Date: Mon, 2 Jan 2012 01:39:03 +0100
From: John P <jpcrusader06@gmail.com>
Subject: My Little Dick chapter 6

			      MY LITTLE DICK

				 by John P
			      Copyright 2011


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 dick 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.

When he suddenly 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 a 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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