It's A Good Thing!
Author’s Note: A fictional tale told by a fictional young girl. Through her fictional eyes. Unsophisticated at the beginning, she blossoms and matures (a bit…) towards the end. But remember she’s just a fictional little girl. She thinks and writes like one. It must also be understood that the author does not condone, encourage, approve of, or recommend sexual abuse, incest, or any of the highly questionable acts depicted in this piece of total fiction. No fictional pets, fictional children, or fictional adults were harmed in the fictional universe of this story, and to my knowledge, none were harmed, touched, fondled, manipulated or otherwise interacted with in any way.
Codes: incest, oral, facial, anal, cum, beast, lingerie, cons, dub cons, ws, i/r, gangbang, blowbang, bukkake, shaving, F/g, M/g, b/g, b+/g, MM/g, MMF/g, MMMF/g, M+/g, etc etc etc…
Part 1 – In The Woods
“Bleeeaccch! Ray, that was horrible!” I squeaked as the boy backed away from me. I reached over and took a quick swig from the Capri Sun box to wash the taste away. Ray’s sperms usually didn’t taste too bad but this load was really icky, it tasted like bad fish tacos on broccoli with a side of asparagus covered in pepper. I gulped the load down as quick as I could, and still felt warm inside as I pictured it all sliding down into my tummy to join the rest of them. That made an even ten cum-loads but I was just getting started. Tommy and Mr Bonacelli had been planning this party for a couple of months, and they said it would be killer. I had a couple of Capri Suns handy for emergencies like this one. I liked using it to wash down sperms. It was kinda neat to squeeze the box and feel the Raspberry-Orange squirt from the little straw, just like it was a skinny red dick.
I like dicks. Skinny or not, I like ‘em. Don’t know why, don’t know how. But ever since I saw my first one a couple of years ago, at recess during Mrs Donaldson’s fifth grade, I’ve been in love with them. I just think they’re so neat. Most of the time, they’re just those little soft peanuts poking out of a boy’s underwear or making a little bulge in their swim trunks. But then, once I get my hands, or better yet, my mouth, on them, they’re like fleshy Transformers. They get longer, and bigger around, and sometimes I can’t even get my whole hand around them – like that time last weekend when the boy’s basketball team up at the high school invited me to one of their practices – but I’ll get to that later.
I started keeping a diary when I started really liking dicks. I updated it every night before I went to bed at home, or every morning when I got up, except for those times when I had what Daddy called an “all-nighter”. I tried to remember and keep it as detailed as possible, and sometimes even went and looked at the video that Daddy started taking of me every time I put a penis in my mouth, or pussy, or ass.
There’s a lot of video. A LOT.
The best part about dicks is the stuff they shoot out. Man, I really love that! We learned about it in health class – it’s called semen, and it has all the guy’s sperms in it, and if he shoots it in a girl’s body in her vagina, and she’s at the right time of the month, it can make a baby. We watched a neat film of sperms and they were all wriggling around like mad banging into stuff with their heads and the teacher told us that all it takes is ONE sperm to break into a girl’s egg and boom! she’s pregnant and there’s a bazillion of them every time a boy has an orgasm. I giggled when they said that word, orgasm. I knew what they were way long before they told us in health class.
In school they said the only way to not get pregnant is to not get near any sperms until way after you’re married or something. I wasn’t too sure about that, since I’d been getting near a lot of sperms for a couple of years, and I wasn’t pregnant. Maybe I’m special or something. A lot of the guys say I am, they say I’m the very best girl they ever ...