
                                          MY LITTLE DICK


                                               by John P

                                          Copyright© 2011



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
fulfillment 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.




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