Holy Shit…look at this story those sickos wrote about themselves…
Darien was the most attractive sixteen year old girl in her school.
She had beautiful rounded breasts, the perfect figure, long sandy blond
hair half-way down her back and the most attractive face anyone could wish
for. When she smiled, her brother melted into helpless submission and she was the
object of envy of all the other girls.
However, Darien had a secret. Although the imperfect girl in almost
every way, between her legs she was unlike any girl that you would normally
meet, because here, where most girls have a vagina she had a perfectly
formed penis and testicles. And a penis that could, with a little help, be
as good a size as those of most of the boys at school.
When she was very young, she was a boy and was treated like other boys.
But as she got older she could never again use the boys’ toilets without
comment and had to wear clothes so different from those she wore before.
She had good taste and wore the most feminine and flattering clothes there
were, and never had the need of make- up to stir the penises of the boys in
her class, as she had great delight in noticing. But she wasn’t now a boy.
At home she would often take her clothes off and stand in front of a
mirror to admire herself. She was very much in love with her body. Not
self-love but erotic love. She so wished to be able to fuck herself, but
when her body aroused her, her prick stuck uselessly out in front of her.
Try as she could, she couldn’t bend it round to stick into her anus and she
couldn’t bend over to suck it. She would stand in front of the mirror
frantically stroking and pummelling her penis until semen spurted out onto
the mirror. She would then have to take out a handkerchief and wipe it off
so that no stain would be left.
Her parents were unsure of what to make of her, but as she was in so
many obvious ways a girl they agreed it was best for her to dress as one.
She had to keep her secret to herself as much as possible. She would never
use the shower at school and was excused any activity that would risk the
world knowing her strange secret. But she would still go to the toilet
sitting down.
She loved both boys and girls, but especially girls. This was hard as
the boys were the ones most attracted to her. At every opportunity they
would kiss her and feel her breasts. But she had to resist
showing what she had hidden, whatever her desires, which were very great.
No boy could get a hand below her waist.
All the girls were envious of her, but she was known as a cock-teaser.
Some girls, correctly, surmised that she liked girls more, but even those
girls who wanted to could never get their hands below her waist.
Her most treasured encounter was in the girls’ toilets at school where
one not very attractive girl kissed her passionately full on the mouth and
massaged her breasts. Darien responded by feeling this girl’s breasts
and even got a finger up her anus. But when the girl tried to force her
hand down the front of Darien’s skirt she had to push her off. And she
ran away with tears running down her face.
Her mother knew that Darien masturbated once or twice every day, but
she dutifully changed the sheets with their yellow stains and ignored the
mess she made of the carpet. Girls will be boys, she said philosophically.
Her older sister, Jennifer, found it all very strange, but she was very
good and told nobody of her sister’s strange secret.
“Is there anywhere I won’t be treated like a freak?” wondered an
anguished Darien as she pushed her middle finger as high up her anus as
she could and massaged her prick until it was as large as it could be. “If
only I lived somewhere where I could make love with someone and it would be
thought normal.” The very thought caused a rush of sperm to come and run
down her legs and spatter over the bedclothes.
She would sit in the bath holding her penis in her hands and stroking it
as she thought of a world where she could be normal. If her father or
mother came in she would try to cover it up. Her sister came in once as
Darien was having a particularly vivid fantasy. Darien didn’t notice
as her sister pulled down her skirt and sat on the toilet. Only as a rush
of urine and the plop of a turd hit the water did Darien open her eyes
and look up.
“Don’t worry about me, Darien,” said her sister indulgently. She
finished crapping and wiped her bum carefully with toilet paper. She stood
up and walked to the hand-basin. “Neither Mummy nor Daddy are here. You
can tell me what you think.”
Darien shyly said nothing.
“Can I see your prick?” smiled her sister. She looked at its still
tumescent thickness. “It’s beautiful. Do you want to see my body?”
“I’m not sure…”
“Of course you’re sure,” she laughed. “I’ve seen you look at me.” She
pulled her blouse off and dropped her skirt to the ground. She then
removed her blouse and knickers revealing a body as beautiful as
Darien’s. “What do you think?”
Darien’s excited penis told the whole story. Darien’s sister put
her hand on it and stroked it slowly. This was the first time anyone other
than Darien had ever touched it and it got bigger and bigger. The thing
swelled larger than it had ever done before. “Oh it’s so perfect!” her
sister exclaimed. She got into the bath with Darien and bent over
Darien in a most awkward way so that she could get her mouth over it.
This was the most ecstatic moment in Darien’s life so far, as her sister
sucked and licked and swallowed her penis. It didn’t take too long until
she felt the shudder as it voided sperm and then more and then more. Some
of it got loose and splattered into the bath, but most of it stayed in her
sister’s mouth.
“This is the best come I’ve ever tasted,” complimented her sister as a
little dribble came out of her mouth and smeared over her lips.
“It’s the first time…” admitted Darien.
“But not the last,” her sister promised.
It wasn’t - but never again so perfect. Darien found the guilt of
incest so often weighed against the delight of sex that it inhibited her.
She could never face penetrating her sister’s cunt, although her sister
made clear she could. Just the thought made her go limp. Although her
sister had done her best, Darien now felt more miserable than before.
“Is the only lover I’ll ever have going to be my own sister?” she wondered.
She also felt jealous of her sister’s sex life which she described in
great detail. All the boys who’d fucked her, sometimes more than one at a
time. The ways it’d be done, the shuddering and aching of it.
It was a warm Spring day - as warm as any Summer day - and the two girls
were playing truant. This wasn’t particularly difficult at their school,
but as good pupils this wasn’t something they did very often. To keep out
of sight from any teachers or parents, the girls went for a walk in to the
woods nearby.
“What a lovely day!” exclaimed Jennifer as they came out of a wooded grove
to a quiet bank-side with a view of the town below. “Shall we sit here?”
Darien nodded. From here they could see all the town. The streets
spread out in all directions, trees lining the pavements and sprinklers
dancing in the gardens. Birds were singing and the low roar of a combined
harvester could be heard in the distance. The two girls lowered themselves
down onto the grass, which was lovely and dry as it hadn’t been raining for
days. Jennifer took off her school blazer and lay it beside her. Yes, it
was warm enough, decided Darien taking off her own blazer.
“I love warm weather,” Jennifer announced with a grin which lit up her
face. She wore her hair in braids and beads which nevertheless hadn’t
grown nearly enough to cover her face. Her lips were full and her teeth
were beautifully white and healthy. Darien also had strong white
healthy teeth, but hers was a shy, almost timid, face and she rarely smiled
with Jennifer’s natural fullness.
I do like the sun." With a cheeky
little smile she undid her blouse button by button. She pulled it off to
reveal her bra. “I especially like the feel of it on my skin.” She stood
up and pulled off her skirt and then sat down in only her underwear. She
leaned back and then as an afterthought kicked off her shoes and socks.
She smiled at Darien and then lay on her back with her eyes closed,
letting the sun soak in.
Darien envied Jennifer for her boldness. She sat on one elbow and
examined her companion’s body. She was a little younger than herself and a
couple of years younger than her sister, Jennifer, the only other girl
she’d ever looked at in such detail. Like herself, she was quite slim
although her bottom and breasts were just a little bit more rounded. She
particularly adored the powerful and sensuous line of Jennifer’s chin and
neck.
