Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2015 07:54:34 +0100
From: Zachary Blake <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: Pretend I'm a Girl (Revised)

PRETEND I'M A GIRL
By Zachyboy
M/b, oral, anal

The following story is a work of fiction and contains sexual situations
between an adult man and his underage son. If this material is illegal
where you live or you find it objectionable, please leave now.

Please support the Nifty Archive Alliance and keep this valuable resource
alive and functioning long into the future:

http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

Readers download 60,000 stories for every dollar donated to operate the
Nifty site. It seems like we should fix that discrepancy. Please be a
gentleman and give something this week. Thank you.

# # # # # # # # # #

My son Philip James is 10. When he was young and we lived in France with
his mother who died, he called himself Filip Jimmy, which we shortened to
Fiji.

We now live in Los Angeles. We are close, Fiji and I, my son and my
angel. We have done things that fathers and sons don't normally do. I have
sucked him and licked him, his beautiful tiny boy body, his cock and his
boyhole. He has sucked me and eaten my seed. And beautiful miracles and
moments, I have fucked my son. My Fiji, in all his sweet beauty, I have
fucked him in his perfect ass and I have made him mine.

Not long after I fucked my son, my beautiful Fiji that very first time, he
smiled at me on the stairway up to bed one night, where he is always the
instigator, always the creative one, and said, "Daddy, tonight when you
fuck me, pretend I'm a girl."

"Oh, no Fiji," I smiled at him. "It is precisely the fact that you are a
boy that makes me want you so much. A girl I have no interest in. It is
your beautiful sweet boy parts that make me so hard for you, Fiji. That
make me want to fill you."

"Daddy," he stomped petulantly, for this was his way. "I make the rules in
our games, Daddy. And tonight I say you will pretend I'm a girl!" And he
stomped up the stairs in faux pout, wagging his tail behind him. And as I
watched it sway, watched it wiggle and jiggle, I knew as I always did, he
would get whatever he wanted, my Fiji, my ruler.

If tonight he wanted me to pretend he was a girl, that is exactly what I
would do. How he owns me, my beautiful son. How entirely his I am. And how
grateful that makes me.

# # # # # # # # # #

This "Pretend I'm a Girl," I think I know where it started.

Fiji's young cousin Simone had been to our house to visit and play. She is
three years younger than Fiji. She is 7.

She is the daughter of my sister Yvette, who lives in both Los Angeles and
Marseille, where Fiji and I came from. Yvette comes here for work, and
Simone often spends her days with us in the summer.

I'm sure there has been sex play between Fiji and Simone for at least a
year, maybe two. "Show me yours and here is mine." "Let me touch you there,
and you should touch me here." I have never walked in on them. I allow them
their privacy. But from hushed whispers and quiet giggles behind Fiji's
closed bedroom door, I am sure as any parent is sure, that boys and girls
when left alone, will find each other's most private and special places and
see what the feel like and smell like and taste like.

I did see Fiji smelling her panties one day last week. Simone had already
gone to the back yard to the swimming pool and had changed in my room as
she always does, and on my way down the hallway to find Fiji to join her, I
saw him standing in my bedroom, Simone's cotton panties pressed to his
nose, blue with yellow butterflies, breathing deeply of her tiny pussy
smell, his eyes closed, a soft smile on his lips. I did not interfere. My
niece Simone is a pretty girl. Her tiny mound, in clothing or without, is a
treasure. A boy should enjoy that. A boy is allowed.

Fiji stood and smelled the scent of her girlhood. His eyes were closed. He
made soft noises in his throat. His hand went quickly down the front of his
pants to rub his little cock. But only for a second. He touched his penis
only briefly. Surprised, I watched him remove his hand, suck on his finger,
and then still smelling her panties, reach around behind himself, put his
hand down the back of his pants, bend slightly, and push his finger into
his bottom, now groaning quietly, still sniffing Simone's pretty panties.

My son wanted to smell his cousin's tiny girl sex, and imagine himself
being filled in his own hole, perhaps as her. I do not know.

# # # # # # # # # #

So when Fiji said to me on the stairway, with a sparkle in his eye and a
wiggle in his bottom, "Daddy, tonight when you fuck me, pretend I'm a
girl," I knew I was in for a treat, and I likely had the recent presence of
my niece Simone to thank for it. What lessons she may or may not have given
him danced happily in my fantasies as I followed Fiji up the stairs, my own
cock already growing hard in my pajamas.

When I got to Fiji's door, it was closed and locked. A great surprise,
since Fiji never locks me out at night. Quite the contrary.

"Fiji," I tapped. "May I come in?"

"One minute, Daddy," I heard him giggle. Then a shuffling. A rustling. The
slide of his dresser drawers. Another soft giggle.

"Okay, Daddy," he giggled, and I heard him unlock the door.

I opened it slowly, and there was my Fiji, his pajamas tossed aside and now
standing in his cousin Simone's skirt and blouse, one she had worn to our
house several weeks ago. My jaw dropped open and my eyes widened in
surprise and approval.

"Do you like it, Daddy," Fiji purred demurely, his eyes looking up at me,
wide, innocent and full of sex.

`Oh, Fiji," I whispered in spite of myself. "I think you are beautiful."

He ran to me, jumped into my arms and threw his arms around my
neck. Immediately, he kissed me as lovers do, wrapping his arms tightly
around me as his tiny tongue licked into my mouth, dancing across my own,
tasting like soda pop, toothpaste and beautiful boyhood. My cock rose and
grew hard as a tree as my Fiji nibbled my lips and sucked on my tongue.

"Oh, Fiji," I whispered. "You make Daddy so happy."

"I'm Simone tonight, Daddy," Fiji whispered hungrily. "Pretend I'm Simone."

"Oh, Simone," I whispered, and I kissed him even harder.

I lifted him down and I stood him on the floor. With my finger, I lifted
his chin so he looked at me, eye to eye.

"What should I do first to you, my Simone, my angel?"

Fiji giggled.

"My titties, Daddy, my titties. You have to suck on my titties first."

Moaning, I dropped to my knees. I slowly lifted his cousin's blouse over
his head, marveling and feeling my mouth water as it always does when
Fiji's tight, perfect tummy and chest come into view. He has lovely little
tummy muscles, long and slender perfect arms, ribs and belly button to make
a man weep, and copper nipples no bigger than a dime.

He held his arms up for me as I lifted Simone's blouse off his body and
dropped it to the floor. He jutted his chest out toward me proudly, gently,
no giggles, innocent and needing my touch and my tongue.

"Oh, Simone," I whispered to him. "Look at what a beautiful girl you
are. Look at your precious and pretty little body. May I suck your titties,
pretty Simone?"

Fiji blushed and nodded his head yes.

And with that, I ran my hands up the softness of his tummy, up to his
nipples which I flicked with my thumbs, and then leaned forward to suck on
them gently, one then the other, sucking, teasing, gently nibbling, then
nursing lovingly as Fiji moaned and pressed them against my hungry mouth.

"Oh, Daddy," he said. "So good. So good."

I alternated between his sweet nipples, then kissed my way up his salty
warm neck, then kissed his mouth again, where I found his lips wanting me,
his upper lip trembling, eager and wanting and waiting.

"And now what, Simone?" I whispered in his ear. "Now what my pretty girl,
my angel?"

"My bagina," he whispered quietly into my ear, his breath smelling hot and
sweet as it blew against me. "You have to lick my bagina now. Lick it and
smell it and touch it with your fingers."

I led him to his bed, and with a gentle nudge, bent him over the edge of
his mattress, his pretty skirted bottom now directly in my face as I
kneeled. Without even lowering it, I pushed my face forward into the
material of Simone's skirt and inhaled the sweet bedtime scent of my
son. Right into his soft covered crack I pressed my face and inhaled
deeply. He was soap and baby powder and the sweet-sour scent of boy. Musky
and hot with the promise of the wet, spongy tightness I already knew.

"Pull my skirt down," Fiji whispered into his mattress. "Lick my bajina,
Daddy."

I lowered his skirt but didn't take it off. I slid it down slowly and
watched his panty covered ass come into view. Beautiful white cotton
panties with red and yellow flowers. I pressed my face forward and smelled
his ass again. Ambrosia. My cock began to drip in my pajamas. I pulled them
down and let it free, hard and ready for him. Hard and ready to fuck my
son.

"Oh, Simone," I whispered to Fiji. "Such pretty panties for Daddy." I
kneaded his cheeks and fingered his hole through the material. He moaned
and pushed back. I pushed my finger forward, pressing the soft cloth into
his hole along with the tip of my finger. He whimpered wanting more.

"Please Daddy, take my panties off and lick me. Please, please, Daddy. Lick
me in my pussy."

I slowly peeled his panties down and watched the cloth tug tacky from his
starfish, leaving a little tan dot behind. I would enjoy it later. I opened
his cheeks and moaned out load when I saw his sweet boyhole come into my
view. It does not matter how many times I feast my eyes on Fiji's
boyhole. It is always the first time to my eyes and my mind and my heart
and my soul. My cock jumped at the sight like a hungry hound. Like a wolf
to be fed at suppertime.

"Please, Daddy," Fiji whimpered, almost in tears with need. "Pretend I'm a
girl and lick my bajina."

"Simone, my beautiful one. Such a pretty baby pussy for Daddy. Open up and
let Daddy lick it with his hungry tongue."

And I was hungry. I was salivating.

And I pressed my mouth into him like he was my meal. Like love and like
hunger. With no hesitation, only grateful need.

Oh God, his beautiful flavor. So indescribable and pure. As many times as I
have tasted Fiji in this beautiful, crazy year, I can never describe his
scent and his flavor. Sweet and bitter. Sour and vinegar and pepper
perfume. Clove and earth and fireflies across my tongue. Things I can't
say. Things I can only feel. Sparkles and glitter and treble-sweet music
across my tongue, instantly familiar, yet always new. Something always to
surprise me as Fiji grabs the sheets and moans a twists his bottom back
into my face as my tongue laps hungrily and slips deep inside his tangy,
open hole.

"Mmmm, nnnnggh," I moaned as I ate him greedily. I could never get enough
of this. Feed this to me for days on end, and I will always, always beg you
for more.

"Oh, oh, oh!" he gasped in staccato bursts, his own little cocklet standing
up and as hard as a nail.

I brought my face up, the smell of his ass still trapped under my
nose. Thank God the sweet smell comes with me. I moved him doggie style to
the floor. Moved in to hold him with an arm around his tummy. Like a
wrestling hold. Like starting to wrestle. But I did not wrestle my sweet
Fiji with his skirt and his panties still dangling from his slender legs
and his skinny ankles. I leaned my lips close to his ears to whisper to him
softly.

"Pretty Simone," I whispered. "Can Daddy fuck your pretty bottom?"

"My bajina, Daddy," Fiji whimpered. "Fuck my pretty bagina."

"Is this your bagina" I whispered to him teasingly, grapsing his hard
cocklet.

He gasped but said, "no."

"Is this your bagina?" I asked him again, rubbing his tiny acorn balls with
my forefinger and second.

"No, Daddy," he whimpered, nearly gyrating his ass with need.

I sucked my finger and made it wet. I put it to my mouth and let Fiji suck
it too. Dripping with our spit, I reached behind and touched it to his
tight tiny anus.

"Then this must be your bagina," I whispered, and on the word "this,"
pushed my finger fully and easily into Fiji's open ass.

"Oh yes, Daddy. Oh God, yes! That's where it is, Daddy. That's where it
is!"

I pushed and twisted and made him ready for me.

"Oh God, Daddy," he mumbled hungrily, saliva running from the corner of his
mouth, "Please, Daddy, please hurry! Please, please!"

I got behind him and mounted him on my knees.

So hot, so hard, I looked at Simone's tiny skirt still hanging from his
tiny body. And for a moment I really could imagine Simone herself, naked
and splayed open for me, ready to have her virgin pussy filled. But the
scent, the ass, the flavor, the sight, was all naked Fiji, my beautiful
sweet son. All open. All boy.

I lined my cockhead up to his anus and pushed into him slowly and fully. He
cried out in a long, wailing, joyful, "ohhhhhhhhhhhh," that pierced the
stars, a high, trembling, heartfelt note of tears and satisfaction. God, if
I live to be a million, just one more time let me hear that impossibly
joyful sound.

"Oh, my sweet Simone," I moaned as I slid in and out of his tight, tiny
asshole, as tight as a tube and as hot as August, "Let me fuck your sweet
pussy, Simone. Let me fuck your sweet pussy and put my babies deep inside
you."

"Oh yes," Fiji whispered. "Make me have babies in my tummy, Daddy. Make me
have lots of babies."

I took my time and fucked him gently, licking the sweat off the back of his
neck, fucking him doggie style on the floor of his bedroom, smelling his
sweet, hot ass open up for me, watching my thick cock slide in and out
between his buns. It should not fit, a cock so big, and yet there it goes,
in and out of him, while he moans and twists back and pushes against it,
begging for more, the smells of our sex igniting the very air of the
night. If my cock were two inches bigger, he would still push back, so
hungry is his need for it. He is just a boy. He is only 10. But he loves to
be fucked. The noises he makes. The way he pushes back and forces it
deeper. He loves to be fucked.

I saw him reach up to stroke his own little cocklet, hard and ready and
about to burst its tiny offering.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," he whispered in rhythm to my in and out
thrusting. Everything was rhythm. Everything was a metronome. The sweat
dripped unpredictibly from his forehead, innocent rivulets of liquid
chaos. A drop ran down along his ear. I licked it off and shuddered at the
salt. He moaned, he cried out, he tensed. His little cock jerked in his
hand, and I caught the two small drops that emerged from his beautiful piss
slit, and pressed them to his own lips.

"Taste your pussy juice, Simone," I whispered, which made him moan and lick
and tremble. "How good you taste, little girl." He licked my hand. I licked
his neck. I turned his head around and still fucking him, licked his lips
and his cheek as he gave me his tongue to suck. It was a wide open-mouth
kiss, much too erotic for a boy. It was a man's kiss, hungry and mature.

I pulled my cock from him and he moaned in disappointment.

I carried him to his bed, roughly, and laid him on his back. I straddled
him on my knees. I lifted his legs high above my shoulders and entered him
again, too fast, too quickly, and I'm sure it pained him, but I was too
incensed with my own lust and need to slow myself. His eyes rolled back in
his head as I entered him. He moaned out loud and grasped at the bed
sheets.

"Oh Simone," I whispered, looking at his pretty face. His closed eyes. His
angelic smile. "What a big girl you are now. I'm fucking you hard now,
Simone. I'm fucking you deep. I'm making you my pretty girl forever and
ever. Good girl. Big girl."

And I did fuck him hard. I slid my cock into him deeply and forcefully. He
was open and pliant and hot and trembling. I pulled out and pushed in with
quickening need. I was lost in my lust for him and past caring. Past
politeness. He threw his head back and howled a trembling sound,
"owww-eeeeeee!" but as he did, he grasped by buttocks with his tiny hands
and dug me into him further. Grasped me and clasped me into him. Wanting my
cock to push against his tiny prostate. Wanting my rutting. Wanting it
deeper, no matter how it frightened him.

"Oh fuck me," he begged in a whimpering grunt-cry. "Fuck me with your cock
stick. Fuck me with your fuck cunt fuck hard cunt fuck cock stick! Shit you
fuck me! Shit you fuck me! ---"

And with that babbling string of nonsense-obscenity ringing in my ears, I
grasped his hips, lunged forward and howled "ARRRRGHHHHH" and pulled his
hips hard into my erupting groin and I filled his sweet, heated bowels with
my sweltering seed.

"Oh fuck, oh FUCK!" I grunted as I mated and seeded my son, my love, my
sweet little Fiji. "Fuck your sweet little pussy, Fiji! Fuck your sweet
beautiful pussy!"

"Babies," he whispered as he clutched me and trembled. "I feel your babies
squirting in my pussy, Daddy. Babies swimming up inside me."

"Oh Fiji," I whispered gratefully. "Oh, sweet beautiful Fiji."

"Simone," he giggled, and clenched his ass muscles with my cock still
inside him, squeezing me for every drop. "I'm Simone, Daddy, not Fiji."

"Simone," I whispered, as I came back to earth, my softening cock slipping
out of him with a slushy, sticky sigh. I leaned down to kiss his mouth, his
neck, his lips, the sweat from his brow. He can be whomever he wants to be,
this boy. As long as I can love him like this. As long as I can fuck him
like this, he can be whomever he needs to be.

I fell over on my back and he cuddled up to me, laying his head on my
chest. It would not be the first time I slept in Fiji's bed. Not the first
time and not the last.

"I love you, Daddy," Fiji whispered sleepily, already nodding off. "Thank
you for putting babies in me. Thank you for making sex in my bajina."

I cuddled him. Reached down with a cum slick finger. Stuck it deep into his
boyhole. He moaned. Grasped me with his muscles inside. Nibbled at my
finger and sighed.

And just like that, I slept with him all night long. Fiji in my arms and my
finger in his bottom.

"Pretend I'm a girl, Daddy," Fiji had said.

It is always pretend with my Fiji, my angel.

And me, cock-spent and satisfied, forever grateful, forever wondering,

"What will he think of next?"

# # # # # # # # # #

Love,
Zachyboy
z.blake@mail.com

As Zachyboy
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/james-at-nine
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/i-finally-danced
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/please-mike-just-try
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/swallowed-and-loved

As David Lemmaire
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/dariens-tears/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/growth-spurts
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/loving-andy/

Thank you for all your kind email.