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* BEING THE GIRL: PART 2 by raymond                                     *
* STORY CODES: g/b oral cons extr-ped                                   *
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* WISHING ALL READERS OF ASSM AND ASSD A HAPPY NEW YEAR AND A FINE 2008 *
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**************************** AUTHOR'S NOTE ******************************
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* This story is fiction.  Yes, that's right - Fiction.  All the         *
* characters have been made up, and what follows did not actually       *
* happen.  The names are not real, and any correlations between this    *
* story and real live events are pure coincidences.  No, honestly,      *
* they are.                                                             *
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* This story contains a ficticious account of a young girl and a young  *
* boy having oral sex.  For more information on the history, please     *
* read the earlier parts of the story.  If you are under 18 or your     *
* reading of this ficticious story is illegal in your country or        * 
* jurisduction, or you will feel as if you will be disturbed by         *
* reading this story, then please stop now.  Otherwise, I hope you      *
* enjoy, and I urge you to leave feedback either by email or through    *
* ASSD.  Thank you.                                                     *
***************************************************** R A Y M O N D ***** 
  
I liked the way I was growing up.  I would quite often look at myself in 
the mirror and think 'if that wasn't me, I'd love to fuck that girl'.  I 
was a really cute four year old girl.  OK, so I didn't really have much 
say in what clothes I had or what hairstyle I had, but I couldn't fault 
on the perfection that Mum and Dad had done for me.  My golden brown hair 
hung down about half way down my back (and I had persuaded Mum and Dad 
that I wanted it really long, so it was still growing), and was usually 
set into braided pigtails.  My attire, when not dressed up for special 
occasions, was usually a pink t-shirt (my favourite of which had the 
needless words 'I'm Cute' printed on the front of it) and something which 
I always loved little girls wearing - Mark's little fetish if you will - 
jeans.  There was something about girls wearing denim trousers that 
really turned me on, and it still did.
  
Often, instead of playing with my little pussy, I would simply stand in 
front of the mirror in my bedroom, take my T-shirt off so I would be 
standing there in just my jeans and fondle my baby breasts.  It would 
often take a while before my nipples would harden, but they always did 
and I could almost bring myself to orgasm just by doing that.
  
On special occasions, I would be put into a dress.  My hair would be done 
up really nicely as normally my braids were done roughly for I was a very 
active girl and after a while Mum saw little point in taking her time 
over it - I would be six before I could do my own hair.  My winter 
dresses were quite warm, but not very comfortable as they had to be both 
beautiful and warm, and they seemed to have omitted comfortable in their 
design.  I could not deny that I looked as pretty as a picture in them 
though.
  
In the summer, I would have a light dress on - and not even for just 
special occasions, when we went shopping during the summer also - and I 
would often play around by 'accidentally' slipping the shoulder strap off 
so that my little nipple was on show, or sit cross legged or with my legs 
apart so my knickers were showing to anybody that looked.  I was actually 
quite amazed at the number of people - particularly teenage boys - who, 
like I would have done when I was Mark, tried to look in a non-looking 
sort of way.  Those who did look at me properly, I would smile a cutesy 
smile at them, looking all innocent, perhaps slip my shoulder strap back 
to where it should be, and I would know full well that I would be in 
their dreams tonight, perhaps filling their minds when they were having 
sex with either themselves or their girlfriends.  
  
Mum and Dad didn't see anything in it - after all, I was their perfect, 
cute, innocent, four-year-old Beth.  How would I know what I was doing 
with the occasional flash of nipple and on one or two occasions, even a 
little bit of cunt was on show.  Of course, I was slightly wary that my 
flashes would lead to me being snatched by a paedophile, but the only 
thing that worried me about that was the grief that Mum and Dad would go 
through while I was at the hands - and other certain parts of the anatomy 
- of a child rapist.  The actual abuse itself didn't scare me as I would 
have been well up for it.
  
The way I look at it, there are three types of virginity.  In 
alphabetical order these are Anal, Oral and Vaginal.  Vaginal is perhaps 
the most sought after, and takes different forms depending on your sex 
and your sexuality.  Mark was still a complete virgin, with the exception 
of one drunken evening sucking on my friend's sister's tits, probably why 
I took so well to being breast fed.
  
I was four years old when I lost my oral virginity, in the toilet when I 
was at playgroup.  There was this really cute boy who came to the same 
sessions as me.  The more I was living as a girl the more I was noticing 
how cute little boys were - I say little; they were the same age as me.  
Tommy was something else though.  In a strange way, he reminded me of me 
when I was Mark and a little boy, despite the fact that he looked nothing 
like I used to.  I formed a plan to how I could see him naked, the idea 
being to take it from there.  At our age, we were allowed to go to the 
toilet - which were unisex ones - at any time, as long as we asked first. 
 The idea I had was to go at the same time as he did.  I couldn't ask the 
same leader though as I didn't want to be seen to be going to the toilet 
at the same time as he did, so while I played in the sandpit with Emma 
and Becky (both two very cute girls, Becky also having omitted to wear 
underwear under her skirt today), I surreptitiously watched Tommy play 
with the cars on the mat.
  
After a while, I saw him go to Tanya, one of the leaders.  I couldn't 
hear what he was saying, but as he then walked towards the toilets, I 
knew what he had asked.  I let a little while pass before standing up 
myself and I went to Jayne.
  
I looked up at the grown-up while holding a hand to my crotch as if I was 
holding it in and asked 'Please miss, can I go to the toilet please 
miss?' (it was odd how my speech didn't always match what I would think 
of saying; I would not have repeated the 'please miss').
  
Jayne looked down at me.  'OK Beth, but be quick yeah?'
  
I smiled my cute smile and nodded, and walked quickly over to the 
toilets.  There were only two cubicles in these toilets, and neither was 
locked.  They were quite large cubicles, built I assumed so that a leader 
could be in with the child if need be.  I went into the one where I could 
hear the sound of urine trickling into the bowl.  Tommy was sitting on 
the toilet, still peeing.  He wasn't annoyed or anything, and although I 
was curious as to why I didn't ask.
  
'Hi Beth,' he said, 'you'll have to wait I'll be finished soon,'
  
'OK, Tommy,' I said.  'I'll just get ready,' and with that I pulled down 
my sexy little jeans and my knickers so I was stood in front of Tommy who 
was dressed the same - just a T-shirt on and trousers and underwear 
rolled round the ankles.  I looked up and smiled.  'There you go, I'm 
ready for when you finish now.'
  
The sound of the tricking stopped, and I saw Tommy shake his cock to get 
rid of the last few drops.  He stood up off the toilet.
  
'What's that?' I asked pointing at his cock.
  
Tommy looked towards where I was pointing.  'That's my willy,' he said 
matter-of-factly.  'You don't have one because you're a girl and girls 
don't have willies.'
  
'Can I touch it?' I asked.
  
'OK,' he said.  This was easier than I thought it would be.  All I had 
originally planned was to see him naked, but I reached out and took hold 
of his little penis.  I pulled it out and started to stroke it with my 
thumb and forefinger.  He pulled back suddenly.  'Hey, if you're going to 
do that then you have to let me touch your hole.  It's the rules.'
  
'OK,' I said, and I spread my legs apart.  Tommy reached out his hand and 
put his index finger across my slit, so he wasn't actually inside of me 
but he thought he was.  I was slightly wet with excitement already, and 
Tommy felt this on his finger.
  
'Eewww,' he said, but didn't move his finger, 'you weed on me.'
  
'I dare you to lick your finger now,' I said tauntingly.
  
'That's gross,' Tommy replied.
  
'I dare you,'
  
Tommy took his finger away from my pussy and slowly put it to his mouth.  
With a quick movement after a long pause, he put his finger in his mouth 
and then drew it out from between his lips.  I doubted he tasted anything 
- I knew that my young cunt juices didn't really taste of anything at the 
moment.  'OK, now you've got to taste my pee,' he said to me.
  
'I've got to get some from you though,' I said, and I knelt down in front 
of Tommy, took his small cock in my equally small hands, and put it in my 
mouth.  He jumped slightly as my tongue started to lick around his penis. 
 My one slight fear over this was that he would actually pee in my mouth. 
 I had no qualms over drinking it, but was scared that if that happened 
it would spill down my front and I would have to find a plausible excuse 
for having urine on my cute little pink T-shirt that wouldn't get me or 
Tommy into trouble.  Actually, I wasn't that worried about not getting 
Tommy into trouble, but I certainly didn't want to be told off. 
  
The licking and the sucking soon paid off, and soon Tommy was erect in my 
mouth.  I carried on sucking, and soon some dribbles of his very immature 
cum leaked out of the tip.  It tasted bland with only the slightest 
saltiness to it.  When I was Mark, I had tasted my own cum and knew that 
it had a slightly richer taste to it, but I was fourteen then and Tommy 
was only four now.  It still felt fantastic having a little boy's cock in 
my mouth and I knew that it wouldn't be my last.  Keeping my mouth 
closed, I pushed Tommy away from me having one last suck of his cock.  
Even though it was hard, it flopped out of my mouth.
  
'That felt weird,' Tommy said.
  
'Yeah, it did.  I liked it,' I said.
  
'So did I.'
  
As if nothing had happened, we both put our trousers and underwear back 
on, and left the toilet.  It seemed that Tommy had not noticed the fact 
that I had gone into the toilet and hadn't actually gone.  I strongly 
hoped that Tommy wouldn't tell anybody what we - well, I - had done.  
That would be even more difficult to explain than had I have gone back 
out there with urine all over my T-shirt.  Of course, I doubted that 
Tommy realised that what we had did was wrong - well, would be considered 
wrong anyway.  If we were twelve years older nobody would have batted an 
eyelid over it.
  
After that, I didn't suck any boy's cock for quite some time.  It wasn't 
that I didn't want to, it was more that there were no opportunities that 
arose that I could take advantage of.  It was much more common for me to 
eat out one of my girlfriends, after all, I would often have a friend 
over to sleep, or I would go over to a friend's house.  Emma was the 
first girl whom I was with when her parents were out one night and Mum 
and Dad were looking after her.
  
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