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Danny Doyle Is a Girl

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Chapter 4

Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Danny Doyle had her roots in Ireland. She was a student of Irish Heritage and learned the Gaelic language at any early age. Her foster parents in America were staunch Irish Catholics. Her biological mom was a Northern Irish Unionist and she was conflicted in her personal beliefs. Growing up in a Catholic family, she felt sexually repressed and was easily recruited into a secretive DIA program for undercover overseas assignments. She was chosen for Northern Ireland because of her language skills

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Danny’s trip across the pond was by commercial air because it was part of her cover story that she had no contact with the U.S. government. She was to be inserted into a non-operative Irish family as a boarder for the reciprocal exchange program often used by the DIA to move agents around the globe.

She had placed her violin into the shipped luggage airline program because it was too unwieldy to carry and yet she needed it to complete her cover that she was a music and arts student studying the Irish music as part of her summer program to finish her degree program in music appreciation.

The young girl looked at herself in the temporary quarters near Quantico, Virginia’s full length mirror standing naked as the day she was born.

She was still unsatisfied with her boobs because they were a little top-heavy now and it was sure to slow her down a bit in her intense training in cross-country events and reduce the number of pull-ups, she would be able to complete in the allotted time. Usually, she would bind her breasts with the surgical cloth to make her look a little gender neutral at first glance when she was running.

Her short ponytail could be either male or female due to the change in hairstyles in recent years. She looked over her shoulder at her slender ass jutting out with feminine splendor behind her. Danny knew that it made little difference to several of her male friends if she was a boy or a girl and she hid her secret satisfaction when a gender confused male groped her back there to test her reaction to possible carnal relations. She found that girls almost always never made the first move in that direction, and she assumed it was because females are generally happy to be persuaded to sexual activities rather than to reveal their hidden desires.

Her violin playing skills were sorely in need of practice lately, but she had been so involved with the training course at the farm that she neglected her love of music putting survival at the top of her priorities in the cold, hard world.

One of the trainees in her class was a redheaded boy with a shocking oversized dick that filled out his trousers with delectable bulges that attracted her feminine roots with disgusting reactions down deep in her feminine folds with a sense of wetness that needed to be probed without delay.

His name was August.

That was his first name. She had been told his last name, but it didn’t register in her memory. All she could think of was his unusual first name and the tempting bulge in his crotch.

At the graduation party, she accidently on purpose bumped into August with her needy butt drawing his attention to her jutting ass shelf. Of course, she excused herself immediately pretending to be overly shy and unsure of her situation in the social gathering which was rare considering the nature of their studies and exercises that seldom included physical interaction between the students.

“That’s quite all right. It’s Danny, isn’t it? I bet you are as happy as I am at finally finishing this course. They are sending me to fucking Africa, how about you?”

She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “They told us not to discuss that, so please understand if I don’t answer, but I am going back to my roots which certainly are not located on that Continent.”

He laughed, because he was originally from South Africa and despite his red hair would easily blend into the social scene in that developing country.

August had only recently broken off a relationship with an Olympic wrestler with a demanding dick that needed lots of sucking. He was not overly intelligent, and he didn’t care if it was a female or a male doing the sucking and that was quite all right with August who was not quite sure if he wanted to be a top or a bottom in a same sex scenario.

He looked up at Danny and decided that his ass looked exciting enough to attempt a quick probing expedition to test his tightness. At this point, he was relatively certain he was a man and had no inclination that he was really a female crossdressing as a probable male.

Danny knew she had August hooked when he groped her ass in the back of the bus on the way home to their barracks. Thankfully, she had hidden her feminine folds well beneath padded panties. It was a life-saver because her slit was leaking something fierce with the determined explorations of the redheaded August deep inside her crack and right on the outside of her brown eye.

When they hit the privacy of their quarters, he pulled her into his room and told her to bend over the side of the rack with her ass up high. She quickly dropped her trousers down to her ankles and pulled her underpants down below her ass cheeks to allow him entry to her targeted rear door.

Her confused sphincter was unsure about defending his ground or to open like Danny’s brain wanted above all else. Fortunately for her, it selected the latter and August’s oversized cock slid up inside her rectum with the ease of a hot knife cutting butter.

Danny knew the guilt of being a bad girl and her conscience bothered her, but she needed that cock inside her and she was willing to assume the responsibility of seducing the good-looking boy in a way that she knew was entirely unethical.

Besides, they were going their separate ways, and this would be a one-night stand held in her memory with her other sexual experiences in the past.

She boarded her flight at the large international airport. She had her carry-on backpack and checked in her violin and one large suitcase crammed with carefully selected clothing for her stay in Belfast. If she needed more clothes, she could always by them cheaply at the stores in the large city and she knew the prices were better than back in the USA.

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