MY LITTLE DICK


                                               by John P

                                          Copyright© 2011



Chapter 1

The other boys in my class at school always sniggered at me when
we had to go into the showers after a gym lesson. They laughed
and pointed and I always felt miserable when they made fun of me.
In my class, the boys were mostly 12, although a couple of them
were 13.

When I looked around in the showers, I saw all their dicks and I
was envious of their sizes. My own little dick was 1" long but it
increased in length to 2" when I played with it in bed at nights.
The boys in my class had much longer and thicker dicks than me
and the fact that most had some hair around their genitals, even
if only a little, just confirmed that they were more masculine
than I was.

Sometimes, when I looked in the mirror, my childish feminine face
looked back at me and I began to feel that I would stay this way
forever. I wore my hair longer than the other boys and they
teased me mercilessly about it, calling me nasty names and saying
how much like a girl I looked. The odd thing was though that out
on the street, men would look at me kind of strangely but never
with a sneering expression, unlike the boys in my class. I
couldn't fathom why they looked at me at all; after all, I was
insignificant in the world of masculinity.

There was to be a change in my life though and that was brought
about by a boy at school whom I worshipped. He was called Mike
Connor and he was more handsome than anyone I knew. At 15 years
old, he was adored by all the girls and they would try their best
to get him to notice them. They hung around him and I have to
admit that I hung around him too, every chance I got. He was nice
to all the girls and when he wanted to free himself from their
attentions, he did it in a way so that none of them felt
rejected.

He was 5'10" and built solidly, his arm and thigh muscles
rippling as he moved in his gym shorts. His legs were hairy as
were his fore-arms and he was often the subject of my fantasies
when alone in my bed at night. I would play with my hard 2" dick
and fantasise about how he would look naked and when my good
feeling came, I imagined him cuddling me as I shook with the
orgasm I had induced.

One day after school, Mike was standing by the phone-box around
the corner from the school and when I approached, he asked if I
had any change. I managed to find a couple of coins and handed
them over, and when I did, he smiled broadly at me and suddenly I
was on cloud nine. I waited as he called his father and when he
came out of the phone box, he asked where I lived. When I told
him, he said his dad would give me a lift home and the money back
that I had given him. I blushed beet-red and said it was OK about
the money but I secretly wanted to be with him in his dad's car.

While waiting for his dad to arrive, he asked me my name and I
responded shyly, "John."

He asked who my friends were and when I said that I didn't have
any, he grinned and said, "You've got me as a friend if you
want." My heart soared and I wanted to hug him but I didn't dare
to; he would have probably called me names like the boys in my
class. He kept smiling as he talked and I was so busy watching
his mouth moving that I was taking no notice at all of what he
was actually saying.

My mind snapped back suddenly to what he was saying and I thought
that I had misheard him. "What?" I said.

"I said do you like girls or boys best?" he repeated and I
blushed, unable to answer him. "Girls are a pain sometimes," he
went on. "It's much easier getting on with boys, isn't it?" and I
nodded agreement although I was thinking about the cruelty of my
class-mates.

He was full of confidence in a way that I wasn't and as we
chatted, I found little to say. I was in awe of him and the fact
that he even wanted to speak to me at all made me feel grateful.

"I like your hair," he said. "I wish my dad would let me grow
mine as long as yours."

I blushed again, feeling the heat in my face, and when he said,
"I think you look good," my blushing became even more obvious. I
looked away and he asked, "Have I upset you?"

"No," I said, turning my face to look at him. "It's just...
that... the boys in my class..." and then I couldn't continue.

"What about them?" he asked and his voice suddenly became harder.
"Are they saying or doing things to you? Tell me, John."

I was almost in tears as I explained, "They keep making fun of
my... you know... it's only small."

He looked around and then pulled me into a space behind the
phone-box, in the bushes.

"Tell me who's doing it, John. I hate bullies." His tone was
angry then, and he pulled me to him when he saw I was going to
burst into tears and he held me.

It was too late. I started sobbing like a girl and I felt so
ashamed. He was a foot taller than me and my head was against his
chest as he held me. Both his arms were around me and he was
trying to calm me by whispering, "It's alright, John. Shush now.
Don't get upset." One hand went up and began to stroke my hair
and he started to kiss the top of my head in an effort to comfort
me.

He was calming me in one way but my body was reacting in quite
the opposite way. My dick was hardening against him and I tried
to pull away from him so that he wouldn't know of my arousal but
he held me tighter, still kissing my head to stop my tears.

"I'm sorry," I sobbed, looking up into his face and then he
kissed my cheek.

"There, John, it's alright," he whispered. "You're safe now."

My arms were around his waist and he held me so close that I
swear I could feel the bulge of his cock against my belly. I
started to feel ashamed again as I realised that his cock must be
massive inside his pants. My little stiffy was nothing compared
to his and then I realised that he was much older than me and of
course he would be bigger.

It must have been in his consciousness too because he asked
gently, "Does the size of your dick really bother you?" and when
I nodded, he said, "It shouldn't, John. It will grow. You're only
12 so you have ages to go yet."

He smiled at me again and I felt my tears begin to recede but I
held onto him still and he seemed to want to keep comforting me.

"My dick was small too when I was 12. You should see how it's
grown," and then he suddenly realised what he had said. "I
mean..." and I saw for the first time awkwardness appear on his
face. "I didn't mean..." and his face flushed.

Upset though I was, I wanted to see it. "Can I, Mike? Can I see
it?" I was trembling as I asked, waiting for him to be annoyed or
to push me away but he didn't. He considered for a few seconds
and then said earnestly, "OK but you can't tell anybody, John.
Agreed?" and I nodded.

He stepped back from me, pulled down his zip and loosened his
pants at the waist. He took my hand and put it inside his pants.
My hand shook as my fingers touched the long thick cock that
stood erect inside his underpants, tenting them out obscenely. I
felt the long shaft, stroking it up and down and marvelling at
the size of the monster.

Mike shuddered as my fingers played along the bulge in the fabric
which hid his cock and he sighed audibly. When he took his pants
and underwear into both hands and pulled them down, I stifled a
cry as his beautiful big organ was revealed.

It was more than 5" of thick cock and I could not tear my eyes
away from it. Even though it was erect, almost an inch of loose
foreskin was gathered beyond the large knob and my shaking hand
reached out to grasp his shaft. It was so hard and hot, so silky
to my touch, and when I moved my hand gently back and forth, the
foreskin slid easily so that his large dark red knob was
revealed. I could feel his heartbeat as the monster pulsed
rhythmically in the palm of my hand and I knew at once that I
wanted more.

Mike whispered to me then. "Take your pants down, John. I want to
touch you," and I did so immediately, forgetting for the minute
the shame I felt about my tiny dick. When my pants and undies
were around my ankles, Mike's hand cupped my dick and balls and
he whispered, "It's beautiful, John. Really nice."

My anxiety gone about what he would think of my little pick, I
brought my hand to his cock and I began to move his foreskin back
and forth again in a wanking motion. His fingers were playing
with my little stiffy and when he fondled my tiny balls, I felt
as I had never felt before. No boy had ever touched me until now
and the fact that it was Mike doing it to me was all I could have
ever hoped for.

"Can I suck it, John?" he asked and I was stunned. A boy such as
Mike wanted to suck my tiny cock? While I was reeling from the
shock, he knelt down before me and took my little shaft between
his lips. His breath was hot against my groin and the exquisite
feeling I experienced just then made me weak and I almost fell.

His tongue played around my little knob and my hands went to each
side of his head. This almost-man was tonguing my dick and making
me have the most exciting feelings of my entire brief life and
when he slid his lips down the whole 2" of my shaft, I knew
straight away that I loved him. As his fingers came between my
legs to play with my little balls, I move my legs further apart
to make it easier and when he moved his hand further between my
legs and touched my bum-hole, I nearly went wild. He was pushing
against the hole, trying to get a finger up my bottom. I was
becoming dizzy because of all the hot feelings that he was giving
me and I wondered briefly if it was all a dream.

He moved his head back and forth, sucking and licking as he did
it, and while he licked the underside of my dick, he managed to
penetrate my bottom with a finger. When I felt my bum-hole give
way and his finger entered, I almost cried out. He pushed it deep
inside, and when he got to a certain point, I felt my dick jolt
inside his mouth. What was he doing to me? What was happening
inside me that made my dick pulse?

His finger moved up and down inside me and he kept touching that
same spot. I was feeling weird but in a good way, a very good
way. My breathing began to quicken and I felt that something was
going to happen but I didn't what it would be. Then I did. I was
going to cum. I could only make thin clear liquid when I came in
my bed at home and I suddenly became afraid that I would do
something to disgrace myself in front of Mike. That clear stuff
would go into Mike's mouth! Oh God! No! Don't let it happen!

I couldn't help it. I was so far gone that I couldn't help
myself. I groaned as I got the feeling and my dick jerked in his
mouth. I was cumming and I couldn't stop it! Mike sucked greedily
just then and held my bottom so that I would not pull away and it
was then that I realised that he wanted me to cum in his mouth,
that he wanted my little cum-juice. My dick pulsed several times
and then it stopped. Why did he do it? He must have known that I
couldn't stop cumming in his mouth.

As my dick softened in his mouth, he pulled his finger from my
bottom and he began to lick my little dick clean. He looked up at
me and I half-expected that he might be mad but he smiled, licked
his lips and whispered, "That tasted nice, John."

I didn't know what to say. What DO you say to a wonderfully
handsome boy who has just given you the most pleasurable five
minutes of your life?

When he stood, I saw the monster between his legs and I wanted to
touch it again. My hand grasped the thick shaft and I began to
wank him, this time in earnest. His long foreskin moved along the
length of his stiff cock and I loved watching his big knob appear
and then disappear. A clear liquid oozed from his pee-slit and it
was then that it clicked. This was the same stuff that I produced
when I had my orgasm so I figured that if he could take my stuff
in his mouth, I could take his and so I knelt before him and
touched the tip of my tongue to his knob.

The stuff was salty and not at all unpleasant and each time I
brought his foreskin forward, the tip of my tongue was covered
with his loose skin. It felt weird but exciting. His hands went
to each side of my head and he held me gently in place as I
licked around his big knob. It was so big that I thought maybe I
couldn't get it into my mouth but I found that when I opened my
mouth wide, there was enough room to take it in.

My mouth was full once the knob was inside and I knew it would be
impossible to take any of his long shaft so I sucked on his knob,
hoping that perhaps he would forgive me for not taking his whole
5" into my mouth. I used my tongue to lick the underside of his
knob, to lick that bit which was most sensitive just underneath
the head.

When I looked up to see if what I was doing was pleasing him, he
was looking down at me and smiled. "It feels great, John," he
whispered and I swelled with pride and continued to lick and suck
him.

He had a thatch of dark pubic hair and when I moved my hand down
to feel his balls, I found his ball-sac covered with hair too.
His balls felt large in my hand and were heavy as I hefted each
one and moved them around in their bag. Here was a man, a real
man and I was the luckiest boy on God's earth to be able to
please him.

Twenty seconds later, I sensed that something was happening when
I felt his big knob suddenly expand. He groaned and held my head
tightly and I felt something warm and creamy begin to fill my
mouth.

'He's cumming! He's cumming in my mouth!' My thoughts made me
panic and I tried to pull away from him, to take his cock out of
my mouth, but he held me there firmly. I could feel his hot spunk
gathering at the entrance to my throat and my airway was cut off.
'I'm going to die!' was my next thought and I swallowed then and
suddenly my airway was open again.

His knob jerked over and over and I swallowed again when I felt
his spunk pooling again at the back of my throat. Suddenly,
instead of trying to escape, I found myself clutching his
buttocks, my finger-nails almost puncturing his flesh as he
filled me with his love-juice. His hands released their grip on
my head and then he was stroking my hair and his fingers began to
play with my ears.

I stayed there, on my knees, and enjoyed the taste and feel of
his cock in my mouth. The jerking had stopped and my tongue now
licked the pee-slit which had delivered so much of his love-juice
into my willing mouth. There must have been more drops of his
salty spunk oozing from his cock because I'm sure I tasted it on
my tongue.

When I looked up into his eyes, he was already watching me and
when he whispered, "I love you, John," I melted. This boy, this
man, loved me and I was sure I would never feel like this again.

I pulled him towards me and suddenly I choked as his cock hit the
back of my throat. He pulled back, brought me to my feet and
suddenly his lips were on mine and his tongue was forcing its way
between my lips and into my mouth. My arms went around his neck
and I was kissing him back, sucking on his tongue. Then I felt
his tongue licking my teeth and gums and I realised that he was
tasting his own spunk which coated the inside of my mouth.

His arms were around me too, caressing my bare bottom, and then
he ran a finger between my buttocks and touched my bum-hole. It
was electric and I automatically pushed my bottom out further so
that he might push it inside me.

"We really have to go, boys," came a soft voice and we both
jumped. His father, leaning against the side of the phone-box,
had been watching us for at least 5 minutes.

I was red-faced as I came to my senses and tried to say
something, to make an excuse, to apologise. My stammering amused
Mike's father and now he could see my little dick, he said
softly, "I can see why Mike wanted you. You're really cute." It
was then that I saw the tent in his pants! I looked from there to
Mike and he grinned as he started to pull up his pants.

"Dad's cool, John. He likes cute boys too," and he grinned again.

As I pulled up my own pants, my trembling hands just wouldn't
work right and my fingers were totally unable to fasten my belt
or pull up my zip but Mike's dad was there and he sank to his
knees in an instant to help me. As his fingers worked on
fastening my pants, one hand moved round behind me and he fondled
my bottom.

I was embarrassed that we had been caught but I was beginning to
like the fingers which now caressed me and I didn't mind at all
that his other hand was now stroking the front of my pants and
making my dick go hard again. Then Mike took my face in his hands
and kissed me again as his father's hands became more familiar
with my body. When Mike's father stood again, he turned me to him
and his tongue went between my lips and he tasted too his son's
spunk in my mouth.

Without thinking about it, my arms went around his neck and I
kissed him back and then Mike was behind me, forcing his body
against me. I was in a sandwich, a man in front of me with his
stiff cock pressing into my belly and his son behind me, his cock
also beginning to harden again. They wanted me! They both wanted
me!

We cuddled for only a minute before Mike's father said, "We'd
better get out of here before somebody catches us," and we walked
to the end of the street to where the car was parked.

On the way home, Mike's dad watched in the interior mirror as his
son molested me on the back seat but it couldn't last long
because all too soon we were entering the street where I lived.
As I got out of the car, Mike's dad handed me a card and said,
"If you want to see me or Mike again, give us a call. We'd both
like to see YOU again, wouldn't we, Mike?" and they both grinned.

That night, in my bed, I went through the events that had begun
to change my life. My hero and his father both wanted me, I knew,
and the next time that the boys in my class teased me about my
little 1" dick, I would smile to myself and ignore them. How many
of them would have men who loved them like I had?

The picture in my head in bed that night as I masturbated was of
father and son making love to me and I concentrated on the image
of Mike's dad filling my mouth with hot spunk and, as I came, I
wondered how it would feel to have several inches of stiff cock
pushed up my bum.





Chapter 2

When I woke the next morning, my hand went down to my stiff
little dick and, as I stroked it, my mind went again to Mike and
his father. They had both kissed me and I relived the feeling of
their tongues in my mouth and a kind of warmth went through me at
the memory.

My thoughts turned to Mike and his big cock, the knob of which
had tasted so good as it filled my mouth with his hot spunk.
Wasn't that what boys did to their girlfriends? What men did to
their wives? Was I his girlfriend now? He said he wanted me again
but did he really mean it? He couldn't be gay because he was too
manly but I couldn't get out of my mind that he had knelt before
me and sucked my dick. What did that mean? Maybe it didn't count.
I had heard of men and boys kissing and licking girls' cunts. It
must have been that. I told myself that Mike had kissed my cunt.

With my legs open wide, I began to wank my stiff 2" dick in
earnest with my finger and thumb and soon I was panting as I felt
the familiar tingling in my belly and soon I was trembling. My
hips began to buck and I watched again as the clear stuff pumped
out of my pee-slit and splashed onto my flat belly. I continued
to stroke my dick but I had to stop within seconds because it was
so sensitive and began to hurt.

I examined the little pool of clear slime on my belly, running my
fingers through it and feeling how slippery it was and the urge
to taste it became stronger. I brought my fingertips to my mouth
and touched the tip of my tongue to them. This was what Mike had
tasted when I had cum in his mouth. It was salty but not at all
unpleasant, but it tasted very different to the hot spunk which
my boyfriend had pumped into my mouth.

'Oh Mike, when will you do it to me again? I'll do anything you
want, anything at all.' My feelings for Mike were taking me over
again and I promised myself that I would stop thinking like this.
It suddenly occurred to me that the girls who surrounded him at
school were probably prepared to do exactly the same as me to get
him into their beds. I couldn't let that happen.

I went downstairs in my underpants as usual to find Dad was busy
in the kitchen, making our breakfast. His name is Jack and he's
36. "Morning," he said quite cheerily. "Did you sleep OK?" He was
frying sausages, eggs and bacon, and the smell of it was making
me really hungry.

"Yes, Dad," I said, "I slept really well." He was in his
underpants too and I found myself looking at his bottom as he
cooked our meal. 'He has tight buttocks,' I thought and I flushed
deeply as I realised that I was fancying my own dad. 'What are
you making me do, Mike?' I thought, trying to hide my growing
erection. Sat at the table, I could see from behind that the
bulge of Dad's balls between his legs were snuggled into his
underpants and for the first time ever, I wondered about the size
of his cock. Was it like Mike's? Or bigger? Why am I constantly
thinking about size?

When he turned round to put a plate of bread on the table, I
expected to see a large bulge in the front of his underpants and,
to be honest, I was disappointed at what I saw. I quickly looked
away so that he wouldn't catch me watching him and I think I got
away with it but it didn't stop me from watching him out of the
corner of my eye as he sorted out the table. He was small, much
smaller than Mike, and I thought maybe his cock became really big
when he played with it. 'Jesus! I'm thinking about Dad wanking
now!'

I did my best after that to not watch Dad's crotch as he moved
about the kitchen but I couldn't shake the thoughts that kept
popping into my head. 'Have I got my little dick from you, Dad?
Is it genetic? Did you have a boyfriend at school like me? Did
you suck a boy's dick too? Did you get excited like me? Can I see
it, Dad?' These thoughts had to stop or I would do something
silly and embarrass myself!

As we ate, I was checking out Dad's chest, particularly his long
nipples. Looking down at my own, I compared them and could see
that although mine were smaller, they were a bit longer than
those of the boys I had seen in the showers at school. Did that
mean anything? Probably not. He only had a few chest hairs, 5 or
6, and I wondered if I would stay fee of hair forever or if I
might get some when I got older.

"Is everything alright, John?" Dad asked and I woke from my
thoughts with a start.

"Yes, sure," I lied and then Dad went on, "You seem a bit
preoccupied."

How could I tell him what I had done with Mike and his father? He
would have been appalled... wouldn't he? Dare I say something? My
mind was in a whirl and I didn't know what to do. I had always
been straight with Dad and he's always answered my questions when
I'd asked them, but this... this was something from an entirely
different league.

"Tell me, John. Tell me what's bothering you. You know I'll
understand, don't you?" When I looked into his eyes, I saw the
gentleness there that was always present and after looking down
at my plate again for a few seconds, I blurted it out.

"I kissed a boy at school!" I waited for his anger or some sign
of disgust but none came. Instead he just looked at me with his
gentle eyes before he spoke.

"There's nothing wrong with kissing anybody, John," he said
gently and he placed his hand on top of mine.

"But isn't it wrong to kiss a boy... or a man?" I asked, waiting
for him to tell me that sometimes it was. He took my hand in his
and then looked me square in the face and asked softly, "Do you
think it's wrong?" and I shook my head. "Well then, it can't be
wrong, can it?" His hand came to my face and he stroked my cheek
and his gentleness almost made me cry.

Seeing me on the verge of being upset, he pulled on my hand and I
was suddenly standing in front of him, between his open legs. His
arms went around my waist and he began to kiss my chest, saying
softly, "It's alright, John. It really is." My arms went around
his neck and then we were rocking each other.

After half a minute like this, he asked, "Do you love him?" and I
whispered, "Yes."

"Well that's OK, isn't it?" he asked and I nodded.

We rocked some more, our arms around each other and I decided to
tell him more.

"I touched his cock, Dad, and put it in my mouth to suck it." The
rocking stopped momentarily and then began again.

"Did you like doing it, John?" he asked and I nodded. When he
asked if the boy came in my mouth, I simply answered, "Yes, it
tasted nice."

Dad stopped rocking for a moment and then asked softly, "And you
want him to do it again?"

"More than anything," I said and suddenly I felt my face flush
with embarrassment. "Did that sound terrible?" I asked and Dad
said, "No, son, I've done the same myself."

I was shocked and when I looked into Dad's face, it was beet-red.
He said softly, "I shouldn't have said that. Forget it, John,"
and he went back to rocking me again.

What he said made me feel less like a freak now and I wanted to
know what Dad had done in the past. "Tell me, Dad. Please."

"No, you really shouldn't know about stuff like that," he said.
The rocking had stopped now and we were looking each other in the
eye. I knew that this was important, something major in my
father's life and although I'm sort of soft and feminine, I
wanted to insist that he told me, just like a man would.

"Won't you let this go, John?" he said and I felt sorry for him
but I was sure that whatever had happened to him was somehow
linked or relevant to my own new relationship with the handsome
Mike.

"Please, Dad. I'd like to know," I said and I saw the surrender
in his face as he finally nodded and said, "OK."

He stood then and said, "There's something you need to see
upstairs in my room," and he led the way upstairs. I watched his
bottom and legs as I climbed the stairs behind him and his tight
underpants showed off his buttocks as he moved. Did I look that
good from behind?

In his room, I sat down on his bed as Dad went into his large
wardrobe and from the back of it, he retrieved a large folder
which contained photos of him when he was young. At the back of
the folder was a smaller one and, as he handed this one to me, he
said, "It's from years ago when I was a kid your age."

I opened the folder with trembling hands and my eyes went wide
when I saw the first picture. It was of a long-haired boy about
13 years old, dressed in pink see-through knickers and stockings.
It was my dad and he looked sexy!

When I could tear my eyes away from the picture, I looked into
Dad's face and tried to speak. "What... why did you... I
mean...?" I didn't know what to say.

"It was my father who made me dress like that," Dad said but he
didn't sound angry about it. "He was the one who took the
pictures." He looked at the pictures too and seemed to regard
them fondly. "The clothes came from my sister's underwear drawer
and Dad took them when everybody else went out and he made me put
them on. It felt weird at first but when I got used to wearing my
sister's knickers, they felt really soft and I didn't mind at
all."

Then Dad went on, "My dad saw me with an older boy one day and he
watched me suck the boy's dick and swallow his spunk. I didn't
know he'd seen me at the time but when he called me into his
study that evening, he told me what he had seen. In those days,
it was frowned on when somebody did stuff like that so he
punished me. 'Come now, boy,' he said, 'if you're going to act
like a girl, you had better dress like one.' Then he watched as
he made me undress and I felt humiliated. When he saw my little
dick, he said, 'It looks like I was right. You are a girl,' and I
almost died of shame. He watched me pull on the pink knickers and
he had to help me with the garter belt and the stockings."

Dad started to get upset then and I remembered the cruelty of the
boys in my class. They had teased me, humiliated me because of
the size of my dick and suddenly I understood my father's
feelings. It was far worse because my grandfather had done it and
suddenly I felt hatred about what he had done to his own son. I
wanted to hug Dad then but he composed himself and continued with
the story.

"He took a lot of pictures, making me pose this way and that, but
when I saw the bulge in his pants, I knew that it wasn't about
punishing me but he was getting off on looking at me. My father
was getting the hots for me! When he had finished taking the
pictures, he sat in a chair and waved me to him, and he felt my
bottom through the knickers. 'You have a nice arse, Jackie. Do
your boyfriends feel you up?' and he stopped laughing. Then he
put his hand inside the front of my knickers and started to play
with my little dick but he did it gently and I didn't understand
why he wasn't laughing any more.

"Suddenly he had gone quiet and as he fingered my dick, I started
to feel really excited. He held it between two fingers and
started to rub it up and down, and then he took my hand and
placed it on the front of his pants. It felt enormous, so long
and thick, and I stroked it without him telling me to. He stood
up then and undid his pants and pulled them down along with his
underwear. His cock was more than 7" long and very thick. His
balls were large too and hung down between his legs. I gaped in
astonishment at the sight of such a monster. I just never thought
that such a large cock was possible.

"When he put my hand on it, it felt hot and smooth but hard as a
rock. 'Wank it, sweety. Be my little girl and make me happy,' he
said softly and I moved my hand along its length, pulling his
foreskin with it and exposing his enormous red knob. He stood
there, legs apart, and watched my hand as I wanked him and with
no warning, he bent forward and kissed me on the lips. His hands
pulled down my knickers a little and, as he ran his hands over my
bottom, he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I was dizzy from it
all and my dick was stiff but I was enjoying the attention that
my father was giving me. His finger found my bum-hole and
suddenly I tensed when he tried to push it into me. Suddenly he
left me standing there and went to his desk, opened a drawer and
took out a jar, and then waved me over to him. I watched as he
unfastened the lid and then I saw the label. It was Vaseline."

My eyes were wide open as his story unfolded and my dick had
become totally hard. He took my hand and held it while he
continued his story which was making me feel so aroused. I looked
briefly at the picture once more of Dad in panties and black
stockings before looking into his face again.

"I watched as he scooped some Vaseline out and when he reached
around to feel for my bum-hole again, I felt the cold stuff touch
my skin. He pushed a finger up inside me and I got this amazing
feeling as he pushed his finger all the way up. My hand had been
wanking him but suddenly I stopped as the feeling of his finger
inside overwhelmed me. He moved his finger up and down and the
feeling he was giving me made me want to kiss him so I did. He
opened his lips and when I pushed my tongue inside his mouth, he
sucked on it! When he introduced two fingers into me, I gasped
and his other hand reached for my little stiffy and he gently
wanked my 2" of stiff dick.

"Then he made me kneel and he said, "Suck it, Jackie, suck it
like a good girl. Make your daddy cum, honey." I knew what to do
of course but with a cock as big as his, I wasn't sure if I could
do it. He stood there watching me as I licked the big red knob
and, as I looked up, he smiled and closed his eyes. 'Good girl.
Do it some more,' and I licked all around his knob and tasted the
clear salty liquid which oozed out. There was much more than my
school friend had produced and as I licked some into my mouth, he
just kept producing more. It was really slippery so that when I
tried to take his knob into my mouth, it just sort of slid in.

"I heard him draw in his breath as it slid in and suddenly my
mouth was full. I licked the underside of his knob and his hands
went to my head and he moaned as my tongue kept licking him. 'Oh
Jackie, honey, you're wonderful!' and he stroked my hair. As I
sucked, I kept my eyes on his face and each time he looked down,
he could see my willingness to please him. 'Good girl, suck a
little harder, sweety.'

"This didn't last long and too soon he stopped my sucking and
drew me to my feet. 'Bend over the desk, sweety. Daddy wants to
fuck his little Jackie.' I wasn't sure what he meant exactly but
I didn't resist as he placed me belly down on his desk with my
legs hanging free. I feared the worst but his greasy fingers
spread my bum-hole wide and I felt more Vaseline being inserted
into me. He finger-fucked me some more and I was quite enjoying
what was happening to me. His two fingers had opened my hole wide
and when he finally stopped, I knew what he would do next.

"I felt his knob touch my bum-hole and I tensed. 'Push out,
honey, and Daddy won't hurt you,' my father hissed and he pushed
his cock forward. When I pushed out, I felt his knob start to
slide into me. It was the most awesome feeling of my life and
when his big knob finally passed through my anus, I drew in my
breath sharply. He stopped briefly and when he thought I was
ready for more, he pushed again. He pulled back and then pushed
in again and each time, he was able to force another inch of cock
into me. He began a fucking motion and before I could gather my
wits, I could feel his coarse pubic hair against my bottom. He
was completely filing me with his long thick cock!"

My dad's story was making me hot and my hand crept inside my
undies to play with my hard dick. It did not go unnoticed by him
but he continued the story as he watched my hand gyrating inside
my underwear.

"My father fucked me! He fucked my bottom and made me feel
wonderful. One of his hands held the back of my neck and the
other went beneath me and stroked my dick and balls. 'Such a
lovely pussy, Jackie, and such a nice clitoris,' he said and
although I didn't understand the 'clitoris' word, I think he was
talking about my tiny dick. This huge man was bent over my back,
his hips moving strongly back and forth and touching something
inside me which tingled and made my little dick jerk.

"I could hear him panting in my ear and he repeated, 'Beautiful
Jackie, make Daddy cum!' and, 'Daddy wants to cum in his little
girl!' over and over. It wasn't long before he was hissing in my
ear, 'I'm going to knock you up, little bitch!' and began to
really pound me hard. I was feeling so aroused that I let slip a
cry, 'Fuck me, Daddy! Knock me up!' and suddenly he held my neck
down on the desk harder and let out a cry and held himself inside
me, his hips hard against my bottom.

"I felt his cock expand and jerk inside me. His hot spunk shot
deep inside me and I could feel the hot stuff as it sprayed the
walls of my rectum. Through gritted teeth, he hissed, 'Take it
all, Jackie! Take all of Daddy's spunk!' and I could feel each
pulse of his thick shaft as he bred me. I lay there as he bred
me, happy to take all the sperm that my father could make in
those big balls and I felt a kind of warm satisfaction as each
shot of fertile spunk was pumped inside me. He collapsed on my
back as his hose spurted endless amounts of seed into my rectum
and he released the back of my neck and started to kiss it. I
wanted to kiss him back as he bred me but my position on his desk
made it impossible. I just lay there and basked in the feeling of
fulfilment as the mating was completed.

"We lay there together, his body on top of mine, and when the
pulsing of his cock had stopped, he whispered, 'I love you,
Jackie,' and I wanted more than anything to tell him how I felt
at that moment. Then he raised himself from my body and I felt
his enormous cock being pulled slowly out of me. I tried to trap
it with my bum muscles, to stop him from pulling it out of me but
I couldn't and soon it was pulled free from my hole and I felt
empty. As I slowly stood up, my father pulled up my knickers and
said softly, 'You were wonderful, Jackie. Will you be my girl?'
and I smiled as I said, 'Yes, Dad, as often as you want. Just one
thing though,' and as he looked at me questioningly, I said
quietly, 'Will you buy me my own knickers and stockings?' His
eyes sparkled then and he replied, 'As many as you want, sweety.'
I knew then that my father would always take care of my sexual
needs although he never minded me bringing home a boy sometimes
when I had the hots for one.

"It wasn't easy though because we could only get together when
the rest of the family were out and that was never enough. When
my mother was asleep, my father would crawl into my bed and feed
me his spunk or fill my arse with his cock and shoot it up inside
me, and then he would sneak back to his own bed. When I was
horny, I would creep into their bedroom and wake my father up by
silently sucking his cock and he would turn towards me and push
his cock forward so that I could suck it until I made him cum. He
would stroke my hair as I milked his cock and then I would crawl
back to my own bed with a nice load of daddy's spunk in my
stomach."

The story had aroused me so much that I was near to cumming and
Dad had been watching throughout. He stood up then and I watched
with great interest as he pulled down his underpants and I saw
for the first time my dad's cock. I stood too and pulled down my
own underwear and we stood apart, each looking at the other's
genitals. His cock was 4" long and not very thick but the sight
of it made my heart leap... and my dick too.

Then he looked into my face and said softly, "I've been a man's
girl for years and I loved it. Do you want to be a girl for
Mike?" and he knew the answer before I spoke.

"Yes, Dad, I can't think of anything I want more," and Dad moved
forward and took me into his arms and hugged me. My arms went
around his neck and his cock felt hard against my belly.

"Don't ever be afraid of telling me things about your life,
John," he said and I hugged him tighter. "Anything you want, I'll
try to get you."

"I'd like two things, Dad," and when he asked what they were, I
said shyly, "Will you buy me some nice girly underwear?" and he
smiled broadly as he said, "I'd be happy to. What's the other
thing?"

I looked up into his eyes and I asked innocently, "Can I suck
your cock?"

He replied, "I thought you would never ask," and he pulled me
towards the bed, lying down and making room for me to join him.

As I took his shaft in my hand, I bent down and licked up the
pre-cum which poured from his pee-slit and he sighed audibly as I
took almost all of his cock into my mouth. I feasted on his cock,
licking and sucking his knob and feeling his shaft with my hands.
His balls were out of proportion to his cock, being so much
bigger than expected. He flipped me onto my back and straddled my
head and I wondered what he was doing but when he lowered his
balls towards my mouth, I took one in and licked it while my hand
fondled the other.

"Gently," he warned as I became a little too enthusiastic and
soon I understood what my boyfriend would like when I got the
chance to show him how good a girl I was. I would love Mike
properly so that he would not need those bitches at school who
wanted him in their beds.

I knew Dad was almost cumming when he moved back a little from my
face and I sat up a little so that I could take his knob into my
mouth. He started a fucking movement, his slim hips moving back
and forth as he gently fucked my mouth. Seconds later, he groaned
and it began.

I grasped his buttocks as soon as I felt his knob expand in my
mouth and I was suddenly overwhelmed by the amount of hot creamy
spunk which started to fill up my mouth. His cock jerked again
and again, and my preconception that he wouldn't make much spunk
was proved wrong as he produced copious amounts of semen which
would soon drown me if I didn't swallow. My throat worked quickly
to empty the vast amount of spunk which was still pumping into my
mouth and I struggled valiantly to save myself from choking.

Once the pulsing of his cock had stopped, he left it there and I
was grateful for that. I wanted to keep his cock in me, wanted to
feel the closeness that oral sex brought with it. It was
intimate, more intimate perhaps than having a cock up your bottom
but until I actually experienced anal sex, I could only guess at
it.

"That was beautiful, John," Dad said and he went on, "Always
remember that men like to have their cocks sucked clean
afterwards," and as he pulled his cock from my mouth, I licked
him clean, savouring the taste of the rich creamy load he had
given me.

We lay together then, cuddling each other, and kissing softly
each other's lips and neck. I felt peaceful, fulfilled, and
certainly happy that Dad had so easily accepted what I had
perceived as a perversion. To find out that Dad had done exactly
the same as me forged an even stronger bond between us and I
looked forward to him taking me shopping to buy the clothes I
wanted to wear for Mike.

"Dad?" I said and he replied, "Hmmm?"

"Why don't you get some girly stuff too?" I said seriously. "It's
time you started looking for a man too," and I was pleased to see
that he was considering it.

"We'll see," he said and he kissed me again before we started to
drift off into sleep.





Chapter 3

We were awakened by the ringing of the phone and I watched as Dad
climbed off the bed to answer it. As he picked up the receiver, I
looked at his 2" cock hanging there, soft now after he had
emptied his balls into my mouth. The taste remained and I
savoured it, my tongue running around my teeth and gums to feel
the slimy substance which still clung there.

As Dad talked, my mind went back to yesterday, to the feel of
Mike's cock as it jerked inside me, filling my mouth with his
manly juice. My little dick started to harden again and the
desire to suck dick began to overtake me. I shuffled towards Dad
and took his tiny cock into my mouth and started to suck. He
wasn't Mike but I wanted some sort of man and Dad was the only
one available.

He put down the phone and pulled his cock from my mouth. "John,"
he said seriously, "I need to talk to you."

I looked up into his face and I could see that he was worried.
"What is it, Dad?"

Sitting beside me on the bed, he put his arm around me and asked,
"Are you being bullied at school?"

Who had he just been talking to? How did he know about what the
boys at school said to me?

"A Mr. Connor just rang," he said, "and he tells me that his son
Mike has told him that the boys at school are giving you a hard
time. Is Mike the boy you were kissing?"

I turned red and nodded my head. With my head lowered, I said
quietly, "I should have told you but I was afraid you might laugh
at me. They were laughing and calling me girly."

Dad was angry then but he tried to make me feel better.

"They did the same to me at school, John," he said, cuddling me.
"You will learn that boys are two-faced. While their friends were
around, they were cruel but when they got me alone, they wanted
to kiss me and make me suck their dicks, particularly the older
ones. I liked to do it but the next time they were all together,
they would call me names again. They just didn't want their
friends to know that they found me attractive."

I listened as he spoke and wondered if those same boys who were
nasty to me really wanted to kiss me and suddenly a whole new
vista of possibilities came into view. Did Mark Andrews secretly
want to kiss me? I had noticed that while the others laughed, he
did not, and I was sure I had seen pity for me on his face.

Dad continued, "When I told my father, he said to forget them and
that one day they would regret what they had said to me. Then he
said we needed to go shopping for new clothes and we got dressed
to go out. On the way, I kept asking where we were going but he
said it was a surprise. He pulled up in front of this shop in
Colne, behind the Hippodrome cinema. There was no sign above the
door but it had a small display window with a sign in it. It said
Specialist Foundation Garments. I had no idea what that meant but
when my father knocked on the door, it opened and we were ushered
inside."

My interest increased when I saw his expression. His eyes were
fixed on something in the distance as he continued with his
reminiscence.

"Mr. Douthwaite, a pleasant looking man in his late 30s,
introduced himself to my father and I was pushed forward as my
father said, 'I need some new underwear for my son.' The man
replied, 'Certainly, Mr. Carter. I'm sure that we can find
something that you will find satisfactory.' Then the man came to
me and knelt to undress me and I shot a glance at my father but
there was no sign that he would intervene. Finally I was naked
except for the underpants which until then he had avoided
touching.

"Then he looked into my face and said to my father, 'He's
attractive, isn't he?' and my father just nodded. 'His dark
colouring is most appealing and he has those soft full lips and a
slight pout. On a girl, they would be called cock-sucking lips.'
I stood there as this man knelt before me and I was secretly
pleased that he was saying such nice things. He turned me around
and his hand ran down my back to my waist and without warning, he
pulled down my underpants. I looked at my father but he did
nothing, just watched as the man's fingers explored me.

"His fingers touched my buttocks and I felt a thrill shoot
through me. His hands stroked me and one of his fingers stroked
between my cheeks and without thinking, I opened my legs further.
'He has a really pretty bottom too. You are such a lucky man.' I
was looking straight into my father's face but what really took
my attention was the bulge which had started to appear in the
front of his trousers. When Mr. Douthwaite pulled my underpants
down to my ankles and made me step out of them, I was a little
ashamed that my 1" dick was getting hard.

"Mr. Douthwaite shuffled on his knees so that he was beside me
and he took my dick between finger and thumb. With one hand still
stroking my bottom, he began to slowly stroke my dick. Then he
looked into my father's face and asked innocently, 'Do you touch
him when you are alone?' and my father deliberately lied.
'Certainly not!' he said, appearing outraged by the very
suggestion. His eyes were, however, firmly on what the man was
doing to me. 'Don't be embarrassed, Mr. Carter, most fathers find
it exciting to see their sons molested by strangers.'

"My father said nothing more but watched the man molest me and I
have to admit to liking the touch of this stranger. 'Your son's
little dick is perfect, Mr. Carter, such a pleasure to touch his
soft skin. His tiny balls will fit nicely in girls' knickers, I'm
sure, and we'll find something for him that you will find very
sexy.' Mr. Douthwaite had been looking at my father's trousers
and he said softly, 'Perhaps you would like to release your cock.
It must be uncomfortable inside your trousers. Please take them
off and show your son what a real man looks like.' His voice was
syrupy, seductive, but it seemed to work because my father took
off his pants and underpants and suddenly his long thick cock was
on display.

"My father began to stroke his cock, all the time watching what
the man was doing to me. 'Now, Jackie,' said Mr. Douthwaite, 'I
think we need to show your father how talented you are,' and he
stood up then. He took me in his arms and kissed me on the lips,
pushing his tongue into my mouth. I just stood there as his
tongue probed my mouth and his hands went behind me to clasp and
stroke my buttocks. After a minute, he looked over my shoulder
and spoke to my father. 'His lips are soft, Mr.Carter, and his
breath is sweet. He accepts tongue well, sir.' When he kissed me
again, I sucked on his tongue this time and then pushed it back
into his own mouth, following it with my own, and we gently
nibbled each other's lips for the next minute.

"Then he stopped and said softly, 'Take down my pants, Jackie,'
and I went to undo the belt around his waist. At first, I
struggled but he helped me and soon he was naked below the waist.
His penis hung down and I wanted to touch it. He was circumcised
and his large knob poked out of the end of what remained of his
foreskin. 'Feel it, Jackie, make it hard for me,' and I grasped
his hot shaft, squeezing gently until the shaft hardened and
lengthened, and soon I found myself wanking 5" of erect cock."

Dad's story was making me hard too and I cupped my dick and balls
in one hand as he continued.

"I loved the feel of it and my own little dick had become stiff
too. My father watched me, his eyes fixed firmly on my hand as I
wanked Mr. Douthwaite. 'Doesn't he do it well, Mr. Carter?' said
the man but my father didn't answer. I had noticed the pre-cum
leaking from the man's pee-slit and I found that I was smearing
it along his shaft, making my hand slide easier. Mr. Douthwaite
moaned and kept telling my father how sexy I was and how he
wanted to do lots more stuff to me. 'I think it's time that your
daddy watched you suck cock, young Jackie,' he said to me. 'Be a
good girl and kneel down in front of me.' As I took up that
position, Mr. Douthwaite said to my father, 'Come closer, Mr.
Carter. I want you to see your son with his mouth full of my
cock,' and my father moved forward until he was beside us.

"When he put his cock to my lips, I opened my mouth and he pushed
his knob forward and it slid into my mouth. It tasted salty
because of all the pre-cum was pouring out of his pee-slit.
'Look, Mr. Carter, see how your little boy sucks a stranger's
cock. Doesn't it excite you to watch your child being molested?
It's what you want, isn't it?' With my mouth full, I strained to
look up into my father's face and I saw his expression of lust.
His cock was as hard as I had ever seen it, his knob dark red and
leaking copious amounts of pre-cum which dripped from his
pee-slit and fell slowly in long strands to the floor.

"At last my father spoke but it was a strangled cry. 'Yes! Yes!
Do him! Let me watch you sexing him!' and he looked me straight
in the eye as he finally confirmed that he wanted me to be used
like a girl by the man. Mr. Douthwaite was also highly excited
but when he removed his cock from my mouth, I looked up,
wondering why he had taken away the thing I wanted most.

"He took my hand and led me to a couch in the middle of the shop
and sat me down on it. 'Open your legs wide, little girl!' he
hissed and then he knelt between them, reaching over me to a
shelf where a jar of Vaseline was on display. 'Grease her, Mr.
Carter, grease up your little girl so that I can fuck her!' and
he handed over the jar to my father. This sounded more an order
than a request and I trembled as I watched my father wrestle off
the cap, scoop some out and apply two greasy fingers to my
bum-hole. As he greased my hole, I could see plainly his cock,
long and thick, pulsing with his heartbeat as he prepared my hole
to be fucked by this stranger.

"My father received his next instruction. 'Stand behind the
couch, Mr. Carter. Don't interfere when I fill your child with
spunk. Understand?' For the first time, I saw my father in a
subservient role and I wondered why he was being so compliant.
Mr. Douthwaite pulled my hips forward so that my bottom was just
on the edge of the seat and he placed his knob against my anus. I
could feel it nestling there, sliding a little with the Vaseline
which my father had applied so liberally. When he pushed forward,
I winced but then I remembered what my father had always advised
and I pushed out, allowing his hot knob to slide through my
sphincter. My hole had been opened wide by the intruder and I
felt a thrill as he pushed forward slowly, gaining more
penetration each time he pulled out and pushed in. Soon his pubic
hair was scratching my bottom and I felt absolutely full inside.

"As his cock began to fuck into me, I looked up and could see my
father, upside down from where I half-sprawled, and he was
stroking his cock as his eyes remain fixed on the place where the
man and I were joined. As the pace increased, air was being
expelled from my lungs and the sound which left my mouth was a
sort of grunting. 'Ugh... ugh... ugh... ugh' It went on and on,
the pain I had first felt receding and being replaced by the
sensation of an enjoyable dull pain each time he drove his cock
up into my belly. I wanted the pain to continue, for him to keep
ramming his pole into me, and when he paused for a second, I
looked into his eyes and pleaded, 'Please...' and he understood.

"His eyes went to my father and he must have known that my father
was close to cumming. 'Cum on her face! Shoot it onto her face!'
and within seconds, my chest and face were being sprayed with hot
spunk. I watched in fascination as hot spunk rained down on me
from my father's cock and I tried to catch some on my tongue. As
Mr. Douthwaite watched my efforts, he gave out a loud groan and I
felt his knob expand and suddenly I was being filled with his
seed. The virile man was emptying his balls into me and I felt
each pulse of his thick cock and his hot spunk splashed the walls
of my rectum. He cried out to my father, 'I'm cumming in her! I'm
breeding her. Look at her face! She loves it! She loves spunk!'

"Much of my father's spunk had splattered on my face and I looked
up to see the last drop ooze from his pee-slit and land on my
fore-head. Mr. Douthwaite had been tight against my bottom when
he had started to cum in me and I lay still, my anal muscles
rippling involuntarily to milk the last drops of his precious
semen from him. I looked into his eyes and saw the waning of his
orgasm on his face, the relaxing of his tight muscles as he came
down from the high. He scooped some of my father's spunk from my
face and made me lick it from his fingers, and then repeated it
until I had swallowed it all.

"My father moved from behind the couch and stood beside the man,
watching with great interest as Mr. Douthwaite pulled his cock
slowly from my arse. Once his cock was clear of my hole, he kept
my hole open with two fingers and said to my father, "Look, Mr.
Carter, see my spunk in your little girl,' and his fingers went
inside me to pull out seed for my father to see. When my father
nodded, he pushed them against my lips and I licked them,
swallowing his spunk. 'Come, Jackie, you must clean the cock
which fucked you,' said Mr. Douthwaite and I scrambled off the
couch and knelt between his legs, taking into my mouth the
softening cock which had afforded me so much pleasure and tasting
our mixed juices before swallowing them. When I had finished, my
father stood before me and I licked his spunky cock until I was
sure that it was absolutely clean."

The story had been affecting me immensely during the telling of
it and my little dick was painful with the desire to cum. Dad was
still in the shop and 20 years in the past and had not noticed
that I was fidgeting with discomfort. I needed somebody to touch
me, somebody to make me cum.

He continued his story then. "When they had finished with me,
they got dressed and I was left naked with a boner. When Mr.
Douthwaite noticed it, he said, 'We can't do a fitting with a
stiff clit, can we?' and he knelt and took my stiffy between his
fingers and wanked me. I held onto his shoulder as he wanked me
to steady myself but when I started to cum, I held him tighter
and he kissed my cheek as my hips bucked and the clear liquid
shot from my 2" stiffy. When my trembling stopped, he said
simply, 'Good girl. Now let's see if we can find you some nice
knickers,' and he left me and began to search through various
drawers in the shop until he found what he was looking for.

"When he returned, he was holding two pairs of knickers, one in
lemon and one in pale blue. 'Slip these on, Jackie,' he said,
holding out the lemon ones. 'Let your father see what you look
like.' A full-length mirror stood in the corner and as soon as I
had pulled my knickers up, I went over to study the effect. They
were sheer nylon and I could see every detail of my dick and my
balls beneath. I felt as though I was wearing nothing and the
difference between these and my own underpants was something I
would never forget. Mr. Douthwaite knelt beside me and when he
checked the fit in the groin, I shivered. He turned me around
then and his fingers touched my buttocks and the crack between
them. These sheer nylon knickers allowed even the slightest touch
to be felt and I wanted them. I rushed over to my father and
begged, 'Please, Daddy, please can I have them? They are so
soft.' For the first time in my life, he smiled at me with warmth
and I was shocked. My father had never been one for affection
with anybody, even my mother and I was stunned at the change in
him. "Yes, Jackie, a beautiful girl should always have the best.'
I couldn't help it; I threw my arms around his waist and cried
into his chest.

"He bought me 12 pairs of knickers that day, some without a
crotch, and when I got dressed and we had to leave, Mr.
Douthwaite spoke quietly to my father. 'She is a beautiful girl
and some man will be very lucky to have her. Please come again if
you think I can be of service. Here's my card.' We left then but
on the way home, my father pulled the car onto a dirt track and
made me take off my pants so that he could see again the lemon
knickers that he allowed me to wear home. The sight must have
excited him again because he lowered the back of my seat till it
was flat, made me turn over and pulled the gusset of my knickers
to one side. The Vaseline and spunk inside me meant I was still
slippery and he had little difficulty in sliding his thick cock
inside me and filling me once more with spunk. 'Oh Daddy, I do
love you!' I whispered as he came down from his orgasm and he
held me tight and kissed my neck.

"I had to wear underpants to school, of course. I couldn't let
anybody catch me wearing knickers but I would change into them at
home and I would hope that the family might go out and let me
show my father my sexy knickers when we were alone. It didn't
happen often enough for me but I would try to get my father
alone, if only for a few minutes, and I would suck his cock until
he spurted his thick rich cream into my mouth. This was my life
for the next 3 years until he died suddenly. I was distraught at
his loss, not least because I had no-one else to share my body
with. Such a tragedy!"

Dad was now in the grip of melancholy and I ignored my yearning
to cum in favour of cuddling him. I lay down and pulled his hand
so that he would lie next to me and then we hugged, each
comforting the other.

"I'm sorry Granddad died," I whispered and I meant it, even
though he had died before I was born.

After a few seconds, he said softly, "He would have loved you,
John. And not just as a grandson."

That possibility was to drift into my consciousness for many
months to come and it must have excited me because I always got a
boner each time I thought about it. Dad's girlishness and
Granddad's masculinity were to feature regularly in my dreams but
Mike was always present too in one role or another.

As Dad drifted off into sleep, I lay awake and wondered what
Mike's dad had said exactly to my dad and how much had been said
about the activities between Mike and me. When Dad woke up, I
would ask him. Before creeping downstairs naked, I went into the
wardrobe where Dad kept the pictures and took them with me,
intending to study more closely the outfits which Granddad found
so stimulating. Would Mike like me dressed like that? Would it
excite him?

Thirty minutes late, Dad joined me downstairs and found me still
going through the pictures. Out of 87 pictures, there were 49
close-ups of Granddad's cock, either being sucked by my dad or
being inserted into Dad's arse. I had wanked myself off twice
before Dad joined me, spilling clear cum onto my belly.

"Granddad really was big, wasn't he, Dad?" and he smiled at me.

"The best I ever had," he replied. "but Mr. Douthwaite was good
too," and he laughed. I was so glad to see the melancholy had
left him.

"By the way, John, we've been invited to Mr. Connor's house
tonight. It looks like you're going to see your Mike again."

My heart flipped at this news and Dad saw it. "Try not to jump on
him as soon as you see him," and he laughed heartily.





Chapter 4

"Can I wear my shorts, Dad?" I asked loudly while we were getting
dressed to go to Mr. Connor's house.

"Sure, John," he shouted from his bedroom. "By the way, did you
wash behind your ears when you had your shower?" he asked and I
heard him laugh.

I wanted to look my best for Mike but I felt nervous about seeing
him again. How would he greet me? Would he shake hands or would
he kiss me like a girl? What would his father think? He had
already seen me kissing his son and hadn't minded but what if
Mike kissed me while my father was standing there? I'm only 12
and I'm behaving like a girl on her first date. Stop it! Just get
dressed. Don't think about it.

As Dad looked for the address he'd been given, I wondered about
Mike's dad again. He kissed me too when he arrived to pick us up
and I liked it. Did that mean I was cheating on Mike even though
he was standing there and watching me? Would he forgive me? What
if Dad knew what I'd done?

These thoughts magically disappeared when Dad turned into the
driveway of a big house. What's this? This can't be right, can
it? It's 3 times the size of our house. Suddenly I felt
intimidated but it was too late to turn tail and run because we
were pulling up in front of the impressive front door. Off to the
side of the house were a Volvo 4X4 and a big new Mercedes, silver
and shiny.

Dad didn't look too confident when he rang the bell but when Mike
answered the door, he smiled at Dad and said, "Hi, Mr. Carter.
I'm Mike. Come in," and, as Dad went in before me, Mike pulled me
to one side and whispered, "Does your dad know about us?" and I
nodded. "Was he mad?" he hissed and I shook my head. So we
followed Dad in to meet Mike's father.

Mr. Connor stood as we entered the spacious living room. "Come
in, Jack. I see you brought young John with you too. Good!" and
he shook Dad's hand. "I'm Gordon, by the way. You boys go into
the kitchen and get yourself something to drink."

As we got Cokes from the fridge, Mike kissed me quickly on the
lips and put his hand between my legs. "I've missed you," he
whispered as he stroked the front of my shorts. "We'd better get
in there before they come looking for us," and he took his hand
away from my little willy and led us back into the living room.

Dad and Mr. Connor were busy with getting their drinks from a
cabinet in the corner of the room. When Mr. Connor dropped the
cap from the whisky bottle, Dad stooped to pick it up and I
stared in horror as his jeans moved down a few inches to reveal
that he was wearing sheer blue nylon knickers. I quickly looked
at Mr. Connor's face to see if he had seen them and when he
raised his eyebrows and smiled to himself, I knew that he had. A
quick look at Mike's face told me that he had seen Dad's knickers
too and when father and son looked at each other, I detected
something unsaid that passed between them.

When Dad stood again and handed the cap back to Mr. Connor, he
was unaware that his secret had been discovered and there was no
way I could tell him what they had seen. When they came to sit
down, Mr. Connor sat next to Dad and Mike joined me on the settee
opposite.

Somehow the atmosphere was different but I couldn't say how. Mr.
Connor began to speak to Dad but my eyes were fixed on Mike whose
attention seemed to be on my bare legs and the loose-fitting
shorts I wore. God, he was nice!

"Mike's been telling me about those little shits at school who
have been giving John a hard time. He'll be looking for the
ring-leaders on Monday and showing them the error of their ways.
Or would you rather go to the headmaster and sort it out with
him?"

Dad looked a little uncomfortable then and replied, "I'm not very
good at confrontation," and he smiled weakly.

"No," said Mr. Connor, "I don't suppose you are. Don't worry,
Mike will sort it out." A silence ensued until Mr. Connor spoke
again.

"This bullying was because of John's little willy, wasn't it?"
and Dad nodded. I was becoming embarrassed at having my little
dick discussed like this.

Mike spoke then and his hand came to rest on my leg, just an inch
from where the shorts began. "There's nothing wrong with a little
willy, John. I think it's cute," he said and I was surprised that
he didn't seem in the least embarrassed by what he'd said.
Suddenly his hand went further and his hand touched my
underpants, his fingers directly stroking my little dick.

In panic, I looked at Dad but he didn't react at all and Mr.
Connor just smiled as his son continued to feel me up. Mike
leaned closer and when his head bent to kiss me, I thrilled to
the feeling of his tongue pushing between my lips. I kissed him
back, my tongue tasting the Coke he had drunk earlier. Suddenly
his arm went around me and his other hand went under my T-shirt
and tweaked my little nipple. I jumped then, startled by the
tickling feeling which had just developed in my crotch.

"Jesus, Jack! Hormones kicking in!" said Mr. Connor and he
laughed. Dad said nothing but continued to stare at us, watching
as I was molested by this older boy.

When Mike went to lift my T-shirt so that he could take it off, I
looked again at Dad, waiting for him to stop what was happening
but he didn't and Mike removed it. With my chest bare now, he
bent his head to lick and suck my nipple as both of our fathers
watched. The tip of his tongue licked my nipple as his fingers
gathered the flesh around it and pushed the nipple out. Things
were happening in my groin but they were nice things. I was being
swept along by what Mike was doing to me and, in my aroused
state, it just didn't occur to me that Dad watching us engaging
in sex might be weird. Mr. Connor had already seen us the
afternoon before and I had accepted that as alright so why would
I think that Dad watching us would be weird?

"Your son looks really good, doesn't he?" said Mr. Connor softly
to my father. "Is it making your cock hard, Jack?"

Dad's face was becoming red but it wasn't anger. It was arousal
and Gordon Connor knew it. "Mike wants to fuck your boy, Jack.
He's talked of nothing else since yesterday." Both of our fathers
watched as Mike's hand began to work on my shorts, pushing them
down slowly as he tongued my sensitive nipples. I didn't want to
stop him and I prayed that my father wouldn't either. When Mike
left my nipples and knelt on the floor to remove my shorts
completely, I looked at our parents to see their lustful eyes on
us. I was naked now, still sitting on the large settee, and Mike
sat down next to me again.

I looked into Mike's face but his attention was on the 2" stiff
dick which stood hard and proud from my groin. His hand moved
down and his fingers gently stroked my tiny shaft and then he
finally looked into my eyes. I saw naked lust there: he wanted me
and I felt so excited.

"It's beautiful, John. You should never be ashamed of it," and
right then, I felt like crying. He knew that I was on the verge
so he kissed me gently and when I began to kiss him back, he
pushed his tongue into my mouth again and he put his arm around
me. I was lost in his kiss but I felt his hand go to my little
ball-bag which nestled between my legs. He tickled my balls and I
opened my legs wide so that he could reach them more easily.

"He's got the cutest little willy, Jack," whispered Mr. Connor to
my dad. "His little ball-bag must be like silk. Do you want to
feel it, Jack? Do you want to touch your little boy?" and
although Dad said nothing, his eyes were fixed firmly on the hand
and fingers which were bringing me so much joy. My tongue pushed
into Mike's mouth and, as he sucked on it, his gentle fingers
played with my sensitive sex.

The 15-year-old boy who was causing my dick to throb and my heart
to melt kissed my nose and then both of my eyes as he whispered
to me, "Feel me, John. Feel my cock! You make me so hard!" and I
felt for the bulge in his pants. I ran my hand from the top of
the bulge to the bottom and marvelled at the length and
thickness. Did I really make him so big? Does he really want me
so badly?

He stood then and my eyes followed his hands as he took off his
T-shirt and then he began to undo his pants. He kicked his shoes
off and I held my breath as he pulled down his pants and
underpants, and then pulled them over his feet. When he stood
back up, his cock stood proud, pulsing with each beat of his
heart. A sudden gasp from the other settee came from my father as
he saw for the first time the unusually large cock of my
15-year-old lover.

Mr. Connor heard Dad's gasp and whispered to him, "Do you like
Mike's cock? Isn't it magnificent, Jack?" and Dad just nodded
dumbly with his mouth open, unable to conceal the fact that he
thought that Mike's cock was indeed magnificent.

"Come, John, kneel here for me, sweetheart," whispered Mike and
he held out his hand for me to take. His eyes were soft and
gentle, just as they had been yesterday when I had knelt behind
the phone-box before his dad had turned up. I took his hand and
sank to my knees in front of him, reaching out to feel the heat
and the stiffness of the cock which I would soon taste. I looked
sideways one last time at Dad and I saw the expression of lust on
his face and I knew that he would always remember this day,
especially at night when alone in his bed.

Then I looked up into Mike's eyes and he knew that no words were
needed, that no commands were necessary. He knew that I would
please him in any way he wanted me to and I knew too that no
sacrifice would be great enough for him. I took his heavy shaft
in the palm of my hand and felt the pulsing as I moved back the
long loose foreskin to reveal his big knob, dark red with the
blood which coursed rapidly through his body to keep inflated the
thick 5" sex organ of this virile male.

As I peeled his foreskin back, the pre-cum he had already made
had gathered inside it and, now it was free, it began to drip in
long strings towards the floor but I moved my head forward and
encircled his big knob with my lips, licking his exposed skin and
pee-slit, tasting the saltiness of the clear liquid. He moaned
softly as I licked and I raised my eyes to see his half-closed
eyes looking down at me, a smile playing on those lips I so much
liked to kiss. He moved forward slightly and suddenly my mouth
was full. My tongue tickled the sensitive place under his glans
and his hands came to my head to begin stroking my hair and my
ears.

Our parents watched as I orally worshipped Mike's cock and I
heard Mr. Connor speak softly to Dad. "Watching them is making me
horny, Jack. I love to see little boys being sexed. It must be
even better for you, Jack, being his father. Fathers like it when
strangers play with their sons' willies and their cute little
bare bottoms. I bet you would like a man to play with your cock
too, wouldn't you?" and Dad nodded, his eyes still fixed on
Mike's cock as my lips tried to massage his shaft.

"Take your pants off, Jack. Let me see your knickers. I want to
see how pretty you look." Mr. Connor's softly spoken words
finally brought Dad's eyes away from what I was doing to Mike and
when he felt Mr. Connor's hand feel his crotch, his eyes closed
as he was felt up by a real man.

"Please, Gordon, I..." Dad tried to protest but the sensations
that were being produced by the hand which stroked him were
robbing him of coherent thought and when Mr. Connor leaned over
to kiss him, Dad opened his mouth at once and allowed the thick
tongue to enter. He sucked the tongue, savouring the taste of the
whisky which lingered from the drink Mr. Connor had consumed.
Unable to control himself any longer, Dad sought out Mr. Connor's
cock with trembling fingers and was overwhelmed when he
discovered the size of the bulge that he stroked.

Mike's cock was oozing more pre-cum and I was swallowing like a
good boy should. His fingers felt good as he played with my ears
through my long hair and I made myself ready for the spunk that
he would soon pump into my eager mouth. He must have had other
plans though because he pulled me to my feet and asked me to lay
face down on the settee. As I did so, he pulled a large cushion
from somewhere and placed it under my hips, forcing my bottom
higher. 'He's going to do it! He's going to fuck my little bum!'

A quick glance at Dad revealed him standing next to Mr. Connor
and both of them were stripping the clothes off each other,
kissing each other when their clothing was not being passed over
their faces. When my father's knickers came into view, he tried
to hide his cock which showed plainly through the sheer nylon
panties that he wore but he was more interested in the large
stiff cock of Mr. Connor than to stop his hands being moved away
from his crotch by the big-cocked man. I was shocked too by the
size and I understood then that Mike's cock came from his
father's genes.

My attention came back quickly to my own situation as I felt Mike
open my legs wider and his lips began to kiss my little bottom,
his kisses like butterflies' wings as he caressed me. His hands
and fingers played across my taut skin and I lay there, trembling
with the emotion he was invoking in me. The emotion turned to
arousal as I felt his hot breath and warm wet tongue run the
length of my bum-crack and I sighed audibly as he touched my
little bum-hole.

I opened my eyes for an instant and saw Mr. Connor with his hands
in Dad's knickers, his fingers gently wanking Dad's 4" hard cock.
Dad's eyes were closed as Mike's dad played with his sex and when
Mr. Connor put his other hand down the back of the knickers and
played with Dad's bottom, I could almost feel Dad's excitement. I
was pleased, very pleased that Dad had got himself a man and I
hoped that this would just be the beginning.

"Mmmm," I moaned as Mike tried to push his wet tongue into my
bum-hole and this new experience was overwhelming me. "Oh Mike!"
I moaned softly and suddenly my anal ring opened and he was in
me! His tongue was actually in my bottom! It felt wonderful,
exciting, mind-blowing. To my shame, I acted like a slut and
pushed by bottom higher, hoping he might go deeper in my rectum.
As Mike tongue-fucked my little hole, I glanced over at our
parents.

They were watching us, Dad on his knees and Mr. Connor standing
in front of him, enjoying my dad's licking of his big shaft.
"Look, Jack. Look at our boys. Jesus, Jack, your boy is
beautiful. Look at that little bare bottom." My father stopped
his licking and concentrated on what Mike was doing to me for a
moment and then he spoke for the first time. "That's it, Mike,"
he said. "Fuck my little boy's hole with your tongue. Push it all
the way up!"

I was shocked to hear this but my shock turned instantly to
arousal as I recognised that I was feeling even sexier because of
it. Dirty talk turned me on! This was new too. As my hole was
tongued, I tried to think of something to say that would turn Dad
on too. He obviously liked the idea of me being a "little boy" so
I tried to think of something involving those words. It was
difficult though, trying to think of words when Mike's tongue was
making me feel the way I felt.

"He's doing it to me, Daddy!" I cried, trying my best to sound
like a boy of 8. "Mike's fucking my bottom with his tongue and it
feels lovely! Am I being naughty, Daddy? Should I let him?"

Would my attempt at dirty talk work? My doubt was dispelled when
Mr. Connor came to the side of the settee where we lay, bringing
my father with him, and they both knelt down. Dad's knickers were
tented out by his erection and, although I couldn't see him, Mike
was taking a keen interest in his girly underwear as he tongued
me. Dad was taking a keen interest too but I suspect that it was
in Mike, or more likely his genitals!

Mr. Connor suddenly disappeared but returned a minute later with
a tube of something that he had brought from the downstairs
bathroom. I couldn't imagine what it might be but nobody else
seemed surprised. I caught a glimpse of the letters "KY" as he
handed it to Mike but it didn't mean anything to me.

I decide to try some more dirty talk, seeing that it had worked
the first time. "Daddy, can Mr. Connor touch me if he wants to or
is that naughty? It must not be naughty because you let him touch
you, didn't you?" I was really beginning to enjoy this,
especially when my father said, "We have to let men touch us,
John. We have to do our best to make them feel good." Then he
blushed as he took Mr. Connor's fine hard cock into the palm of
his hand and squeezed it.

Mike, on his knees behind me, was doing something and I couldn't
see what it was but when I felt a cool slippery finger touch my
bum-hole, I jumped slightly but Mike leaned down to me and
whispered in my ear, "Sorry, sweetheart, but you need to let me
push this inside you. I'm going to breed you soon and this jelly
will make you enjoy it more."

I didn't fully understand but when his finger pushed into me, I
didn't care. What he was doing felt great and I relaxed my
sphincter to help him. He fucked me with his finger, pushing it
in and pulling it almost out, and I was beginning to enjoy the
new sensation. Mike's father stroked my buttocks and I have to
admit that his fingers felt nice on my skin but he went on to
pull my buttocks apart and hold them like that whilst Mike got
more jelly from the tube.

When Mike returned his hand to my hole, he inserted two fingers
into me and I experienced a little pain but he paused for a
minute and only continued when I told him I was alright, He
pushed his fingers forward slowly, pulling back and then pushing
in again, and within a few minutes, both fingers could slide into
me easily.

"Are you looking forward to it, Jack?" Mr. Connor asked. "Your
boy losing his virginity?" Dad was starting to look a bit nervous
but Mr. Connor said quietly, "Mike won't hurt him, I promise.
He'll be gentle, and when he's finished, your son will always
come back for more." Dad's nervousness seemed to disappear then
and he watched as Mike stroked his cock before taking my
virginity.

"Kiss Mike's cock, Jack," said Mr. Connor. "Suck it before he
fucks your little boy."

Dad leaned over to where Mike knelt on the settee between my open
legs and he first kissed and then sucked the 15-year-old's fine
thick cock. He left much saliva on the knob and shaft when he
finally stopped sucking, and Dad took Mike's cock in his hand and
brought it to my hole. "Fuck him, Mike," he said. "Make my little
boy happy."

I felt the big knob against my anus and I tensed as Mike began to
push. Then I remembered my father's story about Grandfather
fucking him and the advice he was given. 'Push out to make it
easier for a cock to enter'. So I pushed out and suddenly the
enormous knob began to slide into me. My hole stretched wide to
accept the invader and I sucked in my breath as it forced its way
into my bottom. As soon as the knob slid completely into me, Mike
stopped, holding himself still as if waiting for my permission to
carry on.

Our fathers watched intently as I was penetrated and suddenly my
father took my hand in his and squeezed it. "Keep pushing out,
John. Let him love you properly. You're a very lucky boy to have
someone like Mike for your first time." I squeezed his hand and
smiled at him from my position on the settee, my head turned
sideways on the seat.

Mike pushed again and it felt like an inch of his shaft followed
his knob into me. He pulled back slowly and then forward again
and more of his thick shaft entered my tiny hole, not so tiny now
with the thickness of Mike's manly cock inside me. I was
beginning to feel full inside, a completely new sensation that
felt really strange, but I trusted Mike and when I felt coarse
hair against my bum-cheeks, it was then that I realised that all
of his cock was inside me and a feeling of euphoria came over me.
I could take him! I could take all of that wonderful cock inside
me!

My father stayed beside me, holding my hand but Mr. Connor went
behind Mike, watching the thick cock and big balls of his son as
he began to thrust into me, breeding me as I suspect Mr. Connor
wanted to do as well.

He fucked me gently, slowly, and for that I was grateful. The
sensations I experienced whilst the big shaft moved back and
forth inside me I could never describe in words but the feeling,
oh that feeling of being fucked by the boy I loved was exquisite.
He held himself up on his elbows so as not to crush me with his
weight but he whispered words of love as he fucked my little
body.

"You're beautiful, John," he whispered. "So sweet and so tight."
He kissed my neck and shoulders constantly as he mated with me
and Dad looked on with approval as he heard my boyfriend's words.

I was being fucked gently but with full strokes and each thrust
inside me gave me a dull pain somewhere near my stomach but I
didn't want that pain to stop. His cock was exciting me, making
me want more as his groin pressed against me and I wondered
briefly if it had been as good for Dad when Grandfather fucked
him. I was sure that I could never give this up, this feeling of
cock thrusting deeply into my bowels, and I swore that I would
lie down for Mike anytime he wanted me and welcome his thick meat
deep inside me.

"Oh Mike!" I wailed softly as his fucking continued and when he
whispered breathily into my ear, "Are you alright, John?" I
whispered back, "Oh yes, Mike, it's the most wonderful feeling."

Then Dad said, "Fuck him harder, Mike. He's ready for it." I
wondered what that meant but when Mike sped up his fucking
movements and began to pound me, I understood why Dad told him
that.

"Harder, Mike!" I cried and he rammed into me hard with every
thrust. Animals rutting. That's what it was!

His breathing in my ear became laboured and he panted as he
whispered through gritted teeth, "I love you, John! I'm going to
breed you NOW!" and suddenly he groaned and froze, his groin
tight against my bottom, and I felt the most exquisite sensation.
His cock jerked violently inside me and I felt something hot
being injected into me. He was breeding me! Filling me with his
potent seed! He was shooting his spunk deep into my bowels,
spraying the walls of my rectum with hot semen.

I lay still as his cock pulsed again and again, shooting his
love-juice into me. His father caressed Mike's balls from behind,
fondling them in an effort to make sure that I would be filled
with every sperm he had produced. My own father held my hand,
stroking it as Mike kissed my neck and held me tight as the
breeding process continued, not allowing me to escape the torrent
of his hot seed. He was the lion and I was his lioness. I lay
there, gladly accepting the hot spunk that my lord and master had
seen fit to inject into my body and although I wanted to hold him
and kiss him for his gift, I could not move under him.

When the pulsing of his cock stopped, I just lay there as he
collapsed onto my back. I could feel his heart beating rapidly
against my back and I smiled as I realised that I was the cause
of his desire to fuck me. I looked into Dad's eyes and he asked,
"Was it all you expected?" and I answered, "It felt great. I felt
all the spunk shoot inside me. Is it always so nice, Dad?" and he
nodded.

Mr. Connor came from behind Mike and joined us. "Well done, boy,"
he said to Mike. "You filled him nicely, Mike!"

Then he looked at Dad and said, "We have unfinished business,
Jack. I want to explore that nice bottom that you have in those
pretty blue knickers."





Chapter 5

We lay on the settee, Mike's cock remaining deep inside me. He
had rolled over and taken me with him so that he still lay behind
me and we both watched as Mike's father led Dad by the hand to
the other settee. Dad's bottom looked very inviting in his blue
knickers and Mike whispered in my ear, "I'd love to see you in
knickers, John. You'd look sensational." I blushed at that
comment but I was pleased all the same. He kissed my cheek and
the top of my head as he cuddled me and I felt so warm and safe
with his arm wrapped around me.

Mr. Connor, Gordon, stopped beside the settee and took Dad into
his arms and as we boys watched, he kissed him, forcing his
tongue between his lips. As they kissed, Gordon's hands went
behind Dad and into the back of his knickers, stroking his taut
buttocks. His naked hard cock pressed against Dad's belly and his
balls pressed hard against his blue knickers.

It was only a matter of moments before Dad slid his hand between
them and he felt Gordon's hard shaft with his fingers. Mr.
Connor's substantial frame highlighted the difference between
them, my father being only slight in comparison, but it looked
right as my father seemed more demure and feminine than the manly
Gordon.

"Do you want to take me, Gordon?" my father asked softly, his
head now resting on Gordon's shoulder. He nibbled Gordon's ear as
the big man's hands played with the crease between Dad's buttocks
and he replied, "Not yet, Jackie, you have more to do first."
Hearing my father being called Jackie reminded me that Granddad
had called him that when they had sex together. Hmm, the female
equivalent of Jack. It seemed appropriate.

Mike was watching our parents avidly too and he had moved his
hand from around my chest and cupped my little dick and balls in
his hand. As he gently fondled my sex, he whispered, "Don't they
look good together?" and I had to agree. The man feeling up the
woman in his arms, the woman stroking the man's cock in
expectation of copulation later. It all seemed so... right, so
natural.

We watched them fondle each other and as Mike made my little
willy hard, I swear I could feel something happening inside me.
There it was again. Mike's big cock was stiffening inside me!
Seeing our fathers enjoying sex together was turning us both on
but it was Mike who seemed to getting more out of the sight of
them.

He kissed my ear and whispered, "Will you promise me something?"
and when I answered, "Anything!" he kissed me again and
whispered, "Will you wear knickers for me too?" I loved him and
he had just made love to me properly, the first one to fuck my
little bottom. How could I refuse him? If he had asked me to
stand on my head, I would have done it for him.

I whispered back, "I'll wear anything you like, Mike, anytime you
want me to." He knew that I was besotted with him and I would do
anything to keep his interest in me alive. Remembering the
pictures of Dad in girly clothes, I asked, not altogether
seriously, "Do you want me in a miniskirt too?" and I smiled.
Imagine my surprise when he said, "Yes, that might be nice," and
suddenly his ardour increased. He wasn't joking!

As we whispered to each other, our eyes remained fixed on the
couple who stimulated each other 10 feet away. They were no
longer interested in us, their attention completely on each other
and to be honest, I was really pleased for Dad. Earlier today was
the first time that Dad and I had done anything sexual with each
other and in that short time, I had learned so much about him. I
saw him now as the sexual being that he had always been but I had
never considered him in that light before this morning when he
comforted me.

"It's time to suck, Jackie," said Gordon softly and my father
knew what he had to do. He sank to his knees and the cock which
he had found so attractive was now only inches from his lips. He
kissed the big knob, his tongue snaking out to lick the pre-cum
which oozed from it's pee-slit. His tongue then licked Gordon's
entire knob and the substantial shaft which was hard and pulsing
to his heartbeat.

The hirsute Gordon stood with his legs apart as Dad continued his
oral worship but when Gordon held his cock up against his belly,
Dad went down to lick the big hairy ball-sac which contained the
man's large balls. As he moved his head to lick all around them,
Gordon let go of his cock and it rested on Dad's face. The
pre-cum which continued to stream from his knob was being smeared
on Dad's face and soon it looked very shiny on his nose and
cheeks. When he took one of the man's large balls into his mouth,
Dad's cheeks swelled out with the size of it.

Behind me, Mike whispered, "Look at him, John. He's fantastic
with my dad's cock. And look at the hard little cock in his
knickers! Wow!"

Mike's fingers were still slowly wanking me but his cock had
hardened inside my bottom and his hips had started to make short
fucking movements. He was getting hot by watching what Dad did
with his father and, what's more, he seemed to be fixated on
Dad's sexy knickers. What was it with men and their desire to see
boys and men in knickers? Suddenly I remembered the dirty talk I
had used earlier and I wondered if it would work on Mike. I
decided to try it.

"Please, mister, if I wear my little knickers, you won't pull
them down, will you? You won't put your big thing inside my
bottom, will you? Huh, mister?"

Mike's hand cupped my balls and he suddenly hunched forward,
pushing his hardening cock deeper inside me. Dirty talk worked
with Mike too! Wow!

"Oh you naughty girl! You knew that would make me hot!" He had
become more excited and I got a little scared by his reaction. I
wanted to just make it fun for him but his masculinity seemed to
have been given a boost and he began to handle me a little
roughly. His hand squeezed my balls a little too tight and I
winced with pain.

Suddenly he came to his senses. "Oh John, I'm so sorry I hurt
you. Don't get mad. I won't do it again. You just got me worked
up with your dirty little girl talk," and he kissed my neck
tenderly. I just loved his lips on me and I put my hand on his
arm, stroking it to show my forgiveness.

Gordon's cock was deep in Dad's mouth when we looked over at them
and as Dad held Gordon's buttocks to steady himself, Gordon's
eyes were closed as his fingers ran through Dad's hair. Gordon's
hips were moving back and forth, fucking my father's mouth, and a
wet spot had developed on the front of Dad's knickers from the
pre-cum that his sexual activity was producing.

"Take it deeper, Jackie," said Gordon through gritted teeth.
"Right to the back of your pretty mouth."

As Dad did his best to swallow the enormous cock, it just wasn't
possible; too long and too thick. He continued for a couple of
minutes more and then Gordon stopped him and he produced the KY
lubricant that had been used on me. He showed Dad the tube and my
father knew what it meant.

Raising Dad to his feet, he led him to the end of the settee and
made him bend over the arm. "It has to be here, Jackie, so our
sons can watch," he said softly. "We don't want them to miss
this, do we?" When Dad glanced over at us, his face went deep red
as he saw that we were watching intently.

Dad's legs were spread wide and Mike's cock lurched inside me as
he watched his father pull down Dad's knickers until they rested
just under his buttocks. As Gordon coated two thick fingers with
KY, Dad stood still, waiting for the onslaught that he knew would
come. When those thick fingers touched Dad's bum-hole, he pushed
backwards, forcing them inside himself. He sighed audibly as he
impaled himself on them, sighing again when they were fully
inserted. Dad was enjoying the feeling of this man's fingers
inside him and Mike was enjoying watching Dad's enjoyment!

Gordon's cock remained stiff as he lubricated Dad's anus and
sometimes he leaned over Dad's back and whispered to him. "Does
that feel good, Jackie? Does it feel nice when a man puts things
up your man-pussy?" From our settee, we could hear the dirty talk
and we could also hear my father's low moans as he was
finger-fucked. "You want cock, don't you, Jackie? You want me to
breed you like a girl, don't you?" and my father replied
hoarsely, "Yes, Gordon. Oh yes!"

Mike's cock was sliding to and fro inside my greasy rectum. The
spunk and the KY still inside me made Mike's cock slide easily
and I had to admit that the full feeling he gave me each time his
knob reached my belly was becoming addictive. His eyes were still
fixed on our parents as he slowly fucked my bottom and I felt
something happening inside me each time that he thrust forward. I
didn't know what it was but it made my willy jump each time it
happened.

Gordon leaned over my father's back again and whispered once more
into his ear. "Do you want Daddy to breed you now, Jackie?"

Dad played the part which Gordon had chosen for him and answered
as expected. "Please, Daddy. Please put your big willy in me."

Behind me, Mike gasped at Dad's words and his cock jerked inside
me again. "Look, John, look at your dad!" he said excitedly.
"He's begging my dad to fuck him! He's pretending that he's my
sister and he wants Dad to push his cock into him!" His excited
whisper betrayed his arousal but the feelings inside me were
making my willy jerk. I was cumming! How could it be? I wasn't
being wanked but I was cumming! How? Why?

It was no good; I couldn't stop it. My teeth snapped together and
my body went rigid as I came, and suddenly my body was shuddering
and bucking, almost dislodging the large cock which filled me.
Mike kissed my neck as I shook and he tried to hold me still. My
insides must have been squeezing his cock because he began to
fuck me in earnest. When I looked down to see my dick, I had shot
my watery cum onto the settee!

"Oh John, you're making me cum too!" He tried to stifle the cry
which came from his throat and he partially succeeded. His cock
expanded and jerked inside me and, for the second time, he
unloaded his hot spunk into me. His semen was splashing the
already wet walls of my rectum and his grip on my body was almost
painful as he discharged each gob of hot spunk into me. His low
groan was smothered by my hair as he buried his mouth in it to
stifle the full-throated cry which forced itself from his mouth.

When the pulsing of his cock ended, his body relaxed and the only
outward sign that sexual congress had taken place was the panting
in my ear of the boy who had just filled my bottom with his
potent seed. He loved me and this was the second time he had
proved it. 'Oh Mike, I love you so much!' I thought. 'How did you
make me cum without touching me?'

Our love-making over, we looked over again at our fathers. Gordon
was poised behind Dad, his cock held in his hand, and he asked,
"Are you ready now, Jackie? Do you want Daddy's cock in your
pussy?" and he waited for my dad to answer.

"Put it in, Daddy! Please push it in me!" My dad's voice had
urgency in it and when Gordon touched his large knob to Dad's
anus, he backed onto it. We watched the thick cock open up Dad's
hole and it began to disappear slowly inside his bottom. My
father's moaning seemed to have an effect on Mike and he
whispered to me, "Oh John, just look at that! Isn't your dad sexy
in those knickers?"

Gordon's pubic hair was now squashed against Dad's bottom. His
cock was buried deep inside my father's pert bum, buried to the
hilt. Dad's eyes were closed and then Gordon began to move back
and forth, his enormous cock being pulled back and then
re-inserted. The thick shaft was shiny with the lubricant from
Dad's bottom and Gordon began his rhythmic thrusting, leaning
over Dad's back now and then to whisper more dirty talk to him.

"Such a tight pussy, Jackie. Daddy loves your tight little cunt!"
Bent over the arm of the settee, Dad moaned as he was royally
fucked. He whimpered now and then, begging, "Please, Daddy, not
so hard!" but Gordon pounded him regardless, grabbing the back of
Dad's neck with one hand while holding him around the waist with
the other. As the fucking continued, Dad's whimpering became less
and his moaning increased in frequency and volume.

Although Dad's knickers were pulled down at the back to allow
breeding, his stiff little cock was still inside his knickers at
the front. Taking his arm from around Dad's waist, Gordon reached
down and stroked his 'daughter's' dick through the sexy knickers,
wanking the hard little thing and making Dad moan even louder.

"Do you like that, Jackie? Do you like Daddy playing with your
clitty?" and Dad moaned again as Gordon's fingers worked the
little penis more vigorously.

"Yes, Daddy! Yes! Just like that!" and he sighed loudly as the
wanking of his 'clitty' gave him even more pleasure.

Mike, his cock still buried in me, watched with me as his father
fucked my dad with vigour, his long thick cock slimy and shiny
with lubricant. The fucking was becoming animalistic now and Dad
began more dirty talk.

"Do it, Daddy! Fill my little pussy with spunk!" He was becoming
hysterical, no doubt because of increasing excitement, and I
wondered briefly if he was the same when Granddad was fucking him
all those years ago. Did they play the same game? Was he treated
like a girl by his father? Did he beg his father to cum inside
his little 'pussy'?

Suddenly, "I'm cumming in my knickers!" Dad was panting as the
front of his knickers became dark blue, becoming soaked by the
spunk which spewed from his little cock. Gordon's fingers did not
slow as he felt the hot spunk come through the knickers but when
he finally released the little cock, he reached forward, around
my father's head, to place his fingers against my father's lips.

"Lick, dirty girl! Open your mouth and suck my fingers!" It was a
command, not a request, and obediently my father opened his mouth
and took in Gordon's slimy spunky fingers and licked them with
his tongue. As Dad licked and sucked his own spunk from Gordon's
fingers, the fucking began again, this time in earnest.

I watched Dad's apparent humiliation but it was not with pity. He
was pleasing his man and I had to admit to admiring him for it. I
saw this as being Mike and me. I would do exactly the same if
that's what my boyfriend wanted. I would do anything, play any
role that Mike wanted me to as long as he still loved me.
Suddenly Mike's fingers were touching my lips and I knew what he
wanted me to do. I opened my mouth and took in his fingers,
licking and sucking them, and regretting that my own watery spunk
was not coating them.

Gordon's hips slammed hard against Dad's bottom and he froze. The
big man groaned and then bellowed, "I'm cumming, darling!" and my
father stood perfectly still so that he could be bred by the
big-cocked man. The muscles around Gordon's face and neck stood
out as he orgasmed, his thick cock pulsing inside his little
girl's pussy, beginning the process of shooting spunk deep inside
her.

"Yes, Daddy! Cum in me! Breed me! Fill me with spunk!" My
father's voice became higher as he cried out for Gordon's semen
to be injected into him and for a moment, he sounded like the
girl he was pretending to be. "More, Daddy! I want more!"

Mike held me tighter as we watched this amazing breeding
happening right before our eyes. We could see Dad's closed eyes
as he felt Gordon's hot spunk bathing the walls of his rectum,
the hot seed being pumped in vast quantities into his bowels. He
was being mated, bred by a superior male, and he accepted the
potent seed gladly as a good female should. There was no escape.
The strong male restrained the female, holding her in place while
the seed was pumped into her waiting pussy. It was a momentous
occasion; it was the natural order of female surrendering herself
to her mate.

When the breeding was complete, Gordon collapsed onto Dad's back
and they stayed in that position, hunched over the arm of the
settee, both panting heavily. Gordon's hand began to stroke Dad's
cheek and Dad reached back to stroke Gordon's thigh, their
stroking a sign of their mutual pleasure.

Once their breathing had returned to normal, Gordon's lengthy
cock was withdrawn slowly from my father's 'pussy' and as Dad
stood up, spunk began to run down the inside of his leg. He was
made to take off his knickers and lay on his back on the settee,
his bottom hanging over the edge of the seat, and Gordon scooped
up the spunk which had leaked out and fed it to Dad. Those same
fingers were pushed into his just-fucked pussy to gather more of
the slimy warm spunk and those fingers were eagerly licked clean
by my dad.

Mike liked this idea and wanted the same so he pulled his now
soft cock from my bottom and I groaned at the sudden emptiness. I
felt the warm damp mess between my thighs as I was made to lie
down like Dad on our settee. Mike knelt between my open legs and
bent forward to examine my bum-hole. My bottom had begun to leak
almost immediately and much spunk was already running down my
legs. He put his head down and licked around my anus with his
warm wet tongue, letting me see the slime around his cheeks and
opening his mouth to show me his spunk-laden tongue before
swallowing it all.

His fingers probed my still open bum-hole and when he withdrew
them, he fed me his fingers and I licked happily at them,
swallowing his spunk as I looked dreamily into those big eyes of
his. He did it again, bringing more of his lovely sperm out of my
bottom, and I licked again, happy to taste my lover's spunk. When
no more came out, I sat up and drew him to his feet, pulling him
towards me. I took his large soft cock into my mouth and, while
looking up into those lovely eyes, I licked it clean. I lifted
the heavy cock and found that his balls too were covered in the
spunk which had leaked and I joyfully tongued them until I could
taste no more of his rich sperm. Then I just looked up at him.
'What a man!' I thought.

He sat next to me, intending to cuddle, but we saw that our
fathers were still busy with each other. Dad was between Gordon's
legs, licking clean his large balls, and Gordon waved us over. I
knelt beside Dad, watching his tongue work on the large ball-bag,
his hand holding Gordon's cock out of the way.

"Was Mike good to you, John?" asked his dad and I smiled as I
said, "Oh yes, Mr. Connor. He was wonderful."

"Will you do something for me?" he asked and I replied, "Of
course."

In his hand were Dad's spunky knickers and he offered them to me.
"Will you lick your daddy's spunk out of his knickers?"

Mike knelt down beside me and he waited for my answer. As Dad
began to lick Gordon's shaft clean of the spunk and lubricant, I
looked into Mike's eyes and, although he said nothing, I could
see the excitement burning there. I looked at the knickers and
could see the material soaked in spunk and while Mike watched, I
brought the knickers to my mouth, licking and sucking the flimsy
material. I looked into his eyes and saw the lust which
smouldered there. This simple act was turning my boyfriend on and
he watched each movement of my little tongue as I licked each
square inch of the blue knickers. I didn't expect what happened
next. He grabbed my wrist and brought the knickers to his own
mouth, licking greedily the wispy nylon and looking deep into my
eyes.

His father was watching too as his son sucked the gusset of the
knickers and he seemed to derive pleasure from the perverted act,
stopping Dad's licking to show him what their two sons were
doing. He too seemed pleased that Mike was licking his spunk from
the soaked blue knickers and once he had seen enough, he returned
to the cleaning of his lover's soft but impressive cock.

When he had finished, Mike made me stand and asked me to put them
on. Once the wet knickers were in place, Mike insisted that I
turn round slowly and he whistled softly at the sight. His father
watched too, reaching out to touch the flimsy material and
stroking my bottom through it. Mike and his dad looked at each
other and smiled, and I knew then that my wardrobe would soon
include girls' knickers which I'm sure they would insist I wear
often. I looked good and felt good in them and I was sure that my
enthusiasm for girls' clothes would match theirs. I was hooked
and they both knew it.



All this happened a year ago and now I'm almost 14 and can make
proper spunk. It began properly about 8 months ago and I was so
proud that I could shoot the white stuff at last. My confidence
was given a real boost when Mike 'persuaded' the boys at school
to leave me alone and all the teasing stopped. Actually, between
you and me, two of them keep chatting me up and I'm tempted to
let them have their way with me. I've said nothing to Mike but
the temptation is growing on me. Oh dear. My cock hasn't grown
any and neither has pubic hair but I don't mind because Mike
likes it that way. Dad shaves around his genitals now and I help
him shave around his bum-hole. It was Mr. Connor's idea and Dad
was glad to go along with it.

After that first night at Mr. Connor's house, we made it a
regular feature of our lives that we meet up every weekend for
the sex to which we all looked forward. Dad gave me his
collection of girls' clothes which he had kept from his youth but
that did not fit him any more. He had an interesting schoolgirl
outfit which consisted of white blouse, grey mini-skirt and white
ankle socks with black girls' shoes. A tiny training bra came
with the outfit and I thought of the fun that Mike or his father
would have fun taking it off my body.

Dad got a new wardrobe too, mostly of sluttish tops and
see-through knickers, together with black fishnet stockings and
high-heel shoes. Peep-hole bras and knickers with open gussets
made him popular with Gordon and during the role-play, which we
all liked, he would be the subject of dual penetration by his
'clients' as he touted for business around Mr. Connor's house. As
I walked around the Connor house, I was often felt up under my
school skirt and often bent over a chair and my knickers pulled
down so that one of the men could fill me with thick cock. The
other thick cock often filled my mouth and they vied with each
other to see who could last longest. It was usually Mr. Connor!

Dad also helps me with my hair now. He's good at styling and
before we go over to the Connor house, he sets ribbons in my
hair, making me look like a little girl. It drives Mike mad when
I turn up dressed like a schoolgirl with pretty ribbons in my
hair and he always takes me straight to his bed and fucks me,
usually twice. Sometimes Mr. Connor sees me first and he whisks
me away to his bed to enjoy my body but Mike usually finds me in
his dad's bed and he joins us so I often finish up with 4 loads
of spunk in my knickers. It means a lot of laundry though. I
usually take 3 or 4 pairs of knickers because the men won't leave
me alone.

What the men like too is the lesbian scene that Dad and I stage
for their pleasure, mostly in 69 position, but we never get to
actually finish what we plan because the men are always upon us
before the end, forcing their cocks inside us and filling us with
spunk.

There are no women in our households and it makes simple the
getting together of our two families. At home, I sleep with Dad
and although he doesn't fuck me, he has bought a strap-on dildo
which is thick and 6" long. We fuck each other with it to keep
our holes supple for the men in our lives and we do things for
each other that normal society would frown on, like sucking each
other's little dick and swallowing spunk.

At the Connor house, we always sleep over; Mike with me and Dad
with Gordon. Mike and I often hear Dad cry out as he cums on
Gordon's cock and often we have an audience as Mike seduces 'the
little schoolgirl that he has just met'. Sometimes Gordon fucks
my father as they both spy on us but we like to be watched
performing and we both admit that it turns us on.

Dad and I have been repeatedly invited to move in with the
Connors and, although it's tempting, Dad doesn't want to give up
his independence. My life has been turned around since we found
these two men who like to worship small cock. I kind of hope that
my dick doesn't get bigger when I'm older or that I'll grow that
nasty unsightly hair on my body. Mike has promised that it won't
make any difference if I get hair but he's also volunteered to
shave it off if I do.

Those among us with small genitals, take heart. Even those with
little dicks can be loved too.




Chapter 6

My life is good now. No more teasing at school about my little
dick. Mike and his father fill my bottom with cock every weekend.
I wear my knickers to school on the days when we don't have gym
and are required to take communal showers. I have to say that the
nylon or satin knickers that I wear are really soft against my
skin and I just wish someone had made me wear them years earlier.
Aren't girls lucky to be able to wear them every day?

Mike has left school and got a job now so I'm sort of on my own
now. I wondered if the teasing about my dick would begin again
but it hasn't done. I remember those days a year ago when the
boys in my class sniggered at my lack of dimension, all except
Mark Andrews. He never laughed, and although he said nothing to
the others, I felt that he seemed sorry for me. I don't know why
because he had a nice-sized piece of meat between his legs. I
keep catching him staring at me in class but when I look at him,
he looks away. Mind you, when I stare at him and he looks at me,
I turn away too. Why are we doing this?

In chemistry today, Mr. Davis was conducting an experiment to do
with hydrogen and he had set up the equipment on his bench. We
all had to gather round his bench to watch what happened in the
test-tubes, and with 23 in the class, we were 2 deep in most
places, all pushing forward to watch what he did. Somebody
directly behind me was pushing too and I could feel a stiff dick
against my bottom.

I reached behind me to nip the dick, laughingly wanting whoever
it was to back off a little. It was a gesture meant as a joke but
whoever was behind me didn't move and instead closed his hand
over mine, keeping it there. I turned my head to see that it was
Mark peering over my shoulder at the experiment in progress. His
hand was holding mine tightly and he rubbed his stiffy against
it. It was nice and nobody could see what we were doing so I
started to rub it up and down.

He let go of my hand when he thought I would continue and I have
to confess to feeling excited as I wanked him over his pants. His
cock was long and thick, just how I like them, and I'd often
admired it when we had to shower together. Here I was now,
handling his fine specimen, and he was trying his best to pretend
he was watching what was happening on the bench in front of us.

"Carter!" Mr. Davis spoke and I jumped, taking my hand from the
cock I had been stroking and enjoying. "Are you paying attention?
Your mind seems to be somewhere else, boy."

"Sorry, sir," I replied sheepishly and returned my thoughts to
the experiment taking place before me. Mark's stiff cock remained
pressed against my arse though.

Once the experiment had been concluded, we all made our way back
to our desks and Mark gave me a meaningful look but I didn't know
exactly what that meaning was. I thought all morning about what
we had done and he must have been thinking the same because every
time I looked at him, he was staring back at me. What did it
mean?

After lunch, I stayed in the school, intending to finish my
homework which was due the next day. Everybody else seemed to be
outside in the sunshine so at least I would get some peace to
finish what I needed to. I hadn't been working more than 10
minutes when I needed a pee so I went off to the toilets nearby.
I had reached through my fly and had to negotiate my way under
the leg-band of the pink satin knickers that I wore. Once I had
found my little dick and had started to pee, I heard the door
open behind me but I didn't look up. Suddenly a groin was thrust
against my bottom and I looked around to see Mark was pressed
against me with the stiff cock which I had felt earlier.

Conscious of us being in public, I hissed, "What are you doing,
Mark?" and I looked around to make sure nobody was watching. He
ignored me though and put his arms around my waist, pushing his
cock harder into me. His right hand descended and suddenly his
fingers found my little willy and, now that I had finished
peeing, he felt it, running his fingers underneath to play with
my tiny balls. His hand suddenly froze when he touched the satin
of my underwear.

'Oh God! I'm done for now! He knows about my knickers!' He would
hate me! He would tell the others! Wait though. He was the only
one who didn't laugh at my tiny dick, the only one who seemed to
feel sorry for me. Of course he wouldn't tell anybody because he
liked me. In any case, he had just been feeling me up in a manner
which had made me stiff so that my 2" of thin dick stood out
proudly from my groin. Before I knew what was happening, his hand
was pulled from my inside my pants and I had been ushered into a
cubicle and the door had been firmly locked behind us.

I looked fearfully into Mark's eyes but I saw excitement there!
"Show me, John! Let me see them!" he whispered hoarsely. He was
in a state of high excitement! What was happening? I undid my
pants and shoved them down my legs and his eyes popped out. My 2"
stiff dick was still poking through the leg of my knickers and
Mark had sat down on the lid of the bowl, his eyes fixed to my
crotch.

His hands trembled as he touched my knickers and he gently
returned my stiff idick to its place inside them. "They're
beautiful, John!" That's all he said but his hands were moving
over every inch of the satin, feeling each inch where they
covered me. Covered is not really the word because the tightness
of them meant that every contour of me was visible, each bulge of
dick and balls, and both buttocks and the valley between were
visible. As his hands roamed over me, I was relieved that he
didn't hate me for wearing them.

He turned me round and touched my bottom, running his fingers
over the satin between my bum-cheeks. He kissed my knickers and I
felt his warm breath as he ran his tongue up and down the valley
between my cheeks. He made me open my legs and his fingers
touched my little balls from behind, running from there to touch
my hard little shaft, all lovingly felt through the material of
my girly underwear. His tongue was making my knickers wet and
soon I felt the wet satin sticking to my skin. He turned me round
again and slobbered over my satin knickers, licking my little
stiffy and fondling the tiny balls beneath, held in tightly by
the knickers which were now becoming drenched at the front too. I
liked this; this was exceptional. A boy in my class was
worshipping my knickers and I was certainly enjoying his
attention!

I wanted this to continue. I was becoming so hot that I wanted to
kiss him but I was unsure about how he would react. His hands and
fingers began to move more urgently, less gently than before, and
I recognized the signs of a boy so horny that he wanted to cum
and he didn't care where as long as it was now! What did he want?
A wank? A blowjob? Did he want to mount me and pump his spunk
inside my bottom?

Suddenly he stopped and turned me round to face him. "Sit down,"
he whispered and he stood up, moving round so that I might take
his place. Once I was seated, he undid his pants and quickly
lowered them. He would want me to wank him or give him a blowjob.
I was so worked up now that I would have given him anything he
asked for, even bending over so that he could fuck me if that was
what he wanted.

When he stood back up, there it was; Mark's cock in a condition I
had never seen it in before. It was painfully erect, its foreskin
still clinging to his fiery red knob. Unconsciously I licked my
lips, my eyes fixed to the manly shaft which stood proud from his
slightly hairy groin. My own little erection jumped too as this
boy displayed his wonderfully smooth cock to me and I brought up
my hand to take it into my palm.

His shaft was hot, throbbing, and in need of attention. My other
hand went below to cup his balls and he sighed as I fondled them,
weighing each large ball in my hand. His scrotum was hot and
sweaty, lightly haired, and the skin was not wrinkled as mine
was, but smooth as if his balls had swelled in size and he needed
milking badly before his ball-sac exploded.

He couldn't wait, that was obvious, so I began to wank him,
seeing the pre-cum which seeped from his pee-slit and dribbled
down the foreskin which half-covered his blood-engorged knob. I
wanked faster and when he whispered, "Suck it, John! Please!" I
moved my head forward and tasted the salty nectar with the tip of
my tongue. I ran my tongue around his knob, tasting and feeling
the taut skin, and I pulled his foreskin all the way back down
his shaft each time I pulled on it.

Mark couldn't wait! His arousal was too far advanced to give him
pleasure at a leisurely pace and suddenly he forced his knob into
my mouth, holding my head with both hands so that I had no chance
to refuse him. I was caught a little unprepared but this boy
needed relief now so I went straight to sucking and within 5
seconds, he groaned softly and the jerking of his cock inside my
mouth began.

Holding my head tighter, he fucked my mouth as he came, fucking
me as each gob of boy-spunk was pumped from his pee-slit. It was
hot, bitter, but not thick, and I sat there unmoving as he filled
my mouth with his slimy spunk. I couldn't swallow properly
because each time he thrust into me, he closed off my windpipe
with his spitting knob and I couldn't gauge when to try to
breathe. I choked and tried to pull back but with the boy in the
excited state he was in, he was in no mood for worrying about me.
He was cumming hard and fast and I had to go with him, to let him
fill me as he wanted.

On my tongue, the tube under his shaft pulsed again and again,
forcing more of his seed into me until he eventually stopped and
I could ease back my head an inch or two to allow myself take a
breath. Now I could swallow and I did so, needing two big gulps
to free up my mouth of the hot slimy semen which had been pumped
into my mouth.

He breathed hard, like an angry bull, his eyes half-closed as he
surveyed the tears in my eyes. My eyes had watered through the
gagging I had suffered and the tears had run down my face.
Suddenly he looked alarmed at what he had done and made to
withdraw but I held him fast, holding his buttocks tightly so he
could not escape. I knew the reason for my tears but the older
inexperienced boy did not.

When I knew that he would not flee, I released my grip and
stroked his taut buttocks, feeling the crease between with my
fingertips. He was still now, his breathing becoming more
regular, and I began to lick clean the boy's softening cock with
my tongue. Suddenly all was tranquil, a silence after the storm,
and he touched my hair with his fingers. The face of the raging
bull had been replaced by that of a contented creature, and that
face watched me soothe the cock that only a minute ago had reared
up and forced hot seed into my welcoming mouth.

He played with my hair as I pulled his cock from mouth and he
watched as I pulled back his foreskin to lick clean that part of
him which had been covered by it. My own desire to cum had been
left behind because of Mark's urgency but I didn't mind, thinking
that later I would relive this experience and wank until I shot
out a nice amount of warm spunk into a sink or toilet.

With his cock now soft, he pulled me up off the seat and held me,
whispering, "Thankyou, John. I really needed that!" I snuggled
against his shirt front and placed my hands on his bare bottom,
stroking it because he seemed to like that. I liked being held
and when he moved his hands down to play with my knickers again,
I felt so warm and safe with him.

Suddenly he whispered, "Hey, we'd better get to class!" I
realised that the time must have galloped along and suddenly two
boys were falling over each other, trying to pull up their pants
at the same time in a confined space. He was ready first but he
helped me to get dressed, fingering for one last time the satin
knickers that he had found so sexy before pulling up my pants to
cover them.

As we dashed to the next lesson, he asked, "Can you come to my
house after school? I want to show you something." I said yes
just as we got to the classroom door.



On the way to his house, I kept asking what he wanted to show me
but he wouldn't tell me. At his door, he put the key in the lock
and soon we were inside. It was a small house, much smaller than
ours anyway, and when he invited me to his bedroom, I saw that it
contained two beds. Ah, he has a brother. But something didn't
seem right and it took a few seconds to realise that I could
smell girly perfume. What the...? Then I noticed the teddy-bear
lying next to one of the beds.

He saw my expression and started to explain. "We only have two
bedrooms so my sister has to sleep in the same room as me."

I had to ask, "How old is she?" and he replied, "Thirteen."

"Look at this," he said and led me to a chest of drawers. Opening
the top one, he said, "There! Aren't they really something?"

It was his sister's underwear drawer, full of knickers, bras and
tights. He fingered them reverently and invited me to touch them
too. School knickers, training bras, lacy knickers and a couple
of bikinis. His eyes glazed over as he fondled the garments and I
sensed that he wanted to touch the female flesh that they covered
rather than the garments themselves.

He took a lacy pair of knickers out of the drawer and placed them
against his cheek, rubbing them gently against him. I took out
some white cotton school knickers and placed them against me,
measuring them to see if they would fit me. It looked like they
might. It was a temptation to try them on but I resisted it,
telling myself that I wouldn't want anybody trying on MY knickers
when I wasn't there.

Mark, meantime, seemed to be getting worked up by the lacy
knickers he fondled and his hand was rubbing his crotch through
his pants. The bulge there confirmed that he was highly aroused
and I was pretty sure what was going to happen soon. He would
need to cum again and there were only the two of us here.

"Where's the bathroom, Mark?" I asked quietly and he broke off
his worship of the lacy knickers to tell me.

In the bathroom, I peed and searched for lubricant. I found a jar
of Vaseline and put it into my pocket and then returned to where
Mark was smelling the clean knickers. I knew what he needed and I
would give it to him. I liked him, liked him a lot, and I
couldn't stand by and watch him suffer.

Standing before him, I spoke quietly. "Undress me, Mark. I'll
give you what you want."

He looked at me, uncomprehending at first, and then the
realisation dawned on him. I was offering myself to him. With
trembling hands, he undressed me, removing each item of clothing
and laying it down on one of the beds. Soon I was down to just my
knickers and his eyes glazed over again as they devoured the
sight.

"Take your clothes off, Mark," I said softly and he ripped them
off, his eyes never leaving the pink satin that I wore. To
inflame him further, I turned and bent down to retrieve the jar
of Vaseline from my pocket and I felt his eyes on me, on my
little bottom.

Suddenly he was on his knees behind me and I felt again his
tongue against me, licking the satin which covered my bottom so
tightly. I remained bent over as he slobbered over me, his saliva
soaking my knickers. With uncertain hands, he pulled down my
knickers to just below my buttocks and his tongue touched my
bum-hole. I tingled at the touch, the hundreds of nerves around
my anus making me lust for more of him. His saliva soaked the
cleft between my buttocks and when he pushed the tip of his
tongue through my anal sphincter, I was ready to surrender
completely to this boy who turned me on so much.

He was an animal feasting on my body and my stiff 2" dick
betrayed the fact that I wanted to be eaten! This inexperienced
older boy was pushing all my buttons, arousing me in a way that
the men who already used me did. My knees became weak and
suddenly I collapsed forward onto the bed, pulling myself free
from the tongue that was giving me so much pleasure. My legs were
off the bed, spread wide, and my dick rubbed against the edge of
the mattress.

Within seconds, he had pounced on me again and his warm wet
tongue was forcing its way inside my arse. I mewled like a kitten
as my anal nerves were stimulated and I almost forgot the jar of
Vaseline which I still grasped in my hand. I was panting now as
Mark fucked me with his thick tongue but I managed to speak as I
brought my hand behind me to give him the Vaseline.

"Put some of this in me, Mark!" I whispered between my laboured
breaths and he took the jar. I was disappointed when his mouth
left my bottom but when his fingers invaded me, smeared with a
generous amount of the cold jelly, I sighed as two fingers
slipped inside me. I was as aroused as he was now and his
inexperienced handling of my young boy bottom caused me some pain
but he had me so worked up that I ignored his clumsy treatment of
me.

He was fucking me with his two fingers and I was mewling again
each time they were thrust inside me. He was panting too, his
arousal making him oblivious to the pain he might be causing me.
Mark would fuck me hard, urgently, without mercy, and I would
welcome him into my body regardless. I wanted to be used by him,
to feel his thick boy-cock deep inside me.

The fingers were removed and suddenly he was on me, mounting me,
pushing his knob against my greasy anus. I pushed out and then
his knob slid into me. The big knob opened up my sphincter and I
grabbed the bedclothes with both fists as I was invaded. His sigh
was audible when he felt my tight bum-hole squeezing his knob but
my own sighs came as he inched his big cock into me. I wanted
this, I wanted him, I wanted any man just now. I just needed
cock!

He pushed forward slowly but without stopping and found himself
completely buried in my boy-pussy, his sparse pubic hair crushed
against my bottom. He stopped then, I think to marvel at how his
entire shaft was being squeezed by my warm greasy rectum. I felt
good too, having this boy's thick shaft forcing open my insides.
I could have laid on my belly for ages, just basking in the
feeling of cock filling me up so full that I didn't want to move.
It couldn't happen, of course. Mark wanted desperately to cum, to
fuck the warm tight hole which I was happily providing for him.
It was his first time and I wanted it to be special for him.

Seconds later, he started to pull back and I felt momentary
regret but he slammed his cock back into me and began to fuck me
vigorously, slamming his hips against my bottom as he repeatedly
thrust violently into me. Each thrust took my breath away and I
gripped the bedclothes tighter as the rutting continued.

"Oh Mark!" I cried as he fucked me hard. I had the dull pain deep
inside me each time he bottomed out in me but I wanted that pain,
I needed it. He had been holding himself off me by his hands
supporting his weight but he lowered himself so that he covered
my back with his chest and belly and he kissed the back of my
neck and my shoulder. Oh how nice that felt!

He fucked me hard and fast and it was only seconds later when I
felt him suddenly freeze, his groin tight against my bottom, and
his knob expanded inside me. His cock jerked and he held me tight
as he began to spray the walls of my rectum with his boy-spunk.
The pulsing of his stiff shaft made me tingle as I felt his hot
semen being forced deep inside me and I lay still as he bred me.

Mark wailed as he came, the sound of an animal in pain, but the
animal was him and he was breeding me like a female. He was
filling me with spunk and I wanted to kiss him, to kiss his lips,
but I couldn't because I was face-down underneath his body. He
lay on me, panting in my ear as his cock jerked, his cock
spitting that wonderful hot spunk deep into my tight little arse.

When the jerking stopped, he stayed on top of me, no doubt
because of the instinct that the male has when breeding. Stay
inside the female until she has every fertile sperm from your
balls. Make sure she gets every single drop of the potent spunk
that will make her produce new offspring.

He released his grip on me but I didn't move. I would wait to see
what he wanted me to do. His hot seed would search for an egg but
of course it would be in vain. I was his female, his bitch, and
he would breed me at every opportunity. He would take me whenever
he wanted and I would be grateful for all the spunk he could pump
into me.

I bathed in the glow of his satisfaction, the satisfaction that
he was a true male at last, the proof of which swam freely in my
rectum. His cock was softening now but the walls inside my arse
tried to milk even more from him and he nuzzled my neck as the
sensation took him over.

"Ooh, John! How do you do that?" he whispered and kissed my
shoulder.

Less than a minute later, his cock regretfully was expelled from
my bum-hole and, as he stood up, I turned to look up at him. He
was grinning from ear to ear, his lust sated and proud that he
had experienced his first fuck. His urgent need to breed had been
satisfied and I think that he was thinking now about me, about
what I might still need.

I sat up, stood and pulled up my knickers. My next duty always
was to clean the penis that had just bred me. As a good girl
should, I knelt between his legs and took the soft cock in my
hand, licking his knob clean of his spunk and lubrication. He
looked down at me as I performed my oral duty and his eyes were
filled with what looked like love. It was just post-coital
melancholy, I was sure,but I felt nice about it anyway.

When I had finished cleaning him and I stood up, he kissed me on
the lips, a warm gentle kiss of affection. His hands were on my
bottom again, feeling once more the knickers that seemed to
arouse him so much. He turned me round then so that his chest was
against my back and his hand went down inside my knickers to take
my little dick between his fingers.

From behind, he wanked me gently, his fingers stroking my hard 2"
erection inside the satin and I leaned back against him, enjoying
the touch of his fingers. He went lower and cupped my little
ball-sac in his hand, moving my grape-sized balls around inside.
His head was forward now, leaning on my shoulder, and I turned my
head to kiss his cheek.

He heard my breathing quicken and his fingers wanked me more
firmly. With my head turned and buried into his neck, I felt the
tingling in my groin and I knew that I was about to shoot my
spunk. He didn't stop or slow down as I came and as my dick began
to spit warm semen into my knickers, I moaned into his neck,
"Mark! Oh Mark!" His left hand held me around my chest while his
right hand pulled my foreskin completely back and held it there.

I shuddered but his strong hands held me in place as my orgasm
washed over me in waves. I trembled as my spunk spilled out of my
little dick and my legs began to shake but Mark held me up so
that I wouldn't fall. When the trembling finally stopped, he took
his hand from inside my knickers and showed me the small amount
of spunk that had accidentally got onto his fingers. I brought
his hand to my mouth and sucked his fingers, cleaning off the
warm semen with my tongue.

He turned me round to face him and his eyes lit up when he saw
the mess I had made in my knickers. They were soaked with cum now
but it seemed to turn him on more than before. "Turn round and
bend over, John," he whispered and I did as he asked. He knelt
down behind me and I knew what he was looking for. When I heard
his gasp, I knew what he had found. I was leaking spunk from my
bum-hole and it fascinated him.

When he stood up, he asked me sheepishly, "Can I have your
knickers to keep? You know... as a souvenir?"

What could I say? He wanted them but he didn't say what he would
do with them. Did he want to wear them full of my spunk? Did he
want to lick the spunk out of them when I had left? Did he just
want to sniff them? A nasty thought came to me. Did he want to
show his sister my knickers full of spunk? And what did he do
with his sister anyway, being in the same bedroom all night?

I took my knickers off and handed them to him, watching as he
handled them as if they had been the Holy Grail. He placed them
carefully in a drawer after throwing all the contents onto the
floor. When he turned to face me again, he looked embarrassed but
he went over to his sister's drawer and took out a pair of sheer
lemon bikini panties.

"Wear these home, John, will you?" he said, but his face became
deep red when he added, "Bring them back when you come again but
don't wash them."

I had to ask. "What will you do with my knickers, Mark?"

He wouldn't answer but instead he turned away to hide his face
from me. I gazed at his bottom and wondered just what they would
look like in knickers. He wouldn't wear them, I thought, he was
too manly for that. It was only for boys like me who looked
feminine and were small-dicked.

"Go on. Tell me, Mark," I cajoled gently. "Whatever you tell me
is our secret."

He was still reluctant although now he had turned to face me.
Then he blurted it out.

"My sister likes to watch me wank while I wear her knickers and
when I cum, she puts them on herself and I have to lick her cunt!
When I show her your knickers, she will make me wear them and I
will have to cum in them too. Then she'll wear them and make me
lick her."

I was shocked but I suddenly thought, 'How would she like to
watch her brother fuck me while I wear her knickers?'

I had to go. I had to think up an excuse for arriving home in
strange knickers. I'd cheated on Mike too, hadn't I? Was I a slut
now?



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My Little Dick