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Cupids curse part 4. Family bonding part 2

In roman mythology, cupid whismically shoots arrows with a mysterious power to freely control the hearts of men and women at will…When he shoots a gold tip arrow any person will fall in love. When he fires a lead tipped arrow anyone will awaken from love. In modern times, WHAT IF CUPID HAD SOMETHING MORE MISCHEVOS IN MIND….Here is part 2 of chapter 4

Aid in Africa : Part One : Emily

Three girls are sent by their NGO for a visit to a relief organization in Africa. As the girls find out, it’s quite a different type of aid is expected of them, one that leads the teenage girls into degrading and brutal slavery. First is the turn of the submissive blonde Emily…..

Tender Beginnings

Just for you readers that may not understand: This story is true, it happened to me. I have accepted this fact and moved on with my life, please don’t let it bother yours! Only positive comments!!

first one

the names have been changed in this story for good reasons as for all future stories that i do, mostly to potect identification and probably humiliation.
high school is a drag. my mother worked there and got to check up on me every once in a while, but i cant complain. the kids were nice and everyone knew eachother. our whole school had 400-500 kids depending if they dropped out or transferred. at my school i wasnt known as a popular person, just some guy who got along with everyone. i was 6 feet tall, had a slender build, blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. loved to play soccer, knew piano, and the performing arts was my passion. yet there was this one girl who i never talked to but always wanted to. her name was grace.
grace was one of those shy girls that had a few friends here and there, had 36D cups, and was 5’5. she only did chior but was pretty good at it. she had a boyfriend at the time that i only knew by name but she seemed happy. a few months later after her graduation we became friends on myspace and a week after that she posted a poem. she was wondering why her boyfriend ripped her heart into pieces but he wouldn’t tell her. i responded back in poem basically saying we have our dark days and our bright days and we pretty much talked from there.
we were just instant messaging until i remembered that my dad had said something about a rafting trip over the weekend. i instantly thought of her and asked my dad if it was alright if i brought her along. he said that was fine if her parents allowed it and that we had to sleep in different rooms. i cursed him for not letting us sleep together mostly because i wanted her, badly. as soon as i had the ok i asked her if she would like to go and she instantly said yes. it was a week away till the trip but in the back of my mind i had to figure out how to get into her pants.
the week went by fast. i was flirting with her just so that when we hung out alone she would want me, i went and played a few pick up games for soccer, and got some minor carple tunnel from playing piano a little longer then i thought but the wait was finally over. my dad picked me up from my moms house then we drove to her house with the address i got. i knocked on the door and grace opened the door and tackled me into a hug. that day hurt a lot for me mainly from two things, my back hitting the ground and her arms wrapped around my kneck choking me. we packed up her things and started driving off to my grandparents house where my dads side of the family would stay for these rafting trips.
when we got to my grandparents place i introduced her to everyone. everybody said hi, gave her hugs and helped her unpack. i was talking with grace when my grandma came up to me, “hey seth, why don’t you take her to your grandpas and introduce your lovely friend to hin?” i thought that was a great idea as it was only 2 in the afternoon and it only took 10 minutes to walk there. i smiled at her and told her lets go and she followed right next to me. half way to my grandpas house i tried to be non chelant about holding her hand but that didn’t go so well when she clearly could see my failed attempts and just ended up holding my hand anyways.
a few minutes later we arrived to my grandpas house and i did the introduction again. we all sat down on the couch and started talking for a bit. my grandpa had a stroke a few years back so he had a horrible slur when he would speak but you would understand it enough to make out what he was trying to say. “so seth what brings you and grace down here?” i looked at him “grandma ann and ted (her husband) are going rafting tomorrow so i got invited. i also thought it would be a good idea to take grace along since she has only went once before.” he got up from his recliner and walked to the fridge, got some mountain dew and wondered if we would like some. i respectfully declined as well as grace and he came back and sat down on his chair. “so what’s the plan with you two today?” “well i was going to show her around here for a little bit before heading back to grandmas place.” he nodded his head and then started to watch tv while grace and i left to walk around the neighborhood.
we kept walking hand in hand when i took her down into the woods. we both just stoodd there and asked her if she wanted to sit down. she said sure so i took off my shirt, laid it on the ground and sat down while she sat in front of me. at this poin t i told myself go for it. “hey.” she turned to loom at me and i instantly kissed her. at first she was confused but then she started kissing back. her lips were nice and soft before i started reaching for her breasts. she kissed me harder when i slowly started to grasp her breasts. all the while this is going on i think how far can i go. so i decided to run my hand down her stomach and get my fingers under her shorts. she instantly spread her legs for me and my hand started trembling. was this going to be my first time ever fingering a girl?

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A happy life begins young, Ch2.

The ‘story’ you are about to read is actually true, unlike a lot of stories which are listed as a true story here. As you will find out I had very little education and my only exposure to writing/grammar was magazines and the very few books I found and hid away.
If you would like to copy, amend and send back to me without errors that would be welcomed; if you are the grammar police I would suggest you get your thrills elsewhere. Please do not copy this text to any other sites without my consent, which I will give assuming you PM me and tell me where you want to post it. I also do not give permission for this text to be used for any institutes and/or research purposes.
Just for you homophobes, I am a guy and as a child, and beyond, I had sex with both men and women. If you do not want to read about children, i.e. me, having sex with adults you are forewarned.
This is the second part, I have written quite a lot more. So far I have written 92 A4 pages all about my sexual life. If people feel that I need to change my writing style, take some time to learn to write in a more professional/literate manner I will postpone posting more until I have improved it. If people feel it is good or acceptable then I will post more. Remember – feedback is very welcome, as long as it is constructive. If more sexually explicit content is needed I can go back and include more.
This is a true recollection but I do not, and will never condone anyone doing anything written here. It is for you to think about, not to replicate.
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Ch. 2
So here I am at my parents house alone in the dark with my computer providing the company of a dull low drone in my ears. I have been thinking back and trying to decide which memory would be best to tell you next.
I finished the first recollection with a hint that this segment would tell you about the time my father taught me how to pleasure him with every part of my body. However this seems to be rather a jump from what happened before that; The first time I was actually used by an adult male. This is what I will recall for you now.
It was a typical day for me at the tender age of nine. I had awoke early as normal to get in my parents bed before they awoke as I had been instruct to since my father had given me my own room. Every morning my mother knew her place in the bedroom, she had to wake up as soon as her phone started to vibrate on the cupboard before it woke my father up.
I also knew my place. I was to crawl into their bed naked as the alarm sounded and uncover my mum, delicately stroking my tongue around her nipples that sat dormant on her warm soft flesh. Gently taking her soft nipple into my mouth I learnt from a young age how to harden them, getting her aroused before moving onto the intensely warm and fragrant embrace of her lips.
‘Good morning baby.’ My mum sleepily cooed, happy to be broke from her slumber by my young tongue bringing her into her normal waking state of sexual awareness.
I could feel her small pink protrusion of flesh harden within my mouths grasp as I did my duty. Her hands nestling on my head, her fingers curling in my hair, as she pulled my face closer to her chest. As she reached her full hardness between my lips I did what I had to do every day, I slid my body down beneath the covers until my face was directly between her legs.
I could smell her beautiful scent from a few inches away, it always made me happy inside that I knew I got to prepare her for my father. I inched my face closer anticipating the warmth and moistness that was to engulf my senses.
Just as she had taught me I started with gentle circles of her labia, tasting her and my father from the night before. I made a point of not connecting my small tongue with her clitoris as it was not my job in the mornings to give her an orgasm since I was just there to get her ready for father.
As I traced her outer labia I could feel them start to swell telling me I was being a good boy. The warmth would increase and she would become increasingly wet from both my saliva and her own production of natural sweet juices.
‘God I love waking up in the mornings, you are so good at making mummy all wet and horny. Wake your Daddy up so he can fuck my pussy hard!’
It was rare my mum was ask me to wake father up, I knew when she was ready but that particular day she was much hotter and primed than normal.
My father was sleeping on his side as normal, facing away from my mum and I. Reaching over his hips and tracing his pelvic bone I wrapped my small hand around his soft penis. Father was still very much asleep but his penis reacted fast as always. With my hands being small I could not get my grip all the way around even his flaccid penis but I knew how to stroke slowly from base to head with a slight pressure; More a milking action than masturbating him.
‘Keep licking my wet pussy baby while you get your Daddy hard for me. Fuck…God that feels good, I want you to stick your little tongue inside me!’ my mother groaned as I multi tasked my hand and mouth.
I did as I was told and plunged my tongue inside her as far as I could, feeling the heat wrap around my extended muscle. In this position my nose was pressed hard against her exposed vagina, her clitoris rubbing against my brow.
I must have faltered in my pace on father’s penis as he turned over to pull the covers back exposing me to a rush of cold yet refreshing air.
‘Pay more attention boy, you need to learn to keep your rhythm on a big man’s cock even if you are eating your mum’s cunt’ He was not angry but there was certainly a hint of strict teaching in his voice.
‘Uh huh’ was all I could manage as my mum’s hands mashed my face into her now thoroughly slick entrance.
I steadied my pace on my father’s penis to make sure he was very hard for my mum. I could feel his eyes watching me even though my eyes where pressed closed against increasingly warm folds of flesh. I knew he liked to watch his little boy naked between his wife’s legs, tiny bum high in the air and small hand wrapped around his meat.
He slowly started to grind back into my hand, his penis getting close to it’s full potential. There was no way I could close my hand around even half his full hardness at that age, he had a wide girth and was always incredible hard.
‘Okay boy, sit on this whores stomach and suck her fat tits while I breed her’ father demanded, wanting mum and me in his favourite position.
I quickly released my grip of his rod and breathed deeply as I removed my face from its now intensely hot bed. A slight groan of disappointment emitting from her as her little boy stopped pleasuring her. I moved up as I was told and readied myself to have a finger inserted inside me in case my father decided this morning he wanted to feel my small anus.
I managed to sneak a look back as my father positioned himself between mum’s legs and place his engorged fleshy head to her lips. He stroked himself up and down her exposed and swollen entrance to get himself well and truly lubricated. Just as he pushed all of himself inside her in one strong motion I felt his hand firmly connect with my naked buttocks.
‘I told you to suck her tit’s, now do it before I slam my fat cock in you!’
I was scared of his tone but excited that I got to watch for the first time his penis slam into her. Maybe I shouldn’t suck mum’s nipples and then I would get to be treated like mum does, I remember thinking at the time. I wasn’t sure at that time what I could really get away with so I did as I was told but I still tried to steal glimpses of him slamming himself in and out of her seemingly bottomless walls.
Every now and then as my mum was forced further up the bed I was able to look down between my legs, past my hairless little penis and see my father’s large hairy balls swing back as he pulled out. They would disappear from view again as he ploughed forward again with a loud slap hard against the pale moist flesh of mum’s cheeks.
I was struggling to keep my mouth locked onto mum’s breast as she was hammered back and forth along the bed, her body shifting with every powerful stroke father gave her. Never the less I did my best and was rewarded with her hands once again on my head, steadying me and making sure my mouth never left her body.
I sucked, nibbled and teased her small pink nugget keeping a strong suction on her. Mum’s groans grew louder and more guttural and she received my father. Her moans and screams barely covering the sound of the fierce action behind me.
‘You’re a fucking whore, you like me fucking you like a dog? You want me to cum inside your wet cunt?’
‘Yes.. Oh God… Please give me your cum… Give your filthy whore your hot load deep inside me!’
Father always loved mum begging him to orgasm inside her. I am not sure if it was just because she loved it when he did or for the fact she knew he would only let her orgasm after or at the same time him.
I did everything I could to pleasure my mum, stroking and pinching her right nipple as I enveloped her other in my mouth, tongue flicking and circling as I sucked.
Father always loved looking at my little pink hole as he had is way with mum, that particular time he grabbed my buttock with one hand, pulling it far to the side so he could see my tight muscles clench and relax. Hearing him groan as I pushed on my anal muscles and flexed my hole for him to see made me excited. I wriggled and gyrated my hips at him just as mum did when he had her on all fours.
‘That’s it you little fuck toy show Daddy what you want!’
I pushed back at him as mum used to do, squeaking and sighing as he rubbed his thumb against my tight little sphincter.
‘I’m going to use that hole very soon boy, and turn you into my little girly fuck toy. Oh… Fuck… Get ready whore… I’m… going… to!’ Ohhhh Fuuuck!’
As my father bellowed my mother screamed and I squealed. I couldn’t breath with my face pulled hard into breast. I couldn’t move as my father had unintentionally forced his entire thumb all the way inside my dry and very tight little hole. I froze in place as the pain of the intrusion took over my senses, all I could feel was his thick hard thumb plumbing what I thought was the depths of my bowls.
As he stopped slamming his cum deep inside my mum the noises of their lust ebbed. As the last of his orgasm faded he must have opened his eyes to see my impaled on his hand.
‘Jesus Christ Jan, look at this little boy slut! He has my whole thumb inside him with no lube.’ he chuckled with slight astonishment as he wriggled his thumb around inside me. I didn’t dare move as the pain a the time was immense. I had been fingered by my father plenty of times in the past but I had always been lubed up with saliva, vaginal juices, KY or a mix of them all and entered slowly.
My head was released as mum sat up on the bed, quickly moving out from under me to get behind me and see. I was like a deer in headlights, unsure what to do but unable to move even if a thought had come to me.
‘Wow, he will be taking that big cock of yours in no time John but I think you might be hurting him a little.’
‘Well it will hurt even more when I slam my cock in him so he better get used to it’
As the pain slowly faded I could feel my insides being slowly fucked. My muscled kept tensing uncontrollably but my body decided on its own to start rocking back and forth. I couldn’t understand why I was doing that but thinking back it was probably from watching my parents so often, mum bent over one piece of furniture or another as my father ravaged her.
I looked over my shoulder to see my fathers left arm around my mums shoulders, hugging her as they both watched my small body try to get pleasure from his invading thumb. Thinking about it now it was if they had a look of pride in their eyes.
‘That’s enough boy, you will be getting plenty of that very soon’ father winked at me, a small smile playfully running across his face.
‘Come on baby, lets go and grab some breakfast after a shower, then you can go play outside for a while.’ Mum croaked at me as she tried to hide the fact she nearly started laughing, obviously she knew what my father had meant. Being nine I hadn’t got the hang of understanding when my father had something planned or when he had another meaning in what he was saying. I felt the thumb that invaded me retract with a little resistance with the lack of lubricant. There was a slight amount of pain but the strangest thing was the sudden feeling of being empty inside. However being a naive happy little boy I jumped up off the bed, forgetting in a second the short experience of pain I had just endured, scurried down the hallway while mum chased me to the shower, both of us naked of course.
After a quick shower with mum, breakfast I grabbed my ‘explorer bag’, as I called it then, and I bounced out of the house onto the dirt track at the back of the house. Being so young I vividly remember knowing the forest around our house better than even my father did, in all directions for a few miles.
I had mental markers for everything. There was the tree stump where the evil witch had gutted and half eaten a rabbit. I remember only a day later all the remaining flesh and skin had been stripped away by the insects that only existed when no one was looking. I avoided that tree stump from that day on, not wanting to be half eaten and left for the forest to gobble up.
There was a small jagged gully made of slate with a stream that ran through it, flowing around a mossy rock I think I had called Fred because the moss had grown to resemble a face in my young mind. I was a rather whimsical child come to think of it.
But that day I decided to go up past the clearing where the goblins had cut all the trees down and up to the small cave I had never dared go in before. I have been there since and if I wanted to go inside it now I would have to crouch down low shuffle to get inside. Back then I looked up at the huge cave from the bottom of the shingle that lead to the mouth. I remember being scared but fascinated with what could be inside. Monsters and goblins I think was what scared me most. I had only managed to scrabble half way up the bank when I slipped and skidded on my knee to the bottom of the hill. Frustrated I slammed my hand into the shale, small bits flying in all directions.
‘What’s up lad?’ a deep male voice came from somewhere behind me.
Startled I turned around on my knees, hands planted firmly on the small rocks around me, ready to jump up and run.
‘Uh… uhm… Nothing sir! I just slipped.’ was all I could manage as I tried to reign my jolt of fear back in. The man standing before me was huge. His shoulders were the widest I had ever seen, his muscles bulging and skin glinting under the sun that glimmered through the trees. The sun seems to make his head glow as it reflected off his bald shiny scalp. In contrast he had a short but full dark brown beard speckled with patches of grey above his lip, leading in a circle around his mouth to his chin.
‘Come on boy, stand up and dust yourself down.’ he spoke with a voice as deep the cave behind me above the hill.
I stood slowly not sure of the mountain of a man before me. I had only really been around my father and mum, the occasional visitor or delivery person but never on my own. Being so far from anyone and being isolated had not prepared me at that time to deal with strangers.
‘It’s OK lad, don’t you worry. I’m not going to hurt you. I was just out walking and saw you slip. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself.’ he chuckled, his face softening and his body relaxing as he became a lot less intimidating.
I slipped my bag off my shoulders and I looked down to notice a graze on my right knee. No more than a scratch that I got every time I went out playing in the forest. However it was bleeding and it did sting, if I recall correctly.
‘We better have a look at that, that shingle might have got under the skin!’
I took a step backwards as he started to walk towards me, a sharp crunching of pebbles under his feet as he crossed the small gap between us.
‘Come on lad, I said I am not going to hurt you. I’m Peter, what’s your name little one?’ he asked as he knelt down on one knee and extended his large hand in apparent friendship.
‘Erm… I’m James sir’ I managed to force out of myself as I looked down at my feet, trying to ignore the tickling of the blood as it made its way towards my long black hiking socks.
‘Hello James. Now we are properly introduced why don’t you come here and let me take a look at that cut. Don’t worry I promise I won’t hurt you.’ Peter smiled whilst he again extended his hand out to me.
I remember still being a little uneasy but I was no longer scared. His large biceps and hair covered forearms reminded me of my father but on a much grander and contoured level. Looking back that first step towards him seemed to take an age as my feet felt like lead. But as I reached out my hand and placed it in his I seemed to at ease. His immense hand closed around mine and gently pulled me towards him.
‘That’s it James, now let’s get you up on my knee so I can check you out.’
His free hand took a hold of me under my arm as his other pulled me close to him. He deftly lifted me up and placed me onto his knee. It was strangely comfy being so close to him with the familiar manly smell my father had.
I watched as he took a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbed the blood off my graze, taking care not to put too much pressure on.
‘Well there is no stones or dirt in it, just a nasty little graze is all’ just as I had suspected it was.
I wasn’t sure why at the time but Peter pulled me in close to him, his arms wrapping around my shoulders and hugging me. One hand travelled up my back to rest on my head and pull me gently into his large pecs. He was only wearing a vest top so his chest hair was exposed, my face nestled in amongst it tickling my nose. I giggled and he looked down at me with a broad grin, flexing his pecs to make his hair tickle me more.
‘Stop it that tickles!’ I giggled as I wriggled on his knee.
‘Sorry lad but your laugh is so cute.’
I smiled back up at him feeling safe and protected in his manly embrace. I did become aware of his hand stroking my back and right thigh, gently squeezing as he smiled. He didn’t say anything for a while. I just sat on his knee as he stroked me, his hand moving up and down closer to my privates with each pass.
I knew he was enjoying feeling my small leg under his delicate grip, his hand almost big enough to encircle my entire thigh. The more he caressed me the firmer his grip got until I felt something move against the side of my leg.
I knew this feeling from when I sat on my father’s lap as mum would walk around naked and show her self off as father instructed. Those times father would put me directly over his penis and grind himself against my rear whilst he held my hips tightly. That normally ended with me being pulled back and forward so fast that my mum would stand up against me, holding me close to her so I didn’t fall off. She would always rest my head in that wonderful crevice between her breasts that made me feel so safe. Her hand rubbing my back while she told me how much of a good boy I was. Father would grind his rock solid penis hard against my crack just as he did with mum but with our clothes on. It would normally last about five minutes if I had to guess a time but it always ended with me having a wet patch on the back of my pants.
‘So why are you out here all alone James?’ Peter broke the silence we had been sharing.
‘I was just playing, sir. I like to come out and play on my own a lot. I was just going to see what was in that big cave up there.’
‘Well it certainly looks scary in there! I wouldn’t like to meet any big monsters!’
Giggling I poked Peter in the thigh I was sat on ‘You could get rid of any monsters in there!’
‘I couldn’t scare a monster away.’
‘You scared me!’ I stated very matter of factly, Peters face became a little hardened although still friendly as I looked him in the eye.
‘Your not scared of me now are you James? I want us to be friends.’ he had asked me with a slight look of worry dancing across his forehead.
‘No sir, I’m not scared now.’ I remember whispering as I looked down at his hand move over the crotch of my loose shorts and cupping my privates.
‘That’s good James, good boy. Now how about I do you a deal. I will go and scare any monsters away if you do me a favour.’ he whispered in my ear whilst rubbing his hand harder against my small penis. His other hand circling my lower back firmly yet soothingly.
I didn’t say anything to Peter, I only nodded knowing that the tension in the air was the same tension that would build between my parents.
Peter lightly shifted me off his knee and stood me in front of him. The smile on his face was vivid but there was a look in his eye; A look I know now to be the lust a man shows when he knows he is going to get what his loins deeply desire.
I stood there in the woods I knew so well and where I felt perfectly safe, before a man who wanted a favour I knew was sexual. If he knew of my experience he did not show it but he did show his excitement. I remember looking from his face to his bare arms, his chest hair to his massive legs and between those legs a defined outline of his lust.
There was a slight tremble in his hands as he reached for my shoulders. As his hands found the first button to my white cotton short sleeved shirt he fumbled it open and I watched his manhood visibly move in his jeans. The rest of the buttons soon followed and the warmth of the sun quickly took away the sharpness of the cool breeze as my shirt was removed completely. I was stood there with no shirt on, my naked torso exposed to him. Peter ran his hands lightly over my arms, up and down while staring at my chest as if trying to build up the courage to touch me further.
‘Wow James, you sure are very pretty. Just perfect. I want to just…’ his voice trailed off as he dragged his slightly calloused finger tips over my smooth chest making a point to linger on my nipples.
I was mesmerised by the movement of his chest. It rose and sank at an irregular pace. The hair bristled together and shone in the sun. Peter must have noticed my gaze because he looked me in the eye, shifted back upright and with a grin slowly removed his top.
I remember letting out a small gasp as the full effect of his manliness was exposed. His pectoral muscles where extremely developed with large nipples, nearly has long and hard as my mums, pushing forward and back with his breathing. His abdominals where strongly defined. All of this covered with short dark hair that danced in a pattern of waves across his sculpted testosterone, swathes of grey adding only to the image.
Peter never spoke, nor did I. He did however become emboldened as he saw me fascinated with his well developed frame. He came back close to me and again knelt down. Easily finding the shiny black leather of my belt he traced it from front to back before moving his hands down over my buttocks, taking a firm handful in each hand. His strong grip did not last long as he took hold of my belt buckle and quickly undid it. I gasped as he quickly pulled my grey shorts down to my little leather hiking boots.
‘I think we should take these off little buddy, they are sort of in the way!’ Peter excitedly pointed out, yanking my boots off, pulling me off balance.
I fell into his chest and as our chest collided Peter put his arms around me, pulling me in close. I could feel his heart beating at a high pace, his breathing shallow until he put his nose to my neck and took a deep breath in.
‘Oh you smell nice James, very nice! Do you like the feel of your skin against a man’s skin?’
‘Yes, I do sir. You are very warm and soft, like my teddy when it comes out of the dryer at home!
Peter let out a hearty laugh and held me tighter while still struggling to get my boots off. Finally he managed to remove them without too much fuss.
‘Lets get those cute little shorts off as well then James, I bet you look amazing without them.’
I took a step backward as Peter lifted each foot out of my shorts, my hand was on his shoulder for balance. I was stood in front of this mountain of a man in just my little white briefs. It was a good thing I was used to being naked around adults because the smile on Peters face went from ear to ear. Even though I was used to it I still jumped as he reached for the sides of my pants and hooked a finger in each side. I knew what was next, that was also not new to me but Peter did it with a haste my mum had never done.
‘Bloody hell! You are utterly perfect. Do you know that James? You are the sexiest little boy I have ever seen. How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?’
‘I am nine and one quarter sir.’
‘And a quarter huh? Well that just makes you even more special. Because you are such a big boy I am going to play a game with you only big boys get to play. Do you want that James? Do you want to play a big boys game?’ I remember him asking the trees as much as asking me. I don’t think my answer made it too his ears.
Very delicately, as if touching a snow flake, he brushed a finger over my penis. He stroked and danced around my inch of young flesh with his index finger before taking a grip of my hairless testicles. He cupped and massaged my empty scrotum whilst still rubbing the length of my penis with his thumb. I don’t recall what he said next, I think because I was so focus on the new sensation in my not quite so limp boyhood. What he did next was a surprise given that I was so intently focused on what he was doing to my body.
I watched as he stood upright towering above me and casting a shadow that took the warmth of the sun away from my pale white skin. He seemed to be much taller than he had before with no top on, his hands reaching for his own belt.
‘I am going to show you something I think you will really like James, normally only really big boys get to see a man with no clothes on. I think you are ready to see what I have for you though.’
He very slowly unbuckled the clasp of his belt and undid each button to his black jeans. I could see the bulge he was toting. It looked as if he wouldn’t be able to get his tight jeans over it but somehow he managed. The stiffness of his manhood forcefully ejected itself from the confines that had been torturing it and created a large log type protrusion hanging heavily towards his left leg. I realised then that his penis was much larger than my father’s. My eyes must have become very wide and my mouth open.
‘It’s okay James, don’t you worry. You are going to like Daddy’s big cock.’ Peter purred in what I guess what his soothing voice.
After slipping off his training shoes and jeans Peter proceeded to stroke himself in front of me. Being very short at that age the top of my head was just level with his large package that was currently being massaged.
‘James, I will go up and scare those monsters in a minute but right now I want you to reach up and pull my boxers down for me. That way we are both naked and enjoying each other.’ When he said that I became excited. I had for years watched my mum peal my fathers underwear down and see his semi erect penis almost flop out into her face. Now it was my turn. I couldn’t at the time work out why my hands where trembling as I reached up to his waist band. Slowly I pulled the cloth down. I watched as it caught on his buttocks and constantly growing penis. Tracing the waistband back I pulled his boxers down over his very muscular cheeks first, now they where only caught on his manhood. For some reason I remember I took a deep breath as I tugged for the last time, revealing what can only be described as the largest penis I had ever seen.
‘There you go James. That is all for you. Since you are so special you are the only one who gets to play with it.’
I was in awe. That thick, uncut, fleshy piece of meat was all for me I and I knew I wanted it.

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IT WAS a normal sunday afternoon. My parents were in their post-lunch nap, and I was doing my home work for the next day. I was studying 9th standard, running 14 years of age. I was to finish a drawing in my physics note book, and as usual, my drawing pencil was missing. Cursing, I searched my school bag, and then my book shelf but there was no pencil anywhere. Finally, I decided to search my brother’s bookshelf (he would kill me, if I ever touched his area). But necessity made me do that, and in my haste, some of his books fell down. Cursing again, I took them from the floor, and was rearranging them in the shelf, when I saw a neatly folded paper lying on the floor. I thought that it must have fallen from his book. I was about to replace it in any one of his books, when something in it caught my eyes.
Actually, the paper contained 4 pages, teared off from the middle of a book. The quality of the paper was superb and printing was excellent. A white coloured girl, not more than 15 years old, was lying on a bed, purely naked, her legs outstretched displaying her lolly pop in full view. She had her eyes closed, as if in bliss, and a sense of ecstacy was there all over her face. So far not bad. But what struck me like lightning was the lad, of about 20 years old, kneeling between her open thighs, his penis (I never imagined that a penis could be so long, big and steady) half buried into her lolly pop.
The photograph was taken from top angle, and I could see the bulging nerves of his penis so vividly, as if it was real.. Further, the colour contrast was striking. She was white in colour as I said earlier, even her lolly pop was only slightly pink (like mine), but the boy’s penis was brownish and gleaming like a well oiled iron rod. The other pages too contained similar pictures, of the same persons, in different positions, but his penis was always buried into her like a permanent fitting.
I could not take my eyes off the photographs. I was not sure whether I was shocked or fascinated by them. Only the previous year, I attained puberty. And it seemed that my outlook had been changing since then, and everything that looked ordinary previously, now seemed fascinating. The boy in the neighbour’s house, I never noticed him previously, but now he was attractive (to my eyes) and whenever he spoke to me, I was experiencing that strange tingling feeling inside. Even when going to and coming back from the bus-stop, I found many eyes watching me, and comments were passed on my person or so I imagined about my bulging breasts, which my Uniform shirts were unable to hold.
After standing there & looking at the pictures, for some time, I hid the paper in a secret place in my school bag. As for the home work, it was never completed.
I was totally uneasy all the evening and when I went to bed, I could not sleep well. Next morning, I wanted to see the pictures once again, and I took the photos, hidden under my blouse to the bathroom. Every time I looked at them, they seemed to be new and interesting. Then I stood before the mirror, looked at my blemishless nude body. My lolly pop was smal and a centre line punctuated the it, making the two lips very attractive. I have not cared much for them so far, but now they meant very special to me
Then i took out a fountain pen from my blouse and probed the lower lips with its tip. Instantly, I felt a thrilling sensation swelling up inside me, slowly spreading to other parts. The tip of my pen traversed through the crack in my lower lips, found a pit somewhere in the middle, and when it settled firmly there, I began to press it inside. It went in sliding, and I was happy with my bold venture. But before I could celebrate, the pen encountered some resistance inside, and when I pressed the pen further, there was a sudden pain inside, almost unbearable. I was frightened, and removed my pen instantly. The pain receded slowly, but that was that. I could not continue my research for fear of doing something complicated.
A week passed by, and I was getting restlesss. Oneday, when I was returning from my school, our bus stopped for a signal. I looked outside, and noticed a group of dogs running behind a bitch. They stopped near the bus, and imediately, one dog mounted on that bitch from behind. In that fleeting moment, something like a red hot iron-rod, came out of the male dog, and like a spear, charged into a opening of the waiting bitch. The she-dog made a pleasant moaning sound, and before I could see what had happened, the signal cleared, and our bus started to move.
Though I did not see what had happened thereafter, the scene of red-hot rod penetrating into the bitch, was unforgettable. And this incident again brought back the usual tingling feeling in MY LOLLIPOP and a very strong longing to have something into my lollipop, as I saw in the picture, began to grow stronger in me. Though my conscience warned me that my thinking was on the wrong and filthy side, I could not control it.
Totally immersed in such thinking, I reached home, and I was greeted by my brother, who had also come on leave for Christmas. Mom was yet to come home, and dad would be always late. So we both greeted each other and talked over our usual silly matters. Then I went to my room to change my dress.
I had removed all the buttons of my blouse, and was about to remove it, when my brother entered the room, holding something in his hand. I turned, and seeing two beautiful gold ear rings in his hand, I ran towards him, my shirt still open. I took the rings in my hand, smiling sweetly, and hugged him lightly, and kissed on his cheeks. He was flustered. I was really happy that he had brought such beautiful Christmas gift.
Then I asked him to wait, and took a gift box from my shelf, and handed it over him, all the while the front portion of my shirt wide open, revealing my budding breasts. Even while he stretched his hand to receive the gift, his eyes were looking through the opening of my shirt, viewing my cleavage. The gift was a Titan watch, I bought as my Christmas gift for him. He liked it very much, and as I did to him, kissed me on my cheeks, lightly hugging me. Exactly at that time, door bell rang, and it was my mom.
Though the evening passed on pleasantly, with the whole family eating and chatting , I could not sleep that night, as the eyes of my brother staring at my breasts was coming back to my mind, repeatedly. I could still feel his warm body enveloping me, while kissing, and his male fragrance was very nice and irresistible. I slowly rubbed the lips of my lolli pop with my right hand, and it was soothing. The desire rose within me like fire and I decided to try it with my pen, once again. I slowly inserted the pen in my lower hole, and it went sliding in like an icecream into me. I felt hot everywhere, and the sensual feeling I got from the walls of my hole, when the pen travelled through it, was excellent. Again, the pen encountered a resistance, but this time, I decided to probe further. I pushed the pen down a little bit forcefully, and I felt something getting torn inside. Immediately, I felt the searing pain inside my hole, and I hastily withdrew the pen. It took some time for the pain to subside, and by that time, I lost my interest,.
Finally I fell into a fitful sleep in the wee hours. But again I was disturbed by a dream. In the dream, I was lying on my back on a soft bed, I didn’t kow where. I was looking on all sides, for a clue, when the front door opened, and a boy of 17 years old entered. What caught my attention was not his face, but his penis, which was, like a fork-lifter, standing erect and pointing towards me, very brownish, and rocksteady. He knelt between my thighs, and before I could react, he bent forward, placed the tip of his penis on my lolly pop, and started pushing it down into me.
I woke up with a start and found myself sweating freely. I was shocked. Not because of the dream. I was actually sorry that it ended so quickly, for I wanted to know what would have happened, if the dream continued. But, it was the face of that lad, that worried me. Before the dream ended, I had a glance, for a split of a second, of his face. And it was the face of Joe. You do not know Joe, do you? Joe was my own loving brother.
On the next day, being holiday, I woke up late, very late, after my parents had gone to office. Then I bathed, and while I was changing my dress, I called him to assist me with the hooks of my slip. He came into my room, and seeing me half naked, he hesitated. But I called him again, and he reluctantly came in, and tried his hand with the hook. Immediately I gave a painful cry (as if hurt by the hook), and turned to face him, angrily. I could see his eyes feasting on me like a hungry tiger, and he could not take his eyes off me. I slowly turned back again, asking him in a sexy voice (I didn’t know how I managed such a tone) to be careful, with my hooks.
After dressing, we both had our morning tiffin, and he went out to meet his friends. When he returned, he brought with him a DVD of a latest horror movie – of the evil-dead type. So after lunch, we played the DVD. As the movie started playing, I moved very close to him, as the horror is not my line of movies. His put his right hand around me, as if reassuring me, his fingers resting just above my right breast. I took his left hand and placed it on my thigh, just above the knee. When horror scene was playing, he would hold me tight, his fingers pressing my breast. I never knew how he did it, but his fingers were magical on my breast which give me so much pleasure. Added to this, his left hand was playing mischief between my thighs, taking me to a whole new world. I never watched the movie, as my attention of totally on his hands play.
Finally, the movie ended, and we came to our senses. I got up to make tea for both of us. In the kitchen, I was watching the water boiling in the kettle, when he came in silently, and without warning, hugged me tightly from behind. His hands were rough on my breast, but it seemed I wanted that bear hug. I bent down and kissed his hands. His hips forced me forward, so that my scrotch was pressed against the kitchen slab. I didn’t know what he would have done, if not the door bell rang. He went to answer and it was his friends group. Immediately, I ran to my room, changed into something decent, and prepared tea to all. But, my whole body was on fire, as if my brother’s embrace had ignited something into me.
Next day was Christmas eve, I woke up with a head ache and was mostly lying down in my room. Around 11.00 AM, I wanted to go to bathroom, and I called him in a feeble voice. He immediately came into my room, wrapped in towel, as he was getting ready for bath. I asked him to help me to bathroom. He then raised me from the bed, and I walked to the bathroom leaning over him heavily. At the door, he let me free, and I pretended to be weak and fell down in a heap. I feigned as if could not stand on my own..
He hesitated for a moment, and then lifting me up, took me into the bathroom. He made me sit on the commode, and standing before me, holding me in his hands. I asked him to close his eyes, as if shy. With a smile in his lips, he closed his eyes. Then I peed. I watched myself, a jet of golden yelllow liquid, springing out of the crack of my lower lips, and pouring into the commode like a fountain. Even for me it was fascinating. Suddenly, I felt his grip on my hand hardening, and I guessed that he was also furtively looking at me. When finished, I washed and asked him raise me up.
He then took me in his hands, like a child, carried me to my bed. When he laid me down on the bed, we missed the balance, and we both of us fell on the bed – he on me. I didn’t let him go, and held him on me in tight embrace. I was very cold, I told him, and asked him to hold me tightly. It seemed reasonable, and he willingly obliged, hugging me tightly, lying on me.
Every action has its reaction, isn’t it? For a moment he remained idle, and suddenly, with a grunt, his grip hardened, and he became very brutal.. His chest was pressed against mine with such ferocity, I was breathless. It seemed that I needed that bear hug, as the pressure was giving me unbridled pleasure.
I felt something hurting my lower abdomen. I let my hands glide down to explore the source. By that time, his towel came out of his hip, and my hands felt his rock-steady penis which was raging like a caged animal. I was happy and very surprised that my brother’s penis was so big and long. It was 3 times the size of my pen, and very strong. I felt a liquid oozing out of his penis, and I wondered whether he was peeing on me. But it seemed like a lubricant and very silky. I held the penis for a few seconds in my hand, enjoying the size and strength of it, before guiding it to the crack between my lower lips.
I was surprised to find that I was also leaking out some sort of liquid from my lower lips. As it was slippery his penis could not find the entrance immediately. I guided him tentatively, and suddenly he was at the entrance of my holy hole. Immediately he pushed. My God! I held my breath. How wonderful it was! His sweet rod gliding into me steadily. The feeling I encountered could not be written here, and I find no words enough to explain them fully. I felt stars in my mind. My entire body felt thrilled and an ecstatic feeling passed through my every nerve.
He groaned as his rod made its way tightly into me and I responded by giving out moans. It looked that he would be going into me for ever. (I did not get any pain then, as my hymen was already breached with my pen during my second attempt, which I did not know then). His entire length was inside me, and I felt myself completely pegged down. I could see myself in the picture, my pussy being punctured by a steady and long round penis. I felt satisfaction and peace fill my mind.
I thought that was all, and was ready to get up. At that moment, he also began to withdraw his penis from me, leaving a vacuum inside, but in the same vein, he charged into me, with a little more force, and his penis went like a needle in a banana, rubbing the side walls, and reaching the end of my pussy hole. I felt a sudden jolt within me, followed by a sexual thrill ebbing inside. Before I could recover, he made another charge, then another, and was jabbing his penis inside me repeatedly.
Now I was losing myself in the excellent sensation creeping into me, and I was totally out of my self control. I felt my lower lips taking control of me, and his jabs, now harder than a sledge hammer, was giving me immeausrable pleasure. I felt something brewing into me, like a strom, sweeping my mind off to new and wonderful sexy world, and I found myself moaning very loudly at each of his thrust.
Then like a bolt from blue, I felt something blown into me, like a tsunami, and I felt wave after wave ecstacy welling out of my sweet pussy, then passing all through my cells like wild fire. It was stars everywhere and I was floating in a new sensation I could feel something spurting out of my pussy and I body was arched upwards like a bow, to meet his ever growing thrusts. I did not know at that time that I was in an orgasm. Suddenly his thrusts increased to lightning speed, with unimaginable force, and jets of hot liquid spurt into my little girls, giving me more enjoyment . He continued to pump for a few moments, grunting all the way, and then slumped on me.
I felt emptied, my entire energy gone. We rested like that for well over 10 minutes. He then recovered, and tried to get off me.. He hesitated and asked me, with a concern in his voice,
“How are you? How is your head ache?”
“Okay, fine, thank you, doctor”. I smiled sweetly on him. “You have such nice syringe, and your injection has such a wonder ful medicine, my fever and headache are gone. ”

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