JOHN'S EARLY LEARNING


                                                    by John P

                                               Copyright© 2011




Chapter 1

Whilst I had touched and played with a friend's dick when I was
about 11, it wasn't until my uncle introduced me to the joys of
male/male sex that I really started to get into it.

I was about 14 when I used to visit my grandmother every Saturday
to help her with shopping or odd jobs around the house. I used to
cycle there and back, a round trip of about 40 minutes. My Uncle
Fred, my father's brother, who was in his early 40s, also lived
with her, although I never saw much of him. She would tell me
about his constant drinking and generally disapproved of his
habits. He was never married and I never heard him mention women.
He worked for a construction company and had the company truck at
home.

It began innocently enough by him offering me a lift home one
Saturday. I said yes and off we went. The conversation started
and he asked how my sisters looked now; one was 12 and the other
10. Did they have tits yet, did I see them naked? Did I play with
myself? I was embarrassed because that was my nature at the time,
so I told him the truth. No, I didn't see my sisters naked and
no, I didn't touch them. It made me feel horny though.

He dropped me at home, unloaded my bike and gave me some change
from his pocket.

The next week, he offered me a lift again and, despite my
embarrassment from the week before, I said yes. On the way home,
he asked about any sexual stuff I'd done but I just went red
again and said nothing. We stopped and he gave me a magazine to
look at. It was a nudist type of magazine (there was no real porn
then in the early 60s) and I looked through it. There were
pictures of nude women like I'd never seen before and my dick
reacted to them. He asked me if I was getting hard and I coyly
said no. Then he reached over to feel my little cock and rubbed
me for a while outside my pants. I was, of course, very hard and
he asked me to get it out. Unable to think of a reason not to, I
unzipped and took it out. He started to play with it and I loved
it!

At this point, he started to kiss my lips and, to be honest, I
was a bit grossed out. I'd never done anything like that before,
not even with a girl. Then he put his tongue between my lips and
into my mouth. I started to get the idea and I reluctantly put my
tongue into his mouth. He sucked on my tongue and eventually I
sucked his tongue.

After a few minutes, he put his head down over my little dick and
put it in his mouth. I was speechless. He ran his tongue around
my cock and sucked, but he was a bit too enthusiastic and his
teeth started to hurt me. I didn't complain because it felt
wonderful. Then he asked me to touch his cock and I did, over his
pants. It was enormous! Then he dug it out and I saw it in all
its glory. It was magnificent. Long and very thick. He said to
play with it, so I did. He said to move the foreskin up and down,
which I did, and it felt wonderful to feel up this big weapon.

He moved forward on the truck seat and sort of laid back against
the back of the seat, kind of half-lying back. He had these
overall things on with buttons all down the front and he had
opened them all. While I was playing with his wonderful big cock,
he was looking round the cab and found an old newspaper. He
spread it out over his clothes and then took over his cock. He
began to wank himself rapidly and I watched in awe as his spunk
shot out all over the newspaper. What a sight for a young boy! I
had never seen so much spunk before, never having done anything
with an adult.

After he calmed down, he started to suck my little cock again and
played with my little balls. After taking my cock out of his
mouth, he began to wank me with 2 fingers until I came. There was
only a small amount of spunk compared with his but it felt great
anyway.

After cleaning up, he drove me home and again gave me spare
change.

I was addicted now. I thought about that dick night and day and
couldn't wait for the next time I'd see him.






Chapter 2

My weekly visits to my grandmother continued each Saturday and I
continually hoped that my uncle Fred would be there. I was
regularly disappointed by his absence. He would be in some pub,
drinking.

During those times, when I finished my jobs for Grandma, I would
get on my bike and see if I could find which pub he was in.
Mostly I didn't find him and I felt terribly frustrated. Here I
was, a 14-year-old boy, looking for my uncle, hoping we could
play with each other's cock. My innocence had gone, taken by this
exciting man who was teaching me all manner of dirty things and I
was soaking it all up.

The times he was at home, or when I managed to find him in a pub,
he would offer to take me home and I knew what that would lead
to.

After the first couple of times which involved mutual
masturbation and him sucking my little penis, he introduced me to
something new. We started as usual with him showing me the nude
books he had, just to get me horny, then he would start to feel
me up between my legs, stroking my little cock. Then he'd take my
hand and put it on his trousers, on top of his large cock,
encouraging me to squeeze and stroke it.

I couldn't refuse, could I? He was an adult and I was a kid. But
I wanted to do it: I just wanted him to MAKE me do it, I suppose,
so that I could think, 'It wasn't my fault, he made me do it'. In
hindsight, it was odd thinking, but it seemed to make my sexual
feelings, and therefore my acts, HIS responsibility.

We were in the truck again, now the third time, and he parked and
began to touch me again. He felt me up, kissed me, put his tongue
in my mouth and then started to undo my pants and take my little
cock out. After a few minutes, he took out his own cock. He
encouraged me to kiss him and soon he made me stroke that
magnificent cock again. It was circumcised, 8 - 9" long and very
thick, sticking out of his pants like a baby's arm, I thought at
the time. I had never seen an adult cock before Uncle Fred's and
was completely mesmerised by it, completely in awe.

It was wonderful. Here I was, in a truck with a man, stroking
this real man's dick up and down and exciting both him and
myself! It was hard and soft at the same time, the big mushroom
end with the big pee-slit in it much bigger than my own. The
smooth skin moved so easily along his shaft with every slow
movement of my hand and I sensed the power that surged within it.

Then he said it! "Suck it, John."

What could I do? He was telling me to put his thing in my mouth.
He had done it to me a couple of times and the feeling had been
exquisite. But for me to put that enormous thing in my mouth...
What would it feel like? It would fill my mouth completely,
wouldn't it? I couldn't possibly get all that cock in my mouth.

I leaned over and did it! In my inexperienced way, I started
sucking on this massive cock. His cock-head filled my mouth; I
could get none of his shaft in me. There was no foul taste, which
I had half expected. In fact, it was like sucking somebody's
thumb. He was playing with my ears and stroking my hair while my
mouth was busy. I started to use my tongue and I could tell he
was enjoying what I was doing to him.

"Put your tongue in the slit, John," he said with obvious strain
in his voice. I complied and felt the pee-slit open slightly with
the force of the tip of my tongue. His breathing came faster now.

Because I was stretched over to him from the passenger seat, my
bottom was now available and his hand moved to stroke it. It felt
nice, even though it was on top of my pants. He was trying to run
a finger down the crack of my bottom but the tightness of my
pants prevented it.

He searched frantically for one of the old newspapers which were
thrown about the cab and, finding one, he spread it out from his
groin to his upper chest. Being hunched down in his seat, the
paper stayed in place.

He grabbed that beautiful cock from me, jacked it fast and I
watched in wonderment as he shot 6 or 7 ropes of sperm all over
the paper. All that spunk! I actually watched all that hot spunk
shoot from his jerking cock, that hot white liquid hitting the
paper and soaking into it. This was a REAL man, a virile man!

I kept watching as he began to come down from his high and saw
the last of his spunk still on the head, dribbling from it.

He quickly wrapped up the paper and cleaned his cock, then
wrapped two fingers around my now very stiff little dick. Soon I
was shooting my little offering of spunk into his hand and he
waited until I was completely spent before cleaning us up with
more paper.

He took me home and held my hand before I got out. I think he
loved me in his way but what did I know? I was a kid enjoying my
first real sexual experiences and enjoying it all. The best of
all was that it was HIS fault that I was doing these things. He
was making me do it, wasn't he? It wasn't MY fault at all, was
it?





Chapter 3

We continued our irregular liaisons for some weeks. The fact that
they were so irregular made me terribly frustrated. I wanted
cock! Anybody's cock! But of course, I was shy and would never
have the courage to flaunt myself in front of anybody. Uncle Fred
took the initiative: he was the one who MADE me want cock. My
heart leapt when I found him at home at Grandma's house and I
knew we were going to do sex THINGS again.

He offered to take me home again but this time, instead of just
parking at the roadside and doing sex stuff, he drove along roads
I didn't know. Eventually we ended up at a large shed in the
middle of nowhere. When he ushered me inside, I saw that there
were tools and equipment for use by the construction industry. I
suppose that, being Saturday, nobody else was working.

Having closed the door securely, he put his arms around me and
started kissing me gently, ending with his tongue filling my
mouth. I was getting really worked up by now and I started to
push his tongue back with mine. Once I was in his mouth, he
sucked my tongue, backwards and forwards, just like he was
sucking a cock. I could feel his big dick in his overalls pushing
against my belly but was too shy to touch it without being
invited. Sounds weird, I know, but this is how I was at the time.
Another odd thing I did was not to put my arms around his neck: I
just let HIM do things to ME.

He began to feel my little cock through my pants but I was
already as hard as could be. He took my hand and placed it on his
manhood, over his overalls. I stroked and squeezed with the
enthusiasm of the 14-year-old boy that I was and he became more
aroused. His kissing became more intense and it got that I almost
couldn't breathe.

Not long after this, he began to undress me and, of course, I
just stood there while he did it. My jacket was off, my shirt and
vest came off, then he began on my pants. My belt was loosened
and my pants and underpants were pulled down. He was on his knees
now, my little cock in one hand while the other hand came to my
little ball-bag. Ever so gently, he caressed my little balls with
two fingers and his thumb. He ran his fingers around my balls and
then behind them to that place I now know is the perineum. He
nudged one of my legs as a signal to open them further and I
complied. My genitals were being handled by this big rough man
but it felt so good, albeit his hands were calloused. It was as
if he were handling a delicate flower; quite the opposite of what
would be expected of such a man.

I was watching all this time and it was getting me more excited
with every new thing he did to me. Then he took my little cock
into his mouth again! He licked, he sucked, he ran his tongue
around the very sensitive head and put the tip in my little
piss-slit. I was on fire. I touched the back of his head for the
first time and pulled him further into me. This was the first
sign of my participation in this sex act and I wasn't sure how I
felt about it. Up to now, all that I had done had been initiated
by him and he controlled everything. This was a new departure for
me but he had got me so excited with his mouth and hands that I
could make that the excuse for being so forward.

His hand continued to roam around my little ball-bag, gently
feeling my balls. It wasn't until later that I found out why he
was so enthralled with balls in a little bag. (A revelation came
later and will be told in another chapter.) His finger went
further between my legs and he touched my bum-hole! I jumped with
surprise but it felt wonderful. I'd never touched myself there
and wondered why HE would want to. It might have shit on it,
mightn't it? He wormed his finger around the hole for a minute,
then took it back and put it in his mouth. Why was he putting his
finger in his mouth?

The wet finger returned to my bum-hole and stroked again. Then he
tried to push the tip of it into me. What WAS he doing? I
couldn't say anything though: he was an adult and I was a kid.
The finger poked insistently and tried to enter but the pain it
caused me made me wince and tighten my bum-hole further. More
attempts were made, all unsuccessful, and then it was abandoned.

At this point, my pants and underpants still around my ankles, he
steered me towards a workbench and bent me over it. Nothing
forced, of course, just gentle direction. With my hands on the
bench, he came to stand directly behind me. He must now have
undone his overalls and pants because the next thing I felt was
his thick cock against my bum-crack. It felt hard, very hard, and
for some reason I couldn't quite understand, this felt nice. What
was he going to do? I felt his cock moving up and down my crack.
I was mystified but excited. His arms came around me and circled
my waist as he did this and he pushed harder against me. I
couldn't turn around to see what he was doing but I could feel
the sensations caused by that wonderful big dick in my bum-crack.
Why was it feeling so good?

There was a change of movement. "Open your legs, John," came the
whispered request. I opened my legs as far as my pants would
allow and he put his massive cock between my legs, just under my
balls! He began a fucking movement between my legs and it was
then that I realised what was happening. He was using me as a
girl! That was it! He was fucking a girl and I was the one lucky
enough to be that girl. My little cock was touching his cock
which I could look down and see from my position as it was
showing about 3 inches. I felt naughty so I reached down and
touched that big helmet that kept appearing and disappearing. He
held still for a moment so that he could feel my fingers stroking
him. The big mushroom head was so big and so shiny and it excited
me to touch it. It seemed to be wet so I guessed that he had used
spit on it before he'd started fucking between my legs. It wasn't
till much later that I realised that it would have been pre-cum.

After a moment of this, he fucked me again, speeding up within
seconds. His breathing became harder, faster. His arms around me
held me tighter as he fucked me till he finally pushed it through
my legs as far as possible and held it there. I watched in awe as
shot after shot of spunk left his powerful cock, splashing
against the front of the bench.

I felt wonderful. I was the little girl who had brought him to
this. I made him feel good. I would do ANYTHING to make him feel
good. He kissed the back of my neck and I cuddled back into him.

His cock had started to dribble the last bit of spunk and it fell
to the floor in front of me. I looked closely at it as best I
could. What was there about this fluid that I found so exciting?
Why did I like to see it so much? Was it the power and virility
of the man who could produce so much? Was it maybe that I could
produce so little myself that drew me to such a virile man? Or
was I just so proud that he used ME to shoot all that?

He withdrew his massive cock from between my legs and found some
old paper to wipe his cock, then turned his attention to me.

He turned me round and touched my little cock. I opened my legs
so he could reach everything and he began to gently masturbate
me. After another brief suck, he increased the speed of his
fingers and smiled as I shot my little bit of spunk on the floor.
I was ecstatic! He had made me feel wonderful again.

I was rapidly cleaned up with old paper and I dressed myself. He
did up his overalls and gave me a little kiss, then we left the
shed, got into his truck and headed for my home. On arrival, he
gave me some pocket change and I went into the house. This
adventure would give me many nights and days of masturbation with
the image of what had occurred in that shed.






Chapter 4

My need to keep seeing Uncle Fred was overwhelming. Looking back
now, it seemed like an addiction and I don't know why. It seemed
like I was on a high every time I found him at home at Grandma's
house. He wasn't at all good-looking; his nose was a bit too big
and he had several teeth missing so why was I so keen on seeing
him? But I never took that into consideration at all. My weekly
Saturday visits to do jobs for her had become less of a chore
now, although the absence of my uncle kind of took the wind out
of my 14-year-old sails.

The next time that I found him at home, he started to embarrass
me by poking the tip of his tongue out and wiggling it
suggestively. I didn't know where to look and I'm sure my face
must have been beet-red. He also occasionally felt me up when we
were in the kitchen so that Grandma couldn't see. She was quite
deaf so any noise we made was kept between us. I wanted to feel
his big cock too but I didn't dare. I still couldn't pluck up the
courage to feel it without specific invitation, even though we'd
been very intimate on quite a number of occasions. Why was I
behaving this way? It made no sense.

We used to leave the house separately, I suppose so that Grandma
didn't suspect anything. I'd meet up with him out of sight of the
house and then, after throwing my bike up onto the truck, we'd be
off. I thought we would be going to the shed again but it turned
out not to be.

We drove out into the countryside again and eventually parked on
the roadside and he led me through some fields, all unfamiliar to
me. After looking all around to make sure we couldn't be seen, he
lay down and pulled me down next to him.

Once again he began to kiss me and I responded, our tongues
pushing back and forth into each other's mouth. I was becoming
quite adept at this now but to be honest, I could have done
without it. It wasn't that it was a man I was kissing, but it was
the idea of somebody else's spit I was swallowing that didn't sit
quite right with me. I have never felt particularly comfortable
with tongues in mouths, even in my adult years with women and
men. But anyway, my uncle was an adult so I couldn't really
refuse, could I?

His hands were busy the whole time, playing through my clothes
with my bum and my little dick. Here I was, lying there, being
molested by my uncle and enjoying it immensely. He began to work
his hand inside my pants to play with me but it was difficult
with his big hands for him to move them around so he started to
undress me. I was naked in a very short time and he then began to
pull his own clothes off. I was very interested because I had
never seen him, or any other male, absolutely naked.

What a shock! His cock was immense compared to my puny little
thing, a veritable thing of power and virility. His pubic hair
was a light ginger colour and he had quite a bit of chest hair. I
had only actually seen his cock sticking out of his overalls
before so I'd never seen the full length of it. At the shed last
time we were together, I had been bent over a workbench when he'd
fucked me between my legs. And while I had stayed in that
position after he'd shot his spunk, he'd cleaned his cock up and
put it away before I'd had a chance to see the whole thing.

But another shock was to come. He had no ball-sack! Where was it?
My child mind couldn't quite work this out. I wasn't yet au fait
with human biology but I was fairly sure that balls were needed
to shoot spunk. How did he manage it? And so much?

He lay next to me and started kissing me again. His hands were
now free to roam wherever he wanted and he stroked my buttocks
and in my arse-crack. I opened my legs without being told and he
ran his fingers around my bum-hole, just as he had done in the
shed previously. His cock was hard and pressing into my own
little dick and the sensation was electric.

Then came another first. His mouth left mine and he licked one of
my nipples. Wow! He licked and sucked and it made me think, 'Oh
yes, that's what men do to girls,' and it never occurred to me
that men could do it to men. Why would they, after all? So here I
lay while he was pretending to do me like a little girl. That was
OK, I could relate to that. You tried to do these things to
girls, didn't you? That's what boys did.

Next, he was sucking and licking my other nipple and I wondered
if it felt the same to girls. I suppose it must have. He gently
nibbled or nipped it and I winced. My chest was wet with all this
oral attention but it was enjoyable just the same. He went lower
and my little dick was suddenly in this warm wet place. His
tongue pressed against the underside of my willy as his fingers
continued to feel up my bum-hole from behind me. The next
wonderful feeling came when he took one of my little balls into
his mouth and started to tongue it. It was then that I realised
he didn't have any balls himself, at least not where you could
get to them. That must have been why he was so keen on doing
things to mine.

My ball-sack was wet through by this time, what with him
slobbering all over it. He took my other ball into his mouth and
gave it the same treatment as the first. He released my ball and
began to run his tongue between my balls and also behind them to
my perineum. I was so hot now that I wanted him to make me cum as
soon as possible. But he didn't. Instead came another first.

He got up, then lay down again next to me but top to toe. What
was he doing? We were on our sides and I was now looking straight
at that enormous cock! What was I supposed to do now? He nudged
my head towards it and I got the message. I opened my mouth and
started to lick. Then I put the head in my mouth and used my
tongue to pleasure him. It felt different now in my mouth because
I was in effect upside down; the underside of his big cock was on
top but I sucked it just the same. Then he took my little dick
into his mouth and gave me such exquisite pleasure with his
tongue.

The oral ministrations felt wonderful and I was as happy to give
as to receive, perhaps happier. After a couple of minutes like
this, he put his arm around my waist and lifted me up over him
without either of us releasing the cocks we so desperately
wanted. Now he was on his back and holding my hips in position.
Now he could put more of my dick in his mouth or less simply by
moving my hips up or down with his strong arms. At my end, all
was going well and my head bobbed up and down but I wasn't able
to take much more than the head and a little bit of shaft.

I think perhaps he was getting close to orgasm because he
stopped, lowered me to the ground next to him and turned me over
onto my stomach. He knelt behind me, nudged me to open my legs
and then applied his finger once more to my bum-hole. Once again,
his finger went to his mouth for more spit and returned. My
bum-hole was once more reluctant to admit the invader and I
winced as the tip of his finger tried to open me. After several
attempts, it seemed to be hopeless so I think as consolation he
lay on my back and started to slide his manhood up and down my
bum-crack. That thick cock, about 8 inches long, slid
effortlessly through my valley and occasionally stopped at the
entrance to my hole. He attempted penetration again with his
monster but there seemed to be no chance. Then it hit me.
Bumming! I'd heard about this at school. That was when homos put
their dicks in each other's arse. He was  trying to bum me. Now
it made sense. I don't know how I felt about that though.

He turned me so that I was lying on my back and started to
masturbate me with two fingers and his thumb and my hand was
directed to his manhood. I knew what was required and began to
pump the large organ. My hand wouldn't quite reach around the
girth but what I was doing seemed to be adequate to please him.
My little penis shot my bit of spunk on my belly and he kept
playing with me until I begged him to stop because I was
over-sensitive.

I continued wanking his cock until his breathing increased, his
body stiffened and his cock throbbed in my hand. Then it began.
The spunk came. Gob after gob of thick creamy white fluid came
shooting out of that powerful organ to splash on the grass. I
held onto his hard flesh, feeling it throb several times as his
spunk was forced from his body. His eyes were closed, his body
wracked with the expulsion of all that baby-making cream. I
watched, spellbound, as the pumping continued until finally the
last drops just dribbled onto my hand.

He lay beside me, coming down from his high and we smoked a
cigarette. He idly toyed with my little dick and once again
cupped my balls.

I never asked about where his balls were and he didn't volunteer
any information so that was that. We cleaned ourselves up and
dressed, then he took me home. It was another experience that I
wouldn't soon forget.





Chapter 5

Uncle Fred was becoming more frequently absent when I visited
Grandma's house. I don't think he was avoiding me but the beer
drew him more and more. I don't consider it had anything to do
with me or our activities; it was, I suppose, just going out for
a beer and then staying for another, and another and... He had no
obligations, no wife, no girlfriend, nobody to tell him to stop
drinking except Grandma. Occasionally his sister Edna would visit
with her preacher husband Joe and they, along with Grandma, would
kneel and pray! That was it for my uncle! He would depart within
minutes, particularly when they pointed out his sinning and the
demon drink. Which was all well and good but it meant I had to go
without the wonderful sex I had been getting.

However, it happened that one Saturday, after my chores at
Grandma's were finished, she announced she was going to visit
Aunt Suey, whoever she was. My uncle was at home at that time and
he must have decided to have his way with me at home. While
Grandma was occupied with getting ready to go out, he whispered
to leave soon and wait out of sight. When Grandma left, I had to
follow her and make sure she got on the bus. Then he said to
return to the house. This I did and duly returned, where he was
waiting for me.

He ushered me in and groped my bum as we entered the living room.
I sat while he disappeared into Grandma's bedroom and closed the
curtains. This was new to me. I'd only ever enjoyed my sex in the
great outdoors and it looked like I was going to get it indoors,
on a bed or in it.

After a few minutes, he called out for me to come into the
bedroom where I found him without clothes and in an obviously
semi-erect state. There it was again, that thick rod of flesh, 8
inches long and with light ginger pubic hair around it. I stared
at it like I always did; it hypnotised me. He watched me with
faint amusement, conscious of the effect his large cock was
having on me, in fact always had on me! I was still dressed and
my little cock was tenting out my pants. Why was I always stiff
when I was around this man? Why did he have such an effect on me?
He wasn't menacing or threatening but I was always in awe of this
adult. I knew in my mind that he wouldn't hurt me; I never even
considered the idea. But I felt I was dominated, not in a bad
way, but as a child with a loving adult who would guide me,
making sure I didn't hurt myself if he could help it.

I just stood there, waiting for the next move. He began to
undress me, jacket first, then shirt and vest and finally my
pants and underpants. My only contribution to becoming naked like
he wanted was to kick off my shoes. While on his knees, he kissed
my chest, my little breasts, and his tongue licked around one of
my now erect nipples. It tickled and I shivered. My arms went
around his neck and I hugged him to me. His hands were behind me
now, feeling me up, stroking my hairless bum-cheeks. My stiff
little cock, together with my little bag of balls, pressed
against his hairy chest and it felt so weird. His tongue ran
along my chest to the other nipple and he bathed it, sucking and
licking, occasionally nibbling it.

His fingers were now seeking out my bum-crack and I opened my
legs because I knew what he wanted to do. Two of his fingers
found my little rosebud and he gently ran them around it, making
me tremble slightly. Why did he keep doing that? Was he going to
bum me? Or did he just want his fingers in me?

The fingers were made wet by a quick insertion in his mouth and
then just as quickly returned to my bum-hole. A fingertip tried
to penetrate my little hole but was apparently rejected by my
sphincter. His mouth moved south and I felt the warm wet mouth
envelop my 4-inch dick. How could it get any better? Bum-hole
tickled and penis enclosed in a warm, wet, sucking mouth! I was
in 14-year-old heaven!

After a couple of minutes of this, he got up off his knees and
pulled me towards the bed. I lay down on my back and he lay next
to me. He turned me towards him and his mouth found mine. He
pressed his mouth against my lips, pushing the tip of his tongue
between them so that I was forced to accept it. As was expected
of me, I began to suck it and, because it made me more worked up,
I duelled with it, finally pushing it out and following it with
my own tongue into his mouth. He sucked it like he did with my
dick and the feeling was exquisite.

His hairy chest was crushed against my hairless little tits,
coarse hair on his belly pushed against my naked belly and stiff
dick. His enormous cock tried to poke between my legs and I
opened them a little in case he wanted to push it between them
like he had once before. He felt the movement and his thick cock
entered the space I had made. His hands had returned to my
bum-cheeks and he stroked gently but firmly. Our tongues
continued back and forth and my sucking of his tongue was making
me want the cock! I wanted that cock in my mouth. I don't know
why because I couldn't take it all; all I could manage in my
little mouth was the head and maybe an inch of shaft.

Ah, at last! He turned himself around so we were top-to-toe and I
was presented at last with that magnificent weapon. The lack of a
scrotum and balls was still puzzling me; I could only surmise
that his balls were inside him somewhere. That thought was put to
one side as he took my whole 4-inches into his mouth and used his
fingers to fondle my little ball-sack. I didn't need prompting
this time; without him telling me, I ran my tongue around the
head of his hard cock, feeling the silky skin. I opened his
piss-slit with the tip of my tongue and placed my hand around the
thick shaft. My thumb and fingers didn't meet because of the
girth but I wanked the inches of his shaft that were still
visible.

Just like the last time we were doing sex together, he went onto
his back, holding me tight and taking me with him. One of his
hands crept round behind me again and found my bum-hole. He must
have already wet one of his fingers because he tried once again
to gain entrance but this time he managed to put the tip in. Once
in, he wiggled it about but couldn't go further because my
sphincter didn't relax. I didn't know at the time what to do and,
with hindsight, he must not have known either. His head moved a
bit further and I felt his nose against my bum as he took my
whole ball-sack into his mouth. Ever so gently, he rolled my
balls around with his tongue. After a minute or so, his breathing
came faster and he switched to my little dick again. My hips were
humping involuntarily now and then he left my dick and said
something which I found very odd.

"Don't come in my mouth, will you?" What? What did that mean? Why
would I want to shoot my spunk into his mouth? That would be
nasty, wouldn't it? I know I was only 14, but I figured that
nobody would do a thing like that. EEuuugh!

He must have sensed that I was close to shooting my spunk because
he slid me off him onto my back, took his mouth off me and
started to wank me off. His two fingers and thumb raced up and
down my little dick until the feeling came over me that the white
stuff was coming. My breathing increased rapidly and I held onto
his wrist as my hips jumped and a massive orgasm washed over me.
I opened my eyes to watch a few small white blobs and some clear
liquid shoot out of my very red helmet and land on my hairless
belly.

After a few seconds, I had to hold his wrist still so he'd stop
wanking me. I was so sensitive that it started to hurt. Wow! This
sex stuff was absolutely fantastic!

His hand moved quickly to his own shaft and he began to stroke
it, his hand able to close completely around the thick weapon. I
watched, hypnotised by the size of what was before me. I watched
the head, waiting, waiting, knowing that a massive amount of
spunk would soon be shooting out of it. It only lasted seconds
before he groaned, pulled the foreskin all the way back and held
it there.

I watched in fascination as the head erupted. The piss-slit
opened, he groaned again and the long thick manhood spewed
copious amounts of lovely white thick fluid. It came in torrents,
his cock jerking with every shot, all over my belly. It was hot,
thick, white, creamy. And there was so much! I thought it must
have carried on for about 20 seconds but probably not. It just
seemed that way to a gauche 14-year-old boy with no real
experience before his uncle had shown him how to do naughty sex
things.

Finally the big cock slowed to a dribble and he wiped the drops
on my belly where the rest of that magnificent load had fallen. I
was speechless. All this spunk on my belly had come out of my
Uncle Fred - and I had helped him to do it. He had sex with me
and all this happened because of me! I was the little girl he
dreamed of, I suppose, and I was happy to fulfill that role if
that made him happy. I just wish he had come in my pussy like he
wanted. I wouldn't have minded having his baby, I don't think.
Stupid idea, really, I wasn't a girl and I couldn't have a baby
but I so much wanted to be what he wanted me to be. Pleasing him
was the only thing that mattered and what we had been doing
proved to me that I had been successful.

After that day, we only managed to meet occasionally because of
his drinking habits and it began to tail off over time. I missed
it terribly at first but I'd started messing with a boy at school
and wanking and sucking him helped me over the withdrawal
symptoms I was suffering.

Since those days, I have been submissive to all men, always
provided that they initiated the sexual activity. A man had only
to take my hand and press it to his crotch and, without a word
from him, I would sink to my knees, take out his cock and suck
him till he shot in my mouth, swallowing all he had to offer.

Was it my uncle's fault that I was like this? I don't know; I
don't feel abused, violated, molested. It was the Spring of my
life and I just LOVED what we did. I don't feel like a victim;
how could I? I chased after him when he wasn't around. It
couldn't possibly be HIS fault but always in my mind was the
excuse, 'He made me do it. I was just a kid, so it wasn't my
fault, was it?'

It's a drug, an obsession. I can't get enough cocks, enough
spunk. The 4 years I have been retired now means that I'm stuck
at home with my wife, no valid reason to go out alone and
therefore no more cock-sucking. And I miss it terribly.





Chapter 6

My immature fumblings with my classmate Roger's dick at school
continued but were no substitute for the intense pleasure that my
uncle had given me over several months prior to his departure.
Sucking Roger's dick was exciting but the real buzz I got each
time Uncle Fred pushed my head towards his crotch was absent. In
the school toilets, Roger and I would wank each other and I would
see his cloudy spunk pool at the head of his foreskin and begin
to spill over onto my hand. My contribution was also modest in
volume and would coat a couple of his fingers after which we
would clean ourselves with toilet paper and swiftly return to be
in time for class registration.

Saturday came around again and I left home earlier than usual to
go to Grandma's. I rode my bike like the wind, only to find that
it was all for nothing. He was still in bed. I started the jobs I
had to do for Grandma and 45 minutes later, he surfaced from his
pit. It wasn't a pretty sight but my adrenaline was pumping
anyway. Not being a morning person, he had to be left alone while
tea and toast were consumed. It didn't prevent me from checking
out his crotch surreptitiously though but the baggy pants he wore
prevented any real examination.

Breakfast over, he struck up a conversation with me which had to
be innocent in content due to Grandma being present. However, I
thrilled when he grabbed my bum when I passed him, out of the old
lady's sight. He stroked my bum! I was ecstatic in the knowledge
that he still wanted me. My mind raced and images of what we
might do later ensured that my little dick became suddenly very
stiff. I just wish that I had the courage to feel his cock
through his pants. He whispered, "See you later," and I knew he
would be abusing me very soon.

I finished Grandma's jobs around noon and gave Uncle Fred a
knowing look before departing. He put the tip of his tongue just
between his lips as he watched me leave and I knew he would sex
me at the earliest opportunity. Once outside, I waited around the
corner until he appeared and we went to where his truck was
parked and, after my bike was lifted into the back, we drove away
together.

The practice of giving me a book full of nudists to look at in
order to stimulate me had been abandoned by now. He had got used
to just putting his hand on my crotch and me sliding forward on
the seat to make access easier for him. He would stroke my dick
through my pants and I would stiffen immediately. This was, I
suppose, my acceptance of his abuse, conspiring with him to do
anything he wanted to me without complaint. Why would I complain?
I felt great every time he made me have sex so why was it called
abuse? Perhaps it was something I wasn't old enough to understand
yet.

Once we had left the streets behind and were once more in a rural
setting, we left the road and drove along a farm track in the
direction of a forest. When he stopped the truck in a small
clearing, he leaned across and stroked the front of my pants,
feeling for the little dick that had missed his touch for so
long. I shuffled forward on the seat and opened my legs wider, my
hands still by my side. He kissed my cheek and I turned towards
him, my hard little dick still being caressed by his big hand,
and allowed him to kiss my lips. His tongue licked me and I
responded in the way he had taught me. My lips opened to him and
I eagerly accepted the tongue that he thrust into my mouth.

For the first time ever, without having to be invited, I put my
arms around his neck. I sucked on the tongue that played in my
mouth and licked around it, pretending I was his little girl,
playing the part I thought he wanted me to act out. His hand left
my hard dick and clawed at my shirt, feverishly trying to open
the buttons. Once my shirt was open, he kissed my chest, my tits,
and sucked on both nipples until they were erect. His hand
kneaded my breasts, his fingers bunching the tit-flesh while he
suckled. My man, my boyfriend was feeling up his little girl and
his little girl's clitoris was standing proud for him.

My excitement had made me breathless, the sexual energy running
riot through my 14-year-old body. Then he stopped and withdrew. I
looked at him in confusion and he said quietly, "Come on, let's
go somewhere." He opened his door and climbed out and I was soon
at his heels as he strode off into the forest. He led me along a
well-worn path for about 50 yards until we reached a clearing
with overhanging branches, a cool place where the sun was unable
to shine. Who used this well-worn path, here in the middle of
nowhere?

He turned to me and I stood silent while he took my shirt from my
body. The skin of my chest was still wet from his saliva and I
felt a shudder as the cold air hit my bare flesh. He looked at me
momentarily before kneeling before me to remove my shoes and then
my pants. I stood there in socks and underpants while his hands
caressed my belly, my little dick pushing out the front of my
tight white undies. His mouth moved down to where my little bulge
betrayed my arousal and enveloped it, his tongue running along
it's length. His hands moved down to the waistband of my undies
and he pulled them down to my ankles, exposing my dick and little
ball-bag.

The gentle touch of his fingers moving my balls around in their
sack was exquisite. His large thick fingers looked out of place
against my small and delicate sex organs but the sensations he
was producing in me were overwhelming. He bent forward and took
my dick into his warm wet mouth, running his tongue around the
head before taking the full length of my erection inside. After
moving his head up and down a few times, he pulled back and
sucked one of my balls into his mouth and very gently licked
around it.

My hands reached out to his head and I ran my fingers through his
hair and toyed with his ears while he pleased me orally. He
reached behind me and stroked my buttocks, every now and then
running fingers up and down my bum-crack. I opened my legs so he
could do it easier, enjoying the feeling when he would stop
occasionally at my bum-hole and finger the entrance.

I was on the point of spilling my seed when he stopped abruptly.
He hastily undressed himself as I watched, his hairy chest
appearing as he removed his shirt and that long thick man-cock
bouncing as his pants were dropped. I was in awe again and he
watched my face, seeing the hunger there. The forest floor was
soft and he sat, inviting me to join him. As I sat next to him,
he kissed me, his arms pulling me closer to him and I thrust my
tongue into his mouth. His hands went to my chest and he pushed
my tits together to make a cleavage while he sucked on my willing
tongue.

He went down to the cleavage he made and ran his lips and tongue
through it, kissing my breasts and then nibbling the nipples with
his teeth. He pushed me gently down onto my back, kissing my
mouth and covering me with his body. The hair on his chest
tickled me and I could feel his enormous cock resting below my
small one. He took my hand in his and placed it on that weapon,
leaving me to stroke the monster the best I could with one hand.
The thickness was such that my fingers and thumb could not meet
but my excitement at handling this magnificent penis was not
diminished.

I felt his urgency and wondered what he would do to me. He stood
up and pulled me to my knees, facing towards him. His cock
touched my lips and I waited for him to make me do it. He took
his weapon in his hand and pushed against my lips and I opened
them immediately, taking in the large mushroom head. I knew what
was required of me and I began at once. As my tongue paid homage
to this fine adult cock, he played with my ears, stroking them
and moaning softly as I tried so hard to please him. He was such
a virile man, so masculine in a way that I was not. It was right
that I should service him, that he should expect my complete
submission to his will in all matters sexual. He was an adult and
I was a kid so that's how it was.

He brought his hand down and cupped my chin, lifting it up so I
was looking up into his face. The tip of his tongue came between
his lips and he wiggled it around, emulating what I was doing at
that moment to the head of his cock. Why did he do that? I didn't
need that because I was already so sexually charged. His eyes
conveyed what I thought might have been love, although I knew
nothing on that subject really, only being 14.

It was only seconds before he quietly told me what I had to do.
"I'm going to shoot my spunk, John. That white stuff, you know?
I'm going to shoot it in your mouth." I was aghast. Why would he
do that? He had never made me do anything as dirty as that
before. He couldn't mean it, surely. His hands continued to
caress my ears and he ran his fingers through my hair. My mind
was picturing what I had seen before, the massive amounts of
spunk he had made that had been so impressive to a kid like me. I
couldn't do it. I'd be sick. He'd choke me, wouldn't he? No, it
wasn't possible, it couldn't be.

"Swallow it, John, as it comes out. It won't hurt you." His big
gentle hands gave me some reassurance, stroking my cheek, calming
the panic that he must have known was rising within me. "You'll
get to like it, John, just like all little girls do. All girls do
it for their boyfriends. You'll do it for me, won't you, sweety?
Try it for me, sweety, if you love me."

What could I say? There was no way out of it. I was his little
girl and I had to do what he said. With the head of his cock
filling my mouth, I could only nod my head, agreeing to this
awful thing that he was making me do. His breathing became
shallow and I knew from previous encounters when he came that my
mouth would soon be full of the great volume of spunk I knew he
produced.

He pulled his cock from my mouth with his hand and, placing it
next to my lips, he said, "Open!" My mouth stayed wide open as
his monster cock expanded and his pee slit opened to expel in
great torrents the hot spunk I knew I had to swallow. I watched
in awe and amazement the jerking of his cock and felt the first
two hot streams of his spunk hit the back of my throat. I
swallowed, afraid that I would drown in spunk if I wasn't quick
enough. As I was swallowing, the next streams were already
entering my mouth and I had to hasten my actions to cope with
them. I was becoming overwhelmed by the constant spurts of spunk
from this virile man, this powerful adult who could make me do
anything he wanted.

After about eight spurts, the force of his cum diminished and he
placed the head of his weapon just inside my lips as it dribbled
the last drops into my mouth. My eyes had begun to water and it
was with great difficulty that I swallowed the last of his
offering. My hands had not ceased the caressing of his balls
throughout this momentous episode and I wondered briefly if that
had contributed to the massive volume of sperm I had just
ingested.

"Clean it with your tongue, sweety. You're a good girl. I'm so
proud of you," he whispered and I swelled with pride that he was
so pleased with me and I licked the last of his cum from the
mushroom head that remained just inside my lips. Now I discovered
for the first time how spunk tasted and I wasn't too keen on it.
It was salty and hot, creamy in texture and coated the inside of
my mouth. Once his cock had begun to deflate, he pulled it from
my mouth and an indescribable sense of loss came over me. My
tongue probed around inside my mouth and I discovered the coating
was everywhere, not just on my tongue.

He was studying my upturned face, his hand still cupping my chin,
but he said nothing. My embarrassment began to emerge and I felt
my face flush. What was I doing? I was on my knees in front of my
uncle, his now flaccid but still large sex organ just having been
removed from the mouth that had swallowed his copious
outpourings, and I was still fondling the balls that had produced
so much spunk. I was further red-faced when I realised that I had
responded eagerly to him calling me "sweety" and using me as a
girl. Did girls really do this stuff? Didn't the taste put them
off? Did the men force them to do it?

He looked down at his cock and noticed another drop of spunk just
leaving his pee-slit and, with his other hand, he used his
fingertip to gather it up. Returning his stare to my face, he
gently said, "Open," and I complied. His finger entered my mouth
and I began to lick it, the tip of my tongue tasting the drop of
spunk I knew he wanted me to swallow. He left it there and I
sucked it like a cock, running my tongue around it. Then he
pulled it out and I waited.

He pulled me to my feet and stood back a little, watching my
little dick moving to my heartbeat. Looking around us, he spotted
a tree that was only young and led me to it. "Put your hands
around that tree," he said quietly. I complied and placed my
hands around it, finding that I could touch my fingertips of both
hands. "Grab it lower," he said and I was puzzled. I went down
the trunk until my hands were about 3 feet from the ground and he
said, "That'll do. Stay there." What was this about? God, he's
not going to spank me, is he? I haven't done anything wrong, have
I?

"Open your legs wide," and I reluctantly did as he said. I stood
there, waiting for what was to come, with some trepidation. Still
facing the tree, I felt his hands on my thighs and realised by
the position that he must have been on his knees behind me. I
waited with bated breath, wondering what other sex acts he would
perform on me.

Something warm and wet touched my bum-hole. What was it, his
finger? Couldn't be because both his hands were on my thighs. It
had to be his tongue! My little dick lurched at the thought of
this filthy act. Wouldn't my bum-hole be dirty? Wouldn't it taste
foul?

His tongue played around my bum-crack and then went lower,
licking my ball-sack and then returning to my bum-hole, the tip
trying to enter. I felt my sphincter start to give a little and
what I thought was about an inch of tongue-tip was inside me. I
was ecstatic. The sensation of something hot inside my bum-hole
was so exciting yet so comforting. Comforting? Where did that
come from?

My ball-sack was pulled into his mouth and his tongue moved my
little balls around, producing wonderful feelings in my belly and
groin. His right hand left my thigh and my happiness was complete
when it came between my legs and he started to wank me off from
behind. He was milking me like a cow from behind while caressing
my balls in his mouth. His tongue returned to my bum-hole and was
inserted once again, thrusting in and out rhythmically. I was so
aroused by him and I realised he was masturbating my clitoris and
tongue-fucking my virgin pussy. He was having sex with his little
girl and I was that girl.

I felt the spunk coming and I was too far gone to try to control
it. I tensed and moaned, and felt my sphincter clamp down on his
tongue as my cum began. I looked between my legs to witness the
dam bursting and I watched as my sperm shot out from my pee-slit
and hit the ground beneath me. The intensity of that ejaculation
was unlike anything I had experienced in the whole of my 14 years
on the planet. I came and came, and was still spasming when there
was nothing left to spurt. He had emptied me. My Uncle Fred had
expressed every sperm I had inside me. He had milked the cow dry.
My body was quivering, my legs shaky and I wondered for an
instant if this was how love was. There was my spunk on the
ground, the most I had ever shot, certainly more than I had ever
produced by my own hand and I silently thanked my uncle for doing
it to me. He had abused me again and I had loved every second of
it.

He kissed my bum-hole tenderly and then stood and bent his body
over me, putting his arms around my still bent-over body. I felt
his half-hard penis in my wet bum-crack and he slid it up and
down the valley while kissing the back of my neck. I couldn't
turn round to kiss him back so I revelled in the feelings of his
tenderness towards me. His hands caressed my chest and shoulders
from underneath and he pulled me tight into him, forcing his big
cock harder against my bum-crack.

My cum now over and the coming down process almost complete, I
considered my emotions. Being Uncle Fred's little girl was
gratifying. If he wanted to have sex with a little girl, I was
happy to fulfill that role. I could never visualise a time when I
wouldn't cater to his needs, whatever they were. Was this love? I
dismissed it immediately. Two males couldn't possibly love each
other, the idea was preposterous. It was only possible between
male and female, everybody knew that. But as a girl, wouldn't it
be right for him to love me?

He stood and then pulled me upright, turning me round to face
him. He hugged me and I wondered why he didn't kiss me. Then I
remembered that he had shot his spunk into my mouth and I could
still taste it so he wouldn't want to kiss a mouth that had done
that sort of thing. Men didn't want to taste spunk, did they?
That was just for girls. I made a mental note then to lick my own
spunk the next time I masturbated to compare the taste with that
of a real man.

I knew it was time to leave and go home but before we went, I
wanted to feel his extraordinary cock one more time. I sank to my
knees before him and took him once more into my mouth, feeling
with my hands the shaft that had made me feel so good. I
worshipped at the altar for a minute before he stopped me and
said we had to go.

We dressed together and I looked one more time at the spunk I had
shot onto the leaves on the ground before we left. 'My uncle did
that to me. He molested me again,' and I smiled.

I wondered when he would abuse me again. I hoped it wouldn't be
too long.





Chapter 7

After Uncle Fred brought me home, I went up to my room to think
about what he'd done to me. I was a bit dazed, not thinking
clearly. I went over in my mind what had actually happened. He'd
made me suck his cock again but that was OK, I was used to that.
But he'd shot that white spunk stuff into my mouth and made me
swallow it. I hadn't expected him to do a nasty thing like that.
It didn't taste nice so why did he make me do it? He'd told me
that little girls did that for their boyfriends and I'd believed
him. I knew he had begun to expect me to behave like his little
girl and I had gone along with that part of it but what he did
had shocked me. I had been very aroused at the time and my body
had betrayed me by responding eagerly to all he was doing to me.

My 14-year-old dick began to swell as I remembered what he did to
me. I pictured his big hand holding his magnificent cock to my
open mouth as he stroked it three or four times and then the hot
spunk spurting in great gobs to the back of my throat. His gentle
command to swallow just seconds earlier had saved me from
drowning in that torrent of spunk that had invaded my mouth.

My dick was hard now and I couldn't understand it. That spunk had
tasted weird, nasty, so why was my dick throbbing now to the
memory? I released my little dick from my pants and stroked it.
It was only half an hour ago that he had made me cum. I was bent
over and he had milked me like a cow, from the back and between
my legs.

I stroked faster now, the images in my mind of the abuse I had
suffered at his hands, and the familiar feeling of approaching
orgasm began. My eyes were shut tight but the images in my head
forced the spunk in me to rush for release and within seconds, my
body tensed and I gritted my teeth and groaned as my spunk
sprayed the door of the cupboard directly in front of me. I
leaned forward, placing my elbows on top of the low cupboard and
sighed. Suddenly I remembered that I was going to taste my own
cum for the first time to compare with an adult's spunk. I sank
to my knees and my tongue tentatively reached out to dip into the
slime now sliding down the cupboard door. It didn't taste too bad
and so I licked all that I had shot there. I rolled the sperm
around my mouth, trying to decide if I really didn't like it. I
swallowed after deciding that I didn't like it much.

I slumped onto my bed and began to think once more. Why did I
just ejaculate so strongly to the memory of Uncle Fred filling my
mouth? Had he forced me to do it? No, he'd spoken gently, telling
me to do it and I had agreed. Would I do it again? Of course not.
Would I do it again if he asked me nicely? Weeell... Why was I
havering about this? My uncle's spunk was inside my tummy now and
my own had just joined it. Oh God, so confusing. I fell asleep.

The next week, my mind was full of cock. Uncle Fred's cock. My
fumblings with my classmate Roger's cock on Thursday ended after
I'd sucked him until he was ready to shoot and I had hastily
withdrawn it from my mouth and wanked him to completion, the
spunk spilling over my fingers. My curiosity though was such
that, when he turned to get paper off the toilet roll to clean
up, I had a quick lick of my fingers to analyse what he had
produced. We never spoke throughout these masturbation interludes
so having to swallow immediately was not an issue. We walked back
to class in silence while I studied the taste of what was still
in my mouth. No, it was still not delicious, even though it was
slightly different to mine and Uncle Fred's.

Saturday came round again and my weekly visit to Grandma was
before me. I was eager to see my uncle again to experience more
of this sex stuff. What would he do to me? Another question that
came regularly to mind was this. Why was I letting him do things
to me?

(In those days, 1961, there were no such things as paedophiles,
just men who touched kids up or displayed their cocks to curious
kids who then went on to want to play with the men’s cocks;
nothing threatening or dangerous, just kids touching and being
touched. Result: everybody happy. It was in the 1980s when
authorities decided it would be a good idea to scare kids out of
their wits with stories about "paedophiles" who stood on every
corner waiting to pounce on kids and do them serious damage or
murder them.)

Uncle Fred was out of bed when I arrived and a knowing look
passed between us. During the next hour, he grabbed my crotch
twice when Grandma wasn't looking and although I liked him doing
it to me, it made things awkward when I had to hide my stiffy
from Grandma's watchful eyes.

At last I was finished and it was time to leave. A quick nod from
my uncle meant wait for him outside and I left, knowing that he'd
be with me in minutes. And so it proved. My bike was put in the
back of the truck and we departed. My excitement was rising now,
the unknown before me.

As we drove, he rooted behind his seat and retrieved two carrier
bags that had lain hidden from view. He passed them to me and
said, "Look inside. Tell me what you think."

Opening one bag up, I saw clothing and emptied out the contents
onto the seat beside me. There was a white blouse and a short
blue pleated skirt which I held up and examined. It looked like a
girl's school uniform. I looked at him questioningly but he was
concentrating on the road so he didn't look back. I emptied out
the second bag and found underwear, obviously belonging to a
girl. The knickers were white with red hearts on them and two
little white bows near the waistband. Then came what I knew to be
a bra. I had seen bras before but they were always much bigger
than this one. White ankle socks came next and some contraption
which I didn't recognise. It was beige coloured and had dangling
bits hanging from it, with plastic sort of buttons and metal ring
things. This puzzled me and I just couldn't fathom what it might
be.

I looked at Uncle Fred and asked the question. "What are these
for? Who do they belong to?" He faced forward, still
concentrating on the road and quietly answered, "Do you like
them?" I didn't really know what to say to that so I said, "I
suppose so," and then the conversation ended. I picked the stuff
up and returned it to the bags.

I could see now that we were going to the same place we had gone
to the week before, the forest with the well-worn path. But this
time when we parked, there were two other vehicles already there,
both without drivers or passengers.

After he stopped the truck, he moved towards me and kissed me on
the mouth. His hand went to my crotch and stroked me through my
pants as his tongue thrust between my lips. My tongue responded
and my arms went around his neck. His stubble scratched my face
as the intensity of his kissing increased and my little dick had
hardened to it's limit. His hand moved up and unfastened a couple
of buttons on my shirt, moving inside to cup my boyish breast.
His fingers found a nipple and his fondling and gentle nipping
soon made it erect.

I sucked on his tongue like it was his cock and his ardour
increased, his urgency scaring me a bit. He mumbled, "Your tits
are nice. Do you like me to play with your nipples?" With my
mouth full of his tongue, I could only grunt and nod. Satisfied,
he unfastened the rest of the buttons on my shirt, feeling his
way with the hand that had been feeling me up. He withdrew his
tongue from my mouth and took off my shirt without asking me,
putting his mouth onto the nipple he had made erect. He sucked
and nibbled, running the tip of his tongue around it to excite me
further. My hands were by my side now while I enjoyed his
attentions but the excitement was mounting. Then he stopped and
my hard breathing stopped too, and I looked at him, confused.

He looked into my eyes and said, "Will you try that bra on for
me?" How could I say no? His eyes were pleading, even though his
mouth was still. Why would he want me to wear a girl's bra?
Wasn't that weird? Unable to find a reason not to put it on, I
nodded. I couldn't fathom his reasoning but I had loved the way
he had abused me and I felt I owed him for that.

He quickly rooted through a bag and found the bra but I noticed
that it had no hooks on it and it was all one piece with no ends.
The bras I had seen on washing lines had little hooks and I was
puzzled about how women wore this. "Lift up your arms," he said
and I complied. He slipped my arms through the strap things and
over my head, settling it in place on my chest. I looked down to
see what it looked like on me and realised that it fitted so well
because it was obviously meant for girls with hardly any tits at
all. My boy tits filled the cup things and it fitted quite
snugly, I thought. Answering my unasked question, he said,
"Training bra." Ah, that explained it. It was for girls just
starting out without any real tits yet.

I looked at him. Was he going to laugh? Would he ridicule me? As
he looked at my body, his expression was one of hunger, of
desire, of longing. He felt my nipples over the bra, his big
hands so gentle as he caressed me. I realised the power that this
garment had when I watched him. I was getting excited too simply
by wearing this forbidden object but I couldn't understand why it
was having this effect.

He stopped abruptly what he was doing with me and went to my
pants, unbuckling the belt and undoing the fly buttons. I lifted
my bum up as he went to remove both my pants and underpants,
kicking off my shoes so that he could remove them completely. He
took off my socks and I was a naked boy wearing a girl's training
bra.

Rooting in the bag again, he brought out the little knickers and
asked me to try them. Having got past the embarrassment of the
bra, it seemed but a small step to wear the knickers too so I
placed my feet through the leg-holes and pulled them up all the
way to my waist. They felt light and cool, a world's difference
to the underpants I was used to wearing. I admired them, seeing
my bulge now in a completely different environment from my
heavier underpants. The thin texture of the knickers showed off
my little dick to perfection and the fit on my thighs and around
my waist was perfect.

Uncle Fred was staring at the combination I was wearing when I
looked up. The hunger was still in his eyes so any idea of him
ridiculing me was dismissed. He wanted me! I knew it now. We were
playing again and I was the little girl he wanted to sex. I
reached into the bag and got out the white ankle socks, lifting
my legs one by one so he could see me put them on.

He leaned over, bent down and put his nose to my knickers,
smelling the scent of my little dick through the fabric. His
mouth covered the bulge inside my knickers and moved along the
short length of my dick, his hands feeling the material of my new
underwear. I moved my legs wide apart, hoping that he would want
to see my balls inside my knickers too. His hand played with my
little balls, moving them around gently in my little sack.

Moments later, he reached into the second bag and brought out the
skirt and blouse. Without a word, he gave them to me and I
dressed myself up. The blouse was a little tight but the skirt
fit perfectly. He came round to the passenger door and opened it.
He held out his hand and I took it, and I stepped down from the
truck just the way I had seen women do at the pictures He stepped
back a few feet and looked at me. I was feeling embarrassed now
and starting to feel the colour rise to my face.

"Beautiful!" he said and I blushed. I could see the hard-on in
his pants and he fingered it while taking in the sight of me
standing there. "Just one more thing," he said and moved past me
to get something from the truck. He came back out with that
strange thing that I didn't recognise, the thing with the buttons
and small rings. "Your garter belt," he said but it meant nothing
to me. "It's for holding up stockings if you wear them." Right,
now I got it.

"Lift up your skirt right up," he said and I did it without
thinking. He placed the garment round my waist, the stood back to
cast a critical eye over it. "Good," he said, obviously
satisfied. "Give me a twirl," and I did. "Get your shoes; we're
going for a walk."

I froze. Going for a walk? I couldn't let anybody see me like
this. It was OK in the truck when we were alone but I couldn't do
what he wanted, I just couldn't. My inactivity prompted him to go
round me to the truck and retrieve my shoes. He lifted my feet,
one by one and placed my shoes on them.

"I can't," I said weakly. "I can't do it. Can we just stay here?
I'll do anything you want me to if we can just stay here."

He walked past me to the truck and adjusted one of the big side
mirrors. "Look at yourself," he said. When I didn't move, he
pulled me by the arm to the truck. I looked in the mirror but all
I could see were the skirt and the bottom part of the blouse. He
angled the mirror upwards and then I saw the top half of me. I
was a 14-year-old schoolgirl.

He turned me towards him and kissed my lips, his hands clasping
my buttocks through my skirt. I opened my mouth, taking his
tongue and sucking on it. My dick was stiffening again and he
brought a hand around to the front, taking my hand and placing it
on his crotch. The thick cock under his trousers was long and
hard, and I stroked the length of it, hoping he would make me
lick it. He unzipped his pants and placed my hand inside, telling
me to find it and to wank him. I felt for the opening in his
underpants and, finding the way in, I found the long hard tube of
flesh and began to feel the hot skin in my palm. The large knob
was wet and my fingers smeared the slime around, making the head
slippery

"Let's go for a walk," he whispered and this time I nodded. He
zipped up and led me into the forest along the well-worn path.

The skirt swished my legs as we walked, a whole new sensation,
and the fact that he was holding my hand as we walked seemed so
strange. I saw two men walking towards us along the path and I
faltered. I froze again and Uncle Fred whispered, "It's OK, they
don't know us." I walked on with my uncle and as we came abreast
of the walkers, they said, "Hello," and my uncle said the same.
They looked at me but the looks didn't linger. I sighed with
relief as we walked on to the same clearing we used last week.

He turned me round so my back was toward him and he pulled me to
him. I could feel his big cock through our clothes, firmly lodged
between my bum-cheeks and I liked it. He lifted up my skirt and
put his hands inside my knickers, fondling my dick and cupping my
balls. After a minute, he released me and I watched as he began
to undress. As he stripped, I watched intently as the monster
cock, throbbing with his heartbeat was revealed. By the time he
was naked, he had drawn me towards him and I was on my knees with
the head of his cock in my mouth. He directed my mouth to his
balls and instructed me to lick them, pulling my head to keep me
in place. I was directed to the shaft and made to run my lips
along the entire length from head to pubic hair and back.

Things were happening fast now and when I was brought to the same
tree where I had been last week, I knew I had to bend over and
clutch the tree trunk about three feet from the forest floor. He
folded the skirt over my back, leaving my knickers on show. I
looked upside down between my legs and saw him taking a jar from
his jacket pocket and returning to where I stood with my bum in
the air. He fell to his knees behind me, smelling my bum-crack
through the knickers. His tongue ran along the seam, running from
the top of my valley to the bottom where my balls were encased in
my girly underwear.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled my knickers down and I put
my legs together so he could take them off my legs. Making me
open my legs wide, his tongue invaded my bum-hole and he thrust
an inch of the tip up inside me. My legs shook and I felt weak at
the intrusion, and as he wiggled his tongue around, the sensation
overwhelmed me. My eyes were shut tight as the feelings washed
over me and when he finally stopped, I looked between my legs
again to see that he had opened the jar from his pocket and was
using two fingers to scoop out some of the contents.

When a finger was pushed against my bum-hole, the cold sensation
told me that what was on his fingers was being transferred to my
bum-hole. He pushed a finger against my sphincter and it opened,
allowing the finger inside. As he pushed further, I winced and he
stopped. After a minute, he pushed again and as more went in, I
yelled, "Ow!" He stopped again and waited.

"It's OK, sweety, you're a virgin. It always hurts the first
time, little girl. Just push out like you're having a poo and
it'll be easier." I did as he said and he pushed forward again
until I could feel his hand against my bum. I relaxed; at last he
was done. But no, he started to move it backwards and forwards,
keeping up the motion until I found it quite pleasant. But then,
he added a second finger. Two fingers had gone into the jar and
were now forcing their way into my bum-hole. I pushed out again
and found that his fingers moved easier into me. After two
minutes, both fingers were easily travelling inside me and the
pleasure returned.

I knew where we were headed now. He was going to bum me! He was
going to force that monster cock inside me. He'd tried it before
quite a few times and always failed but he was going to force it
inside me today. I blanched. It would tear me apart, it would rip
my insides.

Looking between my legs again, I saw that the fingers were again
in the jar, only this time he was spreading this stuff on his
cock. I trembled. Oh no, please. Not that. It was too big, far
too big. Silently, I said, 'Please, uncle, please don't do this.
Please don't hurt me. I'll be a good girl. You can shoot in my
mouth instead. I'll do anything you want. Please don't.'

He was behind me, stood up this time, and his monster cock
touched my bum-hole. I tightened my sphincter and he pushed
harder. He pulled my cheeks apart and pushed again. I relaxed my
sphincter a second, intending to tighten it again but I was too
late. The head opened me and I yelled. He pushed again and the
head was completely inside. My bum-hole burned and I yelled
again.

"Quiet, sweety, be a good girl. We don't want anybody to hear
us," he said quietly. "The head's in now so the worst is over."

I gritted my teeth as he pushed further into me, remembering that
if I didn't push back, it would hurt more. I pushed back and the
monster advanced, then stopped. After a minute, I was sweating as
yet more of his cock entered my hole. He bent forward and covered
my back with his body and his hands came underneath me,
unbuttoning my school blouse and thrusting his hands under my bra
to tweak my nipples with his fingers. I sighed as he began to
kiss the back of my neck and another push of his hips sent his
cock further inside me. He moved one of his hands to my stiff
dick and wanked me. With so much going on, it distracted me and
as his hips pushed again, I could feel his pubic hair against my
bum.

He was in me! He was completely inside my body. I felt so full
with this monster inside me; I was skewered on this enormous
weapon and I couldn't escape. He pulled his hips back a little,
then rammed back in again. The pain shot through me and I yelled.
His hand went from my dick to my balls and he squeezed. He said,
"Shush, sweety, we don't want anybody to hear us, do we?" I shook
my head and he released my balls, going back to wank me.

He started to move backwards and forwards, his cock almost
leaving my hole and then pushing back in again. He did half
strokes, then full strokes and my sweating continued. My bra was
wet, my blouse was wet on my back because the heat from my
uncle's chest was making my back sweat. After a couple of minutes
of his moving in and out, the pain was easing and I was beginning
to feel pleasure.

He began to whisper, "Do you like my cock, sweety? Does it feel
good? Does my little girl want a baby? Does my little girl want
my spunk?"

I was becoming excited by this talk and he knew it. "Tell me you
want it. Tell me you want my spunk inside you."

"Yes," I said. "Give me a baby. Shoot inside me, let me feel it
shoot inside me." I was so worked up with this filthy talk and
his wanking of my little dick that I wasn't thinking straight. I
told him what he wanted to hear but it turned me on too.

He was increasing his speed now, pushing his cock all the way
inside me. "Pump your spunk in me. Fill me up."

His hand wanking my dick was bringing me to orgasm and seconds
later, my spunk was shooting onto the leaves on the ground. The
spasming squeezed my uncle's cock and two seconds later, he
pushed forward all the way and held himself still. His enormous
weapon began spurting, shooting fertile sperm up into my body.
The hot liquid burned as it filled me and my legs became weak. My
uncle held my body up as his spunk continued to shoot inside me
and I felt like a rag doll as he used me. Once his spasms
stopped, he kissed my ears and the back of my neck.

"That was wonderful, sweety, you're such a good girl," he said. I
felt pride then but I don't know why.

I was turning my head to say something when I noticed two figures
on the edge of the clearing where we were performing. It was the
two men who we had passed earlier and they were wanking while
watching us! Uncle Fred then looked too and instead of the panic
I expected from him, he just waved them over to join us. I
couldn't believe that he would want them to see us like we were.
The stiff cocks sticking out of their trousers were being wanked
to the sight of an adult man fucking a 14-year-old schoolgirl and
I was watching them do it. My uncle still had his cock buried
deep inside me to the hilt and I was still bent over, receiving
him. I didn't know when they'd started watching us but it must
have been before my uncle came in me. I blushed when I realised
that they must have heard our dirty talk but I kept watching them
anyway.

They approached us cautiously and as they came next to us, I was
treated to the sight of two more adult cocks, admittedly smaller
than my uncle's. They stared at the place where we were joined,
their stiff cocks still being wanked, and my uncle said for them
to go one on each side of us. I was red-faced as my hind quarters
were scrutinised by these two men but I have to admit to being
excited by it. To help them to shoot, my uncle pulled out
slightly while they watched and then fucked me slowly for their
benefit.

I didn't know whether they'd realised that I was really a boy in
girls' clothes but they both came within ten seconds of each
other, shooting their manly spunk on the little girl's bum, just
as my uncle directed them. Their spunk was hot and plentiful and
once my uncle pulled out of me, their spendings started to run
down my bum-crack and onto my ball-sack. They then watched as
Uncle Fred's spunk begin to flow out of my bum-hole and they
congratulated him on his prowess.

Nothing was said to me and I remained in the same position but
the men were discussing the merits of my bum like I wasn't there.
"She's got a lovely bottom, hasn't she?" was one comment and,
"You're a very lucky man," came from the other. "I hope she's on
the pill," said one of them and they all laughed. Didn't they see
my little balls or were they just having a joke?

I started to realise that three men had just shot their spunk
through watching me and I felt justifiably empowered. In fact, I
felt excited and proud that these three men found me so arousing.

The two men departed, saying, "Bye, love," to me and my uncle
pulled me up and away from the tree. I lay my head on his hairy
chest and he cuddled me, kissing the top of my head. He spoke
gently, caressing my bum-cheeks. "Well done, sweety. You're a
very sexy girl," and for some reason, I was proud that he thought
so. He stood back, studying my bra, the open blouse and my school
skirt. He turned me around and watched in fascination at the
spunk that was still coming out of my bum-hole and running down
the insides of my legs. He came close up behind me and cuddled me
again "You're beautiful," he said and I blushed.

He dressed himself while I watched, admiring his manly body. He
picked up my discarded knickers and put them in his pocket, along
with the jar of what I now knew was Vaseline. We walked back to
the truck, fortunately not meeting anybody along the way, and he
said that he'd better clean me up. A box of tissues mysteriously
appeared from the truck and I enjoyed him wiping my legs and my
bum-hole, cleaning all the spunk off me.

I had to take off my girl clothes and dress in the clothes I came
in and to be honest, I was sorry about it. Uncle Fred had made me
do things as a girl and I have to say that I enjoyed them all. My
bum-hole was sore but he told me that it would be better within a
couple of days. He gave me a wad of tissue, telling me to wear it
inside my underpants until the spunk stopped leaking out of me,
so it wouldn't leave any stains.

We climbed into the truck and he kissed my forehead before he
started the engine and he took me home. I was tired, I'd had a
busy day and I was sure that come bed-time, my hand would be on
my little dick and wanking to the images I'd got in my head of
the three men who found me so sexy.





Chapter 8

The next week, Uncle Fred drove away from Grandma's with me
happily sitting in the passenger seat of the truck. As I looked
at the pictures of the nudes in the magazine he had given me, I
found myself examining the cocks of the boys and men, as well as
the slits and tits of the girls and women. I found the pictures
of the girls the most exciting and I thumbed through the pages to
look for pictures of nudists who were about the same age as me. I
wanted an idea of what the girls in my class would look like and,
after I found three suitable pictures, I studied them carefully.
So this is what they looked like under their school clothes. My
little dick stiffened in my pants as I drooled over them.

I looked for pictures of boys about my age and studied their
development, comparing theirs with mine. Images came to my mind
of the boys in the pictures doing sex stuff to the girls in the
other pictures, the boys sucking the girls' nipples and the girls
wanking the boys' dicks. As I was perusing the magazine, my uncle
placed his hand on my crotch, satisfying himself that I was hard.
I moved forward on the seat as usual, opening my legs wide so he
could play more easily with me. He's always doing this now and I
don't think anything of it any more. With one hand driving, the
fingers of his other hand traced the outline of my little dick in
my pants and he asks me to get it out.

I'm still shy about doing this voluntarily, yet if he were to
take it out for me, I'd push my hips forward to help him. Why
will I let him do absolutely anything to me but feel shy about
initiating anything at all myself? I haven't been able to
understand it yet.

After undoing the fly buttons on my pants, I reached in and
pulled out my little stiffy. I was red-faced throughout and I'm
pretty sure he could see that it embarrassed me. He played with
the little mushroom-shaped head while I pretended to carry on
looking at the pictures of the nudes. He ran one of his big
fingers over the head, making my willy jump, then he felt the
shaft, moving my foreskin up and down. After taking the magazine
from me, he took my hand and placed it on his crotch, returning
his hand to the little dick he liked to touch so much.

Without anything being said, I felt him up because he expected
it. My hand traced the outline of his cock through his pants and
it excited me to feel such a monster. It was about 7" long and he
sighed when I stroked it full length from top to bottom. He
withdrew his hand from my dick and immediately began to undo his
fly, hauling the big cock out into the open and putting my hand
on it. There it stood, erect and huge, the big head like a large
walnut, and my eyes feasted on the shiny skin. My hand squeezed
the thick shaft and I marvelled at the size, the power that I
imagined was contained within. I began to work the foreskin up
and down a few times until his hand brought my head down towards
it.

He moved back a little from the steering wheel and my lips were
brought to the head. Nothing needed to be said because I knew
what he wanted me to do. There was only just enough room under
the steering wheel for movement and my lips opened to admit his
cock into my hot mouth. He sucked in his breath as my mouth
closed over his thick shaft and I began to tongue the head with
enthusiasm. Some pre-cum must have come out of the pee-slit
because I felt the head become slippery and I could taste
something salty. Oh no, he wasn't going to shoot that nasty spunk
in my mouth again, was he? He did that two weeks ago and made me
swallow it. I didn't like the taste or the fact that it was slimy
and thick but I had to do it because he made me.

Relief came as I realised that we were driving up the rough track
to the forest where we'd been for the last two times. He moved my
head away from his lap as he manoeuvred the truck between three
other cars parked at the same place. Looking around, I couldn't
see anybody so I guessed that the occupants of the cars must have
been hikers who had already left. What would Uncle Fred do to me
today?

After my uncle had dressed me in girls' clothes last week and put
his thing in my bottom, I'd wondered if he was likely to do that
again. He'd hurt me when he'd pushed his big cock inside me and I
hoped that he wouldn't do that again. It had been hours later in
my bedroom that the last of his spunk had drained from my
bum-hole and two days before I could sit comfortably again.

He came round to my side of the truck, bringing with him the same
two bags he had last week. My mind panicked and my thoughts were,
'Oh no, please, not again. Please don't make me do it. I'll do
anything but not that. Please, not that.'

I thought I'd earned a reprieve when he put down the bags and
leaned up to kiss me as I sat there in the truck. I swung around
in the seat so that my legs were hanging out of the truck. My
lips opened to admit his tongue and I sucked on it
enthusiastically. His unshaved face scratched around my mouth as
I sought to pleasure him and his hands found their way to my
little dick which was still poking out of the fly-hole in my
pants. He unfastened the catch on the waistband of my pants and
opened them fully, revealing the underpants underneath. A big
hand went through the fly of my undies and drew out my ball-sack
and he went down to it, licking and kissing the small sack,
moving my little balls around.

Two fingers and his thumb stroked my little shaft as his tongue
continued to pleasure me, and I sat there, enjoying all that he
was doing to me. After a minute, he changed to sucking my hot
little stiffy and fondling my balls ever so gently. My excitement
was rising and I put my hands onto his head, running my fingers
through his hair and playing with his ears. The tip of his tongue
tried to force itself into my pee-slit and the sensation pushed
up my arousal another notch.

Suddenly, he stopped and I was confused. "Lift up," he said and
his hands went to the waist of my pants. I raised my bum off the
seat so he could slide down my pants and underpants. After
pulling off my shoes and socks, he pulled my pants and underwear
off my legs, throwing them past me into the truck.

'What's he going to do?' I thought. He was still dressed,
although his big dick was still poking out of his pants. I was
watching it bob about as he moved. He reached into one of the
bags on the floor and brought out the knickers he had made me
wear last week.

"Wear these for me, sweety. You were so sexy last week." He gave
me the pleading look, knowing full well that I couldn't refuse
him anything. I sought desperately for a reason not to put these
girls' knickers on but I could think of nothing, my mind was
blank. He held them open under my feet and waited. I was looking
down from the truck, seeing the knickers waiting for me, and my
mind was still searching for some excuse to get out of this. I
looked up into his pleading eyes and I surrendered. It might not
mean anything. Perhaps he was just going to look at me wearing
the knickers and we would wank each other.

He pulled the knickers over my feet and then halfway up my legs.
His arms reached up to my waist and he lifted me off the seat,
setting me down on my feet on the ground next to the truck. He
sank to his knees and watched my dick as he pulled the knickers
all the way up to my waist. They were comfortable, just like last
week, and I looked down, admiring the tent in them made by my
little stiffy.

He was on me in an instant, running his lips along the length of
my dick. His hand came up to fondle the balls which were now
nestling in the crotch of my little girl's knickers. I opened my
legs wider to help him and his hand moved further between my
legs, his finger searching out my bum-crack through the tightly
stretched fabric of my knickers. He was becoming very aroused now
and what he was doing was having the same effect on me.

Stopping again, he reached down into the bag again and held up
the white ankle socks. Without another word, he took each of my
feet in turn and pulled on the socks, finding my shoes and
placing them once more on my feet. The training bra came out of
the bag next and he waited, bra in hand, to see what I would do.
Resigned to my fate, I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. I
lifted my arms without being told and he slipped the garment over
my arms and then over my head, sorting out the straps and fitting
the bra over my little tits.

I must have looked good to him because he held me at arm's
length, admiration in his eyes, then he hugged me to him, his
hands feeling my bra-strap and running down my back to cup the
buttocks covered by my thin knickers. I put my arms around his
neck, my head on his chest, while he cuddled me. The cock still
sticking out of his pants was pressed against my belly and I
could feel his balls against my abdomen, through my knickers.

Here I was now, dressed in girls' underwear, being felt up by my
father's brother and cautiously enjoying it. His head moved
slightly and I looked up at him, seeing his face looking down at
me. His lips came down to mine and I thrust my tongue into his
mouth, licking around his teeth and gums. He sucked on my tongue
and began to bob his head backwards and forwards, fucking his
mouth on me. Twenty seconds of this and I was getting too excited
again.

"Put the other stuff on, love. Please, for me." What could I say?
His eyes pleaded. It was important to him that I was his little
girl. I nodded.

He went into the second bag to retrieve the school blouse and the
skirt and I stood still while he dressed me. After he arranged my
longish hair with his fingers into some kind of style, he stepped
back. I felt a fool, embarrassed, as I stood there but his face
conveyed admiration, not ridicule. He walked around behind me,
viewing me from all angles, and as he came around to stand in
front of me again, I watched his bobbing cock. He followed my
eyes and realised that his cock was still on display and he put
it back in his pants.

I was still praying that he wouldn't put his monster up my
bum-hole or pump his spunk into my mouth. There was no indication
that he would do either so I didn't feel too bad until he held
out his hand to me and said, "Let's go for a walk."

We were going into the forest again, I just knew it, but I didn't
know what he would do when we got there. I took his hand and he
led me to the well-worn path again and we walked into the forest,
the man with his little girl. He led me to the same clearing as
last week but we went off to the left just a few feet so that we
stood in the middle of a kind of ring of dense bushes. Once
there, he turned me around to face the way we had come and hugged
me to him, my back against his chest.

He wasn't taking his clothes off so I thought I was safe. It
would be a mutual wank or something simple. He kissed the back of
my neck and I reached around behind me to fondle the cock that
was now in his pants but sticking into me, just above my
bum-crack. His hands moved down, pulled up my skirt and stroked
my little dick over my knickers. We were facing the path a few
feet away and I could watch for anybody passing so we could duck
out of sight if need be.

I closed my eyes, lost in the feelings he was giving me. It
hadn't been half a minute before I heard something in front of
us. I opened my eyes. Somebody had stopped on the path and just
stood, watching us. I panicked and tried to duck out of sight but
Uncle Fred held me still, shushing me and whispering, "It's
alright, he's just looking." What? A man was watching us having
sex. What did he mean, "alright"? Apart from the sex, I was
dressed like a girl. I couldn't let anybody see me like this.
"Easy, sweety. Just keep still," he whispered. "He just wants to
see how beautiful you are."

This was doing my head in. I was needing to flee and my uncle was
holding me here. His hand was still stroking me and as I turned
my head to ask my uncle what we were going to do to get away, I
saw that he was staring at the man. I looked at the man again and
saw that he was stroking the front of his pants, his eyes firmly
fixed on us. My skirt was still held up and the man could see my
knickers, and my uncle's hand caressing me.

The man moved a couple of steps closer to us and I was coiled
like a spring, ready to run. My uncle held me in place and the
man came a bit closer. I was scared now and began to tremble. Why
weren't we running? We couldn't pretend we weren't doing anything
wrong when my uncle still had his hand on my knickers.

He was three feet in front of me now and it was too late to run.
His eyes were fixed on Uncle Fred's hand as he began to open his
own pants. My heart was pounding now as I tried to work out what
would happen next. I watched as the man opened his pants
completely, right up to the waist. He wore braces instead of a
belt so all he had to do was to lift his shirt and I could see
from his cock to above his navel. He was a bit chubby but not
pot-bellied and his cock was about 5 inches long but not as thick
as my uncle's. He licked his lips nervously and, now looking at
my uncle, he began to wank his exposed cock.

I don't know what passed silently between my uncle and him but
the next thing I knew, the man was on his knees, his face inches
from my knickers. His breath was hot against my thighs and I
couldn't easily see his cock any more. Then my uncle started to
pull down my knickers. Panic rose in my chest as he started to do
this and he shushed me again. Because one of his hands was still
holding up my skirt, he quickly knelt and undid the zip, and my
skirt dropped to the ground. I lifted each foot so he could take
it off me and he laid it carefully down next to him. Now he had
both hands free.

He pulled my knickers down until they were round my ankles and I
lifted each foot in turn so he could take them off. My little
dick was now exposed to the man on his knees in front of me.
While he wanked himself with one hand, his other reached out to
touch my dick. His hand trembled as he felt me up and I trembled
with the sensation of a new adult hand on my genitals. I opened
my legs wider to help him and his hand cupped my balls, feeling
the little things gently. Then I felt something behind me. A wet
tongue was licking its way up my bum-crack. My uncle's hands
spread my buttocks and a wet finger pressed against my bum-hole.

In front, the man took my little dick into his mouth, licking
along the underside with his tongue. The collective sensations
from front and back were a completely new experience. I no longer
feared the man in front of me and watched as his mouth worked on
my sex. Behind me, my uncle had started to finger-fuck me,
licking the valley between my cheeks with his hot wet tongue.

My orgasm was near and a new question pushed itself to the fore.
I had never spurted my cum in anybody's mouth before and I didn't
know what to do. I began to breathe hard and my body was tensing
and relaxing. My spunk was coming now and I didn't know if the
man sucking me would be mad if I shot into his mouth.

I moaned, "I'm cumming!" just in time for him to move away. He
stayed there and I felt my bum-hole tighten on my uncle's finger
as I came, my hips bucking as I started to shoot my spunk into
the man's mouth. I spurted and spurted, feeling the man sucking
on me, and I held the man's head close. My uncle's finger had
been pulled out of my bum and he had moved around beside me,
still on his knees, to watch the man receiving the contents of my
little balls.

All the time I was spunking, the man was still wanking himself
but he left his cock to fondle my ball-sack with both hands,
gently feeling the balls inside. I swayed slightly and my uncle
rose quickly to his feet, fearful that I might fall because of
the power of my orgasm. He held me and I could see the poor man
on his knees swallow the spunk in his mouth before alarm spread
over his face. He stood, his concern showing, and asked, "Are you
OK, love?"

After a few seconds, my orgasm was over and I smiled weakly,
feeling foolish. My uncle kissed me on the cheek and the man, now
relieved, stroked my face with his fingertips. "She's pretty,
isn't she?" he said to my uncle and I was puzzled. His mouth had
sucked my cock and I'd shot spunk into his mouth. How could he
think I was a girl?

Slight downward pressure on my shoulder by my uncle resulted in
me going to my knees and I knew why when his hands undid his
pants and they were removed along with his underpants. I was now
on my knees with two virile men before me and I knew now where
this was going.

"Play with this, sweety," my uncle said and I complied. My hand
began to wank that stiff pole, feeling the length, the power it
exuded. The man was forgotten as I played with the rigid cock
until my uncle said softly, "Don't forget the nice man, love. He
wants you too."

My left hand went to the man's stiff cock and I wanked both in
unison. Being another new experience, I was savouring it. I was
serving two men, arousing them with my hands, making them
excited, making them want me.

My uncle put his cock to my lips and I opened them, letting the
big cock into my mouth. The head was enormous and almost none of
the long shaft could enter as my mouth was already full. The man
watched with fascination as my uncle enjoyed the feeling I was
giving him and the man's hand came up to stroke my hair while I
continued to wank him. Uncle Fred then removed his cock and
gently pushed my head towards the other man's cock and I got the
idea of what was required of me. I opened my mouth again and took
him in.

Although he was smaller than my uncle, I could only manage half
of the penis but I went to work with all the enthusiasm I could
muster. He stroked my hair continuously, saying softly, "Good
girl, what a good girl you are. Suck it, darling, suck it nice
rfor me."

He was going to shoot very soon and I was faced with what would
happen. Would he pull it out and shoot his spunk onto the ground
or would he make me swallow the nasty stuff? The question was
answered as my uncle's hand went behind my head, holding me in
place as the man's hips bucked and I felt his hot slime shoot
into my mouth. I tried to escape but couldn't and I resigned
myself to having my mouth filled with his spunk.

His cock jerked over and over, and my mouth began to fill fast. I
began to gag and try to cough but my throat was filled with his
spendings and I inadvertently swallowed some which headed towards
my lungs and not my stomach. Next thing I knew, spunk was coming
from my nose, being expelled from me but unable to pass the cock
firmly lodged in my mouth.

My uncle's voice came through, "Swallow, sweety, swallow the nice
man's spunk," and I remembered last week when my uncle had shot
in my mouth. Within seconds, I had solved the problem and began
to breathe normally again. With his spunk now on it's way to my
stomach, the man cooed softly, "Such a good girl, so pretty."

He withdrew his penis from my mouth and I went to lick it clean,
to gather up the dribbles now exiting his piss-slit. It tasted a
bit like almonds, a different taste to my uncle's but
nevertheless nasty. It was still slimy though and I was glad when
it was over. During all the coughing and spluttering I'd done,
some spunk had finished up under my nose and on my chin. Uncle
Fred scraped it up with his finger and placed his finger to my
lips, obviously waiting for it to dawn on me that I was required
to eat that spunk too. I was less enthusiastic about this
prospect than earlier but once I knew that the finger would not
go away, I opened my lips and sucked the finger inside, licking
the cooling slime off as his finger began to fuck my mouth.

This finger movement, the finger-fucking of my mouth, was
beginning to excite me a bit and this was helped on when I saw
the man's hand reach out and circle my uncle's cock. I had never
seen anybody touch my uncle's sex before and it gave me a lift,
dick-wise anyway. My uncle didn't flinch when this stranger
touched him and I couldn't help wondering why. He'd made me do it
because I was his little girl but why this stranger?

The next surprise came when the stranger brought my uncle's cock
to my lips, prodding them with it. I looked in confusion up into
my uncle's face, waiting for something, anything. Nothing came,
his face didn't change. Resigning myself now, I opened wide and
expected the cock to be pushed in but it didn't happen. Instead,
the man began to wank my uncle just outside my lips, pulling back
on the foreskin as far as possible, then bringing it as far
forward as it would go. I kissed the head and licked the
pee-slit, tasting the pre-cum that had formed.

It was quite exciting watching my uncle being wanked, a real
turn-on. I'd never seen an adult play with another adult and I
was intrigued. The man must have been doing it right because my
uncle's breathing was changing. I put my hand between uncle's
legs and held his hairy ball-sack, feeling his balls jumping
around to the movement of the man's hand which was now bringing
him to the brink. I pulled his ball-sack downwards, tightening
the skin of his scrotum, and held the two balls in my hand. I
thought I knew how this was going to end.

When Uncle Fred's body tensed and then became rigid, I knew he
was going to shoot. My mouth had remained wide open the whole
time that the stranger had wanked him and as the man felt the cum
begin, he froze his movement when the foreskin was completely
pulled back and watched, waiting for the first blast. My uncle
wailed and then it began.

A large gob of white slime was catapulted from the pee-slit of
the hard rod and hit my upper lip. Before it could begin to slide
down into my mouth, the second shot, equally large, hit my nose
and the third, fourth, fifth rained down on my face, and in a
matter of seconds, my face and hair were a slimy mess. The man
still held the hard cock in his fist while my uncle fucked his
hand, hips bucking wildly. By the time the spurts had finished,
the spunk had begun to ooze from my lips and nose into my mouth,
pooling there.

The man moved my head forward with his free hand and the head of
the big cock entered and filled my mouth with it's great size.
The dribbles from uncle's monster cock dripped straight onto my
tongue and increased the size of the pool already there. One of
my eyes was closed, the spunk on my forehead having begun to run
down onto the rest of my face.

The stranger released uncle's cock and gazed at me, obviously
delighted at the artwork he had created on my face with uncle's
spunk. I was stunned, absolutely speechless when he leaned
forward and licked my face! Uncle Fred had pulled his spent cock
from my mouth and placed it against my cheek, holding it there as
the man cleaned my face with his tongue. After a few licks, he
made me open my mouth and he thrust his tongue inside, forcing me
to suck all the spunk from it. Then back again to my face to
repeat it. "Don't swallow yet," said the man, now speaking with
authority in his voice.

He continued cleaning me with enthusiasm and finally said, "Show
your daddy and me what's in your mouth." I opened wide and they
both inspected the big volume of slime that lay within. "Always
show your daddy his spunk before you swallow. What should she do,
Daddy? Should she swallow now?"

Uncle Fred nodded and so I swallowed, showing them both my empty
mouth when it was gone. "You're a big girl now. I'm sure your
daddy’s proud of you," said the man and I looked up at my uncle's
face. He smiled and said, "Yes, sweety, you're a big girl. Give
the man a kiss. Tell him thankyou."

I reached up to kiss the stranger and whispered, "Thankyou," to
him and he kissed me back, holding my buttocks in both hands as
he hugged me.

He said he had to go and arranged his clothing for his departure.
Uncle Fred dressed too but kept my knickers in his pocket. I put
my skirt back on and checked for spunk stains and, finding none,
we set off to walk back to the truck, my hand in his like father
and daughter.

My mouth still tasted the spunk coating my teeth and gums, and I
still didn't like the nasty taste. But I was the girl and girls
always swallow spunk; everybody knows that, don't they?





Chapter 9

It's Saturday again and, as always, I meet my uncle. We leave in
his truck and he touches my cock almost immediately. It's stiff
with anticipation and I scoot my bum forward in the seat so he
can play with me more easily. This is a ritual I enjoy. His big
hand strokes my pants over my little willy and I sit there, hands
by my side as he molests me, a 14-year-old boy who is a willing
party to the crime being committed against him. Before we've even
cleared the houses in the town, he's told me to take my willy
out. I do so of course because he says so and because I am an
obedient child.

Once it's out, he strokes the soft skin of the shaft and gently
feels the knob at the end with two fingers. My stomach jumps
about with the excitement at his fondling and I open my legs
further in the hope that maybe he'll play with my little balls as
well. I've opened the front of my pants completely so that his
big hand will have room enough to go inside if he wants to jiggle
my little ball-bag about. I hope he does.

I have a brief worry about when we pass a bus waiting at a bus
stop because I've realised that the passengers will be able to
see what he's doing to me. It's only a brief thought though
because he's working me up with his touch. He can't see what he's
feeling because he has to keep his eyes on the road but I place
my hand upon his, stroking it as he strokes me.

Just as I thought, he's taking me to the wood again. My last
visit there with him saw me dressed as a schoolgirl, with skirt,
blouse and pretty white knickers. I had been uneasy being dressed
that way, especially when he walked me, holding my hand, to a
clearing next to a path. After his initial groping of me, a man
had joined in and I had taken two full loads of spunk into my
mouth. Although I had been extremely aroused by the acts, the
spunk had tasted nasty as usual but my desire to please had
over-ridden the consequences of the vile stuff spurted into my
mouth.

Now here we are again and I've spotted the two bags behind his
seat that he keeps the girls' clothes in. Like last week, he
comes round to my side of the truck when we've parked, with the
bags in his hands. He opens the door and I know what I have to do
without him saying a word. I begin to strip and he watches me,
hunger in his eyes, and he touches the front of his pants. I see
him and know that I want the big cock that stands erect within,
to stroke it, to taste it, to suck on it.

When I'm naked, he goes into the bag and brings out some knickers
but this time, they're different. They have a fancy strip around
the waist and when he fits them on me, there aren't any leg holes
and I'm puzzled. There are some string things on the sides and I
see how they work when he ties the strings into bows on each of
my hips. I've worked out now that the strings can be untied and
the knickers just pulled from me without having to touch my legs
at all. I'm fascinated by this and it doesn't occur to me to
question why he's dressing me in this girls' garment.

He pulls something else out of the bag and I'm looking at what
appears to be a very short t-shirt. It is, in fact, a girl's top
and reaches down to just under my little tits. When I look down,
I see that my hard nipples are quite plain to see through the
material and I blush. A mini-skirt comes next, a very mini-skirt,
and he pulls it up from my feet to my waist where I find that it
just covers my knickers and nothing more. It's waist is
elasticated and it's made of some kind of stretchy material that
hugs my hips tightly. It's little more than a broad belt! Girls'
flat shoes complete the ensemble and he steps back to admire the
effect. I blush as he admires me but I feel quite proud when he
is pleased with the result. He fiddles with my longish hair until
he's satisfied and then he holds me, bending down and kissing my
hair.

His kisses move down to my face and then he's at my lips, waiting
for the invitation. I open my lips and he thrusts inside,
greedily tasting my tongue, feeling my teeth and gums as he
probes deeper. My arms go around him and I feel the thick cock
inside his pants against my belly. Thinking about that wonderful
cock excites me and I respond, my ardour increasing by the
second. His hands have gone under my short skirt and he's got a
bum cheek in each big hand, kneading my flesh. I want his cock,
that magnificent weapon still concealed in his pants, but I can't
have it until I'm invited to touch it.

He removes his tongue from my mouth, kisses me on the lips and
announces that we have to take a walk. I'm concerned now because
I'm almost naked and he wants me to walk with him into the wood.
It's no idle concern because I've seen four more parked vehicles
and I know that the occupants are walking in the forest
somewhere, looking for partners to have sex with. I don't want
anybody to see me and hope that we can go to a secret place for
whatever my uncle wants to do to me. If we hurry, I may not be
seen but my uncle doesn't want to hurry and I'm forced to walk at
the leisurely pace that he has decided upon.

We walk along a path and then branch off until we are about ten
yards from that path and in a small clearing. I breathe a sigh of
relief when we stop, relieved that nobody has seen me. A big tree
has fallen and it provides a seat for us, saving us from having
to sit on the leaf-covered ground. He produces some cigarettes
from his pocket and I accept one. I have started smoking because
I want to appear manly, just like some other boys in my class. We
smoke, not saying anything, but I still try to see the bulge in
his pants when he's not looking my way.

Ten minutes later, he stands and offers his hand to me. I take it
and he pulls me to my feet. Good, he's going to have sex with me
now. He is positioned with the log behind him, facing the path,
and he pulls me to his chest. My back is to the path and I can't
see when anybody comes so I won't know when to duck down to avoid
being seen but I'm sure my uncle will keep an eye out for
strangers passing.

He just cuddles me, one hand under the top I'm wearing and, after
he has pulled my skirt up a few inches, the other down the back
of my knickers. We just stand there and, uninvited, I put my arms
around his neck, laying my head on his chest. His shirt is
unbuttoned to just above his navel and I take in his manly smell.
I begin to kiss his hairy chest, feeling safe in the arms of a
real man. The hand in my knickers is kneading my cheeks again and
occasionally a finger moves down my crack, feeling for my
rosebud. When he's reached it, the tip runs around it and tries
to enter. I wince at the pain and he swiftly wets it in his mouth
and returns it to my bum-hole. He inserts it an inch and I
freeze.

I'm worrying at this point because he put his big cock in my bum
once, shooting his spunk deep inside me, and I'm afraid he might
want to do it again. It hurt then but the very fact that it
pleased him so much made my discomfort worth it.

He removes his finger and I can feel him fiddling with something
in his jacket pocket. He's using both hands to mess with
something behind my back and I can't see what it is because my
arms are still round his neck. He returns whatever it was to his
pocket with one hand and the other returns to my bum-hole. His
finger is at my hole and I feel something cold on his finger.
It's greasy and I shudder as he inserts his finger easily into
me.

He's not going to put his cock in me again, is he? Oh no, please,
not that. I'll do anything else but please, not that. He inserts
his finger slowly until I can feel his hand against my bum. I
daren’t cry out because somebody might hear us and come to
investigate. Without thinking about it, I've opened my legs wide
to facilitate his penetration of me. Why am I helping him to
abuse me?

He moves around and puts his foot up onto the log, then bends me
over his knee. I'm looking down at the leaves on the floor as he
continues his penetration of my bum-hole with his greased finger.
It's feeling easier now and when he introduces a second finger
alongside the first, he waits patiently for my hole to adjust to
the thickness. I'm pretty sure that he's going to fuck me with
that powerful cock in his pants and I begin to resign myself to
the inevitable.

He stops momentarily and, after a few seconds, he removes his
fingers from my hole. Next he reaches for my thigh and undoes the
bow on my knickers that he tied there earlier. When he reaches
over me to the other side, he releases the other string and pulls
the whole garment between my legs, leaving my bum naked.

I expect him to get behind me now and force his monster cock up
inside me but he doesn't. Instead he puts both hands on my back
and strokes me, his fingertips caressing my skin from my bum to
under the top he's made me wear. A finger plays with my bum-hole
and I wonder why it's suddenly colder than it was.

I freeze when I realise that both my uncle's hands are on my
back. I try to stand but my uncle keeps me down and croons, "It's
OK, Johnny, it's OK. Just keep still." Whoever is behind me puts
his finger into my bum-hole and it goes in easily. The stranger
treats me gently as he inserts a second finger beside the first
and screws them both into me.

My uncle is trying to calm the panic within me by talking
quietly, assuring me that everything is OK. "He won't hurt you,
sweety, just relax and you'll really like it."

I'm standing there, bent over, being molested by a man I can't
see and my uncle is helping him by taking one of my bum-cheeks in
each hand and spreading them apart to enable his invasion of my
body. I'm grateful that the stranger isn't hurting me but I'm
wondering now why my uncle is letting somebody do this to me.

"Does it feel good, sweety?" my uncle asks and I give the answer
he wants to hear.

"It's lovely," I reply withoutany conviction in my voice. It's
not, of course, but I know that my uncle will be turned on by
this answer and I always try my best to please him in any way I
can. The thought of being able to suck my uncle's cock over-rides
my present discomfort and I settle down to let the stranger
continue the exploration of my orifice. I hear the man spit and I
feel his warm saliva hit my bum-crack. His finger withdraws, runs
around the saliva and re-enters me. He continues this for a
couple of minutes and I start to realise that this now doesn't
hurt at all; I've just got a feeling of fullness inside me.

A pleasant feeling is washing over me now and I'm not minding
this stranger doing this to me at all. When he takes his fingers
from my hole, I begin to miss them in a weird kind of way and am
now thinking that I wouldn't mind at all if he pushed them back
into me. I'm still resting my chest on my uncle's knee so I can't
see behind me as I hear a belt buckle rattle and a zip is pulled
down. Worry crowds my mind as it dawns on me what is about to
happen. He's going to bum me! He's going to mate me. The big
stiff cock he no doubt has is going to be forced into me and
it'll hurt terribly. I try to rise but Uncle Fred holds me down,
reassuring me that all will be well.

"He's only going to make love to you, sweety. He won't hurt you,"
he says but I don't feel at all confident about it.

Something is pressed to my rosebud and I know now that it's too
late. I can't run away and the fact that my uncle is enjoying
what is about to take place means that I have no choice but to
suffer whatever is about to befall me.

I hear the man spit again and more saliva joins the greasy mess
that covers my bum-hole. The cock pushes forward and I tense,
waiting for the pain I know will follow. He enters my bum after
I've relaxed my sphincter and I'm relieved that it doesn't hurt
at all, at least not yet. With the head of his cock inside me, he
stops, pauses for a few seconds until he knows that I'm adjusting
to his size. Then he pushes forward again and I feel another inch
enter me. Still no pain. Another inch goes inside and I'm
beginning to wonder when the pain will come.

He moves his cock back and then forward, advancing millimetres
each time, I imagine, until I feel his pubic hair against my
bum-cheeks. This man-cock is not as thick or as long as my
uncle's, I realise, and I've worked out now that the pain I
experienced the time I was fucked by my uncle will not be
inflicted on me by this man with the smaller cock. He's inside me
completely and I'm surprised that I don't mind at all.

The stranger is fucking me slowly, gently, and I'm no longer in
fear of him. Uncle Fred has removed his hands from my back and
the stranger first holds my hips and then moves his arms around
me, circling my waist. His gentle fucking is making me quite
relaxed and then my uncle bends down beside me and begins to
whisper in my ear.

"You like being fucked, don't you? You like a cock in your pussy.
Doesn't it feel good, sweety?" and I reply, "Yes, it's lovely,"
with more conviction than earlier. It really IS feeling good now
and I find myself pushing back into the stranger's groin. The
man's kissing the back of my neck now and I feel so good that I'd
like to kiss him back but of course I can't. I hear his breathing
in my ear and the occasional moan, the moan of a man being turned
on by me, my body. For some inexplicable reason, I want to please
him the best way I can.

My uncle is stroking my hair and fingering my ears, tickling me
but enhancing the feelings I'm getting from the man with his cock
buried inside my almost virgin boy-pussy. They are both loving
me, each in his own way, and I'm feeling quite warm inside,
enjoying the love each has for me. I want to kiss both of them
but I'm stretched over my uncle's knee and being loved from
behind so it's not possible. What I DO notice is that my uncle
has brought his monster cock out into the open and is gently
wanking it. As I watch him fisting that beautiful cock, I'm
starting to get even more excited.

The man's breathing becomes laboured and my uncle whispers in my
ear, "Tell him to fuck harder, sweety. Tell him you want it
hard."

I say loudly to the man, "Please fuck me harder," and he
complies, pushing as far into me as he can. I feel his balls
banging against me with every inward thrust and my own arousal is
increased by the dirty words I have to use. I improvise in a way
that I'm sure will please my uncle.

"I need your cock. Fill me up with spunk. Fuck me harder and fill
me up." My common sense has deserted me now and I'm ranting like
a lunatic.

The cock inside me has sped up now and that little thing inside
me keeps being hit by it, giving me a stiff cock and making me
feel fantastic. I realise he must be getting close to spunking
because he's groaning in my ear, telling me how lovely it feels
for him. My uncle's talking again and I barely hear him say,
"He's coming in your cunt, little girl, he's filling you up," to
which I reply dreamily, "Oh yes, oh yes."

I feel the throbbing of the man's cock begin in my bum and the
man moans loudly as his spunk begins to pump. He pushes forward
as far as he can and holds still while the spunk shoots deep
inside me, splashing my insides with a torrent of white hot
fertile sperm. I'm overwhelmed by how vigorous this man is, how
manly, and I feel honoured that I should be the one to receive
his seed.

My uncle is whispering to me, "Good girl, good girl," as I feel
the jerks of the cock deep inside me and I wonder, inexplicably,
if he'll make me pregnant.

The cock has stopped jerking now and I know that his spunk is
dribbling into me. My uncle takes his leg from under my chest and
I put my hands down onto the log, remaining there while I savour
what has just happened to me. The stranger's cock is still inside
me but I know that when he takes it out, I'll have to turn around
and suck it clean. I'm not looking forward to that but my uncle
always made me do it for him so I'm expecting to be made to do it
for the man who has just filled me with his spunk.

When the man carefully pulls out of me, I turn around and fall to
my knees. I can feel his spunk start to dribble out of my
well-used hole and run down my leg. I'm seeing his cock for the
first time. It's not big but it's nice, with a long foreskin, and
I notice bits of brown along with the spunk and the Vaseline. I
realise what the brown is and I'm not at all enthusiastic about
having it in my mouth but I know that I must and I tentatively
lick the foreskin. I bite the bullet, so to speak, and take as
much as I can into my mouth. Because it's now soft, it means I
can take almost all of it.

Uncle Fred has taught me that I must look up at him whilst I'm on
my knees with his cock in my mouth and that's what I do now. I
look up into the man's eyes and I see that it's a boy, not a man.
My face displays the horror of this revelation. He's called Chris
something or other and he's 16 and he goes to my school!

I freeze with his cock still in my mouth. He recognises me and,
as he smiles down at me, I know that I'm finished. This is going
to be common knowledge at school in the next few days and I'm
going to be ashamed. My life is over now. There's no escape from
the shame I'm starting to feel and my hopelessness must be all
over my face. I look into his eyes and I plead silently, knowing
that my future is in his hands. He has caught me in girls'
clothes, seen that I am available for use by men or, in his case,
boys. I hold my breath as he makes his silent decision as to
whether or not to broadcast the fact at school that I am a girly
slut, happy to let men fuck me and take their cocks into my mouth
to satisfy them.

He reaches down and strokes my hair, then runs his hand down the
side of my face till it's under my chin. He's still smiling as he
pulls my head forward so that his whole cock is in my mouth and
his pubic hair tickles my nose. Regardless of what he's decided,
my tongue moves to press into his pee-slit and I feel his
foreskin wrap itself around the tip of my tongue. I play with his
foreskin inside my mouth, marvelling at the amount of skin I've
never experienced before. I gather the foreskin at the end of his
cock-head and pull it gently with my lips, tasting the cock that
has so recently sent floods of spunk inside me to fill me up so
well. The evidence of this is still dribbling down the inside of
my leg as I lick and suck him till he's clean. He lifts me to my
feet and holds me, and I'm sure that it's a sign that he will
keep my secret. Before he leaves me, he picks up my knickers and
asks if he can keep them. I look at my uncle and he nods so I say
OK. He pulls up his pants and fastens them, kisses me gently on
the lips and then leaves with his souvenir clutched in his hand.
I'm now sure he'll keep quiet about what I've done.

Uncle Fred has watched this whole episode and knows that
something's not right. He's been watching my face throughout and
now asks what was wrong so I tell him. As I'm doing this, it
dawns on me that Chris will require me to be his sex partner
whenever he wants me to be and I'm surprised that I'm not at all
dismayed by the prospect. He was so gentle with me and I'm so
grateful for his silence that I'm sure I will be happy to perform
any sex acts that please him.

My uncle's big cock is taking my attention and he notices this.
His hand pressing on my shoulder indicates that I have to go down
and I go down onto my knees once more. My tongue reaches out and
the tip gathers the pre-cum gathering at the pee-slit of that
enormous cock-head. I move down under the massive cock and lick
the big ball-sack that hangs down with the weight of the balls
contained within.

After a minute of this, I use the flat of my tongue to press hard
against the long shaft and I drag my tongue upwards from the base
to the bulbous head, feeling the tube underneath that brings his
fertile sperm out into the open or, with luck, into my waiting
mouth. My mouth envelops the head and I suck steadily, my tongue
working the underside of the shaft to pleasure him. After a
minute of this, he directs my head away from his cock and to his
pubic hair. I kiss the whole area around his crotch and he begins
to speak very softly.

"You liked being fucked, didn't you? You couldn't get enough,
could you? You'd like more cock, wouldn't you?" and I nod. "I bet
you like that boy's spunk running down your legs. I think you
like being a dirty girl."

He makes me stand and moves me towards the log. "Bend over so I
can see his spunk coming out of your pussy," and I do. My legs
are wide apart and he gets down behind me, looking at the river
of spunk now running faster down the insides of my legs. He plays
with it with his fingertips, gathers some up and puts it back
into my bum. He stands and I know what is about to happen. When
he drops his pants and undies, he grabs his cock and runs the
head around the mess that still lingers inside my bum-crack and I
fear what is coming next.

His hands grip my hips and I feel him push at my rosebud and am
pleasantly surprised when my sphincter lets him in. He holds the
head just inside my hole and I brace myself for the onslaught I'm
sure will begin soon. He's opened the hole wider than Chris did
but the thickness of his stiff pole hasn't brought pain this
time. After a brief wait, he pushes into me a couple of inches
and I inhale sharply, expecting the worst. He's filling me with
that enormous penis and up to now, the only sensation is that of
being full. He pushes again and two more inches are forced into
me until now I am taking half of that wonderful organ.

The fucking motion begins and I feel him hitting the special
place inside me that's making my dick harder each time. Each
movement increases his penetration and inside a minute, I feel
his pubic hair against me, tickling my bum-cheeks. Although it's
not hurting me, it's uncomfortable because of the size of his
cock, but I'm becoming more aroused by the second as he spears me
again and again.

He bends over my back and I feel his chest hair against me. While
he fucks me with slow gentle strokes, he kisses my neck and
whispers things in my ear.

"You like Daddy fucking your little pussy. My big cock feels
nice, doesn't it? You want my spunk, don't you, naughty girl?"

I'm so wrapped up in how he's making me feel that I almost don't
hear him. He's exciting me, making me want him, making me want
the hot white stuff up inside me. His fingers find my nipples and
he begins to pinch me hard but instead of pain, it only serves to
make me hotter. My little dick is like a steel rod and my uncle
is responsible for it.

He whispers, "Tell me you like cock. Beg for it, little slut."
I'm beginning to understand what he wants to hear and I want to
say what will give him the kind of pleasure he's giving me.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Put your spunk in me... please. I love it, I
love feeling you inside me."

That does it. He speeds up and fucks me harder, and although I'm
now getting a dull pain every time he plunges into me, I'm so
excited that I brush it aside. He's breathing harder and I know
that the volcano will erupt before too much longer.

His voice is full of tension as he says, "It's coming, sweety, my
spunk's coming!" and I say, "Oh yes, Daddy, fill me up. Shoot
into me." My hips are pushing backwards, working with him, and he
pushes forward for the last time and holds me real tight. His
groin is held tight against my buttocks as his penis throbs
inside me and the first gobs of his virile sperm are pumped
through his cock and into my waiting rectum. The hot spunk that
shoots inside me joins the load already left by Chris' boy-dick
and I revel in the feeling of the jerking cock deep inside me.
He's moaning the whole time, telling me what a good girl I am and
saying how good my pussy feels. The thick cock continues spurting
it's hot load inside me and I'm shuddering with emotion, my legs
becoming weaker.

Finally the throbbing of his cock stops and the dribbling
signifies his orgasm is almost over. He's holding me up with his
strong arms, stopping me from falling because the strength has
left my legs. He's still breathing hard but it's beginning to
moderate.

After a minute, he pulls his softening cock carefully from my
bum-hole and straight away I miss it's presence. I feel empty,
incomplete somehow. The spunk begins to leak from me and I can
feel the hot liquid running down over my ball-sack. I turn, ready
to commence my clean-up duties but he stops me.

He makes me stand in front of him and tells me to wank myself
while he watches. I do as I'm told and use two fingers and my
thumb to masturbate while he watches with interest. When he sees
that I'm about to shoot, he moves forward, placing his big cock
under my little one.

"Shoot on my cock," he tells me as he takes over the
masturbation, holding both cocks tightly together and wanking
them as one. His big hand dwarfs my little willy but the unusual
situation means that I'm soon shooting my spunk at the base of
his big cock. As he continues to hold both cocks throughout my
orgasm, I'm making involuntary fucking motions inside his hand.
When he removes his hand, I see that my sperm is now in his pubic
hair, on the shaft near the base and the dribbles are now coating
the bottom four inches of his thick shaft.

My orgasm over, I have to get to my knees to clean up the mess I
just made. With my head tilted up so that he can see my face, I
lick the spunk from his pubic hair and the lower part of the
shaft that has recently been filling my bum-hole. Sucking and
licking his whole cock for two full minutes ensures that he is
now free from shit, spunk and Vaseline.

He pulls me to my feet and it's then that we notice a fat man
with his cock in his hand who has been watching us for at least
the last ten minutes. The man has watched as my uncle's prick has
shot his copious volume of spunk into me and this man has been
excited by it. The man's cock is short but thick and I'm watching
while the man is masturbating. He comes closer and I look at my
uncle to see what we should do. My uncle nods his head and the
man comes right up to us, still wanking. I'm watching the cock,
studying the shape, the size, the foreskin that covers the head
and then uncovers it.

My uncle knows that I worship cock and he presses me down before
the stranger. I open my mouth and take in the cock that is
already on the verge of orgasm. The thick cock fills my mouth and
I have little room for my tongue to pleasure him but inside ten
seconds, I feel his hot spunk bathing my tonsils, the cock
jerking over and over as the spurts continue to come. I'm
swallowing as fast as I can so as not to drown but the amount
he's injecting into my mouth is beginning to overwhelm me. I'm
about to choke when I feel my airway clear and I know that it's
OK now.

Uncle Fred watches as I perform my clean-up duty on the man and
seems satisfied. Once the dribbles are cleaned up, the man puts
his cock back into his pants, zips up and walks away without a
word. It doesn't matter because I've pleased him. I'm now
realising that my duty in life is to please men, no matter how
many. I can taste the man's spunk which still coats the inside of
my mouth and I don't like the taste but I'm destined to do this
for the rest of my life and I'm not sure I would want to change
it.

I pull down my skirt to cover the absence of knickers, thanks to
Chris, and walk hand in hand with my uncle back towards the
truck. Before we walk ten yards, my uncle stops and I look up at
him questioningly. He goes to his knees and adjusts my skirt so
that my willy is on show to everybody and my bum feels the fresh
air once more. The evidence of my sexual promiscuity is
demonstrated as the spunk continues to run down my legs. We begin
to walk again and I'm conscious of the shamelessness with which I
display my young body to any men who want to see it. After so
many weeks under my uncle's tutelage, I'm confident about my
body, and my small dick no longer embarrasses me. I'm desirable
and I know it now. Men lust after me, they want sex with me, they
want ME to make them shoot their spunk. Married men want ME to
give them the sex that their wives won't and they know I won't be
nagging them afterwards about buying presents or wedding
anniversaries they've forgotten.

We pass three men on the path and I see in their eyes that they
want me. My willy is half hard with excitement as I realise their
attraction to me and I see one of them openly rub his crotch as
we pass. Once past each of them, I turn my head to see what they
do. Every one looks at my bum and the spunk that's dribbling down
my legs. My confidence builds with every admiring glance that I
get and I have to give the credit to my uncle for making me this
way. As a way of showing my gratitude, I resolve to take the
initiative in the future and not wait for him to direct me. I
picture in my mind coming into his room, grasping his crotch
firmly and kissing him. Then I see myself pulling down his pants,
sucking that enormous cock and going round behind him to kiss and
lick his bum-hole. Then I will bend over, pulling my bum-cheeks
apart so he can see my rosebud, and wait for him to mount me. All
this serves to do is to make my little dick get harder.

When we reach the truck, there's a man just locking the door of
his car and he spots us. His eyes open wide at the sight of me
and I wait, my hand still inside my uncle's big paw. Is he going
to make me perform for the man? Will my uncle make me surrender
myself to this man? I secretly hope so. It's then that I realise
that my having sex with other men turns my uncle on as much as
when he does things to me himself. I wasn't conscious of this
before but right then it hits me. The stranger in the woods last
week and Chris today! He likes me to be used by other men too! I
wonder then if he'll sell me, if he'll hire my body out to men
who want me badly enough. The prospect of that excites me rather
than daunts me.

My uncle ignores the man and stands me next to the truck while he
strips me naked. The man has a good view of us but he moves
closer to see me. Unseen by my uncle, I watch the man finger his
crotch and the tip of my tongue goes between my lips to waggle
about, inflaming him some more. I can't do anything because my
uncle is here and I don't have permission but I'd like to.

Once I'm naked, I will have to dress myself in my boy clothes but
not before my uncle scoops up the spunk from my legs and bum,
and, watched by the stranger, I'm fed by my uncle's fingers. The
man is beside himself with this depravity going on before him and
he opens his pants quickly, taking out the quite small cock
within. The man looks pleadingly at my uncle and he nods to the
man. I'm then put on my knees and the man approaches.

On my knees in front of the man, I open my mouth, awaiting his
pleasure. He masturbates faster and I watch the stiff dick
getting redder than before. A glint of metal from his wanking
fingers proves to be a wedding ring and confirms the fact that
he's married and has obviously come to this place to get the kind
of sex or relief that he can't get at home. The dick is two
inches from my mouth and I'm looking up at him, seeing his face
contort with arousal as he wanks He groans and I wait for the
first blast of spunk to hit, but where?

He rests his dick on my bottom lip and the spurting begins. His
white hot spunk shoots to the back of my throat, closely followed
by a second and a third. My throat muscles work as fast as I can
make them to swallow what's being pumped into my mouth. Small
dick or not, the man is feeding me a copious supply of his
life-giving juices, the same juices he's pumped into his wife to
make the kids he has. I'm coping quite well with his torrent of
spunk rushing into my open mouth and as he feels the orgasm
lessen, he pushes forward so that his cock hits the back of my
throat. The dribbling is now just sliding down my throat to join
the large amount already in my stomach. It tastes nasty of
course, just like everybody else's, but what can I do? I have to
take it because THEY want it.

When I'm certain he's finished, my tongue licks the shaft and the
head, hoping to tease out any more spunk that might still be in
the tube underneath his cock-shaft. Once it's drained, a sixty
second tongue-bath ensures that he's in a clean enough state to
go back home to his wife. He thanks my uncle as he sticks his
dick back into his pants and I kneel there, a belly full of his
spunk, and he leaves without a word to me, glancing at my stiff
dick before he turns and returns to the car he's just parked. I
don't really feel affronted but it would have been nice to have
been given a kiss before he left.

My uncle gets me to dress in my boy clothes and we drive away.
I'm thinking on the drive home how I've changed over the last few
weeks and I have only one man to thank for it. I look at him from
the passenger seat and I want to hug him, to kiss him, to show my
gratitude, and I know I'll do anything he wants me to do, no
matter how painful or humiliating. He is my mentor, my guardian
angel, the man I'll give my body to anytime he wants it.

Then I think of Chris and what he'll make me do when we meet at
school. The sight of his foreskin flashes through my mind and I
imagine pulling it with my lips and poking my tongue inside it to
tickle the head of his cock. Mmmm... Then I wonder if he's like
my uncle, and maybe he'll let other boys do me while he watches.
My little dick stirs at the possibilities of that situation.

It's over for today and I know for certain that tonight, in my
lonely bed, I'll be stroking myself to the recollection of
today's activities.

I wonder if my dad would like to.....





Chapter 10

It's Monday and I'm at school. I've been worrying again about the
boy who bummed me in the woods on Saturday, thinking that maybe
he'll tell what he found out about me. I know I'm finished if it
gets out that I wore girls' clothes in the woods and allowed men
to use me how they liked. After he'd fucked me from behind and
then I'd turned round and recognised him, I was panic-stricken,
terrified that he's tell everybody.

I don't even know his name, just Chris something, and he's 16. I
know he's in the 6th form, one of only 17 boys who carried on
their education at the school after everybody else in the fifth
year left. They have a common room, a special place just for
them, and the teachers don't bother them at all. They come and go
as they please because they are considered adults now and
accordingly, their behaviour doesn't need monitoring, unlike us
younger boys. An automatic "PREFECT" badge is given to them by
the headmaster upon beginning as 6th formers and they are told to
wear it proudly. They also get to punish us for small infractions
of the rules or we can see the headmaster instead. I don't know
of anybody who took the headmaster route. I've always been good,
well I've never been caught doing anything wrong so I've never
seen the inside of the 6th form common room.

If I see this Chris, I don't know if I should say anything or
not. Will he acknowledge me, and if he does, should I say
anything back? I'm skittish about the whole situation. He didn't
actually say anything on Saturday but he did kiss me briefly
after he fucked me, and also left with my knickers in his pocket
as a souvenir. Should I ask him outright if he'll keep my secret
or would he maybe just want to forget it, and would he be angry
if I brought the subject up? Maybe if I avoid him....

I don't see him today and a feeling of relief sweeps over me. I'm
a coward at heart, I suppose, and I'd really rather not face
things that are awkward.



Now it's Thursday and I'm feeling quite chipper. My worries seem
to have come to nothing and I've brushed last Saturday's events
under the carpet. I'm in the toilets with Roger and I've felt him
up before pulling down his pants and licking his dick. He's got a
nice foreskin and I like to play with it. I like to pull on the
foreskin with my lips and to push the tip of my tongue inside it
to tickle his pee-slit. He likes this and would stand there for
an hour if I'd keep doing it. He's begun to like having his
bum-hole licked and he turns around and bends down regularly so
that I can take care of that too. I don't mind doing all that,
I'll do almost anything to please him.

Roger has begun to kind of summon me to the toilets when he wants
sex and I've gone along with it. When the morning ends and it's
time for lunch, he just whispers to me, "Toilets," and I go there
and wait for him. When he appears, he doesn't feel me up any more
but just stands there, expecting me to pull down his pants and
undies and service him in any way he indicates. He seems to treat
me like a slut now and I suppose I deserve it because I do
everything he says without question. He says, "Bum," and I tongue
his bum. When he says, "Suck," I get to it straight away. I'm
such a pushover.

I'm on my knees, sucking his dick while he looks down at me. He's
become hard in my mouth and my head is bobbing forward and back,
licking the underside of his dick while one of my hands kneads
the big balls which nestle between his legs. Although he's 14,
the same age as me, I think of him as an adult and obey his every
wish.

He's close to spunking now but then he moves me backwards so that
my back is against the wall. This is something different and I'm
a bit puzzled until he begins to fuck his dick in and out of my
mouth. I can't move my head back further because it's right
against the wall so he can fuck as deep as he wants and I can't
escape it. He fucks me deep and I'm gagging sometimes but he's
relentless in his thrusting. I'm panicking a bit because of the
occasional lack of air and my eyes are watering but he doesn't
care about my discomfort as long as he's feeling good.

My hands are busy, one playing with his balls and the other
gripping his bum-cheek, and I'm looking up into his eyes as he
pleasures himself in me. There is no tenderness in his eyes, not
like my uncle when HE fucks into me, just a sneering look, a look
of superiority. He never used to do this when we first started
doing sex. We used to fondle each other nicely, taking care that
we both came but now he's become selfish, using me for his own
satisfaction and not caring about mine. It's my own fault, I know
that, because he's realised that I'm a slut and he doesn't have
to bother about my feelings any more.

His cock fucks my mouth faster and I wait for the stream of
viscous fluid I know is on the way. He gasps and moans as the
first spurt of his spunk shoots to the back of my throat. He's
placed his knob just inside my lips so that my mouth can fill and
I may not need to swallow as my mouth fills with his nasty seed.
My hand fondling his balls will ensure that every drop of his
potent spunk will leave his body and enter mine, and that proves
to be the case as his hot spunk continues to fill me.

My head is jammed against the wall which means that HE will
decide when his dick leaves my mouth and not me, as was formerly
the case. He's been watching my face as he's spurted into me and
he's seen no sign of disgust or distress, so he's decided this is
how things are going to be from now on.

The jerking of his dick in my mouth has stopped and I suppose
that the last drops are leaving him and adding to the pool I
already hold in my mouth. After a few seconds, he pulls out his
dick and says simply, "Show me." I open my mouth wide and he
inspects what he has shot into me. Satisfied, he says, "Swallow,"
and I gulp it all down, showing him afterwards that my mouth is
now empty. When he says, "Clean," I do it with my tongue, licking
his dick like a cat with a kitten. When he's had enough, he pulls
his dick out unceremoniously and pulls up his undies and pants,
checks himself over and leaves without a backward glance or a
word.

Ten seconds later, the door of the cubicle opens and a face peers
down at me. I've forgotten to lock the door after Roger left and
a prefect is staring at the prick I have just taken out of my
trousers, intending some self-gratification.

"What are you doing, boy?" he barks out and my legs turn to
jelly. I realise that my semi-erect dick is still in my hand
while I'm looking up at him and I let it go, feeling foolish.
"Well?" he says and I can't answer. He looks at his watch and
says, "It's time for lessons now. See me after school." He takes
a pad from his pocket and writes something on it, handing it to
me and then leaving.

I'm stunned. A prefect has barged into the toilet and caught me
just as I was starting to wank. I look at the bit of paper he's
given me and against the word "Subject" which is printed on it,
he's written "Indecency". His name is written at the bottom and
it turns out to be Atkinson. Oh shit! What's going to happen to
me now? I put my dick away and trudge off to class without
enthusiasm.

The afternoon is educationally a waste because the whole time I'm
wondering what Atkinson is going to do to punish me. I don't know
him and I haven't really heard anything about him from anybody
else. At break-time, I ask one or two classmates if they know
anything about Atkinson but nobody does and I'm still left not
knowing.

As the clock ticks relentlessly, I watch it like someone who has
but a short time to live. I tell myself not to be silly and ask
myself how bad can it be?

When 4 o'clock comes round, the class is dismissed and I know
that my time has come; I have to give myself up to the
authorities. I trudge to the 6th form common room and, taking all
the courage I can muster, I knock and wait. It's opened by
Foster, one of the few 6th formers I know, and he says, "Yes?" I
tell him that I have to report to Atkinson and he says to wait,
closing the door in my face.

Seconds later, Atkinson opens the door and I'm told to follow
him. I do so, closing the door behind me, and I'm led into the
inner sanctum. I count 6 boys there, lounging about on the easy
chairs which have been provided for their comfort. Then I see
him! Chris. My eyes do a double-take but I'm not mistaken, it's
definitely him. All the seated boys look up at me as I pass and
my head goes down in embarrassment. Do they know why I'm here?

Atkinson marches me through to an adjoining room at the back and
it contains nothing more than a cupboard, a desk and a couple of
wooden chairs. He looks at his watch and spits out, "Bollocks!"
I'm confused but he's not saying it to me, just to himself. He
goes to the door we just came through and asks the assembled 6th
formers, "Can somebody sort this boy out for me? I've just
remembered I have to see the old man at 5 in town and I can't be
late."

I hear somebody mumble and Atkinson turns to me and says, "Stand
there," and he leaves me, closing the door behind him. I look
around the room and, apart from school notices and a lessons
timetable, there's nothing else to see. The cupboard is slightly
open and there is something hanging on the inside of the door. I
look at the door to the room and try to calculate if I can look
in the cupboard before somebody comes and I figure I can. So I
take the couple of steps and open the cupboard door.

Things are pinned to the inside of the door. Knickers are
arranged, fastened with drawing pins, and I realise that these
6th formers are collecting trophies of their conquests, the dirty
buggers, and I smile to myself. Then I spot something that
freezes me with horror. My knickers are there too! Chris has
pinned my knickers, the ones he took after he fucked me, on the
door for everybody to see. Oh God, Oh God, please help me.

The door opens and Chris is standing there, looking at me. I'm
caught like a rabbit facing oncoming headlights, frozen to the
spot. I open my mouth to speak, to offer some kind of explanation
but nothing comes out, not a sound, I'm just like a fish out of
water, my mouth opening and closing. Chris closes the door and
sits himself on the edge of the table, leisurely swinging a leg
back and forth.

"Well, young man, and what have you been up to?" I give him the
note that Atkinson gave to me and he glances at it. "Indecency?
What HAVE you been doing?" He's smiling but I don't see any
humour in my situation. I'm reluctant to say anything at all so
he says, "Come here," and I amble over to stand before him.

"What did Atkinson catch you doing?" I look up and I'm nearly in
tears. This 16-year-old is looking at me with sympathy, his voice
is soft, not at all what I expect from someone whose duty is to
punish me. I still can't tell him though, it's too embarrassing.
I have forgotten that Chris had been actually fucking my bum only
5 days ago so this is really of no consequence.

He puts his hand under my chin and tilts my head up and I look
into his eyes. "What were you doing?" he asks softly.

"I was going to have a wank after I'd sucked Roger..." I begin
and I realise what I've just said. Stupidly, I think I may have
got away with it but he looks at me with a smile on his lips.

"Who's Roger?" he says and I blush as I tell him what I've been
doing. When I bow my head, I see that a tent has appeared in the
front of his pants and I'm sure that it wasn't there before I
told him what I did. He sees me looking at it and says, "Do you
like what you see?" and I blush again, going scarlet that he's
caught me looking at it. "Do you want to touch it?" he says
softly and, after a second, I nod. "Go on then, feel it."

I hesitate, wondering if he's a prefect who's punishing me or a
sex partner who wants me to please him. I see only gentleness in
his eyes and I feel him through his pants. His cock is hard and I
trace the full length and thickness with my fingertips. When I
look up again, his eyes are closed and he's enjoying the
stimulation my fingers provide. I'm getting aroused too and my
dick is becoming stiffer as I feel the cock in Chris' pants.

"Do you want to see it again?" he says quietly and I nod. He
undoes his pants and drops them, along with his undies, to his
ankles. I look down to see his cock and recognise the long
foreskin that I had admired last Saturday. Even though he is
completely erect, more than an inch of foreskin hangs over the
end of the knob, covering it. My fingers play with his foreskin,
feeling it's softness, it's silkiness. My other hand feels the
firmness of his shaft, the jerking of it caused by his heartbeat.
But I'm in awe of that foreskin; I can't tear my eyes away.

He gets off the table he's sitting on and stands there before me.
"Perhaps you should kneel down to get a better look," and I blush
once more, knowing that he's aware of my unhealthy interest in
his cock. I kneel before him and continue the exploration of his
cock, the cock that gave me so much pleasure last Saturday as it
shot white hot spunk into my rectum. His balls are larger than
mine, of course, and he has more hair than me. My hands and
fingers are busy as I feel him up, running my fingers the length
of his cock and weighing his balls in my hand, feeling his coarse
pubic hair and spreading the pre-cum that he's producing over the
knob of his cock when I've pulled back that wonderful foreskin. I
taste the finger with the pre-cum on it and he sees me do it.

As I'm doing this to him, he's moaning and I look up to see the
pleasure I'm bringing him reflected in his face, and I'm so
proud. I want to please him and I'm prepared to do anything he
asks in order to further his pleasure. He sees me looking
expectantly at him and he knows what I want but I daren't ask for
it. Then he says it, what I've been waiting to hear.

"Go on, sweety, suck it." A thought flashes through my head as I
move forward to taste his cock. 'He called me sweety, just like
Uncle Fred does,' and for some reason, it makes me feel happy. I
pull his foreskin all the way back whilst he's in my mouth
because it's a new experience and I thrill at the sensation. I'm
unwrapping a cock INSIDE my mouth and it feels weird but not in a
bad way. My tongue is gathering the increasing amount of pre-cum
as it flows from him and I'm enjoying the salty taste of the
slimy substance.

He's stroking my hair now and I move my hands behind him to feel
his bum-cheeks, and the muscular buttocks are flexing in time
with my oral ministrations. He's tensing and relaxing as my mouth
worships his sex, and his hands move to caress my face and
forehead. His hands feel so good on me and he's so gentle that I
want to kiss him but of course I can't.

My sucking mouth is having the desired effect on him and I know
he's about to blow any second. He groans and I hold his buttocks
tight, waiting for the first blast of his sperm. He pushes all
the way into me and I gag on his cock. When he realises that he's
gone too far, he pulls back immediately so his knob is just
inside my lips. The first spurt hits the roof of my mouth and
begins to fall onto my tongue just as the second spurt is
delivered into my waiting mouth. There is no time to swallow as
the torrent of white hot potent spunk has begun and I can't stop
it. His cock is jerking again and again, spurting, spurting,
filling me. He's panting throughout his orgasm, making little
noises as he cums My mouth is filling up and I'm starting to
worry about what I'm going to do when it's full.

Then it stops; no more jerking of his cock, no more tensing of
his buttocks and his panting is now decreasing. His cock remains
inside my mouth as he continues to caress my face with his
fingertips. He gently pulls out his manly cock from my mouth and,
without a word, I open wide so that he can see the results of his
cumming. The spunk is pooled around my teeth and gums and I have
to keep my head tilted back in case I spill any down my chin.

He smiles down at me and bends to kiss my forehead and it's then
that I swallow his copious volume of spunk. I'm impressed with
the amount he's given me and, for some reason, I compare it with
what Uncle Fred feeds me. He's obviously a real man, just like my
uncle.

I take his cock into my mouth again and lick him clean, playing
with my tongue around his foreskin for much longer than is
necessary for such a simple task. He's stroking my hair again as
I'm bathing his cock and I make sure to squeeze out any remaining
cum that might remain in the tube underneath his cock. I can
taste the spunk which still coats the inside of my mouth and I
find that it's not so bad.

When I've finished, I look up at him and he pulls me up to stand
between his legs. This when he surprises me by taking me in his
arms and pressing his lips to mine, trying to force his tongue
between them. I open and his tongue thrusts inside, immediately
licking round everywhere and obviously tasting his own spunk on
my teeth and gums. I throw my arms around him and kiss him back
but then we hear somebody calling out from the other room and he
quickly withdraws from me, pulling his pants up hastily.

"Yes?" he shouts, continuing to see that his clothing is in
order. "I'm coming," and I smile at this. He realises what he's
said and smiles at me too.

He goes out to find it's one of the other 6th formers who needs a
hand with something and he has to leave with him. He pops his
head back round the door and whispers to me to leave when he's
gone. He blows me a kiss and then he's gone. I'm in a daze now
but what I do know is that I need to wank urgently. I have sucked
down two lots of spunk and I haven't managed to come once, thanks
to Atkinson.

I check that nobody's in the common room and I leave, making my
way to the toilets to take care of business on my own account.
Once there, my aching dick is wanked until my own hot spunk
shoots out and I catch it in my hand so that I can suck it down
to join the two lots already in my stomach. It hasn't taken long
because I've replayed what's happened to me today and it's all
been so arousing.

Now, what do I have to do tomorrow?





Chapter 11

When I get home from school, Mum's waiting for me. "Hiya," I say
and throw my book bag on the floor prior to taking it upstairs. I
can still taste Chris' spunk in my mouth and I hope that she
can't smell it on me.

"Sit down. I want to talk to you," and I know that this is going
to be serious. When I'm settled, she says, "Is anybody making you
do things you don't want to do?" My heart-rate increases
dramatically as I run through my head the list of things that
boys and men have done to me in the last few days and I wonder if
she knows something. I don't know how to answer this. I don't
want to lie to her but, at the same time, I can't let her know
that I've been bummed and I've swallowed lots of spunk, and I've
really rather enjoyed it all.

I decide to play dumb and ask, "What do you mean?" It's always a
good ploy because the opposition always has to lay something
definite before you so you can answer the charge. "What kind of
things do you mean?" I say in the most innocent way I can manage.

"Has a man...?" Now she's stumbling because she's trying to find
a way to ask the question without upsetting my delicate
sensibilities. I know what she's talking about but I have to
pretend innocence.

"A man? What man?" I say, hoping that she doesn't really know
what I've been up to. "I don't know what you mean."

"I think you do, John. I think you know exactly what I mean," and
she looks at me in that way she used to look at me when I was 8
and she found me pinching biscuits out of the barrel. I don't
like the way this is going and I prepare myself to go into
defence mode. She still hasn't told me what she knows and I'm
smart enough not to confess to things she may not know about.

"What do you mean exactly?" I say again, but my confidence is
fast going down the toilet.

She takes the bull by the horns and comes out with it.

"Have you been having sex with a man?" I'm stunned. I don't know
what to say. My mouth opens and closes like a goldfish and that
fact alone betrays me. She's caught me now and she did it so
easily. My choice is now telling bare-faced lies or revealing all
I've been up to. There's really no middle path. With no other
option on the horizon, I say quietly, "Yes."

I wait for the shouting, the berating, but it doesn't come. She's
considering what to say next and struggling with it. I'm hoping
she'll feel embarrassed and discontinue the questioning but
that's not going to be the case.

"Is it your father?" I'm gobsmacked at this and I look at her in
disbelief. Recognising that she may have made a major mistake,
she tries to cover by continuing, "We haven't done much lately...
in the bedroom... I mean sex..." She's floundering now. "He might
have wanted to... get his... you know... elsewhere."

I don't know how to answer this, if indeed an answer is required.
She's getting a bit worked up now and I move to her side and hold
her. I want to change the subject and so I decide to ask her a
question.

"How did you know, Mum?" I ask quietly and she rallies from the
upset state to the practical.

"I do your washing," she says and it all falls into place. "I've
found sperm in your underpants, lots of it that's run out of your
bum."

I've lost the battle, I realise that, and I decide to own up to
everything. What else can I do? I decide though not to mention
anybody's name. I especially don't want her to find out that it's
my uncle who has taught me the ways of the male bonding
experience.

"This 'man' did things to me, Mum, and I loved them all. His
cock... his willy was enormous and he played with mine and I
loved it. He sucked me, Mum, and I sucked him. He took me to the
woods and let other men do things to me too. It was lovely, Mum,
feeling all those cocks... willies, I mean."

Mum's listening to me, obviously in a daze, as I'm describing
what I've done. But her eyes have strayed to the tent that's
begun to form in my pants and a strange look has come to her
face.

"Let me see your underpants, John, take them off," she says
softly and I look at her. Nobody has fucked me since last
Saturday so they must be clean, no sperm in them. I can't think
of a reason not to do as she tells me and I begin to take off my
pants and underpants. When my pants have been taken off, she's
looking at the tent in my underpants and my erection can be
plainly seen. I pause to look at Mum and she has the look of the
men who have done me before, lust and longing on their faces. How
could this affect a woman this way? It was only men who wanted my
sex, my bum, wasn't it?

When I take down my underpants and give them to her, she's not
looking at them. Instead, she's looking intently at my dick. I'm
stood now in front of my mother with no clothes below the waist
and an erection that threatens to erupt.

"Turn round, John, and bend over the settee," she says and I
wonder if this is a sign of an impending spanking. I do as she
says because I'm an obedient child and she begins to examine my
rosebud. She separates my bum-cheeks and I can feel her hot
breath on my bum-hole. This is doing nothing to decrease the
erection which is currently worrying me.

"This looks alright but it may be damaged. Did a man really push
his thing up here?" she says, pushing a finger into me. It goes
into me quite easily and she goes on, "Was it thick and long?"
and I'm getting more aroused with the questions.

"Yes, Mum, he pushed his thing all the way up in me and I felt
his hot stuff shoot into me," I said, getting hotter with the
answer.

"Did he lick your hole first?" and I reply, "They both did." Oh
shit, I've just let Mum know that I've been fucked by two men.

"Both?" she says and I'm caught again. She's obviously
discovering the enormity of my involvement with men and I don't
know how to minimise the effect. I surrender now and decide I
don't want her to worry about me. No more talk about 'willies'
and 'things', I've decided, I'll tell her all.

"Mum, I like girls and I like men. Girls don't want me but men
do. I want to do anything to please a man." There, I said it. I
wait for tears or outrage but neither comes. She stands me up and
turns me round, and begins to examine my erection and my balls
beneath. Her fingers feel nice but although I'm feeling weird
about Mum messing with me, I'm exceedingly turned on.

She says, "I haven't really seen your body for years but I have
to admit that it's nice." She's begun to move my foreskin up and
down, and I'm getting more excited by the second. "Would you have
sex with ANY man?" she asks and I reply with a strangled, "Yes,
Mum."

Her fingers are bringing me dangerously close to shooting,
especially when her other hand moves underneath to fondle my
balls. "Do you like men to suck your cock, John? Does it feel
nice? Would you like to do Dad?"

"Yes, Mum, I'd like to do Dad," I say, my voice hardly audible.
"Mum, I'm coming!" I cry in alarm but she doesn't stop wanking
me.

She darts forward and her lips encircle my dick. It's too late,
I'm coming. My dick jerks again and again and I find myself
filling Mum's mouth with my hot spunk. She's sucking hard,
forcing all my sperm out of my dick, and she's swallowing it. I'm
groaning as I shoot into her over and over. Mum's good at this
and I realise for second just how lucky my dad must be.

When my orgasm dwindles, Mum cleans my dick with her tongue and
I'm just starting to realise the enormity of what we've just
done. Mum has had her finger up my bum and wanked me off until I
shot all my spunk into her mouth and she wants me to please Dad
with my bum.

I get my pants back on and Mum's now acting like we just shared a
cup of tea. "Oh by the way," she says, "I've just put your clean
school shirts on your bed. Don't crease them when you put them
away." Did I miss something? Didn't something momentous just
happen? I'm still struggling with this when she says that Dad
will be home late tonight, casual as you please.

Later in the evening, I'm reading while Mum watches TV and when
Dad comes home, she leaves the TV and rushes off into the kitchen
to get his meal out of the oven. I can hear her talking to him
and I hear him answering but I can't actually catch WHAT they
say. A heated exchange is going on and I'm not sure that I want
to be involved in any of it.

Dad joins us after his meal and he watches TV with Mum. I go to
bed at 10 o'clock and settle down again with my book.
Surprisingly, ten minutes later, I hear them come to bed. They've
never come to bed that soon before. I hear the water running in
the bathroom as they get ready to hit the sack and five minutes
after that, all goes silent.

Ten minutes later, Mum opens the door and says that Dad wants to
talk to me about what happened today and will I go in to see him.
My mind flashes back to Mum's question about doing Dad and my
heart flutters. She stays in my room as I go along to talk to
Dad. The lights are subdued and he's sitting on the bed, wearing
just the usual underpants that he always wears to bed. He pats
the bed beside him and I sit next to him.

"Mum tells me that you are having sex with men. Is that right?" I
admit it, bowing my head. When he wants to know why, I tell him
that men want me and girls don't. "Don't you think that you
should wait a bit longer before you have sex? You're only 14."

When I tell him of the joy I feel when a man is doing things to
me, he begins to rub the front of his underpants. My words are
exciting him and I'm also being aroused by the memory of what
I've done. I watch his hand as he rubs himself and I can see that
his cock is growing as he hears the details of my debauchery. My
own dick has grown in my pyjama bottoms and he's watching it
closely. I stand up as I'm describing what Roger has done to me
today and Dad pulls me between his open legs. He hugs me to him
and my stiff cock inside my pyjamas nestles against his cheek. My
arms go around his neck and I hug him back.

We hug for a minute and he turns his head slightly, pressing his
lips against my hard-on. The strangeness of the situation doesn't
make it any less erotic and I begin to rub my hardness against
his lips. His hands slowly pull down my pyjama bottoms and I'm
naked before him. He's seeing my dick for the first time in years
and when he hugs me again, we're skin to skin. His stubble
scratches my naked dick but I don't mind. His brother has also
rubbed his stubble against me in weeks gone by but I can't tell
him that.

His hands creep behind me and he feels my taut buttocks, strokes
them tenderly like he would a woman while stroking his cheek up
and down my dick, in effect wanking me with his cheek. When he
moves me back a couple of feet, I'm confused but I see that he's
taking off his underpants in an awkward fashion. I'm watching him
do this and when his cock is finally revealed, I can see that
he's not unlike his brother in size. It's about 7 inches long,
thick and circumcised; a most impressive weapon.

Nothing needs to be said because I know what he wants, what he
needs. I kneel between his legs and explore his magnificent cock
with my fingers. He leans back with his hands supporting him and
he opens his legs wide so I can reach his ball-sac, and when I
cup his balls in my hand, he trembles. I'm trembling too as I
touch the cock that fucked Mum to impregnate her, making her
bring me into the world 9 months later. His pre-cum is leaking
and running down his shaft from his pee-slit so I go down on him,
licking it all up and swallowing it.

Mum slides into the room but I don't see her because she's behind
me. Dad sees her though and freezes, and I wonder what I'm doing
wrong. I take the huge knob into my mouth and suck, then I
alternate between licking the huge monster from base to knob and
sucking the knob while licking his frenulum He jerks when I do
this and I'm afraid I've hurt him. I look up into his eyes and
see nothing but love for me. As I release his cock for a second,
he moves further on the bed and I follow him, lying next to him.
His hairy chest intrigues me and I run a hand through it,
marvelling at his masculinity. His nipples become erect as I
touch them with a finger but he moans when I touch my tongue to
one and lick it.

He looks beyond me and I turn to see what he's looking at. That's
when I see Mum. She's standing just inside the bedroom door and
watching, her hand stroking her crotch over her nightie. Dad
pulls my head back to his nipple and I suck it. He's dragging air
between his teeth as I'm exciting him and my hand returns to the
long thick cock that I regard with awe. His legs are wide open
and I look down between his legs, seeing the hair that covers his
ball-sac. The pre-cum is pouring out from his inflated cock again
and I clean it up once more with my tongue, sucking again on his
enormous knob. A minute later and he moves, turning me onto my
side and then further onto my belly. He drags a pillow over and I
raise my hips so that he can push it under me. Once done, I open
my legs wide because I know that he's going to fuck me.

My bum is raised slightly now and he strokes my buttocks gently,
his fingertips feeling like butterfly wings on my skin. My head
is turned to the side and I can see Mum now. She's hiked up her
nightie and pulled down her knickers to her knees. Her hand is
moving over her hairy cunt as she watches Dad making love to me.
I feel his hot breath on my rosebud and I'm surprised when his
tongue touches it, licking all around it. The sensations are
wonderful when somebody does this to you and you never want it to
stop. Hot liquid is dropped into the crack of my bum and I
realise that he's dropped saliva onto me to help with the
lubrication that he knows I'll need.

Mum has quietly sidled to the side of the bed and reaches into a
drawer and brings out a tube of something. She takes off the cap
and applies it to my bum-hole while Dad looks on. Her finger
pushes some of the cold jelly up inside my bum and she
manipulates my hole, adding a second finger and then a third.
She's opening me up so that Dad doesn't hurt me too badly. When
she's finished, she steps back and replaces the tube in the
drawer, then she hikes up her nightie again and pulls down her
knickers. Her hand moves again as she looks over my youthful
body.

Dad has been wanking his big dick while my hole was being
prepared for him and now he's ready to penetrate his son. Beneath
me, my dick is as stiff as a board, trapped as it is between my
body and the pillow underneath me. Now he shuffles between my
wide open legs and I feel his great knob against my sphincter. He
takes my hips in his big hands to hold me in place and pushes
forward, and I do what I've learnt; I push out as if I'm having a
shit. The head enters and I wince. Mum's hand touches mine and I
look up at her. She's looking down at me, concerned, but not
enough to take her other hand away from her cunt. I can see her
pubic hair clearly now and the hand that slides up and down the
wet slit.

My dad has got the knob of his big cock in me now and pushes
forward, gaining a couple of inches inside me. He pushes again
and I've now got more than half of the monster cock inserted in
my bum-hole. I don't have much pain, just the feeling of
fullness, and I wait for him to push the rest into me. He pulls
back and I feel the monster sliding in my hot tunnel, then he
pushes hard forward and I'm full of him, his pubic hair
scratching against my buttocks.

When he begins to fuck himself into me, the sensation is
wonderful. The long thick cock is fucked into me slowly and the
strokes are full length, the movement in my rectum arousing me
tremendously. When I look at Mum, she's watching the monster cock
fucking her son and she's almost drooling at the sight. Dad is
fucking me faster now and I wonder if he's got a short fuse. He's
been doing me for a couple of minutes when he stops and pulls out
of me. Confused, I look back over my shoulder. He turns me over
so I'm lying on my back and pushes the pillow under me again.

Now we're face to face and I watch as he pushes his cock into me
again. Mum is holding my hand again and I can see her fingers
playing in her shiny wet slit. Dad pushes in as far as he can and
I feel the fullness once more. He looks down at me as he slides
his cock in and I briefly admire the muscles in his thick arms
which support him so that he isn't lying on me. Two minutes of
fucking me gently leads to him speeding up and I know that he's
getting very close to emptying his sperm into my rectum. I raise
my legs and wrap them round him, my way of showing him that I
love him.

When I look up again at Mum, she's sweating profusely and her
finger is diddling a little knob thing at the top of her slimy
slit. Dad groans and I feel the first jerk of his massive cock
and I know that he's starting to cum. He goes as deep as he can
and holds still, grunting as the torrent of his potent spunk
sprays inside me. Mum groans and squeezes my hand tight as Dad
continues to pump his spunk into me. Three spurts, four, five and
I lose count as the jerking of his cock continues. Mum makes
mewing sounds and her body shakes with orgasm as she intently
watches her husband breeding their son.

Twenty seconds later, I'm a son with a bum full of his father's
spunk and I have a mother who has orgasmed while watching their
mating. My dad collapses onto me and his weight crushes me but I
say nothing. His big rod is still buried deep inside me and I
hope that he won't take it out anytime soon. Mum has stopped
panting now and let her nightie drop down to cover her sex. She
strokes my face and mouths silently, 'Thankyou,' to me and I
wonder which part of what's happened she's thanking me for.

Dad's becoming too heavy now and I try to move. His big cock is
softening and it falls out of me, so he rolls off me and I can
breathe freely again. My stiff cock sticks up straight and I
wonder if I should wank it till I come. I can't imagine Dad
wanting to do it, him being so masculine. The decision is taken
from me as Mum brings her head down and begins to suck me. Dad
watches as she does this and I'm surprised when he fondles my
balls with his big fingers.

I can't last long of course and I cry, "I'm cumming, Mum!" in
case she wants to escape a mouth full of my spunk. She stays in
place as I groan and tense up, and I fill her mouth with spurt
after spurt of my hot sperm. Dad plays with my balls all the time
I'm filling Mum's mouth, trying to hold on to them as I thrash
about in orgasm. Mum's swallowing all that I shoot out of my dick
and Dad's watching us intently.

Finally it's over, I've no more to give, and Mum licks me clean,
all the time looking into Dad's eyes. He's looking down at her
and I see the love in his eyes. He reaches over me and brings her
head forward to kiss her gently on the lips. She responds and I
find myself between two lovers, eagerly pressing into each other.
So I wriggle out from between them, grab my pyjama bottoms which
are lying on the floor and go to leave. Before I close the door,
Dad is on top of Mum and the stiff cock he now sports I feel sure
is destined for Mum's hairy cunt. I go to my bed, leaving them to
it.

In the morning, Mum's all smiles and singing away to herself in
the kitchen. Dad's behaving like a newly-wed, fawning around her
and my bum's sore from all the fucking it got last night. I've
dumped the underpants I put on specially last night when I went
to bed because Mum will have to wash Dad's spunk out of them. He
put so much into me last night and they were caked to my bum this
morning when I woke up. I wonder if she'll sniff them before they
go into the washing machine. I have to go to school now but Mum
makes sure to kiss my forehead as I leave. "Thanks, love," she
says and I leave to get my bike from the garage.





Chapter 12

The truck's rumbling on and his hand is playing with my little
dick. I like the feeling, of course, because I'm a boy of 14 and
my hormones seem to have taken over my life. I'm thinking about
cock morning, noon and night. Since Uncle Fred started touching
me up and making me do sex things 4 months ago, my appetite for
male/male contact has known no bounds. My only fear is that of
discovery, that people will find out that I'll do anything to
please a boy or a man.

I'm very nervous around the girls in my class at school and I'm
not brave enough to actually ask one to go out with me because
I'm fairly sure that she would look at me in horror, laugh and
then go and tell her friends all about it. Boys are a different
breed entirely and seem to understand the need for interactive
bonding. They all seem comfortable with the idea of wanking
themselves but the idea of wanking someone else still raises
eyebrows, even amongst the most prolific of masturbators.

My classmate Roger, my one-time mutual wanking friend, has taken
control of our sessions in the toilets and now uses single word
commands to make me do what he wants. He doesn't touch me any
more but I'm required to lick and suck his dick as before and now
he enjoys humiliating me by making me push the tip of my tongue
into his bum-hole as well. I excuse my acceptance and enjoyment
of this act by telling myself that it's the hormones making me do
these things and it's not really my fault. When he turns round
and fucks me in the mouth, I look up into his face and see a look
of superiority that never used to be there. Because he always
positions me against the wall of the cubicle we're in, I can't
pull off his dick when he goes too deep and it makes me gag but
he doesn't care about my discomfort any more. At the time of
ejaculation, one of two things happens. He pushes all the way in
and holds it, forcing me to swallow, or he pulls back to just
inside my lips and fills my mouth with his spunk, making me show
him his slime before he gives me permission to swallow.

Anyway, back to today. It's really warm and sunny, and my uncle
is making me even hotter by playing with my little knob as we
drive along. He hasn't said anything but I know where we're
going. He's taking me to that wood where all those men walk up
and down that well-worn path, looking for other men to have sex
with or to watch other men engaging in sex acts. As we arrive at
the parking place, I count 8 cars, all empty, and when we park
alongside them, I wait to see if he's going to dress me like a
girl again.

I'm only slightly relieved when he takes from the bag a pair of
boys' swimming trunks. Why does he keep dressing me in other
clothes? I know really; it turns him on and he likes to watch
other men ogling me. He tells me to undress and watches closely
as each bit of my body is revealed. I see the familiar tent in
his pants begin as his eyes roam over me and I'm pleased that I'm
having that effect on him. When I stand naked before him, he
looks at me and says, "Your skin is beautiful." He hugs me to him
and I put my arms around his neck. His hands cup my bum-cheeks
and I feel safe, warm. His stubble scratches my cheek and it
dawns on me that my skin IS soft when compared with his.

He hands me the swimming trunks and I put them on, finding that
they are really a bit too snug, especially in the crotch. When I
look down past my flat belly, I'm less than happy to find that
they're almost see-through and I can see the knob of my little
dick looking back at me. Oh Jesus! I look around me, seeking some
independent arbiter who will tell my uncle that this is going too
far but I don't find one and I'm left with the realisation that
there's no escape from this. My uncle steps back to take in the
full effect of my new attire and, after making me turn round so
he can see me from behind, he just says, "Beautiful!"

I put on my shoes and we head towards the path which leads into
the wood. As we walk, two men are on the path, walking towards
us. Both wear very light shorts and one of the two is
bare-chested. They look at me as we pass each other, both sets of
eyes looking at my crotch. I blush because I know what they can
see and I don't think my blushing goes unnoticed. Once they pass
by, I get a feeling that they've turned around and are checking
out my bum which must also be as plain to see as my dick.

As we continue to walk, I notice that my uncle is looking to left
and right and I wonder why. What's he looking for? We walk
slowly, leisurely, and he asks me what I've been doing this week.
I tell him about my week at school and mention that a prefect
caught me with my dick in my hand and I had to report to the 6th
form common room. He questions me about it and I eventually
reveal what I did with Chris. He's very interested in this and I
am asked for details. As I relate what happened, I'm aware that
my little dick is stiffening and I wonder how I can stop it.

Just then, my uncle spots something off to our left and he stops
dead in his tracks. I look too but don't see anything
immediately. Then he takes me by the hand and leads me quietly
towards what he's seen. About 20 yards away, two men are engaging
in oral sex and we stop to watch. The man who's standing, a blond
man of maybe 30 years of age and slim, sees us but allows his
kneeling partner to continue. We move closer until we're 10 yards
away and stop again, and I watch the kneeling man tonguing the
large circumcised cock. Both men wear shorts but both are wearing
them now around their ankles.

The man who's standing is looking into the eyes of the sucking
man and indicates to him that they have an audience. Sucking
stops for a second and the man on his knees, a dark-haired man in
his fifties, looks over at us, but he goes back to his task once
he sees that we pose no threat. As I watch in awe, I look down at
the kneeling man's cock and see that he's quite small and it
reinforces my unreasonable belief that small-dicked men and boys
should expect to service those who are more amply endowed. Why do
I think that? Nobody has suggested to me anything even remotely
like that but I think it just the same.

Uncle Fred watches too and his hand touches my crotch to find
that my little dick has become stiff while watching the spectacle
before us. The man being sucked is watching US now and moves his
head slightly as a signal that we should join them. My uncle
moves us forward till we stand next to the man on his knees and
I'm now getting a close-up of a man pleasing another man orally.
Wow! It's a sight that's arousing, to say the least. The blond
man nods downwards to my uncle and he seems to understand, and he
places me down on my knees next to the dark-haired one so that
I'm skin to skin with the already kneeling man. I'm now looking
REALLY close at the big cock that's being liberally coated with
saliva and the man's own pre-cum. I want to touch the cock, to
feel it, but I don't know what the protocol is so I am left to
wonder what it feels like.

I don't have to wonder long though because the dark-haired one
takes the cock from his mouth and points it in my direction,
right at my mouth. The blond man shuffles very slightly and the
cock is now full on before me and, so that I don't make a
mistake, I look up briefly at my uncle and he nods. My mouth
opens and I take the big knob inside, tasting the saliva of
another man together with the pre-cum that continues to pour out
of the pee-slit of the man whose cock I have begun to worship. My
tongue runs around the knob and I try to force the tip into his
pee-slit. I know that he likes this because I hear him draw in
his breath sharply and his hands move to gently hold my head.

As I'm enjoying pleasing this man, I don't at first notice that
my erstwhile companion-in-sucking has left my side. I'm looking
up at the man towering over me and his eyes move from looking
down into mine to looking at something else. When I follow his
gaze, my companion is on his knees before my uncle, taking out
from his pants the enormous weapon I have nursed on so much. I'm
jealous for a brief moment but a tap on my head reminds me that
the present occupant of my mouth wants me to continue and I do
so, revelling in the delights that I'm sure he has for me.

My hands go to his ball-sac and I'm impressed by the weight of
the balls inside, so I fondle the hairy ball-sac and feel the
plum-sized balls as they move around to my touch. The big balls
and the hard thick cock in my mouth convince me that this is a
real man, not one who would kneel down and worship another male
as I am doing. I run my fingers through his hairy crotch and,
when I reach the base of his cock, I squeeze the firm thickness
between my fingers, marvelling at the rigidity, the strength, the
manliness.

He's beginning to pant and a guttural moan is beginning in his
throat. I place my hands behind him and clutch at the muscular
buttocks which have begun to flex. His hands now tighten their
grip on my head and he holds me in place as he begins to fuck my
mouth. His hips are moving back and forth, forcing his will on
me, making me accept more of his cock than I'm comfortable with,
but he's a man and must have his way and, being a boy, I have to
accept it. I don't resist while he uses me to bring himself
towards the orgasm I've been helping him to reach.

The cock in my mouth jerks and he begins to shudder, crying out
as the first spurt rushes along the sperm tube underneath the
thick cock and shoots to the back of my throat. His second spurt
follows the first and the torrent has begun. His big cock keeps
jerking, forcing more and more of his slimy spunk into my
welcoming mouth, and I'm doing my best to cope with it all. I
can't back off because he's holding my head tight, holding me in
place as he uses me as his sex-toy, demonstrating his superiority
over me.

My panic begins to rise as I realise that my mouth is nearly full
and this big blond man is still spunking in me. He growls, "Take
it, boy, take it all," and I'm getting a bit scared because I'm
on my own, nobody watching over me. I have to swallow because if
I don't, I'll drown. The man's spunk slides down my throat
towards my belly and I swallow again, adding more to it.

The jerking has stopped now and he's just trembling, still
holding me in place as the dribbles from his cock add to the
spunk still pooled in my mouth. He's looking down into my eyes
but not with any emotion. I'm looking up at him, looking for some
sign that I've pleased him, but there's nothing there. He's used
me and I have to be grateful for it, and to be absolutely honest,
I am.

As his cock begins to soften, he pulls it out carefully and I
look at the slime-covered penis with a sort of satisfaction. It's
still big, slimy, wet, and I can smell the masculine scent of his
crotch. I open my mouth wide and tilt my head back so that he can
inspect what's pooled inside. He nods in satisfaction and watches
as I swallow the hot spunk down, running my tongue around my
mouth afterwards to savour the taste. I have the responsibility
of cleaning up the mess on his cock and he stands patiently as I
lick it clean, sucking anything nasty into my mouth and
swallowing it without comment.

Once he's clean, he turns, pulls up his shorts and I say,
"Thankyou," to him before he leaves without a word. What made me
say that? He uses me and I thank him?

I look behind me and see that the dark-haired man is still busy
with Uncle Fred, taking as much of his enormous cock as he can
into his mouth. As I move to join him, I spot a man 10 yards
away, an old man in his 60s, who has his stiff cock out and is
watching the proceedings with great interest. He's wanking slowly
and moving slowly towards us, wanting a closer look. My uncle
places me next to the dark-haired man again and we have to share
the sucking. While I play with my uncle's big balls, the
dark-haired man sucks his cock, and then we change over.

After a minute, the dark-haired man leaves his job at my uncle's
crotch and I feel him behind me. I'm on my knees of course and he
reaches round from behind and starts to play with my nipples.
Ooh, that's nice. His chest is against my back and, more
importantly, his dick is poking me between my bum-cheeks. My
almost see-through trunks seem to be feel-through too as I feel
like his dick is against my skin. I'm liking this; a big cock in
my mouth, a dick between my bum-cheeks and an old man wanking
himself while watching us.

As I continue to pleasure my uncle, the dark-haired man stands
and pulls my hips up so that I'm bent over at 90 degrees. He
starts to pull my trunks down from behind and when they're round
my ankles, he lifts my feet, one after the other, so he can
remove them. My uncle doesn't object to any of this so I comply.
The next thing I feel is a warm wet tongue going between my
bum-cheeks and when he hits my rosebud, I moan out loud. As the
tongue excites me more, so I suck harder on Uncle Fred's cock.
His tongue is pushing even further into me and it's making me
feel absolutely wonderful.

The old man is actually standing next to us now and, unknown to
me, he bends down to play with the dick of the man who's giving
me so much pleasure with his tongue. No words have been exchanged
but now 4 of us are having sex together. Cool. My uncle pulls out
of my mouth and moves to my side. I stay put because he didn't
tell me to move and anyway, that man's tongue is sending me to
heaven. Uncle Fred's hands hold my bum-cheeks apart and I sense
some movement behind me. The old man is about to shoot his spunk
and my uncle moves him so the head of his dick lies on top of the
tongue that is fucking my hole.

I hear a gasp and feel hot spunk shoot into my bum-crack, and it
must be running down onto the tongue that's still pleasing me.
The tongue pauses, gathers hot spunk and ploughs me again,
pushing the old man's sperm into my bum-hole. I'm gobsmacked when
I realise what's happening and I reflect for a second about how
perverted all this is turning out to be. The old man must have
finished shooting now and the tongue behind me gathers his
dribbles before fucking my hole again, forcing even more inside
me. Wow! The old man pats my bum and then strokes my firm
buttocks before doing up his pants and leaving.

My bum-hole feels slimy and wet now and the tongue is replaced by
two fingers which are driven hard inside me. It's not really
uncomfortable and the fingers have gone in fairly easily so I
don't experience any pain. It looks like I'm going to get a dick
in my bum now and I ready myself for the onslaught. I'm surprised
though when the dick I expected to fuck me appears in front of my
face. It's stiff, small and circumcised and it's pushed against
my lips. I do what's obviously required of me and I take it
inside my mouth. The man's balls are small too but I derive great
pleasure from playing with them. Although small, they hang down
very low in their ball-sac and I explore the ball-sac, especially
all the loose skin between his balls and the base of his dick.

I'm brought up sharp when a big knob pushes against my sphincter.
Oh no, my uncle's dropped his pants and he's going to fuck my
bum-hole. Don't get me wrong, his enormous cock is lovely and I'd
suck it all day but when he shoves it up my bum, I suffer. I open
my legs wide and he grips my hips and holds me in place. After
two goes at it, he gets out the Vaseline and coats his cock with
it. The next time he tries, I push out as he pushes in and his
huge knob slides through the anal ring. He pushes again almost
immediately and I feel his pubic hair against my buttocks. I'm
skewered between two cocks and I feel as if I'm on the menu at a
spit roast!

The cock behind begins to fuck me which pushes me forward so my
mouth slides down the entire shaft of the cock in my mouth. The
man in front stands still and my uncle now controls us both. His
fucking makes me bob backward and forward so that I'm fucking the
man in front with my mouth. This is completely new to me and I've
got to admit that I love it so far. My uncle's cock has filled me
and it's beginning to feel really nice as he ploughs me.

He's fucking me fast now so he must be near the end and the man
fucking my face seems to be close too because he's moaning
loudly. My own dick is as stiff as a board but nobody's bothering
to touch it, not even me.

I feel the big cock skewering me from behind begin to jerk and I
steady myself for the torrent of sperm that I know is coming. The
man in front groans and begins to jerk in my mouth. Suddenly I
feel hot spunk being pumped into me front and back and I try to
concentrate on the one in front. My mouth fills fast and I
swallow to get rid of it down to my stomach. The big cock in my
rectum jerks and jerks, shooting rope after rope of hot potent
seed into me and I have to say that it feels wonderful. Both men
are enjoying me and I've got to say that I feel privileged.

When they are both empty, they pull out of me and I stand.
Nothing needs to be said because I know what I have to do. I
kneel so I can lick the dark-haired man's cock up and down,
sucking and swallowing all the slime. I turn around to clean my
uncle and the big flaccid cock is specked with shit, Vaseline and
spunk. Distasteful as it is, I know I have to do it because
that's what he wants. Without enthusiasm I begin the clean-up and
am pleased when he strokes my hair. I finish the task and he hugs
me, feeling my naked buttocks. His big cock now hangs flaccid and
presses against my abdomen and I hold it, squeezing it with the
affection I feel for my uncle.

Now my bum begins to leak spunk and it's starting to run down the
inside of my legs. My trunks are still around my ankles and I
wonder how I can pull them up and walk in them without uncle's
spunk soaking them. I take them off over my feet and decide to
risk walking naked back to the truck. The only people who'll see
me are the perverts who walk in the wood and they certainly won't
complain at the sight of a 14-year-old boy with a semi-hard
little dick.

Uncle Fred decides to tend to my needs and begins to wank me. His
big fingers move gently over my little knob and he goes to his
knees to make it easier. His free hand plays with my little balls
and I open my legs wide. I see a young man about 20 years old
approaching and I tell my uncle. He looks up and the man stops.
He's short, very thin and wearing red shorts, and he looks
frightened. My uncle stands and the man looks ready to run but
uncle turns me round to face the man and his eyes dart to my
stiffy.

My uncle has figured out what the man wants and he's offering me
to him. When he sees that the man is too scared to move, my uncle
reaches from behind me and pulls back on my foreskin so that the
man can see it clearly. The young man shuffles towards us, his
eyes fixed on what my uncle is offering, and soon he's there
before me. He touches the pre-cum that's leaking from my pee-slit
and rubs it around my knob. Within 10 seconds, he drops to his
knees and he's exploring my sex. My legs are open and he reaches
between them to cup my balls, reaching further to insert a finger
into my bum-hole. But then, of course, he finds spunk oozing out
of me and he freezes as the realisation hits him that I've just
been royally fucked in my arse.

Thinking that the man might flee, Uncle Fred says to him, "Don't
worry. It's only spunk. He loves spunk up his bum, don't you,
John?"

I say to the man, "Oh yes. I love being fucked. Will you play
with my willy?" and when he hesitates, I look down with innocent
eyes and add, "Please?" I know that this is what my uncle wants
to hear because he says to the man, "Will you touch him? He wants
you to. You can suck it for him if you want. Do you want to suck
it?"

He decides to go for it and my little dick is soon in his hot wet
mouth. His tongue licks just under my knob at that sensitive
place and he begins to finger-fuck me, enjoying the slime that
eases his full penetration of my bum-hole. He keeps touching that
special place inside me and the sparks are dancing in my head.
'Ooh, that's lovely. Keep doing it.'

Uncle Fred goes down on his knees and offers encouragement to the
man by saying to him, "You want him to spunk in your mouth, don't
you? You like little boys, don't you? He's got tasty spunk in his
little balls. Do you like boy spunk?"

As my uncle says these things to him, he sucks harder and faster,
his finger fucking my bum-hole going faster too and making more
spunk run out and down my legs. I feel my own spunk begin it's
journey and I shudder as the first shot goes into his mouth. My
little dick jerks again and he holds himself still while I
continue to spurt and spurt. His eyes are closed and he savours
my hot boy spunk, fresh from my fountain. His hand strokes my
balls while I spurt and I have to admit that he has a lovely
touch.

When I have no more left to give, I look down and he opens his
mouth wide for me to see the spunk that's pooled inside. This is
a first for me and I look closely. It's more opaque than white
and although it's not much, I'm proud of it anyway. I remember
what happens next and I nod to the man, giving him permission to
swallow. He does this and then shows me that his mouth is empty.

He begins to clean me up with his tongue but he goes further by
licking my balls too. My uncle turns me round and bends me over,
and the man starts to lick the spunk from my legs and bum-hole.
Wow! Now this IS nice! The tip of his tongue is inserted and it
seems as if he's trying to suck it all out of me.

"That's good. Suck it all out of him. Suck the spunk out," my
uncle encourages him and he does, licking up the length of my
bum-crack from time to time. The tickling sensation is
overwhelming and my uncle has to hold me to stop me falling over.
I must be clean back there by now but the man keeps doing it, not
seeming to tire at all. My balls are licked again, this time from
behind, and I'm really enjoying all this. Two minutes later
though, my uncle says we have to leave and the man reluctantly
stops licking me.

"Kiss the man and say thankyou, John," and I do, straight on the
lips. My arms go around his neck and his go around my waist. His
lips part, as do mine, and we thrust our tongues into each
other's mouth, tasting the shit, spunk and Vaseline we are
sharing.

After a minute, my uncle says we have to go and I part from the
man, saying quietly, "Thankyou," as we turn to leave. There's no
more sperm leaking from my bum-hole now and the man watches me
pull on the trunks, then we head back to the truck.





Chapter 13

We are in a cubicle in the school toilets and I'm on my knees,
doing what he's told me to do. After geography today, he
whispered, "Toilets," to me and I nodded. He wanted sex today and
I would provide it. That's what I do now; he knows he can control
me and he does so, regularly.

Roger has no girlfriend and I'm not sure he wants one. Why would
he, when he makes me do all the things that a girl can do for
him? He makes me suck him off, lick his bum-hole and, last week,
he kissed me for the first time. It was nice really and I kissed
him back. This turned into him forcing me to lean over the toilet
while he fucked my bum-hole and I can't honestly say that I
objected to it. It had felt good as his hot spunk shot into me,
splashing the walls of my rectum.

He has developed the habit of needing me every Monday, Wednesday
and Friday so I know now when he'll want me. It's Wednesday today
and here I am, worshipping his sex with my tongue and lips. He's
already kissed me, then he's forced me to my knees to take care
of business "downstairs". I lick his balls, tasting the sweat and
smelling the scent of his developing masculinity. It excites me
to please him and I readily forgive his regular callous treatment
of me every time we are together.

He's only 14, the same as me, but he's discovering the sexual
pecking order system, that age-old system that requires a male to
strive for dominance over other males as a prelude to
impregnating the best of the females of mating age. In this
pecking order, he is at the top and I must be number 58. This is
being used against me now that he knows where he stands in the
order of things and I have to endure his humiliation of me
because of it. I don't resent it, in fact I accept it, telling
myself that this is the way things are meant to be and nothing
else can be done. Besides, I love sucking dick.

I am bent over the toilet bowl, my trousers lying on the floor
where he threw them, and he's dropping large amounts of saliva
from his mouth onto my bum-crack which is wide open. I am
required to push his spit into my hole and he does this, I'm
sure, to increase his sense of domination over me. His cock is
already covered in my saliva so that when I finish lubricating my
bum-hole, he mounts me, beginning almost immediately to ride me.
I'm vaguely aware of the sounds outside the cubicle door as boys
come and go, pissing in the urinals, and I worry that maybe
they'll hear him breeding me, but my arousal by Roger fucking my
arse over-rides any other consideration and I dismiss the boys
outside from my mind.

He's panting now and so am I. I feel so comfortable with him
inside me, unlike when my uncle fucks me with that massive cock
he has, and as Roger is pinching my nipples hard, it's increasing
my ardour even more. I'm his girl and he knows that he can do
what he wants to me and that I won't complain. His dick's fucking
my pussy and he's playing with my tits but isn't that the normal
way of things?

When I feel his dick jerk inside me and he starts to pump his
white hot spunk deep into my bowels, my happiness is complete.
He's banging me, fucking me, and the spurts keep shooting into me
and I know that the walls of my pussy are covered in his spunk.
When he's finished, I stay still, waiting for him to do what he
wants to do next. He's still breathing heavily next to my ear and
I wonder if he'll want to kiss me again. I don't think he will.
He's had his way with me and he'll just want to go now. Men!
Bastards, aren't they?

True to form, he pulls out of me and I turn round and go to my
knees again, ready to clean the mess he's made. I take his dick
in my mouth and lick it clean like a cat cleans a kitten. His
spunk and the contents of my bum are on my tongue and he watches
with a kind of satisfaction as I humiliate myself further by
swallowing the mess. He begins to pull up his pants but stops
dead as some boy outside the door shouts, "Homos!" and runs away.
Little bastard! Roger finishes dressing himself, opens the door
and leaves without a word or a backward glance. I'm still there,
pants down and spunk leaking out of my bum-hole. Is that what
girlfriends have to put up with? Do men treat girls this way too?

Mum's been on at me about all the spunk she's having to wash out
of my undies and she laughs as she suggests the men ought to use
condoms so the mess doesn't stain my underwear. It's funny, but
she never suggests Dad use a condom on me when she's watching him
fuck my bum. I think she secretly likes to smell his spunk before
she washes my undies.

Once I'm clean and dressed, I leave the toilets and go to
lessons. I've inserted wadded-up toilet paper into my bum-hole in
an effort to minimise the mess that Roger's leaking sperm will
make in my undies. He watches me enter the classroom and as I
gingerly sit down, I see him smile evilly at me, knowing that he
is the cause of my discomfort. But I forgive him. His dick is
lovely and I wouldn't like to be without it up me occasionally.

During the afternoon break, I run into Chris and he asks if I'm
going straight home after school. I answer hesitantly, "Yes.
Why?"

"Oh it doesn't matter," he says and I ask again, "Why?"

The 16-year-old becomes embarrassed and says, "Oh nothing. I just
wanted to talk to you."

I've come to like Chris and, although he's fucked me once and
I've sucked him off once, I still don't know his last name.

"Alright. Where?" and he says to meet him in the 6th form common
room when school's finished. I remember that room with fondness
because I only went there once and Chris let me suck his dick and
play with his very long foreskin. When I ask about the other 6th
formers, he assures me that they will all have gone home. My mind
has the image of his long foreskin now and my little dick is
stirring at the memory.

I get through the next lesson, double maths, and it's time to
meet Chris. I'm excited although I'm not certain why. He only
wants to talk to me, doesn't he? He was supposed to punish me the
last time we met because Atkinson had found me wanking in the
toilets but had to leave early before punishing me himself. I'd
ended up with Chris' penis lodged firmly in my mouth and
swallowing his spunk, and all this had taken place in the room
behind the common room.

The common room door is before me now and I knock, waiting
nervously to be admitted. The door opens and I look up into
Chris' face, and he invites me in, shutting the door behind me.
After telling me to dump my bag on the floor, he asks if I want a
drink and I say yes. He goes into the fridge and asks if Cola's
OK. I nod and then he takes it into the back room, signalling
with his head for me to follow.

When I do, I see that the room is just the same, containing a
table, two chairs and the cupboard which I looked in the last
time I was here. The cupboard door is still slightly open and I
can just see the knicker trophies hanging on the back of it. I
blush as I remember that my knickers hang there, the ones that
Chris took after fucking me for the first time in the woods with
my uncle. The memory of it floods my head and I'm wondering if
Chris is still going to keep my secret.

He's perched on the edge of the table again and I'm sat on a
chair, facing him, trying to keep my eyes away from his crotch.

I have to ask about the trophies in the cupboard. "Whose are the
knickers in the cupboard?" He unseats himself and goes over to
it, opening it wide. "These," he says, pointing to a small blue
pair, "belong to Palmer. He got them from a girl in the same year
as you. These," and he points to a white pair, "belong to
Hindle's girlfriend. The others I can't remember."

"And these?" I ask, pointing to mine.

"Those I got from somebody I really enjoyed fucking. And I was
hoping," here he blushed, "that I would be able to do it again."

"Are you asking?" I say to him softly and he nods. "And would you
make him bend over for you, make him do what you want him to?"

He realises immediately by the way I've put the question what he
needs to do. He has to make the first move and he doesn't need to
woo or seduce me.

"Yes, I would," he says, more authority in his voice. "And he
might have to do other things too. I might make him do the things
I saw him doing with other men in the woods. And I might have to
watch him doing them. But he would like that, wouldn't he?"

I look up at him and he's waiting for my answer. "I think he
would," I say quietly and my heart races.

"Perhaps he ought to take my pants and undies down. Maybe he
should take my cock in his hand and play with it. Maybe he should
taste it. What do you think?"

Without hesitation, I answer, "I think he should. Should he get
undressed too? And wear his knickers for you?"

"Now that's good idea. So he'll do it now, right?" he says and I
begin. He kicks his shoes off and I begin to fumble with his
belt. Once undone, I pull his pants and undies down and I'm
looking at last at his semi-erect penis with the foreskin
extending more than an inch beyond the knob. I touch it and it
jerks, and I explore the length of the stiffening organ, feeling
the firmness and the length hot in my hand. Being on my knees, I
can examine its beauty close up, see the smooth skin along the
shaft, the knob completely covered by soft skin.

My lips take the long foreskin and pull on it, my tongue tickling
it, and he moans softly as he begins to stroke my hair. His
ball-sac hangs down beneath this lovely cock and I play with it,
feeling the hair which covers it and moving his balls around
inside the sac. My free hand goes round behind him and I squeeze
a taut muscular buttock, running my fingertips around it to feel
the light hairs that signal his approaching manhood.

While my hands are busy back and front, the tip of my tongue
pleasures him by pushing inside the long foreskin to reach his
knob, where I tickle the pee-slit and find that his pre-cum has
gathered inside the skin. It tastes salty and I move my tongue
around, spreading it all around his knob. Finally I pull the
foreskin all the way back and the shiny knob is at last revealed.
I take it in my mouth and savour the flavour of pre-cum and
smegma. He's looking down into my eyes in a way I can only
describe as lovingly and I'm thrilled that he would think of me
in that way.

My dick is as hard as a nail while I'm pleasing him and it feels
so right to be on my knees in front of him. I remember that he
wants me naked and without taking my mouth off his cock, I begin
to strip myself. With some difficulty, I'm finally naked and my
full attention returns to the cock I'm beginning to love so much.
Chris is kind and gentle to me, unlike Roger, and my affection
for him is increasing.

One minute later, he stops me, pulls his cock from my mouth and
I'm loathe to let it go. He makes me lie down on my back on the
floor and he joins me, cuddling me with one arm and then toying
with one of my nipples. It becomes erect at once and his head
dips to lick over it, then he begins to lick and suck on it. I'm
beside myself with the feelings that this generates and I hold
his head there like a girl who feeds her baby.

His hand moves down and he caresses my hard dick, my balls and
the bit of pubic hair I've managed to grow. With all this
attention I'm getting, I feel warm, wanted, desired, and I want
it to continue. He's arousing me, exciting me, making me love
him. When he kisses my lips, I open my mouth and his tongue
thrusts inside, tasting me. I suck his tongue greedily, moving my
head back and forth slightly to simulate sucking of his cock.

He pants now, as do I, and he turns me onto my belly. I spread my
legs wide for him, silently inviting him to use me as he wants.
He kneels and, as his tongue touches my bum-crack, I raise my
hips to help him to do what he wants. My rosebud wants his tongue
and he obliges, running the tip around the hole, tickling it,
making it very wet. I'm trembling with emotion as he forces the
tip inside me and I feel his soft stubble as his face touches my
bum. He's arousing me so much now that I'm thinking I might spurt
semen onto the floor but he stops and, taking my hips in his
hands, he raises my bum so that it's high in the air.

While his tongue is fucking in and out of my bum-hole, he's busy
wanking himself, getting himself ready for his penetration,
making his cock stiff so that he can plunge into my depths. His
saliva is thoroughly soaking the area around my hole and I know
that soon he'll push the cock that I'm now so desperate for into
my bum-hole and he'll breed me, shoot all his hot juices into me.

His tongue leaves my hole and I'm briefly disappointed but when
he slathers more saliva on the shaft of his cock, I know I'm
going to get what I've waited for. He presses his knob against my
sphincter and he pushes in at the same time that I push out. The
head goes in easily and I feel ecstatic as I feel him keep
forcing himself into me until his pubic hair tickles my
bum-cheeks. His sex is in me. I'm impaled on his beautiful cock
and I'm elated.

Strong hands grip my hips and he begins to fuck me. His cock
fills me up and I can't describe the sensations he's making me
have by this breeding. He's mating me and I'm letting him,
wanting him to. My lust is taking me over and I can't stop myself
crying out, "Love me, Chris, fuck me. Fuck me!"

My words spur ?him on and he fucks me harder and deeper, no more
the gentle love-making but the primal urge of every male to shoot
his spunk into the female to procreate. I accept his instincts
gratefully because he's making this rutting so enjoyable for me.
I push back into him every time he fucks into me and his pounding
is arousing me so much that I'm sure my seed will squirt onto the
floor beneath me. He's moaning and panting, and I find that I'm
doing the same. He's working me up so much that my mind is no
more capable of any thoughts, rational or otherwise. I'm just
acting on instinct now, the prime one being to make my stud come
inside me, to breed me, to impregnate me.

A throbbing of his cock inside me announces his impending orgasm
and I brace myself for the onslaught. He holds me tighter in
place as his eruption begins and his hot seed leaves his cock,
spurting and splashing against the walls of my love tunnel. His
grunting is that of a man breeding a girl, a man who wants
offspring and I'm only half sorry that I can't do that for him,
can't be that girl.

I feel his hot spunk pumping into me as shot after shot is
blasted deep inside me and I've never felt so good, not even when
Dad does me with his enormous weapon. Chris' arms go round my
waist and he holds me tight to him while he's breeding me and I
feel so complete, so right, and I want to kiss him but I can't
because he's behind me. The jerking of his cock stops and I
suppose the dribbles are now joining the massive volume that I'm
sure my rectum already contains.

After a minute or so of holding me tight, keeping me still, he
dismounts and I feel empty. I stay on the floor, still bowed,
with my bum in the air, and I feel the cool air as my hole must
still be gaping open. He strokes my bum, my back, my legs, and
his touch is magic. I'm a bit too young to know for sure but I
think I'm feeling love for him. He's a real man and I think I
need him to want me more than he already does.

When I collapse onto my belly and then turn over, I can see his
eyes and the loving look hasn't left them. He's not like Roger at
all. Roger! It hits me that some of Roger's spunk might still be
in me from his lunch-time use of me and I panic a bit any case
Chris has noticed the slime inside me but is not saying anything.
I'm reassured by his loving look and I relax, hoping that he
never finds out about what Roger makes me do but, inexplicably, I
secretly hope that Roger will keep on doing those things to me.
Does that make me a slut?

Chris bends down to kiss me and I accept his kiss, returning it
with fervour. My head makes a resolution that I won't let Roger
do me any more and that Chris will be my only lover from now on.
But then there's Dad, and Uncle Fred, and the other men who have
used me. Would I have to stop pleasing them too? I'm not going to
think about that now, I'll think about that tomorrow, and I
remember where I've heard that before. It's from 'Gone With The
Wind' and I've just been behaving the same way as Scarlett, using
people for my own enjoyment. Or are they using me? It's too deep
for me to fathom so I'll concentrate on what I'm doing now.

After 5 minutes of kissing and touching, Chris stands and begins
to get dressed. He hasn't made me clean his cock with my tongue
but I want to, I want to take that wonderful cock with the long
foreskin into my mouth. I stop him from continuing to get dressed
and he smiles down at me while I carry out this task of cleaning
the man who has bred me, mated with me. His spunk and the little
specks of my shit I gladly swallow, knowing that it pleases him
and therefore pleases me too.

When we are both dressed, he says, grinning, "You didn't wear
your knickers," and I smile, promising that next time I will or,
if he wants me to, I'll wear some of the other trophies hanging
inside the cupboard door. I see by his eyes that an idea springs
into his head and I wonder what I've triggered. When he says,
very enigmatically, "Yes, that's a possibility," I can picture a
plan developing in that brain of his and I wonder what it could
be. "Yes," he says again, "that's a definite possibility."

"What are you thinking?" I ask and he looks at me again, smiling,
as he answers, "Wait and see."

We leave school together to go our separate ways, me with spunk
dripping into my underpants from my spunk-filled bum-hole, and
Chris with a satisfied smile. As we part, I realise that I still
don't know his last name. We've had sex 3 times and I still don't
know his full name. God, what a slut I must be!





Chapter 14

I'm just home from school and I kiss Mum hello. She hugs me and I
feel her breasts against my chest. My dick stirs and I curse
these hormones that make me perpetually horny. She announces that
roast lamb is on the menu tonight and it's one of my favourites.
Her attention goes to the pans and dishes as a bubbling noise on
the cooker takes her away to deal with one of the pans that is
threatening to boil over.

Mum's nice and I've always thought so but she's not a pushover.
I've had my share of being made to do what I'm supposed to do
instead of what I wanted to do, especially in my younger years.
Now I'm 14, I look at her differently. I see her now as a friend
rather than an adversary and I'm appreciative of all she's done
for me during my time of growing up. She's a bit of a looker with
her slim shape and long legs and I can see what Dad saw in her
all those years ago. I look Mum up and down while I sit at the
kitchen table, and her bum looks quite small, like a girl's bum,
and then my dick stirs again. She turns and catches me looking,
and her wise head knows what I've been doing. I look away quickly
but it's too late.

"Dad's coming home about 7," she says, "and I need to talk to you
about... something."

"Is it about all the spunk in my underpants again?" I ask and she
smiles at me. She's been suggesting that I ask the men who fuck
me to wear condoms so that their spunk doesn't soil my undies and
I've told her that they plunge into me before anything like that
gets discussed. To be honest, I want to feel their hot seed
inside me, to feel it shooting as far up inside me as they can
manage. It's funny though, she's never suggested a condom for Dad
when she watches as I take him inside my bum-hole.

"What is it, Mum?" I ask and I can see that she's uncomfortable
about saying what she has to say. She fidgets with the sauce
bottle, moving it from here to there, repositioning the salt and
pepper pots. She looks into my eyes and I see the turmoil in hers
but she decides to come straight out with it.

"Since you've been... pleasing... Dad, he's been insatiable. He
won't leave me alone. It's like being on our honeymoon all over
again and I love all the attention he gives me... if you know
what I mean." She blushes and I find that I'm blushing too.

She continues, "He wants you to do something... different. He
wants something... more." This sounds serious and I'm starting to
become a bit nervous, thinking about what terrible acts he might
want me to do. Mum sees that I'm anxious and goes on, "If you
don't want to do it, it's alright, he'll understand. I know it's
a lot to ask."

"What is it, Mum?" I ask and I brace myself for the answer.

"The next time you... please him, he wants you to wear girls'
knickers!" she says, all in a rush.

"Is that all?" I say, smiling with relief.

"You wouldn't mind?" she asks, not quite believing that I would
take her monstrous suggestion so casually. She's taken aback by
the ease of my acceptance of her request.

"If Dad wants to do me while I'm wearing girls' knickers, I don't
mind a bit."

She gets up from her chair, comes round to where I'm sat and hugs
me, kissing my hair and telling me, "Thankyou, thankyou, love.
You've no idea how difficult it was to ask you to do that. I'm so
happy you said yes."

What is it with men wanting boys to wear girls' knickers? What's
the attraction? Why does it turn them on so much? Uncle Fred made
me wear them while I pleased all those men. Before Chris fucked
me for the first time in the woods, Uncle Fred had removed my
knickers so that he could fuck me too. Once I'd got used to
wearing girls' clothes, it had stopped being embarrassing, and
when I'd seen men’s desire for me in the their eyes, I'd felt
empowered.

I decide to come clean with Mum. She's sensible and incredibly
loyal to the family so I begin to tell her about me and Uncle
Fred. I begin though by begging her not to mention any of what
I'm about to tell her to Dad. She promises of course and I begin.

At first, when I tell her of him molesting me, playing with my
little dick, I can see her fury mounting. When I explain about
how much pleasure and joy he's given me, her face softens and
she's obviously forgiving him. When I come to the part where he's
made me wear girls' clothes, it's as if she understands. At this
point, I have to ask her why men do this.

She takes my hand in hers and begins to explain. "It's all about
image, love. All men love sex but they can't handle the fact that
they might want it with another man or a boy. They hide it by
getting their sex partner to wear girls' clothes so they can tell
themselves that they are making love to a girl and not a boy. All
perfectly normal and acceptable, you see."

Mum is so wise but I knew that already. Bright though I think I
am, this had never occurred to me. "So Dad wants me to be a girl
so he can feel more comfortable about what he does to me?" I ask
and she nods. "And would he like me to wear a bra too?" I ask,
laughing at the idea.

She replies, "Would you mind, love? I know that it would excite
him a lot."

"Of course I will, Mum. Whatever he needs," I say and Mum hugs me
again. I realise now that sex plays such a big part in human life
and I wonder how much more I've still got to learn.

Mum says, "I want you to try something on," and checks the pans
once more before leading me upstairs to their bedroom. Once
there, she produces a bag and empties the contents onto the bed.
It's a pair of girls' knickers and one of those little bra
things, a training bra. It's a matching pale blue set, a bit like
a bikini, I suppose.

I begin to strip my clothes off and Mum watches me, paying
special attention to my little dick when it comes into view. She
tears her eyes away from me and puts on my training bra, pulling
it this way and that till she's satisfied with how it looks.
Turning round and grabbing a hair-brush from the dressing table
behind her, she brushes my longish hair down and teases it,
turning me round so I can look at myself in the mirror. A girl's
face looks back at me and I'm amazed at how good I look. I stand
up slightly to see how the training bra looks and I see my
nipples standing up, erect and showing through the thin fabric.
My dick is starting to rise as I look at this vision of me as a
girl and Mum reaches for the flimsy knickers and wants to fit
them on me.

When I turn round so she can put them on me, she can't miss my
erection. She's on her knees and it's there, less than a foot
away from her face. She looks down, knickers in hand, and I raise
one foot at a time until the knickers are around my ankles. As
she slides them up my legs, her eyes are on my dick and I'm
looking down, wishing my erection would go down. My pre-cum has
started to leak out and Mum's noticed it. I've been holding onto
her shoulders, balancing myself so that I wouldn't fall over and,
inexplicably, I'm pulling Mum closer to me.

She takes this as a signal and I find my dick in her hot mouth,
her tongue busy with the task of licking up the pre-cum that's
rapidly increasing as the seconds tick by. Her mouth arouses me,
the sucking and licking bringing me to what I know will be a
swift conclusion. Her hands are behind me, grasping tightly my
smooth buttocks, and it's only 20 seconds later when my dick
throbs and I'm filling Mum's mouth with my hot spunk. I'm
trembling and shuddering as I shoot rope after rope of potent
spunk into her, and she's swallowing greedily, gulping it all
down.

When I've finished shooting, she holds my dick while she licks it
clean, making little sounds that mark her enjoyment of her young
son's spunk. As my dick becomes flaccid again, she says, "That's
better. The knickers will fit now," and I realise then that my
erection would have been showing above the waist-band before Mum
took care of it.

Her hands pull up the flimsy knickers and she runs her fingers
over them, feeling my dick and balls, checking the fit. I have to
say that it feels nice to have her fingers touching me through
the material and when she turns me round, her hand on my buttocks
feel so wonderful. She pulls them up tight into my bum-crack and
she says, "That looks nice, very sexy," and I feel happy that,
for some reason, I look good in them.

"Oh damn, I'd better go and see what's happening in the kitchen,"
she says, suddenly remembering the pans that are simmering on the
stove. She dashes off and I'm left to admire myself in the
full-length mirror on her wardrobe door. I turn around and admire
my bum; it looks so nice in these little knickers. I see that I
do indeed look sexy and wonder if Dad will like me dressed in
this particular outfit.

I take my girl-clothes off and put them neatly away in my own
bedroom. After I dress in my own clothes, I go downstairs and I
join Mum again in the kitchen. My homework occupies me for the
next half-hour and I look up from time to time, admiring Mum's
bum again and wondering what her tits look like. Damn, I have to
stop this. I go for a bath and make sure that all my bits are
spotless.

At 10 to 7, Dad arrives home and says hi to us, carrying on
through the kitchen to hang his coat up in the hallway and get
out of his shoes. On his return, he ruffles my hair and asks what
happened today. Judiciously, I decide not to mention the episode
I had with Mum not long ago. I talk of my lessons and he's
genuinely interested, asking questions from time to time.

Mum serves up the meal and we get started. She asks Dad how the
day went and he gives his usual answer, "Oh, just the usual."
Then, out of the blue, he says, "Oh, I met Jeff's family at
lunchtime, you know, that man from number 23. They were going off
to shop for clothes for their daughter. She's 12 now and a real
looker." I look at Mum and she pretends not to see me. He goes
on, "She's got this black hair, real shiny, and it hangs down
over her shoulders. And she's started to sprout, John, if you
know what I mean," and he winks at me. Mum's still not saying
anything.

After we've finished eating, everything’s washed up and Dad has
started on the beer. He has a few while we watch TV for the
evening and he cuddles me with one arm while drinking with the
other. Mum's knitting something for somebody and keeping an eye
on Dad.

"Shall we have an early night, Jack?" she says and I understand
the significance of the question. He says yes and we all go
upstairs to prepare for bed. I've already had a bath so I get
into my bed and wait but this time I wait naked. I hear the
bedtime preparations of my parents, the washing, the teeth
cleaning, and eventually they go to bed.

Five minutes go by and Mum comes into my room and she's holding a
hair-brush. "Are you ready, love?" she asks and I nod. I retrieve
my girl clothes from my drawer and Mum dresses me, pulling this
way and that so that I look sexy. My training bra is snug and my
panties feel wonderful against my skin. Mum brushes my hair down
and she tells me that I am a very pretty girl and that I'm now
Joanna. Joanna? What does she mean? "Just go along with
everything he wants. I'll help you."

I'm confused now but Mum leads me to their bedroom and I see that
their light is out but the light from the landing shines in there
but not much. Mum goes in first and I'm directly behind her and
Dad can't see me.

"Jack, Joanna is here and she wants to kiss you goodnight" After
he says OK, she moves to one side and we can barely see each
other in the poor light which is the only illumination. I can see
his face but the light is behind me and he can only see my
outline. I slowly approach the bed and can see that he's naked on
top of it. His cock is enormous but not yet erect and I look at
it in awe, as I always ?o.

I bend down to kiss his lips and he actually kisses me, forcing
his tongue into my mouth. Dad's never done this before and it
takes me by surprise. His hands go to my knickers and he feels
them, stroking my hips. He pulls me down onto the bed with him
and he feels me up. I'm facing him and his big hand goes behind
me to fondle my buttocks through my knickers. His tongue is in my
mouth and I'm sucking it, wishing it was his cock, that manly
weapon that's stiffening by the second. His free hand moves up my
belly and he grasps my tit, squeezing it and fingering the nipple
and I wince.

Then Mum's voice says softly, "Careful, Jack, she's a virgin,"
and he relaxes his grip. "Isn't she lovely, Jack, our daughter?
She's old enough to need her daddy now she's 12. Will you teach
her?"

Now I get it and I know what's expected of me. Dad takes his
tongue from my mouth and just kisses my lips, just like you would
with a little girl. He's looking hard at the knickers I'm wearing
and the lust is shining in his eyes.

"Kneel up on the bed, Joanna, so Daddy can see your new outfit,"
and I do. Dad is feeling me all over from my legs to my crotch
and he feels the erection I'm now sporting.

"She has a big clitoris, hasn't she?" says Dad, still playing
with my erection and Mum says, "Yes, it's big because she's
waiting for her first time with you." I daren't say anything in
case my non-girly voice might spoil the mood but I decide to
whisper instead.

"I like that, Daddy. It tickles," I whisper and it comes out OK,
not boyish at all. "Shall I keep doing it, Joanna?" he asks and I
whisper throatily, "Oh yes, Daddy, do it to me some more." Dad
continues his playing with my dick through my knickers and I'm
really beginning to get into the "little girl" thing. It's
turning me on more than I thought it would and I'm becoming
seriously aroused.

Mum sees my possible predicament and asks Dad, "Wouldn't you like
to see her little pussy, Jack? She lovely down there," and I turn
round, displaying my bum to Dad. With my back to him, I pull my
knickers down a little so he can see my bum-cheeks. He gently
fondles my buttocks and I feel his tenderness even through those
big fingers he has. His fingers slide down my bum-crack and he
reaches my rosebud, my cunt, and his fingertips stroke me on my
cunt.

"Wouldn't you like to see Daddy's willy, Joanna? His thing?" and
I whisper, "Oh, yes, Mummy."

When Mum says, "Well ask him," I turn and whisper coyly, "Can I,
Daddy? Can I see your thingy?"

"Yes, Joanna, of course you can. Come on over here and I'll show
you. Move over this way and you will be able to see it better,
baby girl."

He places me in a 69 position and I'm looking at his monster.
He's holding it in his hand, pulling down on it and he preens,
trying to impress his little girl.

I whisper, "Ooh, Daddy, it's so big!" and I know he's pleased.

"Suck it, Joanna, suck it for Daddy," he says and I take in the
head of his cock, licking his salty pre-cum and running my tongue
around the knob. While I do this, Mum says to me, "Do you want
Daddy to lick your little pussy, Joanna?" and I nod the best I
can. Dad pulls down my knickers further and I feel wonderful when
he takes my clitty into his mouth completely and begins to suck
it. Dad has never done anything like this before and I'm shocked.
His fingers fondle my balls and his free hand goes between my
legs, searching for my little pussy.

His fingers find my boy-pussy and he tries to insert one inside
me but I'm dry. Mum holds the open jar of Vaseline as Daddy
scoops some out and greases his little girl's pussy. As two of
his fingers push into me, I push out and it's suddenly much
easier.

I'm still sucking Daddy's big cock as he's penetrating me and I
fondle his big ball-sac, feeling each of his balls in turn. I
smell his manliness, his masculinity, and I recognise the power
he has over women and girls, the virility of such a man as Daddy.
I'm his little girl and I must surrender myself to him, give
myself over to his lust, his desire.

When he finishes greasing me, the time has come. He takes my
knickers completely off my legs and places me on all fours with
my legs wide apart. My virginity is going to be ripped away but
I'm glad that it's Daddy who's going to do it. Mummy holds my
hand and I glance up at her and see that she's completely naked,
and her other hand is busy between her legs, rubbing her lovely
cunt. I see her tits for the first time and they are beautiful,
small but with nipples that poke out almost an inch from the dark
aureole. I wish I was a baby again and could feed on them.

Mummy speaks softly to Daddy, "Be gentle, Jack, it's her first
time with a man," and he pushes slowly forward. The knob slides
into me when I push out my sphincter and I grip Mummy's hand
tightly. On the next push, two inches of the shaft are thrust
into me and I'm feeling like a tree trunk is being pushed into my
bum. I wince when the next two inches go into me but he pauses
for a minute for my pussy to adapt to his massive cock. Then he
pushes all the way home until his coarse pubic hair scratches my
smooth bum.

Now that he's fully in me, he begins to fuck me slowly. This is
feeling good and it's made even better when Daddy bends forward
and I feel his hairy chest on my back. His hands go under my
training bra and he's pinching my nipples with his fingers and
although he's hurting me, I'm getting more aroused because of it.
He kisses my neck and my shoulder and he begins to speak softly
in my ear.

"How's that, Joanna? Do you like to feel Daddy inside you?"

"Ooh Daddy, you make me so full. I love you, Daddy, I love you,"
I whisper but it's feeling so good now that I'm afraid I'll spoil
it if I use my voice. My words spur him on and his lust is
beginning to take over.

Mum's beginning to lose it and she almost screams at him to,
"Fuck her, Jack. Fuck the little minx Fuck that big cock into her
and make her scream." She's on the verge of cumming and her
filthy talk is sending me and Daddy much closer to orgasm. He's
fucking me harder now and I'm pushing back at him. He's rutting
now and I'm taking all he can give me. I feel so full, so
complete. He's pounding me hard and a tingling in my balls
announces that I'm going to spill my seed.

Almost on the verge of cumming herself, Mummy screams, "Breed
her! Fuck her! Make her cum, Jack! Fuck your daughter!"

Mum shakes all over as her cum hits her and Daddy's cock throbs
and jerks straight after. He pushes all the way into me and holds
me tight as his spunk begins to shoot into me. "Joanna, I love
you, I love you, darling!" and he spurts his white hot potent
spunk up into my bowels.

I forget to whisper because I'm so worked up and I say through
gritted teeth, "I love you, Daddy! I love your cock in me! Fuck
me, fuck me more!" He kisses my neck as his sperm pumps and
pumps, filling my little pussy and making me one happy little
girl. He's loving me, filling me up with his love and kissing me.
I'm overwhelmed, both by his love for me and the vigour with
which he proves it. He's mated me, bred me and I'm so...
fulfilled.

When he's finished sperming me, he stays in me and rolls us both
over so that I'm facing Mum. Her orgasm is finishing now and she
climbs onto the bed with us and I'm in a sandwich, Dad behind me,
plugging my bum-hole with his big cock so that his spunk stays
bottled up inside me, and Mum who faces me. My eyes are fixed on
her long nipples and she moves closer, leaning up on her elbow
and offering one to me. I take it immediately into my mouth and
begin to suckle.

As Dad watches what we're doing, I notice for the first time his
scratchy stubble against my cheek. He's kissing my cheek and I
realise that Joanna is the recipient of this tenderness and not
John. His hand strokes my training bra, feeling for and pinching
my nipples lightly, and he watches with me as Mum breast-feeds
me. Her face is serene now, her hand stroking my forehead as I
feed, and I have the most overwhelming sense of well-being.

"Suck, Joanna, suck Mummy's nipple and you'll be a big girl one
day," Mum croons at me and I suck contentedly. Dad moves his hand
from my nipple and puts his arm across me to stroke Mum's face.
She looks from me to him and back again, smiling at us. My arm
goes round Mum's waist as I feed from her breast and my happiness
is complete. Dad loves me, Mum loves me, and I feel I'm lacking
nothing in my life.

Feeding at Mum's breast though is making things ‘downstairs’
begin to stir and Dad takes my dick between his fingers and thumb
and wanks me. I can smell Mum's sex juices and the cum-laden
atmosphere in the room and these, together with being breast-fed,
combine to ensure that I won't last long before I'm spilling my
seed.

Dad's words excite me when he says, "Cum for Daddy, Joanna. Show
Daddy what a good girl you are," and I flex my buttocks as I
begin to shoot. My spunk showers Mum's belly and Daddy's kissing
my neck, telling me I'm such a good girl. He wanks my dick
throughout my orgasm and continues to fondle me, even after the
jerks and spasms have stopped. "What a beautiful clitoris you
have, Joanna, so big," he says and although I don't know what a
clitoris is, I'm sure that it must be a good thing.

Mum's fingers gather up some of my spunk from her belly and she
pulls her nipple from my mouth. My disappointment is short lived
though because those fingers are at my lips and I open them to
suck in her spunk-covered fingers, licking my own seed and
swallowing. She assures me that eating sperm will make me into a
big girl and she'll talk to Daddy about giving me lots in the
future. I don't let my enthusiasm for this idea show too much and
I just nod.

Daddy's big cock is softening now and I can feel his slimy
monster being expelled from my bum-hole. "Shall I clean you,
Daddy?" I ask coyly but he says that Mummy will take care of that
and, when I look into her face, I see that she likes that idea.

I am offered the long nipple again and I suck on it greedily. Dad
has his arm around me and Mum again and I'm content. Mum's
fingers play with my hair as she feeds me and Dad plays with her
free nipple, wetting his fingers first to stimulate her more.
It's the last thing I remember as I drift off into sleep.

The next morning, I wake to find myself in my own bed. I'm still
wearing my training bra and my knickers are on the night stand.
The feeling of dried spunk is all over my bum and when I touch
the hole between my legs, I can feel that Dad's spunk is still
running out of me. When I get out of bed to clean myself up,
there is a wet spot on the sheet where I've been sleeping. As I
pass by my parents' bedroom on the way to the bathroom, I see
that Dad's mounted Mum from behind and is forcing that enormous
cock into her. From the sounds she's making, his attentions are
not unwelcome.

After I've cleaned the spunk from my body, I go downstairs and
grab some cereal. I'm ravenous after that night of passion and
until I turn on the TV, Mum's squeals and Dad's grunts are
clearly audible. Although I'm watching the screen of the TV, I'm
really thinking about where we all go from here. Mum has got me
to play a daughter for Dad to deflower, I've sucked on the
nipples of the woman who bore me 14 years ago and Dad has become
the macho man who sucks and wanks a boy's dick and makes him cum.

Sometime later, when they come down for breakfast, I'm in the
kitchen. Mum looks radiant and Dad looks pleased with himself and
I expect some tension once we're all together. I don't detect
any, in fact Dad says, "Anybody seen Joanna this morning? Is she
still in bed?" and Mum laughs. I'm not sure how to respond but
when Dad comes and cuddles me, he says, "Thanks, John, it was
just what I needed," and he kisses my cheek. Mum comes over and
kisses me too and whispers, "Thankyou, love."

When Mum asks, "What do you want for breakfast, Jack?" Dad is
quick to reply, "Just you," and his arms go around her waist and
he hugs her.

My parents are behaving like teenagers and I'm embarrassed by
their display of affection. This is just a kid's view, of course,
and I'm sure I'll be just as embarrassing when I find somebody
for myself to care about deeply. And thinking that just reminds
me of Chris....





Chapter 15

We're in the woods again, me and Uncle Fred. This must be his
favourite place because we visit every week. He brings me here
and we go in search of men, men who are enjoying each other. My
uncle likes to watch them, to see their cocks, their low-hanging
balls and their wide-open bum-holes after they've just been
fucked. It's a great turn-on for him and I have to admit that I
love to watch too. Voyeurism turns often into participation and
you never know what it will turn into.

In the ten minutes we've been walking along the main path, we've
encountered five men, also walking the path. They, like us, seem
to be looking to left and right in the hope of seeing exciting
sexual activity. My youth seems to awaken their interest and a
couple of them turn around after about a hundred yards and they
follow us at a discreet distance. I suppose they don't see many
14-year-old boys out here.

We don't immediately see anybody during our search but I notice
my uncle keeps looking round at the men who follow us. A fat man
in his thirties and a slim dark-haired man in his fifties are
behind us and when we go off the main path onto a lesser used
path, they follow. We're brushing the branches of trees aside as
we walk single-file, and I'm reminded of the jungle scenes in the
films I've seen at the cinema. We stop for a second and listen,
and the sound of somebody on the same path is clearly audible.
They must be following us, the same two. As we continue to walk,
we end up in a clearing and as I look around, I see the evidence
of previous activity. Condoms are spread around on the ground,
all full of spunk, and I see one hanging from the branch of a
tree.

He hugs me to his chest and immediately pulls down my shorts,
cupping my buttocks in his big hands, and we stand there while he
looks over the top of my head in the direction of the path. A
minute later, the two men arrive and they stand at the entrance
to the clearing, just watching my uncle's hands as they work my
little bum. Unknown to me, they touch their shorts, feeling their
growing erections through the material. Uncle Fred's cock is
hardening as he watches them and the atmosphere is becoming
charged with sexual tension.

When he turns me around, their eyes fix on my little dick which
is now semi-hard. Uncle Fred now stands behind me and my back is
against his hairy chest. They look at him, uncertain, until he
reaches round me and puts his fingers on my dick while he watches
them. It must be some kind of telepathy or some invisible sign
that I haven't worked out yet, but they move towards me,
fingering their shorts.

Before they reach me, my uncle presses down on my shoulders and I
sink to my knees. The fat man stands directly before me and I
think of him as Ollie, partly because he's got a small moustache
and partly because of his size. My uncle bends down to whisper in
my ear and I do as he's told me. I pull down his long-legged
shorts and a small stiff cock appears, wagging as his heart
beats. I move my hands around behind him and clutch the fat
buttocks, pulling him towards me so that his cock presses at my
lips. Although the cock is short, it's impressively thick and I
wonder about my ability to get it into my mouth.

My uncle's hand pushes my head forward and I have to open my lips
to admit the stiff thickness. His odour is that of someone who
didn't wash today and, in spite of my reluctance, my uncle
insists that I take him deep by pushing harder on my head. The
dark-haired man stands to the side so that he can see what I'm
being made to do and pulls down his own shorts so that he can
wank himself without hindrance. Once I'm busy sucking, my uncle
moves from behind me and he watches too from the side.

Ollie's belly is hitting my forehead each time I try to go to the
base of his cock and it's difficult getting the angle right but I
adjust my position so that I'm sucking him kind of from below.
That way I can suck him deep and avoid his big belly. I can see
the cock of th dark-haired man from the corner of my eye and I
have to admit that it looks good. Uncircumcised and six inches
long, it jerks when he takes his hand from it and it almost hits
his abdomen.

My uncle kneels next to me and starts his filthy talk in my ear.
"You like that, don't you, sweety? You like to swallow men’s cum
like the slut you are, don't you?" I nod and say,"Mmhh," as I
continue with Ollie's erection. My uncle's words are making me
hot, stoking my boiler, making my little dick even harder. "You'd
like the nice man to give it to you, wouldn't you, dirty boy?"
and I nod again. My fingers now caress Ollie's balls, stroking
them, feeling them in their bag, and I can hear him panting,
enjoying the stimulation I'm giving him.

My tongue tastes his salty pre-cum and I try to force the tip of
it into his pee-slit to bring out more of the tasty stuff. I'm
watched by the other two men as I perform and then I notice that
my uncle has got out of his pants and is busy getting the rest of
his clothes off. The dark-haired man then follows his lead and
they both present their cocks for the other to see. I'm very
impressed by both of these specimens and I look from side to side
to watch what they are doing.

Then the dark-haired man kneels behind me and brings his hands
around to pull on my nipples. He's hurting me a bit but I can do
nothing. I can feel his stiff cock sliding under me, in my
bum-crack, and he starts fucking movements. It feels really good
and I wonder if my uncle will let him fuck me.

Ollie is getting very near now and is gasping and moaning his
pleasure. His hands are behind my head now so I can't escape the
spunk he's going to shoot into my mouth. His body stiffens, his
thighs tense, and his cock jerks in my mouth. His knob increases
dramatically in size and the first shot of his white hot spunk
blasts into my mouth and lodges at the entrance to my throat.
It's closely followed by another, then another and I feel my
mouth begin to fill with the volume of spunk he's shooting into
me. It's salty and bitter on my tongue but I haven't time to
savour it because yet more is on the way. Again and again he
spurts, his cock jerking each time.

"Good boy, good boy. Take that spunk, taste it, taste it!" says
Uncle Fred and I do, moving it around my mouth to taste the
flavour. Eventually the jerking stops and his cock rests,
dribbling the last drops of his creamy sperm into me. The man
behind me is pinching my nipples hard now and I'm wincing with
the pain but his cock is still underneath me, his knob hitting my
balls from behind each time he thrusts forward.

"Don't swallow yet!" warns Uncle Fred and I stop, waiting for his
instructions. "Show the nice man what you made him do, naughty
boy, open up," and I open my mouth wide to show him his hot spunk
which is pooling behind my teeth and about to spill out of my
mouth. He looks closely, examining what I'm showing him and then
nods. "Swallow now, naughty boy," says my uncle and I let the
slimy stuff slide down my throat, helping it by swallowing a
couple of times. Ollie's cock is almost flaccid and I wash it
with my tongue, licking and sucking his slime from him and
swallowing the mess.

The dark-haired man behind me stops thrusting between my thighs
but continues his painful assault on my nipples, now also
squeezing my breast flesh. He puts his hands under my armpits and
makes me stand. I look at Uncle Fred but he says nothing so I do
as the man wants. Now he's standing too and his cock stands
upright, above my bum and against my spine.

When Uncle Fred moves in front of me, the man behind bends me
forward until my uncle's enormous cock is against my lips. I open
my mouth straight away because I know what my uncle requires of
me. He slides his mighty cock inside my mouth and I have to lick
it to gather up the pre-cum that's been gathering there since my
forced oral pleasuring of Ollie. Then I remember that Ollie
didn't leave after he filled me up. He's standing next to the man
behind me, watching the action.

Two wet fingers press against my bum-hole and I know now what to
expect. His fingers push hard and I mis-time it so he hurts me
before I can push out my sphincter to help him to enter me. After
another try, his fingers thrust into me but I'm really not wet
enough to avoid getting hurt.

Behind me, I hear Ollie ask, "Can I do it? I'll wet him for you,"
and when the dark-haired man says he can, Ollie drops to his
knees and his tongue pushes into my hole. It's absolute heaven
when some man does this to you and all the nerve endings work
together so that you get the most ecstatic feelings. While I
enjoy what Ollie's doing to me, I suck my uncle and occasionally
lick the large balls that hang low underneath. My hands are on my
knees, holding myself up because I'm bent over at 90 degrees with
nothing to hang onto.

Alas, the tongue-fucking I've been enjoying so much stops and I
hear instead slurping sounds that can only be Ollie lubricating
the dark-haired man's cock with his saliva. When that stops, I
know it's time and I brace myself for the onslaught I've waited
for. I stand still now and my uncle takes over the back and forth
movement that's required for the oral stimulation of his very
large cock, just pushing three or four of his eight thick inches
into my mouth.

The cock behind me pushes and the knob slips through my sphincter
easily and the man waits for my hole to get used to the size of
the invader. His hands hold my hips, keeping me firmly in place
to make sure I can't escape, then something odd happens. My legs
are wide open and so are those of the man behind me but it's a
surprise when Ollie shuffles himself between our legs from behind
and then sits up so that he can put his mouth over my little
dick. Warm and wet, his soft mouth makes me sigh with pleasure.
The man behind forces more of his cock into me and after a short
pause, rams it in all the way so that his pubic hair is against
my bum. I lurch forward then and swallow more of my uncle's cock
than I intend and I suddenly start to gag.

When I can breathe properly again, I find that I'm enjoying the
most arousing sex. I'm being fucked, I'm sucking cock and my own
little dick is being nursed on by somebody who knows how to do
it. I'm in heaven, especially when a rhythm is built up around
me. The man behind me thrusts and I jerk forward so that my
sucking mouth travels down the hard shaft, and on top of that,
the man beneath me is having his mouth fucked by my dick,
entirely without my assistance. This is heaven; it can't get
better than this.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you, dirty boy? You like having
cock inside you, I can tell." Uncle Fred is working us all up
with his dirty talk, increasing the excitement we all feel. My
uncle watches the man's cock fucking in and out of me and his
cock is strengthening in my mouth at the sight of this mating.

The man behind begins his own dirty talk, adding to everybody's
arousal. "You want spunk, little boy? You want it shooting right
up inside you? All that hot spunk?" He speeds up and the slap of
his crotch against my bum tells everybody that he's close. He's
banging me now and I can hear him panting, moaning, cursing under
his breath as his cock begins to give me dull pain but I want it,
I want the pain, I want him to fuck as deep as possible. I want
his spunk!

My uncle starts to pant too while he watches the man and the
young boy mate, unaware that the boy himself is close to shooting
into the mouth of a man who sucks him off underneath. I can't
help my body going rigid or my muscles tensing as I begin to
unload my sperm into the mouth of the man below me. He fingers my
balls as I shoot into his mouth, spurt after spurt of young boy's
cum gathering at the back of his throat and he swallows, feeling
the white hot viscous seed slide down and begin the journey to
his stomach.

I'm skewered between two cocks, both of which will cum within
seconds. The man in my bum felt my orgasm through my rectum and
he groans aloud as he splashes the first shot of his potent spunk
deep inside me, bathing the walls of my rectum with hot seed. I
feel the pulsing of the big cock as it pumps shot after shot into
me and I'm excited by the feelings that run through my groin and
my belly.

Uncle Fred starts too and I'm being filled with real man-juice,
back and front. The cocks pulse and jerk and I'm delirious with
emotion. I moan too in passion as my two lovers fill me with
their love, a dual mating of two lions with one lioness. They're
holding me still, making me take their potent sperm, showing
their virility and proving their masculinity. It goes on and on,
my insides filling up with copious amounts of the testament to
their maleness.

They both eventually cease and I'm left on the skewer, cocks back
and front, and I pant along with them, basking in the
post-orgasmic bliss of a successful mating. They've bred me and
are satisfied, and the presence of their seed inside me gives me
a glow, a warm feeling of contentment, and I'm happy.

As the cocks become soft, my body ejects them and some spunk runs
down my chin and from there to the ground. When I stand, spunk
begins to run down the inside of my thighs but Ollie comes to
clean me, to lick up the mess. My legs stay wide open as his
tongue cleans me, and he searches for more spunk by forcing his
tongue inside my bum-hole which is now gaping open grotesquely.
The soothing feeling I experience while he does this is magical
and I stand still in the hope that he will continue for a long
time. My stretched hole has need of care and Ollie knows how to
care for it.

However cocks have to be cleaned and I go to my knees to lick the
cock which filled my bum, the one that is covered with spunk and
the contents of my rectum. I wash it industriously and don't
forget under the foreskin, licking and sucking until all evidence
of our coupling is gone. His wife must not know that he has mated
with someone else, that someone else has taken the seed which is
rightfully hers.

When I look round, Ollie is doing the cleaning job on my uncle,
licking and sucking his cock and going underneath that handsome
cock to gather the spunk that has run there from my mouth. He
swallows everything, licking his lips and tasting the spunk which
now coats the inside of his mouth. The men begin to dress but
Ollie shuffles over to me on his knees and takes my little dick
in his hand. He kisses it reverently and then sucks it into his
mouth, laving it and taking a last opportunity to play with my
little balls. Then he licks the remaining spunk from my chin,
savouring it and swallowing.

The men are dressed now and Ollie has straightened up his clothes
too so they all watch me as I dress, watching my smooth bum, my
hairless chest and the little dick that Ollie found so endearing.
We begin the journey back together, back through the branches and
the trees, back to the main path where we all first met. Maybe
we'll meet again... I hope.





Chapter 16

At school today, I ran into Chris during afternoon break and he
asked if I want to go to his house on Saturday and spend the
night. I said yes almost before he'd finished the question,
giving away the fact that I wanted to be with him. We arranged a
time and, as he left, I turned and silently mouthed. 'Yesss!' His
parents going away for the weekend was the reason he asked me and
his long foreskin was the reason I wanted to go. That gorgeous
foreskin is 2 inches long when his cock is flaccid and, at 16
years old, it means that he's got a much bigger cock than I have.
I love him in my own schoolboy way, although I suspect that the
sex he has with me is really the reason I'm so infatuated with
him.

When I arrive at the address he gave me, I find it's a house in
its own grounds, surrounded by massive gardens. I dismount my
bike and ring the bell and it's answered by Chris, looking very
sexy in his white shorts. He invites me in and we go through to
the kitchen where he fixes us both up with a Coke. I watch him as
he moves, admiring his well-muscled legs and watching his crotch
whenever I get the chance. My own little 14-year-old dick is
stirring as I watch him and it hasn't gone unnoticed that my
shorts are tenting a bit.

"You're sleeping in my bed if that's OK," he says and I silently
cheer. "Bring your stuff upstairs and I'll show you where it is."
We trek up the stairs and I'm watching his bum with the
occasional look at the size of the house. Wow! It's like mansion.
I chuck my stuff next to the wardrobe he points out and he leads
me back downstairs to the kitchen.

We chat about this and that, other pupils, teachers, the latest
computer games and he asks what I'd like to do. I shrug and say,
"Anything really," and he says maybe we can play the last two
computer games he got later. I say, "Yes, OK," and we decide to
return to the kitchen.

After a bit more chat, he blushes a bit, obviously nervous about
asking me something.

"I've hidden some porn in the summerhouse. Do you fancy a look?"
he asks and I nod straight away. "Come on then," he says, "bring
your Coke."

He leads the way into the back garden and it's enormous. We turn
a kind of dog-leg around some bushes and this big greenhouse
appears. It's a giant garden shed with lots of windows and, to be
honest, I've never seen anything like it. Several easy chairs and
a couple of settees are scattered about, all with lots of
cushions. When we go in, he says to sit down and I pick a settee
while he searches for the porn.

Under a small table, there's a loose floorboard which comes up
when he puts the blade of his pen-knife into the crack between
that and the next one. He brings out a couple of magazines and a
lot of loose pictures, sitting down next to me before sorting
them out. I notice as he lays the magazines to one side that the
cover of one shows a man and a boy aged about 11 enjoying
themselves, the young boy's dick inserted into the man's mouth.
Wow! I didn't know boys started that early.

Chris sorts the pics into order and gives them to me, saying,
"Take a look at these."

When I look at the first picture, it's a photo, in fact they're
all photos. A little boy wears almost transparent pink little
girls' knickers and the next photo shows a close-up of his little
stiff dick encased in the flimsy nylon. His hands are placed near
his groin, on either side of his obviously bare pubic bone, as if
to draw attention to the dick which stands at attention inside.
In the next photo, a larger hand squeezes the little penis, the
boy's own hands covering the hands of whoever is molesting him
but not pulling the hands away.

I'm getting a bit aroused by this and I'm sure Chris is noticing
it. "What do you think of my little brother?" he asks and I look
up, not sure I've heard him properly. "Doesn't he look sexy?"

I'm remembering now that both my dad and Uncle Fred have enjoyed
making me wear knickers when they've had sex with me, and then I
remember that the first time Chris fucked me in the woods with
Uncle Fred, I was wearing knickers then. What is it with men
wanting boys to wear knickers while they have sex with them? They
feel sexy when you're wearing them certainly and no doubt it gets
men off harder and faster if they can act out the fantasy.

"Yes," I say, "he looks very sexy," and I study the photo more
closely. "His little balls look lovely in pink," I add and Chris
laughs somewhat nervously.

The next photo shows the little boy's bottom and I have to admit
that he certainly does look good in those tight knickers. My
dick's stirring and I wriggle a bit, trying to make it lie down
or at least become more comfortable in my shorts. Chris has seen
me do this and he smiles, knowing what's happening. When I glance
surreptitiously at his crotch, I can't help but notice the tent
in them. He's turned on too, in a big way.

When I can tear my eyes away, I look at the next photo and it
shows his crotch again, knickers pulled down and tucked under the
grape-sized balls. I'm getting aroused now and it doesn't help
when Chris puts his fingers against my crotch, feeling my shaft.

"You're hard," he murmurs, stating the blindingly obvious, and he
leans towards me, kissing my neck. "I remember you in knickers
too when I first met you, and you were sexy too."

I turn my head towards him and kiss his lips. He's lit my blue
touch-paper and I'm set to go off in the near future. He thrusts
his tongue into my mouth and his arms go around my neck, and I'm
responding, my arms going around his waist. Then we grope each
other, hands now busy tracing the outlines of each other's dick
in our shorts. He stands, pulling down his shorts until his cock
is uncovered, standing proud, long and thick. It's throbbing to
his heartbeat and I'm watching it, like a snake before a snake
charmer.

He quickly spreads the four photos on the settee next to me and
he pulls me to my feet, pulling my shorts down too and touching
my erection with his long fingers. I respond to his touch, eyes
closing as he feels my shaft and the knob which has become wet
with pre-cum.

He puts one hand on my shoulder and I sink to my knees, knowing
how he wants me to please him. His cock is erect, a full six
inches of hard steel, and my fist pulls back the long foreskin.
My lips open so that I can touch the tip of my tongue to his
knob, trying to force it into his pee-slit and licking up his
salty pre-cum. I open my mouth wide and take his whole knob in,
licking the underside but concentrating on touching his frenulum,
that most sensitive spot.

I suck his cock for only moments before he stops me and faces me
towards the settee where the photos are laid out on display. He
puts his hand on the back of my neck and gently guides me so that
I'm bending over and my hands support me on the seat of the
settee while I'm facing the photos. He drops to his knees behind
me and his tongue touches my bum-hole, and I open my legs wider
to help him. His tongue is talented and he's giving me the most
wonderful feelings as he slides it inside me. He's fucking my bum
with his tongue, forcing it in and out, and the fireworks are
going off in my head.

The photos before me increase my arousal as Chris tongue-fucks me
and I imagine the little boy's dick thrusting in and out of my
mouth while I'm stroking his pink knickers with my fingers,
feeling the smooth nylon. The little boy's balls would be small
in my mouth and maybe I could fit both of them in, licking and
sucking them as his big brother fucks my bum. God, I'm thinking
of sex with a little boy now. What's wrong with me?

Chris stands and I brace myself, waiting for the attractive
16-year-old to penetrate me, waiting for the cock that will breed
me. I feel his knob at my pucker, wet with my saliva, and he
pushes into me. I gasp at the intrusion but he holds my hips
tight, making sure I don't escape. I've remembered to push out my
sphincter and suddenly the big knob is in me. It feels so big as
it forces my anus open and he pauses, waiting for my rectum to
get used to the invader. Then he pushes again and he's in me, all
the way into me until I can feel his pubic hair tickling my
buttocks.

I'm full inside; there's no room left. My rectum is forced wider
by his big cock and I can feel his heartbeat through his prick
trapped inside me. I'm still looking at the photos, imagining his
little brother's tiny bum with Chris's cock forced up into it and
the thought is exciting me to the point where I'm making extra
saliva. A big cock up that little bum, yes, yes, oh yes, what a
sight.

Chris begins to fuck me slowly, bending over my back so I can
feel his chest and he plays with my nipples, stroking them,
pinching them. He's moving gently back and forth, and the feeling
of discomfort I have is being replaced by the pleasant feelings
I've learned to enjoy. He fucks me steadily and I'm looking at
the photos, seeing myself licking his little dick, licking his
tiny rosebud, pulling his knickers down so that I can lick his
balls.

Then Chris is whispering in my ear, "You like his knickers, don't
you, John? You'd like to suck him off, wouldn't you? Suck his
balls?" and I nod. "Would you lick his bum-hole, John? Would you
kiss his little dick?" I'm getting very worked up by his sex talk
and I can't think straight.

I'm being fucked vigorously now, long strokes, short strokes, and
he's banging me hard. "Do you want to watch while I fuck him?
Like to watch little boys, do you?" I'm looking at the photos,
imagining all the things Chris is saying and I'm rock hard.

"You're a pervert, aren’t you, John?" he pants into my ear and I
nod. "Say it!" he commands and I cry out what he wants to hear.

"Yes, Chris, I want to do your brother. I want to fuck him too.
I'm a pervert!" I shout and Chris speeds up, banging me harder as
he approaches ejaculation. There's nothing loving about what he's
doing to me, no finesse, no caring; he's violently raping me and
I'm standing with legs open wide, encouraging him to do it. I'm
panting now and moaning, and Chris is pinching my nipples harder,
hurting me but I'm beyond caring. I want his spunk. I want him to
breed me.

"You dirty pervert!" he shouts, spitting out the words in
apparent anger but he thrusts one last time into me and holds
still, and I feel his cock jerk inside me and the first spurt of
his semen shoots into me. He's cumming and screaming, "Pervert!
Pervert!" and he's shuddering as my rectum is being filled with
hot seed.

I'm moaning as he's screaming at me and I feel each shot of his
hot spunk as it's pumped into my willing hole. "Fill me," I shout
and he hugs me tighter, his cock pulsing as he fills me. I'm
trembling with emotion as his orgasm peaks and I wait for him to
finish using me. I'm looking at the photos again and imagining
the joy that the little boy would get from being fucked in his
tiny bottom. Briefly I think, 'I'd love to suck Chris's spunk out
of his little bum,' and then I realise I'm being the pervert that
Chris accused me of.
He's still now, his shuddering has stopped and he's stopped
torturing my nipples. I stand still so that the last dribbles of
his spunk will drain into me and I wait for him to decide when
he'll pull his cock out of my battered bum-hole. I'm full of his
seed and I feel happy when he starts to kiss the back of my neck.
I can't kiss him back because my back is towards him but I reach
behind me with one hand and squeeze his thigh, letting him know
that I love him, that I love him bumming me.

When he finally pulls his cock out of my hole, I turn around and
go to my knees to clean it of his spunk and a few flecks of my
shit. I lick it clean, he joins me on the floor and we cuddle.

I have to ask. "When did your brother start wearing knickers?"
and Chris began to tell me the story.

"Three years ago, when I was 13, I saw some pictures of a man
wearing women’s knickers. It really turned me on and I just
couldn't get it out of my head. I was on the computer day after
day, looking for more, and I found some. My cock was so hard and
I'd wank off to them, sometimes three times a day. I didn't want
to wear them myself; I just wanted to wank off to somebody else.
My brother Andrew saw me wanking over them one day and I had to
explain what I was doing. Can you imagine explaining wanking to
an 8-year-old?"

I shake my head and he continues.

"He was so curious about wanking and he's such a good brother
that he asked if he could do it for me. I was so touched that he
wanted to help me and I cuddled him. He touched my cock and it
felt wonderful. After I made him promise to keep it secret, I
showed him how to do it. His little hand wanked me as I looked at
the pictures and he asked why I needed them. When I explained
that it makes it much more exciting, he sort of understood. 'But
why are those men wearing ladies' knickers?' he asked and I told
him that they found it exciting too. He thought about this while
he wanked me and then he said, 'Can I wear some knickers for
you?' and I just shot my spunk all over his hand. The poor kid
didn't know what to do with my spunk so I licked his hand clean."

"What did he say about that?" I ask, intrigued by the image in my
mind.

"When he asked me if it tasted nasty, I said no, that most girls
like to do that for their boyfriends. He looked dubious but he's
always trusted me so I suppose he believed me. I didn't know if
it was true but I remembered stories where women had done this
for men and I just wanted to believe it. Anyway, what he said
about wearing girls' knickers for me just made me horny. What
would he look like? Where could we get some? Then it came to me.
Our sister, Julia. She was seven then and Mum had bought her
loads of underwear and I set about figuring how to pinch some so
we could dress Andy in them. It was easy as pie. Just make sure
the folks weren't around, go into her room and pinch a pair from
her drawer. She had lots of them and I went through them,
sniffing them and feeling them, rubbing the material against my
face. It was really starting to turn me on."

I enter into the conversation now and explain that my uncle
bought girls' clothes for me and made me wear them. "You
remember," I said, "what I was wearing when you fucked me in the
woods, don't you?" and he smiles at the recollection.

"Oh yes," he says, "you were very sexy and I just had to fuck
you."

"And you took my knickers for a souvenir, didn't you?" I say, but
he says, "No, not a souvenir. I wanted Andy to wear them. He's 11
now and I thought that they might fit him. And they did!"

He continues the story. "I chose a nice frilly pair of knickers
for Andy and when we tried them on his naked little body later
that night, they fit perfectly. I got him to wank me there and
then while I played with his little dick through his knickers. I
came all over his hand in no time and he licked my spunk off his
hand for the first time. You've no idea how that made me feel. I
had to thank him so I wanked his little dick until he had a dry
cum. He really liked that and I promised I would do that for him
every time if he wanted."

"And he wanted to every time, right?" I ask, smiling at Chris who
smiled back at me.

"Yes, he wanted it alright. The day after, I sneaked the knickers
back into my sister's room and got another pair. It was all a
dream come true. The thing is that now he likes to wear girls'
clothes for himself and not just for me. He dresses up in a bra
and knickers whenever the folks are out and parades himself in
front of me and I can't resist his gorgeous body. He wanks me off
and swallows all my spunk from his hand. He's even sucked my cock
since I taught him 3 months ago. I love him dearly and I actually
want to introduce him to fucking but I'm afraid I'll hurt him bad
because my cock's too big and he's only 11."

"Can I do it for you? My dick's much smaller than yours," I ask
timidly, thinking that he might be angry with me.

"You want to do my little brother while I watch?" he asks and I'm
fearful now.

"Yes, if you want me to," I say softly. "Unless you think I'm a
pervert."

He laughs and, with great relief, I laugh with him. "When can I
dress you in knickers and fuck your little bum again?" he asks
seriously and I tell him to get me some and I'll be his little
boy. I can see his mind working on the solution for getting some
knickers for me.



At dinner, I meet Andy for the first time. He is the cutest kid
and I can't stop looking at him. He's a smaller skinnier version
of Chris, with the same hair, same lovely eyes, soft lips and a
cheeky grin when he speaks to you. Although he's only 11, he
seems quite intelligent and not as childish as I expect, and
those shorts he's wearing don't hide much. I'm trying to picture
his little willy, remembering the photos of him that I found so
stimulating, and then there's his bottom...

Chris, at 16, seems so adult, so responsible, while me at 14, and
Andy at 11, seem more like children, well, juveniles. Chris is in
charge and Andy doesn't dispute the fact, and it makes for a very
pleasant evening in prospect. We don't talk of sexual matters but
I watch Andy's mouth when he speaks, imagining his lips trapped
in mine while I use my tongue.

We are all 3 eating the pizza that Chris has had delivered,
chatting about things and everybody's being affable. Andy asks
politely about details of my school life and parents and I answer
him, asking in turn how he likes his school and how he's doing
there. We decide on TV after dinner and once the kitchen is
cleared, we wander into the big lounge to watch the big-screen
TV.

I seat myself on one end of a a settee and Chris chooses to sit
on the other end of the same settee, with Andy plonking himself
down between us. There's a film showing and although strictly
speaking me and Andy shouldn't be watching it, we soak up all the
action, occasionally touching each other when the scary bits are
shown. He eventually stays leaning against me and I automatically
put my arm around his shoulders, hugging him to me. Chris watches
us, approving of what we're doing. I feel comfortable with Andy
and he with me, I think.

When the film's finished, Chris says it's time for Andy's shower
and he leaves my side, making his way upstairs. Once he's out of
earshot, Chris goes to a drawer and brings me something.

"Do you like these?" he asks and hands me a pair of knickers.
They're powder blue, sheer nylon and feel silky in texture. My
fingers stroke the flimsy material and I hold them up to the
light, seeing how transparent they are.

"Wow!" I say, "They're almost see-through," and Chris asks
straight out if I'll wear them for him later. How could I refuse
him anything? "But what about Andy? I thought you wanted me
to..."

"That's OK," he says, "he'll be wearing his own and I'd like to
see you both together. He doesn't know about what you and me do
together but maybe tonight I can change that."

"What exactly do you want me to do?" I ask, wondering how I go
about seducing young Andy.

"Leave it to me, John, I'll organise it," says Chris and he
kisses me gently.

Twenty minutes later, Andy comes back downstairs and he's wearing
a towelling bath robe. Chris takes me upstairs and shows me into
the bathroom, finding me his own bath-robe and leaving the blue
knickers with me to wear underneath when I've showered. When I
ask where the knickers came from, he tells me that they belong to
his mum.

When he leaves me, I strip all my clothes off and try on the
knickers which fit perfectly. When I look at myself in the
full-length mirror, I'm amazed at how aroused I am. I turn around
and look over my shoulder to see what my bottom looks like and
I'm impressed by how good it looks. No wonder men get turned on
by this.

Once I've finished showering, I dry myself and put on my
knickers. God, I look good. The mirror shows me what I look like;
no wonder Chris wants me so badly. I put on my robe and I go back
downstairs. When I settle myself on the settee again, Chris takes
Andy by the arm and stands him so that he's facing me.

Chris says softly, "Show John how beautiful you look, Andy," and
the young boy takes off his robe. Wow! He's standing there, naked
except for a pair of sheer white knickers and he looks like an
innocent virgin angel. My breath catches in my throat as I admire
his innocence, his fresh-faced innocence. I want to hug him, to
feel his body, to kiss his lips. I'm amazed at my own reaction to
this young boy.

"Turn around, Andy," he says. "Let him see all of you," and he
turns slowly so that I see his cute little bottom through the
flimsy nylon of his knickers. This boy is truly magnificent and I
realise that I am being attracted to him in the worst way
possible. The photos of him were one thing but this, this vision
is stunning. Andy opens his legs and I see his little bum-cheeks
part, and I'm overwhelmed by the sight.

Chris turns him round to face me again and I see the small
nipples on his chest, the cute inny belly button and the little
prick which is now thickening and lengthening before my eyes. My
own dick is filling with blood too and my knickers are getting
tighter. Andy's looking at my face, apparently wanting my
approval, wanting me to find him attractive and God help me, I
do.

"Let Andy see you, John," Chris says to me, his voice barely more
than a whisper His tented-out shorts announce that the sight of
his little brother in his little knickers is definitely arousing
him.

When I take off my bath-robe, Andy and Chris gasp in unison at
the sight of my body clothed only in their mum's blue knickers. I
read lust in the eyes of the older boy and a kind of appraising
curiosity in the eyes of young Andy who immediately drops to his
knees before me, looking closely at my skimpy female underwear
and running his little fingers over my stiff dick encased in
nylon. I look down at the boy as he fingers me and my dick is
jerking at young Andy's touch; I pray he won't stop.

Chris watches both of his boys, each in their knickers, and his
eyes convey his overwhelming lust for both of us. I watch Chris
and Andy alternately, but my attention has to stay with Andy when
his little fingers move down to cup my balls over my knickers and
I open my legs wide to give him more room. My hands go to his
head and I bring him to me, pulling my cock to his lips. His lips
kiss the nylon covering my shaft while his hands remain busy
fondling my testicles. The joy I feel is too difficult to
describe and I bask in the wondrous sensations that this little
boy is giving me.

I look up briefly at Chris and he nods, giving me permission to
continue our encounter until I can rid Andy of his virginity. His
little brother's saliva has soaked my knickers as he's run his
lips the length of my shaft and I have to stop him before he
makes me ejaculate prematurely. I raise him to his feet and fall
to my knees, immediately bringing my mouth to his little sex. His
little-boy smell intoxicates me as my tongue presses hard against
his little shaft. He gasps, overwhelmed as much as I am at the
sensations we are experiencing together.

The virginal white transparent knickers become wet as I orally
worship his 3-inch stiff prick and I lick the tiny balls covered
by the nylon. I take the gusset with one finger and move it
aside, freeing the boy's jewels so I can take his prick
immediately into my mouth. I take his full length into me,
feeling his smooth bare pubic bone against my nose. His sharp
intake of breath and his hands which go to my head to keep me
there are evidence enough that I'm giving him the feelings he so
desperately wants.

Realising that this can't continue for long before I cum, I pull
down his knickers and make him step out of them. I place him like
Chris placed me earlier, hands on the seat of the settee and
bottom in the air and I kneel behind him. My tongue licks the
length of his bum-crack, stopping briefly at his tiny pink
rosebud to wiggle the tip. He wriggles slightly and I hold his
hips steady so I can push the tip of my tongue into the little
bum-hole. Chris is beside us now, watching me intently as I try
to force open the boy's sphincter.

"Push out, Andy," he whispers to his brother and the tip of my
tongue enters the boy's anus, making him tremble. I'm able to
push my tongue in just over an inch and I try to leave lots of
saliva around his bum-hole as I draw it back out.

I stand now, moving the gusset of my knickers to one side so that
my dick and balls are freed. Chris is beside me now and he's
presenting me with a tube of lubricant with the cap removed. He
squeezes a generous amount onto my two fingers and I transfer the
cold jelly to the little boy's bum-hole, pushing in a finger
carefully. Andy looks behind him and says fearfully, You won't
hurt me, will you?" and I lean over his back to whisper, "I'll
never hurt you, Andy." Satisfied that I mean it, he relaxes his
sphincter and I push one finger all the way in, fucking in and
out with it. I introduce a second finger alongside the first and
he winces and then remembers to push out again. I finger-fuck him
now and then I feel cold jelly on my own dick as Chris spreads it
thick, wanking me at the same time.

The time has come to take this cute little boy's virginity, to
show him the ultimate act of male to male love. I place my dick
to his pucker and I feel him brace himself for the onslaught. My
knob pushes at his anus and it begins to give way as Andy pushes
outward, and I force it inside, opening his hole wide. He winces
and his sphincter tightens like a vice on my knob, holding it
fast. Then he remembers to push out again and the muscles relax,
making it possible to push further into the little boy's rectum.
I pause, waiting for him to get used to the size of me, and when
he relaxes once more, I thrust in further. It takes time because
I don't want to hurt him so I pause again, waiting for him.

Chris kneels beside Andy, kissing his brother who turns his head
to face him. "Can I suck your dick, Andy? Can I make you feel
good?" he asks and the little boy nods. He works himself between
the settee and the boy's legs and takes the 3-inch prick into his
mouth, sucking in all he can. One hand goes up to feel his little
balls, fondling them tenderly, and I use the opportunity to slide
my dick in the rest of the way until my groin presses tightly
against his bottom-cheeks.

I pause again and Chris continues to suck his brother's prick and
caress his balls. His tight rectum is hot and like a vice around
my dick and, as I look down, I see that my dick looks abnormally
big in relation to the size of the 11-year-old boy's buttocks.
But I have to go on, I have to make love to this gorgeous child.

I pull back slightly and thrust forward again, and the friction
is excruciatingly wonderful. He gasps each time I thrust into him
and I'm sure he's in a little pain. My hands go around him and I
find the little nipples which are now erect, and I pinch them
lightly, feeling him tremble underneath me.

My fucking continues gently and he moans aloud, calling my name.
"Ohhh John! Oohhh!" he groans, and it's not pain now or
discomfort; he's getting turned on. Chris leaves his brother's
prick and comes to stand behind me. His shorts are off and he's
wanking at the sight of me and his young brother, touching my
blue knickers with his free hand. He's stroking my nylon-covered
bottom as he wanks and soon he pulls my knickers away from my
buttocks and looks inside. My legs are slightly open and he can
clearly see my bum-crack.

Andy is beginning to pant now and I know it won't be long before
I fill his rectum with my seed. I start to fuck him faster and I
hold his chest tight, moaning, "Oh Andy, you're so pretty, so
sexy!" and he groans back in response. The friction produced by
the child's rectum is hastening the approach of my orgasm and
before I can do anything about it, I'm cumming!

I thrust into him once more and hold still, my dick jerking as I
begin to shoot spunk into him, filling his bowels with my white
hot seed. I'm groaning as I pump gob after gob of my cum into
him, my buttocks clenching with each spurt. He feels my dick
pulsing inside him and moans as I breed him, forcing as much
sperm as I can as far into him as my dick can manage.

Behind me, Chris pulls my knickers away from my buttocks and
sprays a torrent of his spunk onto my bum and inside my knickers.
I feel his hot sperm splashing over me, drenching me with his
potent seed. He places his jerking cock to my bum-crack and I
feel the pulsing as the last of it is pumped down my crack and
into my knickers.

Andy stands still as my orgasm finishes and I hold him tight so
that he won't move before the dribbles of my spunk flowing into
him have ended. Chris watches the last of his spunk trickle down
my bum-crack and soak into my knickers. A very big wet patch is
spreading, turning the powder blue into a darker shade as it
soaks into the nylon.

The little boy under me is trembling, his thin legs shaking, and
I slowly withdraw the dick that has taken his virginity. I stand
and pull the boy to his feet, turning him gently round and
kissing his lips. It's a gentle kiss, not one of passion, and I'm
relieved when his arms go around my neck and he hugs me. He
whispers, "That was lovely, John," and I whisper, "I loved it
too."

My hands reach down and I fondle his little bottom, feeling the
softness of his skin, a child's skin. Chris stands behind me,
kisses the back of my neck and he says simply, "Thankyou." I can
feel the spunk in my knickers drying on my skin and I realise
that I still have a task to perform. I leave my little lover and
go to my knees in front of Chris and begin to clean him, licking
the long foreskin and then pulling it all the way back so I can
lick the knob clean.

Andy watches me, touching his own erection while he examines the
wet patch that has formed in my knickers. After I've got Chris
clean, I take the child's prick into my mouth and suck him,
licking his frenulum to heighten the stimulation. Twenty seconds
later, he shudders and his hips buck but I'm sure I taste
something on my tongue. It's his first ejaculation and although
there won't be any sperm in it, I'm so proud that I'm the first
to taste his cum.

When his body is still again, he hugs me and I feel his warmth,
the affection that he has for me. I hold him close, rocking him
to and fro gently, basking in the knowledge that he will want me
again. I have to touch the tiny bottom again, to feel the child's
skin and to soothe his battered hole. I place him on the floor,
bottom high in the air, and I look at his pucker, except it's not
a pucker now, it's gaping open, and I see the pink insides. There
are traces of my spunk near the gaping hole and I lovingly lick
them up, my tongue caressing his anus and going inside to clean
him.

The 3 of us lie together on the carpet, holding each other,
caressing each other as our bodies relax and the heavy breathing
subsides. Andy keeps touching my knickers, playing with the wet
spots and Chris plays with my hair as I look lovingly into his
eyes.

There's still bedtime to look forward to. I wonder what will
happen upstairs.





Chapter 17

It's been a couple of weeks but now I'm visiting Chris again at
his house. There's been a problem with Andy though. Their sister,
the 10-year-old Julia, had discovered him rifling through her
knickers drawer and had forced the truth out of him, threatening
to tell their mum and dad of his perversion. He's a quiet boy,
not prone to asserting himself, and she'd insisted on watching
her brother dress in her other clothes too. He wore skirts and
knee socks, her little training bra, tights with and without her
knickers. She had discovered his weakness and was using it to her
advantage, letting him watch her play with her naked pussy and,
once he was hard, she would wank the poor boy through his tights
or knickers, watching in fascination as he shuddered and
trembled.

But there was more. She wanted to watch us boys perform together,
to watch us suck and bum each other. She couldn't be blamed; she
was a healthy 10-year-old who had found a way to control her
older brother. So when he was telling me all this, he was nearly
in tears.

"She wants to watch us, John. She'll tell Mum if we don't... do
things," he says, really quite upset.

Chris is a bit concerned too because this affects him as well.
He's tried to talk her round, to smooth the waters, to bribe her
even but she's adamant.

"It looks like there's no way out," Chris says glumly, "so we'll
have to let her watch."

"What if she wants to... you know, join in?" I say, feeling
uneasy and yet a certain thrill goes through me at that thought.

"I never thought of that," says Chris but his mind has just
realised the possibilities. "Where's Mrs. Connor?" he asks and
Andy replies that she's been at the bottle again and she's
'sleeping'.

"Do you mind helping us out?" Chris asks me. "I know it's not
really your problem but we're stuck with this."

"It's OK, Chris," I say, smiling at him. "Do you want me to wear
your mum's knickers again?" and he nods.

"Yes," says Chris, "it's what she wants," and then I ask if I can
choose them which makes him smile. God, he's got such a sexy
smile!

We all make our way upstairs and find that Julia's sorting
through her wardrobe, picking out the clothes that she wants Andy
to wear. Chris takes me to his parents' bedroom and I look
through her knickers drawer, asking now and then what Chris would
like to see me wearing.

Julia wants things to take place in her bedroom and we agree to
it, not that we have any choice. She watches as we boys strip
off, fascinated when she's facing 3 naked boys with varying sizes
of cock. She's never seen me or Chris naked and she walks round
us, touching first Chris and then me. Her little hand makes my
dick lurch and she notes this with some satisfaction. When I look
round, Chris is standing there with a semi-erect cock, the
product of little Julia's handling.

"We'd better get dressed," says Andy and he can't wait to get
into the tiny pink knickers which shows off his little prick so
well. I get into the pale blue nylon knickers that Chris likes so
much and I watch as Julia helps Andy to don her training bra. I
have to say it, he looks stunning, just like a little girl with
his long hair. Julia's noticed the effect that Andy's outfit is
having on me and she stands before me, feeling my hardness.

"Do you like that?" she asks in a very low voice, feeling my dick
harden inside my knickers. "Are you going to put this big thing
in Andy's bum?" she asks and I nod. "Can I play with these," she
asks, playing with my balls, "when you do it to him?"

It's already happening in my head and I say huskily, "Yes, Julia,
please!"

She leaves me and goes behind Andy, reaching round to handle his
willy through his knickers. "It's nice, isn't it, John?" she
asks, looking at me, and I have to admit it. "Do you like his
tits too?" she asks and I say quietly that I do. She lifts up his
bra and asks me to kiss his tits.

I go to my knees before this attractive 11-year-old boy and Julia
watches as I lick his nipple, my hands reaching round and
caressing the material of his knickers, feeling the taut buttocks
inside. Chris has come closer to watch and Julia puts her hand on
his naked cock, wanking him slowly as he watches us.

"Do you want to see my pussy?" she asks Chris and his eyes light
up as he nods. "Undress me, Chris," she whispers and stands there
while his trembling fingers unfasten the buttons of the clothes
she's wearing. When her chest is naked, he sees the tiny bumps
which herald her approaching womanhood. He's on his knees in
front of her and when he finally pulls down her knickers, he sees
her beautiful little slit.

Andy's hands are holding me to his breast but I can see what's
happening with Chris and Julia and it's arousing me even more.
She's lying on the bed and Chris is lying between her wide open
legs, kissing her tiny pussy. She glances over at us occasionally
but her attention is mainly taken up on what her oldest brother
is doing to her. She's never felt a tongue on her pussy before
and the sensations make her moan. Chris is not pretending
enthusiasm; he really likes what he's doing.

I stand and make Andy kneel, and his mouth goes straight to my
knickers, running his mouth along the length of the bulge which
is my stiff dick. My knob pokes out of the waistband of my
knickers and he licks it, making my dick jump. His hands feel my
bum-cheeks as he feels the material covering them and his mouth
opens to take my knob inside. He uses his tongue to lick the
underside of my dick, just where that really sensitive part is,
just under the knob.

Julia moans as her big brother tongue-fucks her and her hands
have gone to his head, pulling him further into her. I can see
Chris's buttocks, taut, sexy, and I want to be there with him,
licking his bum-hole. Andy is distracting me, making me feel
wonderful with his tongue. He makes me want him so badly so I
have to stop him, turn him round and pull down his knickers to
just under his buttocks. I push him towards a chair and make him
bend over it, reaching for the Vaseline which stands on the
bedside cabinet.

My finger scoops out a generous amount from the jar and I apply
it to his anus, pushing the finger up inside him. He sighs as he
feels it and when I insert a second finger, he moans. I
finger-fuck the pretty boy, getting a nice rhythm going and then
my arousal gets the better of me.

"Look, Julia," I say. "Look what I'm doing to your little
sister!" and she looks up from her brother's face to watch us.
Chris looks up too, fingering his little sister's tiny clitoris.
They see me fingering a little girl's hole, her knickers pulled
down and her bra pushed up. They watch my dick touch the pretty
pink hole and wait there.

"Fuck her, John!" says Chris and I plunge inside. Julia watches
intently as she sees her brother taking my dick inside him and
the sight excites her, making her very wet between her legs. She
watches my movement, sees me thrusting into him and sees the look
of joy on his face. Chris watches my hips, admiring my blue nylon
knickers which I've pulled down so that they rest just under my
balls.

"Fuck her, John!" The voice is female and young. Julia is
watching her brother, with his legs wide open, being fucked hard
by a boy she secretly fancies. Her eyes fix on my dick, watching
it appear and then vanish each time I go into him. She must be
close herself because she says to her big brother, "Lick me,
Chris. Please!" and he resumes his place between her legs,
licking happily at her little nubbin

She's watching me and Andy and she begins to cum on Chris's
tongue, her eyes firmly fixed on us. Chris tastes the little
girl's cum-juice and he holds her down as her hips buck,
threatening to take away her pussy from his mouth. I'm watching
her cum, watching the pretty girl tremble as she rides the best
orgasm she's ever had. This is her first oral sexing and I'm sure
she'll want it again many times.

Her limbs are still now but she continues to watch the sexing of
her brother. My dick goes deep inside him and his breathing has
increased considerably. The two on the bed watch the
knickers-clad boys make love, and they wait breathlessly for the
insemination, for the climax of their mating. She leaves the bed
and comes to stand behind me, fondling my balls as they're pulled
up tight into my groin. Chris joins her, kneeling beside her, and
kisses my knickers, feeling the nylon with his tongue.

The little girl's hand which fondles my balls is spurring me on
and, within seconds, I start to cum. My dick jerks and the first
gob of spunk shoots into the little boy's rectum.

Chris cries out, "Fuck the little bitch! Breed her!" and my balls
jerk, sending more sperm from my body into the little rectum
which squeezes my dick tight. I'm spraying his rectum with spunk,
coating the hot walls with all my sperm. Little Andy's groaning
as each spurt goes into him and Julia's still holding my balls,
watching for the first time the mating of humans.

When I've finished shooting into my little boyfriend, I'm
exhausted but I stay in him, plugging his hole so that my dick
will drain the last few drops of cum into his little bum. Chris
and Julia stand, their eyes looking at where we're joined, and
Julia's hand reaches out to touch the place. Her little hand
touches my pubic hair and she can just reach the base of my dick,
that last tiny bit which remains outside of her brother's body.
She examines closely her brother's anal ring which is distended
by the dick that has forced it open and she touches it, making
her brother jump.

Chris crowds behind his little sister to watch too and she feels
his erection poking her in the back. She turns and takes his cock
in her hand, wanking it as she looks up into his eyes. He looks
down at her lovingly and she increases the speed and pressure,
pulling back his long fore-skin so that she can see the knob.
He's moaning and she knows that she must be doing it right so she
continues, feeling his balls which swing between his open legs.

We watch, Andy and I, as Julia wanks Chris harder and faster and
when he's going to cum, we know that she hasn't really realised
what comes next. She's in front of him, not to the side, so we
know where his spunk will shoot. Chris is going to cover her with
his cum!

His teeth clamp together and he cries out, "Aaarghh!" as the
first gob of his hot spunk hits Julia's mouth and chin. His
continued salvo of spunk hits her face and chest, and she looks a
bit panic-stricken when she thinks he'll never stop. When his
shuddering stops, she watches the pee-slit and sees a drop of
opaque white stuff appear and she touches it, feeling the
slippery viscous substance between finger and thumb. She smells
it and finally touches it to her tongue, tasting the saltiness.
Hmm, that's different, she thinks, but not nasty.

I pull my dick gently and slowly from Andy's bum-hole and he
rushes for the toilet, no doubt to expel all the spunk I've shot
into him. I go to Julia and she watches in amazement as I lick
her body, gathering up her brother's seed with my tongue. When
I've cleaned her body, I go to her mouth to clean up the mess
there. It's then that she opens her mouth slightly and I feel the
need to kiss her, thrusting my tongue inside. She shudders when I
do this but she curls her arms around my neck.

My hands go around her and I feel her tiny bum-cheeks, my hand
able to cover completely each one. We continue kissing and Chris
goes to the bathroom to see if Andy's alright. She's kissing me
back with her 10-year-old tongue and, surprisingly, she's turning
me on. I take her to the bed and lie her down on her back,
looking closely at the little bumps on her chest. I kiss one,
trying to take the whole little tit inside my mouth and she
moans, holding me tighter to her.

"Will you be my first?" she whispers and I think I haven't heard
her right. "Please?" she pleads, looking up at me with goofy
eyes. "I promise I won't tell anybody."

How can you resist a plea like that from a child so pretty? "It
might hurt a bit the first time, Julia," I tell her but she's not
dissuaded. "Do you want me to come inside you?" I ask gently and
she hugs me tight as she answers, "Oh yes, please," smiling
broadly at the prospect.

I kiss down her body, ending up at her tiny sex. Her tiny labia
are red from her brother's ministrations and I can see the tiny
clitoris peeping out from under its hood. I tease it with the tip
of my tongue and she wriggles as if she wants to escape but she's
pulling my head into her sex, forcing me to keep giving her
pleasure. She's panting and moaning, and my dick has become
extremely erect, pulsing in a dangerous fashion.

When I rise over her, she looks up at me with loving eyes,
trusting eyes, and I position my dick at her virgin hole.

Her brothers have come out of the bathroom and stand behind me,
watching what I'm doing to their little sister. Andy has put
straight his knickers and bra and Chris stands behind him, gently
fondling Andy through his knickers.

"Are you sure, Julia?" I ask, hoping that she doesn't change her
mind.

"Oh yes, John, I've always fancied you," and she grins up at me.

I push forward and the remnants of the Vaseline and my spunk make
the penetration easier. She's very tight, extremely tight and
small and it won't go in her. I try again and again and she's
starting to get upset.

"Let her go on top, John," I hear behind me and I follow the
advice Chris gives me.

Lying on my back, I get the little girl to straddle my belly and
she feels my knob at the entrance to her little hole.

"Push down onto it, Julia. Take it as easy as you like. No rush,"
I say and she smiles at me.

She grasps my dick and presents it to her hole, pushing down
firmly. Joy of joys, the knob slides in. A sharp intake of breath
indicates that this is a shock to her but she rallies and tries
to force more into herself. Then, of course, she comes to the
barrier, her hymen. She looks down at me, wondering what's
happened, why it's stopped. When I explain to her about her
virginity and that it needs to be broken, she's unsure but she
decides to go on anyway.

She pushes down violently and her hymen tears, and she feels for
the first time a dick filling up her love tunnel. Her mouth opens
in surprise at the wonderful feeling that travels through her
body and she stops for a second, overwhelmed. Then she pushes
down further until my pubic hair kisses her mons. My dick is
medium length for my age and not thick but her tiny pussy is like
a hot wet vice crushing it. Her arms go round my neck and she
kisses me, holding me ever so tight.

"I love you," she whispers and I'm embarrassed by it for some
reason.

"I love you too," I say and she smiles happily.

She lifts up gingerly, being careful not to let my dick come out
of her, and then she pushes down again, expelling the air from
her lungs as she feels my dick fill her vagina. She likes this
feeling and soon gets a rhythm going, riding me, and then she
falls on my chest, kissing me again, and I start to fuck her,
thrusting into her from beneath. Her brothers watch us, Chris
with his hand inside Andy's knickers, and Andy enjoying the
feeling of his brother's fingers and the cool feel of the
material on his skin.

Now that I've got my dick into her, I want to be on top, to fuck
her while she lies under me. I roll her over, holding her tight
so that we don't come apart and then I'm above her, looking down
into that pretty face. I fuck her, thrusting in and out of this
little girl, and her eyes pop over and over as she feels my dick
fill her up. She's so tight but she's wet, her juices lubricating
her love-tunnel as I drive back and forth.

I can't last long because the friction is stimulating me far too
much to be able to hold back. She's moaning, calling my name as I
make love to her, and her eyes roll up into her head. Her legs
are around my waist and she's pulling me into her with every
thrust, needing my stiff dick inside her.

My balls are boiling now and I feel the cum begin to rise. My
balls are tight against my groin, and I push one last time into
the pre-teen, holding myself tight against her sex as my cum
begins to shoot forth. She feels the jerking inside her pussy and
her eyes fly open as if in shock and she cries, "I can feel it! I
can feel it inside me!" as my dick pulses, shooting hot spunk
into the little girl's tight love-tunnel.

My body is all tensed up, stiff as a board, as my dick shoots
rope after rope of hot sperm into the child, bathing her womb
with the potent seed that would make her pregnant if she were
older. Thank God she's not! She can feel each spurt as it pumps
into her and she's holding me extra tight with her legs clamped
around my waist, not wanting me to escape or pull out of her
pussy early. She wants all my spunk, all that hot seed.

As the jerking of my dick diminishes, my body goes slack, and I
lower myself, holding my weight on my elbows so that I don't
crush her. She doesn't release me, still holding me tight with
her legs, and we rest as the final drops of spunk drain into her
receptive little pussy. She kisses me, whispering her love for me
over and over, and I have to say that I feel quite flattered by
her devotion to me.

The boys behind me have watched our coupling and Chris says,
glibly, "It's a good job she hasn't started her periods yet," and
then he laughs and I'm forced to join in. Andy hasn't a clue what
Chris is talking about but I have and I think it's funny too.

When Julia says, "What do you mean?"

Chris says, "Nothing really. It's just a joke," and he smiles at
his sister. "It's just that if you were having periods, you'd
need birth control."

"But I've had periods for the last 4 months," she says. "The last
one was 2 weeks ago."

Oh shit!!!!!!!!





Chapter 18

Mum's just asked me if I'll take a girl out, one of her friend's
nieces. She's 16, Mum says, and doesn't know anybody here being
as she's just arrived from Thailand. I'm about to protest about
the 2-year age difference when there's a knock at the door and
she goes to answer it. I hear some conversation but I can't catch
any of what's being said. When she comes back, she's accompanied
by Mrs. Cheung and an attractive girl who looks about 13. God,
she's pretty. I suppose this is her daughter.

"Hallo, John," says Mrs. Cheung, "this is Su Lee," and she brings
her forward so we can shake hands. "I wonder if you can do me a
big favour. Su Lee is visiting us from Thailand and I want her to
see the sights here in England. But in the evenings, we can't
really take her to discos and such. Would you mind taking her for
us? We'll pay, of course, but can you see that she has a good
time?"

Wow! Will I take out this attractive girl and get paid for it?
You bet I will. "Of course, Mrs. Cheung, I'd love to." Her
aunty’s face is wreathed in smiles but I don't see it because Su
Lee and I are looking each other over. Her long black hair shines
and her black eyes sparkle, and I'm captivated. Her slim frame is
pleasing to the eye and her tiny, almost non-existent tits push
out her T-shirt, but it's the tight jeans that show off her
boyish hips that takes my interest. Her pretty lips are full and
her teeth are white and even.

"Why don't you take Su Lee into the garden, John?" Mum says.
"I'll bring out some drinks."

As I let her walk in front of me, I'm watching her bum, so small
and taut as she moves. The back of her T-shirt shows no signs of
a bra beneath but if I'm not careful, I'll be showing signs of a
developing boner in my pants. We sit on a couple of chairs next
to the table and I talk to her.

"How long have you been here, Su Lee?" and she replies, "3 days,
John." Her voice is kind of sultry and she speaks with a Thai
accent. When I ask what she's seen so far, she goes through the
list but I'm watching her mouth more than I'm listening to what
she's saying. I think she's noticed because she's blushing but
it's hard to tell because her skin is a bit darker than mine.

Mum arrives with the drinks and announces that Mrs. Cheung is
leaving and Su Lee will stay to eat with us and she can stay
overnight. I'm pleased about that, not least because I'll get to
see her for longer before she has to go back to her aunty's.

"I'm 14," I say and then I rattle on about my what I do at school
and what I like to do in my spare time and then I wonder if I'm
being effusive and making myself look like a dick. I am of course
but she smiles and pretends interest in what I'm saying. I ask
about her and she tells me of her parents in Thailand and her two
older brothers. She's a cool girl, speaking in a very controlled
manner, not at all like me. I keep seeing that pink tongue as she
talks, the white teeth and those full lips. I could see myself
kissing those lips and I wonder what they would feel like trapped
in mine.

She tells me that she's not really interested in discos as her
aunty believes but she does like video games. This is my cue to
tell her about the new ones I've got and she sounds interested,
and we decide we'll play them after we've eaten.

I excuse myself and go to where Mum is busy in the kitchen.
"Mum," I whisper, "will Dad want to fuck me tonight?" and she
says that she doesn't know but if he does, she'll talk him into
doing me later, when Su Lee has gone home. Mum's hand goes to my
crotch and she feels my cock through my pants.

"Will Su Lee be getting this tonight?" she asks, feeling that
it's already semi-hard with me just talking to our visitor.

"Mum!" I say, pretending to be shocked by the suggestion. I'd
like to think so though.



After we've eaten, me and Su Lee help out with the washing up and
then we go upstairs to my room. Dad's gone into the living room
to watch TV and Mum's goes to join him.

Su Lee plays the game I show her and she's good at it. Her skill
and reactions are excellent and when it's my turn, I'm nowhere
near as good. When I pretend to sulk, she laughs and puts her
arms around me, pretending to comfort me, which makes us both
laugh. But there's something there, something that passes between
us. She's stood up behind my chair, her arms around my neck, and
I'm trembling at her touch.

I turn my head to look into her face and she's not laughing any
more. I stand and face her but I don't have the courage to make
the first move. She kisses me on the lips and I kiss her back,
tasting her lipstick. Her mouth opens and my tongue goes inside,
and I lick her white teeth and gums. Her arms are around my neck
and mine go around the slim waist, stroking the top of her
shapely buttocks.

She can't help but feel my cock stiffen because I'm against her
and there's nowhere to hide it. Her tongue enters my mouth and I
suck on it greedily, savouring the taste. When her hands move
down my back and she cups my bum-cheeks, I'm surprised but
delighted. I feel her hands stroke me, her fingers feeling for my
bum-crack through my jeans.

I'm feeling extremely hot now, but when I feel her hand work its
way to my crotch, I jump when she begins to feel my shaft. I
can't believe it! She's coming onto me! I bask in the feelings
she's giving me but then she whispers to me.

"Shall I suck, John? You like me suck?"

I'm speechless! This is mind-numbing! She takes my hesitation as
reluctance and she whispers in my ear, "It's alright, you know. I
do all time for father and brothers."

Jesus! I'm picturing it, this young girl surrounded by her dad
and 2 brothers, each with their cock held out for her to suck. My
dick is rock hard, stiff as a board as she continues to rub my
shaft, exciting me beyond endurance. I kiss her again,
aggressively this time, and her hand pressure increases on my
cock. I can't stand much more of this; she's going to make me cum
in my pants!

She falls to her knees and fiddles with the buttons and zip on my
jeans, eventually pulling down both jeans and underpants to my
ankles. Within seconds, my shoes and socks, together with my
jeans and undies are thrown aside and she studies my cock which
stands erect in front of her pretty face. She feels the
thickness, pressing to test the hardness in her hand, and she
says approvingly, "Like older brother's."

She stands and moves us towards the bed, lying on her back and
pulling me down to lie with her. Her eyes are fixed on my stiff
cock and she moves a hand down to fondle my ball-sac, moving my
balls around with her fingertips. My cock pulses with my
heartbeat as she stares at it hungrily and when a pearl of
pre-cum appears, she swipes her tongue over my knob, licking the
pearl away and swallowing it.

I quickly remove my T-shirt so that I'm naked and she takes hers
off too, displaying longish nipples on fleshy flat breasts. She
takes off her jeans too but leaves on her little white knickers.
Her lips go to my shaft and she runs them from base to knob and
back again. Those soft lips with pink lipstick move up and down,
her tongue tickling the skin as she licks. She opens her mouth
wide and her lips glide over the knob as she slides it in,
licking the frenulum with just the tip of her tongue. It's
driving me senseless and I'm moaning.

She rises up over me and offers the long nipples to me and I take
one, sucking and licking it until it's hard and standing erect.
Her tits are tiny but she squeezes her tit flesh behind the
nipple I'm sucking, seeming to want to squirt milk into my mouth.

"Father likes, brothers too," she says as I suck, and her hand
strokes my dick. "Suck hard, John. I like you suck hard," she
whispers and I'm glad to.

She's staying so calm through all this and I can't understand it.
I'm so worked up and she's smiling down at me, saying dirty
things that make me hotter. I'm pinching gently her other nipple,
flicking it occasionally with my fingertip and she sighs with
satisfaction.

"You want fuck, John?" she asks and I nod quickly, my mouth
occupied as it is with her nipple. "Okay," she says happily and
moves, pulling the nipple from my mouth. She lies on her belly,
her pert bum sticking up with her white knickers covering the
little bum-cheeks.

She lifts her hips as I pull down her knickers, bringing them all
the way to her ankles and then off her feet. Her legs come back
together and then I look at that sexy bum. I feel her up, opening
her cheeks with my fingers to see her little rosebud, so pinky
brown and crinkled. I have to taste it and I move down to run the
tip of my tongue around her anus, making her moan. I manage to
get it inside, tasting her funkiness, and she opens her legs so
that I can get further up inside her. This allows my mouth to go
right up against her bum-hole and my tongue reaches further into
her rectum. She enjoys the tongue-fucking I'm giving her and
she's calling out something in Thai but I don't know what it is.
What I do recognise is the display of pleasure she's making.

I'm going to lick her pussy in a minute, taste the juice from her
little cunt. Meanwhile, I'll just work my hand underneath her
bum-hole and feel if she's wet. She's got to be wet, what with
all the arousal I seem to be giving her. Suddenly I stop
tongue-fucking her. She has a pair of balls!

I turn her over and I'm looking at a cute pair of balls and a
3-inch dick! And it's hard! What the fuck?

She looks up into my face and she says simply, "You like?" The
thing is, I like, I like it very much.

My mouth is opening and closing so I resemble a goldfish but I
can't take my eyes off her sex. It's beautiful, so sexy, and I
want to suck it, to taste her wonderful little dick. She puts her
hand behind my head and pulls it gently to her cock and I kiss it
with reverence. It's knob is shiny, so inviting, and I touch it
with the tip of my tongue. She jumps at my touch, her little dick
lurching at the contact.

She opens her legs really wide and my hand goes down to feel the
little balls in their sac, fondling the small eggs that move
around inside. Her dick is the thickness of my thumb and 3-inches
long and I slip my lips over the knob and slide it into my mouth,
going down the whole way till I feel her sparse pubic hair
tickling my nose. I taste her salty pre-cum on my tongue and
savour it before swallowing. I leave her gorgeous sex because I
want to kiss her.

"Su Lee," I whisper hoarsely. "Why didn't you tell me?" and I
kiss her full soft lips before she can answer, thrusting my
tongue inside her mouth. She sucks it hard, pulling it further
in, and my hands go to her tiny tits, feeling the firm flesh. I'm
turned on, absolutely excited and aroused by this lovely
creature. I'm intoxicated by her beauty, drunk on love for her,
and she wants me, needs my sex.

"John, suck, please, you suck?" she says and she pulls my head
down again to her crotch. I take her 3 inches into my mouth and
suck gently, playing with her little balls. She moans and her
hands stroke my head, and her fingers play with my hair as I
worship her little cock. My sucking is making her wriggle, the
sensations obviously making her unable to lie still as I pleasure
her. Her moaning becomes louder and her dick harder as she begins
fucking movements, thrusting her dick back and forth in my mouth.

Her hips come off the bed as she fucks my mouth and I want her to
cum, to feel her jerk in my mouth. She's moaning, panting, making
little throaty noises as she fucks me and I'm starting to make
humming noises too as I feel her little cock hitting the entrance
to my throat. She becomes aggressive in her passion and my head
bobs to her thrusting, and I just love her vigour, thrilling to
her assertive manner as she fucks me. She's become the male now,
fucking her young female, and I wait expectantly for her seed to
shoot into me.

Her dick goes one more time to the back of my throat and she
holds it there, her hips a foot off the bed, and I feel the
expansion of her knob as it jerks for the first time and hot
spunk is shot into my throat. She cums in my throat, spurting her
spunk straight down my gullet and I swallow the viscous
outpouring, waiting for the next and the next. Her hands hold my
head like a vice as she unloads her little balls into me,
spurting her spunk into her girl's pussy.

I feel her dick pulsing as she shoots, and the heat of the her
spunk as it slides down my throat, heading for my stomach. 'Yes,
Su Lee, fuck me, fuck me!' is going through my head and when the
jerking of her little dick stops, I'm disappointed, sorry that
there's no more to come. Her hips fall back to the bed and I
follow in order to keep that dick in my mouth. I keep sucking,
hoping to get the last dribbles on my tongue because I want to
taste her spunk.

She's panting still and her eyes are closed, and I do so want to
kiss her lips again. I reluctantly leave her dick and move to lie
next to her, and she cuddles me, stroking my face as we kiss. I
play with her dick as we kiss and feel the wetness with my
fingers. It's slippery and I want to taste it, to taste her seed,
so I go down again to suck her wetness into my mouth, letting my
tongue savour her flavour. She tastes so good!

When I come back to her side, she smiles at me and says softly,
"First time." When I ask what she means, she says, "First time
somebody suck Su Lee."

I have to ask about her father and her brothers. She replies,
"Father and brothers fuck Su Lee. Su Lee suck father and
brothers. Nobody suck Su Lee."

I'm stunned by this revelation and I ask why. "Man not suck dick
in Thailand. Girl suck dick," and she says this as a matter of
fact rather than with any animosity. "Thankyou, John, for suck
dick. Lovely," she says and she holds me tight to show her
appreciation. This amazing lovely girl has captured my heart with
her selflessness and I do so want to please her.

"You have hard dick," she announces. "You want suck or fuck? I do
anything for you." Jesus, isn't she lovely!

"What do you like best?" I ask and she says with a grin, "Suck or
fuck. I like them same."

I reach around and touch her little bum-hole, and she smiles. She
goes down on me, sliding my cock into her mouth and licking the
knob and particularly the pee-slit. My pre-cum is pouring onto
her tongue and she's spreading it around my knob. Her lips travel
the length of my shaft and I'm surprised when my whole length
disappears into her mouth. How does she do that? When I try that,
I always end up gagging. My knob is actually down her throat! How
does she breathe when she does that? Her nose is in my pubic
hair, smelling the scent of my maleness, and her fingers are
pulling on my ball-sac, playing with my testicles.

When she judges that I'm ready, she releases me and gets onto all
fours with her legs open wide on the bed. Her head goes down onto
the pillow and she pushes her bum up into the air. The pink brown
pucker draws me to it and I use my tongue to lick around it,
making her sigh. I force the tip inside and tongue-fuck her funky
hole, playing with her balls with my free hand. They're smaller
than mine but exquisite and hairless. Her father must shave her,
I guess.

The jar of Vaseline is just within my reach on my bedside cabinet
and I grab it, scooping out a good amount and applying it
liberally around and inside her little bum-hole. Two of my
fingers go inside her and she doesn't even tense up and then I
remember. Her dad and brothers must have been fucking her every
day so she's used to it.

I place my dick at her hole and she braces herself, ready for the
onslaught of yet another dick. When I push in, she pushes out and
my knob slides in with no difficulty. When I press steadily, she
accepts my whole shaft with no anxious moments to worry about.
I'm up to the hilt inside this gorgeous sexy girl and her muscles
are holding my cock surprisingly tightly.

She begins to move back and forth, sucking my dick with her
sphincter, and I hold her slim hips so that I don't overbalance.
She's loving me with her bum, making me aroused with her sexy
movements. I look down to see where my dick joins her body and
her anal ring is pressed tight around my dick, sucking with every
movement that she makes. I'm going to cum inside her; I can't
stop it. She's much too sexy for me to try and hold back the
torrent that I know will begin soon.

I'm panting now, feeling my balls pulling up into my groin, and I
shout, "Su Lee, I'm cumming!" and she feels my dick jerk
violently inside her rectum. She cries out, "Fuck me, John!" and
I shoot my sperm into her, up into her rectum, spraying the walls
with my white hot spunk. My arms go round her waist as I fall
onto her back and I fuck some more, pumping more of my baby-juice
into her. My dick pulses with each spurt, filling her, filling
her up with my seed.

Su Lee stays still as she accepts my outpourings, feeling the hot
viscous liquid as it's pumped into her. She uses her muscles to
milk me, to force out every drop of my spunk until she's sure I
have given her everything, until I've emptied my balls
completely. When the jerking of my dick has stopped, her muscles
continue to coax out the dribbles from my spent dick, acting like
a wanking machine that's still running. Once she's sure she has
every sperm out of my balls, she collapses onto her belly and I
go down with her, covering her body with my own.

"Oh Su Lee, you're wonderful," I say and she smiles.

"You wonderful too," she says. "You make Su Lee feel good. Good
lover."

I don't know what to say to her but I do want to kiss her full
lips again so I withdraw my dick carefully and we turn towards
each other. I kiss her and this time it's gently, no passion,
just gentle love. We rest, caressing each other's skin with our
fingertips, coming down from the heights we've climbed while
we've pleasured each other. I feel so right with this girl; no
awkwardness, no embarrassment.

However, the fact has to be faced. She isn't a girl, she's a boy,
but a very attractive one. I just can't get used to the idea
though. She's a beautiful girl and I can't see her any other way.
The fact that she has a lovely dick is an incredible bonus and I
could never see myself tiring from playing with it or sucking it.
She's sexy, very sexy, and I can't get over how much I'm
attracted to her.

My musings have to stop though when she needs to go to the
bathroom so I release her and show her the way. I take this
opportunity to go downstairs to get us some drinks and I
encounter Mum in the kitchen who studies my nakedness. Dad's
still watching TV so he can't hear us talking.

"Mum," I say, "she's just wonderful!" and Mum gives me the
knowing smile.

"Yes," she says, "We could hear you from down here. It got your
dad quite worked up. How did you like the surprise she had for
you?"

"How did you know?" I ask, mystified that Mum could possibly have
known about Su Lee.

"Simple," she says. "Females don't have an Adam's apple." How
come mums always know things?

"Does Dad know?" I ask and she replies that he does.

"He quite fancies her himself," she says.

"Her dad and brothers do her all the time," I tell her and when
she asks if Su Lee likes it, I tell her yes.

"I wonder if she'd like Dad to do her," she says, musing at the
possibility.

"Mum!" I say, shocked at her suggestion. However, I've got to
agree that it sounds promising.

Once the drinks are in my hand, I go back upstairs and she's just
coming back from the bathroom. She accepts the Coke gratefully
and we lie next to each other, talking. She tells me of her dad
and brothers, and how she likes them to do her every day. She
misses them since she's been here and can't wait to get back and
have them take care of her needs once more.

I come clean and tell her what goes on in our house, how Mum
likes me to let Dad fuck me and call me Joanna while he fucks me
when I'm wearing knickers. She's enthralled by this and wants all
the details, asking me to get some of Mum's knickers so she can
see me in them. I go to Mum's drawers and choose a silky pair
which I slip on and go back to my room for Su Lee to see.

"Oh John, you so beautiful in girls' panties," she says. "I see
now why father want you. Father is big, handsome."

"He likes you too," I say. "He thinks you are sexy," and she
laughs. "He wants me tonight," I say, "but I think he would
rather have you," and I laugh but she's stopped laughing.

"I do it for you, John. You want me to?" she asks and I nod,
looking sheepishly at her. "OK, John. I do it. You come watch?"
she asks and I nod again. "Good," she says happily, "I want you
watch us."

When Mum and Dad come upstairs, I nip into the bathroom and fill
Mum in with what Su Lee has said. She's delighted and goes in to
update Dad on who is to be his sex companion for tonight. After
another five minutes, Mum comes into my room and sees us both in
our knickers and tells us how pretty we both look. Then she leads
us into their bedroom.

Dad is lying there naked and Su Lee's eyes open wide when she
sees the size of his cock. Dad almost always likes me on all
fours to fuck me so when the time comes, Su Lee will get into
that position ready for him. Meantime, Su Lee and I parade
ourselves in front of him, letting him see our sexy bodies clad
in only our knickers. His eyes are fixed on Su Lee and she does
some bending over so he can see her bottom better. Mum watches
from the sidelines, now naked, and her hand is stroking her sex
lips.

We go together, Su Lee and I, to sit next to Dad on the bed and
take his large cock between us, licking it eand alternately
feeling his large balls. Su Lee's very impressed by his size and
constantly feels his girth with her hand while taking his large
knob into her mouth. He plays with our bottoms, caressing the
material of the knickers we are wearing, and I kiss his mouth
tenderly, opening my lips so that he can thrust his thick tongue
into my mouth.

He's aroused and I know he wants some boy-pussy so I arrange
myself on my back with Su Lee above me on her hands and knees in
a 69. Dad comes up behind her, moves the gusset of her knickers
to one side and licks her little bum-hole, tickling it with the
tip of his tongue. I'm underneath Su Lee, her hard dick in my
mouth and I'm sucking her and feeling her little balls. She in
turn has moved the crotch of my knickers to one side too and her
hot wet mouth is making my dick very stiff.

Mum comes up to Dad with the Vaseline jar open and he scoops out
a generous amount to spread around Su Lee's tiny anus. When he
puts two of his thick fingers into her, he's pleasantly surprised
to find that they slide in easily. He presses the large knob to
her sphincter and she pushes out so that he can enter her. The
large knob slides inside and there's a sharp intake of breath as
she feels her hole stretch far beyond what she's been used to. He
holds her hips tight so she can't move away and then he thrusts
into her.

He pushes all the way in, moaning, "Su Lee! Su Lee!" as he feels
her tightness. The friction caused by her hot wet tightness is
having an effect on Dad and he's panting in no time, telling her
how tight it feels, how lovely her bottom is. Her dick is
producing pre-cum and I'm licking it all, tasting the saltiness.
My mouth goes to her little balls and I take them into my mouth,
letting my tongue lick each one.

Dad's getting a bit more aggressive now, fucking her in long
strokes and almost knocking her down with his thrusting. Su Lee
moans but I don't know if it's me or Dad who's causing it. I'm
sucking harder now and I feel her dick jerk and her spunk begins
to be pumped into my mouth. I swallow gob after gob and it's hot,
salty and a bit fishy tasting. She's ejaculating her seed into me
and the feeling's quite exquisite.

Dad begins to bellow, "Su Lee, it's coming!" and she jerks as she
feel the first shot of Dad's spunk go up her bottom. He's fucking
her, pumping her bottom full of his hot seed, and her muscles are
working their magic on him, making him yield every last sperm to
her. He's filling her, spurting large amounts of baby-juice
inside her, spraying the walls of her rectum with his hot spunk.
She remains in place, waiting for him to finish breeding her.

Her sucking is having the desired effect on me too and I feel my
balls pull up into my groin as I begin to fill her mouth. She's
licking as the spunk shoots out, trying to capture as much as she
can but a lot is falling from her mouth and soaking my shaft and
pubic hair.

Mum's there in an instant, helping Su Lee to lick up her son's
spunk while her fingers move rapidly over her clitoris to bring
her to orgasm. At last, her teeth clench and she begins to
shudder, her cum-juice soaking her fingers as her she rides the
waves of the orgasm crashing over her. She's on her knees,
trembling with the intensity of her cum, licking up her son's cum
along with his girlfriend.

Dad pulls slowly out of Su Lee's bottom, looking at the gaping
hole he's made. Her bum-hole gapes wide and he can see the red
flesh of her rectum and the sphincter that no longer keeps her
hole closed tight. He can't resist a lick and he pushes the tip
of his tongue in, trying to get a taste of his own seed. She
reacts to this with another moan and she hopes he'll keep doing
it.

However, after only a minute, he rolls off his lover and rests
beside us, watching as Mum finishes cleaning me up. He likes to
watch Mum doing sex stuff with me but there's a new member in our
group and he's terribly keen on feeling her up. He feels her
little dick with his big fingers and I'm pretty sure he'd like to
taste her but there's no room at the moment, bunched up as we
are.

Mum joins Dad on the bed and Su Lee and I are invited to lie each
side of Mum. Su Lee lies between Mum and Dad and he takes the
opportunity to play with her body. He likes her white knickers
and can't resist reaching inside and fondling her little dick.
She is duly appreciative of her good fortune and sighs when he
cups her entire sex in his big hand.

Mum offers her long nipples to me and Su Lee and we take them
between our lips, sucking hungrily as Mum breast-feeds us. Su Lee
holds my hand as we suckle together, and we lie contentedly,
squeezing each other's hand as we feed. Mum's hands hold us both
to her breasts and she occasionally moves a stray strand of hair
from our brows as Dad watches her, his hand still in Su Lee's
knickers.

He knows that once we've gone to our own room, he'll be alone
with Mum and he'll fuck her half of the night, making her cum
time after time, and thanking her profusely for arranging things
as she does. He loves her so much and I have to say that I'm
happy about that.

I cuddle up to Su Lee in my bed, spooning behind her, my hand on
her little dick, and I kiss her shoulder. My dick is in the
crease of her bottom, not hard now, but in the morning, I'm sure
she'll want me to push it up inside her and I'm sure I'll be able
to manage that. It's a pity that she going back to Thailand in 3
days.

Oh and I don't have to worry about little Julia; I didn't make
her pregnant after all. However, Chris had to worry about her
later. She finished up giving birth to her brother's baby
daughter before she reached 14. They invited me to be the baby's
godfather. C'est la vie!



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