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Family Girl Copyright (c) 2011 by Cody Although many elements of this story are fiction, the majority of it is based on my real-life experiences coming of age. Disclaimer: this story contains subjects that may not be suitable for all audiences. If such things are illegal in your area, stop reading now. If such things offend you, please seek professional counseling. Immediately. Author's warning: This story contains inferences to incest. In no way do I condone the actions of some of this story's characters happening in real life. And while some of this story is fantasy, some of it really happened. This is a story I feel compelled to tell, regardless of how painful it is to tell it, or to read it. All I ask of the reader is a little patience, and to keep reading. Preface to Part 4: The story now takes a decidedly darker turn as Joanne begins to walk the path she chose at the end of part 3. This part includes sexual scenes that may disturb some readers, although they may titilate others. The sex is consensual but does not involve adults. You have been warned. *** *** *** Part 4 In the days and weeks that followed my personal enlightenment I fully embraced my mission to be a 'complete and total slut.' With every new experience I found myself more and more thrilled with the way boys, and even some girls, reacted to me. Whenever I saw a boy watching me strut down the halls at school, and then have to hold his books in front of his crotch to hide his swelling cock, I got a warm, tingly feeling all the way from my nipples to my 'pussy', as I had learned to refer to my bottom-hole. Mandy and I became as close as sisters. It turned out that her dad was gone; the man I'd heard on the phone when I called her that first night was one of her mom's many boyfriends. For some reason she didn't mind not having a father. I didn't know what her mother did for a living, but it sometimes involved travelling to Portland or Seattle for days at a time, and once in a while Mandy would go with her. I was surprised that her mother would let Mandy be alone, or let her skip school, like that. After all, she didn't turn fifteen until January. But whatever her mother Rosalyn did, she made a lot of money at it. Their house was large and spacious, with two extra bedrooms, a two car garage with a couple really nice cars, and an interior that was beautiful, tasteful and expensive. Mandy had use of a credit card of her mother's, and it had a large limit, as we proved at the shops in town and at the mall in Portland. Mandy and her mother were both very generous; I guess they took pity on a poor girl like me, but they always acted as though it was no big deal and never mentioned paying anything back. And they completely understood the reasons I gave them as to why I had to hide my obsession with sluthood from my family, so they let me keep all of the slutty clothes, shoes, jewelry, accessories and make-up they bought for me in one of the spare bedrooms at their house. Mandy's house became like a second home to me, over time. My routine on schooldays was simple: get up early, dress like a regular girl in the clothes Mommy and Daddy bought for me, wear only a little, light make-up, and then rush over to Mandy's house to transform into the 'slut' I was trying to become. I was smart enough to take it gradually; I didn't wear things much more flashy or trampy than I had on that second day -- at first. Mandy thought I was doing it to make my Bobby happy, and I was, but I knew it wasn't just for him. She figured that out, too, the day she caught me making out after school with Paul Thompson, the boy that had said I was 'hot' that second day of school when I first appeared a little bit like the slut I was destined to become. He'd been eyeing me for a while, was really nice all the time, and so I let him have what he wanted. After school I'd go home with Mandy to her house, we'd work on my 'slut lessons', and then I'd clean off my make-up change back into the clothes I'd left my house in that morning. And since I didn't dress sexy at home, I didn't have to worry about getting home before Daddy, which left lots of time for after-school fun. On weekends and school holidays the start and finish was pretty much the same. But the rest of the day was very different. I spent a lot of time hanging out with my fellow sluts around town, with occasional day-trips down to Portland on the Greyhound busses. The only bad part of those trips was having to get home by my new curfew of 7:00. But with Portland only an hour away that still left a lot of time for fun. I managed to have fun even those days where Mandy went wherever she and Rosalyn went on *their* trips. Sometimes down in Portland we'd hook up with some of the local boys at the mall, or at the bus station, that knew Mandy and our friends, and we'd make each other feel real good. Of course, considering my physical limitations, none of the straight boys got much more than to make-out with me, feeling up my still growing boobies, and get a blowjob if that's what they wanted. The few queer boys that met with us would get a lot more, as would Bob whenever he would go to Portland with us. All that took a while to develop, thanks to Mandy's very good and patient teachings. But I was a good student ... *** *** *** We were in Mandy's room playing with my look with her make-up and jewelry. It was after my third day of school as a ninth-grade girl. Mandy was a little disappointed that I didn't dress sexy that day, but she understood when I told her that Mommy preferred me to look like the innocent girl she thought I was. But the way Mandy would make-up my face was the way I wanted to look, always: my brows plucked into fine, girly arches over my eyes, liner all around my upper and lower lids, enough mascara to make my lashes look as long and full as I'd ever seen them, various colors of eye-shadow with little sparkles in it, blusher that made my cheeks look soft and full and yet distracted from the little bit of baby-fat still on my cheeks, and on my lips different shades of lipstick, all shiny and pretty with the glow of the gloss over them. I would stare at my reflection, turning my face side-to-side, admiring the sparkle from the earrings that caught the vanity mirror lights. My brown hair looked so much better, brushed out and teased, and looking so full with the spray Mandy had applied. With each different combination of make-up and jewelry, one thought would run through my fluffy head. "I wish Bob was here," I said, my lips forming a cute little pout. "You really like him, don't you?" Mandy asked, still tweaking my hair around my eyes. She got up and went to put another record on her stereo. "I'm glad." I nodded my head. "Yeah, I do." I turned around on the vanity seat to look at her. "He asked me to be his girlfriend yesterday. I said 'yes'." "Of course you did," she said. "I'd take him myself if he wasn't queer." She came back after the music started up, leaned down and then gave me a quick peck on my glossy lips. "You're so lucky. You didn't even have to hunt for a boy; he came right after you." "I know. I never thought coming out would be like this." "It's easier when you're a pretty, sexy girl, babe," she said. "Everything in life is easier for sexy girls like us. You'll see." She sat across the room at her desk, facing me. "Can I ask you something, Mandy?" I looked down at my hands in my lap, watching the light shine on the rings around my fingers. Mandy owned so much pretty jewelry! "Sure, Joanne. You can ask me anything." I looked at her smiling face and felt better. "Can you really teach me how to make boys happy?" I felt my face flush from the heat of my blushing. I may have resolved myself to becoming a slut but I had a long way to go before thoughts of sex didn't embarrass me. "You mean ..." "Yeah, I mean everything," I said. Thoughts of my deficiencies flashed in my head. "I wish I had a vagina." My voice choked up. "Then I could be ... I could be ..." I looked down again because I couldn't talk anymore. "Don't cry, Joanne!" Mandy said, rushing over to kneel in front of me. "You'll spoil you make-up!" I couldn't help but smile at her joke. She took my hands in hers and gently rubbed and squeezed them. "Of course I'll teach you, doll-face!" I looked up with hope in my eyes. "I'll teach all you want to know about how to dress, how to walk and talk, how to flirt, how to kiss. Though from what Bob told me you're already pretty good at kissing." We both giggled at that. So is he," I said with a smile when I remembered the walk home with him. "And I'll teach you everything I know about sex. I'll teach you how to give head." She paused and squeezed my hands again. "And I'll teach you how to get fucked!" "But I don't ..." I almost felt like crying again. "So what if you don't have a vagina? You still have a pussy." She saw the confused look on my face. "You're sitting on it." I gasped. "That's right, Joanne. Girls like you can still get fucked in their pussies and, believe me, it's great!" "You mean ..." "Yeah," she said. "I've let boys do me there, if they want to. Not a lot of straight boys like to, but some do. And that's how queer boys, and girls like you, make love, honey." "Wow!" I said. "Doesn't it hurt?" When I thought of Bob's huge penis trying to fit inside my little hole I started to tremble, but I was also excited with the idea of Bob fucking me, making me a girl for real, almost. "The first time, yeah, it hurts some, especially if you're not ready. But it hurts the first time for a regular pussy, too. Even now, when a guy is really big and tries to push inside me before I'm wet enough, it hurts a little." I must have looked as confused as I felt. "Oh, you really are such an innocent one, aren't you?" she asked softly. "Don't worry your pretty head, babe. Mandy'll teach you, just like my mom taught me." "You're mom taught you?" I asked, incredulous. Mommy didn't even talk to me about sex; she would never teach me stuff like this. "Hell, yeah!" Mandy replied. "I'm only fourteen, too, silly. I've only been having sex since I was eleven. How else do you think I could know this much?" Mandy must have read my mind, because I was thinking about how she'd started when she said: "No, don't ask, Joanne. I don't wanna talk about my first time. Not yet." She stood up. "Wait a sec, I got a couple presents for ya." She got up and went to one side of her huge closet. She rummaged around a large, black chest on the floor for a minute or so. I could never have guessed what she was looking for but I soon found out. She stood up and hid something behind her in her hands. She walked back towards me, her hips swaying from side-to-side, even though she was barefoot; she had a silly grin on her face. "What did you get?" I asked. "Close your eyes, little girl, hold out your hand and I'll give you a nice surprise," she said. I did as she asked. I felt her put something in my hand that was long across my palm, and cool to the touch "Okay, open up!" When I opened my eyes I saw my very first dildo. It was about six inches long, bright pink, about an inch around, and shaped like an erect penis, even down to the flaring, mushroom-shaped head. I knew what penises looked like soft, I had seen plenty of them in the showers after P.E., and I had one of my own, of course; even though it was dwarfed by the dildo in my hand they still had the same basic shape. But this one was at least three times the size of my own shrinking little version. I just let it lay there in my open palm, mesmerized by it. "Go ahead, Joanne," Mandy urged with a whisper. "Hold it, get to know it. I know you want to." She giggled. "It won't bite." I giggled myself and let my fingers wrap around it. They just barely touched my thumb. As I gripped it, I could feel the little bumps that were shaped like veins. I used my other hand to pull the dildo through the light grip of my fingers until the base of the mushroom head rested against the top of my index finger. I looked at Mandy, confused. "Mom got that one for me for a Christmas present just after I started having sex. Isn't it just the cutest little cock you've ever seen? It's a perfect first cock." I sighed and thought she was right. It was wondrously, brightly cute and sexy. "But what's it for?" It felt like a stupid question but I had to ask it. "Well, now it's for teaching," she giggled. "What would a teacher call it? ... Oh yeah! ... a 'teacher's aide'. We're gonna use it to teach you to give head, and then how to take a cock into your pretty little pussy!" I was shocked. "It's so big!" I protested. She laughed like I'd made a really good joke. "I thought so, too, once upon a time. But take my word for it, babe. In no time at all you'll think this little guy is puny; especially after you've graduated to this one!" She pulled out her other hand from behind her back and shoved another dildo in front of my face. This one was a long, thick, perfect replica of an erect penis, complete with large, wrinkly testes at the bottom. It had to be at least ten inches long and two inches thick, with protruding veins, and a color somewhere between dark brown and black. "Here, take it," she said. I hesitated to even touch such a monster. "Do what I say, Joanne! Do you want me to teach you or not?" She thrust the black monster penis at me. "Take it!" I absently let the smaller dildo drop in my lap and took the monster from her with both hands. Where the other had felt cold and plastic, this one felt more rubbery; it seemed able to bend slightly, and it didn't feel cold at all. I looked at Mandy and she smiled encouragement, and nodded. "Mom got this one for my birthday last year. Isn't it the most beautiful thing?" I looked it over, lightly running my hand up and down its length. I nodded to Mandy. "It is a beautiful penis!" I pronounced. "Cock," Mandy said. "What?" "Only doctors and little girls use the word 'penis'. It's a cock. A cock. Say it!" "Cock," I said for the first of many times. "Cock, cock, cock." "Good girl," Mandy said. "You know that girl's don't have cocks. We have --" "A clitty," I interrupted, remembering what Mommy told me I had between my legs. "Clitty." I felt like I'd slipped into some weird, wonderful dream. Feelings came over me I didn't understand, thoughts of cocks and clitties, and the tingles running through me felt really good. I reached down between my slowly spreading legs and rubbed myself. The little dildo fell between my legs to the floor. I felt a delicious rush of tingles from my crotch flowing up through me to the nipples that had gotten hard the second I'd seen the monster dildo in my hand. "Clitty," I repeated, still rubbing myself. I took the large cock in my hand and did what I knew I had to do since I'd seen it: I kissed it and left a bright red imprint of my lips on the fleshy contours of its head. "Cock," I said to it, softly, lovingly. "Cock," I cooed. Mandy just watched me, her face curious and amused, her head tilted to one side. I'm sure she hadn't a clue what had come over me, and neither did I, really. I did know that I felt incredibly good since holding the monster in my hands, and I liked these feelings, a lot! "That's right, babe. Girls have a clitty; boys have a cock." She stood up, looming over me. I looked at her, dazed and dizzy, and I stared into her eyes. I felt ready for whatever she told me. "Tonight, I want you to practice with Tom, here," she said, squatting to pick up the smaller dildo from the floor. "I can see you're not ready for Dick yet." She took the large black dildo out of my hands, and I actually whimpered. I gratefully took the little one when she handed it back. "Don't worry, Joanne, you'll soon be getting all the Dick you can handle." When I only looked at her as confused as I felt, she laughed. She put the big dildo back in her chest in the closet, and said: "God, you are such an innocent little girl. But we'll make a cock-hungry slut out of you yet!" I looked at her with a serious expression: "I hope so!" I said, remembering my new mission in life. I clutched little Tom to my chest. "I can't wait!" "Don't worry, doll baby, you will be! One way or another. I have a good feeling." "So! What should I do, Ms. Wilson?" I asked as I sat up straight in my seat and proffered the dildo to her. This was a very different class in a very different school, but I was determined to be a good student; the other school mattered to me now only as a source of boys, and what I started to realize they could give me. "Okay, little girl, your first lesson will be in how to give good head," she said. "We'll learn about fucking another time." I blushed again, even though I was very excited with the way she was talking. "Okay, doll, you can't keep getting embarrassed when we talk about stuff like this. If you really wanna be the slut I know you do, you can't be so squeamish talking about sex, and especially not about doing it." She caressed my cheek. "It's your purpose to have sex, babe," she said quietly. "I know you understand." "I'm sorry," I said. I knew she was right, but this was still so new to me. "It's okay, Joanne." She went over to her bed and sat down. She patted a spot near her. "Come here and sit next to me." I got up, cradling the dildo between my little breasts, and sat next to her. She scooted over until our thighs were touching. "Hold Tom like this," she said. She got me to hold him in my hands so the head faced me, only inches from my lips. "Sometimes, when you first pull out a boy's cock out it won't be hard right away, unless he's really horny." I couldn't help but giggle. "Hey! This is serious!" she said, slapping me on my thigh. "Me, I like making them hard myself. It feels better somehow, and it's fun feeling a cock swelling in your mouth." While she was talking, she put an arm around me and started to caress my back and shoulders. Her other hand guided one of mine up and down the length of the dildo. "They like it when you do it like this, babe," she said. "Nice and slow, at first. It's too bad your Tom doesn't have any balls; boys like it when you play with their balls, too." "My Tom?" I asked. "He's yours now, Joanne," she said. "I'm giving him to you. I looked at Mandy with such a flood of warm feelings for her. She was so giving, so kind; I promised myself to try to be just like her. "My Tom," I said, looking at my dildo that we were still stroking up and down. She took her hand away from mine as I lovingly caressed Tom on my own. I loved how he felt in my hand. I wondered if a real cock would feel this good. "Just remember that when you're with a boy, his balls are very tender. Don't squeeze them too hard, unless you're trying to hurt him." "Why would I ever want to hurt a boy -- as if I could?" She smiled. "There're times when a boy might want to make you do things you don't wanna do. I'm sure you think you'll always wanna do whatever a boy wants you to, but trust me: it won't always be fun." She pulled my chin up so we were looking face to face. She gently patted my thigh. "Kicking a boy in the nuts, or squeezing them really hard, and then running away, is sometimes the only way to make him stop hurting you. Remember that, just in case." "Okay." I hoped I would never have to do that. "Now, after his cock starts to get hard is when you start using your mouth," she said. "You know how to eat a popsicle, babe?" I nodded. I loved popsicles but didn't get to have them much since Mommy had put me on my new diet. "Well, think of a cock as a warm, tasty popsicle that doesn't melt." I looked at her and returned her smile, and then looked back at the dildo. Without Mandy's prompting, and remembering how much I loved to eat popsicles, I stuck out my tongue and licked all over the head of the dildo. My mouth started watering and some of my saliva drooled out over the head and dribbled down the shaft to my hand. I moved my lips and tongue down the shaft, licking up my spit and swallowing it. When it was drier, I gave the head a kiss and smiled over the spots of lipstick on it, and on the underside of the shaft. "Like that?" I asked, turning to look at Mandy. She was looking at me with her eyes large and round. "Wow! That was great, Joanne! You sure you're a virgin?" We laughed. "Now try starting at the bottom and licking your way up to the head." I started to do what she'd asked. "That's it, babe," she encouraged. "The first couple minutes with a cock, take it nice and slow. That's it. Now give the head a good lick, yeah, that's good." I opened my mouth and let my lips open wider and slide over the head until it was all the way in, and then let it slide out. I kissed and licked my way back down. "Good job, Joanne!" She patted me on the thigh. "Now, do all of that again, only flick your tongue like this on the way up." She opened her mouth and I watched her flick her tongue in and out, and from side-to-side, very fast. I opened my mouth and tried to mimic her. "Great!" So I went back to the dildo, and I licked and kissed it up and down, sliding my tongue sometimes fast, sometimes slow, all over the shaft. When I got to the head, I lapped at it quickly, thinking of how a snake's tongue looked. The imitation pee-hole tickled the tip of my tongue but I licked at it, then around it, then over the head until I'd sucked it back into my mouth. All the while I was doing this I was getting more and more excited. My nipples were hard and tingly, my clitty tingly and soft. My hand at the base of the dildo was shiny with the saliva I was drooling out. I slid the dildo further in a little bit and felt the head rubbing against the inside of my lips. Just as I was about to pull it back out, Mandy grabbed the hand holding the dildo at the base and put her other hand on the back of my head. "No, Joanne, slide your lips down Tom, breathe through you nose. That's it, babe." I could feel the head sliding over my tongue, the bumps and ridges of the fake veins tickling my lips. She kept pushing the dildo into my mouth. I could feel my saliva pooling up in my mouth and I couldn't figure out how to swallow with my mouth wide open. "Keep licking, babe." I did as she said, slathering my spit all over the dildo's shaft. I slid my tongue back and forth, and then out and in, and around the sides of the dildo as much as I could. "Roll your lips over your teeth as he slides in, that's good, good girl!" When the head got to the back of my throat I started to gag. Mandy immediately started sliding it back out. "Flick that tongue, Joanne. Yeah, you got it!" We repeated that several more times; after the second time, Mandy took her hand from my head and started caressing my back and shoulders again. She used her other hand to caress my thigh. I was feeling so good by then. "Now, put it all together, Joanne. That's it!" She kept encouraging me as I licked and kissed the dildo up and down, and then sucked it back in as far as I could. "Fast now, faster!" I kept at it until my hands and the dildo were dripping drool all over my lap. My jaw was starting to ache, but I just couldn't stop myself. Holding and sucking on the dildo felt so good; it filled my mouth and my mind. All I could think of was licking, kissing and sucking this wonderful toy cock. Finally, Mandy said: "Stop!" I pulled the dildo out of my still sucking mouth with a little 'pop!', gasping and panting, my mouth hanging open, a little drool dripping from the corner of my lips and down my chin. My forehead was a little damp with sweat and I felt warm and tingly all over. "By now, if that'd been a real cock, you'd have cum filling that sweet mouth of yours, or splashed all over your pretty face. You're a natural!" "Cum?" I looked at her quizzically. I clutched the dildo to my chest, feeling the wetness through my thin top. "What's that?" She looked at me like I'd said something stupid. "You're kidding, right?" I shook my head. "How could you not know what cum is? Haven't you ever cum before?" Again, I shook my head 'no' and licked the drool on my lips and swallowed. She rolled her eyes up at the ceiling and sighed. She took the wet dildo from my hands and set it on her nightstand. She looked deep into my eyes, kissed me on the cheek and hugged me. I had no idea what she was talking about and I was afraid I'd disappointed her. "I'm sorry, Mandy," I choked out. I didn't want to start crying but it sure felt as though I would any minute. My emotions seemed to be on a roller-coaster of manic happiness and horrendous despair, sometimes. "You didn't do anything wrong, babe. It's not your fault," she said, squeezing me hard. She pulled apart and held my shoulders in her hands. She saw the tears welling up in my eyes. "Don't cry, Joanne!" She smiled. "I'm just so surprised is all. I thought for sure you'd had lots of cums at your age. I saw you rubbing your crotch over there, so I just assumed you did that a lot." "I did it sometimes, when my clitty still got hard, but I don't do it much anymore." "What? Your clitty doesn't get hard anymore? But it used to?" I nodded my head. "Doesn't it feel good when you play with yourself?" I nodded again. "But nothing happens with it when I do." "You really are just learning, aren't you? Didn't your mother or father teach you *anything*?" "No, not yet." "Wow. I'm sorry, Joanne. I know you love your mom and dad and all, but they're not being good parents if they don't talk to you about stuff like this. There's stuff girls our age have gotta know." I was sure she meant that "birds and bees" thing people on television sometimes joked about. I'd learned what sex was by then, and I knew I would be having some, with Mandy's help, hopefully soon. But I had a feeling she was talking about something else. "You mean, like what cum is?" "Yeah, that, and other things. How to have a cum and why it's important to have them a lot so you stay healthy. Mom taught me that stuff a long time ago. Your mom should have had that talk with you, too." She turned on the bed to face me, so I got up and sat to face her with my legs crossed in front of me. I wanted to hear every word, and learn as much as I could, if it would mean being a better slut. "I guess I'll have to do that for you. First off, Joanne, you know that boys and girls are built different?" "Sure, I have a little brother and sister. I've seen her naked lots of times, and I saw lots of boys in the showers at school before I became a girl." "Have you ever seen a grown up girl naked, babe?" I shook my head 'no'. I'd seen Mommy in her nightgowns and stuff but that was the closest to naked I'd ever seen her. "Alright, let's get that out of the way right now," Mandy said. She got up from the bed, slipped her red tank-top over her head, and then reached behind her back to unsnap her red bra. She saw me just sitting there watching. "You too." I looked at her in surprise. "Come on, don't be shy. Remember what I said about not being squeamish? Now strip!" I hurriedly got off the bed and repeated her actions. Soon we were both naked, standing face to face. Mandy was a little taller than me in our stocking feet, and way more girly in her shape. I couldn't help but stare in awe at her beautiful body: her gently sloping shoulders; her chest with two full, round breasts, decorated with large brownish-pink areoles and thick, pink pointy nipples; her torso sloped down to a narrow waist where it met her wide flaring, rounded hips; her slender, girlish thighs drifted down to cute, knobby knees atop nicely muscled calves, delicate ankles and dainty little feet. But it was the V at the top of her thighs that drew my eyes back up. There was a little gap in her thighs at the top where her reddish-brown pubic hair was trimmed to a narrow little strip in the center above her clean-shaven, puffy pink vagina lips. I couldn't take my eyes away from something so beautiful. Mandy let me stare at her there a few more seconds before she slowly turned, and that's when I saw the most perfect bottom I'd ever imagined: it was full and round, and hung down just a little like two large, firm pears split by a cleavage as sexy as any woman's breasts. Her bottom was better than mine, and I'd thought mine was nice until I saw hers. "Mandy, you are just so beautiful!" I gushed when she was facing me again. I knew that if my Daddy saw her, he'd want her more than me. "I wish I could be just like you!" "Thanks, babe," she said. "You're pretty good looking yourself, ya know." I blushed at her compliment. "Turn around, let me see all of you." I did my little slow twirl, standing on my tippy-toes, and holding my arms out. She came up to me and smiled. She reached out and cupped one of my little breasts. "How did you get these?" she asked. She let her thumb press against a nipple, causing them both to erect. "Well, parts of you still get hard." We both laughed. Her touch felt really nice; she kept cupping and caressing my breast with her warm hand. "They started growing after Mommy gave me some special medicine," I answered. "It was a little while after that that my clitty stopped getting hard all the time." I don't know why I told Mandy that; I'm sure Mommy wanted it to stay a secret, though she'd never said so to me. But I felt that I could trust Mandy about it, and the tingles in my breasts had spread through me down to my clitty, so it was tough to concentrate. "This 'special' medicine has done some other things, too." Mandy took her other hand and placed it on my slightly rounded hip. I gasped when I felt her touch me, and the tingles got more intense as she rubbed my hip, and slid her hand around to cup my little bubbly bottom cheek, and rubbed her pussy lips against my crotch. I started breathing faster, and felt warm all over, but really good. "Oh god, Mandy!" I gasped out. "What are you doing?" I didn't know why she was touching me like that but I didn't want her to stop. I was more than a little confused, too, because I thought she liked boys, and I know I did. I just didn't understand what was happening to me, or why it felt so good for her to touch me. "Don't worry, babe," she cooed to me in my ear before she kissed it. "It's time for you to find out what a cum is, and Mandy's gonna show you." My eyes had been closed since she's stepped so close but now they flew wide open. I tried to look at her, but she was licking my ear-lobe around the earring. She pulled back a little, stepped around so I was between the bed and her. "Lay down, now. That's a good girl." I did as she asked and laid down in the middle of her bed. I watched her climb in and squat with her legs straddled on either side of my hips. She reached out and caressed my face, her fingers smoothed out my furrowed brows. "I guess I should tell ya, doll baby: I like boys and girls both, and you, ya little fox, are perfect! I've wanted to get you in bed since the first day of school." She smiled at the surprised look on my face. She leaned over, put her hands on either side of my chest and lowered her face to mine. "I saw the way you looked at me, sweetie. I can recognize that look a mile off. And Mom told me how your eyes almost popped out of your face when you saw her yesterday. She dressed like that to give you a little test, and you passed. So, I think you like girls, too. Don't fight it." She kissed me hard on the lips, and at that moment I realized she must be right because her soft, warm body laying on top of mine felt really good. I wrapped my arms around her back and returned her kiss. It was different than kissing a boy. Her lips were softer, there was no stubble on her lip or chin, and she didn't try to force her tongue into my mouth. I could feel our lipsticks smearing together and thought it was a good thing we were sharing the same shade of red. I tentatively gave her lips a gentle lick and she opened her mouth to mine and our tongues playfully danced. She pulled away her lips and started kissing my face, my cheeks, my chin, my eyelids, my brows, my forehead.. "Oh, Mandy!" I moaned out. She just kept kissing and licking, down my neck, over my shoulder. I closed my eyes as her long hair slid across my face. I breathed in the clean, strawberry scent deeply in and out slowly, and then I felt Mandy's lips flutter down the top of my chest. When her kisses reached my breasts my eyes flew back open. I sucked in a gasp when her lips wrapped around an erect little nipple; the feeling of her lips and tongue was so intense I squealed. I almost didn't notice her hand playing with my other breast. She quickly went to the other nipple, and pressed a fingertip against the still wet first one, and rubbed it. I almost cried as she moved her mouth down to my tummy, kissing and licking all the way, leaving my breasts untouched but tingling, with nipples still hard and wet. I couldn't leave them that way so my hands went from playing with her hair to cupping and caressing my breasts, sliding my palms over my wet nipples and then rubbing and lightly pinching them. And then her warm, wet kissing mouth reached my crotch. After a second or so of kissing, she stopped. "I want you to start shaving yourself down here, babe," I heard her say from below me. I wasn't very hairy down there, but if she wanted it gone then I'd do it for her, if it meant feeling like this. "Anything you want, Mandy. Anything," I replied, looking down at her lust-filled face, tilted up to look at me, her eyes half-closed and tongue slightly poking out between her lips. She used her hands to spread my legs. I laid my head back down on the pillow and went back to playing with my boobies. Mandy started to lick and kiss my little clitty. "Where's your balls, Joanne?" she asked me. I was so entranced with the sensations flowing through me it took me a moment to understand her question. It was so long since I'd even thought of my testes. I could feel her playing with the wrinkly skin of my empty scrotum, pulling it and stretching it with her fingers. "What? Oh, them. Mommy said I had to put them back inside me when I became a girl." I sat up on my elbows and looked down as Mandy played with my clitty. The feelings from that were so nice; I almost felt bad about not being able to be hard for her. "They stopped dropping back out about a month or so ago. Is that bad?" "Not for you, babe. It's cool!" She went back to suckling and licking my clitty. I laid back down, pinching and rubbing my nipples again. I pulled my heels up as close as I could to my bottom so my legs could spread wider. I was feeling so incredibly good, the tingling was now all over my body, even down to my toes. I was sweating and panting and moaning. Just as the sensations in my crotch became so intense I thought I was on fire and freezing at the same time, Mandy slipped a finger into my pussy-hole, slowly, wriggling it around inside me, until I felt her hand touching me; then she slowly pulled it out, still wriggling, then back in, and out, soon moving it rhythm with her mouth moving up and down my clitty. Within seconds, the pleasure in my crotch and in my pussy and in my breasts exploded in me. I lay there and spasmed as wave after wave of electric, tingling icy-fiery pleasure flowed through me and I saw stars flashing behind my tightly shut eyelids. I was whimpering and moaning out Mandy's name over and over. My legs were pulled as wide apart as I could, knees bent, my heels raised up. The pleasure was so intense I didn't mind the pain I felt in my breasts from my clutching and squeezing hands. *** *** *** I must have passed out or something, because my next conscious sensation was the feeling of someone kissing me softly on the lips. I felt warm, soft skin touching me the length of my body. I opened my eyes to see Mandy's smiling, beautiful face above me. Her eyes were sparkling and happy. My hands were still on my breasts, my legs flopped wide. My body was still tingling all over in a nice, warm buzzy feeling. I felt so relaxed, so good. I was giddy with happiness and love. "What happened?" I asked Mandy, still a little dazed and absent-mindedly caressing my breasts. She was propped up with her arm, and caressed me slowly down my body, her fingers lightly touching and flickering on my skin. When her hand reached my clitty she idly played with it between her fingers, like a little cigar. "You just had a cum, doll," she said with a laugh. "That was a cum?!" I said, looking with wide eyes at this beautiful, magical girl. "Oh yeah, sweetie." She leaned over and kissed me softly. "And from the way you were acting and sounding, it must've been pretty good." "It was wonderful! Amazing! Thank you, thank you!" I held my arms open and she leaned over on top of me, and we kissed for a bit, tenderly, sweetly. When she leaned back up again, I asked her: "Can I have another one, please? Please?!" I know I was begging but I wanted to feel that way again, and again and again. Mandy started laughing and I couldn't help but join her. "I think I've created an addict," she said aloud, still laughing. "If you're really nice to Tom tonight, maybe you two'll figure something out," she whispered and then playfully kissed the tip of my nose. "Oh," I said, a little disappointed. I turned and looked up at the ceiling as an idea popped into my head. I looked back at Mandy with a huge grin. "Oh! Yeah!" I said excitedly. "And I don't know what you mean about this thing not getting hard anymore, babe." She flipped my clitty back and forth with her fingers again. "It popped up nice and stiff as soon as my finger started playing around with your pussy." "It did?" I was surprised. I'd been so overwhelmed with pleasure I didn't even notice that my clitty had gotten hard for the first time in a long time. "Yep! Though as soon as you as you finished squirting, and my finger was out, it got soft again. You just needed the right button pushed is all." "Button?" I had buttons? Like a blouse? "Umm hmm! Everybody has little things that get them really turned on, or pushed over the edge to have a cum," she said matter-of-factly. "I guess your big button is having something in your pussy. Good thing, too, considering the kind of girl you are." She made so much sense. I was thinking about playing with Tom, pretending he was a boy that I would get hard with my mouth, and then let him fuck me, when I remembered something else Mandy had said. "You said I squirted? I peed in your mouth? I'm so sorry!" How could have done such a nasty thing? "No, silly girl!" she said, lightly slapping me on the tummy. She left her hand there and softly rubbed my skin. "Your clitty squirted cum! That's what comes out of cocks and clitties like yours when you have a cum. That's why it's called that." She kissed my cheek. "Next time, don't pass out and I'll share some with you." I was overcome with curiosity. I put my legs together and turned on my side to face her, folding my arms up in front of me with my hands in little fists under my chin. Mandy let her hand slide over me as I turned, and rested it on my hip and caressed me some more. I could feel a little wetness on her fingers. "What does it taste like?" I asked her. "Boy's and girl's cums are different, Joanne. Boy cum is sometimes thick, sometimes not, depending on how long it's been since he's had a cum. It's slimy, and a little gooey sometimes, like runny eggs." "Eww! I hate runny eggs!" I said, making a face. "Get used to it, babe, because if you wanna make boys happy you'll be eating a lot of it." "Couldn't I just spit it out?" I asked. I had no idea where I'd spit out gooey, runny egg stuff, but I didn't like the idea of stuff like that. "Sure, you could if you were some other kind of girl. Do you want to be the slut you said you wanted to be? Sluts swallow, doll, and they like it! Besides, the rest of the taste is really great. A little salty, a little sweet! I love it!" "Why is boy's cum so thick?" I thought that maybe if it wasn't so thick it wouldn't be so icky-sounding. "Because it's filled with all their little spermies trying to find a girl's egg to make babies with! That's why girls have to take birth control pills, or make boys wear a rubber, so we don't have a baby unless we want one." "What's a rubber?" I knew what 'the pill' was; I'd learned that much at lunch with the girls when the subject came up the day before, when they joked about me dating boys and asked if I was 'on the pill.' But I had so many other questions. It seemed like every time she answered one, another one would pop into my head. I was so grateful to Mandy for teaching me all these things I needed to know. "It's a rubbery plastic tube you roll over a boy's cock so his spermies don't get inside here when we fuck." When she said 'here' she pointed to the slight roundness just under her belly button. "I'm on the pill, but it doesn't hurt to be careful anyway. I also make a boy wear one when I give him head if I just met him." "Why, Mandy? You can't get pregnant sucking cocks, can you?" "No, silly, but sometimes boys are dirty down there, or they might have some disease, and you don't want that." A disease? Yuck! I hoped Bob didn't have any thing wrong with him. "What about a girl's cum? What does that taste like?" I asked. "Girls cum isn't thick or gooey at all, it's almost like boy's pre-cum, but it's so much tastier than pre-cum, I think, even though boy's pre-cum can sometimes be really sweet." She closed her eyes and licked her lips when she said that. It had to be really good, if Mandy liked it. I just knew I had to find out about all kinds of cum, like the proper slut I wanted to be. "What's pre-cum?" I asked. It's what comes out of a boy's cock when he's really hot and close to cumming. You'll feel it squirt out a little as you're blowing him, especially if you squeeze his cock like I showed you." Mandy smiled and slid her hand around to my front and tickled my clitty with her finger. "And that's just what your cum tasted like, babe. You tasted so very sweet but you passed out before I could kiss some into your mouth." "I didn't have any spermies?" "Not that I could tell, honey, but that's okay. Only boys have spermies, and you're a girl, right?" She slid her hand up my thigh to my hip. I nodded. "It's probably because of that medicine you've been taking. I bet you don't even *have* balls anymore." "Is that where it comes from?" Did that mean I could never make babies? I felt so sad all of a sudden. I guess my expression showed my feelings. "What's wrong, sweetie?" she asked me. "Yeah, spermies come from a boy's balls. So what if you don't have them anymore? You don't want them if you're a girl." She wrapped her arm over me and held me close. "I know, Mandy, it's just that I'm so confused. I wanted ... I wanted to be a mommy one day but I guess that can't happen now." I turned my head down and covered my face with my hands as I started crying. "Honey, even if you got a vagina, you still wouldn't be able to have babies like a woman. Regular girls have a womb and stuff inside them, but you don't, and you can't get that. I'm so sorry, baby," she said as I started sobbing. After I calmed down I realized what she'd said about getting a vagina. "How can I get a vagina? I don't believe in magic anymore!" After all the love and kindness she'd showed me, was she teasing me about something I wanted so badly? If she was, I was going to be really upset! "Joanne, there are special doctors that help girls like you. I thought you knew that because of the medicine you take. That's part of what the doctors do for you." We pulled apart, and I looked at her after wiping the tears from my eyes. She had a worried expression on her face. "There are?" "Yeah, babe," she kissed my lips. "They can take that little thing between your legs and turn it into a nice, tight pussy just perfect for fucking." She pulled me close again. "And you can fuck as much as you want and not have to worry about getting pregnant!" I snuggled into her embrace and kissed her shoulder. I could feel my little clitty brushing up against her vagina lips and it tickled. "How come you know so much about this stuff, Mandy?" I knew it wasn't from health class; we didn't take that until the second half of ninth grade. "Someone I know went through the same thing you're going through, doll," she said. "Maybe I'll tell you her story one day, but not now, okay?" "Okay." I pulled back a little and looked at her. "Mandy, you've been so great to me! You're such a great teacher and I loved how you made me have a cum." "I loved doing it, too, sweets," she said. We kissed for a couple minutes. "Umm ... maybe you could teach me how to make you have a cum?" I asked. She hugged me close again. "You are such a doll, babe. I'd really like to do that but it's gettin' kinda late. You gotta get home soon, don'tcha?" She turned and looked at the clock on her nightstand. "Oh, crap!" I scooted around to look at the clock. It was almost 5:30! Daddy would already be home by now, and I was really late. I was going to be in so much trouble! "I'm so sorry, Joanne!" Mandy said. "It's okay, Mandy, it was such a fun day!" And it really was. I'd learned so much, and having my first cum was wonderful! I couldn't wait to have another one. We rushed getting me dressed; Mandy just slipped her g-string panties back on. We got my face cleaned up as quickly as we could. I shrugged my shoulders at the traces of liner still around my eyes. Too late to worry about that now, I figured. Mandy put the dildo in my purse. "Practice with Tom as much as you can, sweetie," she said. "Bring him with you tomorrow and after school I'll show you how much better he is than a finger!" She laughed as she said that, and I just stared at her in wonder. Just before leaving her room she stopped me. "Joanne, honey, please don't be mad, but if you're gonna hang out with us," she said, "you really need to dress the part." She waved up at down at my clothes. I was wearing just some loose fitting grey slacks, a maroon pull-over top, and tennis shoes. It was the 'nice' girl image Mommy wanted me to have, and it sure didn't spark Daddy's eyes like some of my pink and girly play clothes did. Of course, my delicate white, lacey bra and tight white panties with little bows on the side probably would. "You can't come to school dressed like this and fit in with the girls." "But what I wore yesterday is the only sexy outfit I have!" I protested. "And Mommy doesn't like me dressing so sexy anyway." I briefly wondered if I could trust Mandy with the real truth, that if Daddy saw me dressed like I wanted, he'd take me before I was ready, before Mandy taught me all I needed to know to make him happy. But I was too afraid she would think I was weird and hate me. "I should have guessed," she said quietly. "Tell ya what: why don't you come over here extra early before school, say around 7:30? You're a little smaller than me but I bet I have a ton of stuff that'd fit ya. We'll get you dressed up right, fix up your face and hair the way you like it, add some shinies and such, and you'll be a total boy magnet. How's that sound, babe?" She smiled her adorable smile and my heart soared. I just looked at her for a second before wrapping her up in my arms and holding her tight, my high-pitched voice squealing out "thank you's". I ran my hands over her soft skin and kissed her neck and shoulders over and over. I promised myself that I would do anything she asked me, no matter what, and that I'd learn how to make her as happy as I was going to make the boys.