Camping

Randy and I were eighteen. There were times when I dared to think I loved him. It was lust. In the summer we would sit, playing cards or checkers. I'd watch on the sly as the pink head of his dick poked through the bottom of his cutoffs as he free-balled all the time. I stored the sight away in my mind, as fuel for my fantasies. I could not tell him any of this. It seemed a risk too big to take. Life without his touch was hard, but life without his presence was unthinkable.

Try as I might to suppress it, the sight of him would always excite me. At the beach, I'd marvel at his muscles in motion. After a round of surfing, we'd drag ourselves back on the beach and soak in the warmth of the sun. I'd lie on my stomach while he'd lie on his back, eyes closed tightly. I used that precious little time to let my eyes drink him in. All of the little details were in the picture before me: the goosebumps sported by his deeply tanned skin; the heaving of his chest with each breath and the stretching his large round nipples under the strain; the blood pulsing through the veins in his neck; his baby fine hair wafting gently in the breeze; the pores in his skin and the fullness of his lips. His face looked so serene and inviting. I yearned to lay on top of him, to melt over him like butter in the sun.

     It wasn't until our annual camping trip, that I got the chance to drink him all in.  We were on a day hike when we saw the sign. "NUDITY ALLOWED."  We looked at each other and grinned. God, it was beautiful there.  A stream ballooned into a pool flanked by shrubs on one side and high cliffs on the other.We spotted several others as we walked each one more secluded and beautiful than the last. Finally, we found the perfect one.

     Not knowing how deep the water was, we stripped naked and wrapped everything in our towels.  Out into the water we waded like waiters carrying trays of food, we made our way to the opposite side.  Finally there, we climbed out of the cool water, and laid down on the warm rocks.  Nude, rolled on our sides, we discussed our good fortune.

     After a while we got out our ever-present Chinese checkers.  I longed to play with his dick, but at least I was able to let my eyes wander down to it. Previously shriveled by the coolness of the water, it had now begun to grow heavy.  If he knew I was staring he didn't let on, and after a while he drew one leg up, placing his foot on his knee.  His balls shifted in their loose sack.  Gravity seized them.  They rolled forward.  God, this had to be an invitation of some, but it was so subtle I couldn't be sure.


     We'd found an out-of-the-way place camp, Randy declared he didn't want to wear anything. I signaled my agreement. The night air made me acutely aware of our nakedness.  Not yet ready to sleep, we decided to play cards. The cards were dealt and a few rounds were played.  It was Randy's turn.  He started to chew on his lip in a way I understood all too well-- his turn was going to take a while.  He studied is cards.  I studied his dick.  The dancing firelight was hypnotic.

 "You going to play or what?"

 "Huh? God, please, help me now," I thought.

  "We're playing cards.  Remember?"

   "You were taking so long my mind wandered."  It was a feeble attempt to cover the truth.

   "Yeah, sure."

   There was the hint of a smile on his lips and a look of mischievousness in his eyes.  I was more relieved than hopeful, but still, maybe I'd misread him all these years.  We finished the game.

   "What do you want to do now?" he asked.  I always hated that
question.  Only one thing ever came immediately to mind.

 "It doesn't really matter."  I could dream about it, wish for it, but I couldn't bring myself to initiate it.  

"I'm beat from the all the walking we did today,"

 "Me too.  I could really use one of your backrubs...if you've got the energy for it."

 "Yeah, I could handle that." Back rub always translated to body massage.  It was the one intimacy that was allowed between us; a line we both walked up to without
hesitation, but never crossed.

"I've got some lotion with my stuff.  Could you rub some in? I think I overdid it in the sun today."

     "Sure, get comfortable.  I'll be right back."  As I returned to him I couldn't help but think that tonight was going to be a night for the truth.  We were both naked, he had caught me stealing peeks at his dick and was still willing to let me give him a massage.  This was either a demonstration of his trust, or a demonstration of his desire.

     I stood over him.  I'd seen this sight so many times in my dreams.  I knelt down and touched him.  It was no dream.  I squeezed some lotion into my hands and warmed it.  Starting at the calluses on the bottom of his feet, I began working my way up his legs.  His body relaxed.  As I felt the firmness of his muscles, I marveled at his strength and yet be so yielding to my hands.  I kneaded his thighs, but stopped at the start of his buttocks.

     In those moments his compliancy, he told me of the profound trust he had placed in me. The lotion imparted a sheen that reflected in the firelight.  Finally, my hands were on his ass. The twin muscular mounds exploded with goosebumps when I spread the lotion over them. This was the only place that was really sunburned and I gave it special attention. I kneaded his cheeks, watching them cleave in the process. He repositioned himself exposing his pucker. He was making himself more vulnerable!  I wanted to plunge in, to live my fantasy, but he was the love of my life, and I wanted to see his face.

     "Roll over Ran," I said gently. I gazed down upon him. His submission was unmistakable and undeniable.  Soon I became aware of the heat between us.  I'd already lost the battle against my erection and now I could feel a warmth--low and behind me.  I turned to look at his dick, filling with blood, pulsing, arching its way towards me.  His penis pressed hard against me.  The blood rushed into my groin and I began to weaken. Attempting to steady myself, he raised his hand, placed it on my shoulder, and slowly opened his eyes.

     "Come here," he said.

My ass pushed back against his cock, seeming to cradle it.  My own dicklette, roaring hard, was sandwiched by our warm, moist, lotion-lubricated stomachs.  My tongue met his. "My God," I thought.  "This is what it's like to kiss a man, to experience him with every sense there is."


"Up on your knees, Bud." I knew what was coming next.  He smeared the lotion in my ass and then popped a finger in my pussy. His finger moved deeper inside until it pressed upon my princess spot.  I felt the release of fluid rush down the length of my penis and out onto his stomach.  A moan escaped my mouth and I felt it reverberate in his chest.  I heard the squishy sound of lotion as he stroked himself to full hardness.

"Fuck me.  I've wanted it for so long," I confessed at last.

With one hand he pulled me forward against my weight; with the other he lined himself up to plug my anxious cunt. Then he eased me back against him.  I felt myself open up and then stretch wide as the head of his dick pushed through.  In startled reflex, my arms closed tightly around him.  We froze in gentle embrace until I could relax.  Gradually, more and more of his rod penetrated me.  My balls nestled into his cushiony pubic hair and I knew his dick was home.
    

 It had taken years to get this far.  I slowly sat up and looked at him.  Full and deep inside me, he opened those eyes and flashed a devilish grin.  I began to rock gently back and forth.  His chest rose, and with a low groan, fell.  Our lovemaking progressed by slow degrees, and as our movements became more pronounced, he reached out with his hand to me, first touching my dicklette, then encircling it.

We rapidly approached the flash point.  Our bodies glistened with sweat and our breathing had turned to panting.  When the action of his hand upon me became more frenetic, I knew I was on
the brink.

"I could do this all night, Ran, but if you keep that up I'm gonna cum!"

 "Shit, man, we will do it all night!  Nobody says you can only cum once a day.  Let it go!"

 So close to blowing my own wad, I turned my attention to him, wanting to bring him over the top with me.  I reached down and felt his shaft sliding in and out my pussy.  I slid my hand down and cupped his balls.  With my thumb, I pressed firmly where the spongy underside of his dick met his dancing nutsack.  His whole body tensed and froze.  I had gotten to his prostate the easy way.  He uttered no sound, inhaled no breath, made no movement. I gently squeezed his clutch of eggs, pushing him off the precipice, determined myself to follow him down.

 I felt the first spasm of his dick and the explosion in my cunt. That set me off.  My pussy contracted around him as he continued to pump into me.  We each fed off the orgasm of the other.  My churned cream shot out and landed on his tanned chest. A small pool formed in the hollow at the base of his neck.  The body that had been so at rest as I massaged it earlier was now unleashed, blasting its blueprint into me.  Wave after wave of convulsive contentment washed over us.  I collapsed against him, my semen serving as mortar, cementing our bodies together.  Under me I felt him shudder one last time.

     He made no effort to withdraw, but soon that terrific cock, which had been so hard for so long, began to deflate and, alas, slide out.

I straightened myself out beside him.  Toe to toe, and tongue to tongue, we intertwined our legs, kissed, and propped ourselves up on our elbows.  Neither of us said anything for a long, long time.  It was a magic moment; we were meshed together at the waist, but that didn't seem to matter.  We were meshed together in our minds.

Randy broke the spell.  "You think you could go for round two?"  What a grin he was wearing!

What happens when you are no longer with your Daddy/Husband? (EDITED)

 What happens when you are no longer with your Daddy/Husband?

I've really wanted to do this post for awhile now, but fear has stood in my way. I guess fear of being to vulnerable. To honest. To open and I think deep down feeling too needy. But not anymore. I wanted to have an honest conversation with all of you, my faithful readers about my first-hand experience the last two years after losing my husband of 18 years on July 29th, 2021. Daddy Jim and I were together eighteen years. The last two of it in hospice in our home. It wasn't easy, but now those last two years are the ones that mean the most to me.

Prior to that, eight years before (for a total of 10 years) we didn't have sex as his prostate had been shaved as it had grown enlarged and needed to be treated. It also made his erections impossible and once that happened he lost interest physically as well as sexually. It also meant he lost interest romantically too, again not ideal but we made it work. Not ideal, but it was what it was. We also grew to the point where we shared different bedrooms as:

 1. I was sleeping better alone.

2. It gave me time to use my dildo's. Again maybe being too honest here but it's the truth. Without his sexual interest & being in a monogamous relationship I had to have some kind of outlet.

You may be asking yourself why did I even stay. Simple, I loved him and I still do even though he's been gone two years. We had too much time together to throw it all away, and all we had was each other as neither of us had family that talked to us; and I still don't. I learned all too brutally that after my mother dying before I lost my husband that she was the "glue" that made my immediate family polite... with her death the true feelings of hatred came out. Besides there were other ways in which I could serve, some of which I mention in my interview here: https://thatsmrfaggot2you.blogspot.com/2021/08/my-interview-with-hierarchypcast.html

Cooking, cleaning, shopping, housework, entertaining our friends, and loving him the best way I knew how including keeping him at home like he wanted as he got worse physically. He was 79 years old when he died. I was just 55; and no matter how much you think you're prepared for someone who's very ill to die you never are. It was both an incredible loss and a relief to see his suffering stop I went from being a suburban Stepford boi-wife to widow over night. Years of turning to someone for advice to not having that at all. That's been one of the harder things these last two years. I never made big decisions without his advice or input and losing that was an impossible thing to move beyond even though I was forced to make gigantic decisions all alone. Decisions I had never made before. Doing things like get my first apartment on my own in my own name and doing it 55 years old. It was an impossible hurdle filled with so many doubts about so many things... including did I even do the right thing. The struggling was believing in myself and still is,  I was just dependent on having his advice and input for everything. In some ways that dependency was way too much because a lot of the time I felt frozen in fear and doubt. Doubt still sucks the very life out of me...not that there is much of a life without him. Work, eat sleep and repeat.

The other is that in 18 years time I've grown "older", dating has changed so much I don't recognize the scene anymore. It seems strangers in gay bars don't talk like we used to. We certainly don't dance like we used too either... at least here in Cleveland anyway. Gone from being needed by somebody to not feeling needed by anyone. It seems like everyone is on there phone texting someone or doing lord knows what.

The nights I do go out, which is rarely, I'm barely ever approached and somebody is talking to me first. That alone has me questioning everything about myself. Including my own appeal as I wrote about for the first time maybe three weeks ago. Am I even desirable in the first place? Can I find another long-term committed relationship with another loving man?

The "dating apps" or "hookup sites" 90% of the time at least for me don't lead anywhere and most of the times even the atmosphere of the baths in my opinion have changed. Guys even there are on their phones trying to lure someone outside of the baths to come to the baths to have sex when years ago you had sex with who was there. But then again I'm not in my early twenties like I was when  was going a lot. I rarely go now and 90%... again nothing happens. It seems at times nobody at the baths has sex any more which I find baffling. Maybe it's just a Cleveland thing or that the facility here is so big 98% of the time... no matter how many people are there... it seems empty.

There are so many things that I write about here and in my stories that just don't seem important anymore: like pussy training. Dildo play is nice, don't get me wrong here but it does grow old quickly... or at least has for me.  It also seems like why even bother doing pussy training at all... because it seems nobody wants it to begin with... or maybe it's just my perception. Now granted when people I work with said... "there is some truth to perception" and that comment was not related to anything I'm saying here in anyway but hearing that statement still didn't help my outlook on things. Because if that statement is true, then there is some truth to my perceptions... or could it be I'm throwing off that vibe? 

Granted somethings I just can't  let go of: like shower shot-ing out. I don't feel like myself if I'm not doing it at least every other day and I guess it's because I've done it for so long I don't feel "normal" if I don't. I feel irritable, bloated and just like "bleeck"if I don't. Somethings I would like to explore, like chastity, but what's the point if I have to hold the keys myself and only answer to myself. It doesn't seem worth the trouble now.

It's the "being of service" to men I miss most. I feel like I'm of no service to anyone including the people I work for or the customers we encounter everyday with what I do in my working life. It's the feeling not attractive.. not only physically but sexually as well. It's the feeling of not accomplishing anything worth while. It's the feeling of not being bred I miss most. The satisfaction that comes from knowing that by being bred you were/are "a good piece of pussy". And when it's gone you feel a sense of loss of not being good at anything. For me it's like I've lost my sense of purpose.

It seems very cruel to me to know fully that I thrive being of service, of being pussy for a man, that my pussy is my only sex organ then not be able to be pussy for men is beyond daunting. Or has it reached that point where it is all just ending anyway; and because of my age? Is 57 just to old to draw, attract anyone for anything or is it just the dynamic that has changed and I'm always in the wrong place at the wrong time

I'm not really complaining here, it's just honest opinion, honest questions and sheer curiosity. The whole thing has me very depressed and very unfulfilled, and I feel like I can't be the only one going through this. If you are going through this as you're reading this, please leave a comment about how it's affecting you and what you do to currently combat it.

Currently, I'm not combating it....

Abe's Present

I was at my best friends house. He was throwing a birthday party in honor of my 18th. Several hours into the evening, his big brother, John, grabbed me and took me up to his room to receive my personal present from him. As soon as we entered he closed and locked the door, leaving me speechless and just the tiniest bit confused. He then grabbed me roughly, ripped of my clothes, and pushed me to my knees before he got naked as well.

“I have watched you grow up since you were eight years old. Playing "house"with my little bro as "his wife" in our sisters apron. Having sleepovers where I heard him fuck you for the very first time. Goofing around while we all skinny dipped on those weekend camping trips just "us guys" and again heard him fucking you. Checking me out every single chance you got. You are old enough now, it’s time for you to become MY dick sucking cum whore you were born to be.”

"What about your brother? I'm in love with him."

"He was just helping me get you ready for ME! Don't believe me. Ak him yourself."

Just then Henry walked out of the bathroom fully clothed.  "Sorry, Abe. It's true. It's George that's in love with you. Not me. George knew he couldn't do anything till today, your eighteenth birthday, but he wanted you fully trained before then to take on the role of his lover."

Crying all I could ask was, "Why?"

"He offered to pay my way through college. He. really does love you. Way more than you could ever realize."

"This true, George?"

"It is. Deeply." He pulled out a Tiffany's blue box. I really began to cry then. "Abe, darling don't cry. Just do Daddy two small favors."

"What are they George?"

"Say yes and present your pussy to Daddy."

I spun around on the carpet, bent over, raised my ass high in the air, spread my legs wide and flashed George the pussy he deserved.

What's H-happening

“What’s h-happening?!” he shuddered beneath you. His locked lil dicklette leaking pre-cum between your bodies.

Shot after shot of thick cum flooded into your father, and he was powerless to stop it. In a couple of seconds, he wouldn’t even want it to.

“Shhhh, princess” you offered him one of your pits, letting your pheromones do the talking.

Pretty soon he was lapping away, quivering as waves of ecstasy flooded his newly softened brain. You just kept cumming deep in his pussy, letting nature take its natural course of action. He’d be knocked up soon, his body constantly craving your dick to feed the pregnancy.

“You’re welcome, Dad” you whispered, enjoying his pussygasms milking all the cum out of you, “I’ll let you thank me with round two later. After all we're here camping all week. Hope you're ready for a really sore & mpreg pussy, cause that's my plan.”

4 Big Questions From A Dear Follower

I got this great question from a follower on Twitter and I knew I had to respond:

 I just read https://thatsmrfaggot2you.blogspot.com/2020/10/advice-for-virgin-male-bottoms.html I have the disposable enema that I just dumped and reuse by filling up with like warm water but sometimes I feel I’m not doing it right. Or cleaning it fully like how do I know? Also how do I make it smell good cause I’m always worried it might still smell like an ass. Another thing about being hairless down there I saw I was going to use the cream bait but I saw they you shouldn’t put it near your hole. Mine is mostly hairless just near the hole area it has some hair and I would like it to be hairless if possible.

There's a lot to answer here and I'm going to do my very best to answer openly, honestly and even brutally if I must to give the most informationI can.

1. Disposable enema's: Going to be honest here, I'm not a fan of them. I think there is too much work involved in them. I also think at least from my experience they didn't do the job I wanted... and granted maybe I did them wrong. Who knows. I'm a fan of either the enema bag or shower shot. Which I will get into in the second question. However, I know some bottoms who swear by disposable enema's. There is an alternative to this and that is the https://www.amazon.com/Colt-Big-Cleanser-Anal-Douche/dp/B00KVGXRK8 something like the link--- enema bulbs. I think this could could work better for you.

2. Or cleaning it fully like how do I know?: Ok, this is an easy answer, at least for me. I say that because I'm one of those "princesses" who enema every day. I don't feel fully myself if I don't. In my opinion, a clean pussy is a ready pussy, just saying. This is why I like the enema bag or shower shot. For the longest time it was the old standard red enema bag to clean out, for decades. I swore by it. Then I show a video with a shower shot https://www.amazon.com/Aluminum-Vaginal-Cleaner-Stainless-Handheld/dp/B07S8PJ3ZD/ref=sr_1_4_sspa?crid=23UDPAL0YLCQ&keywords=shower+shot+for+men&qid=1692546061&sprefix=shower+shot+%2Caps%2C107&sr=8-4-spons&sp_csd=d2lkZ2V0TmFtZT1zcF9hdGY&psc=1  and bought it. I'm a huge fan of this. So easy to use and even install.

But your question is how do you know you are really clean. Easy you keep doing it till the water you expel runs clear. It may take a while but it will happen. Change in diet helps with this as well with more fiber and fruit and less meat as meat takes longer to digest. Some bottoms--- those who fist, also fat the day before they are fisted. I've even known some bottoms who do that just to get fucked.

3. How do I make it smell good cause I’m always worried it might still smell like an ass?

It's not weird get to know more about one of your most intimate body parts. But if a new level of familiarity has left you uncomfortably acquainted with the way your boi-pussy (this is the only time in this answer I'm using this term to make it clear I'm talking about males although what is said here can be applied to the cis-gendered female as well) smells, you might be having a few less-than-pleasant thoughts. Fear not— I can explain everything you need to know. you should get familiar with your own butt, so that if there is an issue (like an atypical unpleasant odor), you'll be able to notice something out of the ordinary more quickly.

Seeing our pussy frequently allows for us to detect a small change sooner . The benefit of checking yourself out is early detection of problems, that, if left, can turn into a more serious issue. That includes smell, infection, pussy cramps, and other issues. It's also particularly important to care for the butt and pussy regularly, since this is a pretty sensitive body part. I think one thing that people need to understand is that the pussy and pussy area is very thin, so you really need to treat it with respect. While keeping your pussy clean is paramount, you also need to be wary of over-cleaning, because it can disrupt the anal microbiome. Your pussy's ecosystem contains good bacteria that prevent infections. But if you use anti-microbial wipes or douche before anal sex, you could be more prone to infections if you sustain small cuts in your pussy. Fear not, here's everything you need to know about properly cleaning—and what to do if you're still smelling abnormally stinky down there.

Why does your pussy smell?

Here's a fun fact: As far as odors go, your pussy smell is similar to your armpit. They're both hard-to-reach areas, there's not a lot of air, there's hair, and there's moisture, so all of those things combined with sweat glands in the area can affect the smell. Body parts that aren't exposed to air are more likely to have a scent if you think about the B.O. hot spots on your body, they all have that in common, and it just so happens that both the armpit and butt area are also hotspots for pheromones, your body's natural scent. Of course, there's one big factor that makes the pussy smell different than an armpit: Poop comes out of it. "When you think about smell, everyone's minds go right to poop, so it's understandable though unnecessary if you're feeling a bit squeamish while asking, How do I stop my butt from smelling? 

Make sure you're washing your butt correctly. If you're got a smelly pussy, let's get back to basics and make sure you're wiping and washing correctly. You should wipe front to back using several wads of toilet paper if necessary, but resist the urge to use wet wipes because most people don't use them right. People use wet wipes and then pull up their pants, so what happens is that the moisture sits there, the moisture just festers, and it causes a change in bacteria and leads to irritation. This is basically the opposite of what you're after. I use wet wipes when at home primarily and then towel dry my pussy so I don't have sitting moisture.

Some people recommend either using a bidet or taking a shower post-poop to maintain the freshest scent and best overall pussy health. The key is how do you wipe the least and be the cleanest that you can be. Using a bidet or a water attachment of some sort or popping into the shower and cleaning yourself is your best bet for making sure your butt is clean. (hence my recommendation for the shower shot, which also in my opinion... although I'm no doctor reduces the number of times you poop during the day) 

If you think, my pussy smells even after washing, here's how to get rid of pussy odor

So you're wiping correctly, and even going the extra mile to use a bidet or gently cleanse your butt in the shower, but you're still having issues with stink? Here are some places to start.

Exfoliate: Consider opting for a body or butt scrub to slough off dead skin cell buildup and debris. A lot of people augment smell with different oils or lotions, and I am all for that. The purpose of a body scrub is to create a really good environment for healthy tissue, but also for a really good lingering smell. Essentially, we want to be just as attentive to our pussies—or even more so—as the rest of our bodies. The everyday grime from life's activities is not limited to our hands and faces. It accumulates across our entire body, including—you guessed it—the anal region. We sweat, we poop, we have sex, and all of these situations create bodily waste and fluids that need an appropriate scrub to cleanse and rejuvenate the skin. And just like the face, exfoliation is paramount to creating healthy pussy hygiene."

Keep your pussy dry: Outside of the shower, you'll want to be sure to keep the area as dry as possible. If you don't dry yourself off completely after a shower, the moisture is then sitting between your cheeks. When it's not dry, you're sitting all day long or all night with excess moisture, which can lead to a significant amount of issues. Those issues can turn into stinky problems, like bacterial or fungal infections. Eliminating moisture is also where your underwear choice comes into play. Moisture can be trapped if you're wearing older underwear, I stress that aeration is key for a better-smelling pussy area. The purpose of many of the newer pairs of underwear is aeration, which allows things to dry— especially if you're sweating. Change your breathable underwear frequently, especially post-gym. Or better yet—consider going commando or even a jockstrap (what I call our princess panties---- maybe a term I coined). Some people don't wear underwear at all, and the aeration is better, especially during summer months where there's so much moisture in that area that this smell may dissipate.

When to seek medical help

If you're noticing a sudden change in how your bum smells—if there's a fishy or foul-smelling order accompanied by discharge—or if you're dealing with other issues like pain, fever, and gastrointestinal issues, you might need to chat with a doctor to rule out hemorrhoids, inflammatory bowel disease, or other health conditions.

Sometimes a butt is just smelly. Never even considered how your butt smells? Fair. Butts aren't supposed to smell like daisies, and doing nothing for the sake of bettering your pussy smell is a-okay too. There are so many different camps of people. Some people don't use deodorant, and they love their natural scent. A lot of people like to be able to smell their partner and understand their natural smell. In other words: To each their own.

4. Another thing about being hairless down there I saw I was going to use the cream bait but I saw they you shouldn’t put it near your hole.

(BTW, I'll admit that this pic is ME) I would NEVER, NEVER put a hair cream remover anywhere near my pussy as the skin is just as sensitive or even more so than say your nipple. Years ago as a newbie drag queen I was using Nair on my chest to remove hair even after shaving it off as I needed to be that smooth. Anyway, I got the tiniest mount of Nair on it and caused a small burn on my nipple because of the product. Most people shave using disposable safety razors. Some go as far as to use feminine razors that are used for that area. Some go further and get it waxed (if I had the money I would go this route) and some go to the extreme and get it lasered off.

One thing to remember however, is that while being hairless is seen as the height of submissive "pussyboy-ness" (yes I'll create that word to get my point across) it isn't the end all of be all. Total body hair removal from shaving can be a bitch, let's be honest about that. As it is it can very often if your very hairy to begin with. But hairlessness is NOT for everybody. Some Daddies love a hairy girl. Hairlessness also isn't the end all of being effeminate. There I said it. I've met in my 57 years of life some overtly girl hairy gurls ( and I mean like, "hey gurl, hey" kind of girls) meaning very sissy. Look at the late Leslie Jordan, that was one hairy sissy.... Just a saying.

Let Me Do All The Work

 That's it... Just keep your hands on the wall, baby.

Uhh...Uhh... I'm... Oh God! I'm getting close... I can... I can feel something almost like a buzzing on the underside of my dick.

Oh, baby... you know, we've talked about that. You don't have a dick. You got a boy-clit.

UNGH! UNGH! Yeah... UNGH! You're right. I'm so sorry. I meant to say I got a buzzing on the underside of my boy-clit... UNGH! AHH!! JESUS CHRIST, I'M SO CLOSE!!

Yeah, baby. That's it. You just keep your hands off that clit and let me do all the work... But damn, your pussy is getting me close too!

UNGH! Oh God! UNGH! But what if you cum before I do?!

Well then, I'll just put your chastity cage back on and we'll try again later this week.

Oh my God! UNGH! UNGH! PLEASE! I don't think I can take that... AHH!! FUCK!! AHH!! FUCK!! AHH!! FUCK!! This is the third time you've fucked me since I agreed to let you try to teach me how to have a hands-free orgasm... UNGH!! UNGH!! OH GOD!! AHH!! FUCK!!

And you just keep getting closer and closer, boy... YEAH... AWW... SHIT, THAT PUSSY'S GONNA MAKE ME CUM!! AHH!! AHH!! ERRAAAGGHH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!!

WHOO-WHEEE!!

Damn you got a nice pussy, boy!

But... But I didn't cum, again!

Like I said, we'll try again later this week... WHOO! JEEZ! That was a good nut! Damn! Anyways, like maybe after I get home tomorrow we can try again. Now, c'mon... Hold still so I can get your cage back on...

BUT, Daddy!

Yeah, that's it, princess... Just like that! Just hold yourself over me while I fuck that sweet cunt of yours.

Oh God!!! UNGH!! UNGH!!

Shit! Your puss feels so goddamned nice on my prick! That's it... Lemme feel you squeeze that cunt while I work out a load of baby makers into that hot fuck sleeve.

UNGH!! UNGH!! Oh God, I wanna stroke my dicklette!

What did I tell you, baby girl? When I'm fuckin' you, you need to concentrate on that sweet twat of yours. Don't you worry 'bout that clit. Daddy's cock hittin' that princess spot up inside you is all the stimulation you need.

UNGH!! UNGH!!

Yeah, that's right... Feel the head of Daddy's prick mashing into that princess spot! UNGH!! FUCK YEAH!! You feel that, baby girl?!

UNGH!! UNGH!! Yes Daddy!! I feel it, Daddy!

Heh! Heh! Yeah, that's it! You just concentrate on makin' Daddy's dick feel good and let him worry 'bout fuckin' a load outta you...

UNGH!! UNGH!! But I'm so close, Sir!! If I could just stroke a couple...

NO!! I told you, it'll happen when it happens, baby girl! Now, tighten that cunt and let Daddy fuck! I don't wanna hear any more about you wanting to stroke that little clit. You hear me, princess?!

UNGH!! UNGH!! Yes Daddy..But that's what you said last time... UNGH!! UNGH!! I... I... I got so close to cumming, But you... you came... you came before I could get off... UNGH!! UNGH!!

And that's why you just need to shut up and concentrate on cumming while Daddy fucks your pussy! Now concentrate!  Just visualize... Visualize Daddy's hot, hard cock... fuckin' that little pink pussy of yours... Feel him as he's mashin' that sweet little princess spot... Feel him fuckin' that cunt and makin' that tiny clit of yours squirt... 

UNGH!! UNGH!! OH FUCK!! UNGH!! UNGH!! Oh God!! So close!!

Yeah, that puss of yours is gettin' Daddy close... so fuckin' close...UNGH!! UNGH!! SHIT!!  You ready for Daddy's hot load?!

UNGH!! UNGH!!! No, Daddy! Not yet!!

Too late, bitch... Daddy's gonna cum...  OH FUCK!! HERE IT COMES!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!!

But Daddy, I didn't cum, again!

That's OK, I told ya, it'll happen when it happens. Now, get your ass dressed and go home. And remember... no touching that little clit of yours!

But Daddy, I'm so horny!

Well, we'll just have to try again tomorrow. After all, who knows... Maybe third time's the charm!