Date: Mon, 12 Dec 2011 09:18:52 +0100
From: John P <jpcrusader06@gmail.com>
Subject: My Little Dick chapter 2


			      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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