I Love To Fuck

On my thirteenth birthday, I knew two things about myself that most girls my age do not know. I knew I loved taking dick up the ass and I knew that I loved sucking cock.

Admittedly I did not have a great deal experience with either fucking or sucking.  It had been over two years since the one time that I had been fucked.  I had more experience with sucking dick.

Over the last three weeks I had gone down on three different boys.

My birthday is on June 9th so I had the whole summer ahead of me.    As of my birthday, I had not reason to believe that I would not be sucking a lot of dick over the next several weeks of my summer vacation.   My optimism would prove to be a realistic expectation.

Paul had already left for his summer in Europe.  If he had been home I am very confident one of my birthday gifts would have been a mouthful of delicious cum.  He did not have a girlfriend at the time and I knew that he jerked off about every night.  He had already demonstrated that when presented with the opportunity to get his dick sucked that he would not turn me down.

While I was still a bit pissed at Jon for having me suck his dick and then breaking up with me the next day, calling me too much of a slut to be his girlfriend, he will always be my first.  He is the one to introduce me to the joy of sucking cock.

If he had not been a jerk, I would never have gone to talk to my brother about it and I would most likely not have sucked his cock.  If I had not learned how much I enjoyed sucking cock I would not have spent the last two weeks of my seventh grade years as Yvonne at school and would not have sucked cock one Thursday afternoon after school.

Would sucking dick have been any different for me if I had been a real girl?  Might I have waited until I was older to begin exploring my sexuality?   There is a reason why Jon took me into the woods that day.  He knew I wanted to suck his cock.  Instinctively he knew I need to feel as if I was just as good for him as a girlfriend as any girl would be.

It would be two years before I would get fucked a second time and expand the list of what I will do for boys.  It would be almost two years after that before I would start whoring for on some weekends.  And the occasion evening.

When Mr Marshall made our 'date,' he told me he would be taking me out to lunch. It was going to by a birthday girft for his 'daughter.' He told me upfront that before I dinner was over he was going to tell our waitperson that I was actually his 'son.' When he did so, I would be expected to back up his disclosure by using my male voice. He was paying me $500 for the night so he could dictate the rules. After lunch we went back to his place. He had me put on a schoolgirl outfit and a different wig and then I was his little girl with a bad report card.