Sissy Pride [Part 1]

I had just turned eighteen and only had two months of high school left. My marks were good and already had a possible placement in a university where I hoped to get a new start. I was so looking forward to getting away from all the shit that life had forced on me in this little hick town.

Usually one of my parents insisted driving me back and forth to school, which didn't help my reputation out much with the bullies. I was always the littlest kid in school and got teased all most daily by both the girls and other boys. All my life I'd felt that something was wrong with me, something that I couldn't figure out. What separated me the most from my peers though was the fact that since I hit puberty I started to feel an attraction to the other boys.

Less than a week after my birhtday I had the most embarrassing moment of my life as, the biggest bully in school, big in all ways, stood in front of me as I tied up my shoe after gym. He had nothing on but a towel around his waist and when I looked up he opened the towel to expose a large thick cock that stuck out almost straight from his groin. Mesmerized I stared open mouth at it while the rest class roared with laughter. When the chant "kiss it, kiss it fag" started I ran from the changing room leaving school running all the way home. After that things got really bad for me as the teasing seemed to increase even more.

I hated every morning getting up to face their daily taunts and sneers, I was very alone with no one to trust and even the teachers seemed to look down at me in scorn. Most of all I hated Jeff, and I imagined several horrendous demises for him even though I envied his penis. I would spend nights before sleeping picturing his cock wave in front of my face as everyone chanted and watched me kiss the tip of his penis. I always got excited and masturbated to that image. I had memorized it totally from just the few moments that his erection was on display to me. The pink little tip with an opening shaped like tiny lips widening under its covering of stretched foreskin. I could see the ridge where the glans joined the shaft as thick as my skinny wrist. Imagining what it would feel like to stroke the long hard shaft in my little hands, kissing and sucking it into my mouth until it would reward me with his semen. I would ejaculate into my hand and taste my seed and wondered if Jeff's would taste the same.

But one day a school secretary called me to her as I was waiting for my ride and told me that my mom had called and I would have to make my own way home. I became worried and asked why to be told that they both had late meetings and that I was on my own. At first I felt relieved and left school with a feeling of freedom that I haven't had in a long time

That changed quickly though when about half way home a car pulled up beside me and stopped, "Hey fag your mommy forget to pick your skinny ass up?"

It was Jeff, my most dedicated tormentor and the one who exposed himself to me in the changing room so long ago. I began to get nervous and scared as a chill went through my body.

"Get in I'll give you a ride fag." He said laughing.

I tried to ignore him and kept walking. I heard the screech of tires as his car stopped on the side walk blocking my path. The door swung open in front of me.

"Get in fag, cause if you make me get out of this car to get you in you'll be sorry"

I knew that there was no way I would be able to get away from Jeff without getting hurt so I swallowed the lump in my throat and because I knew I had no choice I got into his car. He started driving before the door closed.

"What do want?" my voice cracked as looked at my feet.

"What I want," he laughed, "It's what you want fag. I noticed you checking this out in gym class every chance you get."

Jeff pushed his sweat pants down from his hips exposing his uncut penis. He lifted it and let it fall over his thigh to point at me and even soft it looked to be about seven inches long. I could hear him laugh as I stared slack jawed at it. Here was the person I hated the most in my life, the true being that had caused me more anxiety and grief than any other dozen people that have been in my life and all I could do was look down at his penis while a shiver rushed through my body.

"Close your mouth before you drool on my car fag."

I did and swallowed realizing that my chin was wet and my small penis was throbbing as fast as my heart was beating. I was sweating and I could feel it on my forehead and my palms as I shook with fear and excitement. With an evil sounding chuckle Jeff reached over and grasped me by the wrist and pulled my hand towards his cock. All I did was watch as if spell bound while he placed my hand on the base of his cock. My finger tips lay against his scrotum feeling the coarse pubic hairs that covered it. I couldn't help but gently contract my fingers over his sack and felt the heat and firmness of what that sack contained. I felt the base of his penis throb and watched the head jump closer toward me on his thigh.

"This is what you want isn't it you sissy fag." He stated grabbing me by my hair and twisting my face to look at his, "Answer me."

Tears ran down my cheeks but my other hand seemed to move on its own to grasp the shaft of his hardening cock. I could feel it throb and grow bigger as I squeezed and pulled it towards me.

Though a part of me screamed at what was just another way for him to bully me with teary eyes I said, "Yes".

With an evil sounding chuckle he pushed my face to his groin and said," Good, make friends with it."

Now with my face just inches from his cock I stared longingly as one hand was groping his testicles while my other hand slowly stroked the shaft of his cock that seemed to have grown to about ten inches. I watched as the foreskin stretching tight over the end exposing the large purple head of his large hard cock that I've only ever seen the likes of in pictures before. Then as I drew my hand back, I watched the end disappear under his foreskin. I watched mesmerized by that scene as I kept stroking up and down his shaft. Watching that foreskin reveal and then hide the plum shaped head. Watching as a thick clear fluid emanated from the hole at the tip of it. It reminded me of that fluid from my first orgasm and just as I thought about leaning down to taste it, I felt a push on the back of my head.

"Come on bitch suck it, you know you want too." Jeff groaned.

Even though I hated this asshole that made my school life hell for the last four years I still had my own urges. His cock was as beautiful as any I had seen in any picture and this one was real. I felt the heat of it as it touched my lips. I could smell the acrid odour of his sweat and I loved it instantly. I licked the end of my first real cock and I loved it. The feel and texture were perfect and the taste of that fluid coming from the hole tasted better than my own. I willingly opened my mouth and began sucking on the first cock that came within reach of my mouth.

I could hear Jeff groaning as I slid my lips up and down his shaft, rolling my tongue around the end before taking him back towards my throat. This felt really good to me, for once in my life I felt as I was in control. Jeff groaned loudly and I could feel him start to tremble as his scrotum tightened up. This all happened in just moments, barely a minute had passed since I took my first cock into my mouth and it seemed to explode shooting streams of thick hot bitter fluid into my mouth. As much as I wanted to taste my first cock's crème I was enjoying the feel of it between my lips and wished that it could have lasted longer. Jeff's hips bucked and my mouth was filled quickly. I swallowed and felt another rush of his juice flooding over my tongue. I tried to savour his essence but I was over whelmed by how much more he produced than I ever had. I know I gagged that first time and some of his semen escaped my lips before he calmed his erratic hips. His sperm tasted better than mine and I swallowed everything I could and then licked up what escaped to run down his shaft to puddle in the tangle of his pubic hair.

Suddenly the car stopped and Jeff pushed me away from his deflating cock and when I sat up we were parked in front of my house. I smiled to myself wondering how he knew where I lived.

"Get the fuck out of my car you cock sucking fag." Jeff yelled.

"Thanks for the ride home," I smiled at him got out and walked away to the sound of his speeding tires.

As I laid in bed that night playing with my little cock I think I realized that I finally got even with my tormentor in some small way. Though he tried to debase me with his macho behaviour, I think he realized that I enjoyed it a whole lot more than he did. Then there's that fire cracker quick cock that I see every time I think of him or when I see him, it would be nice to enjoy all that big cock for more than just a moment.

A few things occurred that were related to the incident involving Jeff. The most obvious was the fact that I enjoyed sucking cock and thought now constantly hoping for my next encounter. I convinced my mom that it was safe for me to walk home hoping to give Jeff the opportunity to abuse me more. I can't believe that I was actually looking forward to hear his voice mocking me instead of the way I usually tried to hide from him. Over the next few days though he totally ignored me, not even throwing his usual taunts my way. I did catch him a few times looking at me and I wondered if he would try to make me go down on him again. While walking home after school I kept looking over my shoulder at any sound hoping it would be him. On the second day, he did drive past but there were others in the car with him. I got to feeling that he might not have enjoyed the experience or maybe he was ashamed of what he had done.

By the end of the week I had pretty much given up hope that I'd be forced into sucking off his cock for him again. I had just reached the house next to ours on Friday when Jeff's car screeched to a stop beside me.

"Hurry up and get in before someone sees you fag." He demanded.

I felt my heart race instantly as I got in feeling light headed with the expectation of what I knew was going to happen. Looking over to his lap I could see his big cock was already hard and straining against his track pants. I reached over to rest my hand on that large lump and felt it throbbing hotly.

"I ain't got all day cunt face, "Jeff sneered, "Get to it."

"I do have a name you know. " I told him as my hand wrapped around his covered shaft.

"Yeah" he laughed, "and it's cocksucker so get to it before I beat the shit out of you."

For once I didn't feel scared by Jeff's threats and knew that I finally had some control of the situation, marginally at least. He rose up slightly as I tugged his pants down releasing that beautiful hard cock to my hungry eyes. Circling my fingers around the base of his cock I firmly squeezed the thick shaft and watched as a drop of thick shiny precum appeared from the slit in his penis. I quickly licked it off and slid my hand up his cock to make more appear as I savoured the sweet taste. I noticed the space between my fingers and thumb was about half an inch wide as I sucked on just the very tip of his glans getting as much of the juice his penis offered me. I traveled the length of the underside of his penis until I reached his hairy sack Jeff groaned and I felt him tremble as I tried to suck the whole thing into my mouth.

"That's good bitch, "Jeff groaned, "you must have had allot of practice."

I sat up stroking his cock and replied, "No yours is the only one I've done this too."

"Well than you're a natural born cock sucking fag," he said with a smile as he pushed my head down, "But no one told you to talk, just suck, cunt face."

I felt elated by his smile and though the words were still abusive his voice sounded allot kinder than the usual tone he used around me. I swooped down on his organ feeling its heat as I tried to force as much of it in mouth as I could. When the velvety head touched the entrance to my throat I stopped holding it there to savour the moment. I began stroking the other half of his shaft and shivered as I felt his skin sliding back and forth across my lips and over my tongue. Jeff placed his hand on the back of my head and suddenly pushed down forcing more of his cock into me and into my throat. Gagging and choking I could hear him chuckle as he held me there for about thirty seconds and just when I felt the panic rise from not being able to breathe he released the pressure. Sliding his cock out until just the head was inside my mouth I swirled around it with my tongue. My nostrils flared as I took a deep breath to fill my starved lungs.

Jeff started to groan when I started to take him back in to my throat and started bobbing up and down on his big cock while stroking the shaft. Just as I really started to enjoy my role as Jeff's cock sucker, hoping he'd last a little longer this time so I could enjoy his cock a little longer when his hips stared to buck towards me.

I knew what to expect this time and I got ready. Moving my mouth up until just the head was between my lips I used both hands to jerk the shaft up and down.

"Oh yeah" Jeff groaned as his semen spewed over my tongue filling mouth.

By the third spurt' my mouth was full and swallowed to make room for more but a little bit escaped the corners of my lips. I counted the thrusts of his hips and he stopped at seven with a groan he let out a heavy exhale. I continued to suck and lick on his quickly softening cock savouring it for as long as he would allow me too.

"Yeah you are a natural Kari." he said down to me. "I think I'm going to like having my own personal cock sucking sissy fag."

He let me suck his cock for about another minute before pushing me away. I couldn't help having a smile on my face with the elation I felt hearing him actually saying my name, let alone even knowing it, that I didn't even mind the rest of his statement.

Still gentle stroking his now soft penis I told him, "Thank you, I really enjoyed pleasing you Jeff."

"What a fag you are," he sneered, pushing me away, "next you'll be telling me you love me or something stupid like that."

"Get the fuck out of the car bitch I got better things to do than to listen to your pansy bullshit."

"Okay Jeff, "I said opening the door, "but when."

"When I need a fag mouth to use I'll let you know." He yelled.

The door wasn't even shut as he sped off down the road. I felt the drops of semen drying at the corners of my lips, still tasting the bitterness of the seed that had filled my mouth I watched him drive away. Standing in front of the neighbour's house wondering when he'd be back I didn't notice the front room curtains move.

The first thing I did upon entering our house was to go to the bathroom to see what I looked like. Messy hair and shiny marks of dried cum on both sides of my face. Deciding to leave it there for as long as I could to enjoy the way it felt. I went to my room to relieve my aching little hard on. I was so turned on by the taste in my mouth I came twice before it became got soft again. For once I didn't taste myself just so I could enjoy Jeff's flavour for as long as possible.

Now my thoughts seemed to be filled with a passion for cock and it was all I could think about. I loved touching them and feeling the heat and life throbbing through the hardened flesh. Looking through the magazines I had found I came across some pictures of women having cocks pushed up their asses. That night I experimented, pushing a finger into myself as I rubbed my little penis to orgasm. As I fell asleep I wondered what a real cock would feel like pushing into my bottom and if maybe Jeff would be willing to share the moment. It could be another way for him to think he was debasing me and really, at this point I didn't really care what his Neanderthal mind thought as long as I could get what I wanted. Now that I had a taste of cock I wanted it all. I was soon to discover just how much I was going to get.

I woke up the next morning to an empty house as usual for a Saturday morning. It was always my favourite day because my workaholic parents were always gone and I didn't have the stress of trying to avoid all the day to day bullshit at school. Mind you, the day wasn't totally perfect because as usual a list of chores waited on my attention on the middle of the kitchen table. Today's list was backyard jobs and it was sunny out so it wouldn't be too bad I thought.

As I was cutting the lawn I suddenly felt another presence and looking over Mr. Clark stood leaning against the fence watching me. I waved, he nodded his head smiling and for the next twenty minutes or so while I finished mowing the yard he just stayed in the same position. I could feel him watching me the whole time and he really gave me the creeps. Shutting down the mower I began to push it toward the shed which was only a few feet from where he stood leaning on the fence and he just leered at me the whole time with a kind of lopsided grin.

When I was close enough to smell the stench of cigars and stale beer Mr. Clark asked," How's school going Kid?"

Now this was really weird to me out because always before he seemed intent on totally ignoring me since we moved into this neighbourhood. The best way to describe Mr. Clark is lazy, with a pot belly, almost always unshaven and dirty tangled hair. The closer you got to him the worse he seemed to smell.

"It's okay Mr. Clark," I replied. "I'll be graduating this year."

"Really, good for you boy," he then asked, "so what are you, seventeen years old now?"

"No sir, I'm eighteen now."

"Good, good," he repeat as his lopsided grin grew, "look Kary I could use a bit of a hand moving some heavy stuff around inside, would you mind?"

"Well Mr. Clark I do have some chores" I started before he interrupted me.

"Look kid," he growled, "I don't care about your chores but you should think about what might happen if your mommy and daddy found out how you pay for ride home from school."

I gaped at him wondering what he meant, how he could know what I did in Jeff's car. I stood stunned and unmoving and stuttered, "What do you mean?"

"Come now boy," he sneered at me, "I ain't blind you know. I saw you get into that car yesterday and I saw it a minute later stop right in front of my house. I could see the driver, a big handsome young man with his hand holding onto a mop of dirty blonde hair that was just a bouncing up and down like there was no tomorrow. Even managed to get a couple of fairly good Polaroid's of the moment."

I was in total shock and stood there trembling while he leered at me with that crocked grin. I didn't know what to say or do and I felt very small and scared, knowing that this man was not going to be very nice about all of this. I instantly felt that the abuse he'd deliver upon me would probably be far worse than anything that I lived through before.

"Come and help me out boy and have a look at 'em," he laughed, "I think I'm going to have to insist on it."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the fence, "Come on and hop over boy and let's go inside for a bit"

I let him lead me over the fence and across his yard and up the steps to his back porch. I felt fear creeping into me as he pushed me through his back door. The next thing I knew I was sitting on his couch as he handed me a stack of Polaroid's.

" Have a look at 'em and I'll be right back and don't you be think of doing anything funny sweetie cause I got few more of those pics' hidden away."

At first glance, the pictures appeared grainy and blurred but it was obvious what was going on in the front seat of that car. None of pictures showed anymore of Jeff than from his chest down. All you could see of me was the back of my head and shoulders slumped over and squeezed between Jeff and the steering wheel. The second photo from the bottom clearly showed me getting out o the car but the last one was the worst. My profile was easy to recognize in the blurry picture and you could see my hand holding onto Jeff's large cock. Mr Clark took that moment to enter the room wearing only a dirty old pair of ragged boxers.

"Yeah, that's my favourite one too." He laughed.

"I don't like any of them," I cried almost in tears, "and don't think it's funny.

He laughed even harder and said, "Now now Kary, don't be getting all flustered," patting my head like I was a dog, "No one ever has to know about these pictures here, I know how to keep a secret."

"Why did you take them then?" I asked.

"It wasn't the first time I saw you getting out of that car and I figured it would be a good idea to have some evidence."

"Evidence for what?" my voice cracked with dread.

"To make sure you behave and do what I want you silly faggot." He sneered at me, "You think I'm doing this just for your company?"

Mr. Clark pulled me up to my feet by the forearm and I was dragged across the room until he sat down forcing me to me knees in front of a stained and smelly recliner. I kept my head down and I could see a lump his penis formed under his boxers. Sliding his hand to my wrist he placed my hand palm down on his hairy thigh dragging it towards the leg hem.

"Don't you get whiney on me kid," he growled, "I ain't going to make you do anything you haven't done already. Besides it looked to me like you was having fun with that other fag friend or yours."

I was really afraid of this perverted old man, not of what I knew he wanted from me but because of the way he smelled. The thought of how he would taste made me gag and start to feel like I was going to throw up. I cringed when he drew my hand over top of his shorts to rest on the bulge his cock made. Even though part of me wanted to run away screaming from this disgusting old man, part me was excited feeling the heat of his penis through the thin fabric.

Mr. Clark squeezed my wrist painfully and used my hand to stroke himself. I felt his cock stiffen beneath my hand and when he loosened his grasp my fingers involuntarily seemed to clutch the shaft. Just like with Jeff's larger cock I could feel the heart beating pulse within the penis.

"Ah, that's nice," he groaned, "don't stop when I let go if you know what's good for you."

The bulge grew a little larger as I caressed it through his boxers until it rose, pushing against and tenting the fabric. This cock was only about six inches long but appeared to be almost as thick as Jeff's. Looking up at Mr. Clark, his eyes where almost shut and that lopsided grin of his was broken by the tip of a pink tongue. I felt my breathe quicken and my own excitement seem to rise as I manipulated another cock. I thought to myself that if I just thought of the cock and not the man I could get through this.

Thinking that if I just took control and got him off as quick as possible that I could get away from him, I slid my hand to the fly of his shorts and reached inside. The skin of his cock felt soft to my fingers but the flesh really ridged and very hot. I pulled it out into the air noticing that it didn't have a foreskin like me or Jeff. I moved a little closer and realized, thank the Gods, that at least this part of him seemed clean and smelled of soap.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, placing his hand on my head and pulling me closer, "do me like you did your buddy and I'll be a happy man."

As soon as the tip of his cock touched my lips I sucked down on it and closed my eyes. Taking it inside me and stroking the shaft as fast as I could. I was determined to get this over with quickly. I thought that he would cum as quick as Jeff and even as I always did as when I masturbated. I could hear him breathing heavily and feel his exhales on the top of my head. After about five minutes I opened my eyes and looked up into his smiling face.

He chuckled with a deep rasp, "Thought I'd blow a nut as quick as your faggy boyfriend eh sissy. Well now you're going to find out what a real man needs to get off."

Suddenly both of his hands grab me by the hair and he pushed me down until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. Unlike with Jeff though I could still breathe and though I almost gagged I managed to maintain until he started to thrust his hips forcing his cock into my throat. For the next few minutes he used handfuls of my hair to guide my mouth up and down on his cock. I felt like he was raping me and I had absolutely no control as he slammed my forehead into his potbelly. I gagged every time my lips touched his pubic hair making me release a steady stream of drool onto him. This went on for a couple of minutes before I heard him yell out and he pulled me tight to his groin. Mr. Clarks whole body seemed to convulse as a torrent of bitter semen explode against the back of my throat. I didn't even try to swallow and his cum mixed with my drool to soak into his underwear.

Mr. Clark fell back into his chair gasping but he held my head in place close enough to keep my mouth full of his dwindling erection. I struggled to catch my own breathe trying to swallow what was left in my mouth. He tasted allot more bitter than myself or Jeff. As wrong as I mentally felt this situation to be with closed eyes I found myself swirling my tongue around his cock and gently sucking on it.

I nursed on his cock until he patted me on the head and pushed me away so that I sat on my heels between his feet to leer down at me. I couldn't look up at him, so I just stared at the limp cock extending from the opening of his boxers. My checks were wet with tears and my chin with semen and drool.

"You did good kid," he laughed, "better than my ex wife. I guess everybody can be good at something."

"Can I go please?" I pleaded.

Shaking his head he replied, "Go, sissy we just got started and I'm sure we got a few more hours to go before your mommy and daddy get home to save your skinny ass."

He stood up and rubbed his cock across my face with a snicker and left the room, "I need a beer after all that."

When he came back into the room he sat in his chair and threw a leg over my shoulder and used it to draw me closer to his crotch until my chin rested by his flaccid penis. I felt so trapped and afraid, unsure of what he would make me do next. I couldn't help it as tears started to run from my eyes.

He grunted and said, "You really are a sissy aren't you."

I sat there unmoving while he continued to talk, "I've got a few ideas and was going to save them for another day. But I think you could use some cheering up and I'm sure what I got in mind would make a sissy like you feel good."

He stood up and reached down offering me a hand. I don't understand why but I took it and let him pull me to me feet and with Mr. Clark holding onto my hand he led me down to the end of hall to a closed door. Turning the door knob and pushing it open to reveal a bedroom filled with a bed and two dressers. Several boxes were placed haphazardly on the bed, floor and dressers.

"When that lazy bitch ex wife of mine took our kid and ran off," he grumbled, "I threw all the shit they left behind in here. I'm sure you'll be able to find something nice to make you feel pretty."

I just stood there not really understanding what he wanted as he stared down at me with that crocked grin spread across his unshaven face. Suddenly that grin turned into sneer and with more agility than I would have expected from an old, over weight man my t-shirt was pulled over my head. Then my shorts and underwear were pushed to my ankles and he stepped on them.

He sneered at me, "Don't act like a stupid cunt, get in there find something pretty to wear. Give me the shorts boy and be quick and maybe I'll think about giving 'em back later so you won't have to go home with nothing on."

I was so scared by the angry look on his face I did as he told me, stepping out of my shorts and handing them to him. I stood there naked and shivering with my hands covering my small and erect penis. I found myself being turned and pushed into the room with his grimy hand squeezing an ass cheek. I just stood unmoving in the center of the room. I heard Mr. Clark swear behind me and pushed me onto the bed. Then he started to go through the drawers pulling things out and throwing them at me.

"Now get dressed and don't be all day boy and you might want to wash that cum off your face." He sneered, "I'll be waiting in the other room. By the way after you wash that face there's some stuff in that red case on the dresser that you might find useful."

I watched him leave the room taking my clothes with him I felt the tears running down my face. I looked at what he gave me to wear. Pink girl bikini style panties with Kitty stitched in red across the front and a bra of the same color. The tag on it said "My First Bra". Two white nylon stockings with a rubbery feeling material on the inside of the top. The last piece of clothing appeared to be a long cotton t-shirt with strings for shoulder straps, it was also pink and had "Princess" stitched in red across the front.

Part of me wanted to rejoice at being able to dress in such nice things. But a part of me was scared by being forced into it by that disgusting Mr. Clark. The worst part of it I thought was it seemed I didn't really have a choice. What would happen if he showed those pictures to my parents? Just the thought of my father looking them over and then looking at me shaking his head and frowning, I could already see the scorn written on his face.

The worst thing of all I could just imagine Mr. Clark waiting until my parents came home before he'd let me leave. I could see him in my mind, pushing me out his front door totally naked for everyone to see. So while I sobbed with my misfortune I began by pulling on the stockings, and then fought with the clasp of the bra. I stood up pulling those pink panties over my hips. Lastly, I pulled the long t-shirt down over my shoulders until the hem settled about half way to my knees.

Looking up I saw my reflection in the dresser mirror and instantly thought that I looked terrible. But it wasn't the clothes it was my, hair that looked out of place all messy and matted. My eyes were red and puffy from crying so much. My chin was all shiny from drool and cum. I looked into the red case to find it full of makeup. But having no idea of what do with most of it, I only took a tube of red lipstick and went to find the bathroom.

After washing my face I dampened down my hair and tried to comb it to look more like a girl would. I only wished that it was longer. After doing the best I could with the pink lipstick I started to like the way I looked. So I went back to the red case to try some other things. I remember watching my mom brushing on colors on her eyelids and using a black pencil to draw around them. She made it look so easy and my first results turned out pretty bad. I went to wash my face to try again when Mr. Clark yelled out.

"We ain't got all year get your sissy ass out her now."

I ran down the hall to room where Mr. Clark waited, "I'm sorry, but I'm not very good at this."

"Yeah, I can tell," he said shaking his head, "I'm sure you'll get better with a little practice."

"Turn around so I can see all of you,"

I did and he hummed, "Yeah I knew you'd look cute dressed up. Come over here and sit down with me."

His compliment seemed to thrill me as I walked towards his recliner. I noticed he had removed his boxers and sat there naked. When I was close enough, Mr. Clark grabbed me by the arm and pulled me onto his lap. I felt one hand rubbing my back as the other began running up and down my thighs. I thought it would of felt allot better if it was Jeff's lap I sat on and his hands touching me. But I did feel some excitement growing as he touched me. I have had thoughts before about what it would be like to be girl and being dressed this way did kind of feel good to me. I could feel his cock start to grow under me and a tingling sensation ran up my spine.

"Mr. Clark," I started, "I need to finish my chores soon."

He snickered and replied, "We got time for you to do me one chore for little girly boy and from now on in this house you call me daddy you here."

"Okay Mr. Clark." I answered

"I said call me daddy you little bitch." He stated pinching my inner thigh till I yelped.

"I'm sorry, ok daddy."

"Good girl," he smiled, "always thought you'd make a better bitch than a boy."

I could feel his cock growing harder beneath me and I just couldn't help to quiver against it and asked him, "What do you want me to do now daddy?"

A smile spread across his ugly face and he stood up holding me to him. Instinctively my arms wrapped around his neck keep from falling as he walked to the couch. I was dropped down and rolled onto my belly. Before I could react Mr. Clark raised my dress over my hips and pushed his hand into the back of my pink panties grasping my scrotum and small penis.

"Mr. Clark," I screamed, "What."

Before I could finish asking him what he was doing his hand smacked my ass loudly, I could feel the heat instantly rising.

"I told you to call me Daddy." He snarled slapping my other cheek.

"I'm sorry Daddy," I pleaded "Please don't spank me."

"Be a good girl and I won't half to."

I lay across the couch feeling the heat from his slaps on my ass. With one hand squeezing my balls and hardening penis, the other on the small of my back pushing me down. I could feel his breath against my flesh as he moved closer towards me.

"You've got such a nice smooth bum Kary dear." He groaned.

Then I felt the stubble of his unshaven face against my tender flesh rubbing between my cheeks. I could hear him groan as I felt his tongue starting at my lower back to slide along my spine. Forcing the cheeks of my ass apart with his chin Mr. Clark licked me down to my asshole and began tonguing me there. I could feel his saliva being spread around my anal opening as he tried to force his tongue into me. I tried to pull away but he just squeezed my cock and scrotum harder when I did. Part of my mind enjoyed the feeling of his tongue pushing relentlessly against my ass. I just didn't want it to be him. My body didn't seem to care though as I suddenly ejaculated into his hand.

I heard him laugh and say, "You're ready."

I felt him climbing over me pushing my legs apart. I cringed as his hairy body rubbed up over my back until I felt the heat of his hard penis rest between my legs.

"I'm sorry Kary," he whispered licking my ear, "but the first time always hurts a bit. But you'll learn to love it soon enough."

With that I felt his hand move between us grasping his erection to help guide it to my hole. I remember screaming no when I felt him push his cock into me. I could feel tears forming in my eyes with the searing pain as he forced himself into me. I could feel my body shaking as he rubbed my back trying to comfort me with words I never heard. After a few moments, the pain subsided until I could just feel a constant pressure inside of me. Mr. Clark watched until my body relaxed and then he started to slowly push himself in and out of me. God, I hate to admit it, especially to him but as he slowly started to go in deeper and back out I started liking it. The more he pushed into me the more my own little penis rubbed against the couch. By the time I felt pubic hairs scratching against my tender, just slapped ass cheeks I was hard again. Mr. Clark started to speed up and soon he was pile driving his cock into me towards his own explosion.

I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back as he snorted trying to keep his breath. I felt the course material of the couch rubbing against me leading to another orgasm. I felt his cock moving in and out of my ass and it felt really, really good. His body suddenly stiffened and began to jerk his cock sporadically within me and I actually felt the heat of his seed spew into me. I came again right at that very same moment.

Mr. Clark laid his full wait upon me as he caught his breathe and I felt his chest heave drawing air to expel it against the back of my neck. I felt his cock throb deep inside me and then shrink as his erection faded. I felt the heat of my own orgasm against my abdomen. It felt better than anything I could have ever imagined.

With a grunt Mr. Clark pulled his softened cock from inside me and walked over to flop down into his recliner. He reached down beside it and grabbed my clothes and threw them at me.

"You better get changed and get home Kary," He gasped, "That was really great and I sure don't want to spoil a good thing. But I'll sure have a few more chores for you do."

I stood up feeling a wetness seeping down my thighs and simply said, "Okay daddy."

He smiled at me and replied, "You're a real good girl Kary, maybe I'll talk to your parents and see if they'd mind you doing a few chores around the house for me and don't forget about the pictures."