronica, you won’t even try to fix us.” 

“ God Kevin, how stupid do you think I am?! “ she yelled at me, her expression dark with anger and hate. I looked at her questioningly. 

“ Oh how uncommon for you to blame our fucked up marriage on me.” I replied.

“Well don’t think I didn’t know about the secretary’s you fucked while on lunch at the office. Don’t you think I tried calling the office? And just to hear someone say that you and a young lady had reservations to lunch? You don’t think that hurt me you son of a bitch!”

I ran a hand through my hair and threw my tie over the chair nearby. “ Jesus Veronica……… we’re both unhappy with each other. I don’t know what to tell you.”

She walked towards me then…” Well I do, I want a divorce.” And with that she threw the neatly stapled pack of papers on the coffee table and walked by me coldly.

“Just like that huh?” I asked sarcastically. “And what about our daughter? Do you even want anything to do with her?” 

She turned, “Jesus Kevin open your eyes. Our daughter hates me, and now that the divorce proceedings will be starting, she won’t want anything to do with me before or after. She can stay here, she’ll be better off with Daddy.” She added in a sarcastic and mockful tone.

“Fine.” I said not knowing what else to do. I waved a hand at her as I turned away.

“ I’ll be back later this afternoon to pick up some things and hopefully, try to talk to our daughter.” She walked towards the front door, opened it, and walked out. 

My blood was boiling with fury, contempt, and pain as I realized that this was it. I was now going to become a divorced forty-year-old man. God damnit, I was mad. I couldn’t go into work this morning with the way I was feeling right now. I felt like a fucking bomb waiting to go off. I ripped at the buttons of my shirt and plopped onto the couch in despair. How the hell was Alexis going to handle this? Veronica had said that Alexis hated her. Well I knew they weren’t particularly close in the mother-daughter-bonding situation, but I thought they got along all right. God I felt awful. I went upstairs and took a long hot shower; I didn’t even want to touch the papers that were sitting on that coffee table. I just wanted to go to bed and sleep, but I knew I couldn’t. I had too much to do. I called my office and tried my best to apologize for canceling the meeting.

“For God’s Sake Kevin, are you trying to ruin us?!!!” Mark Solomon screamed on the phone. These clients are putting big bucks on us and you pull this about not being able to come in!?! What’s going on with you?” he asked utterly concerned.

“Mark I’m having a really bad fucking morning. Veronica came by and served me fucking divorce papers. I couldn’t come in today with the shit that happened this morning. I promise though, it’ll never happen again. Tell John and Sydney I apologize for my absence and that I will meet with them first thing Wednesday.” With that I hung up the phone.

By about 11, I had pulled myself together, put on a pair of Levis and a t-shirt and decided to start reading through the divorce papers. I sat at the kitchen table, grabbed myself a cup of black coffee and began reading. Well, at least she didn’t want the house, but she wanted the summer cottage! That little bitch! Our summer cottage was Alex’s most favorite place to go during those long hot months. I would take her there for about 4 weeks every summer. Of course Veronica would go, but lately it had been an issue going with the supposed work she had to do and now she wants it? I don’t think so; if I have to I’ll trade her the house for the cottage. The cottage was only 45 minutes away, not that bad a ride for Alex to get to and from school right? By the time I got done reading through, I was livid. I could see why Alexis disliked her mother so much. Her selfishness and apparent enjoyment for other people’s sadness was very obvious to me now. 

I wasn’t quite sure when Veronica was coming back to the house, but I hoped that Alexis got home from school before. Because I was sure if I was to be alone with Veronica in my house, I might just kill her.



Alexis Ch. 02



Thanks so much for all of your comments! Now that I know that people are actually reading my story and really like it, I'm going to try to start posting a new chapter at least every week, as long as I keep getting a response. Thanks again!

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When I open the front door to my house, I'm already hard. I'm going to be home alone for an entire night, and I have a lot of things planned. 

I toss my backpack and jacket onto the couch, and by the time I reach my room I already have my shirt off. I let my pants drop to the floor and pull off the green thong, not bothering to hide it anywhere. 

The first thing I decide to do is take a long, hot bubble bath. I shave my legs of any stubble that may have grown in the last couple of days, and proceed to shave my underarms, ass, and crotch, shaving my balls and pubic hair off and leaving only a small strip of fuzz above my cock. I like it that way...it makes me feel like a real little slut. 

Satisfied that I'm good and smooth, I dry myself off and walk naked into my sister's room, sitting down in front of her vanity. I look at myself in the mirror. From the waist down-aside from my rock hard cock-I could pass as a pubescent slutty girl. But my face is what gives everything away. 

I've experimented with make-up before, but I've never had the opportunity to actually put a full effort into it. I want to go for the super slutty look, so I pick out some of my sister's most intense make-up. 

First, I blend a liquid base onto my face, giving my skin a somewhat darker tone. I then apply a very small amount of blush to my cheeks. Next, I decide on some black eyeliner and a dark blue glittery eye-shadow, which I blend with some light pink eye-shadow. After I'm finished with that, I put on some purple-ish lip gloss, coating it on so much that my lips almost stick together. 

Looking at myself in the mirror, I'm very proud with the work. My face really does look like one of a slutty teenage girl. I slowly slide the tip of my tongue over my top lip, checking myself out. I realize that I need to do something about my hair. 

My hair is shaggy and somewhat long, but it definitely isn't long enough yet to pull it into a ponytail. I'm brushing through it, trying to flatten it down, when I notice my sister's hair straightner. I pull my hair through it, and I notice that it takes on a thin texture and is much easier to style. I pull my bangs out and brush them down one side, and let the back of my hair tease out a little and go a little wild. It's a look that resembles that of Victoria Beckham. 

I paint my fingernails a sparkly pink, along with my toenails. Satisfied with my transformation, I decide that it's time to pick out an outfit. 

I know for sure what I'm going for tonight; I want to look like a trampy teenage girl that just doesn't give a fuck. I'm sure I won't have a problem piecing something together from my sister's clothes; she goes out to the teen club on the weekends and some of the shit she wears is just plain slutty. 

I pull on a hot pink g-string, tucking my balls back into it. I pull the straps up around my hips like a good little girl. For a bra, I pick out a black push-up and fill it with two white balloons filled with water-just the perfect amount to fit convincingly into my sister's 34b bra. 

After trying to decide between a skirt and a dress, I choose to go with the skirt. It's a white pleaded one, and is very short. It's so short, in fact, that if it blew up even a little bit in the back, someone would see my little ass cheeks. I pull on a hot pink/fuscia tank-top and arrange my bra so that the cups are covered. However, the visible black straps of it definitely gave everything a bit of a trashier look. I liked it. 

I pull on a pair of white sandals and check myself out in the mirror one more time. I really, honestly could pass as a teen girl, there's no doubt about it. The thought of this starts to get me hard, and I realize that I'm going to have to learn to control that if I am to try and pass as a girl. 

I play with my dildo for a little bit, sucking on it and teasing my asshole with it, but I decide that I need something a little bit more. Early today had put me in a very adventuresome mood, and I was willing to do almost anything. It's as if a light bulb turns on. I grab the phone book and look up Mr. Hughes' number. I want to finish what I started. 

After dialing him, a woman picks up after a few rings. 

"Hello?" she asks. 

"Is Mr. Hughes there?" I ask, not bothering to change my voice. There's a pause on the other line. 

"Yes, just a minute," she finally says. I can hear some mumbling between her and Mr. Hughes in the background, and then he answers. 

"Hello?" 

"Hi Mr. Hughes. This is Alex from school," I say. There's a quiet gasp from the other end. 

"Hold on just a second Alex," he mutters. I hear a door shut as he goes into another room. 

"That was my wife," he whispers, sounding somewhat irritated. 

"I'm sorry," I say. "But...I was having some trouble with my homework and I was wondering if you could help me out." I say this in a cute, sly way-a way that would make it hard for anyone to pass up. There's another long pause on the other end. 

"Let me eat dinner, and I'm sure we can work something out," Mr. Hughes says. My heart starts racing faster. I'm finally going to get fucked! 

I give Mr. Hughes my address and he tells me that he'll be here in an hour. 

While I'm waiting for him, I pace back and forth nervously in the living room, a porno playing in the background. I check my make-up and rearrange my bra about eight hundred times. It seems like only a few minutes go by, but close to an hour later-around seven-there's a knock on the door. 

I take a deep breath and calm myself. I'm actually more nervous than I thought I would be. I slowly open the door and take a step back. Mr. Hughes is standing in the doorway with his hands in his pockets. He slowly looks up at me and gasps. 

"Wow...Alex?" he asks. I smile at him. 

"Alexis," I reply, doing my best to sound like a girl. My voice had just started changing, so it wasn't too hard. 

A naughty smile falls across Mr. Hughes' face, and he takes a step toward me, kicking the door behind him. There's no hesitation. We get right down to business. 

Mr. Hughes wraps his arms around my waist and pulls my close to him. I wrap both of my arms around his neck and pull him to me, kissing him hard with my gloss covered lips. I probe his mouth with my tongue and breath heavily into him, moaning softly as his hands move up and down my body. They find my ass and squeeze it tightly through my skirt before lifting the back of it up and touching my bare ass. I lower one of my arms and reach down for his cock, still while kissing him heavily. He's already rock hard, and I stroke him through his jeans. 

Fuck this, I think to myself. I know damn well what I want, and I'm not going to wait for it any longer. I unbutton his jeans with one hand and pull them down to his knees. His hands are groping at my "tits" now and he's burying his face into my neck, nibbling lightly and giving me a hickey. His hard cock is making a tent in his briefs, and it causes me to pull his underwear down too. I kiss Mr. Hughes lightly on the lips and look at him in the eyes. Gently giving him a little push, I direct him to the couch and sit him down, taking charge. He watches me with the most lustful eyes I've ever seen. I'm so hard that my cock is trembling. 

"Oh yeah baby, work that wonderful mouth of yours on my cock," Mr. Hughes says. I grin at him and kneel down on the floor in front of him, taking his entire cock all the way into my mouth. I gag and quickly recoil, pulling it out and catching my breath. Taking it slower, I work my mouth down around his shaft and begin pumping him in and out, jacking off the base of him with the spit and precum from my sloppy blowjob. His fingers are running through my hair, and he slaps my hand away from his cock, forcing my head all the way down. He hits the back of my throat and I gag again and try to pull away, but he slams me down even harder and shoves his cock all the way down my throat. His balls slap against my chin as he face-fucks me, and I'm struggling to catch my breath. Finally, he stops and pulls out, slapping his dick roughly across my cheek. I moan and give him a naughty look, grinning slightly. 

That must have encouraged Mr. Hughes even more, because he pulls me up and throws me down on the couch. He grabs me by the hips and lifts my ass up in the air, my face buried in a pillow. 

"You're such a little whore Alexis," he says. 

"Uh-huh!" I giggle, wiggling my ass. Mr. Hughes lifts my skirt up over my ass and pulls the string of my underwear away. Without hesitation, he shoves his face between my cheeks. I spread them apart with my hands to help him. I feel a wetness against my asshole, followed by a huge amount of pleasure. I push myself back against Mr. Hughes' tongue, letting him probe my smooth asshole with it. I shut my eyes and begin to moan softly as he laps away at my asshole, spreading it apart with his tongue and working it in just a little. He traces around the ring of my hole with his tongue and then pushes hard against my opening, fucking my little boy hole with it. 

Once he feels that I'm excited enough-it's not as if I already wasn't-Mr. Hughes slaps my ass and tells me to stand up. I oblige, and he pulls down my skirt, leaving my g-string and sandals on. He produces a bottle of KY from his pocket and slathers it onto his eight inch penis. 

"Lean down over the armrest of the couch whore," he demands. I nervously bend over the side of the couch, still standing up, and bury my face in my arms. I've fucked myself plenty of times with my dildo, but I've always known that that wouldn't be enough to prepare me for the real thing. 

Mr. Hughes squirts some lube onto two of his fingers and roughly smears it onto my already saliva covered asshole. He works two fingers in and fucks me with them for a few seconds, lubing me up on the inside too. By the time he's finished, my asshole is dripping wet, just waiting to be invaded by a nice, throbbing cock. 

In just a few seconds, it is. Mr. Hughes pulls me back a little, readjusting me. I push my ass up towards him more. 

"Spread your legs apart more," he says. I do, and he pulls my g-string down and lets it stay around my shins. He's holding me apart with one hand and guiding his cock with the other. I relax and shut my eyes, trying to keep my asshole from tensing. 

I feel something warm against my hole, and then a sharp pain as he pushes the head of himself in. I let out a loud squeal and bite my bottom lip in pain, balling my fists and trying to relax. 

"Oh shit. You're a little virgin aren't you?" Mr. Hughes asks. 

"Uh-huh..." I cry. He pushes himself in further, to about half way. He pulls back out to his tip, and then pushes back in half way. He slowly fucks me like this for about thirty seconds, getting me used to the feeling of having a real cock inside of me, and then, without warning, he pushes himself into me until his balls are resting against my ass cheeks. 

"Oh shit!" I cry out. He grabs my hips and holds me there like that for a minute or so. I can feel myself starting to relax around him, and the sharp pain starts to slowly go away. It's replaced with a feeling of fullness and pleasure-the familiar feel of a dildo or butt plug, only so much better. This is throbbing, has veins, and is warm. A dildo is entirely different. Just from having a real cock inside of me for only a few minutes, I'm already starting to realize how much I love it. 

Mr. Hughes pulls out about halfway and then slides back in. I open my eyes and turn around. We make eye contact, and I lick my lips and bite my bottom lip. He starts to work up a faster rhythm, grabbing onto my hips and pulling me against him. I try to help, and grind myself against him to the rhythm of his thrusts. When he's pushing into me, I'm pushing back against him. 

"God-dammit girl, you're pussy feels so good," Mr. Hughes says. Hearing him talk like that to me only excites me even more. It makes me realize that I really am a fucking slut. Here I am, fucking my science teacher, just because I wanted some cock. God, I'm such a little whore! 

"Oh yeah Mr. Hughes. Fuck me. I just want you to fuck me," I say. He breaths heavily and starts slamming into me harder. We're going at a really fast pace now, and he's pulling me hard against him. I can hear the sound of our skin slapping together and his balls slamming against my asscheeks-mixed with the slurping sound of his bare cock slamming into my soaking wet asshole. 

It feels like he's pushing against something inside of me, that's how hard and deep Mr. Hughes is fucking me. Without any warning, he suddenly pulls out of my ass. I let out a little farting sound and I instantly feel empty. I can feel the cool air against my gaping hole. 

"Get down on your back bitch," Mr. Hughes orders. I lay down on the couch and he grabs my legs and tosses them up over his shoulders. He places his cock at the entrance of my boy-pussy and immediately shoves it back into me and starts fucking me even harder than he was before. 

Getting fucked in this position must be hitting my prostate, because I instantly feel an intense sensation in my groin. It feels almost like I have to pee at first, but I learn to accept the feeling and it soon becomes extremely pleasurable. 

Mr. Hughes shoves three of his fingers into my mouth and keeps fucking me. 

"I'm gonna fucking cum in your little pussy," he yells. I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer. His body rests on top of mine as he slams into me. 

"Yeah baby. Fuck my little pussy like the little whore that I am. Cum inside of me and make me feel it splashing against my insides," I whisper into his ear. I nibble at his earlobe lightly and let out a low moan. This sends him over the top, and he lets out a yell and starts to slam into me with long, hard strokes. I can feel his cock throbbing as it shoots his load into me. A warm wetness shoots inside of my ass, I can feel it washing against my rectal wall and going deep inside of me. 

The "splat splat" sound of Mr. Hughes cock fucking me gets louder as he fills me up with his cum, and he eventually slows down, collapsing on top of me and breathing heavily. He kisses me passionately and I can feel him slowly withdrawing his softening penis from my hole. There's a slurping noise as he pulls out, and I can feel his warm cum dribble out and run down my asscrack. He notices it too, and reaches down and scoops some of it up with his fingers. 

I start to jack myself off as he feeds me his cum right from my gaping asshole. He works three fingers into me and starts jiggling them violently, pushing against my prostate. I shudder and let out a yell, shooting a long strand of cum up onto my hot pink tank-top. Stream after stream shoot out and land on my stomach and abdomen as he works my g-spot with his hand. 

We're both breathing heavily as my orgasm subsides. He pulls his fingers from my hole and stands up, muttering something to himself about how much of a slut I am. I really do feel like a slut too. A part of me feels a little bit guilty, but I quickly dismiss it and remind myself of how much I love my new lifestyle. 

"Where's your shower?" Mr. Hughes asks. 

In the shower, we wash ourselves off, and I end up sucking Mr. Hughes off again, letting him cum in my mouth. I, of course, diligently swallow his load, savoring the taste in my mouth before letting it slowly slide down my throat. 

Mr. Hughes gets dressed without saying a word. I'm standing in my living room in only a towel as he laces up his shoes. Both of us are silent. 

Without even looking at me, he stands up and walks out the front door, closing it softly behind him. 

I change into a silk red cami and a matching thong and fall asleep playing with my asshole, admiring how adjusted it's becoming to a cock fucking it. I spend the rest of the weekend in the house, dressing up for a good part of the time whenever my sister's gone at her friend's. I fuck myself with my dildo at least six times a day, and I spend most of my time watching porn and fucking around on my webcam for dirty old men halfway across the world... 



Alexis Ch. 03



I went to the refrigerator and grabbed myself a beer. I might as well be relaxed seeing as how this afternoon will probably be the worst afternoon of my life. I sat down on the couch and flipped on the tv only half-ass watching it for the moment. 2 o’clock quickly turned to 3 and I knew that both Alex and Veronica should be coming soon. I was halfway through my 3rd beer by then. I had a little bit of a buzz going, but I didn’t really give a damn. I heard the sound of a car pulling up to the driveway and lazily waited on the couch for the unknown visitor. When the door opened, I thought it was Alex, but seeing as how everything else was going wrong today, it ended up being Veronica. A pair of conservative khaki shorts, a sleeveless white turtleneck, and a pair of white tennis shoes now replaced her navy suit from this morning. Hell at least in times of crisis she still looked like a million bucks. 

“Good afternoon,” she said calmly, “God you look like shit.” She added.

“Thanks.” I said not really caring and not making any attempt to get her a beverage or speak to her for that matter. 

“I can hardly wait to speak to Alex about all this.” she said sarcastically.

I raised my hand in the air, “Let me speak to her.” I said.

Moments later we heard the sound of Alex’s Camry pulling into the driveway. With moments, Alex came through the door. Her eyes immediately darted to Veronica who stood in the entryway to the kitchen. “Hey Mom.” She said suspiciously. “What are you doing here, shouldn’t you still be at work?” Alex shrugged off her backpack and coat leaving them in the hallway.

Veronica stepped forward. “Well sweety, your Father and I have something to talk to you about.”

I stood up and walked to Alex who now stood in the middle of the livingroom and guided her to the couch to sit with me. “Sweetheart, your Mother came by this morning to talk to me about us. You know that things have been different around here for the past couple months.” I said.

Alexis’s eyes darted to Veronica then back to me again. I read the dread that lingered in her eyes. “You guys are getting a divorce aren’t you?” she interrupted questioningly.

I stared at her long and hard knowing that she already knew and had probably had suspicions about it for quite awhile. 

“Well honey, your Mother and I think that it’s best if we do go our separate ways yes. We both have agreed that a divorce is best for both of us.” I said to her. Her eyes glazed over lightly.

Veronica stepped forward. “Honey we know this is hard for you….” She said before being given a fiery glare from Alex. 

“Hard for you?!!” Alexis yelped, standing up. “ You don’t know anything!”

Veronica stood frozen in place as Alex yelled. I watched as a single tear ran down her left cheek. “You’ve never been here. You’re always at your god damned office or out with that guy.” She started blurting out almost everything she could think of. “I’ve seen him waiting in the car for you when you come by to pick up a pair of clothes or to pick up your mail. Don’t you think I fucking see anything?!!” she screamed.

Veronica crossed her arms, a cold stare frozen on her face. “Now young lady I will not have you speak to me that way! Your father is as much to blame for this as I am.” 

Alex rolled her eyes and gave a hurtful laugh. “Yeah right, whatever you say.”

I stood up, putting my arm over Alex. “Sweetheart don’t speak to your Mother that way. I know you’re upset, I am too.”

Alex quickly dismissed my comforting hand and stormed up the stairs to her bedroom without another word, leaving both Veronica and I frozen in place staring at eachother. Veronica grabbed her purse off the counter and looked at me. “Well,” she said, “ I think that went over nicely. I think she needs to cool off. I will give you a call most likely Wednesday to let you know about when I’ll be over to collect my things.”

I nodded, my only concern right now was Alex. Veronica left without another word as I climbed the steps to Alex’s room. The door was locked and I could hear the loud humming of that teen bop music she listens to blasting. I decided it best if I let her be by herself for awhile, no need making it worse by talking about it now. I went downstairs and started dinner. It looked like I’d be eating alone tonight.

*****

I cooked up some spaghetti and left the rest for Alex if she decided to come down. It was about 6 and she still hadn’t come down from her room. I didn’t much blame her though. The way I was feeling right now, I wouldn’t have been much for company anyway. I decided to eat in the diningroom. We hardly ever used that room anymore. I didn’t want to watch tv tonight. I just wanted to eat in quiet, even if it was by myself. I sat at the end where I normally sat when Veronica, Alex, and I would all eat together some years ago. At the memory, I felt my eyes water. God, why was this happening? I’m losing my wife and maybe even my daughter. I could handle losing Veronica, but not Alex; never Alex…..

I slowly let my head fall in my hands and softly cried in silence. I didn’t know what to do now, what was the next step? How do I rebuild my life? I picked up my plate and threw the whole thing into the garbage, going back to the dining room table and resuming my previous thoughts. I could help but think that I’d be alone for the rest of my life. 

“Daddy?” I heard Alexis’s voice behind me as I quickly wiped the few tears on my face. 

“Yyy-yes sweetheart?” I replied. “You all right?” I asked not turning around.

Alex walked over to my side standing beside me. “Yeah I guess so. I’m just upset and hurt. I can’t believe Mom would do this to us.” She put her hand on my shoulder and I covered it with my own, stroking her hand gently.

“We’ll be all right. As long as we have each other.” I whispered. I held her hand gently, rubbing it in my own. Her other hand went to my other shoulder as her hand rubbed at the tension. 

“I’m so sorry Dad. I hate seeing you unhappy. I don’t know what to do sometimes.” She said softly. “I’ve watched you turn from this happy, wonderful guy, to this man who just doesn’t do anything but work. And I know it’s because of her and it drives me nuts.” She explained. Her hands were now both massaging the tension in my neck, lightly feathering her fingers outward to stroke at my neck and jaw. I closed my eyes slowly relishing in the comforting feel of my daughter’s soft hands.

“I know I’ve been unhappy babygirl. I knew this would happen sooner or later, I just don’t know quite what to do now.” I said honestly. Her hands stroked from my jaw, downward to the center of my chest. I was enjoying her touch more than she knew. I loved Alex so much. I didn’t want her to leave me, ever. If she ever left me, I’d die. I sighed softly as I thought.

“I love you Daddy.” She whispered into my ear, her lips brushing against my ear lobe. I could’ve sworn I felt her wet tongue touch my ear, but then again it could’ve been my imagination playing tricks on me. I grabbed her hands and held them on my chest. My heart was pounding with love for this girl. I looked up at Alex and was surprised when she sat on my lap. Despite my sadness over the day’s events, my cock was hard and aroused. I didn’t care though, I just wanted to hold my daughter. I put my arms around her and hugged her tight. 

“I love you too babygirl, don’t you ever forget that okay?” I asked and kissed her cheek lightly. She looked at me softly, her big eyes warming my broken heart. She softly placed a loving kiss against my cheek, reciprocating. I smiled warmly. “You’re so wonderful.” I told her. “If you weren’t my daughter…….” I started breaking off as I realized what I was insinuating. Her hands rested against my broad chest, massaging the muscles there. I held her hips gently, squeezing lightly as her body shifted. I leaned forward and placed a butterfly kiss upon her neck whispering again that I loved her. Her head leaned back and I took it as my sign to kiss her neck more firmly. I continued soft kisses along her neckline adding gentle nibbles as I went. My hands squeezed at her hips more urgently. Her hands feathered over my shoulders as she continued to allow me access to her young flesh. 

“Oh Daddy…” she interrupted, “Why did it take you so long?”

I realized then that she had been wanting my love for I’m not sure how long. She had been waiting patiently for me, trying to entice me, but I never quite caught on. The thought made my cock twitch with desire even more so now that I knew the truth of her words. I slowly stood from the chair, continuing to hold my daughter in my arms. I placed her small frame on the edge of the table, my lips never once leaving the soft curve of her neck. 

“I want you sweetheart.” I whispered in a somewhat raspy voice. I slowly lifted the cotton tee, which covered her upper body, continuing the same process with her bra and discarding them next to us. Her small breasts heaved in excitement as I gently held each one within my hand. Alex laid her back down against the cool table as I fidgeted with the zipper on my jeans.

“Please Daddy, I want you too.” I knew then that she was going to let me take her. I was so happy, filled with love and desire for this young woman. I knew that the guilt would seep in eventually, but at this point I felt nothing but right. I tugged at the jeans and boxers which constricted my throbbing cock and as it sprang free, Alexis’s eyes widened. “Daddy I’m scared.” She said concerned. 

I smiled warmly reassuring her that she and I would both be just fine, and at that moment I gently pushed into her expecting to feel her hymen, but feeling nothing but warm velvet wetness surrounding me. My head rolled back as I gasped in pleasure. Instinctively her thin legs wrapped around my waist as I slowly pumped in then out getting her used to the feel. I heard soft mewling sounds coming from my daughter below me and seeked out her lips for the very first time. Finding them I kissed her roughly, swirling the length of my tongue within her succulent mouth as our moans filled one another. My thrusts came faster as our lips tasted, nibbled, and suckled at one another. Groaning as her body held onto me, the table lightly shaking with the force of my thrusts, and the feel of her wetness surrounding me. No words were exchanged, just soft moans and grunts from myself as I pushed towards orgasm. 

“y-y-yessssssss.” She hummed as I pounded into her. In a tumble of pure lust and passion the only response I could think of was to tell her how good she felt wrapped around me. Her pussy clenched at me, the mewling sounds from my daughter urging me further into a dark red fiery pit of pleasure.

“Oh Jesus……” I grunted through clenched teeth. I held her hips, squeezing the soft flesh as my orgasm approached. With the last few moments I quickly pulled out of her and stroked my cock furiously as thick ropes of white sperm flew onto Alexis’s belly. I grunted with each spurt and as my orgasm ended, I found myself smiling. Alex gently ran her hands along the length of my back as I rested my weary mind against her chest. “Jesus.” I whispered exhausted.

A small satisfied moan escaped my daughter’s lips and I kissed her breastbone lovingly. “What have we done?” I smiled to myself as I asked her rhetorically.

“What I’ve wanted for awhile now Daddy.” She replied smiling down at me as I lay sleepily on her chest.

I grabbed the small shirt off the floor and carefully wiped the large puddle of now cooling cum on my daughter’s belly, then discarded the garment back onto the floor. Alexis sat up, her hair tossed to one side just like the night in her bedroom. This time she was no longer just my daughter. I had just made love to her. She was now a part of my being in 2 senses. I slowly stood up myself and pulled up my jeans and boxers around my ankles and left the zipper open. Alex chose to stay naked and walked upstairs to my bedroom. I knew now that she was going to be sleeping in my bedroom now and I was literally glowing with anticipation of things to come. I ran to the kitchen and turned off the light then crept up to our bedroom. Entering, I found Alexis lying on her side, her head resting on one arm as she watched me cross the room. 

“So you’ll be sleeping with me tonight huh?” I asked jokingly.

“Of course.” She replied smiling and with that her soft body covered over mine, claiming it as hers. It was hers after all. She owned me now; heart, body, and soul.



Alexis Ch. 03



Hey everyone! This chapter features very little sex. I feel like it's necessary for the development of the story though, since it's a big turning point for Alexis. 

I decided to wait posting this so I could post the next chapter as well, which gets back to all of Alexis' nasty, slutty adventures. 

So if you are really into the story, then stay with me. But if you just want to skip to the sex, I suggest you go ahead to chapter four. 

As always, write me with your thoughts! 

Xoxo,

Nikki 

*

The beginning of the next week goes by rather uneventfully. Mr. Hughes doesn't acknowledge me in class, and I'm starting to wonder if he's regretting everything we had done. My suspicions are proven wrong however on Wednesday. 

The bell rings and kids scramble to get out the door for lunch. I'm slowly gathering my things and standing up, careful not to expose the straps of my white g-string. 

"Alex, I need to see you," Mr. Hughes says. I look up at him, and he's staring at me with a stern look on his face. He motions for me to follow him with his finger, and my heart starts to race faster as I realize that he's leading me to the supplies closet. When the last student has left he room, he opens the door to the closet and we both sneak in, locking it behind us. 

Without saying anything, I drop to my knees and pull Mr. Hughes' pants and underwear down, freeing his semi-hard cock. I immediately go to work and begin sucking on him. 

"I want you to listen to me," he says. He's talking to me as though I'm not giving him head; he's all business. I moan in understanding and continue to slurp at his cock, bobbing my head up and down. 

"I know how much you like being my little slut," he says. 

"Mmm hmm," I sigh between sucks. He rubs his finger against my cheek softly. 

"I was wondering if you'd be interested in taking this a step further," he replies. I stop sucking. 

"What do you mean?" I ask. 

"Keep going," Mr. Hughes demands. I quickly slide his cock back into my mouth and get back to work. 

"I want you to be my whore. I want you to fuck me whenever I say so. I want you to fuck whoever I tell you to. You'll be dressed at all times when we're together, and we'll spend entire weekends whoring you out. In return, I'll buy you everything you need to be the perfect girl." Mr. Hughes says this all at once, and it takes a minute for me to take it all in. I'm still sucking at his cock when the weight of what he's just offered hits me. 

"What do you say?" he asks. "Is it a deal?" I nod my head and look up at his eyes. I tighten my mouth around his cock and begin sucking harder. Soon, he's shooting his load down my throat, and I swallow it all this time without much of a problem. Mr. Hughes pats my head and I stand up. He zips up his pants and exhales. 

"You know my nephew Kyle, right?" he asks me. We make our way back into his classroom and he sits down at his desk. 

Kyle is a really popular kid. He's on the football and basketball teams, and he's one of the best looking kids in the school. I've fantasized over him a number of times, but never took any of it seriously because of how out of reach he is. 

"Kyle's going to the homecoming dance this weekend alone," Mr. Hughes says. I can feel my face growing hot as my heart starts beating faster. I know what he's getting at. "He's sick of going with all of the girls here. I told him that I knew of a hot girl from Concordia that would definitely be interested in going with him," he continues. Concordia is a town about half an hour from us. 

"I can't go to the homecoming dance as a girl," I stammer. "People will recognize me. I really don't think I can pass like that just yet." Mr. Hughes laughs. 

"That's why we're going to get you everything you need to pass," he says. I stop for a second and think about the proposal. A part of me is thinking that it's too risky, that people would find out and my life would be ruined. But another part of me is telling myself to go ahead and do it. Besides, if I want to be a good slut, I'm going to have to take some risks. 

"As long as we can get everything I need, I'll do it," I say. Mr. Hughes nods his head excitedly. 

"Good! I'll tell him that Alexis is interested," he says. 

"Does he know that um…Alexis is a guy?" I ask cautiously. 

"No. But we'll cross that hurdle when it comes," Mr. Hughes replies. He pulls out his wallet and produces three one hundred dollar bills and hands them to me. "This is for you to go shopping with. I want you to get two outfits; one for the dance, and the other for the party afterwards. You should dress as slutty as possible without looking like a complete tramp. I also want you to pick up some make-up and anything else that you think you might need. I'll take care of a wig and your boobs though." I smile and quickly wrap my arms around him. 

"Thank you so much Mr. Hughes!" I say. He pulls away quickly. 

"Not here," he says, looking cautiously around him. I pull away. 

"Oh…sorry." I put the money in my pocket and turn around to leave. 

"I'll talk to you more about everything later this week," he says. I nod my head and sling my backpack over my shoulder, the taste of cum still faintly in my mouth. 

My sister walks home with me, and she's telling me about how pissed off she is that her boyfriend dumped her. I'm pretending to pay attention and act as if I'm concerned, but in reality I'm thinking about what I'm going to pick out tonight when I make my trip to the mall. 

When we get home, my mom is just walking in the door from work. 

"Hey you two. Your dad and I have bowling tonight, so you're on your own for dinner," she says. 

"It's ok, I'm going to take the bus to the mall. Jake and I are going to see a movie," I lie. She nods her head. 

"Just be careful." That's my mom. She's always worried about me as if I'm a little kid. 

The bus ride to the mall is completely uneventful. I stare out the window for almost the entire ride, fingering the three hundred dollar bills in my pocket and thinking about what I'm going to buy with it. I start to actually worry about the reaction I'm going to get from the cashiers at the stores I'm going to. Some of them are going to be girls only stores, so it might look a little strange for a teenage boy to be looking through sizes and picking out what he likes best. I figure that they'll probably just think I'm getting everything as a gift, just so long as I don't get all my things at one place. 

When I get to the mall, I find that I'm overwhelmed with excitement. I see countless teenage girls shopping and talking on their cell phones, and it actually turns me on to think that I'm essentially doing the same thing as them; picking out what I think will look the best on me for a hot date to a dance. 

My first stop is the store Wet Seal. It's a juniors and teen clothing store for girls. I decide to focus on my dance outfit first, since that will be the most expensive. 

The formal dresses are in an area towards the back of the store, where not many people are, so I have no problem walking back there and taking a look. I pretend to be a little confused, but in reality I know what I'm looking for and everything; a size four. To my surprise, none of the employees even look twice at me. They must get a lot of guys who are buying stuff for their girlfriends. 

Sorting through the rack of dresses, I start to realize that making a decision is going to be hard. It's not like I can try anything on. A red mini-dress with a pleated bottom catches my eye, but I decide not to get it since it's not really what I'm looking for. I consider buying a white, slinky little dress, but then realize that it's probably a little too slutty for a high school homecoming dance. 

After nearly fifteen minutes of looking through the dresses, my eyes drift across one that I know I just have to have. It's a light blue mini halter dress, skin tight, and fairly short, coming to what I estimate to be just a few inches below my ass. The ties for around the neck are black, and they sort of go down to form the lining on the outside of the cups of the dress, which are low cut and padded to show a good amount of cleavage. It's modern and sexy, without being too slutty looking. It's the last one of that style, so I check the size, hoping that it will fit. It's a size three. It might be a little short, but I figure that I can make it work. 

I check out the wall of panties. Everything they have there is incredibly sexy and fun. It's not like some stores, where the occasional thong or g-string is thrown in with a bunch of white cotton panties; everything here is colorful and skimpy. I decide to stock up on some underwear, since I know that I'm probably going to have enough money left over anyway. 

The panties are on sale for five for ten dollars, so I decide to get ten pairs. To go with my dress, I pick out a matching glittery blue g-string with a string back. I also get a bright red cotton g-string with black straps and a triangle back, a plain black thong, a shiny, silky purple string thong with dark purple double straps, a hot pink mesh g-string with a metal ring on the back that the straps connect to, and a light green g-string with a string back and a little star jewel that hangs on the front. On top of this, I grab three more g-strings too; a leopard one, an orange one with a metal ring on the back as well, and a teal one with pink straps and lining. I also choose two pairs of boy shorts; a white and navy blue striped pair, and a black pair with a pink glittery heart cutout right near the waist line and the word "Flirt" printed on the back in pink writing. 

I grab four bras too, since they're on sale for ten dollars a piece. I pick a lacy fuscia one with double straps, a black pushup bra, a red pushup bra, and a light blue bra with pink straps. Satisfied that I've gotten enough at this store, I take my handful of goods up to the cash register. 

The girl behind the counter is probably only a couple of years older than me, and she looks at me with a bit of a confused look on her face when I drop everything down on the counter. She doesn't say anything though, and rings everything up. I pay and leave without any incident. 

My next stop is another girly store called Deb. I decide to get my party outfit here, since their stuff tends to be a little more racy than Wet Seal. First, I pick out a pair of jeans. The pair I decide on are very, very tight. They have no back pockets, and sit really low on the waist. I find my size and continue on to the shirts. 

I end up choosing an extremely sexy and borderline slutty shirt. It's black and short sleeved with a collar, and it's extremely low cut. The chest laces up so I can pull it tighter and create more cleavage. The sleeves are really short, and stop right before my nearly non-existent bicep muscle. 

While looking through the sale stuff, I find a hot pink mini dress that's really cheap that I decide to buy. I also get an extremely tiny denim skirt, a pair of skin tight black capris, and a green tank top with black stars on it. 

Next, I decide to check out Hot Topic. They sometimes have some stripper gear, and I think it'd be nice to have for future occasions, just in case. The first thing that catches my eye is right when I walk into the store. It's a black bustier with fuscia straps and cups. The middle of it laces up in black near the cups, and the lace crisscrosses across the middle, which is also fuscia. Black garter straps are attached to it as well. It's incredibly sexy, and I can't help but grab it. 

Against one of the back walls, I discover a huge assortment of extremely slutty clothes; stuff that would be considered stripper clothes. Since I have plenty of money left and I figure that Mr. Hughes would be happy to know that I bought everything I could, I decide to keep on shopping. 

I've always fantasized about dressing up like a naughty schoolgirl, so I find a plaid pleated mini skirt and a white blouse. I also pick out a white and light pink ruffled micro skirt. It's so short that it won't even cover my ass; I'm sure of it. A matching bra top comes with it. There's an extremely slinky red halter dress that is obscenely short, and it's the last one in my size, so I figure I can't pass that up either. I also pick out a purple lacey teddy with garter straps, a black garter belt, and another bustier; this one is red with black cups and trim. 

I discover a rack of stockings, and grab as many as I think I can afford. I pick a fuscia pair of fence hole fishnets-which are the ones with the large holes in them-to go with the bustier, a pair of red fence hole fishnets, and a black and silver glittery pair of fence hole fishnets. I also grab just a plain black pair of regular fishnets, and a red pair and a black pair of sheer, lacy stockings. I pick out a pair of knee high striped socks to go with the schoolgirl outfit too. 

After I pay for everything, I still have just over one hundred dollars left. It's time to pick out some shoes. I decide on a pair of four inch, black, lace up spiked heels with shiny silver jewels on the straps to go with my dress, a pair of regular black heels, and a pair of black faux leather boots that come up to my shins. 

With just enough money left, I end up buying my own make-up bag, along with a large supply of make-up. I also grab a bottle of sexy smelling perfume and some pink, glittery nail polish. 

I only have ten dollars left. It suddenly dawns on me that it might look a bit suspicious if I come into my house with an armful of bags from girl stores, so I spend the last of my money on a large duffel bag to put everything in. 

I didn't know it at the time, but my shopping trip had served as the starting point to my true transformation into a nearly full time slut…



Alexis Ch. 04



Our lives had merged. When I woke up beside Alexis that following morning, I felt as if my world had crushed with hers, leaving us both swimming in each other. I still can't believe what we had done, but I'm happy. I've honestly never remembered myself being this happy even with Veronica. The weeks passed by us both and when Alex and I met at the end of our days, we made love into the night. We didn't much talk about the consequences of our actions, to be honest, we avoided it as best we could. And we seemed to be okay with that at the moment.

I felt like I was in love; like a teenager again. Alexis was handling our new found transition with ease. She went to school, went to cheerleading, and hung out with friends when she felt like it. And when she arrived home, she waited for me or did her normal thing- whichever she felt. I continued to go to work, work on my cases, though I found with much reflection that I didn't stay late anymore. I went in at seven and left promptly at five. And if my colleagues had noticed, they didn't let on. They were still giving me the sympathy trip over my impending divorce.

I was constantly debating with Veronica over belongings. And though I know Alexis wanted her mother to get nothing, I felt that if anything, her mother at least deserved a roof over her head. I refused to let her have the cottage. And when I had the conversation with her, I thought she was going to have another one of her many hissy fits.

"There's no way in hell I'm giving you the cottage!" I roared on the phone. I ran a hand through my hair as I paced the kitchen.

"Well you better be prepared to fight my lawyer then because I want it! Jack and I want to spend time out there this summer and I deserve at least that enjoyment after so many years with you!" Veronica retorted. 

How on earth could she even mention that bastards name? And to make memories with him when our daughter was the reason I had bought it! Fuck her. Plain and simple, over my dead body!

When I had finally gotten off the phone with her, I was livid. Sitting at my desk, barely able to concentrate on anything other than the heat in my face, I sat there sulking. Alexis could tell I was incredibly unhappy.

"Everything okay Dad?" she asked as she entered the office.

I barely even looked up, "Yeah baby, I'm just fine."

"Ah I know what it is, another lovely conversation with Mom." She took a seat in my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and giving her best 'I'm sorry, but not really that sorry' look. I didn't even care to answer. She must've heard my voice booming along the hallway. I looked up at her smiling slightly. It was good to have her sitting here with me. My penis was beginning to throb lightly in my slacks in response to how familiar her young body was.

"I know what I can do to cheer you up." she said suggestively. With that she stood, leaving me staring up at her questioningly. "Come on.", she added, grabbing at my hand and pulling me to my feet.

She led me down our hallway and down the stairs. My curiosity was getting to me, but I said nothing. When we arrived at the door to our basement, I smiled. We headed down the stairs. The basement was dark, but for small flickers of light casting illumination along the walls. When we arrived at the bottom, Alex sat me on one of our workout benches. Candles were placed sporadically on other pieces of equipment and on the nearby desk in the corner.

"What's all this?" I asked, looking at her standing before me.

"You know. This is where everything started." she replied to me smiling.

"You planned this?" I couldn't help but grin at her. My excitement was building and to be honest, I thought it was incredibly sexy that she would do something like this.

Alex nodded in my direction as her hands came up to her buttoned down shirt. Gently she unbuttoned the first pearl button and then the second. I watched her face as she looked quietly down at me.

"Baby let me." I told her sweetly, grabbing at her hands and replacing hers in the line of buttons remaining to be undone. I finished the task, now pushing the garment off her shoulders. 

A small basic white bra was my next task and I knew she'd let me take it off her without protest. Once I had that done I stood up. I towered over her small frame as I held her chin up towards my lips.

"God sweetheart, how'd I get to be so lucky?" I asked her. Without waiting I kissed her, immediately opening the kiss further. Her mouth tasted sweet and tangy. Delicious and at the same time all her. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs around my waist. Bare breasts crushed against my dress shirt. The feel of her hardened nipples dragging along the fabric was the only thing I could concentrate on. Moaning into her mouth, I was eager to get undressed. 

Alex must've guessed how worked up I was. My hardon rubbed insistently against her soft skirt and my heart was beating in my ears. I set her onto the ground once more and had her sit on the bench as I undid my shirt. Alex grabbed at my belt, and successful in undoing it, continued onto my zipper. I shrugged out of my shirt and kicked my shoes off. Looking down at Alex as she pulled my pants down around my ankles, my cock pointing in her direction eagerly. I smiled. 

Her skirt was bunched at her hips as she sat with her legs spread. Her white panties shone in the darkness of the room. I had been asking her to masturbate for me for two whole weeks, but to her embarassment, she wouldn't yet. I looked into her eyes as she pulled my briefs down to my ankles. I knelt slowly in front of her naked and eager for her touch. I thought about asking her now to touch herself, but I held off. 

"Sit forward honey." I told her, intending to pull her panties off. She hesitated briefly as I grabbed at the waistband.

"No, leave them on." she replied innocently.

I gave her a questioning look, but relented and focused on removing her small skirt. She afforded me that pleasure as the candlelight flickered over her nearly naked form. She was gorgeous. Lightly browned skin with goosebumps fluttering over her arms. She was sexy and innocent and beautiful.

When I stood back up, I was beginning to get impatient. I urged her to stand as well and kissed her mouth eagerly. Moaning into my mouth, her hands found the softness of my hair and she ran her fingertips through it. I broke the kiss, I was ready to fuck and she knew it by my breathing. 

"Turn around." I told her and she complied.

As I pushed onto her back, her waist began to bend and she reached for the bench seat. She knew exactly what I was thinking.

"Mmmgh, Daddy.. please." she said in all but a whisper. 

Her bent over like that with the white of her panties practically glowing in the darkness, I couldn't help myself. She knew that. I stroked my cock gently as I pulled at the back of her panties. They slid downwards and rested at the curve of her asscheeks. She spread her legs slightly, as I moved up behind her. I was practically panting with excitement as my cock found its entry and I pushed into the warm wet crevice of her pussy. Heat engulfed us both and we let out simultaneous groans. I held her hips gently as I rocked against her. 

Her mewling sounds were music to my ears. Her back lightly arched and her head down in pleasure. I rocked as I pulled gently out then in again. Her pussy was incredibly tight, and as it suctioned my cock with each thrust, I bent over her, kissing her neck. As things began to get animalistic, we knew we would both be reaching orgasm soon.

" Mmmgh Daddy..... mmmgh.." 
I couldn't say anything intelligent either as I grunted and moaned against her. My balls slapped loudly against her and my thighs pressed against the softness of hers. My stomache rubbed against the small of her back as I hunched over her.

"Baby I'm going to come soon." I warned her. I could feel it building. Here I was fucking my daughter. Going at her like an animal, her body molding against mine and accepting everything I had to give her. No one knew about it and no one guessed it. It was pure pleasure.

I reflected that my desire had finally come true. I wondered how long it would last. Would it last forever? It couldn't, could it? Alex would be leaving for college in five months. I couldn't think about that now... I was enjoying her too much.

With my last thought I felt the last of my strength leave me as I grabbed her hips roughly and fucked her in more earnest. As the flow of my sperm entered her beautiful pussy, I heard her scream in delight. I couldn't help myself and I couldn't control myself. My cock was buried to the hilt as my orgasm subsided and her pussy continued to spasm lightly along my shaft. 

We cleaned up shortly thereafter as we smiled like two kids. I kissed her gently, running my hand along her bottom. The last thing I said was "I love you baby."

Later that evening, Alex went to a movie with a girlfriend of hers as I watched some television. I was supposed to be meeting with Veronica and her lawyer tomorrow to discuss some things. I wasn't excited about the thought, but I had to. I wanted this whole thing over with.

When I went to bed at 11:30, I was exhausted. Alex came in shortly thereafter, slipping quietly under the covers beside me and kissing my neck and jaw gently. I sleepily responded to her soft kisses as I rolled over towards her.

"Hi baby..." I said sleepily.

"Mmmgh, hi Daddy." she replied, letting her hands gently run over the thick hair on my chest. Her kissing moved along my bristled jaw and to the corner of my mouth.

"How was the... mmm... movie?" I asked only half caring.

" Mmmgh, good. It was funny." she replied as her naked form slid over on top of mine. My cock nestled between her spread labia. She was wet and sliding lightly back and forth. My eyes tried to refocus from sleep as I reached up to her, pulling her face down to mine as I kissed her.

She grabbed at my hardened shaft and lifted slowly. My cock entered her gently. It was a slow and gentle fuck. Afterwards, we both fell asleep together.

The next morning I awoke to Alex blowing me from below the covers. Her warm mouth suckled slowly as I reached full hardness. It wasn't long before I came. What a wonderful morning. I could get used to this kind of treatment. My mind was still trying to deal with the idea that I was having a relationship with my daughter. Though my mind couldn't quite comprehend the seriousness of what was going on. I dismissed my thoughts for the moment as I prepared for my meeting with Veronica and her lawyer.

Dressed in a suit, I met my lawyer John at the office. Veronica was there and looking as good as ever. I quickly dismissed her. The face that I had once fell in love with everytime I saw it, now only breeded resentment. I felt my pulse quicken in anger as Jack sat next to her, smiling eagerly in her direction. My blood boiled, but I said nothing. John touched my arm in warning. I bit my tongue as I sat across from them.

"Well we all know why we're here." John began. I sat quietly, keeping my hands in my lap for fear they might reach across the table and strangle both Veronica and that sonofabitch she was sitting next to.

"Yes well, we can't seem to come to a decent compromise over the ownership of the couple's properties." 

"You aren't getting it." I mumbled, loud enough for both Veronica and the others to hear.

"You sonofabitch!" Veronica wailed standing up. Jack stood with her, holding her arm as she stared me down. 

I didn't even flinch or stand. "If you think you're getting the cottage that I bought for OUR daughter, you can think again! I'm not giving you it so you can fuck your beloved boyfriend in our summer home!" I seethed as I sat cross armed.

Veronica looked shocked and so did Jack. John stood, interrupting before an all out war erupted.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's discuss this like adults please. Mrs. Rowan, the property is in your husband's name. Maybe we can come to some sort of compromise."

"No, I want it and that's it. He can have the god damn house! That's at least a four hundred thousand dollar property, he could sell it and make twice that." Veronica sounded like a little child who wasn't getting her way. I smiled inwardly as I watched her.

John tried to talk to her, but she would have none of it. 

"No!," Veronica all but yelled. "I raised our child and I've done all the work! I worked and took care of our daughter! I'll file for custody! "

I stood then, my anger overwhelming me. I could feel my face burning and I must've had smoke brimming from my ears... "You so much as file for custody and I'll have you charged with abandonment so fast, it'll make your head spin! And don't you dare talk to me about raising OUR daughter! I've been there for her since you left to fuck Mr. Wonderful over there. Don't test me Veronica, you won't have a god damn pot to piss in once I get done with you!!" 

My voice roared above both lawyers as they tried to calm us. Veronica's face turned red and her eyes looked shocked as she looked at Jack and then her lawyer. Jack looked at me.

"You sonofabitch." he said looking directly into my eyes.

"Yeah? What are you even doing here Jack? This has nothing to do with you. John, Jack doesn't have any right to be in this room with us does he?" I asked smiling and looking at John.

John agreed, "No he has no interests legally in this matter. Mr. Roberts, would you please wait outside until we have finished our business in here?"

Jack look disgusted as Veronica looked defeated. He stormed out of the room.

I sat pleased with myself. John continued with the discussion.

"We need to find a solution here." John said.

I stood, I'd end this nightmare right now.

"I'll give Veronica the house if I can have the cottage and she signs over custody." I said looking at Veronica.

Veronica looked shocked but not displeased. She bent over to her lawyer, speaking into his ear. Her lawyer looked up. "Mrs. Rowan has agreed. We'll get the papers together."

I was relieved, but also slightly displeased. After everything she's done to our family, she didn't deserve anything. I was going to have to tell Alex when I got home. We were moving within the next couple months. We'd make it work and she'll be done with school in two months. I was excited, but at the same time worried about her reaction.

I drove home, planning how to break the potentially good or potentially bad news. I decided I'd just tell her flat out, and gauge her reaction. Hopefully she'd give me an honest response.

When I got home, Alex was in her bedroom, talking to Jamie about the cheerleading routine for the final football game. I knocked on her door as I entered. She told Jamie she had to go and as she hung up, she stood up and greated me with a warm kiss on the mouth.

"Hi Daddy, how'd it go? You didn't let her get anything did you?" she asked hopeful.

I grabbed her arm and sat her down next to me on the bed. "Well baby, yes and no, depending on how you look at it." 

"What happened?" 

I let out a sigh, "Well baby, after all the shouting and a couple of threats on both our parts, your mother is getting the house and we are moving to the cottage. "

Alexis gasped, slightly shocked. I sat and looked at her as she processed it.

"That's not all baby." I added. I stayed silent for a few seconds. "You are also staying with me, I have full custody of you."

I gave her a hug as a small little peep came from her, but nothing more. I saw neither tears, nor an honest saddened reaction from her. I think she was shocked that things had turned out as they had.

"When are we moving?" she asked as she pulled away. Her eyes looked worried. "Will I be staying till I graduate in June?"

June was only a month and a half away. It would probably take that long to process some of the papers, as well as for us to get packed.

"Yes baby, this won't be finalized until after you graduate. We'll be here till then." I replied.

"Oh Dad, I'm so sorry Mom is such a bitch." Alex pulled me into a hug, pressing her full body against me. I shut my eyes as I held her.

"I know honey, things will be just fine though. We have each other and you won't have to move to a new school to graduate. We're only forty minutes away from here, you can come back whenever you want to visit friends, or even Mom."

Alex make a displeased look and I chuckled. "Well, you can do whatever you want to do. You love the cottage don't you?" 

"Yeah, I mean we haven't been up there since last summer, and I mean its right on the water. It'll be really nice having a permanent place up there." she replied.

"Yeah baby, and you can invite your friends up for swimming or a little get together if you want. They'd have a great time." I suggested.

"Yeah, I think I'm just a little shocked Dad. But I know its going to be really great." Alex said as she hugged me.

"I really hope you are happy baby. I love you so much. I don't want you to be unhappy or displeased with me ever."

"Awww Daddy," Alex smiled as she kissed my cheek. " I could never be unhappy with you." She spread her hands over my shoulders as she looked at me.

I leaned in and kissed her gently. Her body instantly responded and so did mine. As she relaxed backwards onto her bed, I let my body rest alongside hers. My hand slid upwards under her tank top to find a small breast. I gently rubbed its form, holding it in my hand as my tongue tickled along her teeth. She moaned into my mouth and her back arched upwards to my hand. I slid my hand down to the buttons of her jean shorts, easily undoing them. My hand found the soft cotton of her panties and I rubbed the outside of her panties covering her mound. My mouth found her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her neck and I kissed every part of her I could. She gently wiggled against my hand as I felt her heat radiating against my palm. 

"Let's take your shorts off." I suggested, sitting upright. I knelt on the floor between her knees as I pulled her shorts off and threw them over my head. Alex giggled at me. I let my hands run up along her warm bare thighs. She looked down at me knelt before her.

"Mmm, come up here." she said leaning back fully onto the bed expecting me to follow her.

I didn't though. My hands rubbed at her soft legs, fingertips touching the band of her panties. I watched her pussy as she wiggled in excitement. 

"God you are so beautiful Alex." I said more to myself than to her. She didn't respond as my hands curled in her waistband and pulled at the thin fabric. Her pussy became increasingly visible until the white undies were hanging off of one thin ankle. Her pussy lay tucked away. Her lips swollen, and her clit barely peeking through her delicate folds. She looked so innocent laying there, I almost didn't want to touch her. But I knew I wouldn't be able to help myself.

I grabbed at her legs, spreading them gently open. Alex raised her hands over her head knowing just what I had in store. I adjusted my knees on the carpeted floor and leaned forward as I breathed in her delicious scent. The pinkness of her pussy glittered with moisture. Her lips spread open and her opening was begging to be tasted and probed. I fully kissed her opening, letting my tongue snake out to lick her warm gash. She tasted delicious, beautiful and intoxicating. I suckled her outer lips, first one then the other. And as my tongue explored from her hardened bud to the tightness of her ass, she squealed in delight...

In no time I had her panting for release. My cock was hardened and twitching, but I didn't care. I wanted to make my baby cum. My tongue went into overtime as I lapped at her opening and suckled her clit. Her body quivered as she grabbed at my head and pulled me into her. Without warning she came, quietly as her legs tightened and her body trembled. It was wonderful and I smiled as her body calmed. Looking up from between her legs as she sat upright to look down. I smiled as her juices stay smeared all over my mouth and chin.




Alexis Ch. 04



Thanks again for the comments and dirty messages! Keep them cumming! Also, if there's anyone out there near Michigan, be sure to get in touch. I'm always up to meeting new people! 

With that being said, here's the latest chapter in Alexis' journey to becoming a whore. 

*

Thursday rolls around, and Mr. Hughes tells me to stay after class. As usual, he walks into the supply closet when all of the students have left, and I diligently follow him. I suck his cock for a little bit, and then he says that he wants to fuck me. I nod my head and stand up, looking him in the eyes. He drops my pants and thong-the hot pink one-to my knees. 

Mr. Hughes spits in his hand and wipes it against my asshole. He does the same for his cock. I bend over one of the counters and look back at him. Without any warning, he grabs my hips and slides himself into me. I can tell that he's very horny, and isn't thinking about how I'm not used to getting fucked on a regular basis. He's going to town on me, slamming into my rectum with full force. I meet his thrusts, bouncing my ass off of his abdomen with each pump he makes. 

It only takes about five minutes of this, and I can feel the wet warmth of Mr. Hughes' seed spurting inside of my ass. He gasps, trying not to moan. I can feel his dick twitching inside of me as it deposits the last of his cum. He pulls his softening cock out with a slick "popping" noise and immediately zips up his pants. I look over my shoulder at him and smile, pulling my thong and jeans back up. 

"Thanks," Mr. Hughes says, out of breath. 

"Any time," I reply, giving him a little wink. We walk back into the classroom and he sits down at his desk. 

"Did you get everything for this weekend?" he asks. I nod my head, excited to tell him about everything I got. He's happy that I picked out not only stuff for the dance, but for future occasions as well. 

"Well, meet me at my house tomorrow after school. I have a friend who's going to help us get you ready for tomorrow night," Mr. Hughes says. 

"A friend?" I ask. 

"Don't worry about it. Just be at my place," he replies. I nod my head. 

In my next class, my teacher is lecturing on Thomas Jefferson, but all I can think about is the cum that is leaking out of my wet asshole and into my thong. When the bell rings, I stand up, and I can feel a bit of it run down my leg. When I walk, my asshole feels wet and open. I don't bother cleaning up, and stay like this for the rest of the day. 

After school on Friday, I have my friend Todd drop me off at the library, which is just a few blocks away from Mr. Hughes' house. I've packed everything that I think I'll need for the dance; make-up, clothes, and my heels. 

As I walk up to Mr. Hughes' house, I find that I'm actually really nervous. I almost consider calling everything off, thinking about what would happen if my classmates found out that the hottie at the dance with the most popular kid in the school is actually me. I stop walking when I reach his porch and think about it for a moment. I have trust in Mr. Hughes, and he did say that he was taking me to someone who was going to transform me. Taking a deep breath, I raise my hand and knock on his door. Almost instantly, he opens it and walks out, shutting it quickly behind him. 

"My wife thinks it's game night tonight, so she can't see you," he says rather quietly. We quickly get in his car and pull out of the driveway. 

"So where are we going?" I ask. 

"Did you bring everything?" Mr. Hughes asks, ignoring my question. 

"Yeah but…" 

"We're going across town to a friend's place," he says. I nod my head and decide not to answer any more questions. 

After we had been riding for about ten minutes, I notice that Mr. Hughes is readjusting his cock in his jeans. When I look down at it, I realize that he's a little hard. Feeling bold, and realizing that I'm going to have to take on this demeanor if I want to pull tonight off, I put my hand on his thigh. He looks over at me. 

"Let me help you out," I say softly, my hand slowly working it's way up his leg until it's resting on his cock. I rub it through his jeans, tracing my fingers up from the base of it until I feel the head. I can feel him getting harder, and I unbutton his pants and lean over to lightly bite his earlobe. Mr. Hughes' breathing is getting heavier, and he lifts his ass up to help me pull his pants down to his knees. 

Mr. Hughes' cock is rock hard, pointing straight up at the roof of his car. I lower my head and wrap my lips around him, sliding my mouth down all the way to the base of his cock. I resist gagging, a result of all of the practice I've been getting lately. 

I don't even care if anyone sees what I'm doing. My main focus is to please my man, and I plan on doing so before we get to wherever it is we're going. 

I deep throat Mr. Hughes for a while, struggling to breath through my nose. Spit is overflowing from my mouth and making his balls shimmer. He rests his hand on my head and lightly pushes it down with each stroke I make, softly pushing his cock against the back of my throat. 

"Lick my balls and jack me off," he says, staring straight ahead at traffic. I nod my head and trace my tongue across his hairless balls. They smell of sweat and must, but the scent only turns me on more and makes me work harder. I lift his balls up and lick underneath them. My hand is working at his spit covered cock, jacking him off as I would myself. 

"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum," he moans. I quickly put my lips around the head of his cock and jack him off into my mouth, using my fist like an extension of my throat. Before long, I can feel his first spurt of cum shoot against the back of my throat. Another huge strand of cum hits the inside of my cheek, and I struggle to swallow it all before it leaks back out. I tighten my lips around his head and work the last few drops of his cum out with my fist, sucking him dry. 

I sit up and look over. A middle-aged woman is driving a mini van in the lane next to us, talking on a cell phone. She looks over at me, and her expression of apathy quickly turns to one of confusion, and then disgust. I reach up and realize that there's a strand of cum hanging from the corner of my mouth. Embarrassed, I decide to play it off, and I smile at her and lick it off with the tip of my tongue. Doing this makes me feel really dirty. It makes my heart beat fast and my crotch flutter. The woman shakes her head and pulls into a McDonalds, clearly to get away from us. 

"That was the best head yet," Mr. Hughes says. "I want to hear from my nephew that the head you gave him was as good as that." 

We pull into the driveway of a small, one story house a few minutes later. I grab my backpack and follow Mr. Hughes to the door. 

A woman answers, and her face lights up upon seeing us. She's pretty, probably in her mid thirties, with shoulder length black hair and a set of really nice tits for such a skinny body. She's wearing a red bustier, with a red g-string and garter belt with matching stockings. 

"Hey guys!" she says. Her voice is warm and inviting, and we both walk inside. She shuts the door behind us. 

"Is this the soon to be whore?" she asks, smiling at me. 

"Yes it is," Mr. Hughes replies, giving me a light slap on the ass. 

"You're gonna make a good one," the lady says, eyeing me up and down. "By the way, I'm Jenna." 

"Alexis," I say, smiling at her. 

"Well let's get to work! You have a big night tonight!" Jenna says. "Now. The first thing I need to know is how far you're willing to go with this." 

I pause for a second and look over at Mr. Hughes. He looks at me. 

"You don't need to do anything you don't want to," he says. It makes me feel more comfortable, and as if I'm really in charge in this situation. 

"As long as people can't see it when I'm not Alexis, then I'm fine," I say. Jenna's smile gets bigger. 

"That's great! That gives me a lot to work with!" she says. "Ok. John, you leave us girls alone. There's drinks up by the bar and porn by the TV. As a matter of fact, bring us a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine." We walk into the house and into the living room. 

"What the hell do you think this is?" John asks jokingly. He leaves the room and returns a few minutes later with out wine. 

"Now shoo!" Jenna says playfully. John slaps her ass and smiles at her flirtatiously. Jenna pours us each a glass of wine and turns and looks at me. 

"Ok…the first thing you need to do is get naked, we're going to draw you a bath." I nod my head and take a large gulp of wine. Jenna will be the first person I've been naked with other than John, but the wine helps calm me down, and I have my first glass finished before I even take anything off. Jenna immediately pours me another glass as I take off my clothes. 

"Wow. You have the body of a woman," she says. I smile self-consciously. "No! I'm serious!" she replies, sensing my doubts. 

"Well thank you," I say. I'm definitely beginning to become more relaxed, a combination of the wine and Jenna's warm heart. 

In the bathroom, the Jacuzzi style bathtub is already filling up. I step into the hot water and slide down into the tub. I sigh deeply and shut my eyes. The warm bath feels great, and sooths my senses even more. I find myself actually looking forward to tonight. For the first time in a very, very long time, I feel as if I'm doing what I've always wanted to do. I feel real, and I love it. 

"You wash up and shave. Take your time. I'm going to go get your make-up ready," Jenna says. 

I begin to wash myself with the pink lufa. I use a sweet pea body wash and make sure to wash everywhere extra good so as to smell girly for tonight. I shave everywhere, and leave just a small strip of fuzz above my "clit" in a "landing strip" style. As I'm rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, Jenna walks into the bathroom. 

"It smells girly in here!" she says. I smile at her. "Oh and he wants to see you before we do your hair and make-up. I think he wanted to talk to you about something." I nod my head and wrap a towel around me. 

"I'll finish getting everything ready, but don't let him keep you for too long. We have a lot we need to do still," Jenna says as I head for the living room. 

To my surprise, Mr. Hughes is sitting on the couch, completely naked. His cock is rock hard, and he's looking at me with lust in his eyes, a coy grin on his face. 

"Hi," I whisper. I feel slightly self-conscious, since this is the first time Mr. Hughes has seen me not dressed and without my hair or make-up done. It doesn't seem to matter much to him, judging from the size of his massive erection. He motions for me to come to him with his finger. 

"I want to see how you're going to treat my nephew tonight," he says. 

I smile slightly at him and let the towel drop to the floor, exposing my smooth, curvy body. Slowly and sexily I approach Mr. Hughes. I kneel down next to him on the couch and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his face close to mind. I part his lips slightly with my tongue and breath softly into him. Slowly, I brush my tongue against his, licking against his lips before I plunge deep into his mouth, wrapping my fingers through his hair and grinding my mouth into his. 

Mr. Hughes raises his hand to my lips and forcefully shoves two fingers into my mouth. He begins to kiss and nibble at my collarbone, and with the slutty feeling that comes with sucking on his fingers, I find that I'm starting to get hard. He lowers the wet fingers to my ass cheeks, and I lift my ass up and tilt it out as he's kissing me to give him easier access. He fingers my hole roughly with his spit covered fingers, lubing it up and skipping past all of the bullshit. He removes his fingers from my pussy and I gasp. Mr. Hughes forcefully shoves them back into my mouth, causing me to gag a little. I lap at his spit and ass juice covered fingers enthusiastically before he lowers them yet again to my ass and fingers me some more. 

When he feels that I'm wet enough, which only takes about thirty seconds, he grabs my hips and roughly pulls me up facing him on his lap, spreading my legs on either side of him so that I'm kneeling on the couch. I know just what to do, so I spit in my hand and rub it into his cock. Grabbing the base of it, I lift my ass up over him and guide it to my spit-covered asshole. 

I lower myself onto his cock without hesitation, and he slides into me easily. The scarce lube of the spit makes my hole burn as Mr. Hughes slams his cock into me, but it only causes me to feel even more like a slut who's used all too often.  

Mr. Hughes is grabbing at my smooth, soft skin with one hand and pulling my wet hair as I kiss him. I'm sitting on him with all my weight, grinding my puckered hole against his huge, throbbing cock. I pull Mr. Hughes' head close to me and breathe into his ear. 

"Mmmm," I coo softly. "I want to feel your fucking cum in me." It's just then that I notice Mr. Hughes looking over my shoulder at something. I turn around to see Jenna. She's standing in the entrance to the living room, her red g-string down around her ankles. 

"Can I join in?" she asks. I nod my head. 

"Get your ass over here and make this slut eat your cunt," Mr. Hughes says. He suddenly throws me off of his cock, which slides out of me with a popping noise. I'm forced onto my stomach, and Mr. Hughes grabs my hips and pulls my ass up into the air. I perk it out for him, and I hear him spit as I feel something wet and warm against my gaping asshole. He's standing on his knees behind me, and he grabs my hips and pulls my ass onto his cock. He starts pounding away without even starting slow, causing me to cry out in pain. 

Jenna walks over the couch and tosses a pillow in front of my face. She lays down on the couch, resting her back against the armrest, and she props her ass up on the pillow, causing me to come face to face with her bald, noticeably wet pussy. 

"Don't just stare at it honey, eat it," she says. With that, Jenna grabs me by my hair and shoves my face into her cunt. I work my tongue on her slit, using some of the experience I had gained through ex-girlfriends and one or two one night stands. My tongue slowly works its way to her clit, which I flick at delicately. Jenna is letting out short, quiet gasps as I begin to suck at her clit more violently, popping it in and out of my mouth and digging at it with the tip of my tongue. 

All this while, I had been so in to giving Jenna good head and had become so loose from the proper pounding I was receiving, I had nearly forgotten that Mr. Hughes was still fucking me. I clench my ass tightly around his cock, and I can tell experience as he twitches his dick and starts breathing shorter, quicker breaths that he's about to cum. I squeeze my boy pussy around him tighter while I lap away at Jenna's sopping wet cunt.

"I'm gonna cum," Mr. Hughes shouts.  "Me too!" Jenna cries out. She tightens her thighs around my head and pushes my face so hard into her that I'm afraid I'm going to suffocate. I'm basically at her mercy now. She's using my head as a toy to get her off, and I'm loving ever second of it. 

The cock using my asshole shoots a warm strand of cum into my hole, pumping into me without remorse. It unleashes gob after gob of sperm deep into me. Mr. Hughes is calling me a fucking filthy slut and a no good bitch as he pulls me onto him as hard as he can, something that causes me to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He pulls his cock from me quickly and I can hear a farting noise and feel the warmth of some of his warm cum dribbling down the back of my leg. 

Jenna lets out a yelp as her pussy muscles tighten around my face. I taste something salty and wet in my mouth, and it's not too long before I realize that she's cumming on my face. Her cunt juice glistens on my chin and lips as I pull my head from between her legs. I start to get out of the doggy style position to sit down, but Jenna looks at me and smiles, lightly pushing me back down into the position. 

Kneeling down behind me, Jenna suddenly buries her face into my gaping wet asshole as if her life depends on it. She's sucking on it, forcing her tongue past my ring and into my pussy to suck the cum out. I push my asshole and feel some of it slurp out with a farting noise and into Jenna's mouth. 

To my complete disgust-and delight-Jenna comes back around to face me with her mouth held slightly open. She slowly brings her lips to mine, and we embrace in a French kiss as she spits the warm cum that had just been in my asshole into my mouth. I swallow what I can of it, but some of it starts to run down my chin. Jenna collects it with her finger and slides it into my mouth. I'm breathing heavily, incredibly hard, and insanely hot from what I had just done. 

"Let's go get you ready sweetheart," Jenna whispers, looking into my eyes. She smiles at me and grabs my hand. 

"You girls hurry up, my nephew's going to be here soon," Mr. Hughes says. I kiss him on the cheek as Jenna and I head to her bedroom. 

I sit down at Jenna's vanity, my ass still sore from the proper fucking I had just received. She walks into the room after me, holding an incredibly realistic wig. It's brown with blonde streaked highlights, bangs swept to the side, and the length of the hair comes to about my shoulders. My heart begins beating faster when I see it. 

"I thought this one would fit you well," Jenna says. She walks up behind me and I watch in the mirror as she puts the wig over my hair, working it into place. My jaw drops. Already, even without make-up, I'm amazed at how much of a difference the wig makes. With my curvy body and my girly mannerisms, it only adds to the illusion. 

"What do you think of it?" Jenna asks me. 

"I love it!" I reply. Jenna pins it down to make sure that it stays put and gives it several hard tugs to ensure that it won't budge. 

"So, do you think we should go with something a little slutty for your make-up, or more casual?" Jenna asks. I think about this for a moment. I don't want to come off as being a complete whore, but I do want to get across my slight sluttyness. 

"Ummm…slutty but not too slutty. Does that make sense?" 

"I think I have an idea. If you don't like it, just tell me," Jenna replies. She swings my chair around and sits down in front of me, digging into her make-up bag. 

Jenna first applies a cream base foundation that's slightly darker than my skin tone, but not by much. It gives my skin a tan, shimmering look and covers up any imperfections on my face. Next, she teases my eyelashes out with mascara. They become much longer than what they were before, and already I'm starting to develop a much more naughty look. 

Eyeliner comes next, and Jenna and I pick a light blue color to match my dress. She applies it generously to both my upper and lower lids. After that, she uses a black base for eye-shadow, and then goes over it with a lighter blue eye-shadow with glitter in it. The result is a thick, sultry look to my eyes that just screams that I want to get fucked. 

Finally, Jenna has me use a very subtle, light pink lipstick before coating it heavily with lip-gloss. She also does my toenail polish while I do my fingers. I decided on a clear, glitter polish to use. 

She swings me around and I finally look at myself in the mirror. At first, I can hardly believe that it's really me. The girl looking back at me in the mirror is gorgeous. She's edgy and sexy, while at the same time maintaining the ability to present her innocence and grace. 

"Well? What do you think?" Jenna asks me. I turn around and smile at her. 

"I love it!" I reply, throwing my arms around her. She returns the hug, laughing. 

"I just knew that you'd make a beautiful little girl!" she says. "Now let's get you dressed!" 




Alexis Ch. 04



My dress, underwear, and shoes are already sitting on Jenna's bed, and I approach them to put them on. 

"Hold on sweetie! Aren't you forgetting something?" she asks. I pause and look at her, trying to think. Jenna points at my chest. 

"You're not in seventh grade!" she says, giggling. Slightly embarrassed, I feel myself beginning to blush as I reach for a box of tissues to form my breasts with. 

"No no no. Honey, stuffing your bra with tissue isn't going to cut it tonight. You're going to be around lots of people." With that, Jenna holds up two large silicone breast forms, complete with small, pink nipples. My jaw drops. I wasn't expecting to go all out! 

"Oh my gosh!" I squeal. Jenna smiles and hands me the forms. They are a size 34B; anything bigger would look unnatural on my body frame. 

We apply tape to my chest and breast forms, and Jenna carefully places them over my chest, making sure that they are symmetrical and in the proper place. Almost instantly, I feel a slight weight on my chest, something that I'm not used to. Suddenly, I'm aware that my chest is sticking out-I now have tits. 

Jenna uses a foundation that matches my skin tone and brushes it onto my chest to blend in with the forms, covering up any signs that they aren't my natural breasts. As she's doing this, I'm checking myself out in the mirror, making different girly faces to myself and becoming completely lost in my new identity. 

"Ok hun, there's just one more thing we need to do." Without any warning, Jenna grabs my entire tiny package-balls and all-in her hand and forces it back. She spreads my ass cheeks apart and slips my balls and dick in between them. Then, while I hold everything in place, Jenna uses a very strong tape to keep everything tucked back. When I walk, it tugs a little and is somewhat uncomfortable, but it's something that I know I'm just going to have to deal with. 

"There! Now try your panties on," she says. 

The g-string I had brought was one that I had specifically picked out for the dance. It's a sky blue color with a silky material and shimmering glitter, and it has a string back. My tiny little package is covered perfectly by the scarce cotton crotch of the g-string. I make sure that everything is in place and straighten the straps. 

Next, Jenna helps me step into the blue halter dress I had gotten. I pull it up, adjusting my new tits to fit into the built in cups before pulling the halter straps over my head and behind my neck. Smoothing the dress out with my hands I model it to myself in the mirror. It's skintight on me, and the cups are low cut, creating a good amount of cleavage. The back of the dress falls just a few inches below my ass, and if I were to bend over, someone would definitely get a good view. 

I slip my feet into my black four-inch spike heels, which have shiny jewels on the straps. This makes me look taller and my legs longer, but I have to practice walking in them with Jenna for a while before I'm finally confident. 

"When you dance, feel free to take your shoes off and leave them at your table. That's what a lot of girls do anyway," she says. I nod my head. 

Finally, she hands me a black little Dolce and Gabana purse. Inside of it, there's everything a girl would have in her purse; cigarettes, make-up, condoms, birth control pills, a cell phone, and tampons. This adds even more to my feeling of femininity. 

I look at myself in the mirror one last time. 

"Girl…you look fucking HOT!" Jenna says. I smile, not disagreeing with her. There's no way in HELL that anyone would know what rests between my legs, unless of course they saw it. I looked more like a girl than half of the girls in my class, and that's saying a lot. 

Taking a deep breath, I walk out of Jenna's bedroom and into the living room, where Mr. Hughes is still sitting on the couch, watching TV. He doesn't notice me standing there at first, but senses my presence and glances up. His jaw drops open. Jenna walks up behind me, putting her hands on my shoulders. 

"Well? How did we do?" she asks. Mr. Hughes is speechless. He starts to say something, but the doorbell suddenly rings. We all gasp and look at the door. 

"That's Kyle," Mr. Hughes says. "Are you ready?" 

"Yeah. I think so," I reply. "How do I look?" 

"Fucking gorgeous," he says as he stands up to get the door. Jenna runs into her bedroom quickly to change into something more presentable, and Mr. Hughes slowly opens the door to reveal my date…



Alexis Ch. 04



I climbed up to her, pressing my full length against her and forcing my tongue into her warm mouth. Her pussy flavor shared between us...

"Daddy...." Alex didn't have to say anymore as I practically ripped my pants and briefs off. I roughly pulled her legs apart and forced my cock into her dripping pussy. With a loud groan I was unable to hold in, I fucked her as hard and fast as I could. Alex pawed at me and I fucked her relentlessly. In no time, I was begging her to let me cum in her once more.

"Please baby, I want to cum in your pussy. I've got to..." I panted at her as my orgasm approached.

Alex didn't say anything, her eyes were closed as she bit her lip. 

As it hit me, I pushed into her, grabbing at her thighs and unloaded what seemed like a gallon of sperm into my daughter. It was unbelievable and I practically saw stars as my orgasm subsided. I was happy. All the drama from the morning faded and my daughter was all I cared about. Our life was changing for the better. We'd be here only a month longer and then our new life would start. I knew Alex would be leaving for college soon after graduation, but I was excited. We had the summer, we had alot of time to enjoy each other. 

I held Alex as she yawned sleepily. I was a little drowsy myself. We fell asleep naked together on the softness of her bed. As I slept, I dreamt of the things that my daughter and I would share and all that I had to teach her.



Alexis Ch. 05



Another long wait between stories…so sorry! I'm really busy with classes lately, but there's so much more to my story that I need to tell you. 

Keep the comments and dirty e-mails cumming! 

Xoxo

Nikki 

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Mr. Hughes opens the door, and there stands his nephew Kyle. Just earlier today, he wouldn't have even thought about my existence; I just would have been that weird kid that doesn't ever talk to anyone. But now, I have all of Kyle's attention. His eyes are moving up and down my body, checking me out, and I can sense his lust just from the look in his face. 

Kyle has short, spiky dark hair. He's about six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular physique. His eyes are blue, and he's wearing a black tuxedo with a blue vest. Mr. Hughes must have told him the color of the dress I had picked out. 

"So…you must be Alexis?" Kyle asks. He's approaching me with almost too much confidence, but his forwardness and insistence only turns me on. Almost instantly, I snap into my role of Alexis, something I will stay in for the rest of the night. I make a conscious effort to speak in my girl voice, and to present myself in a feminine way.

"And you must be Kyle?" I reply coyly, smiling. He returns my smile and I can feel my dick twitch between my ass cheeks just from the flirting and obvious lust between the two of us. It's secure though; there's no way it's going to pop out. 

Kyle is pinning the white corsage near the cup of my dress, and his hand brushes against my new tits. I giggle to let him know that I'm ok with it. 

Jenna walks into the living room dressed in tight jeans and a black tank top. 

"Kyle, this is Alexis' mother, Jenna. We grew up together, and when you said you were trying to find a special date for the prom, I could think of only one person who's as beautiful as her mother," Mr. Hughes says, smiling first at me, then at Jenna. 

"She's definitely beautiful," Kyle says, glancing over at me with a grin on his face. I smile at him. 

"You're a sweetheart," I say. Mr. Hughes chuckles. 

"It looks like you two are getting along great!" he says. "Let me get a picture of the two of you before you leave." Mr. Hughes is playing the role of a proud uncle, and he's doing a damn good job of it. If only Kyle knew what his uncle had done to me only an hour earlier, there's no way he would be wrapping his arm around my waist and smiling into the camera with me. 

Mr. Hughes and Jenna take a few more pictures, and then we say our goodbyes and head outside, where Kyle's brand new Mustang is waiting. He opens the passenger door for me, and when I slide into the seat I feel my new tits jiggle in the dress, something that starts to excite me. I have never felt this feminine in my entire life, and there's something about it that made me feel normal…as if I was finally at ease. 

Kyle gets into the car and starts it, glancing over at me and checking me out. I give him a sexy smile. 

"So my uncle said you like to party?" he asks as he pulls onto the road. 

"Oh yeah, I'm a big partier! I always get in trouble though…" I trail off, pretending to fake pout. Kyle laughs at me. 

"Well, we might as well get feeling good before we get to the dance," he says. He reaches into his inside jacket pocket and pulls out a flask, handing it to me. 

"Good call!" I say. I unscrew the cap of it and take a huge gulp of its contents without hesitation. It catches me off guard, and I cough a little. 

"Take too much?" Kyle laughs. I shake my head, and to impress him, I take another huge gulp of the tequila. I guess it's my feminine instinct taking over; my desire to prove to him that I'm not a prude. 

Almost instantly, the alcohol begins to take effect. I'm calmer than I was when I got in the car, and much more confident. I take one more swig from the flask and hand it back to him. 

"Jesus girl!" Kyle says to me. 

"I told you I party!" I giggle. 

"I guess so." He takes a drink from the flask and puts it back in his jacket pocket. I lean back in the seat, crossing my legs like a good girl and smoothing my dress over my thighs. 

For the rest of the ride, Kyle and I talk about how I know his uncle, and I make up some elaborate lie about how my mom (Jenna) dated him in high school and they kept in touch ever since. I'm not really sure how much it's going to hold up, but I don't really care and somehow bullshit my way through it. 

Before long, we're at the school. I see a lot of kids in the parking lot that I know, but it doesn't really phase me. I know that there's no way they'll be able to recognize me. Kyle and I take a few more swigs of the tequila before we get out, and when I stand up, I realize that I'm a little tipsier than I thought. I have to concentrate to walk in the four inch heels I'm wearing. To my relief, after Kyle shuts his car door, he walks around to me and puts his arm around my waist, unknowingly giving me support. 

Walking with him like this, it starts to make me tingle between my legs. The alcohol has sort of destroyed my consciousness of actually being a boy, and I'm now thinking and acting subliminally as a teenage girl. 

When we first walk into the school, I'm expecting people to be staring at me, to be sizing me up. However, I'm surprised to find that not many people even look at me twice. Whenever I do sense a pair of eyes on me, I eventually come to discover that it's a guy checking me out. Knowing that they're staring at me, probably fantasizing about me-even if it's just for a split second-it turns me on in a way I've never been before. I smile softly to myself. I've succeeded in blending in with every other teenage girl at this dance, and there's nothing at that moment that could make me happier. 

Kyle pays for both of us, and we make our way into the gym. All of the lights have been turned off, and with the exception of a disco ball and a few rainbow lights, the gym is nearly dark. Some rap song is blaring over the speakers, and hundreds of kids are dancing to the beat of it. I guess dancing would be the wrong term…it seems like kids are dry fucking to the music. 

"Let's go dance!" I say. I grab Kyle's hand and tug lightly on it, looking back at him. He smiles. 

On our way to the dance floor, a couple of guys slap Kyle's hand or pat him on the back. As they pass us, I catch them checking me out, staring at me with nothing but lustful eyes. 

I've never been a big fan of rap music, but looking at it in the perspective of a typical teenage girl changed it. It became an excuse to move my body in sexy ways, if that makes any sense at all. 

I should have been nervous about dancing in heals, but the alcohol sort of impaired my judgment. (It wouldn't be the first time tonight that that would happen!) I did fine dancing though, and soon adjusted to moving on the four inch heels without a problem. 

Kyle stands behind me, and I wiggle my hips to the beat of the music. He grabs my hips and pulls me against him, pressing my ass against his crotch. I gyrate against him, feeling his cock through the thin fabric of my tiny little dress. Kyle holds onto my hip with one hand and explores my body with the other, rubbing across my tummy and moving closer to my jiggling tits. He finally runs his hand across one of them, cupping it for a moment, and then slides it down my stomach and to my crotch, where his fingers stop. 

I'm basically dry fucking him right there on the dance floor. Any doubts he had that he was going to get laid were soon put to rest; that's how slutty I'm dancing. I look over my shoulder and give him the "I want you to fuck me look," and he returns it, obviously quite experienced with things like this. Reaching my arm up, I run my fingers through his hair and pull him close to me. He nestles his face into my neck and begins French kissing me, nibbling lightly. I moan softly-I don't think he hears-and to return the favor, I turn around and give him a naughty look. Making sure that he's watching, I lift up the back of my dress, exposing my slutty blue thong and my bare ass, and I jiggle it against his cock, which I can feel is rock hard through his suit pants. Just as I'm doing this, the song comes to an end, and I pull my dress back down over my ass and turn around, grinning at him. 

"Damn girl…you're a fucking fox," he says, panting. I smile wider and wrap both my arms around his neck, pulling his face to mine. He slides his tongue into my mouth and I lick across his lips, kissing him deeply. I'm sure to make quiet whimpering sounds as he's kissing me, and this encourages him to grab at my tits as he pretty much fucks my mouth with his tongue. I let him grope me as much as he wants, but before long, a teacher is breaking us up and telling us to save it for later. 

"I'm gonna go freshen up in the bathroom!" I tell him. I give him one more sexy smile and walk away, heading out of the gym. I look over my shoulder on my way out and see a few of his football buddies come up to him and give him high fives. They all look my way, and notice that I'm watching them. I give the boys a sexy wink and a grin, flick my hair, and turn around, strutting so that my ass shakes with every step I take. 

I can feel eyes on me as I walk into the hallway. Guys aren't even trying to cover it up that they're checking me out; they're blatantly running their eyes up and down my scantily clad, curvy body and thinking about all the things they want to do to me. To be honest with you, it's one of the best feelings in the world; to feel that desired, and to know that you have the power to choose whomever you want. 

I pause as I walk into the girl's bathroom. It's something I obviously hadn't done before, so it felt a little weird walking in there and not having anyone look twice at me. Instead of the smell of sweat and shit that permeates through the boy's room, the girl's bathroom smells of perfume and make-up. One of the cheerleaders is leaned over a toilet, sticking her hand down her throat without even bothering to shut the stall door. I go to the row of sinks and set my purse down on one of them, checking myself out in the mirror. 

My make-up already has smeared a little bit from dancing, so I reapply more eyeliner and eye shadow, and touch up my lip-gloss. As I'm putting my make-up on, I can hear the girls from a couple of sinks down talking as if they're a little drunk. 

"Goddammit. I hate being on my fucking period during homecoming!" one of them says. "It always happens to me!" she whines. 

"You're not on the pill?" the other girl asks. "You could have just stopped it that way." 

"No, I usually just let the guy pull out and suck him off or something," the first girl says. "My mom and dad would kill me if I was on the pill." 

I look over at the two girls. They're probably a grade or two younger than me. Both of them have really nice bodies, and they're showing them off with slinky little dresses that barely cover their tits and asses. Both of them are fixing their make-up as well, and before long, they notice that I'm looking at them. The first girl glances over at me, and I gasp. My heart literally stops.

This girl who's looking at me, the girl who had just been talking about her period and how she sucks guys off…it's my sister Cara.

I don't know what to say. Does she recognize me? No. There's no way she can recognize me. I decide to play it cool and I smile at her, brushing my bangs to the side. 

"Nice dress," Cara says. She's eyeing me up and down and I can tell that she's sizing me up; she's checking me out and secretly judging me in her head. To my relief, she smiles at me. 

"Thanks!" I say. "I like yours too!" 

For the first time, I actually notice just how gorgeous my sister is. Her body is tone and her frame tiny. She's probably about 5'7, with shoulder length brown hair and piercing blue eyes. I find that I'm actually a little jealous of her tan, but there's really nothing I can do about it for now. Her tits are average for her age, a 34b, and she's proudly displaying them; they're practically bursting out of the front of her shimmery silver halter dress. 

I turn back to my purse and pull out the birth control pills. I pop one out and put it in my mouth, swallowing it. 

"Oh, so now I'm the only fucking girl here who isn't on the pill!" Cara shouts. She's obviously a little drunk. I smile at her. 

"They're not hard to get hun, you just need to go to the clinic, and your parents don't even have to know." What was I doing? I was just encouraging my little sister to have sex without a condom! 

"Really? They don't have to be there?" 

I shake my head. Reaching into my purse, I pull out the Victoria's Secret perfume and lightly spray some of it on my wrists and by my cleavage line. 

"Ohhh! Can I use some of that?" Cara asks. Jeez! She's an entirely different person when her brother's not around! 

"Sure." I hand her the bottle and finish up at the mirror, putting on a little more body glitter and making sure that my hair's ok. 

"I'm Cara," my sister says. I'm tempted to say "I know," but I bite my tongue. 

"Alexis," I reply. 

"Oh yeah! You're the girl that Kyle Hughes brought aren't you?" she asks, handing me back my perfume bottle. I nod my head. 

"You lucky bitch. You get to get fucked by Kyle Hughes tonight," Cara's friend says to me. I grin at her. 

"Ummm, ok? I didn't know it was that big of a deal," I say. Cara and her friend look at each other and giggle. 

"No, it's a big deal," my sister says. She shuts her eyes for a second and her mouth parts into a naughty grin. 

"Oh…I get it," I say giggling. Cara laughs. 

"Yep. After Kyle, there wasn't a guy in this school who I couldn't handle," she says. I can't believe it! My sister is actually a slut! At least I'm not the only one in the family who's a total sex maniac.

"Well Alexis, we need to go meet our boys on the dance floor, but maybe we'll see each other again tonight! I have a feeling we'll be seeing more of each other. Kyle's friends with a lot of my friends," Cara says.

"I hope so! And it was cool meeting you," I reply. 

I walk past the countless eyes checking me out on my way to the gym, and I decide to give them a show. Right in front of a group of six or seven ninth grade boys, I "accidentally" drop my purse. Keeping my knees as straight as I can, I bend over and pick it up, which naturally takes me just long enough for them to catch a glimpse of my ass from beneath my dress. As I walk into the gym, I turn around and flash them all a smile. They blush.

Kyle is still talking with his friends, and he doesn't notice me until I playfully smack my ass from behind. He turns around. 

"There you are!" he says. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close to me, away from his group of friends who are all staring at my ass and tits. I press my breasts hard against him and he wraps his arms around my waist, placing his hands at the top of my ass. We dance slowly to the sappy R&B song, and Kyle's friends all walk away, forgotten and ignored. He's completely enthralled in me, staring into my eyes as we move our bodies together. 

The song starts to come to and end, and I lean up and give Kyle and gentle kiss. 

We dance for a few more fast songs, occasionally being told by teachers to "break it up," but as soon as they're gone I'm back to dancing like a whore. 

"Do you want to get going?" Kyle asks after probably another forty-five minutes of dancing. By now, the alcohol has started to wear off, and I'm beginning to get tired from dancing so long in the high heels. 

"Are you sure?" I ask him. He nods his head. 

"Yeah, if you're ok with it. I'm having that party at my place, so I want to get back a little bit before everyone else." 

"Ok, we can go," I say. He grabs my hand and leads me out of the gym. On our way out, I once again sense countless guys staring at me. I also notice Cara, dancing in one of the corners with some guy I've never seen before. She notices me and gives me a little wave. 

In Kyle's car, we finish up the rest of the tequila from the flask before leaving the parking lot. I reach into my purse and grab a menthol cigarette. 

"Got a light?" I ask Kyle. He looks at me. 

"I didn't know you smoke," he says, flicking a lighter and lighting my cigarette for me. I smile at him. 

"Want one?" I ask.  "Sure," he replies. I hand him a cigarette and he lights it, rolling down the

windows.

"So…are your parents home?" I ask him. Kyle shakes his head. 

"No. They're on a cruise." He takes a drag from his cigarette. I start to feel a

tingle between my legs as I realize just what Kyle meant when he said he wanted to get back to his place before everyone arrived at the party. I look out the window and smile at myself, taking another hit off the cigarette. The menthol and the alcohol make my head spin a little bit, and I shut my eyes for a second. I open them and look over at Kyle just in time to see him put his hand on my thigh. I sink down into the seat a little bit and let him touch me. He looks over and smiles, and I grin back at him, putting my hand over his. 

Before I know it, we're pulling into the driveway of a two story, ranch style house. Kyle parks his car in the garage and I let him get the door for me. He even offers me his hand when I climb out. 

I grab my duffel bag and purse and follow him into his house, kicking my heels off at the door. 

"Here, give me your shit, I'll put it in my room," Kyle says, grabbing my bag as we walk into the kitchen. I notice Kyle staring at my tits as he slips off his jacket. He seems a little nervous, but I could be wrong. Either way, I decide to start taking matters into my own hands. 

"Where's your bathroom?" I ask him. He points at the stairs. 

"If you go upstairs, it's the second door on the right," he says. 

As soon as I get in the bathroom and lock the door behind me, I drop my panties and unfasten my cock and balls from between my ass, letting them drop. My tiny cock is still a little bit hard, and I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to do to hide it. If Kyle finds out that I'm a guy, he won't be too happy, not to mention I definitely wouldn't be getting anything tonight. 

I pee, careful to blot up any dribbles with toilet paper. Before I tuck myself back into place, I thicken up my eyeliner and eye shadow to give myself a sultrier, lusty appearance. I also fix my lip-gloss and apply more body glitter before spraying myself generously with more perfume. Finally, I grab my entire package and force it back between my ass, careful to tape it so it's not too close to my boy pussy. Next, I apply a generous amount of lube to my hole, making sure that it's good and wet like a pussy. I pull my g-string back up and adjust it, making sure that everything is inside it. Smoothing my dress down, I look at myself in the mirror and exhale deeply. 

"This is it," I whisper to myself. I fix my hair one more time before opening the bathroom door. There's a light coming from the room at the end of the hallway, so I follow it. 

"Kyle?" I call out. 

"I'm in here," he calls from the room. I walk in, and he's sitting on the edge of his bed, texting someone. He's taken off his shirts, and is now in just his suit pants. I try not to look overly impressed by his body, but it's kind of hard so I divert my attention to his collection of sports memorabilia, pretending to be somewhat interested. He doesn't notice me. 

I start to approach Kyle, but his head is still looking down at this phone. I reach my hand down, standing right before him, and tilt his head up, looking down into his eyes. 

"Hi," he says. 

I say nothing. Instead, I grab his cell phone and toss it to the floor. Quickly, I lean down and pull his face to mine, kissing him hard. He slips his tongue into my mouth, and I gladly suck on it, licking his lips and biting lightly. 




Alexis Ch. 05



Kyle wraps his arm around my neck and lays back, forcing me to get up on the bed with him. I spread my legs on either side of him and lean down. Our mouths never part. 

I twist my fingers through Kyle's hair as we kiss, breathing heavily. My hand runs up and down his bare chest. He grabs at my ass, squeezing it hard. I let out a moan, and I can tell this excites him, so I slowly work my hand down his chest to his cock, which I can already feel is rock hard against my tummy. I grab it lightly through his pants, and he pulls away from my mouth for a second, gasping. His hand squeezes again at my ass as I rub the tip of his cock through the thin fabric. 

"Is someone a little horny?" I ask playfully, flashing Kyle a naughty grin. 

"A little?" he scoffs. I giggle and smash my mouth against his, forcing my tongue in and giving him the sluttiest kiss I've ever given anyone. I begin to rub harder at his cock, and his hands shoot up to my tits, groping them like a twelve year old boy. 

After about five more minutes of making out, I unbuckle Kyle's belt. Our breathing gets heavier as I pull his pants down to his knees, and then his briefs. 

Let's just put it this way; Kyle definitely takes after his uncle. I could feel that he had a larger than usual cock from rubbing him, but seeing it now, I realize that he's not just big, he's huge. My sister was right. He has to be at least nine inches. 

I take Kyle's warm, bare cock in my hand and start rubbing it lightly. He moans and pulls away from my mouth, looking into my eyes. 

"Suck my cock," he whispers. I grin at him and lower my face down to his crotch. Before I take him in my mouth, I grab the base of his cock and breath lightly on the tip. He smells clean, not as sweaty and musty as Mr. Hughes. 

Clearly frustrated and used to being in control, Kyle grabs my head and forces me down onto his cock. I don't resist, and begin to deep throat him. I'm gagging a little each time he presses against the back of my throat, but it doesn't bother me, and it sure as hell isn't bother Kyle, who's basically pounding away at my face. His hands run down my back until they find the bottom of my dress. He pulls it up over my ass and snaps the strings of my panties, playing with them as he moans softly. 

I slow down my sucking and tighten my cheeks around his cock, slowly working my mouth all the way down and back up. I can taste his pre-cum on my tongue, which only turns me on more. I'm more than ready to have him inside of me, but I figure that it's only fair to give him some more head. 

Using my hand to jack off the base of his giant cock, I flick my tongue at the tip of it. I slap his cock against my tongue and suck hard on the head. Slowly, I work my mouth all the way down to the base of his cock, trying not to gag. Building up rhythm, I start to deep throat him again. He's grabbing my hair and slamming my head down onto his dick, so hard that his balls are bouncing up and slapping against my chin. Eventually, my gag reflex kicks in, and I have to pull my head away. 

Kyle grabs me by my hair and pulls me up to him. He kisses me hard and wet, breathing into me and sliding his tongue all over my face like a fucking pervert. It turns me on so much, and I bite at his lip before pulling away. I get up on my knees and drop my blue g-string confidently. Looking down from the front, all that can be seen is my strip of fuzz on my crotch. There's no sign of any penis, but I pull my dress down just to be safe. 

"Are you on the pill baby?" Kyle whispers, rubbing his fingers through my hair. 

"Yeah, but you can't cum in me," I reply. He nods his head. 

"Fair enough."  With that, I lean back down and we kiss some more. I reach my hand back and stroke his dick a few times for good measure. Grabbing the base of it, I guide it to my asshole-what I hope he thinks is my pussy. I place the head of it against my hole and he doesn't say anything, he just thrusts up a little bit. Grinding myself against him, I relax my sphincter and guide him into me. He lets out a loud moan as he slides into my already wet pussy, and I sigh heavily. 

Supporting myself up with both of my hands now, Kyle slides all the way in to his balls. I cry out, and he smiles and pulls out a little bit. I sigh again. 

"You're so big," I say. He kisses me and his smile gets a little bigger. Without warning, he slams himself into me even harder. 

"Fucker!" I giggle. 

"Can you take it?" he asks. He rests his cock inside of me, and I slide my ass up and down on it a little bit. 

"I dunno. You are a little big," I coo. "I guess you better start fucking me so we can find out." 

Kyle grabs my hips and starts pounding away at me, slamming me down onto him. It genuinely does hurt, but I guess it's sort of in a good way. I'm tightening my asshole as he pulls out and then relaxing as he pumps in. 

Grabbing a hold of my hair, Kyle yanks down and brings my face close to his. He presses his open mouth against mine and starts breathing heavily. He licks my lips and tongue and starts to moan into my mouth. 

"You like that don't you? You dirty little whore," he growls. He hasn't even slowed down yet; he's still slamming my asshole with full force. And I'm just laying there on top of him, taking it like a whore and moaning loudly with each pump into me. 

"Oh yes Kyle. I love it soooo much baby," I coo. I lick at his mouth. He slaps me across the face, catching me off guard. 

"You better fucking like it you slut," he says. 

"Oh fuck yes. I love it! I love being a fucking slut!" I moan loudly and bite hard at my bottom lip. My asshole is on fire. I no longer have the ability to tighten it around his cock. Kyle is pounding at it so hard that I can hardly even feel it now. 

I wonder how many girls have let Kyle treat them like this. Am I the first? Has he ever had a whore as big as me? Thinking about this makes me want to give him the best sex he's ever had. I feel as if it's my duty as a woman. 

I lean my head down and let Kyle hold my ass up in the air. He starts plowing away at me, shooting in and out of my loosening asshole at an insane speed. His balls are bouncing up and slapping against my ass cheeks with each slam into me. 

I'm moaning and just about to cum in my dress when I feel Kyle's cock start to swell inside of me and hear his breathing grow more rapid. I start to feel a little annoyed at his urgency to cum, but then I remember that I wouldn't even last half that long fucking someone, so I decide to let it go and figure that I'll find me some more cock before the night's over. 

"Oh baby I'm gonna cum," he says. He starts to slide his cock out of me but I suddenly slam back onto him. I lean down into his hair and whisper into his ear, "Cum in me baby. Blow your big load all up in my little pussy."

With that, Kyle pounds his cock into me in several long, slow, hard thrusts-each one causing me to moan out loud. I can feel his seed shooting out of his tightening dick and up into me. He lets out one final yell and slams up into me one more time before finally exhaling deeply and shutting his eyes. 

Leaning down, I kiss Kyle passionately, running my fingers through his hair and tasting the sweat on his lips. I can feel his dick starting to slide out of my ass as it softens inside of me. I slowly lift my weight up off of him, his cock slipping out of me with a slurping sound. My little boy pussy feels wet and loose as I pull my dress down and get off of Kyle, who's still lying there with his eyes shut, breathing heavily. 

Standing up, I toss my sweaty hair to the side and grab my backpack. 

"Where are you going?" Kyle asks, sounding almost a little too demanding. 

"To clean up," I say. "People are going to be here soon, aren't they?" I ask. 

"Yeah…good point," Kyle says. He sits up and searches for his underwear as I head into the bathroom. 

In the shower, I wash the lube from around my asshole and touch it lightly with my fingers. It's loose and relaxed, almost like a real pussy. I can't wait to see how much more I can put it to use tonight. 

I stand in the shower for a while, letting the hot water splash against my body as I think about how much of a whore I really am. There's no shame to my actions, and this scares me a little bit. I'm starting to wonder just how far I'm going to go. 

Stepping out of the shower, I dry myself off and open my backpack, pulling out my outfit for the party tonight. First, I slide a hot pink g-string up my legs and adjust it over my tucked back package. I put on my red lacy push-up bra. My skintight jeans come next. They're dark denim with no back pockets, and they sit really low on my hips, so low that my ass crack and thong are exposed if I'm not careful. Finally, I put on my black lacey top. It's a halter-top, and I lace it up in the front to give me a lot of cleavage. The tops of my bra cups peek out a little bit too. 

I brush my hair and redo my make-up, thickening my eyeliner and reapplying my lips gloss. I slip my 4½ inch sandal heels on, give myself one more glance in the mirror, and turn out the bathroom light.