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Tabatha - Part 2 (Recall from Part 1: I opened the note. 'I know what you do when you are alone, sweetie.' the note read. Warmth rushed through my whole body. I was dizzy and hot and could have fainted. Shit, shit, shit! Who knows what I do? What do they know? Shit! Was it the UPS guy? He sure seemed to know something? Who was he? Shit! Fuck! Was it someone else? Was it a joke? Wait, maybe it wasn't for me? The note went on, 'What is in the box is just a beginning of many new things to come. Don't lose it our else you are going to be in big trouble... Love, your secret admirer.' Fuck! Shit! Shit! My heart was pounding. I tear formed in my eye, and I started to weep. Shit! But, I know I need to open the box. What is it? What things are to come? And, with whom? Why? All these questions. I opened the box. Inside another colorful box read, 'The Intruder'. What? I pull out the box to see what looks to be a dildo. I drop it, flop on the couch and began to cry. Unfortunately for me there is no time for crying because my sister and her friends just pulled up in the driveway. Here I was wearing her clothes, scared like a little girl, with mascara running down my blushed cheeks, holding a dildo none-the-less.) *** Wow, that was a close one! Talk about being scared straight. I made it to the bathroom and locked the door. I removed my sister's clothes, and tossed them, along with the dildo, into the hamper. I covered them up with some towels. Then I hopped into the shower and cleaned off the makeup. My sister pounded on the door because she needed something from the bathroom. But, luckily for me I'd locked the door. At first, I pretended not to hear her. Then she started shouting, "Hurry up! I need to grab my things." I slid the glass shower door open a little and yelled, "What?" "What are you? A little girl?" she asked. My heart dropped. Why did she say that? Did she see me? Had I been caught? "I thought only girls took long hot showers," Sarah shouted. "What are you doing in there? Are you shaving your legs?" I hopped out and quickly wrapped a towel around myself. I tried to look in the mirror, to make sure I'd removed the makeup off my face, but the mirror was all fogged up. I had to hope I got it all off. Reluctantly I opened the door. "It's about time sissy," Sarah said with derision. "Feeling all pretty and clean now?" she teased. "Screw you," I muttered. My response must have pissed her off. She grabbed my wrist and twisted it really hard. "Ah, fuck! That hurts!! Let go!" I screamed. "Not until you apologize for talking back to me." "OK, ok, I'm sorry!" "Who's sorry?" "Me. I'm sorry!" "Now, you know better than that. Who's sorry..." Sarah said with a devious little inflection, as she twisted even harder. I jumped when she turned my wrist more, and my towel fell to the floor. "Sissy, is sorry. Please let me go. Sissy prissy is very sorry!" And she did. She let go of my wrist, grabbed her things, and walked out of the bathroom into the hallway. "Oh my, you really are a sissy, aren't you?" she snickered, as I sat on the floor recovering. "You better cover up. Your tiny little thingy is showing... What do you call your thingy?" I looked up at her with fear in my eyes. I was mortified. She isn't going to make me say that too, is she? "I'm waiting," she said. "My dolly," I replied. "Louder. I didn't hear you," said Sarah. I pulled the towel over me and said, "Sissy prissy's little dolly was showing." With that she grinned and walked away. I picked myself off the floor, wrapped the towel back around my waist, and examined my burning red wrist. When Sarah and her friends left, I grabbed my contraband from the bathroom hamper. I hid the dildo in my room, under my bed. I folded my sister's pink body stocking, and tucked it back into its original packaging, just the way I found it. Then I returned all of her things to where I found them. I was always careful to remember where everything came from and how it was folded, or otherwise strewn across the room. The last thing I wanted was to be caught. *** I went two weeks without going near my sister's room, or even thinking about beating off for that matter. I was almost caught. First by the UPS guy, who now thinks a cute little girl by the name of Tabatha lives here and then by my sister and her friends. I almost had a heart attack! Still, what if the UPS guy came back and saw me dressed as a boy? Would he notice? What would I say if he did? What if he actually came when my sister or mom answered the door and asked them about Tabatha? How could I explain this? What if Sarah saw me dressed as a girl, wearing Jennifer's clothes? It wasn't unusual for her to call me a little girl, or to force me into admitting that I was a little sissy. But, she always did so on her own, to be cruel. She never did so because of my afternoon activities. As far as I knew she doesn't know anything. I don't know if it was my raging hormones, or the terrific weight of my fantasies, but two weeks was about all I could take. I was scared for a while, but it couldn't last. Every moment of still thought gets filled with fantasies. When I read a book I can only get a few pages in before my mind wanders to slutty outfits, sex and boy's dicks. When the urge comes, it's strong. This must be what it feels like to be addicted to cigarettes or drugs. My conscience says "no", but every other fiber in my body is filled with adrenaline and desire. Fear can be good. It stopped me many times from going too far. But little by little I'd push new boundaries. My desire drives me to try just a little more. The devil in my mind pushed me to try something new, something a little more daring. What started with posing in the mirror and beating off after working out, turned into wearing my sisters tights, to dressing up in full slutty attire - makeup and all, to licking popsicles and telling them how much I wanted to fuck them. And now, for the first time I may have been discovered. The UPS guy saw me dressed as a girl. I had to pretend. I had to use my girl voice to answer his questions and fake him out. I could only hope it worked. While lifting weights in the exercise room, my mind wandered to being a little whore again. I wanted to practice giving head. I wanted to struggle to take another big fat bowling pin up my ass. I wanted to be a little slut. My heart was racing, and I started to sweat. I don't think it was the exercise that was making me sweat. Rather, it was the emotion inside me. I'm nervous. I'm in heat. I'm too scared to go into my sister's room, but to horny not to. I thought, 'Fuck it! No one knows. The UPS guy didn't know anything. And, even if he did, who cares, he doesn't know me. I doubt my sister saw anything. If she had, I'd know about it. She'd make such a fuss. She'd simply torture me with my secret. Since she hasn't said anything, she can't possibly know either.' I crept into my sister's room, and rooted around. As usual, I didn't need to go very far. Clothes are everywhere. On the floor, on their beds, draped over the lamp on the bureau, and on every surface in the room. But, the really good stuff is often hidden. The lingerie is often in the bottom of their underwear drawers, or in the case of Jen, buried in the back of the closet. What do I want to be today? Jen recently started as a volunteer nurse. I think they call them candy stripers or something. She has a good heart but ultimately she thinks this will look good and help her get into college. A nurse would be different. I rummage around until I find a clean uniform. It's a white blouse with a pink skirt. I find a pair of opaque white pantyhose to match. I find her very un-sexy white sneakers, too. 'Hmmmm.... I don't think I want to be a typical nurse. What fun is there in that?' I think. So I kept looking until I found a pair of white 3" heels. And to top it all off I found her little nurse's hat. I looked in the mirror and I looked very professional. And, good enough to fuck. 'I bet if I volunteered, every young doctor at the hospital would want a piece of my ass. I'd laugh at their jokes, listen to them very attentively, hanging on every word. I'd smile at them and give little flirtatious gestures. And, when the moment was right, a handsome married doctor would pull me aside into his office, or some medical supply closet, where I'd take down their pants and suck them off. I could picture my tongue dancing and flickering around the head of his penis. This was great! It felt so good to be dressed up again. I rubbed my hands up and down my legs. My dick was hard, pushing against my thick tights and lifting my skirt a little. I put on some pink lipstick and some eye makeup. I flirted with myself in the mirror. Then, the pressure was too much so I pulled down my tights and my sister's pink panties, and start pounding away. I spewed all over the floor but luckily for me there wasn't a carpet in sight. Just girl's clothes everywhere. I picked up the few items with gobs of my cum on them, and threw them into the hamper. There were so many clothes on the ground, that they'd never notice them missing. Of course I've failed to mention what it feels like after I cum. All of the euphoria of dressing up and jerking off, is followed by complete clarity of mind. Instantly, after I cum, I feel bad. It is awful. I feel guilty and totally ashamed. I'm embarrassed to see myself with makeup on my face and to be wearing girls clothes. My sister's clothes! I'm ashamed at looking like a little tramp. The things that were just running through my mind, giving me sexual pleasure, now disgust me. My acting is shameful. Walking like a girl and, talking like a dirty slut. The worst was when I still have something in my ass. Like the time I finally got the bowling pin to slide into my pussy. After hours of trying, my lips slid over the fat hump and down the skinny neck so it settled into my ass. Not stuck for good, but certainly it was going take some effort to take it out. But after I came the desire was gone and the feelings of guilt and shame had set in. For 20 minutes I had to grease up my ass and the pin and work it back out, all the while being disgusted with myself. Then I have to clean up. I have to take off my sister's clothes and put them back where I found them. Sometimes I have to put them in the hamper because I may have stretched them out, or got Vaseline or cum on them. The Vaseline, or oil, or whatever I'd use to lube my bung hole was corrosive. I've stained a few of their things, and had to throw them out hoping that they wouldn't notice. Once I had to get rid of a very distinct pair of purple tights. Purple was very much in when Prince came out with the Purple Rain album. And, Jennifer had this very sexy purple outfit. Now, there was no way Jennifer wasn't going to notice that her purple tights were missing so I went to the mall to look for a replacement. I went to the women's department in the department store, and to a classy lingerie store but had no luck. Finally, in this one lingerie store that sold particularly slutty outfits, I found some replacement tights. The whole episode was mortifying. There I was walking around women's lingerie stores. First, I was frightened even to go inside. What if someone I knew saw me? How could I explain it? What about the people inside? Once I got the courage to go in, I felt like all eyes were on me. I hoped to get in and out as quickly as possible. In one store, a woman asked me if I needed help and who I was shopping for. I stopped breathing. I stuttered something about having to find something for my girlfriend but, I don't think she believed me. The 'after shock' of cuming was always the most difficult part. After I'd cum, I'd swear that I'd never do it again. I'd never dress in girls clothes, never act like a horny tramp, and never stick anything up my ass again. I'd try to cover up my tracks, and hide any evidence. What struck me, too, was how careless I'd been. While in my horny rage, nothing mattered. I took some precautions, but not much. Afterwards, I'd wonder how I was going to hide everything? Clearly my sister would notice her stuff had been moved. Or, that her clothes had been worn, and in some cases stretched out a little. Clearly I would miss cleaning up some of the petroleum jelly or cum, leaving an icky mess. And, what if someone saw me? I may have scampered past an open window or none of the shades in my sister's room were in good shape. They were ripped enough so that someone could see through. And, one blind goes only so far down so anyone could walk right up to the window and look in. What if someone came to visit or deliver a package? Then they overheard me talking slutty to myself in the mirror? I'd always feel depressed and guilty afterwards. But, the feelings would soon fade, and the fantasies always returned. *** Although my afternoons were full - between exercising, dressing up, beating off, cleaning up, and watching TV, I was always the one at home taking care of the chores. My mom was hard at work, and my sisters were all off doing stuff with their busy social lives. For the most part I took out the trash, cleaned the dishes, vacuumed the living room, picked up around the house, got the mail and dusted. You can only imagine how many times I took to my afternoon duties dressed as a little tart housemaid. To be the house slave for a big farming man and his sex adverse wife was one of my fantasies. I'd sometimes act it out. The most daring activity of all was getting the mail. Although the mailbox was not more than a couple of steps outside the front door, I'd always be exposed for a just few seconds when I got the mail. Yet, another thing to feel ashamed of and regret once I would cum. Today was no different, and the mailman was right on time as usual. Despite coming from the exercise room, wearing nothing but a pair of black spandex shorts, I only got the mail once he was out of sight. It only took a second. And, besides, I'd worn more daring things than these shorts. If someone caught a glimpse of me, in my tight shorts and shirtless chest, I hoped that I would look normal to them. Like an athlete who was working out. That wouldn't be so unusual, right? I'd place the mail into separate piles for everyone. The largest pile was always junk mail, with the second largest being bills for my mom. But, there was always something or other for my sisters. And occasionally, I got something, too. Mom, Mom, Mom, junk mail, Mom, Jen, junk mail, Mom, Mom.... Tabatha! To my surprise (and horror), one of the envelopes was addressed to Tabatha! Just when I started to feel safe again. There was no return address on the envelope and no sender. Just 'Tabatha' printed on a simple small yellow envelope. Inside I found an unlabeled DVD and a note. The note said, 'Have fun!' I really started to get freaked out and realised that someone was messing with me. This was obviously from the same person who sent the dildo but I don't know who it is. I don't know what they want, or why they're doing this. They must know something about my dressing up but what do they know? And how much? Maybe they don't know about the mirror talk or the popsicles, or for god's sake the plastic bowling pin. Maybe they just think I did it once. Maybe they don't know anything at all. Shit! I'm the one that doesn't know anything. Do I dare look at the DVD? I'm curious, but scared. I feel like throwing it away without watching it but my curiosity wins over. I scanned the whole house to make sure that no one is home. I mean, I know no one is home but someone saw something. How? I checked every room. I looked out every window into the front, back, and side yards. There was no one around but me. I put the DVD into the player. All I see is blackness for two minutes. It must be blank I guessed but, when I picked up the remote to hit stop, that's when the picture came in. At first it was blurry. But eventually the picture came in, and boy did it come in. On the screen was the biggest, longest, fattest dick I'd ever seen and then, coming in from the side of the screen, a pair of lips descended. The lips moved from the big purple tip of the cock, slowly pausing half way down the super long shaft. The lips were big and red. They puffed out like those of the women who go for surgery to make their lips unnaturally large. They were painted red, with sparkles and lots of shiny gloss. You could see the girl's cheeks. They were covered heavily with a light pink shade of blush. Just like a drag queen, or a prostitute. Her cheeks were sunken, straining to contain the large dick. I was absolutely amazed at how far into this guy's dick she was. I mean, this guy must have been 12, or even 14 inches long. I've heard the term hung like a horse, but never did I expect to see someone! I expected the chick, whoever she was, to start backing up but she didn't. After all she must have been 8 or 9 inches into the thing. And it was wide too. The cock looked like it weighed 20 pounds, if not a ton. But, to my amazement, after the long pause and a couple of strained breaths through this cute little pug nose, the lips pushed down even further down the shaft. As she descended, she got into a bit of trouble. All of a sudden her cheeks blew up like a blowfish, and she made a quick noise as air and spit ran between his penis and her lips. The sound was like a big, "pthwttt", like air suddenly rushing out of a balloon. She jumped back a few inches. But, recovered, and went right back to descending down the fat penis shaft again. The camera zoomed in closer. The chick strained and forced herself down the large cock, or you could say she forced the large cock further down her throat, until her cute little nose was buried in a bush of pubic hair. Holly shit! I'd never seen anything like this. I didn't think this was possible. I've watched a few porn movies before. I'd seen chicks give guys head but, never had I seen anything like this. For all I knew I just saw some chick swallow the worlds largest dick! And she wasn't done! She paused again. She seemed like she was trying to sit real still, to acclimatise herself. I figured she was trying to find her breath. There was some thick spit caught in the guy's pubic hairs, and now the spit was covering the bridge of her nose. After a few moments of struggling she began to breathe again, and you could see her nostrils rising and falling with each labored breath. She continued to breathe long slow breaths - in and out, in and out. Despite the strain in her face to keep her mouth open wide, despite the enormous bulge in her throat, and the effort in her breath, she looked comfortable - like she could stay there all day. Next, she started doing something. You could see her cheeks flexing, her lips wiggling, and a wave descend her throat. I think she was swallowing. Was she using her throat to message his cock? She was! She's swallowing to massage his dick! The cum dripped from the bridge of her nose, down the side of her nose, and began to puddle in the pleat between her cheek and nose. "Awwwk, Pthwttttttttttt!" she choked even louder this time, and spit again. Suddenly, like a balloon that had been released, she reflexively shot back, all the way down the entire length of the mammoth cock. When she reached the tip she put her lips together, running them around the contour of the cock's big head. As she drew back, a concoction of saliva, vomit, and cum bridge her pouty bottom lip with the giant cock head. Since she was lower, the liquid gathered toward her, and then dripped onto her chin and down her neck. The movie went on. The camera panned to the side and another cock came into view. This one was huge too. Fatter, but shorter. And, it was dark so I realised that it must be a black man's cock. I'd never seen one of those either. She went right back to it. Back for more. She repeated some of the same things I'd just mentioned. She took him deep. She buried her nose is his bush. This time, however, when she got comfortable, she managed to slip her tongue out of her mouth and run it down the center of his sack. She licked and manipulated his huge black balls. She worked him hard and deep, until he finally came all over her face. At the end of the movie the camera gave a few views of the participants. She was crouched, squatting down on a pair of very high shiny red heels, between two guys. The big hulking white guy to her right and the enormous black guy to her left. They looked like linebackers. Big, but in shape. She held each man's dick in each of her hands as she smiled for the camera. Spit and cum could be seen all over her face, throat and chest. Her stomach was tight and skinny but with lots of definition. Much like mine but with a little more transition between her shapely thighs and her abs. She had heaving breasts that were pushed up by her bra under her half shirt. And as the camera zoomed out more, you saw it. She was a he! She had a dick! In every way, I was certain I was watching some chick blow a couple of guys. But this was no chick. At least I didn't think so, because she had a penis. I was beside myself. What has I been watching? ?What did I just see? I didn't know a blow job could look like that? I didn't know anything that big or that long could fit down someone's throat and, if it could, how could she still get air to her lungs? Holy shit! Was this a chick or a dude? Can boys really have breasts? Can girls have dicks? What the... Of course you know what this meant. Yes more food for my fantasies. I'd got something new that my subconscious was going to haunt me with. I was going to have to see if I could do the same. How deep could I get something phallic down my throat? How wide an object can my mouth take? Could I do it without freaking out or without choking or throwing up? Could I stay a while and still breathe? Could I manipulate my throat, or slip my tongue out of my mouth? And, can I have breasts? Why not? In my fantasies, I had tits! Any size I wanted. They can shoot out like implants. They can hang like natural ones. They can be size B, like Jen's bras say, or big D's like my oldest sister. Hell, they can be superhuman large! Oh, and the color thing. I'd never dreamt about a black cock before. Now all that is going to change as my fantasies and desires are never going to be the same. *** I wanted to learn to give head like the he-she I saw in the DVD. I started off sticking my index finger down my throat. My gag reflexes were strong. I couldn't help but choke every time. Vomiting occasionally, too. But as I did this, I prepared my mind and my throat. I got used to my finger being back there and, slowly the gag reflex diminished. I almost forgot about the dildo under my bed but decided that would be perfect to practice with. In fact, it was pretty large. I bet it was bigger than most real guys. I bet myself that if I could take the dildo in my throat, I could take almost any guy. Not that I'd really want to because other than the fantasy, the idea of blowing a real guy, particularly someone I knew, was disgusting to me. I'm straight. Despite all of this, I like girls. I'm frightened to death of them but, I like them. I even have a crush on Laurie. She has dark skin, dark eyes, and auburn hair. She is hot, and everyone else thinks so, too. But, I have no time for girls. I play soccer during the fall and run track during the winter and spring. I play in the band, work out, and study. I get good grades, and really want to be a better athlete. Between sports, school, band, chores, my afternoon hobbies (if you know what I mean) and hanging out with friends, I just never found time for girls. Or, maybe that is what I tell myself because I'm scared to death to be anything more than friends with girls. The funny thing is girls love me because I'm cute and nice. And, worst of all, I think they see me as non-threatening. Which means they don't think of me as very masculine, or as a potential boyfriend. But, I am adored by lots of girls and I have a few close female friends. So, in the afternoons my fantasies continue. The main goal now, and what drives me day after day, is to figure out how to deep throat this big dildo. In my sister's frilly things I tell the mirror that I want to be the best cock sucker around. The best cock sucker ever! I'd practice every day but it is hard. The chick, or boy, in the DVD made it look hard and, he-she was probably a pretty good cock-sucker. But, like the bowling pin, I was going to try and try again until I got it right. Then, I would practice some more to feed my fetishes, and to get even better at it. Who knows, I might think of some tricks of my own. Maybe I could figure out how to fashion my throat into another pussy? Maybe it would be possible for a guy to ram his dick in and out of my mouth like my throat was a cunt or an asshole. I could picture myself lying on a bed with my head dangling off the edge of the mattress. I pictured this hot young athletic guy standing over me. My head was positioned between his legs. My long painted fingernails ran up and down the back of his legs. I was looking up along his powerful thighs and at the crack of his ass. I opened my mouth and he run his penis into it. He presses his cock head steadily against the back of my throat and it stops at first. But the pressure increases, I tried to make a swallow and his dick pushes in. He placed one hand on my neck and squeezed a little. His other hand is centered on my chest for leverage. I imagine his hand just below my heaving breasts. With steady pressure again, he drives his cock slowly down my throat. Then he draws back. I take the opportunity to take a deep breath. Then he pushes in again. As he pushed in I made a muffled sound, "mmmfffffff/"?Then when he drew back again, I inhaled, "innfffffff". And again, "mmmfffffff", "innfffffff", are the involuntary noises I made as he pushed in and out of my throat. He kept going and I started to get more relaxed, and more able to accommodate him. I felt his dick getting even harder. Sometimes it throbs, filling my throat even more and pushing against my Adam's apple. He moved his hand up my neck, closer to the center, and grabbed more tightly. I think he was trying to feel the bulge of his cock as it ran down my throat, like an incoming ocean wave. Just when I start getting comfortable, his pace begins to quicken. "mmffff, inffff." Again and again. I struggled to breathe as he started to fuck my throat. When I opened my eyes I could see his thighs and crotch descending on me. With every thrust his balls bounced off my forehead and rake across my nose, forcing me to close my eyes now and again. He began to sweat, and his sweat lubricates my face. His body just slides across. Then even quicker, "mfff, inff." His grip on my neck becomes even tighter. I started to panic as?I had no control. I pushed against his abs, but I had no leverage. His abs, his legs, and every part of his body I thought was rock hard. He is tense and driven. I'm massively overpowered and he is in total control. Sometimes I can't gather myself to inhale. I can't control my own breathing. Panic and survival instincts kick in. I just want to breathe. For periods of time the force of his penis rammed into my throat pushed air out of my lungs. "Mfff, mfff, mfff, mfff, mfff, mfff, mfff, mfff," I gasp but, I can't get any air into my lungs. I can't breathe! Breathing is my only priority. It totally occupies my mind. I can't think of anything else. I'm scared I'm going to suffocate. His big dick is drowning me. However, occasionally I manage a breath, "infff." But then it is right back again to the forced exhales. I choke sometimes, but it doesn't seem to bother him. He is lost in desire, and just keeps right on pounding my throat, "Mfff, mfff, mfff, mfff, mfff, mfff, mfff, mfff." Air goes out as his piston is driven down my throat, but little air comes in. I struggle, and sometimes the noise changed. I'd get a quick breath, "gawk!" and his cock thrusts down my throat again. I turned my head again. "Gawk, gawk, mfff!" just two quick breaths, and then nothing. What might have been 15 or 20 minutes felt like hours but finally, one last deep thrust of his cock down my throat, his butt cheeks clench as if he was flexing in a body building contest and then he has cum. His dick was driven as far down my throat as possible. His balls rested, draped over my nose and in front of my eyes. I couldn't see anything but pubic hairs, balls, thighs and ass. He gripped my throat as hard as ever and then relaxes, and lets go. My throat revolted against the cum that was being pumped into me, and I choked. His cum is sent rushing up my throat, out my mouth, over my bottom lip, and through my nostrils onto my top lip. Snot, spit and cum is all over my face. As he withdrew cum continues to shoot out in spurts. Another big load, or maybe two, landed in my mouth when his head reaches it. Then some loads plop onto my face. One on my chin, one on my right eye, and then another on my forehead and hair. I can only open my left eye to see. I coughed again, and more cum, this time mixed with my stomach juices, rushed into my mouth and into my nose. This time I can feel burning all along the walls of my throat and nose. They were on fire. As I dreamt about taking some guy deep, I played with myself. My hands were constantly touching my little dick. Rubbing it, moving it, manipulating it like a woman's clit. The whole time I was wearing my sister's cheerleading outfit. Jens' skirt if flopped up on my midsection, as I lay on her bed, with my head dangling off the edge. My hand is down my tights and panties. I'm not wearing any shoes, so you can see my red painted toenails through my shear white tights. The half shirt is pulled up exposing my nipples. Occasionally, my other hand rubbed and pulled on them. You could see my long painted press on nails caressing my nipples. Finally, I opened my eyes and started pounding my dick. The strokes were short, because my penis is short. And, either because I'm so excited, or because I'm not much of a man, it only takes about 30 seconds before I shoot my load. Another successful fantasy. Another post-cum guilt trip. And, another mess to clean up. And, shit, another knock at the front door. Knock, knock, knock. Fuck! Now what?... To be continued...