I'm
a senior in high school, and before I go off to college I wanted to
write about my life so far. It's not your typical high schooler's life.
It
all started when I was 14 years old, just starting my sophomore year in
high school. I had gone through puberty. I had gotten pubic hair, my
balls were bigger, I was horny as hell, and when I jerked off I
spurted. But then there were the parts where I didn't quite make it
into a hunky guy. I got a little taller and stronger, but not much. I
didn't have any facial hair, and my voice had changed a little bit --
enough to turn me from a soprano into an alto. I'm 5'4". All in all, I
was great fodder for bullies.
But the thing that bugged me most
was that I had a small dick. When it's erect it's still only about
three and a half inches long, and only as big around as a quarter. I
didn't tell a soul. Probably some doctor found out during some exam --
I forget -- but that was it. I never told anyone in my family or any of
my friends.
My family situation wasn't so great. My father was a
great guy, an endocrinologist working for a pharmaceutical company. But
he wasn't very ambitious. He didn't want to try to climb the management
track, and in fact he took a new job that let him do really cool
research even though it paid less. But my mom wanted more. She wanted
more expensive things and vacations. She used to work as a technical
writer and made good money. She quit when my sister Alexa and I were
born, but she never went back to work even when we got to be school
age. My father said that if she wanted more possessions, she should
work too, and not expect him to become a manager and do stuff he hated.
My
mom didn't like that idea and took off with another guy, and by the
time I was 13 my folks were divorced. The other guy was a successful
businessman, but he never had kids and didn't want to be troubled by
them. Mom went along. Dad was happy to get custody of me and my sister.
What
hurt me and really hurt my sister is that it didn't seem to bother mom
much to lose us. Maybe it was partly being mad at mom that made Alexa
do the terrible thing that changed my life. But it was still her fault.
I
woke with a start one morning when I felt the covers being pulled down,
and then I heard her giggle. I don't wear anything below the waist at
night, and I had a morning hard-on. And there it was, all three and a
half inches of it, for Alexa to see. And she giggled.
"It's so tiny!" she said, gleefully.
I grabbed the covers to hide myself again. I was too mortified to yell
at her. I just turned beet red and stammered.
"The ones in Ellen's movies were way bigger!" She skipped off then,
giggling.
Alexa
is thirteen, a year younger than me and just starting high school. She
used to be nice sometimes, until puberty got hold of her.
We
were sitting around the dinner table that night. And then Alexa did the
thing I'll never forgive her for as long as I live. Alexa said out of
the blue, "Hey dad, did you know Evan's got a really tiny penis?" I had
been hiding my little penis from everyone, my father more than anyone
else.
But my father didn't smile at my sister's remark or give
me a condescending look. He froze, and then fixed Alexa with an icy
stare.
"And just how do you know that, Alexa?"
"Ummmmm..." she whispered. She knew she was in trouble.
"Did Evan tell you?" One glance at my flushed face told him the answer
to that.
"Answer me, young lady!"
Alexa started crying.
"Cry all you want, but answer me! Answer me!"
"I... pulled the covers down on his bed while he was sleeping."
At first my dad was white with rage, but he controlled himself.
"Have you told anyone else?"
"No," Alexa replied. I thought I detected the slightest pause before
she answered.
"You must never tell anyone else, do you understand?"
"Yes, dad," Alexa said.
I
was miserable. Now my dad knew I wasn't going to grow up to be a real
man. I had let him down. I knew at one level that was crazy thinking,
but it felt that way.
We ate dinner in silence. Towards the end of the meal, though, dad
smiled to himself.
A week passed, and whenever I thought of Alexa and how she had pulled
down the covers I got this sick feeling.
I
felt furious every time Alexa crossed my sight, and now and then I
found myself accidentally stepping on her foot or jabbing her with my
elbow. She knew better than to fight back.
"Evan," my father said, "Let's take a walk."
"OK," I mumbled.
He's not a real chatty guy, so it was no great surprise that we walked
a couple blocks before he said anything.
"I've got a secret to tell you. You're old enough now to keep secrets,
right?"
"Right," I said, with a tingle of pride. I guess I had passed a
milestone of maturity in his eyes.
"I've got a pretty small penis too. And I know what it's like."
My
mind reeled. My dad was a wimpy half-man too? I had always admired him.
But then, on the other hand ... he understood! And it wasn't my fault
so much. It came down through the genes, maybe.
"When the other
guys found out..." he said, trailing off. "Well, things are a lot
better now, though, right? They don't let bullies get away with things
any more, right?"
"I guess." I didn't know how things were in
his day, so I didn't have a standard of comparison. I knew there were
kids who were really cruel to the ones who weren't cool.
We walked on in silence a bit.
"How much have I told you about what I do at work?"
"Not much. Something with chemistry, right?"
"True. I don't talk about it much because it's all secret, see.
"I
work on drugs affecting women's bodies, like their periods and stuff.
The drugs we want to make and sell some day are contraceptives, and
drugs for when girls don't start getting their periods or get them too
early. Then we want drugs for the other end when they get to menopause,
and all kinds of troubles in between. But I'm not involved with making
any of those drugs. I do more basic research, producing components that
can be mixed up to do different things.
"I've got this lab in the basement. It's for when I want to do work on
weekends and don't want to go in to the office."
I
was dimly aware that there was a locked room in the basement that I had
never been in, but there was stuff against the door and it looked like
no one went in there for months at a time.
We talked about other
things for a while, but when we got back to the house he led me down to
the basement. The path to the locked room had been cleared, and a new
lock installed -- just within the past couple days.
"Two, four, one, one, two," he said slowly, punching in each digit.
"Two, four, one, one, two," he repeated under his breath a few times.
"I'm still trying to make sure I know it by heart."
I knew that he wanted me to be able to remember those numbers, and I
made sure I did.
The room featured a refrigerator and a table and just a few supplies.
He
opened the refrigerator, which contained a number of little bottles
labeled with just a single letter, like "A". Then he showed me a
notebook. There was a section for each letter describing what the stuff
in that bottle did.
"When a woman or girl inhales a mixture of
these, it can have an effect on her. Depending on what you put in,
different things will happen. The more 'B' you add, the longer it takes
for the drugs to start working. The more 'C' you add, the longer it
lasts. 'A' is a marker. Sometimes a girl might not be sure whether
she's gotten enough of the drugs to have an effect. 'A' makes her face
flush briefly so she can tell. And then there is 'Z'. 'Z' is very
important because it makes any of the effects of these drugs go away."
"What do the drugs actually do, I mean the other ones?"
"Well,
'M' is pretty good for making menstrual cramps go away, and 'N' makes a
period start when it's late. 'O' keeps a period from starting for a
couple days. The others do other different things."
"Interesting," I said, not feeling particularly interested.
"It's
like my own private chemistry set," my dad continued. "But don't tell
Alexa this is here, right? She's not old enough to keep secrets like
this. And, well, there's the question of what an unfortunate
combination of those drugs would do to her! The room's got a lock, and
only I know the combination..." I thought I saw him give me a
significant glance, "but still! Well, enough of that! Now you know a
bit more about my work."
I
tried to figure out why my dad had been showing me that stuff. Maybe he
wanted to make me feel more grown-up to compensate for having a small
dick. It was a nice effort.
As I was drifting off to sleep that
night a number of thoughts converged. I had a small dick. My dad did
too, and he had been furious at Alexa when he found out what she had
done. He had recently set up a chemistry lab in the basement. He had
let me see the combination. I had the feeling I was invited if not even
expected to go down and look around. Making yucky periods start or stop
or whatever wasn't very exciting, but there were those other letters he
hadn't explained. It was worth a look.
Alexa had afternoon
soccer practice, and dad didn't get home until 6pm at the earliest, so
I had the house to myself in the afternoon. I decided to check out the
chemistry set.
'This factor in tiny doses can help reduce pain
in the breasts from hormonal shifts. Beware that with a larger dose the
breasts will become very itchy, although there is no permanent harm.'
'This factor when combined with a man's sweat causes an effect to occur
only when the woman smells that particular man.'
I smiled. These were more interesting than period starters and stoppers!
'This factor causes a woman's vulva and vagina to engorge and lubricate
as they would with sexual excitement.'
I got a hard-on reading that one!
'This factor can help with incontinence. However, in larger doses it
can make it very difficult for a woman to urinate.'
Oh boy, I knew that playing with this chemistry set was going to be
good. Very sweet!
Once
again I seethed as I recalled Alexa laughing at my small cock, then
casually mentioning it to my father at the dinner table.
I was
motivated to learn chemistry as never before, and read the details
about doses, mixing, how long the concoctions lasted at room
temperature, and so forth.
In retrospect, maybe I went too far.
Maybe I went totally apeshit over something that shouldn't have been
such a huge deal. But my father encouraged me. Maybe what happened to
him when he was a boy was so horrible it made him totally crazy on the
subject. In any case, Alexa paid a steep price. And I loved making her
pay.
The next afternoon, she approached me again. "Do you have more of that
stuff?" she asked.
"I think I can find some, yes."
"Give it to me!"
"That's no way to ask, sis."
She took a deep breath, "Could I please have it?"
"Why do you want it?"
"I just need it, OK?"
"No, I think you owe me an explanation."
"What is that stuff? How did you get it?"
"I didn't say I
was going to explain anything, I said I wanted you to explain."
"No!"
"OK, I said, heading down the corridor to my room.
"No, OK, wait!" she said.
"Let's go into your room to talk," I said.
We
sat on her bed a few feet apart. "This is so embarrassing," she said
after a pause. "Couldn't you just do a favor to your little sister?
I've been a good sister, haven't I?" She hesitated.
"I'm ... I'm sorry about pulling your sheets down," she said.
"That's nice," I said, making no attempt to hide my sarcasm. "But
still, you need to tell me what's going on."
She
sighed. "I started having trouble peeing. It was so hard to get it out.
The next day I could barely pee at all; I went to the nurse at school,
who sent me to the gynecologist. And she examined me -- God, it's so
embarrassing. First she got a little tube, and shoved it up inside..."
"Where, inside?" I asked.
"You
know, where the pee comes out! It hurt a little but once it was up
there the pee flowed out and it was a huge relief. You're not going to
tell anyone, are you?"
"Alexa, did you tell anyone about my small dick?"
"Dad told me not to, and I knew he meant it, so I didn't."
"What about during the day before you told him?"
"No, no one!" she said, but I knew her tone of voice.
"Who?"
"No one!"
"I know you're lying. Who did you tell?"
Alexa
looked miserable. "Well, I may have said a little to Ellen, but she
swore she would never tell another soul, and I'm sure she didn't!"
"Hmmmm," I said. Ellen was a popular girl with a wide circle of
friends, so it was probably all over the school.
She continued the story. "That's when you offered me a whiff of that
stuff, and within a half an hour it was all better!"
"That's nice!"
"But it's getting worse again," she said.
"Did the doctor say what it was?"
"No, she said it was a mystery."
Alexa was lying again.
"Any follow-up appointments?"
"No."
"This
is the first time I've ever heard of the doctors just giving up when
something really serious happens, like when a little girl can't tinkle
in the potty any more."
Alexa started crying.
"Please, Evan, please? I'm so sorry about telling about your dick."
"Sometimes 'Sorry' isn't enough! Keep talking."
She was silent, and I started to get up to leave.
"No, wait!" she said, miserable. "The doctor says when that happens
it's always because ... Do I have to tell?"
"Yes."
"because a girl's been playing with herself too much, and if she takes
a rest from it then it will get better!"
I
started laughing. Dad's book said that it 'mimicked the symptoms of
urinary blockage from pathological masturbation'. Right on the nose! I
pointed at her and laughed some more.
"It's not funny, Evan! Please! I wasn't playing with myself at all!"
"Yeah, likely story," I said, chuckling and shaking my head.
"Maybe
a little, now and then, but just a few minutes, not all night! And not
since I first got this problem! ... So I told, now can I have it?
Please?"
"I don't know, Alexa, you're a naughty girl, diddling yourself all
night long."
Then Alexa just let down all her defenses and sat crying, like a little
girl: alone, miserable, and hopeless.
I
don't know why, but I took pity on her then. I had poured a few drops
of Alexa's medicine into a small bottle in my pocket. Holding it firmly
in my hand, I reached out to her. She eagerly put her nose over it and
inhaled deeply twice, before I took the bottle back.
"Can I have that?" she asked.
"I don't think so," I said.
Alexa moaned, and I went back to my own room.
In
about five minutes, I heard her head to the bathroom, and as soon as
she shut the door I walked quickly and quietly to the door. Through the
closed door I heard pee flooding into the toilet and a little sigh from
my sister. I called through the door, "Wow, I bet that felt good!"
"You pig!" she shouted.
After she reappeared, I said, "That wasn't a very nice thing to say to
a guy who just helped you feel a lot better."
"I'm sorry," she said curtly.
"That didn't sound very convincing," I said.
She repeated, "I'm sorry" under her breath as she strode to her room
and slammed the door behind her.
The
next day Alexa was home early, evidently having skipped soccer
practice. Knocking at my door, she looked pale and was fighting back
tears. "I tried telling them you were drugging me, and they just
laughed at me," she said. "Evan, I'm so sorry for everything bad I've
ever done to you. I'm really, really sorry for looking at your dick.
I'll do anything!" she said.
This was a good start. My bratty
little sister was begging. But there was far more humiliation in store
for her. "First, why don't you show me what this problem looks like
between your legs."
"Evan!"
"Well, you looked at me without my permission, so this seems only fair."
She saw the logic in that, though she didn't like it one bit.
"It doesn't look any different than usual! I just can't pee!" she said.
"Well,
I don't recall I've seen your private parts lately, sis. Maybe you've
got a huge pussy, big enough to drive a truck into, and I can laugh at
that!"
"I do not!"
"Well, show me."
Alexa gave a
frustrated groan. Soccer shorts and panties came down as she stood. She
briefly spread her labia, pointed, and let them slide together again.
"No, no, I think you need to sit here on the bed, spread your legs
wide, and give me a good, long guided tour."
She
sat and held herself open, trembling and looking away in shame. I had
never seen a naked girl before, except maybe little girls with the tiny
flaps shut and hiding the mysteries within.
"Have you gotten your period yet?"
"Yeah, for about a year now."
"So you're all grown up down there, like a woman?"
"I don't know!" she said.
"Why don't you show me where everything is?" I asked.
She
mumbled, "That's where the pee comes out, and that's my vagina," she
said quickly, pointing to each in turn. "And that's my clitoris," she
said quickly and quietly.
"Hmmm, can I touch?" My little cock was growing in my pants.
"No!" she said, indignantly. "I didn't touch you!"
"That doesn't matter. You said you'd do anything."
She paused, now pink with shame.
I saw her shame and remembered my own. "There is one thing you haven't
apologized for."
"I'm
sorry I pulled the covers off and looked at you. And I'm sorry I said
anything to Ellen -- though I'm sure she didn't tell anyone!"
"Nice start," I said. "You're forgetting something."
"What?"
"Telling dad."
"Oh," she said. "He knew, didn't he?"
"No, he didn't. Why would he know?"
"Well, you're both guys, right?"
"Just because we're both guys doesn't mean we show each other our
cocks."
"Oh," she said quietly.
"And you know how that makes me feel that dad knows about my cock?
SHITTY! That's how!"
I felt a surge of shame. This was getting away from me. I was here to
humiliate Alexa, not humiliate myself.
"Oh, no," Alexa said, with genuine mortification. "I never thought of
it that way."
I
reached over to touch her pussy, and she didn't stop me. I rubbed her
labia, poked at her vagina, and a finger went in. I kept pushing
gently, and it kept going in farther and farther.
"That's where the tampons go, right?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said. "My vagina."
"Hmmm. What's a vagina used for, Alexa?"
"You know that!"
"Oh, maybe, but I want to hear it from you."
She
sighed. "Well, it's where babies come out, and where the menstrual
blood comes out." She hesitated briefly, "And where the sperm goes in."
"How does the sperm go in, Alexa?"
"Oh, Evan!" She sighed. "You're making fun of me, aren't you."
"Yes. Continue."
"A penis goes up inside and the sperm comes out the end."
"Has any penis gone up your vagina?" I asked.
"No!" she said.
I moved to her clitoris, which was prominent, and started stroking it
gently.
"And what's this good for?" I asked.
"Nothing, really," she said, gulping.
"Nothing?"
"Not really!"
"Then you wouldn't mind if the doctor removed it, like an appendix or
something?"
"No," she said, groaning. "It's for pleasure."
"Whose pleasure?"
"Mine, of course!"
"Let's not get snippy. So, does it feel good now?"
"Not really," she said.
I kept rubbing, over and over.
"Well, maybe a little," she said.
I rubbed faster.
"Haven't you touched enough yet?" she asked, decidedly uncomfortable.
"No," I said. With my other hand, I poked a finger into her vagina
again, and slid it in and out.
My little cock was completely stiff.
"Oh, my!" I said. "Your pussy is getting all wet! I wonder why that's
happening."
"I don't know," she said, feigning innocence.
"I think I remember from sex ed."
"What?"
"That means your body is getting excited and wants a prick up inside!"
"I do not!"
"Maybe you don't, but your body does."
I kept rubbing and thrusting.
"Man, this is like a river here! You're sure you aren't peeing? You
sure are making a mess!"
"Evan,"
she said quietly, "Please?" A brief pause. "Evan," she said with tears
in her eyes, "We're not supposed to be doing this, right? It's incest,
right?"
"You should have thought of that before you told about
my dick." I had another thought. "Yeah, it's incest, but you slutty
girl, you're getting all hot for your brother's cock! You want it?"
"Evan!" she whimpered.
Incest.
What did I think of incest? I had never thought of Alexa in a sexual
way before, but something had changed. I had started poking around in
her pussy to humiliate her, but once I started messing around with it,
my body knew it was just like the kind of thing my body wanted to fuck.
"Can I have a sniff yet?" she asked meekly. "I've really gotta go, and
I can't! Please?"
I
was rock hard in my pants from watching Alexa get all soupy, and I had
an inspiration. Alexa knew what my cock looked like, so I might as well
show it to her again. There were definitely possibilities here.
"Not quite yet," I said. I stood and casually pulled down my jeans and
briefs and stepped out of them.
I stood in front of her.
"You've seen this before. Apologize to my cock for calling it small," I
said.
Alexa looked miserable again. She addressed my organ from six inches
away. "I am sorry for calling you small."
"Kiss and make up?" I said.
Alexa looked at me with a flicker of disgust, but she approached my
cock and kissed it.
"What about a nice, long French kiss?"
She
knew she had no choice, so she took me in her mouth. I had never had a
mouth around my cock, of course. I wasn't cool enough to get blow jobs
at school, and even if I had been, I wasn't going to be the
laughingstock of the entire place when I pulled out my tiny cock.
Whatever
Alexa was doing felt great! I especially loved the roughness of her
tongue flicking back and forth on my tip. My dick may be small, but it
feels plenty of pleasure. I was panting and moaning.
"Is that enough?" she asked.
"No!" I said. "Keep doing it! Actually, wait!"
I lay down on the bed. I didn't want to worry about falling over when I
came.
Alexa went back to her job. And it felt great.
I
had always dreamed of burying myself in a warm, wet cavity in a girl's
body. While this hadn't been the cavity in my fantasy, it felt pretty
fantastic.
"Oh, just like that, sis!" I moaned.
My climax was upon me before I knew it. I arched my hips upward while
my cum boiled out of my prick in shots.
Startled, Alexa took her head off to deal with the strange stuff in her
mouth.
"No! Keep going!" I said urgently.
But she just sputtered and spit as my later spurts landed on my chest.
"Yuck!" she grumbled. "Gross!"
My
cock would have preferred to finish unloading in a warm, wet place, but
I still felt very good. I lay panting on the bed, eyes closed.
I lazed a minute, catching my breath.
"Listen,
baby sister, the cum that spurts out of my prick is the most wonderful,
precious stuff there is, and it's your job to lick it all up and
swallow it. You can start with what's on my stomach now."
She didn't answer, so I opened my eyes. She was on the floor rummaging
through my jeans pockets. Sneaky bitch!
I
dragged myself out of my orgasmic stupor and launched myself at her,
tackling her just as she had grabbed the vial. My sticky stomach was
plastered against the back of her soccer jersey. I tried to pry the
vial from her fingers.
"Let go, Alexa!"
"No! Please let me have it!" she whined.
"Let go now, or you'll regret it," I said calmly.
She
didn't let go. I jammed my hand between her legs, grabbed whatever
fleshy bits of her pussy were sticking out to be grabbed, and squeezed
as hard as I could, digging in with my fingernails.
"Ouuuccch!" she cried, letting go of the vial.
I sat back and took a breath.
"Oh, Alexa!" I said. "You are very bad again! Taking something that's
not yours! Going through my jeans without asking!"
"Oh Evan," she wailed. "I'm sorry! But I need it!"
"That's
no excuse for that kind of behavior!" I said, then continued more
calmly, "If you just stop masturbating all night long, I'm sure it will
get better, like the doctor said!"
"I haven't touched myself!" she cried.
"You're not going to let me have any, are you?" she asked, crying.
"No, not now!"
"What am I going to do?"
"I
imagine you will go back to the doctor, who will drain your pee for you
and tell you to stop playing with yourself -- you nasty girl!"
"No, please!"
"Maybe I'll give you some. First, bend over my lap."
"What are you going to do?"
"If you ever want to get any of that stuff again, you'd better stop
asking questions and do what I say."
She
bent over, teeth clenched, and I pulled her panties back down to
mid-thigh. I spanked her hard, whapping one blow after another.
I
growled under my breath, "Here's for peeking, here's for laughing,
here's for skipping as you left, here's for telling dad," at which
point I gave her three massive whacks. "Here's for telling Ellen,
here's for calling me a pig, here's for not letting me spurt all my cum
into your mouth, here's for spitting it out and sounding disgusted,
here's for looking through my jeans without asking," followed by one
giant massive whack, "here's for not giving it back, here's for whining
and begging."
By then her backside was very red and bleeding in
a few places, while more blood seeped from where I had crushed her
pussy in my fingers.
"And here's for not apologizing," I said, whacking away. "I'll keep
spanking you until you apologize."
"OK," she sniffled, "I'll apologize!"
I rested my right arm and hand, which was a bit sore itself from all
the punishment it had doled out.
Alexa
spoke with her bottom still in my lap, bright red and ready to receive
more punishment as I saw fit. Her head was on the floor, cheek against
the carpet.
"I am sorry for sneaking into your room and pulling the covers down. I
am so, so sorry I did that! ..."
"I'll bet you are," I said. "Sorry because I'm making you pay, or sorry
because of what happened to me?"
"You! You! I'm sorry about what happened to you! I'm sorry for invading
your privacy and finding out your secret."
I decided to toy with my prey. "So you mean you don't regret doing it
because of how I'm making you pay?"
"No," she said, "I deserved it. I deserved all of it!"
"Now you're lying," I said, giving a few more whacks.
"Oh,
Evan! I'm ... I'm working on thinking about it and understanding how I
deserved it all, even if I still have a little more work to do."
Hey,
this bratty sister had let me right into her brain! She was trying to
change her thoughts for me. Her humiliation gave me another little
thrill.
"And I am sorry for giggling -- that was so mean! -- and
for skipping and acting happy. And I am so, so sorry for telling Ellen!
I giggled when I told Ellen too, and told her how you got all red and
embarrassed..."
She hadn't told me that before. So they not only laughed at my dick,
they laughed at my humiliation about my dick!
"Oh,
you little bitch!" I said, and gave a few more good whacks. At this
point the strength of my blows was limited not by my anger but because
my right arm was very tired.
"Thank, you Evan, I deserved that,"
she said. "And I'm sorry for telling dad! I am so, so sorry for telling
dad! And I'm sorry for calling you a pig and not being grateful
yesterday. That was mean. And I'm sorry for going through your pants
pockets, as I was invading your privacy again! And I'm sorry for
whining!" she said, removing from her voice as she said that the traces
of whining that had accompanied her entire apology. Silence told me the
apology had ended.
"What are you forgetting?" I asked.
"Forgetting?" She floundered. "I'm ... I'm sorry for forgetting
something bad I did."
"Think about my mean little dick, sis," I said.
"Oh
yes, I am sorry for forgetting, but now I remember! I am sorry that I
didn't keep your dick in my mouth until you were done coming, and I'm
sorry for sounding disgusted by the cum in my mouth, and sorry for not
swallowing it all."
If there was more she was supposed to apologize for, I had forgotten
too.
I
then returned to the present. I had my little sister over my lap with
her butt exposed, humiliated and sore after I had whacked her. She
could be so charming and playful when she wanted to -- before she hit
puberty.
Why was I doing this to my sister? Then I remembered.
She had peeked at my dick, laughed at it, told a friend, and laughed
with her at my embarrassment. She deserved it.
"OK, Alexa, you can leave now."
"I could still lick your dick and your stomach to get all the precious
cum," she said.
I checked to see if she was being sarcastic, but she wasn't.
"It's OK, just go!" I hoped she didn't see my eyes getting moist as she
left, picking up her shorts and panties on the way.
I
heard her head to the bathroom just as I was getting ready for my own
shower. Maybe she wanted to wash off her sore bum and pussy.
"After me, Alexa," I called.
"Oh, yes, certainly," she said, retreating to her room with eyes cast
down.
I had decided to walk to the shower naked. I was going to be proud of
my dick.
I had an inspiration, and after a brief trip to my dad's chemistry set,
I knocked on Alexa's door.
"Come in!"
"Hey, Alexa, I can see you're uncomfortable. Here, take a whiff."
She flashed me a big smile and took a deep whiff.
"Oh, thank you, Evan. Thank you so much," and she gave me a gentle
squeeze.
I
reflected that her speech was a little funny now she was getting all
meek and submissive. Alexa was one smart cookie -- smarter than me, I
must admit -- and she now started talking in very proper grown-up talk
some of the time. It was a bit weird, but it also felt respectful, and
I liked that.
I
punched my alarm to shut it up, then took a minute to wake up. Then I
heaved myself up and started getting dressed. I heard a knock on the
door.
"What?" I muttered.
"Evan, can I come in, please, if you don't mind?" Alexa asked.
I
finishing pulling my jeans up and sitting on the bed again. "OK," I
sighed. I realized I hadn't heard her approaching the door. Had she
been waiting outside for me to wake up?
She crawled in, nude,
head down and beautiful blond hair, freshly brushed, hanging down in
front of her. She crawled until she reached the side of my bed, and
then she sat back with her legs folded under her.
"Oh, Evan. I
have been very bad. I am very sorry. Is there anything I can do so
you'll give me some of that stuff this morning? I need it."
I considered, awake enough to enjoy her discomfort.
She spoke first. "Would you like to have intercourse with me? I'll let
you!"
That
offer got my attention! She must really want that little whiff bad. I
considered the situation, though. I was a virgin and just waking up, a
bit groggy. I didn't want my first time to be like that.
"I'll
take a rain check on that," I said. "But you could take my large, manly
organ in your mouth again. But this time you keep licking it when I
come, and keep going until I'm totally finished, OK?"
"OK. I would be happy to do that," she said.
I
lay back and removed jeans and underpants. She crawled up on the bed,
and as she did I took a closer look at her in her nakedness. Her
breasts were not large, but they were definitely breasts, and the shape
was very pleasing. She knelt below me and her head went down to my
cock, her cascade of blond hair shielding what she was doing from my
eyes. She proceeded to give me a lovely blow job. She took in all of my
dick, swirled her tongue more, caressed my balls lightly, and flicked
her tongue just as my climax was upon me. I heaved my pelvis upward
just as my first glob shot into her mouth, but she adjusted to the
motion as well as to the cum and kept flicking and swallowing and
sucking.
I felt fantastic, unloading my cum into the most wonderful warm and wet
cave. I finally said, "OK, enough."
She
let my cock pop free and sat up. I lay in afterglow, and she sat below
me on the bed, legs folded under her as before, head bowed.
After a suitable interval, she asked very softly, "Is there anything
else I could do to please you?"
I stirred and sat up. We needed to get moving or we would be late to
school.
"Hmmm. Not right now. So, sis, what can I do for you?"
She looked up only briefly, taking my sarcasm with total humility.
"I can't pee, Evan. Not at all."
I hadn't seen Alexa pee in ages, since she was a tiny girl. It might be
fun.
"So what would you like me to do?"
"If it's OK with you, I would like to sniff a little of the liquid that
lets me pee."
"OK. Say, can I take a look this morning as to what's down there?"
She hesitated. "There's something else," she said.
"Yes?"
"It's all swollen and wet."
"Like yesterday, as you enjoyed my finger?"
"Worse. Or at least wetter."
"Were you playing with yourself?"
"No, Evan, I wasn't. Or if I did, it was in my sleep."
"I'll give you a sniff and that problem will get better too."
She tried to hide her excitement.
"But I want to watch it change, and I want to watch you pee."
"Certainly."
"And I want a full apology."
"Evan,
I am so sorry I came into your room without asking, and pulled down the
sheet, and laughed at your dick. I am sorry for telling my friend
Ellen, and I am really, really sorry for telling dad. I am so sorry,
Evan. I was really, really bad. Can you forgive me?"
"No," I said. "But keep apologizing and doing what I say, and maybe I
will some day."
"Yes, Evan, I will apologize whenever you like."
"So, show me your twat, sis."
So
she pulled down her wet underpants and sat on the bed with legs spread
wide. I stroked her vulva, significantly more engorged and wet than
they had been the previous afternoon. I slid my finger into her vagina;
it was positively soupy.
Then I reached under my pillow for the
small bottle, took the top off and held it under her nose. She inhaled
twice. She looked like a junkie getting her next fix.
I then watched carefully. Within a minute I could see the dark color
slowly drain from her pussy lips and see them shrink.
I saw red spots where my fingernails had dug into her the day before.
"I have to go bad, now, Evan. Please?"
"Just another minute," I said.
Her pussy opening and clit and inner lips all shrank before my eyes. It
was a little like watching my cock go down after coming.
"Evan," she said meekly after maybe ten seconds, "I can't hold it much
longer..."
I saw a few drops of pee dribble from her pee hole. I certainly didn't
want a flood on my bed.
"OK," I said.
Instantly she leapt from the bed and darted to the bathroom, with me
hot on her heels.
As she got to the toilet, I called "Just one more second!"
As
she sat on the toilet seat I quickly got on my knees in front of her
and spread her legs even wider than they were, and said, "OK."
Instantly,
a flood of urine gushed forth. Pee could never flow out of a dick that
fast! I could see her bliss as her face relaxed. Peeing when you really
have to can feel almost like an orgasm, I recalled.
"Let me wipe, little sis," I said, and she patiently sat while I got
some toilet paper and dabbed off her pussy lips.
I
was doing my homework that afternoon when Alexa got home from soccer
practice. She sheepishly approached my door and curtseyed.
"Curtseying looks pretty funny in soccer shorts," I said.
"Sorry," she said. "I am ready for anything you wish, including sexual
intercourse," she said. "Would you still like that?"
"Yes," I said. "I am going to fuck you. Ask me to fuck you."
"Yes,
Evan, please fuck me. Any time is fine; however, if you wait until late
this evening I will have more time to make it special for you."
That sounded good. "OK," I said.
She
turned to leave, but I stopped her. "First, come over here and take
your shorts and panties off. Now put your foot up on the desk. Good."
Her pussy was open to my view. I looked it over.
"Not swollen," I said.
"No," she said. She started to say something more but stopped herself.
I felt around her pussy with my fingers, and slid one in her hole. It
wasn't as soupy as before, but it still slid in OK.
"Evan, I am so sorry I invaded your privacy..." She continued her
apology to the end, not forgetting anything.
"I have something for you to sniff," I said.
"I'm not having any difficulties at the moment."
"That's OK, sniff it anyway."
With only a slight hesitation, she did, and I made sure her face
flushed red.
"OK, now you can go."
"There
is one other thing, Evan: contraception. I have bought some condoms
which you could use if you like. We could simply have sex without
protection, and then I could take a morning-after pill. We could also
wait to see if I become pregnant, and if I do I could either get an
abortion, or carry the baby to term, whichever you want."
Wow! The idea of getting Alexa pregnant made my cock pulse.
"No condom," I said. "As for the rest, let's see later. When should I
come to your room?"
My father invited me for another walk after he got home from work.
After some mundane talk, he brought up the issue on his mind.
"Alexa came to me the other day, complaining that you were molesting
her."
I got a very uneasy feeling, but waited for him to continue. He looked
at me sidelong a few times, but I held my silence.
"I
told her that her big brother wouldn't do anything of the kind, and
surely she was imagining things. I reminded her that she had molested
you by spying on your cock, and that I couldn't blame you for still
wanting to strangle her."
My dad was smiling, and I breathed a sigh of relief. He knew, and he
didn't mind.
"Are you feeling any better about what she did?" he asked.
"A little," I said.
"Well, take your time. It's understandable that your anger at what she
did wouldn't go away all at once."
I smiled at him, and although he tried not to smile, he did anyway.
It
was a surprising sight. The room was completely picked up and clean --
a condition it had not been in for several years. A half dozen candles
gave a romantic effect. There was a bottle of wine, even though we were
both underage. Most stunning was Alexa herself. She wore a low-cut
white dress that came to mid-thigh. Her hair shone and hung loose to
her shoulders. Her face looked absolutely stunning. She was probably
wearing make-up to achieve that effect, though I couldn't detect any.
"Evan, I am sorry that I..."
"It's OK," I said. I didn't feel like an apology just then.
I'm
not sure what she expected. If I had had on a tux we could have danced
and drunk wine, I guess. That would be a girl thing to do, to make a
romantic time of it. I appreciated her effort, but this night was going
to happen according to my agenda, not hers.
I hadn't dressed
specially, and the first thing I did was to strip, my cock rising
quickly in plain view. She looked gorgeous in her dress, but I wanted
to get at what was inside. I approached her and had a brief impulse to
kiss her, but that prospect felt incestuous in a way the rest of this
wasn't. Besides, I still hated her.
As she stood, head bowed, I
moved my hands all over her, back, front, neck, thighs. I squeezed her
butt through the fabric, and slid my hand up under her dress. Little
boys dream of doing that, but big boys do too. I wasn't surprised to
find she was wearing no panties, given what she had signed up to do.
Within a minute I was unfastening her dress in back so she could step
out of it. She was wearing no bra either.
She stripped the
covers from the bed, and at my instruction lay back, legs apart. I
couldn't resist sucking on those lovely young nipples that stuck out
from her small breasts.
"You know, Alexa, we're going to do this more than once tonight."
"If you want," she said.
As I lowered myself, I looked at her pussy.
"Wow, Alexa! You are so soupy! And no trouble peeing?"
"None," she said.
I decided to give my body free rein. I lowered myself on her, and she
winced just the tiniest bit.
"What was that?"
"Where
you spanked me is still a bit sore," she said. "I... am also a virgin,
of course, so it may hurt me at first. But that doesn't matter."
I
agreed that it didn't matter. I lined my cock up with her pussy, and
pushed in -- the first time my cock had ever been in one. Under the
influence of her afternoon medicine, my sister's cunt was wet and hot.
I felt a slight constriction. My finger had been in her a number of
times, but a finger is smaller than a cock, even my cock.
"Yum, sis, I get to take your virginity. I hope it hurts."
"Me .... me, too," Alexa said, though she looked pale. "I deserve for
it to hurt."
I
made sure I had a good view of her face as I positioned my hard prong
like it was a spring-loaded steel tool. I let the trigger go and rammed
in, and her pussy gave way before me as I surged into the hot welcoming
soup beyond. Alexa gave a little wince, but not much.
The
sensations were magnificent. Her mouth was great, but her cunt felt
right in a profound way. I saw my prong up inside a girl, between her
smooth, parted legs. It triggered my most primitive masculine
instincts. I pounded in a flurry, and within fifteen seconds I came up
inside my sister -- my naughty sister. It felt magnificent. My cock
might be small, but it does the job.
Her mouth might have to
learn how special cum was, but her cunt knew it instinctively,
welcoming the teeming sperm. I lay panting beside her.
I looked at her, and she at me. "Did I make you happy?" she asked.
"Yes,"
I said with a touch of reservation, not wanting to admit how perfect it
had been to fuck my sister with abandon. "You may apologize, now," I
said as I rested.
She repeated the apology, sounding totally sincere.
"One more thing. You tattled to dad."
"I am so sorry for that! It was before I fully realized what a bad, bad
girl I had been."
Within two minutes my cock was hard again.
I
mounted her again, and this time settled in for a leisurely slow fuck.
I looked at her nipples, and bent down to lick and suck them as I rowed
my prick in and out, over and over.
"Evan, I am so sorry to interrupt."
"Yes?"
If she told me something hurt, I was going to tell her to lump it and
keep fucking away. Maybe I would do my best to make it hurt more. She
had told my father! She had laughed with Ellen at how embarrassed I was!
"As
you know, sex can feel good to girls as well as boys. I can try to feel
as little pleasure as possible, though I might not succeed completely.
If I do feel pleasure, should I keep it to myself, or express it?"
"I'm not going to do one damned thing to help you feel pleasure, OK?"
"Of
course not, Evan. I never would have asked. I deserve no pleasure. But
the motions you use to get your own pleasure also give my body
pleasure." She thought a moment. "Perhaps we could experiment to find
other positions that would let you feel good without feeling good to
me."
"Maybe later," I said. "For now, let it all hang out, sis. Just
remember, I'm doing it for me, not you, OK?"
"Of course, Evan. I do not deserve to have you do anything to make me
feel good." She was dead serious, and I was glad.
I
pumped away, sucking her breasts now and then. She panted and moaned,
and when I bothered to look I saw a hunger and passion in her eyes as
she looked at me.
"I want you to feel so good, Evan. If there's anything I can do..."
"It's
OK, sis, just shut up," I said, pumping away. Maybe I saw a brief
expression of hurt or anger flash across her face, but I decided to
give her a break.
"Ready for more sperm, sis? Ready to get pregnant?"
"Yes, Evan! Please shoot me full of sperm! Make me pregnant!"
I grinned, and with that encouragement she continued.
"You're
so hard and male. I want you to have your every pleasure with me. I
want you to feel more pleasure than you've ever had in your life as
your hard dick surges into my cunt and fills me with sweet, precious
cum to make me pregnant! Fuck me, Evan! Fuck me just the way you like!"
"OK,
sis," I panted, as I passed the point of no return and natural heroin
surged through my brain, "Fuck you! Fuck you! FUCK YOU!" and then an
amazing thing happened. Her cunt squeezed me tight, and the natural
heroin doubled. Alexa let out a huge moan, the cunt contractions became
rhythmic, and she panted.
"Oh, Evan, oh Evan, oh Evan!" she
babbled, then got control of herself, presumably wondering if that
would please or displease me.
I was happy that my totally selfish fucking with my small dick was
enough to satisfy a woman. It was an ego boost, and I smiled.
I
lay down on her squarely, enjoying her female flesh. She struggled a
bit to breathe, but didn't complain. Both parts were good: that she was
struggling to breathe and that she wasn't complaining.
She asked meekly from beneath me, "Evan, can I ask a question? You
don't have to answer."
I felt my defenses start going up. "Not just yet, sis, give me a
minute".
After a minute, I rolled off of her onto my back. When I was good and
ready, I spoke, "OK, what's your question?"
"You
don't have to answer, but I'm curious. Is it going to be like this
forever? Needing to sniff that stuff? How much do you control things,
and how much is random? You don't need to tell me, of course, but I'd
be glad if you wanted to say a little."
This was worth a little thought. It was good for her to be miserable.
It would also be good to dangle some hope in front of her.
"Well, my dear Alexa, fine fuck that you are, I will tell you a little.
"Things
can go back to normal whenever I decide. I change what's in what you
sniff to make different things happen to you. Like this evening: I had
no reason to want you to be having trouble peeing, but I liked the idea
of your pussy being all wet and engorged. Did it make you feel horny?"
"Oh.
Not directly, but having everything swollen like that means every
little thing stimulates me. And I can't help thinking about sex."
"So it isn't so bad?"
"No, not really, except, during the day I don't like to be thinking
about sex, and it's hard."
"Like on the soccer field?"
"Especially there. When I run it chafes. It feels good and bad at the
same time."
I smiled at that.
"Evan,"
she said softly. "I feel so helpless." Then she returned to her
submissive tone, adding, "Of course I deserve to feel helpless after
what I did to you."
Her groveling really was very satisfying.
I
retrieved a vial from my pants pocket. "You need a whiff of this, my
dear," I said, "so that you will have trouble peeing tomorrow morning,
and to create one other trial for you to endure, a new one. So, sweet
sister, take a nice long whiff of your evening medicine.
Tears sprang to her eyes as I held the bottle under her nose. She held
her breath.
"Come on, Alexa, you deserve it."
Still she hesitated.
"Take a nice deep breath, Alexi-poo."
Finally
she couldn't hold her breath any more, and sniffed up her medicine.
This time I checked carefully to make sure she flushed red. She did,
but started crying.
"I'm sorry... Evan... I shouldn't cry... I deserve this..."
"Yes, you do. Now pull yourself together, and do what you have to do."
She
repeated her apology, and with a kiss to her forehead, I returned to my
bed. Why had I kissed her? She didn't deserve any comforting kisses.
I
woke a couple hours later, my dick aching for the feel of Alexa's cunt.
I let myself into her room, quietly. She was sleeping, but quickly came
awake and asked what I would like. I just had her spread her legs again
so I could have another quick fuck and put more of my precious sperm
where it belonged. She was still pretty wet from my last two loads of
cum, but she wasn't swollen. I would have to remember to add more of
the factor that makes things last when I gave her the arousing stuff.
That way I could have a smooth, hot fuck whenever I wanted without
bothering with whatever it was they called foreplay.
"Evan, is there anything I can do to please you?" she asked as soon as
I emerged from my room the next morning.
"Do you have any symptoms this morning?" I asked.
"As you predicted, I can't pee this morning."
"Good, good. Anything else?"
"I am feeling sore in my vagina, but I'm not sure if that's a normal
consequence of sex or part of your plan."
"That's all you," I said. "Anything else?"
"My breasts are a little itchy."
"That's
right. Very good. As for other things, let me think. What about this
pregnancy business? I dumped three loads of cum into your cunt last
night, and so the sperm are all wriggling around. Where are you in your
cycle?"
"My last period started 14 days ago, so it's likely that I 'm fertile."
"So you might get pregnant?"
"Yes,
it seems entirely possible. It's kind of exciting, actually," she said,
then realized that offering her opinions without being asked was not
wise. "Whatever you want is what I want."
The idea of having
knocked my sister up made blood pulse into my loins. "So would you
raise the baby? Or give it up for adoption?"
"Whichever you like," she said.
"What do you think dad would say? Or mom?"
"Perhaps they'd be upset. It doesn't matter how mad they are at me, all
that matters is how it affects you."
"Oh Alexa, you are something else," I said, smiling. I then realized
that I was betraying something resembling affection.
"I think a morning after pill would be an excellent choice. Can you get
yourself one?"
"Certainly."
"And get yourself on the real pill as soon as you can."
Alexa
was already home when I got home that afternoon, and she raced up to
me, topless, breasts covered with something sticky, face red and
streaked with tears.
"Oh, Evan! It's so horrible! I can't stand it! Can you fix it? Please?"
It looked like this had gotten out of hand.
I
raced to my room, shutting the door so she wouldn't see where I kept my
secret stash of factor Z. But I retrieved it quickly and offered her a
sniff. She kept inhaling and inhaling over and over again.
"Can I take a shower now?" she asked meekly.
I
thought it might be fun to see her breasts return to normal, but there
wasn't really much to see. So I let her go shower by herself. But I
made a mental note that I wanted to drill her against the wall of the
shower pretty soon. From the shower I heard groans of relief, and half
an hour late she appeared, dressed and relaxed.
Alexa had
skipped out of school a mere hour after getting there that morning,
since she was going crazy trying not to scratch her breasts in public.
As advertised, there were no lasting effects. But as I recalled the
utter panic on her face, I realized I needed to be careful with the
doses I used. My dear sister Alexa deserved misery, but there were
limits.
So
Alexa and I fucked, almost every night, sometimes twice or three times.
I humped her from the rear, and against the wall. I had her ride me
facing me and facing away. She was always demure and always did
everything I asked, but she usually had a moaning, pussy-clenching
orgasm just when I did. My small dick was big enough to give her a big
orgasm.
Then I wanted to try an experiment.
"Alexa," I said. "I am going to leave it up to you whether we sleep
together tonight."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"If you'd like to fuck, I'll be happy to fuck, but if you'd rather take
a night off, I'd be happy to do that too."
"Surely you know which you would prefer?"
"What I would prefer tonight is to do what you would like."
I
could see Alexa's mind spin. "Well, if you really want to know, I'd
slightly prefer not to have sex tonight. But I really would be fine
with it as well. I would enjoy -- I mean, I would be happy to help you
enjoy me sexually."
She groveled so nicely, I thought. We took a night off.
"It seems that the only effect of what I sniff lately is to make me
engorged and wet, is that right?"
"Yeah."
"I can do that myself, whenever you wish, without needing to sniff
anything."
"Hmmmm. How are you going to do that? Doesn't it take a while for a
girl to get hot?"
"I got a vibrator. Is that OK? Should I have asked? I could throw it
away."
"No, that's fine," I said.
"It can lead to very rapid sexual arousal."
"OK, let's give it a try."
It worked great.
Alexa
always made herself wet when she went to bed, so she was ready for the
taking whenever I came in. If I wanted her in the middle of the night,
it really took only 30 seconds for her to get aroused.
It was
slightly more pleasant as well. Her pussy was somehow fresher when it
was responding in the moment based on old-fashioned stimulation than
when it had been aroused all night by chemical means.
That meant that she wasn't sniffing anything at all.
"Evan, you didn't come in to my room last night," Alexa asked one
morning. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No," I said, "I just didn't feel like it."
"OK," she said, but she sounded deflated.
I grinned. "You miss it! You want it!"
"No, Evan," she said, a little flustered. "Only because it usually
means so much to you."
"Nah, you're lying. You want it! You miss it when your big brother
doesn't fuck you!"
"Well,"
she said, coloring. "It is bad of me to think of my own pleasure, but I
guess I do miss it. I will try to do better. I also, um," she shifted
uneasily, "I also really love seeing you so happy." She hesitated. "I
would love it even if it wasn't part of my punishment."
I felt a pang in my heart that felt a lot like love, but I quickly
quashed it.
"We
will continue to have sex when and only when I feel like it," I said.
"I think you should also clean my room, and give me back rubs and foot
rubs."
"Certainly."
"And I'd like you to bake chocolate chip cookies every Friday
afternoon."
She smiled. "Of course."
"And on Saturdays, I'd like breakfast in bed -- an omelette, I think.
French toast, sometimes."
She smiled.
Oh,
Alexa had been a sweet girl before her hormones struck. And she was
certainly acting sweet again, even if it was under duress.
Why
was I making her meet my every whim? How had this happened? I
remembered. She had made fun of my small dick. To my father, and to a
friend at school. I could never forgive her for that.
There were these hints now and then that it wasn't all under duress,
though.
I
had assumed that once Ellen knew about my small dick, the news would be
all over school. I was wrong about that. Somehow the secret had stayed
in a fairly small group of girls. I knew that because when it finally
jumped across the gender line to the boys two months later, it was
unmistakable.
They jumped me in the locker room, the five
jeering guys, they pulled my pants down and saw for themselves my
little cock. They rubbed it, and although I desperately wanted it to
stay limp, it grew -- to its embarrassingly short three and a half
inches. And for the rest of the day, it seemed that whenever I passed
boys, they would say, "How's Mr. Tiny Cock, eh? Hahaha." And the girls
would look away, but you could tell they were amused. I trudged through
the day in a humiliated daze.
Word got back to Alexa during the day too, of course. When she got
home, she knelt at my feet and started crying softly.
"Oh Evan, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"
I took her over my knee and spanked her.
"You lousy bitch, you see what you've done!" I yelled.
"Oh Evan, I'm so sorry! It was truly horrible, what I did!" I could see
her wincing and tears flowing.
"So, how does that feel, sis?" I jeered.
"It hurts, but I deserve it!"
I stopped when she started bleeding.
"You can do more," she sobbed.
I didn't tell her that my arm was sore from so much whacking.
"Dad," I said that night, fighting back tears. The guys just found out.
And it really is all over the school now."
"So are they making fun of you, the jerks?"
"They pulled my pants down in the locker room to see for themselves. I
... I fought, but it was no use."
My father pounded the sofa beside him.
He
didn't hesitate long, however. "Starting tomorrow you are being
home-schooled. As soon as we can I'll enroll you in a private school."
The next evening he dropped by my room, shut the door, and gave me a
long look.
"Private school is expensive, you know. I had a thought. Maybe Alexa
could help out by getting an after-school job."
What
an odd thought. If she was very lucky, she might land a job at $10 per
hour. The private school might cost $40,000 per year.
"How could that help?"
My father jotted a URL on my pad and stalked out, fists clenched.
When I brought up the site, my jaw dropped.
Alexa
suspected nothing when I took some pictures and movies of her, some
naked. I sent them by the method requested. The organization was hidden
behind layers of proxies and deception and encryption that I couldn't
begin to understand. However, after they had the pictures for a few
days, I got a return message.
Alexa, now fourteen, beautiful,
and largely innocent, was worth a lot. Customers would pay ten grand
for an hour, and our cut was half of that. Had she been a virgin, the
opportunity to correct that condition could have brought in fifty
thousand. As valued on the free black market, I was getting some very
expensive tail from my little sister.
"Hey, Alexa, how do you feel now? I can't show my face in school any
more."
She
fell to her knees. "I am so, so sorry, Evan. What can I ever do?" She
kept asking that, and it was getting largely pro forma. The truth was
there wasn't much more that I wanted from her. I had lost interest in
humiliating her just for the sake of humiliation.
"Dad's going to send me to private school."
"Oh," she said.
"You know how expensive private school is, right?"
"Yeah, can we afford it?"
"Dad's not sure."
"Is there anything I could do?" she asked.
"I thought you might take an after-school job to help pay."
"Of course," she said, "but it can't help much, can it?"
"What I had in mind isn't an ordinary job."
"What kind is it?"
I smiled, relishing the opportunity. "You know you like sex, right?"
"You don't give me any choice, so I make the best of it, yes," she
said. Suddenly her eyes grew wide.
"No! Evan! Oh, no! Please!" She staggered.
She fell to her knees and launched into her apology. I let her finish,
then had her say it twice more.
"But you see, Alexa, it's not really enough, is it? I've still lost my
friends, and I still have to go to a different school."
She tried to control her sobs.
"Here's the good news, though. They will treat you well. They will wear
condoms. And you won't have to work too often."
"Why? What?"
"Because,
little sister, you are a sweet, lovely thing. And for an hour's
opportunity to see you naked, touch your private parts, and slide a
cock into your delicate little pussy..."
She shuddered as I said that.
"These nice men will pay $10,000."
She tried to comprehend that.
"We only get $5,000, but still...
"And,
you will have to admit, dear sister, that with the proper attitude, you
are very fond of a cock sliding into your little pussy."
I could
see that my little sister felt shame for being forced to prostitute
herself, but also shame for being the kind of girl who really did like
to be fucked.
"You'll have to get used to full-size cocks," I
said, a bit wistfully. "But I'm sure you'll stretch just fine. Eight
tricks should do it," I said.
She pleaded more, but it was no use. I had only to mention the
breast-itch potion in passing and her resistance faded.
A black Cadillac pulled up outside our house at the appointed time.
Alexa
fought back tears. She was dressed in a beautiful pink dress with white
stockings and black shoes. Her hair was down and it shone. This was
what the client had ordered.
Even I had some pangs of compassion.
"Remember, you deserve this. You laughed at my small cock, remember?"
"Yes, Evan, I remember," she said.
"Help the nice man feel good, OK?"
"Yes, Evan," she whispered.
A chunky man in a dark suit and sunglasses knocked.
Alexa gasped. He did look like a hard, tough fellow.
"I bet you're just the driver, right?" I asked.
The man didn't speak, but he did nod. Alexa relaxed a little.
I was waiting impatiently for Alexa to return. It had been two hours.
Through the window I saw her get out of the car and walk with some
dignity to the house and let herself in.
She looked at me with a neutral expression.
"How was it, sis?" I asked.
She just sighed and sat. "Do I really need to tell you about it?"
"Yes," I said with a smile.
"Could I take a shower and change first?" she asked.
That was fine with me.
In jeans and a T-shirt, she told me.
"He
was old -- in his sixties, maybe. He started feeling me up just a
little, and I fought back feeling yucky -- remembering how I owed this
to you. Then he had me dance around for him and do a striptease. I did
my best. Then he had me undress him, which was a lot of work, because
he was in a coat and tie.
"And then he had me kneel and suck his
dick. It took a while for it to get hard. But when it did he moaned and
before long he came in my mouth. It tasted yucky. You have very sweet
sperm, Evan," she said, playfully, before remembering her need to be
subservient. "Then we lay on the bed. He sucked my nipples, and poked
his finger up my pussy, but he didn't get hard again. He grumbled that
he had paid to get into my pussy but wasn't going to be able to. He had
me lie on top of him, then he licked my pussy with his tongue." She
made a face. "I pretended to enjoy it. Then he just wanted me to
snuggle against him, and I did. I noticed he was crying a little when
it was time to go. I actually felt sorry for him and reached up to kiss
him on the cheek twice, and that made him smile."
"So, he never fucked you?"
"Just his finger."
She
looked down and shifted in her chair, leading me to suspect she was
thinking about the same question I was -- how big his dick was compared
to mine. But I knew the answer. If it had been tiny she would have
volunteered the information.
"Let's fuck, Alexa. Your bed, on your back. I'll be there in a minute."
"Sure," she said, with a smile.
She was waiting, wet as always. She smiled up at me as I mounted her.
"I
do love it when you fuck me," she said, warmly. "I knew it before, but
being with that man made me realize how much I love it with you."
Alexa
has a future as a hooker if she wants it. She only had to take four
different men. The first guy liked her so much that he took her for a
second two-hour session, and from that our cut was $10,000. That time
he did screw her. She impressed her second man, and got two more
one-hour sessions out of him. Numbers three and four just took her for
a single hour, but that let her reach her fundraising goal of $40,000.
I
never inquired about how a normal-size dick had felt in her. But once
her cunt had been stretched by a big dick, I somehow didn't want to get
into it any more. I couldn't tell her that, of course.
Soon her
service to me consisted only of cleaning my room and cooking me treats.
She got used to doing without sex. Most 14-year-old girls do. But even
though most 15-year-old boys also do without sex, I had no intention of
that. I had another idea.
"Are you sure that Ellen is the only person you told?" I asked.
She nodded, and I knew her well enough to know she was telling the
truth.
"I have one more requirement of you." I handed her a sealed plastic
pouch with a cotton ball in it. "Get Ellen to sniff this."
Alexa's eyes opened wide.
"You
were very bad, especially telling dad, and not only telling Ellen but
laughing at my embarrassment," I said. "But she was bad too, passing it
on."
"But a friend? How could I do that to a friend?"
"Tell your friend that if she has any difficulties, she can come over
to hang out at your house."
"How could I? That would be such a total betrayal! You can do anything
to me! But my friend?"
After a few days of evasion and refusal, I had had enough.
Alexa woke to my body covering her, and a rag held over her face.
"Take a nice breath, Alexa."
She shook her head violently, but it was no use. Eventually she had to
breathe, and her face flushed red.
The
next evening, she came to my room on her knees. She couldn't help
scratching her breast a few times. If the potion had worked as
advertised, her nipples would have been leaking weird-smelling stuff
and itching too.
"I did a very bad thing, Evan. I've tried to
apologize and do anything you wanted. Would you like more sexual
relations? Blow jobs? I would be happy to give them to you."
"That's kind of you, but no, I want you to get Ellen to sniff what's in
the bag I give you."
"What are you going to give her?"
"That is none of your business. Alexa, you realize you did a very bad
thing laughing at my small dick."
"Yes, Evan, I am sorry..."
"Does Ellen realize she did a very bad thing?"
"I tried to bring up the subject once, but she laughed at me."
"Perhaps she needs to learn to see that she was bad too."
"But she's my friend!"
"I won't tell her that you had anything to do with her upcoming
difficulties," I said.
"She'll figure it out!" Alex said.
"Besides, I lost my friends. Why shouldn't you lose one of yours?"
It
was hard to tell to what extent my reasoning was having an effect on
her, and to what extent it was hard to think straight with itchy
breasts oozing yellowish goo and a bladder that felt like it was going
to burst.
She promised. I gave her relief. She kept her word.
"Kind of sick, actually. Alexa says she got the same kind of thing and
you had a homeopathic remedy that worked."
"Oh. What's the problem?"
"You really want to know? It's kind of private stuff."
"Yeah, please tell me."
"I can't piss. Isn't that the weirdest thing?"
"Yeah. Hmmm. Did you go to the doctor?"
"Yeah. She says it's because I'm diddling myself too much. Can you
believe it?"
Ellen was more willing to talk about this stuff than Alexa.
"How much do you play with yourself, Ellen?"
She looked at me a little funny, then. "Not that much."
Bringing
up the next subject was hard, but I knew I was going to have the last
laugh. "Say, the whole school knows I have a little cock."
"Well, yeah, so I heard."
"Alexa
was the one who told you, and she feels very sorry for what she did.
She says the only one she told was you, and that you laughed at how I
got embarrassed about it."
"Well, yeah. She did too."
"Yeah, she told me that. But she has apologized. Many times."
I looked at Alexa, who looked down, embarrassed.
"So would you be willing to apologize?"
"Geez, it wasn't any big deal, right? I mean, anybody's going to laugh
at a little cock, right?"
"Maybe, but if a guy has to leave school because of what she did, she
might regret it."
"Well, OK, sorry," she said.
"That didn't sound very convincing."
"OK, 'Sorrrryyy'" she said in exaggerated, sarcastic fashion.
I could see Alexa over Ellen's shoulder, looking down, putting her hand
over her face and shaking her head.
"Very well," I said, coldly, and produced a small vial. "Just take a
whiff of this."
She did, thanked me, and was out the door.
"What are you going to do to her, Evan?" Alexa asked.
"You'll
see." Her sniff had set her up for her next day's problem, but I hadn't
decided about anything beyond that. I would think of something good.
"She's really a good person, just a little insensitive sometimes."
The bell rang, and there was Ellen, looking uneasy.
"That stuff yesterday was really helpful, Evan. Thanks! Could I have
some more of it?"
"Well, why don't you come in and have a Coke first."
Ellen hesitated. "OK," she said.
I had one too. "Why don't you show me your house?" I asked. "Alexa's
been there, but I've never been."
"Well, OK."
Her
house was only a few blocks away. As we walked, she kept looking
around, hoping no one would see her walking with Alexa's brother -- the
guy with the little dick.
"Show me your bedroom."
"OK, but you're not getting weird with me, right?"
"No, no, I won't touch you."
Ellen showed me her room. I shut the door behind me. She eyed me warily.
"You can get what you want without a vial. Do you smell something
funny?"
"Yeah. Aftershave or something?"
"Just follow that smell."
She sniffed, and it became clear to her quickly that the odor was
coming from my crotch.
"Evan, are you looking for a blow job?"
"Oh no, Ellen, not that. Just apologize, OK?"
"I'm
sorry about your dick -- I mean telling people about your dick." She
changed the subject suddenly. "Evan, excuse me, I've got to go."
I was leaning against the door.
"Oh, surely you can hold it a little longer. Is it nice to laugh at
people?"
"No, Evan, it's not nice... please, I got to go real bad!"
"Perhaps down on your knees?"
"Evan, I gotta go now!"
She tried pulling me away from the door, but I wouldn't be moved.
"Gee, we learned in kindergarten to use our words, right?"
Ellen
looked around, panicked, her face contorted with pain. She saw her
metal trash can and reached for it to maybe use as a piss pot, but it
was too late. She frantically unfastened her pants and pulled them
halfway down her butt, her panties just an inch below her exposed
crotch when she let loose. A flood gushed onto her panties, then the
inside of her jeans legs started darkening, but not before a flood of
pee came out at her ankle, filling her shoe and quickly pooling on the
carpet.
Her look of mortification was perfect.
"Gosh, Ellen, I thought you were toilet-trained!"
"Evan, you ... you, asshole!"
"That's
not a nice thing to call me. But I bet you feel a lot better. You said
you were having trouble peeing, and it looks like you peed."
"Evan, get out. You're a total dickhead!"
"You'll regret that, Ellen."
My
plan had worked perfectly. I had been playing with some of the other
factors in my chemistry set. I linked the drug that let her pee to my
scent. Getting a sniff of me was enough to free up her urinary
sphincter. A day's worth of pee topped off with a coke was more than
her own voluntary muscle control could handle.
To my surprise, she didn't contact me the next day, but the day after
she appeared at my door.
"I'm so sorry, Evan, for anything mean I've said. I need your help."
"Why is that, Ellen?"
"I
went to the doctor again yesterday, and she catheterized me so I could
pee, but then she said this could get serious if I didn't stop playing
with myself. She talked about having them tie my hands to the bedposts
at night! And said in bad cases, if I didn't stop, they might have to
take out my ovaries!"
"Wow, that sounds serious!"
"But it's all your doing, right? You're why I can't pee, and why my
pussy is all crazy, right?"
"What makes you think that? Whenever you see me, things get better,
right? What's your problem now?"
"I can't pee, and my pussy is all riled up."
"And you don't want to go back to the doctor?"
"No! Evan, please!" And in a softer voice, "Can you help me now? It
hurts!"
"Hmmmm.
Last time I helped you pee you wet your pants. I wouldn't want you
doing that here. But let's go into my room." We walked in. "Ellen, I'd
like you to make the acquaintance of my little dick."
She
stifled a groan, but following my gesture undid my zipper and fished
out my small dick. With a look of distaste, she took it in her mouth
and set about pleasuring me. The warmth felt good, but I had a sudden
urge.
"Hey Ellen."
"Yeah."
"I want to fuck you. Right now."
The girl winced. "And then you'll give me the stuff?"
"You do what I say first."
She
hesitated only a moment, but the uppity nasty girl got pale and started
shaking a bit as she stripped her clothes off. She had a nice body,
though different from Alexa's. She had a fuller body type, with bigger
tits and a bigger ass. Her pussy was swollen and dripping.
I stripped and leaned over her, my little hard cock twitching.
"See,
my cock is very offended that you called it little, and laughed at it,
so it is now going to get you back by burrowing into your cunt, And
when it's good and ready, it's going to shoot sperm up in you. You're
mine! Do you understand?"
"Yes, Evan," she said meekly.
I
took a moment to suck on a nipple, then remembered her calling me an
asshole. I bit hard. She shrieked. I sucked some of the blood, then
brought myself up to the main attraction.
Ellen was a virgin, and although her pussy was engorged and wet, it was
small. I positioned my cock and hammered it home.
"Ouch,
ouch, shit!" she cried, then whimpered. Blood ran out between her legs.
Between that and the trickle of blood that had run down her breast,
these sheets were probably history.
"I guess my little cock is big enough to rupture your cherry, and big
enough to make it hurt."
"Evan, it hurts every time you move!"
"Good,
good!" I set about a good, solid, earnest fuck, my tough and mean Ellen
wincing and crying the whole time. My thrusting was lubricated by her
own drug-induced juices and the blood I had freed with her
cherry-popping.
When I'd had enough of ramming her, I sped up.
"Here comes the sperm, Ellen."
She
nodded briefly but kept crying. When the tip of my cock was hammered
into Ellen its full three and a half inches, I spurted, again and again.
I relaxed and lay beside her.
"Evan?" she said softly.
"What?"
"I have to go pee now."
I
smiled. Everything was working perfectly. I had concocted her last
batch so it would be relieved by semen. It would have worked if I had
come in her mouth and she had swallowed, but a sperm bath deep in her
cunt was even better.
"OK, but first why don't you sniff tomorrow's medicine." I produced a
small vial.
"What's that going to do?"
"None
of your business. But I will tell you that you won't like it, and the
way to be cured is to come back to my house and take more of my sperm
in your cunt."
I held the vial under her nose. She didn't breathe at first. "Come on,
Ellen dear, take a whiff."
When I got home from school, Ellen was waiting out front, doubled over.
"Please, Evan. Could you do me now? It hurts so much!" she said.
"Oh, c'mon, let me get settled in."
I had her sit on the porch, miserable, as I put my stuff away and got
myself a snack. Finally I opened the door for her.
"Where? What do you want?" she asked urgently.
"Why don't you tell me the problem?"
"It's
like the worst cramps I've ever got, even though it's not my period.
I've been throwing up and having diarrhea. It's awful!"
I gave
her a little something to whiff. I didn't want any diarrhea or vomiting
while I fucked her. So I cured her problem first, but I gave her
another one.
"In my room, on the bed. Put your butt up in the air like a bitch."
"OK, OK," she said, and flashed down the hall and got ready. My little
cock rose rapidly.
I penetrated her from the rear. "Here is my little pissed off cock,
again," I said.
"What would you like my little cock to do, Ellen?"
"Come in me!"
"Would you like my little cock to make you pregnant?"
She hesitated just a moment. "Yes!"
"Well, you'll just have to wait. I'm going to enjoy fucking for a while
first."
"Oh, shit, Evan! My boobs are getting very sore!"
I
proceeded to luxuriously bathe my cock in her hot and smooth female
parts. She was getting more and more uncomfortable, but I didn't mind.
"A very nice pussy, Ellen," I said. I only had Alexa's to compare it
to, and they felt pretty much the same, but it sure did feel good.
"Oh, Evan, come in my cunt! Plaster me full of wicked, juicy sperm!"
I liked this bit of creativity!
"Don't
miss, be sure it all goes in! You feel so big inside me -- I mean that
-- and I want to feel you grow and shoot. I'd love to have your baby!"
I grabbed her hips roughly and knifed up into her over and over, and
finally as requested I shot her full.
The
semen in her cunt stopped the breast pain. She didn't come, but her
relief from stopping the pain might have been better than an orgasm.
I
had had fun humiliating Ellen. She was harder to tame than Alexa had
been. Her nasty side came out again, and at the moment of truth she was
naked on the garage floor, body scratched and filthy, kissing my feet
between incoherent sobs. I had been really pissed and thrown everything
together, so she couldn't pee, her cunt was sopping wet but itched like
crazy, her breasts hurt and itched, and her womb was seizing with what
felt the most intense menstrual cramps imaginable.
But in time
she too came to understand that she deserved all the punishment I meted
out and more, and satisfied my every request with humility. I still
chuckled when I remembered her peeing her pants. I relished the sight
of her down on her knees begging for forgiveness. I also relished
having her begging me to fuck her, and most of all I relished fucking
her.
She wasn't the only one who had spread my secret. I found
the names of others. My loyal servant Alexa helped me find out. One by
one Alexa gave them the medicine to keep them from peeing and then
delivered them into my clutches for humiliation and some good solid
fucking.
None required the treatment I had given Ellen. Many
seemed truly sorry even before I did anything. In any case, the word
had gotten around that if you started feeling weird in any part of your
girl parts, you should go to Evan and do anything he asked. Absolutely
anything.
When
Anne came in one evening my father was in the living room. I introduced
them. Anne had itchy breasts and a soupy pussy and a full bladder she
couldn't empty. To her credit, she was sociable with my father for a
minute, but then excused herself to hurry to my bedroom, hoping I would
join her shortly and dying to feel me shoot my sperm up inside her.
Just as I turned to follow her, I saw unmistakable lust in my father's
eyes.
"You haven't dated anyone since mom left, have you?"
He seemed surprised by this topic. "No, actually," he paused, "no, I
haven't."
"Why not?"
"I loved your mom, but things didn't work out so well, as you know."
"But you could start new with someone else, right?"
"I love my work, Evan. I don't have time for a relationship. Women need
a lot of attention. A lot of maintenance."
"What about sex, dad? Do you miss the sex?"
He hesitated to get into that topic with me, but he did.
"Yes,
I miss the sex a lot. But there are always complications. A woman won't
let you do it to her unless there is a 'meaningful relationship'."
We walked another half block in silence.
"You know girls come visit me a lot, right?"
"Yeah, I've noticed you have a lot of girls visiting. You're getting
popular, I guess. That's great!"
"Dad,
not all of those girls come here because they like me." That was an
exaggeration. Not one of them really wanted to see me. "They come
because they helped spread the news about my little cock. And I am
punishing them."
He didn't skip a beat. "I'm not surprised. They certainly deserve
punishment."
"You know how I'm doing it right?"
"I have a good guess."
"Would you like to help punish some of them?"
He stopped dead in his tracks.
"Me?"
"Well, I saw you looking at Anne the other night."
He
blushed a little. "Oh, no, I was just ... well, she's an attractive
girl. I'm sure some boy her age will be very happy some day."
"She's sixteen."
"Oh, no, Evan, I couldn't possibly."
"She
doesn't want to do it with me, you can be sure. As long as she's got to
do it with someone she doesn't want, I doubt she would care much
exactly who."
"No, Evan. I can't ... Thank you for thinking of me, but no."
I knocked and my Dad invited me in sleepily. It was 2am.
"Hey, dad, this is Anne. You remember her?"
"Oh!" He sat up quickly.
"Mr. Graham, um, I wondered if I could talk with you."
"Hmmm? What?" Dad said.
"I'm
having trouble getting along with my father, and Evan says you're a
good Dad, and maybe you could help me understand him a little better so
we can get along."
As she spoke, she was climbing into bed beside him. My father sat in a
daze.
"I
figure it would be easier for me to feel comfortable talking if we're
lying down in the dark together. You know, help me open up and talk?"
"Ummmm," said Dad, fidgeting.
"Well,"
I said. "I hope you can listen to Anne and see if you can help her out,
dad. Whenever you're done, Anne, you can come see me and I'll walk you
home. OK, bye!" I said, shutting the door behind me, grinning.
Anne
had big tits and a big ass. She really didn't turn me on that much, but
from Dad's expression the night he had first met her it was obvious she
was his type of girl.
At breakfast the next morning there was no
sign of Anne, as Dad had driven her home very early in the morning. But
Dad was wandering through his morning routine in a daze. A very happy
daze.
Anne came to see me every evening to do whatever I asked
in payment for the delicious whiffs that let her pee and made her
breasts stop itching. But with great generosity I gave her her relief.
I didn't punish her at the time, but instead offered her the chance to
get more of my father's counsel.
"Evan!" Anne seemed positively excited. "Can I see your dad again
tonight?"
She had never shown any true enthusiasm for seeing my father before.
"Sure..."
"Oh,
goody!" she said. She waited impatiently for her relief medicine to
take effect and peed quickly. She kissed me before flying to my
father's room.
Factor V had not been in the book before, I was certain of it.
'Factor
V: Increases sexual pleasure in women. The effect of high doses has not
been studied scientifically, but moderate doses are highly effective at
restoring libidinal energies to women who have lost interest in sex.'
Anne
arrived just about every evening, eager to see Dad. She tried
unsuccessfully to hide her adoration. The two disappeared into his
bedroom much earlier than a usual bedtime. She didn't always succeed in
stifling her loud moans and screams of pleasure.
Her parents
believed that she was best friends with Alexa, and the friendship was
so intense they saw each other just about every evening. Dad soberly
confirmed with her parents that Anne was delightful and it was no
problem if she slept over yet again. Anne's parents didn't ask too many
questions, as she was suddenly much more friendly and cheerful and had
started applying herself diligently at school.
I had to think
about Factor V. So far I had used the chemistry set to control by
discomfort or pain. All of my concoctions were all sticks. Factor V was
a carrot. Factor V made Anne race in the door, eager to see my father.
How much did I want to humiliate? And how much did I just want to fuck
for pleasure?
Gayle
was on the quiet side, but so beautiful she didn't have to try much to
be popular. She was at worst a minor player in spreading the news about
my cock. But she had snickered too when she found out. She was
definitely only a bit player in terms of what she had done for me. But
I hadn't had Alexa deliver her to my clutches to punish her, really. I
had snared her because she was gorgeous and hot.
"I'm, um,
uncomfortable, and Alexa says you have a remedy that she and Ellen
recommend. I said I might go to the doctor first, but Alexa got
apoplectic telling me not to do that, so I believed her."
"Did they say anything else?"
"No."
"Ellen told me she told you I had a little cock." It was getting easier
and easier for me to say this as time went on.
Gayle looked a little uncomfortable.
"And that you laughed when she told you."
Gayle looked down. "I did, a little, it's true. But I felt bad about
it."
"Did you tell anyone else?"
"No!
And once it was all over the school I felt so bad." She hesitated.
"When Ellen and some friends were laughing about it I tried to tell
them it wasn't nice, but it didn't do any good. They started laughing
at me."
Of course. A single girl couldn't fight against the herd
mentality. I wanted to believe her. I decided I did believe her, and I
was touched.
I gave her the whiff that would let her pee, but I had added a new
factor.
Gayle looked quite distressed when she arrived the next day.
"There's something else, Evan."
"Why don't I give you the stuff to let you pee, and then we'll talk
about the other."
"It's kind of embarrassing, but I'm incredibly horny. My, you know,
parts down there are all swollen up."
"Hmmmmm," I said. "Is that a proposition?"
"No!" she said, though a bit uncertainly. "Do you have a cure for that
too?"
I smiled. "The only cure for that is sex."
Gayle looked uneasy. She was a good girl, and while she had dated quite
a bit, she was a virgin.
"With who? How am I going to... ?"
"There's always me. I'm right here, and I won't say anything to ruin
your reputation."
She sat in stunned silence, her pulsing pussy clouding her judgment.
"You're horny, and I'm right here! And besides, it might be one way to
make it up to me. Accepting the cock you laughed at."
Gayle's
warring feelings were plainly visible. She was being coerced, and I was
far from cool. On the other hand, I knew that if the chemistry manual
was correct, she was feeling a powerful primal hunger.
"You laughed at my little cock, remember? You regret it, right?"
"Yes... OK," she said uncertainly. "Where?"
"My bedroom will be just fine."
If
she had refused, my next move was to tell her that unfortunately it was
only sex with me that would cure her, not sex with just anyone. But it
was nicer that I didn't have to tighten the screws.
Gayle
stripped and lay back on the bed. Her pussy was, as she had said, very
prominent and very wet. The rest of her was just as beautiful as I had
imagined her, having mentally undressed her any number of times.
My
cock wasn't fully erect when I stripped. But she looked at it with
adoration and stroked it. "It's beautiful!" she said. "I need that in
me ... as soon as you can!"
Her admiration and caress did the
job. I leaned over her and pressed my cock against her sopping pussy
lips. The instant I started sliding in, she gasped and I felt her pussy
clench.
"Oh my God!" she moaned.
As I thrust into her truly hot, velvety pussy I felt her clench
rhythmically over and over.
"It
feels so good!" she blurted out urgently. From her wiggling and moaning
and spasming cunt it sure looked like she was having a continuous,
massive orgasm.
It was hard to hold back.
"Oh, please ... come, Evan! Come in me! I don't think ... I can stand
it ... much longer!"
It
was the best orgasm of my life, in a truly beautiful girl with the
hottest, silkiest vagina, writhing with orgasm from my attentions and
begging for my sperm. She stifled a scream and went rigid when I came,
clutching my back.
I had devised her concoction so her pussy
would start returning to normal once she got a dose of my semen, and I
expected her to leave as soon as I would let her.
Instead,
within a couple minutes she was playing with my cock, whispering and
cooing to it, then taking it in her mouth and swirling her tongue. It
soon got hard again. She came back to face me, on our sides, and said,
"Again ... please?" and gently nudged me in the direction of mounting
her. I eagerly complied, and once again she started convulsing as soon
as my cock entered her. It took me a while to finish, having come a few
minutes before. She lay in what was obviously a continuous orgasm, and
when I came she shrieked again. Then she fainted, but she revived
within a minute.
She looked disappointed when I told her it was
time for her to go. She had already fainted; what would happen to her
next? Her body was so ravaged by orgasms that she had trouble standing
up straight at first.
Gayle
begged to see me again the next day. I had prepared a potion that kept
her from peeing as well as made her hot, wet and horny, and the second
day was as passionate as the first. From then on I felt no need to
interfere with her peeing and lowered the horniness component somewhat.
Gayle
couldn't hide her ecstasy from her friends, and eventually let slip
that if you wanted a good time, you should definitely consider Evan.
I
engaged Alexa as my broker. A dozen times girls showed up at my house
in the afternoon simply in anticipation of a good time, not because of
any drug-induced distress. They were dressed to arouse, as nervous as a
girl who had a date with the hunky senior quarterback. I did have a
potion for her to sniff at the time, and after she did, we talked for
fifteen minutes as her pussy swelled in her panties. Some did a
strip-tease. Some were excellent at giving head. But all of them were
soon on their backs, legs spread wide, imploring me to get my cock into
their pussies as soon as possible.
Apparently one side effect of
Factor V was that the girls wanted to get pregnant. I had knocked up
four of them before I discovered what was going on. I then added in a
contraceptive factor. Curiously, all four girls were adamant that they
wanted to carry their babies to term and give them up for adoption, and
they all did. I was infamous for impregnating four girls at roughly the
same time. Parents told their girls they were strictly forbidden to see
me under any circumstances, but it did no good.
Girls got hooked
on me, and when I tired of a girl, it was sometimes hard to get rid of
her. I found another factor in my chemistry set that eliminated a
girl's libidinal energies, and I combined it with a factor to make the
effect last a week. That was enough to cure a girl of her addiction.
A
year after my departure, I returned to my old school. The girls treated
me as a deity, and spoke with hushed awe of my magnificent small cock.
The guys grumbled but didn't dare cross me.
After a year I tired of new pussy. I had already wormed my way into the
pussies of all the girls I found truly alluring.
Gayle
was my favorite, and when I propositioned her again she leapt into bed
with me and was ecstatic when I suggested that she become my steady. I
tuned her dose so that she was content with getting fucked to massive
orgasm only twice a day, which suited my tastes best.
"Yes, Evan, what can I do for you?" she said in the tone of servant to
master.
"I hear Lewis has been putting moves on you."
"Yes, I'm afraid so, but of course I turn him down."
"Do you like him?"
"I belong to you, Evan."
"You have been very faithful and helpful, it is true. But if it was up
to you, would you like Lewis?"
"Well, I ..." Her expression readily confirmed the rumors I had gotten
from Gayle.
"Apologize." She did, beautifully and sincerely.
I took a deep breath. "Go ahead, sis," I said. "I give you permission."
"For what?"
"To date Lewis."
She
proceeded cautiously, uncertain if I might change my mind. But one
afternoon the two of them disappeared into her bedroom, and it was just
possible to hear a stifled moan.
She
sniffed, not trusting me exactly, but clear that she needed to meet all
of my wishes unquestioningly. She sure looked pretty when that red
blush flashed across her face.
The next afternoon when Lewis and Alexa disappeared into the bedroom,
her moans were unmistakable, and then she shrieked.
"Evan, I ..." Alexa stammered that evening after Lewis had left.
"Nice?" I asked.
My baby sister gave an entirely natural blush and smiled.
I handed her a vial that had quite a bit of liquid in it, good for
many, many sniffs.
"I ... you ... oh, Evan!"
I rose and let her hug me. I hugged her back.
Uncertainly, she began, "Evan, I am so sorry --"
"It's
OK, sis," I interrupted. "I forgive you." After a pause, I repeated it
so she would get that it wasn't just for some little thing that had
happened lately. "I forgive you."
We hugged, perhaps a bit longer than an affectionate brother and sister
might hug, but just a bit.
Alexa
dumped Lewis after a while, but she took up with Mike. They got on
quite well, rapidly escalating to regular afternoon screams from the
bedroom as Alexa just couldn't restrain herself, juiced up to
nymphomania from her Factor V.
Mike had a small dick too, and it
was one thing she liked about him. He felt right for the family
somehow. She explained to Mike the trouble she had gotten into for
telling the world about my small dick -- though she omitted several
details. Then, after getting his permission in writing, Alexa told the
rest of us that Mike had a small dick too. My dad in turn came forward
to tell everyone about his small dick, something previously known only
to me -- and Anne, of course. So the six of us all knew about the three
small dicks, and I think the three of us guys felt better about
ourselves, having a kind of support group.
The three couples
became a sort of family at that point, as Gayle and Mike and Anne
stayed overnight a lot. We never did any group sex, but the girls put
less and less effort into muffling their stupendous orgasms brought on
by Factor V. The rest of us sometimes clapped when Anne screamed from
dad's bedroom, or Gayle cried out, "Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Yes,
Evan...!" at the top of her lungs. Now and then Alexa made the mistake
of yelling out "Evan" instead of "Mike". But Mike thought it was funny,
as he knew about Alexa's history with me.
And in that entirely pleasant fashion my junior and senior years of
high school passed.
The chemistry set itself remains dad's and my secret, though. It's a
father-son bonding sort of thing.