Subject: Sissy Moore - Who Am I? (Mf, mf, incest)
Submitted By: Cynthia Moore <sissy.4894@yahoo.com>
Posted by: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Sent: Monday, August 25, 2008 8:56:23 PM
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Hi Kelly,
One evening while visiting with Janie and family, Kaylyn and Billy too me with
them when they stopped by at a party. They said we would only be a few minutes
and then go to pick up Gary. The people there were mostly college student
friends of theirs that they would be in school with this year, and most of them
were guys. Everyone knew I was too young to be there but nobody said anything
about it as they introduced me around. A lot o the guys were giving me a really
good looking over. When Kaylyn and Billy got separated from me, one of they
guys got a feel of my butt. Another one saw that and noticed that I showed no
reaction. I just smiled. He started talking about how cool I was, and said a
few other things. Several guys gathered around me but then some of them started
looking at something else. I looked where they were looking to see a really
shapely girl sort of dancing to the music and she was topless. Very nice boobs
jiggling. She began opening her jeans and then pushing them down. She leaned
on a guy with one hand while her other hand pulled the jeans off. He took the
opportunity to grab a handful of bare tittie. Then she was swaying around in
just a thong pantie. There were several hands feeling her up and two guys on
either side of her took hold of their side of the thong and pulled it down to
her ankles. She leaned over to take it off from her feet with her back side to
me. I got a look at her pussy lips much like mine must have looked for Uncle
Will that evening when I first got there. Still bent over, she looked around to
see who might be behind her getting a good view. Her eyes locked in mine for
just a moment. When she stood back up she turned my way and kind of thrust
those boobs out to show them off. They were a lot bigger than mine, but her
sudden attention to me brought some of the guys back to looking at me. I was a
little surprised. These guys were looking at me when they had a sexy naked girl
there trying to keep her ample assets moving in time to the music. They didn't
just glance at me and then back to her. They were looking at me. Were they
waiting to see what I would do? I walked over to the girl and reached out for a
swaying tit. It felt real nice, but the rush I got was not from the feel of
her boob, but from knowing that these guys were watching me feel this girl's
breast, and that was fantastic.
Our eyes were locked together as she took hold of my t-shirt and began lifting
it until it was above my small breasts. My bare nipples were as hard as rocks
as I felt, rather than saw, a lot of eyes on them. The girl moved closer and
she was suddenly rubbing her big bare boobs against my smaller ones. Why did my
nipples seem to be harder than hers? Such a contrast, and such audible gasps
and moans from our audience. Our eyes still held to one another, I lifted my
arms and she pulled my shirt off over my head.
I had gotten sucked into something that felt amazing and yet a little scary.
Just then Kaylyn and Billy saw what was happening and they moved in on me and
told the others that they knew I was too young for this. One guy responded with
"How can a girl like that to too young for anything?" Billy grabbed my shirt
from the girl and handed it to me, telling me to put it on. "Now!" He was very
firm with the order, and I did as told.
We left to the sound of a lot of groans and pleadings to not go. "You two go
ahead, but leave her here." Things like that.
In the car, Kaylyn said that if I wanted to feel up a girl, then I should settle
for her. She also said that Billy was enough of an audience. She was sitting
between me and Billy and I began unbuttoning her blouse. Her bare boobs were
not so full as the other girls' but very nice and better than mine. I began
caressing them and told her that it was her idea. She laughed and told Billy to
watch where he was going. He said to go for it. So I leaned around and took
one in my mouth and began licking and sucking alternately. When I let go I
noticed that we were stopped at a light and some guys in the next car were
staring our way. Kaylyn was wrong. Billy was not enough audience.
With our girl actions turning him on, Billy said to forget Gary, we were heading
home. We did and Kaylyn became the center of our attention for awhile and then
Billy was the central attraction for two horny girls. Lastly the two of them
turned their full attention on me. It was wild sex of every sort. I had a
mouth full of pussy while Billy's hard cock filled mine. When he was about
ready to shoot he pulled out of me and Kaylyn and I quickly put our faces
together with our mouths open and he squirted semen into each one with some
inevitable spill over. When we thought we had it all we turned and began
kissing and exchanging his cum between us before we each swallowed what we had
and licked the overspill from each others face and boobs.
That was just one of the evenings and days when I was involved in one sex
activity after another with all the various guys and some of the girls there.
Well, I have been thinking a lot about all that sex and stuff. It seems that
not only was I into lots of sex, but everyone everywhere I went seemed to think
I was there for sex and nothing else. Even people I didn't know, like those at
that party. It was taken for granted that I would do whatever kind of sex
activity the opportunity called for. Sex, sex, sex, and more sex. Everywhere.
All the time. Even without homework, it would take me a month just to write
down the details of all the sex things I was involved in during those few days.
Don't get me wrong. I love every one of my family and friends there. And I
loved being with them and doing all the sex things with them. I would like very
much to go back and do some more with them. So you can see I am not knocking
the sex itself nor the people. What I am concerned about is myself and what I
have become, and what I have lead others into with me.
Suddenly, I was thinking that I am more that just a little sex pot. More than a
little fuck doll. More than a cum sucking, cum eating slut. I am an
intelligent person. I am good at other things that I do, not just sex. Sure I
like sex. I enjoy if very much, but why does everyone think that is all that I
am about? I guess it is all my own fault. Especially since I have been writing
so much about all the sex things I have been doing. And I seem to have been
reaching out for more. I enjoy it and I can see why they expect sex from me,
but why is that the only thing they expect? I don't mind them wanting sex with
me, but can't they want something else too? Like intelligent conversation. I
even have firm convictions about the coming elections even though I am not old
enough to vote. Even better than some I know who can vote. I know which
candidate would make the best president for our country. I know what is going
on in the world around us. I can sing and I can dance. And not just stripping
or lap dance. I can play the piano. I can cook and sew and keep house. I
recently proved that. But what got all the attention while I was doing that was
the sex I was into during the same time. I can write intelligently. I can
really, can't I? I have the ability to learn other things as well. Can't
someone look at me and say "What a lovely girl," rather than "What a good fuck."
Or "That girl can carry on an intelligent conversation," rather than "That girl
must suck cock good with a mouth like that."
What am I? Who am I?
I like having sex with my guys, but I also like David and I like Gary, and I
don't want them to fuck me. I don't want to suck their dicks. At least not
yet. I want them to want me for who I am. ME! I like very much that those two
do that so far. They seem to like Cynthia, the nice young lady, not Sissy the
cum slut. Sure, once they know me for me, if they want to fuck me then fine.
But not until they know ME first should they get to "know" me like that.
I don't mean for this to reflect on Janie and the others down there. It is the
same with everyone here as well. But mostly it is ME. I am the one who has
done this. I love all of our family and friends. They are all so special and
wonderful to me. They did not do this to me. I did. I made everyone see me as
a sex toy. But I want them to see me as so much more than that.
No one has ever pressured me to have sex. It has always been my own desire and
it is at least partly my own eagerness that gets the guys to want to do me.
That and the fact that I think I have become good at it. How do I tell them
that I want them to do more than fuck me?
On our recent trip, Uncle Jerry seemed proud to be seen with me, not just to
have sex with me. We had some really nice talks while he drove. That felt
good. Uncle Will introduced me proudly to the people in his office. He wasn't
saying "See what I get to fuck?" He seemed proud to say I was his lovely niece.
That felt good. Why can't I have more of that and still have the sex too?
Am I having one of those identity crisis things?
Love you,
Sissy
Sissy Moore - Who Am I