Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2011 00:07:09 +0100
From: John P <jpcrusader06@gmail.com>
Subject: My Little Dick chapter 3

			      MY LITTLE DICK

				 by John P
			     Copyright... 2011


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 girliness 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.




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