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Family Girl Copyright (c) 2011 by Cody Although many elements of this story are fiction, much of it is based on my real-life experiences coming of age in the mid- to late-70's. Disclaimer: this story contains subjects that are not suitable for all audiences, such as underage sex, homosexuality and references to incest. If such things are illegal in your area, stop reading now. If such things offend you, I can't help but to wonder: what were you were thinking when you accessed this story? :-) Author's warning: As mentioned, this story contains occasional depictions of underage and homosexual sex and 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 please keep reading. Preface to Part 5: Some parts of this story have been very difficult for me to write; what is happening to Joanne is not something that should ever happen to any child, however innocent they are, or not. But things similar to this do happen in real-life, and the memories that plague a writer attempting to fictionalize episodes from their own life sometimes force it to be more "real" than might be enjoyable to read, let alone write. This won't be the last part of the story where there are passages that some readers will just skip over. But I hope that the majority of you will have the patience to give me a chance to tell the whole story, because not all of it is bad. Some of it will be quite fun, in the way that a lot of stories are. And though I can't promise a totally happy ending, I can promise that evil will be subdued and good will prevail -- after a fashion. *** *** *** Part 5 I almost ran home, slowed only by my book bag, and thankful I'd worn tennis shoes that day. All the way there, I couldn't get the last sight I had of Mandy out of my head. I was standing at the door, waving good- bye; she was standing at the top of the stairs looking down at me, still dressed only her tight black g-string, one bent-kneed leg slightly turned to the side, one hand on a hip, the other caressing the little carved ball at the top of the banister; her face was in a smile, and her eyes were twinkling. I knew in my heart that at that moment I loved her; and, in a way I only barely understood, I now belonged to her. Her last words to me also echoed loudly in my head: "Don't forget to do your homework, babe." I knew she wasn't talking about any assignment from the teachers of Monticello Junior High. She was talking about the tutoring I received from *her*. I was already thinking about how and when I could do my 'homework' with my dildo, Tom. I couldn't let Rita see me playing with him; after her reaction to the way I'd been dressed the day before; she'd probably freak out if she saw me with a dildo. I would have to wait until she was asleep, and try to be quiet. I knew there was no way I could try doing as Mandy had said, and put him inside my pussy; it would probably make me have a cum, and then I'd wake up my entire family if I was as noisy as I'd been at Mandy's house. I decided it was better to just save that for the privacy of my time with Mandy, and practice with my mouth at home, when I could. I walked in the front door of my house and heard the television playing in the living room. I could smell the aroma of dinner; it smelled like one of Mommy's best dishes: chicken enchiladas. Figuring I was in trouble, I headed straight for my bedroom. I managed to get there, hopefully unnoticed. I quickly changed into some blue canvas shorts and a white pull-over top with cute little blue and pink anchors and little fishes printed all over it. I slipped on some flip-flops before heading to the living room. In the living room I saw Darryl and Rita on opposite ends of the couch watching a Gilligan's Island rerun. Daddy was asleep in his easy chair, feet propped up, hands at his sides, snoring softly. He was so cute when he was like that, his mouth slightly open. I sighed to myself and hoped that one day he would love me, for me. When Darryl saw me standing off to the side, he glared at me. I'd learned through the grapevine at school that the seventh-graders were teasing him a lot because of me. I felt bad for him, but there wasn't anything I could do except be nice to him at home. I smiled at his glare and he went back to watching television. I sat next to Rita and she snuggled up to me. "Mommy's upset," she whispered. "I know, I'm late," I whispered back. "Did you have fun at school today, looking sexy for the boys?" she teased me. She lightly tickled me on my chest below my boobies to show she was kidding. "You saw how I dressed this morning," I responded. "I wasn't sexy." "I wish you didn't have to dress sexy," she said. "The girls at school think I'm like you, and they call you and me names. They have older brothers and sisters, too, ya know." "You know why I have to be sexy! For Daddy," I whispered. Out of the corner of my eye, I was sure Darryl had turned to look in our direction. "I'm only being a girl so Daddy will keep us," I said softly into her ear. She turned her pretty face and looked up at me. "Don't lie, Joanne," she whispered back. "I know you love being a girl, and I know you like boys, and I know you love being sexy for them." She laid her head back on my boobies, and rubbed her ear against my nipples. "Tammy knows more about sex than anyone I know," she said. "And she told me that nipples and pee-pees never lie." She was right. The minute she mentioned being sexy for boys my nipples got hard, just thinking about them touching me. "Tammy doesn't know everything," I retorted. I didn't know who her friend was, but she seemed like someone who knew too much about sex for a girl Rita's age. I wondered if she was related to one of my friends from the clique at school. A part of me said that girls Rita's age shouldn't know as much as Tammy seemed to, but another part of me was jealous that she did. I comforted myself with the knowledge that Mandy would help me catch up, and I would soon know all I needed to know to please boys. And my Daddy. "You're getting a reputation, already, you know?" Rita said. "Tammy's big sister is in your Home Ec class, and she told Tammy all about how you looked yesterday, with all that make-up and everything. Tammy and I talked about it today." "What?" I'd only dressed sexy once. How could I have a reputation already? Sure, I'd started to hang out with Mandy and my new friends. It wasn't like I didn't want a reputation. I *did. I knew that when I showed up in school the next day that it would really start. How else could I get close to the boys and learn how to please them? But after only three days? "Who's Tammy's sister?" I asked. "Melody," she said. "Melody Jones." That made sense. I thought back to the day before and remembered the smirk Melody had on her face as I talked about my outfit, and how I'd hoped boys would like it. And, of course, having the same lunch period as me, I'm sure she'd seen me sitting with the girls that already had the reputation I wanted. All I could think to respond with was: "That figures." "Are you really a slut, Joanne?" Rita asked in all seriousness. I sat there, watching Gilligan doing his usual stupid antics and ruining yet another escape from that island, and I wondered how my baby sister could even say the word 'slut'. She was only ten years old! Did she even know what that word meant? She knew I was changing to become Daddy's girl, but did she really know what Daddy wanted from me? I thought back to her plea for me to do what Daddy wanted so we could have a father, and my heart ached. I wanted a father, too, more than I wanted to admit, and my baby sister needed a Daddy as much as I did. But she wanted Daddy to be our father, not a boyfriend. I knew that that's what Daddy would have to become, to me, for him to keep us. I would have to be his girl, just the way Bob wanted me to be, and with everything that went with it. I wanted a father, too, and for him to be *just* a father -- not a boyfriend -- but that wasn't how it was going to be. I sighed, and my head started to hurt again, the more these thoughts swirled around. Rita had no idea what it was going to mean for me to have to make Daddy happy enough to keep us. I'd learned enough from Mandy already to have a pretty good idea what I had to do, but I knew I wasn't good enough yet, I wasn't ready, not even close. If I tried to please Daddy now he'd hate me, and then he'd kick us all out to the street. I couldn't let that happen. These thoughts went through my mind in flash. I realized I needed someone besides Mommy, someone that knew what was happening and why, even if they didn't understand the details, to talk to. I couldn't tell Mandy any of this; if she knew, she'd probably get so upset she'd tell her mother and her mother would tell someone else, and pretty soon there'd be flashing blue and red lights outside the house with tall men in dark uniforms wearing badges, and then things would be even worse. Finally, after what seemed liked a long while but wasn't more than a few seconds, I answered her. "Not yet," I said, feeling good about finally admitting what I knew to be my destiny, to someone. "Hurry up," Rita responded. "I'm scared." She snuggled closer to me, and wrapped an arm around my waist. Why would she be scared? "Scared of what?" I asked, still whispering. She turned her head up, and looked at me. "I'm not stupid, Joanne. I don't know a lot, but I think I know what Daddy wants from you. Tammy and I talk a lot about stuff. No! I didn't tell her about you and Daddy!" she said, probably in response to the alarmed look on my face. She wasn't smiling, though. "People are talking about you, even in my class. Sorry big sister! They can be mean sometimes, can't they? Anyway, Tammy knows a lot about sex. Her daddy likes her; just the way I know Daddy wants to like you. She's told me all about it. How much it hurts, and how dirty it makes her feel, and how scared she is all the time; but that sometimes it makes her feel nice, now, even when he makes a sticky mess all over her. Her brother tried to help her, but her daddy beat him up so much that he doesn't say anything anymore; he just hides with his boyfriend." She turned away and rested her head against my chest again. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My baby sister was talking so matter-of-fact about something my reading at the library said was so totally wrong. I knew that one day I would have to do with Daddy what Rita said Tammy had been doing with her father. But I'd convinced myself that Daddy keeping us was worth the seemingly small price I had to pay to become a girl for him. I'd thought Daddy was just different, that he just liked 'sissy' girls like me. And maybe that was true. But Rita's story about her obviously dear friend Tammy made me realize that there was another kind of 'father' out there; one that would do to their real girl what Daddy wanted to do to me. And I couldn't help but feel anger and rebellion at that, no matter how I wanted Daddy to keep us. I'd been raised with the notion that girls were better than boys. I'd accepted that without question all my life. And, since I wasn't born a girl, since I'd been born a boy, becoming a girl for Daddy was like being promoted, and so that helped make being with him seem okay, too. The fact that Mommy, Rita and Darryl would be happy made the idea even better. But from what Rita said, I got the idea that a father making a girl do what I knew I would have to do wasn't always good. I mean, I was just a 'sissy' girl and I wanted to be a girly slut. I wasn't a real girl, so what did it matter what happened to me? But what if a girl didn't want it? What if being with her father hurt her and made her feel dirty, like Rita said about Tammy? How could that be okay? Shouldn't a girl be happy with a man, even if he was her daddy? I started to doubt that idea, and that made me start to doubt whether or not Daddy should have me. But I had to let him have me; it would mean staying a family, even if ours would be a little different. My head was really starting to hurt then. "She hates being with her daddy, Joanne," she said to me with a choked whisper. "I'm scared that if you don't make Daddy happy somehow ... if you don't let him ... then I'll have to ... and I just couldn't, not after what Tammy told me!" Rita started crying on my shoulder, repeating over and over how sorry she was to ask me to do what I had to do. I cuddled her, and cooed to her. By then, Gilligan's Island had changed to the local news and, while someone went on blathering about some idiot people named 'Nixon' and 'Ford' and 'Kissinger', all I could think to do was hold my baby sister close. I knew exactly what she was scared of now, and I knew that I couldn't let her feel like her friend Tammy. Not ever! I whispered to her through her tears: "Shhh, baby," I whispered to her. "Don't worry: I'll do whatever Daddy wants, baby. No matter what. You don't have to do anything. I'll be Daddy's girl." I kept repeating those things, and other nonsense, to her over and over. After a few minutes, I looked up. Darryl was gone, but Daddy was awake. He was staring at me so intently I thought I would melt. His blue eyes looked like they were going to burn right through me as I cradled my baby sister, while she cried and cried. I looked at Daddy and smiled, even though I was crying, too. He just kept smiling with a glint in his eye. *** *** *** As it turned out, I wasn't in real trouble at all for being late. Mommy was just upset and worried that I hadn't called to let her know. At dinner hardly a word was spoken and Rita and I hardly even took a bite. We helped Mommy clean up after while Daddy went back to watch television with a beer and Darryl went to his room. I felt so nervous the whole time and I had no idea how to react to anything. That night, we watched a new show on television, about a little girl growing up on the prairie after the Civil War. I was choked up and almost crying during the opening of the show, when I saw Laura and her sisters frolicking down a hill covered in green, billowing grass and looking so happy and care-free. By the end I was wishing my name was Laura Ingalls and that my Daddy was as wonderfully nice as hers seemed to be. I just knew that Laura's daddy would never ever demand from her what I knew my daddy wanted from me. I was very glad that after that show it was bedtime; by then I was curled up on the floor at Mommy's feet, my cheeks wet with tears. Sleep, and dreams, seemed so much better than having to be afraid and confused. Rita and I changed into our nighties; hers a white and pink cotton one with lacey trim, and a cartoon of Tinkerbell on the front; mine was a long, blue nylon one, with an empire waist that made my boobies seem bigger somehow, and it had even more lace on the bodice, collar, hem and capped sleeves than Rita's. The soft fabric of the nightie and matching panties caused my nipples to erect and those wonderful tingly feelings started. I think Mommy noticed how hard my nipples were because her brows furrowed when she glanced at my chest. As Mommy tucked me in, I said: "I'm sorry for being late home, Mommy." I watched her beautiful face. She tried to smile but I could tell she wasn't happy. "I promise to call next time." After she tucked Rita in, and had turned off the overhead light, she came and sat down on my bed. In the glow of the night-light, she caressed my face and forehead for a couple minutes, with a sad expression on her face, even though she seemed to want to smile. She leaned over me and whispered: "Thank you, baby girl. I don't want to have to worry about you any more than I already do. You can stay out until 7:00, honey, or later, if you want, as long as you call to let me know." I looked up at her in wonder. She leaned over me and whispered: "The less you're here, the less your daddy will see you." She smiled. "You know what I mean, baby," she said, looking me in the eyes. "I know you do." Mommy no longer made any sense to me at all. She had told me on my fourteenth birthday that I was to be Daddy's girl; that the medicine she gave me was to turn my body into a girl's so that I could be with Daddy, and so save our family. Yet every time I seemed about to be sexy for Daddy, Mommy made it seem like doing what I was supposed to do was the exact opposite of what she wanted. If I wasn't going to be Daddy's girl, then Rita would have to be, and from what she'd told me about her friend Tammy, I just couldn't let that happen. I couldn't! The idea of my sister suffering like her friend made my tummy twist in knots. "I'm sorry, Mommy, I don't' understand at all." She looked at me for a minute. "Joanne, honey, I love you so much, but I wish you didn't have to be here at all, because if you're here, then you're tempting your daddy to do what he wants." Tears started to well in her eyes. "Oh, baby, don't you know that what your daddy wants is wrong?" "I know it's wrong, Mommy." I kissed the hand that was caressing my cheek. "But that doesn't matter." I smiled at her confused frown. "Daddy wants me to be his, so he'll keep us. Then I'll be his; I'll be his girl." I paused. "I just want us to be happy." "Oh, darling!" Mommy said. She looked down at me, tears running down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry I can't protect you!" She leaned over me and hugged me as best she could, her chest heaving. "Your Daddy is so strong, and so powerful, and he has so many friends in this town. I'm so afraid of what he could do to us." She kept crying softly on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms over her shoulders and started crying with her. I heard other crying and looked over to see Rita hugging one of her teddy bears and sniffling, tears running down her cheeks, watching Mommy and me. I felt so bad for her, and for Mommy. I held out an arm to Rita, and she got out of bed and came over to us, still carrying her teddy bear. We cried like that for several more minutes in the glow of our Donald Duck light. After we calmed down, Mommy stood up and pulled several Kleenex from the box on my nightstand. She handed some to Rita and I, and the three of us dried our eyes and blew our noses. Mommy sat back down on my bed, with Rita in her arms. I sat up in bed and held out my hands. Holding Mommy's and Rita's hands, I said: "Mommy, it's okay. I have to be Daddy's girl. I know that and so do you both, and we all know why." I looked at Rita and back at Mommy. "I wish things could be different, too, but they can't be. So I'm going to be the best girl I can be, and when I'm ready, I'm going to do whatever I have to do to make Daddy happy with me." Mommy just looked at me for a minute, her eyes wide and watery. "When did you grow up, sweetie?" Her voiced was choked. She looked at Rita, and used her other hand to wipe a tear that had fallen down her cheek. She looked back at me. "Don't grow up too fast, baby, Mommy loves her little girls so much!" We shared another hug. "And little girls need their beauty sleep, my darling ones." We smiled in spite of our feelings. Mommy tucked us back into bed. We said our good-nights before she walked out and closed the door behind her. *** *** *** I looked across the room at Rita in her bed. She was turned on her side, facing away from me. I could tell from her breathing that she'd finally fallen asleep. But I couldn't get to sleep. I was still confused, and worried, and wondering what was going to happen to me and my family. I knew what I had to do. A plan began forming in the back of my mind, although I didn't know yet how to work out the details. With Mandy's help and her clothes, I would be a slut by day, and learn all about pleasing boys. I would earn my reputation as the 'easiest' girl anyone ever knew. I would have so much sex that, by the time I was ready for Daddy, being with him would be just another 'fuck'. I liked the sound of that word and whispered it to myself as I lay there in bed, and only felt a twinge of embarrassment. "Fuck," I said a little louder. Rita kept on sleeping. I comforted myself with the idea that if having sex felt as good with boys as it did with Mandy, then I would at least have fun being the slut I wanted to be. At night, I would come home and be the sweet, innocent-looking little girl that would make Mommy happy and keep Daddy away -- until I was ready for him. I still worried over how my behavior would affect Darryl and Rita, at home and at school, but if it meant keeping Daddy away from Rita, and us getting to have a home and all that went with it, then they were just going to have to deal with having the sluttiest girl in town for a sister. It was then that I remembered my 'homework' from Mandy. I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could, glancing at Rita as I tip-toed over to the closet where I'd hung up my purse. I slid the zipper open slowly and then reached in. Tom was easy to find; he was right on top. I tip-toed back to my bed, slipped under the covers, and turned to face away from Rita. I looked over my shoulder and saw that she was still lying on her side, breathing softly. I looked at the dildo in my hand. In the dim light of the night-light my dildo's bright pink color had changed to orange, but it was still so beautiful. I couldn't wait to taste a real boy's cock, but I knew I had to practice with toys first. I wanted my first time with a boy, hopefully Bob, to be as special for him as it could be so he would squirt his cum in my mouth. I hoped it would taste as good as Mandy said it did. The rest of that night, I practiced and practiced with my dildo, licking and slurping, pushing it in and out like Mandy had taught me, until my lips were sore and my tongue and jaw ached. I used one hand to slide it in and out of my mouth, swirling my tongue over and around the head, along the shaft, and wishing I had some lipstick to wear while I sucked. I used my other hand to slide my nightie across my boobies, and sometimes pinched my nipples. They were still a little sore from when I had squeezed them so hard when I had my cum at Mandy's, but it still felt so nice to play with them. I wished they would hurry up and grow; I wanted them to be bigger than Mandy's, even as big as Mommy's. I slid my hand down across my tummy, pulled up my nightie and pulled down my panties. While I licked, kissed and slurped at the beautiful dildo in my mouth, I played with my clitty, holding it between my thumb and fingers and sliding my fingers up and down its short shaft. I felt so good, right then. I moaned softly and I worked the dildo in and out of my mouth and my fingers up and down my clitty. By that time, I was in a daze from the warm, tingly feelings that pulsed from my nipples to my clitty and back, in wave after wave of pleasure. My mouth was as wet as it had been at Mandy's and the drool was dripping from of the corner of my lips and soaking into my pillow. I felt the cool wetness against my cheek and wished it was a boy's cum. And then I wondered if I could do what Mandy had done? I was so overcome with the pleasure, I didn't care if having a cum would make any noise. I turned onto my tummy and pulled my legs up under me, with the dildo as far into my mouth as it was would go, licking and sucking on it. The drool dripped out and around it as I pressed the base into the pillow. I would slowly lick and suckle at it as I raised my head, and then push my mouth back down around it. My lips were tingling then, too, as the bulbous head and veins slid across them. I imagined me doing this to a real boy's cock and my pussy tingled. I kept my left hand's fingers playing with my clitty, pulling at it and rubbing it, sometimes using the soft, loose skin of my empty scrotum against it. I reached my right hand behind me under my nightie and caressed my smooth hip and bubbly bottom cheek. I reached as far around me as I could. I moaned a little louder when my fingers touched the wrinkled opening of my pussy, but I had to find out what would happen if I pressed my "button". I slid my fingers back and forth across it, pressing against it a little, and then my eyes opened wide as I felt my clitty stiffen. It wasn't actually hard, but it was stiffer and a little bigger around than it had been in a long time! A smile tried to form on the lips that were circled around the dildo, sliding up and down, as I slurped and licked at it. I started to feel those same freezing-fiery sensations flowing through me, and I knew I had to keep going. I had to have another cum! I gently slipped my forefinger tip into my pussy. It felt so tight around my finger, but my pussy also was feeling better and better, tingles pulsing out and up my back and up my crotch to my clitty, and bouncing off my breasts dangling under me, and back to my crotch and my pussy. I'd stopped moving my mouth up and down on the dildo and just pressed down on it until I started to gag and kept it there, sucking and licking. I pushed my finger a little farther in, then back out, then a little farther in, like Mandy had done, until it was all the way inside. I bent it around inside as I slid it in and out of me. I couldn't believe the wonderful feelings I was having. I noticed then that my clitty really had gotten hard. It wasn't as hard as it used to get, but it was poking out almost two inches from my crotch. I kept rubbing it with my fingers faster and faster, and pushing my fingers in and out of my pussy. What I didn't notice was that I was moaning and whimpering. I went faster and faster and then, suddenly, I exploded. I felt that same icy-hot sensation in my crotch and my pussy and in my breasts. It was almost as good as being with Mandy and I moaned loudly around the dildo still in my mouth, not even realizing that it had gone all the way to the back of my throat. Instead of gagging, I swallowed and I could feel the back of my throat gently clutching at it. My finger was still sliding in and out of my pussy as I started to come back from the place I'd visited. It was then that I realized the hand and fingers that had been playing with my clitty were wet! I pulled my elbows back in front and used them to push myself up into a kneeling position on my bed. I was absently licking and sucking on the dildo still in my mouth. I looked at my left hand: it was all shiny and wet with a clear liquid. I used my right hand to slip the dildo slowly out of my mouth. I didn't like the way my finger smelled; I had to remember to ask Mandy about that. I held the dildo in my hand and sniffed at the wetness on my other hand. It didn't smell bad; I knew what it was, and I had to taste it. I licked at a little bit on the top of my hand. It was sweet tasting with the tiniest faint hint of saltiness. I loved it, it was like liquid candy! I quickly licked my hand clean, and used it to get the few drops that had stayed on the tip of my clitty. I tried squeezing more out, but there wasn't any. I closed my eyes and smiled. I looked forward to the day I would get to have a boy's cum, and I hoped I would like it as much as I did my own. "I guess you really are a slut now," a voice said. My eyes flew open and I turned to see Rita, propped up in her bed on an elbow, looking at me and smiling. Her eyes glanced at the dildo in my hand, then back to me. "My sister, the slut." I licked my finger again and returned her smile. "I'm trying." *** *** *** The next morning, after I'd bathed, brushed my teeth and slipped on a pair of lacey pink bikini panties, a matching pink bra, some tight- fitting black jeans, a loose, black pull-over top and some black flats, I sat down at my vanity to brush my hair. It was 7:10 and I had to get to Mandy's for my make-over. Daddy was already gone to work, Mommy had gone to her room, and I wanted to get out of the house without having to explain why I was leaving so early. I'd think of something to tell Mommy later. Satisfied with my hair, I grabbed my purse from the closet. I went over to my bed looking for my dildo. "Looking for this?" Rita asked me. She was sitting on her bed, still in her Tinkerbell nightie. She looked as sleepy as I felt. The dildo was in her hand. She held it out to me, gripping it around the base, her little fingers not quite getting all the way around. I took it from her. "Thanks!" After getting caught by Rita making myself have a cum, I didn't see the point in pretending around her anymore. "I'm gonna need that." "For what?" she asked innocently, holding her hands in her lap. "Slut practice!" was all I said. I smiled at her and she giggled. "Why are you leaving so early?" She stood up and followed me to the door. "School doesn't start till later." "I have some things to do before school, sweetie," I said. "I probably won't be home till late, like 7:00 or so." I started to open the door but Rita pushed it shut again. "Gimme a hug," she said, holding out her arms. She looked so sad I couldn't help but give her a tight, warm hug. "I miss our after school times." "Oh, baby, so do I!" It was true, but I was discovering a new world out there, and I wanted to explore it, to grow up, to be the kind of girl I wanted to be. I couldn't do that at home, playing with my little sister or watching cartoons. "But there's stuff I gotta do, and I can't do it here." "I know." After what happened the night before, I thought maybe she did actually know what I meant. We let each other go. She smiled at me. "Have fun, Joanne," she said with a small smile. "I will!" I kissed her on the cheek and quickly left the room and the house. I walked to Mandy's house as quickly as I could. It felt like I was running away. I guess I was. *** *** *** I admired my reflection in the full-length three-sided mirror in Mandy's room. She was standing off to one side like a proud parent, her hands on her hips, her eyes shining. "*Now* you're dressed right!" she said. I smiled in happiness. I could see my little girl clothes behind me, folded up neatly on Mandy's bed and thought how different I looked now compared to when I'd arrived at her house. My hair was again fluffed up on the sides, brushed back a little from my ears to show off the diamond earrings dangling from my lobes. My brows were even thinner now, just barely-there arches that only showed because of the light brown pencil Mandy had used on them. My lids were covered in a shiny, silvery and pinkish eye-shadow blend. With my brows, the delicate liner surrounding my eyes gave me a continually-surprised expression, eyes opened wide and questioning. The long lashes above and below were thick and full and unmistakable and totally, completely feminine. My cheeks were dusted with a fine, pink blush. I could see the sparkles in it from the lights as I turned my face from side-to- side; I loved how my cheeks looked so full and pretty and girly. On my lips, a glistening layer of gloss covered a bright coral-pink lipstick that made my lips look soft and full, almost as puffy as Mandy's and, I hoped, totally kissable. On my feet were white, three-inch spiked open-toed pumps showing off my bright pink painted toenails; I wiggled my fingers at myself and saw the same shining color on my finger tips. My legs were tingling and shimmering from the ultra-sheer pink hose running up my legs to the tops of my thighs where they were clipped to the tabs of a white, lacey garter-belt. Over that was a pair of the daintiest, flimsiest white g- string panties; I really liked the way the strap between the cheeks of my bubble-butt tickled my pussy; the crotch panel didn't really hold my clitty in place; I could feel it loosely caressed. But it didn't matter, because for the very first time in my life I was wearing a skirt, and not just any skirt: it was a shining white, leatherette back- zippered miniskirt that went down just a couple inches below my bottom cheeks. On top I was wearing a form-fitting white ribbed tank-top with narrow shoulder-straps. I was actually thankful then that I had small boobies or they would never have been supported; if I wasn't wearing a top you could have easily seen my nipples through the delicate see- through lace of the white demi-bra I wore underneath. Around my neck was a delicate silvery necklace with a tiny diamond showing just above the raised edge of the tank-top. On my fingers were a few rings, even one around my left thumb. Around my right wrist dangled several silvery bangles that jingled when I moved my arm. Around my left ankle was a slender silvery ankle-bracelet with a diamond dangling to the side. I felt a vision of delicate, feminine sexuality. I felt finally at peace with the way I looked, and I loved it. I felt totally wonderful. I twirled around slowly, enjoying how the skirt and heels had shaped my little bottom. I also went slowly because I'd never worn heels as high as those before. But I couldn't wait until I could show myself off! My heart beat more quickly when I wondered how Bob would react. "Why so much white, Mandy?" I asked her. "You and the other girls usually wear lots of black, or red, and stuff like that." I turned to face her. She was dressed almost exactly like me, but in an inverse color scheme: predominantly black with little silvery accessories and red-themed make-up, nail polish and lipstick. "Because today is your *real* coming-out day, and since you're still a virgin, it's a proper color set. Brides always wear white, babe," she said, smiling at me. "Brides?" Bob had barely asked me to be his girlfriend and now I was getting married? "Who am I getting married to?" "Boys, honey, boys, boys, and more boys!" We laughed and giggled and hugged, and gave each other little pecks on the cheeks, but were careful not to muss our make-up. "After today, you can start on other colors." "Do you think boys will like the way I look?" I knew how they looked at Mandy and my friends, so I wondered if they would look at me like that, too. Eventually, I would have no doubts about the way boys felt about me, but at that moment I wasn't very confident. "God, babe, are you kidding?" She cupped my bottom cheeks while my arms were over her shoulders around her neck. "Any boy with a working cock is gonna have a hard-on for you every time they see you! You wait and see, my pretty little pupil. Speaking of which, did you do your 'homework' last night?" Her smile was infectious. "Um hmm," I answered with a giggle, remembering how wonderful I'd felt, and even getting caught by Rita licking my cum from my hand and fingers. "And I played with myself and made myself have a cum!" "You did? That's terrific! Congratulations!" We hugged again. "And I ate my cum, too." "Holy hell, sweets!" she said. "You're such a good student! Did you like it?" I closed my and eyes and hummed. "It was mmm-mmm good!" I said, with visions of boy's cocks and hot, creamy soup in my head. Mandy pulled me close again. "You're just so precious, Joanne!" She turned us from side-to-side as she said that. "You get an A+, babe!" "Thank you, Ms. Wilson." We giggled and stayed like that for several minutes, just holding each other, her arms around my waist, caressing my back and bottom; mine around her shoulders, resting my chin against her neck and breathing in our mutual fragrance, Revlon's 'Charlie'. "Thank you so much for helping me become the girl I'm supposed to be," I said. "My pleasure, doll-baby," she said. "I can't wait to see you on a date with some cute boy, doing what I know you're gonna be just great at." We pulled apart and looked into each other's flushed faces. "I hope it's Bob," I said. "Sure, him, too, Joanne, but don't limit yourself. He's a great guy, I know, but there's a whole world of boys out there for you. Don't settle on one boy right away, just because he's so nice to you. Lots of boys will be nice to you, if you let them." She had such a determined look on her face. "You said you wanted to be a slut?" "Yes, I do. I am," I replied. "Not yet, babe, but you will be, if you want to be. Girls like us don't settle down with one boy like those boring straight girls. If we did, we'd be just like them and where's the fun in that?" We giggled. "Won't Bob be mad at me if I get together with boys other than him?" "He might be upset for a little while, but if he really likes you he won't let it stop him." She giggled. "Besides, you're not ready for him, yet. His cock is huge, and you're just starting out. Go ahead and make-out with him when he wants to, but practice sucking and getting fucked by smaller-size boys first. When you graduate to Dick, you can go after a king dong like his." "King dong?" I asked. "Like King Kong?" She laughed with me, and I felt good knowing that I'd picked up on her joke. I realized then that I hadn't gotten embarrassed or 'squeamish' a bit, talking about sex with her, and felt even prouder. "Right, honey. A boy as big as Bob could hurt you if he fucked you, and you're so eager to please I know that you'd let him try. Just be patient. I'll help you get to where you want to go." She released me and we stepped apart. "Now, you need a matching purse." She went to her closet, searched a bit, and then pulled out a small white clutch bag and handed it to me. "Put your stuff in here, Joanne," she said. I did as she asked. "Leave your Tom here, babe, you won't need him. There's lots of real cocks at school." I giggled nervously as I dropped the dildo on her bed. She walked over to her vanity and collected the shadow, blusher, mascara, lipstick and gloss she'd used on me. "Here, sweetie." I dropped those items into the purse as well. Mandy transferred her things into a black purse and we left her room. As we headed downstairs, I was still a little unsure in the higher heels, so we took it slow. We collected my book bag before heading out the door. I was having a lot of trouble walking in the heels with the heavy bag over one shoulder. "Why do they give us so much books and stuff?" I complained. And then I noticed that Mandy wasn't carrying a book bag or anything else from school. "Where's your school stuff, Mandy?" She stopped and looked at me. "Babe, you can't spend your time worrying about school. I spend a little time doing the homework for classes I'm behind in, but most of the time I don't bother with it." "But what about your grades?" Mommy had always told me that good grades were important if I wanted to succeed in life. "Aren't you worried about getting a good job after high school?" "Grades? A job?!" She laughed and patted me on the bottom. "Joanne, honey, I don't give a shit about 'grades'. I'm not stupid, and I'll graduate, someday, probably, but I'm not worried about having a job after high school." She started walking away. I stood there in shock. I caught up with her on my tip-toes and walked beside her again. "How will you live?" I asked. She looked at me as we walked. "I'll probably work more with my Mom," she said quietly. She sighed. "Or on my own." "You work with you mom?" I asked, curious. "I'm so confused." "Joanne, one of the things you have to understand about being the kind of girl you want to be is that boys, and eventually men, will give you whatever you want. All you have to do is be nice to them. That *is* your job! School and the rest of that crap is for the straights and other losers like them." We walked another block before she spoke again. "Are you one of them, or one of us?" she asked, looking at me. "I'm one of us," I said without thinking. "Then leave your books in your locker during the week. I only take my stuff home on weekends and Mom and I do my homework then, whatever I don't get done myself." "Your mom helps you?" "Sure! It's faster that way, and Mom is pretty smart. She used to work in business until she started her new job." She looked away quickly. "But --" "'But' nothing, babe," Mandy said. "You won't have time for all that school crap if you're gonna hang out with me and the girls." She saw the worried look on my face. I was worried about my grades; I'd been concerned about them since I could remember, and now Mandy was asking me to forget about them. But I had to hang out with Mandy and the gang, if I was going to be the slut I had to become. "Don't worry so much, Joanne. Kids graduate all the time that can't even read or write, but you and me can already do that stuff. Fuck all the rest of it. Okay?" "Okay," I said quietly. "Good girl!" She patted me on the bottom again as we arrived at the school grounds. "Just do what I tell ya, and you'll be fine." We'd arrived only about five minutes before the warning bell, and there were kids everywhere. I could see their heads turning as we walked to the doors; the pair of us made quite a sight. Worries about grades disappeared as we walked in, and down the halls. The butterflies in my tummy were flying into my throat when Mandy and I got to the intersection where we had to part ways until lunch. "Ready, babe?" she asked. I nodded. We hugged and gave each other quick air-kisses over our cheeks. "I guess," I squeaked out. "See you, Joanne! Make the boys horny!" she encouraged. I watched her walk away down the hall to her homeroom. I went the other way, trying to imitate her walk. I didn't bother looking at the other kids, but out of the corner of my eye I could see the heads turn. And, of course, I could heard the whispered comments. But, unlike any other day I could remember, the name someone called me just as I got to Mrs. Hall's room made me proud: "Slut!" I looked at the mousy, chubby girl that had said it, pursed my lips, blew a kiss at her, and walked in. *** *** *** Jamie and Randy, Bob and I, and Mandy and her latest boyfriend Greg, went to her house after school. I didn't know Greg at all; it turned out he was actually a senior in high school. We sat in her room, us couples making out for a while, listening to music I just couldn't seem get enough of. Stuff I'd never heard before, like David Bowie, Kansas, Pink Floyd, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Elton John, the Eagles, and some new group called Kiss, whose name I thought was funny since that's what we all did for a long while. I'd never heard such wonderful and exciting music before; the only things I'd heard at home were stuff like 'classical' and, since we came to be with Daddy, what he called 'country and western.' Mandy had so many cool albums that she had to store most of them in one of her extra bedrooms. After a while Mandy and Greg went to one of those spare rooms. Mandy waved to me and smiled at me lying under Bob as she left. I wasn't really much there anyway. Greg had brought some stuff to smoke that he called 'weed', and that Mandy had convinced me I had to try. I coughed and gagged at first, but when they laughed at me I forced myself to breathe it in as deep as I could, as much as I could, until eventually I felt such a warm, wonderful tingly horny feeling even just sitting there that I started rubbing myself all over Bob, kissing him and moaning and loving every tingly feeling. They were just like my usual feelings -- but times ten, and I loved it. I wanted more. It wasn't long after that that Mandy and Greg left, leaving me and Bob alone on her bed. Jamie and Randy had already gone to another room, kissing and fondling each other. By then, I was only thinking of Bob and the feelings I had kissing him as he played with my body. As we kissed, Bob felt me up, rubbing his hands over my little boobies, across my tummy, around my hips, under my miniskirt to roughly grasp and massage my clitty through the little g-string I wore, then moving to squeeze my bottom, running his hands down my legs, and then all back again. One time he yanked hard on the back of the g-string under my bottom. I gasped when the strap pressed so hard against my pussy. He kept pushing against me between my widely spread legs with the hard cock in his pants. I was also zoned out on the music. It seemed so much better than anything else, and I couldn't believe how light and tingly I felt from the weed. I felt so good all over; everything felt so much more intense and pleasurable than ever before, and all I could think of was how nice Bob's huge cock felt pressing against me. Again I desperately wished I had a vagina like Mandy's for him to stuff his cock into. But I remembered that my pussy would someday be used like that, someday, when Mandy said it was ready. Bob's lips massaged and pressed roughly against mine, and I sucked on his tongue in a maddening, tingling, needy desire stronger than anything I'd felt before. The only thing on my mind in that sexy lust-filled drug-fogged haze was that I wanted Bob. I *wanted* him, like I wanted air, or food, or my Daddy's love! I wanted his cock inside me, I wanted his tongue inside me, and I wanted to open myself to him, to completely, always and forever be his, for him to use me and abuse me, and I wanted to completely envelop his cock with my body. No other man or boy existed for me in that moment. My mind was so filled with such thoughts that I forced Bob to stop kissing me. "I want your cock in my mouth," I said to him when he finally stopped. "What?" he asked stupidly. I was beginning to realize that boys and men aren't that smart when they're horny. So, I made it obvious. "I want to eat your cum," I said, looking him squarely in the face. His pretty eyes were as red with lust and dope as my own. "I want to suck your cock until you shoot your cum inside my mouth," I told him, "and I want you to fill me up so I can eat it." In a way, I felt silly for saying something like that, but somehow I knew that a girl has to let her boyfriend know what she wants, or she'll never get it. Bob looked at me bewildered for a moment before he smiled. I didn't think he understood the change that had taken me into its possession since we first met. I felt sure he didn't care about that sort of stuff. *I* knew why I was different: I had fully accepted my place in the world. Society said it was a dirty, filthy place, and I loved it for that reason more than any other. That place was where I belonged because it offered the love and security I craved. I was desperate to make it the sum of my entire existence, to be what every boy and man desired: a slut whose only purpose was to be a receptacle for his beautiful cock, and all it had to offer. Just knowing I had even the remotest chance to fulfill that purpose made me so giddy and hopeful I couldn't wait to do so. Bob was there. He was hard, and hot, and horny, and he wanted me. And I wanted him, so much and so desperately I was ready to beg. It was time to be serious about my journey. "Are you sure, baby?" he said. He looked so cute and wonderful! My heart swelled with love as I looked into his sweet, tender eyes. I knew he was horny and that he wanted to have a cum. I thought about him wanking himself over me, and I wished I could've been there to see it, however many times he'd done it, just to see his cock and his cum, and the blissful expression I could imagine on his face. But now I had the chance to see him up close, and right in my face, hot, hard and squirting and I wasn't going to miss it. "Please, Bobby, please let me suck you!" I knew how I sounded and didn't care. "Mandy told me how great boy cum tastes and I just have to taste it, taste it now!" My voice was desperate, pleading, needy, urgent. I prayed Bob would let me suck him. He looked down at me and smiled, and my newly-found god granted my prayer. "Okay, little girl." He slid off of me and rolled over on his back. I got on top of him and started kissing him, and rubbing him all over his big, sexy muscular shoulders, across the hard, tight muscles of his chest, down across his flat tummy, down to his crotch where my treasure awaited me. I kept kissing him, and suckling his tongue, and kissing him on his cheeks and his chin. As I rubbed the hard, hot snake in his pants I kissed and licked his neck. When he gasped at my grasping touch of his cock I sucked and bit down hard on his neck, licking and biting and sucking his skin into my mouth as hard as I could. I heard him moan, and even whimper a little, as I marked him as mine, my own, my cockbearer. I smiled to myself when I pulled back to look at the reddish circle on his neck, knowing it would be dark and purple by morning. He was now mine, and everyone would know it; I'd made sure to mark him above the collar line of boy's shirts so he wouldn't be able to hide his mark of ownership from anyone. "Oh, Joanne!" he breathed out in a moan. "Joanne, my baby girl!" I smiled to myself. I moved my hands over his broad, muscular shoulders, admiring how totally different he was from me and Mandy, or any other girl I'd seen. Bob was a boy, *my* boy, my man. He was mine now. I belonged to him, but he belonged to me now, too. I'd marked him so every other girl would know he was taken. I felt a surge of pride and privilege as I rubbed my body against his, sliding down, further and further until I lay between his widely-spread legs. I stretched my arms above me, to press my hands against the sides of his chest and over them, and when my hands reached his tiny little boy-nipples I pinched them, hard. He flinched and gasped but didn't stop me. His own hands covered mine and pressed down hard as he whimpered and moaned. I slid my hands out from under his and down to his narrow waist and over his hard, tight tummy, all the while rubbing and pressing my face against the thick monster of his cock. I looked up briefly to see him still pressing and rubbing his hands on his chest, just as if he had breasts. So cute! I knew then that it was time to unwrap my treasure, to unveil the purpose that awaited me as a horny, slutty girl. I had to see his cock with my eyes, my nose, my lips, my mouth. I had to lick him, suck him, taste him. I had to give myself to him, give myself to his cock, surrender myself to my needs and, more importantly, to his. I propped myself on an elbow and used my other hand to slowly, teasingly pull the zipper down on his trousers. I was thankful to Bob for being smart enough to wear boxer underwear; that made it so much easier for his cock to emerge from his crotch like a coiled spring. With only a little tugging it jumped out and slapped me in the face. I froze in awe. Mandy was right. Bob was big; he was as big as her large, black Dick dildo, maybe even bigger. Suddenly I was scared, yet completely enraptured. I didn't think there was any way I could ever get Bob inside my mouth, let alone my tiny little pussy, but I knew that it was what I had to do. I had to try. I just *had* to make Bob have a cum, to prove to him I was his girl, to prove to myself I was worthy of being a slut. I quickly opened and closed my mouth several times while I looked at the glory that was his cock, trying to stretch my jaw muscles to receive him. I looked at the tip of his solidly-ridged mushroom head and saw a glistening drop of clear liquid. Was that pre- cum? Was it as tasty as Mandy, my beautiful, sexy mentor, my wise and glorious teacher, had told me? I had to know. I scooted closer to Bob and raised myself above Bob's cock and, without hesitation, wrapped my free hand around it and quickly licked the droplet off the tip. I closed my eyes and savored the delicious, sweet taste, a taste just like my own cum, and I loved it. Swallowing it sent quivers of tingly pleasure down through my mouth to my throat, even though it was only a tiny droplet of Bob's essence. I had to have more and I knew how to get it. Mandy was a good teacher. I started to slide my hand up and down Bob's thick, lengthy snake. I looked at the head of his wondrously large cock, and I smiled and sighed to myself. I looked at it and thought: this is my future; sucking this is what I was born to do; this was my total, sole, exclusive purpose on this planet; I was to give pleasure to cock, all cocks, everywhere, to love them, to give my body to them, to give my soul to them, to offer myself as a sacrifice to the proud and glorious symbol of manhood that was cock. I looked up to Bob's sexy cute face and saw him smiling with love to me. I returned his smile, and my heart swelled with love for him. Maybe I would be exclusive to him, maybe I wouldn't be; but I knew instinctively that Mandy was right: I had to please as many boys as I could as quickly as I could, if I was to achieve my goal of complete sluthood, -- and to be recognized as such. But at that moment, the only thought in my mind was pleasuring the cock that filled my vision: Bob's cock, my boyfriend's cock, the cock that, at that moment, I promised myself would be the first one to pulse its thick, creamy seed into my tight little sissy pussy. I devoted myself to the pleasure of my boyfriend. I kept sliding my hand up and down his length, squeezing soft and hard. I licked, kissed, and gave the head of Bob's cock a tongue-bath. He was so, so much better than my dildo. My dildo may have resembled Bob's cock, but that's as far as it went. Bob was warm, and living, and full of life. The warmth I felt on my tongue made me an addict to real cock from the very first taste; I knew I would never be happy with dildos again; they would be teaching tools, and a means of satisfying my desperate longings if a boy wasn't around, but nothing more. Only real cock would satisfy me now. I licked and kissed Bob's cock as much as like I'd done with my dildo as I could and, after opening my mouth so wide that my jaw hurt, I could finally fit the head of his cock in my mouth. I almost cried because of how tough it was to fit him inside me; I didn't think it would bring Bob much pleasure if my mouth was so small. But I was wrong. I heard him moan and sigh as my lips slid and stretched over the ridges of his hard, hot cock-head. If I could have I would have smiled at his reaction. I was so happy to have pleasured him, even just a little. I prayed that my mouth would get bigger and bigger the more I sucked such wondrously large cocks. I pulled him out, and licked and kissed and savored the almost incessant flow of pre-cum. I squeezed him as hard as I could to get his nectar. He tasted so good, so sweet. I wished I would never have to eat anything else but cock; not food, not drink, nothing but cock. I kept licking and kissing, and occasionally fitting my lips over his cock head, as much and as quickly as I could, in and out, squeezing and stroking him. I licked down the shaft, enjoying the hot and wet feel of his cock as it would slide across my cheek, sighing and moaning at the pure joy I felt. I wanted nothing more than to remain in that world of hot, hard cock, forever. His cock was my world, my life. I kissed and licked more and more quickly, suckling as much of the head of his cock into my hungry mouth as I could, sliding my lips and tongue up and down his length between fast and furious stroking with my hand. At the bottom I would lap at his balls, ignoring the tickling of the hairs and focusing on the shape, the texture, the warmth, and hoping they were filled with enough cum to fill my tummy like a Thanksgiving dinner. I wanted to bathe in his cum. I shouldn't have been concerned. Bob had been moaning and whimpering, and running his hands through my hair, for a while. He'd encouraged me all the while I'd been worshipping him, with ever-increasing peals of moaning, whimpering, giggling laughter and with words, like "cocksucker" and "bitch" from his manly mouth. I sucked him, licked him, kissed the only meaning of him that mattered to me at that moment. Every time I heard those words, I felt love and pride and worked even harder and faster on him with my hand, my mouth, my mind. And, finally, with a high-pitched voice that seemed so out of place from my manly boyfriend, he screamed: "Joanne! My love, my girl! Joanne! I'm cuuumminnng!!" And he did. He squirted his cum, hot wet jets of thick, syrupy juice, into my mouth, on my face, my neck, into my hair. I lapped it up as fast as I could, and when he seemed to pulse more slowly, I put my mouth over the head of his cock and gently kept sucking, licking, swallowing. And dreaming of being nothing more than a receptacle for his cock and his seed. Mandy was totally right: boy cum tastes wonderful. It was so very different than my own thin, watery juices; Bob's cum was thick, and smelled of something I couldn't place, but it had a sweet, salty, gooey taste that I couldn't get enough of; I licked every drop I could from Bob's sock, and his balls, and his crotch and when that was gone, I used my fingers to scoop every drop I could from my face and neck. The cum from my face tasted of make-up as well as the new-found master of my soul, but I loved it anyway. Every drop I licked from Bob or my fingers was like a tiny pill of submission to him. I was so disappointed when I couldn't find any more cum; I wanted more, I wanted to feel again that glorious, wonderful feeling of accomplishment of making a boy cum. It was only when I lay my head on Bob's crotch, to idly and lazily lap at his still large but softening cock, and hope I would never have to be anywhere else, that I realized my own crotch was wet with my own juicy discharge. I smiled to myself and kept licking. End of Part 5