A Summmer of Wishes Part II - The Adventures of Witt Leusink

- by Alvo Torelli

(Mb, mc, oral, anal, con, gang, sissy)

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After Pattie Sutor's story of her fun summer working in the glory hole at Camp Lupanar, and all the nice men who would help her get tucked into bed and then give her a ten dollar tip after they made her coochie feel good, it was the turn of a very small, very pretty girl named Indra - the wide-eyed child who'd quizzed Pattie. Indra told the class all about her summer adventures backpacking in the Appalachians with her Mother and her mother's friend Sophie. It was a thrilling tale that included a bear! By the time she was done the pile of discarded clothes was that much bigger and Indra took her bony but rather attractive small body back to her seat in the front row.

Next up was a boy named Alfred, who had the thickest glasses Professor West could ever remember seeing, and he'd seen a lot. Alfred told a halting, painfully stuttered story about going to math camp where most of the other kids were from high school. No one thought Alfred had a very good time, but in reality Alfred may have had the best summer of any of the children in the class. Alfred carefully removed his clothes and added them to the pile, but then he had to go back to the pile to retrieve his inhaler.

And then it was Witt Leusink's turn. Witt was a handsome, almost pretty boy who was tall for his age. He wore loose overalls and a baseball cap with the name of a professional team from the other side of the state: the Springfield Otters. He seemed reluctant to come up in front of the class, but the kindly Professor coaxed him, and up he ambled.

Witt Leusink's story

"Witt, I remember you, from last spring - like sweet Pattie. Do you remember me?" Professor West asked to get the shy boy started.

"Yeah," Witt said, almost too low for anyone to hear as he stared at the ground.

"Good," Imrash said. "I see you're wearing your pin from the contest last year. Can you tell the class what your pin says?"

"Uh, yeah, it says, like, 'Best Sports Wish'" Witt said.

"That's right! So, why don't you tell the class what it was you wished for in the contest last spring, Witt?"

Witt started with surprise and looked the elder substitute teacher in the face. "Oh, yeah," he said with more animation. "I, I kinda forgot all about that. I told you I wanted more than anything in the whole world to meet Buck Foyer, you know, the third baseman! He's like, the greatest baseball player ever!" Suddenly Witt was completely alive and excited. "Yeah, I remember, you asked if I wanted to wish that, like make a real wish. And, like, I said I did, and then, like - it came true! I really met Buck Foyer."

"That's wonderful, Witt! I'm so glad to hear it," Imrash West said. "So, why don't you tell us all about it."

"Okay, so, like, I thought I was just going to have a totally regular summer, you know, hanging out and working around the ranch and stuff. But then, like, my mom gets a phone call and it's some old great Aunt of hers that she doesn't even remember. But then, after she talks to her for a few minutes she does sort of remember her. And her great Aunt - Aunt Peach, she says she really needs someone to come help her for the summer 'cause she's, like, laid up with a bad leg or something. And Aunt Peach runs like a bed and breakfast in the city and she needs some help and couldn't my mom see clear to helping her out. But mom, she's all like, I can't leave the ranch, Aunt Peach, and then..."

"Witt," Imrash interrupted and the boy stopped to look up at him. "Maybe you could get to the main part of the story a little quicker. We don't want to miss lunch, do we?"

"Oh, sorry, yeah. I'll try." Witt looked back to his classmates. "Okay, so I went to Springfield to help my great Aunt Peach who I'd never met before. She had a fancy bed and breakfast called Villa Pedicatori. She even paid me some to help out. The work wasn't bad - just like running errands for people and getting them stuff, like. I didn't have to cook or clean or nothin' 'cause she had someone else doin' all that." Witt looked up at Imrash, who raised his eyebrows to encourage the boy to get on with it.

"Anyway, so like, my Aunt Peach turned out to be real nice, I mean real nice. Right after I got there she said she could tell that I felt uncomfortable around all the fancy people in the bed and breakfast. She said that what I needed was a whole new set of clothes, 'cause my ranch clothes weren't really right for seeing to guests and all, and they weren't the real me anyway. So Aunt Peach took me clothes shopping, and we just had the best time." At this point in his story, Witt pulled off his baseball cap. There were oohs and ahhs all across the room as his long brown hair fell down past his shoulders. It was straight, thick and shiny and the way he tossed it back over his shoulder with a practiced air was striking. "Aunt Peach was so nice!" Witt said as he lowered the straps on his overalls and lifted his shirt over his head to reveal his flat, smooth, hairless chest. "She let me pick out, like, half a dozen of the prettiest dresses and skirts you ever saw!" Witt dropped his overalls to the ground and kicked them into the pile. Many pairs of wide eyes took in the fact that he was wearing girl's panties - pink cotton panties! But soon enough, the panties hit the top of the clothes pile too. And despite his girlish panties and long shiny locks, it was very evident that Witt was a boy.

"I had this one dress, it was like soooo pretty and ..." Witt caught Imrash's look again and got back to the point. "So, like, I got a bunch of pretty dresses and skirts and stockings and blouses and some new shoes. Aunt Peach said 'Oh, Witty, you look so pretty!' and she was real proud of me, especially when I showed her how well I could wear the heels she got me. She even got me my own makeup kit! So, like, after all that I finally felt like I fit in." Witt suddenly did something none of the other children had done - he went over to the big pile of discarded clothes and began to rummage around as he continued his story.

"So, like, after I'd been there about three weeks, you'd never guess who came to stay - and for the whole rest of the summer, not just a couple of days! You'd never guess in a million years! I'm tellin' ya! It was Buck Foyer, that's who! Buck Foyer, the like best baseball player ever! And he was like staying right there in my Aunt Peach's Villa Pedicatori for the whole summer 'cause he didn't want to buy a house in Springfield on account of he already had a... Right, right, sorry.

"So Buck Foyer moves into my Aunt Peach's place and I was like so excited and I just wanted to make sure he was really comfortable and he like turns out to be really nice and we start, like, hanging out together on the evenings when he doesn't have a game. And that was like so cool. And then, like, he started telling me that he thought I was real pretty, and he liked my hair, which was still not that long, but it was getting longer. I mean wow! The best third baseman in the whole wide world thought I was pretty."

Witt had dug down in the pile and found Penny's frilly dress. He held it up and bit his lip as he looked at it, then he slipped it over his head and pulled it down into place over his body. He shivered with pleasure at the feel of the fancy dress, which was far too short for his tall body and barely covered his ass.

"And the other thing you gotta know," Witt continued, "is that the Otters were going through, like, a really bad losing streak. They lost, like, seven games in a row right after Buck came to Aunt Peach's and he was real bummed out about it. And so, like, I was all trying to cheer him up and he seemed to like it if I sat with him, especially if I wore one of my short skirts. So I was sitting with him and he was having a couple of beers, or maybe five or six, I don't know, and he wanted me to sit real close to him and he was stroking my hair and I was pretty sure that was making him feel better about all that losing so I didn't mind. And then he put his arm around me and he leaned over and he kissed me, real hard, right on the mouth. It was a real nice kiss, too, I mean, like, I think it was real nice 'cause I ain't never kissed nobody before.

"So like, then Buck said 'Damn, Witty, you are so hot and pretty. I know you're way too young, but you just look so good tonight,' and then he kissed me again and I let him. But then I felt his hand running up the inside of my leg along my stockings and I got real shivery when he did that and I thought maybe that wasn't such a good thing to let him do, but then his hand was on my bare thigh and up under my little skirt and he was touching my little pecker. And that felt so good!" Witt had his eyes closed as he recalled his story, and he'd pulled up the front of his frilly dress to grab at his rather respectable cock, which he stroked. All the children were wide-eyed and mesmerized by Witt's story, eager for him to continue.

"But Buck jerked his hand back when he touched me down there," Witt continued, "and he said 'Damn, you're a boy! Damn!' and he looked at me all shocked and everything and I was worried that he didn't like me no more. But then, like, Buck took another hit on his beer and he said something like 'Fuck me, you're still damn pretty,' and then he kissed me again and a couple minutes later we were on his bed kissing and then I was on my front on his bed and my little skirt got pushed up and I was wearing my favorite panties but Buck just ripped them away. He said 'Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck' and I felt something real hard pushin' at my little bottom hole. I said 'Oh Buck, Buck, what 'cha doin'?' and Buck says 'damn it, I can't resist you, you little tease!' and then I felt him pushin' something even harder at my bottom hole. I was real scared, I'll tell you right now, real scared. I didn't know what was happenin' and I tried to squirm out from under Buck but he was holdin' me down real hard, and he was in between my legs and then I felt somethin' pop into my bottom hole! It was up inside my bottom and it stung real bad and it went in and out real deep and fast for, like, I don't know, maybe thirty seconds and then I heard Buck yelling' 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! YEAH!'"

As Witt finished describing getting ass-raped, his cock spasmed in his hand, again and again.

"Well, well," Professor West said. "That was quite the story, Witt. Is that all that happened during your summer? Was that the best part?"

Witt opened his eyes and seemed to recall that he had an audience. But he responded quickly. "Oh no, Professor, that was just the beginning. Buck had a big game the next day, and during the game he made an amazing double play that ended the game and the Otters won, three to two. They ended their losing streak. And that night, Buck asked me to come spend some more time with him, and I did, and, like, well, I made sure I wore my prettiest dress and I didn't wear any panties, 'cause I didn't want any more panties to get ripped. And we had a really nice time and Buck was really sweet and said he hoped he hadn't hurt me. I told him I was okay, even if was walking a little funny most of the day, but I didn't mind and gosh I was glad he played so good that day. Then Buck asked me to put his big pecker in my mouth for awhile, which was, like, sort of weird but I could tell he really wanted me too and I figured it wouldn't hurt like puttin' it in my bottom, so I did. And that stuff he shot out of it didn't taste so good, but I swallowed it anyway, which Buck thought was really cool. And then, later, after we kissed a bunch, he told me how pretty I was and how much he liked me and how nice and tight my boy pussy was. And pretty soon I was on my stomach on the bed again and he put his pecker in my boy pussy again anyway. It felt better than the first time, even though he was real excited and he pushed his pecker in and out really hard for a long, long time. But then he still yelled 'Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, YEAH!' at the end.

"And do you know what? The very next afternoon the Otters had a double header and Buck played really good, like the best he'd ever played and he had another double play and he hit two home runs! But they still lost both games, 'cause the rest of his team didn't play so good. Buck was real disappointed that night, even though he'd played so good and I made sure to make him feel lots better, like three times!

"In the morning, Buck had a really great idea and he told me and I, like, nearly burst 'cause I was, like, so excited! Buck said he wanted to take me down to the ballpark for the game, to meet all the players, 'cause I was like some kind of good luck charm and he wanted to give the other guys some good luck too. I was, like, jumping up and down and I ran to ask Aunt Peach if I could go and she said yes. So I put on one of my prettiest skirts and a nice thin blouse and my favorite barrettes in my hair. I even put on heels. I got my makeup just right, with real bright red lips, 'cause I wanted to look good for Buck and impress all this teammates. When we got to the ballpark it was still a couple of hours before the game. Buck had to do some fast talking to get me past the guard, who gave me a really strange look, but then we were down in the locker room! I was in the locker room of the Springfield Otters! Can you believe it! And pretty soon all the players were there and they were teasing Buck about his pretty little friend and how she was a little too young for him.

"So then Buck took a couple of guys aside and whispered something to them. But they just laughed at him and gave me weird looks. Buck told a couple more guys, then a couple more. And then finally, this one black guy, he was a pitcher and he was pretty young, he said 'shit man, we've been playin' like shit lately - I'd try anythin' to get some better luck. You really think that piece o' pussy be giving me some luck? Fuck man, I'll try.' So, like, Buck and the black pitcher took me in a back room and the black pitcher was real nice and I bent over a desk for him. And the black pitcher, he pushed my skirt up and said 'Damn, Bucky, this be a fuckin' boy you got here!' and Buck said, like, 'what the fuck do you care, long as you end up throwing a one-hitter today, asshole?' and the black pitcher said 'I guess you got a point.' And then the black pitcher put his pecker up inside my boy pussy and it was REAL big and REAL long and I think I made a lot more noise than when Buck put his pecker in my boy pussy back at Aunt Peach's.

"But then you'll never guess what happened, not in a million billion years you won't. That pitcher, he threw a one-hitter! He really did, and they won the game and everybody was real happy.

"The Otters next game was in some other state, and they lost another double header. But when they got back, Buck didn't seem to care too much about losing, although he did let me make him feel better, with my mouth and my boy pussy, a couple of times each. He actually seemed kind of excited. And two days later, when they had another home game, he took me with him again to the locker room. But this time, just about everybody on the team seemed to be interested in getting some luck! I spent a long long time bent over that desk with ballplayers puttin' their big peckers in my boy pussy and my mouth. And they were all so nice and they all said I was real pretty and they appreciated me being such a nice kid and all. And then they went out and beat the pants off of the Cubs and I got to watch from the front row of the stands, although it was kinda hard to sit down on the hard bench and my tummy was too full to eat my hot dog.

"Buck was so happy that night. And he arranged with Aunt Peach for me to go to every game from then on, even the out-of-town games. And the team won every game from then on and now they're leading the league! They may make it to the World Series, and if they do, they promised I could come! That would be, like, SO cool!"

All of the children clapped at the end of Witt's exciting story. His enthusiasm was infectious and he beamed back at them, then tossed his long pretty hair back again with a practiced movement and took his seat with the class - still wearing Penny's frilly frock and nothing else but his winning wish contest pin.

Please read on for Part III: The Adventures of Marti Dixon.

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