It was midsummer and very warm. I was staying over at my girlfriend Helen's house in Richmond, which is near London. We had been having heavy sex all night and we were deliciously tired. The next morning she decided that we should go over and see her friend, a girl called Bobbie, who lived at Chiswick in a house with her boyfriend Jamie. I put on my jeans and a little red camisole top (borrowed from Helen) and brushed my long brown hair. It was getting really long and came down past my shoulders. I am quite slender for a boy and I'm always getting mistaken for a girl. Helen was wearing a short blue skirt and a white blouse, she had her long, wavy blonde hair tied up with a pretty blue ribbon. She looked lovely and I gave her a soft kiss on the lips. We both took some some dexedrine pills to wake us up. We walked down to Richmond Station and took the tube over to Chiswick. We spent the whole journey kissing. "I love kissing you," she said, as we looked into each other's eyes, our lips barely touching. Helen kisses wonderfully, so soft and beautiful. I could feel the speed working and I know she could too. It had the effect of making us both feel very sexy. By the time we got to Bobbie's house we were both breathless, high and incredibly randy. Helen rang the bell and Bobbie answered the door. She was a petite girl with shoulder-length dark brown hair and a pretty face. "Hi, Helen," she said warmly, "so nice to see you." They hugged each other. Bobbie looked at me. "Hello, Chris," she said, "Helen's told me all about you. Come in." We all wandered into Bobbie's living room. I sat with Helen on the couch and Bobbie sat opposite us in a huge armchair. She was wearing a cute little black dress with short sleeves and a low-cut front. She was barefoot. I found myself staring at her pretty legs. They were long and slender and her dress was very short, revealing most of her thighs. "Do you want a couple of dexies, Bobbie?" said Helen, "I've got some left." "I'd love some," said Bobbie, "I need to wake up." Helen handed Bobbie the pills. She got up and went into the kitchen presumably for a drink of water to take them with. "Isn't she beautiful," said Helen. "I love her dark hair and eyes. Her parents are French." "She's got great legs," I said. "That's what Jamie keeps saying," she said. "Where is Jamie?" I asked. "He's at work," Helen replied, "He has an antique clothes shop." Bobbie came back in and sat down. She looked at me curiously. "I love your hair Chris," she said, "it's so long." "It's longer than yours, Bobbie," said Helen, stroking my hair gently. Bobbie came and sat next to me on my left. I glanced down at her beautiful legs. "It's very pretty," she said, taking a chunk of my hair in her fingers and playing with it. "So soft." I felt a sexy thrill as her gentle fingers stroked my hair. "I love his long hair too," said Helen. Both girls were playing with my long hair, stroking it and caressing it with their delicate touch. It was a lovely feeling. "You're so skinny," said Bobbie, and she ran her fingers down my bare left arm. I was feeling deliciously sensitive from the pills and I shivered at her soft touch. "You're built like a girl," she said. Helen put her arm around me and hugged me. "I love his little body," she said, "I hate macho men." "So do I," said Bobbie, "I like skinny boys. My boyfriend Jamie is very slim like you Chris, he's got no muscles either." "I'd love to meet him," I said. "You will, he'll be home about six," said Bobbie. She picked up a hairbrush from the sideboard and went and sat back in the chair opposite Helen and me. Her short dress slipped up showing most of her thighs. She started brushing her hair. It was very thick and shiny and soft-looking. She had a fringe which came to just above her pretty brown eyes, giving her a really cute, sexy look. As she brushed it her legs fell open slightly and I caught a quick glimpse of black panties. It was quite erotic. "Your hair looks beautiful," I said, "so shiny and thick." "Thank you Chrissie," she said, "I wish it was as long as yours." I felt Helen running her fingers through my hair. It felt nice. I rested my head on her shoulder. Bobby gave me a puzzled look. "Chris, are you wearing lipstick?" she asked. "No," I answered, "why?" "Your lips look so red," she said. "It's probably the pills," I said. "It's all that kissing on the way here," said Helen, giving me a knowing look. "Ooh, you naughty people," said Bobbie, "kissing in public." "I love kissing Chris," said Helen. She turned and gave me a soft, loving look, her eyes half-closed. I put my arm around her and kissed her softly on the mouth. I felt sexy chills as our lips touched. "He kisses like a girl," she said to Bobbie, "so nice and gentle. It's lovely." "He looks like a girl too," said Bobbie. "I know, that's why I like him," said Helen. She kissed me again with her beautiful soft, full lips. I gave her a soft, girly kiss back. We french kissed in front of Bobbie, letting her see our tongues slipping into each other's mouths, feeling bold from the speed. "Ooh, you sexy people," sighed Bobbie as she watched us kissing. "I love kissing you, girlie boy," said Helen. She touched her fingertips to my lips. "How do you know I kiss like a girl?" I asked Helen. The girls looked knowingly at each other and then at me. "You kiss like Bobbie," said Helen. She looked at me coyly. "We kiss all the time," she said softly, giving me a gentle hug. I felt myself getting very excited. "Don't you tell anyone," said Bobbie, looking at me, "it can be our little secret." "It's beautiful," I said, "I love when girls kiss." "Wow, I can feel the pills working," said Bobbie, "ooh, I feel so good now." Helen went over to Bobbie and sat on her knee. She put her arms around Bobbie's neck and I watched, enthralled, as she kissed her gently on the mouth, their girl's lips touching softly and tenderly. "Delicious," Helen said and she kissed Bobbie's pretty lips again, their mouths open this time. I saw her slip her tongue in Bobbie's mouth. It was very erotic to watch two pretty girls kissing. They both turned and looked at me, their mouths open, their lips wet from the kiss. "You two look so beautiful when you kiss," I said, "so sweet and lovely." Bobbie looked at me and then whispered something in Helen's ear. "Wow, that would be great," said Helen, looking at me. She got up from Bobbie's lap and came over and sat down beside me. "Bobbie told me she thinks you are the prettiest boy she's ever seen," she said, "she wants to know if she can put make-up on you." Bobbie came and sat next to me on the other side. I wondered what I was in for. "Chris you have to let us put some lipstick on you." She giggled. "You'd make a lovely girl. It'll be fun." I started to feel a thrill, a sexual excitement at the thought of wearing make-up. I wanted to be girly and pretty. "Ooh, yes," said Helen, "I've got the perfect colour lipstick for you Chrissie." She rummaged in her purse and brought out several lipsticks. She chose one and took the cap off. It was a pinky-red frosted colour. "Hold still, Chrissie," she said, and she started to apply the lipstick to my lips. "Open your mouth a little," said Bobbie. I did as I was told and felt the lipstick gliding over my lips. It was such a sexy feeling to have two pretty girls so close to me putting lipstick on me. I felt the warmth of Bobbie's thigh pressing against mine. "Now press your lips together like this," said Helen, demonstrating. I did what she said, then looked at her. "Oh, Chris," she said, "it looks gorgeous on you." "He's got a girl's mouth," said Bobbie, leaning in closer to look, "so pretty. Very kissable." Bobbie's cute little face was inches from mine. I could feel her soft breath on my cheek, and I felt an overpowering urge to kiss her sexy mouth. I wondered if she wanted to kiss me. "All he needs is some mascara and eyeshadow," said Helen. I watched helplessly as she fished in her purse and brought out a long thin black tube. She unscrewed it and pulled out a tiny brush with blobs of black smeared on it. "Keep still," she said and began to apply the mascara to my eyelashes. "God, look how long his eyelashes are," said Bobbie, staring into my eyes. "Don't close your eyes, I can't put it on properly," said Helen. I kept my eyes open with great difficulty and eventually the job was done. "Now for some eyeshadow," said Helen, retrieving a little plastic case from her purse. She opened it to reveal a palette of colours. Dipping her fingertip into a patch of silvery-blue, she approached me. "This is such a pretty colour. It'll look lovely on you. Close your eyes, Chrissie," she said. I did as I was told, managing to keep my eyes closed as she applied the eyeshadow. "He's beautiful," I heard Bobbie say. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was staring at my made-up face, her mouth open. She looked like she wanted to kiss me. "Let me fix your hair," said Bobbie, and she went and got her brush. She brushed out my long hair and fluffed it up somehow so that it looked very girly. "Chrissie, you've got to see how pretty you look," said Bobbie. She took my hand and pulled me over to the mirror on the wall. I stared at my reflection. I was thrilled. I did look pretty. I looked like a girl. Bobbie hugged me gently and kissed me on the cheek. "Let's all go up to my bedroom," she said, "I've got a great idea." "I think I know what it is," said Helen. We all followed Bobbie into the hallway and up the stairs. I was right behind her and I caught a tantalizing glimpse of her black panties under her short dress as she ascended. We all arrived in her bedroom and Bobbie went over to her chest of drawers and started pulling items of clothing out. I sat down on a big bean-bag on the floor. Helen sat on the edge of the big double bed, looking so pretty with her long, wavy blonde hair tied up in a blue satin ribbon. She had unfastened several buttons on her white blouse and most of her front was showing. Naughty girl. Her tits were small but really cute, beautiful soft, firm little mounds with dark pink nipples. Her little blue skirt slipped up and she let her legs fall open casually; I could see right up between her pretty thighs. I realized with a thrill that she wasn't wearing any panties. Helen, you sexy girl, I thought. She must have not put any on. She told me she sometimes went out with no panties on, to feel the naughty thrill of being naked under her skirt.
I could see her little patch of golden-brown pubic hair and the little pink slit beneath it. She was looking at me with a soft, sexy look in her eyes, her lips parted slightly. She knew I was looking up her skirt and she was letting me look. It was so exciting. I knew she was feeling very randy. So was I. "Chrissie," said Bobbie, turning around with a black skirt in her hand. She held up the skirt. It was short, made of some shiny, silky material. "You'd look lovely in this," she said. I felt my heart beating fast. I was getting turned on at the thought of wearing a skirt. "Oh yes, Chris, put it on for us," said Helen. "OK," I said. I was so high from the speed I didn't care. "Take those horrible jeans off," said Bobbie. She came over to me and started to unfasten my top button. "I'm not wearing anything underneath," I said. I was feeling a bit nervous and shy, but at the same time outrageously randy from the dexies. I was feeling a sexy tingling through my whole body. I secretly wanted to take my jeans off in front of Bobbie and Helen and let them look at me. "I won't look," said Bobbie, "here." She threw the skirt on the bed and turned around. I took my shoes and socks off then I unzipped my jeans and slipped them down quickly, taking them off. I was naked from the waist down, just my skimpy red camisole top on. It was a lovely feeling. I turned to face Helen and stroked my bare thighs softly, shivering at the sexy feeling. She stared at my naked cock. It had shrunk from the pills and was only about two and a half inches long. She reached out and touched it lightly with her fingertips. I let out a gasp. Her fingers touching my cock felt incredible. She looked at me sexily. "I love your cock," she mouthed soundlessly. Helen liked the way my cock shrunk when we took dexies together. She liked to play with my "little boy's cock" as she called it. We used to play naughty games together in which I was a young schoolboy of about twelve and she was the teacher who kept me behind after school. But that's another story. "Here, Chris," Helen said. She picked up the skirt and handed it to me. I took the skirt and stepped into it, pulling it up over my thighs. What a lovely sexy feeling, the silky material sliding up my bare legs, brushing past my naked cock. I was putting on a girl's skirt! I pulled it up around my waist and tried to fasten it, but I couldn't work out the zipper. "It goes in the back," said Helen. She slid the skirt around me and deftly zipped it up and fastened the little button. It fit me perfectly. "Oh, God Chris," she said, "you look unbelievable. Bobbie, look." Bobbie turned around and looked at me in my pretty black skirt and my little red tank top. She gazed at me open-mouthed. "Chrissie," she said, "wow, you look so pretty. You have beautiful legs. So smooth." She came over to me and put her hands gently on my waist. "You must be the same size as me," she said, "I'm 26 waist." She ran her hands over my hips, moving down and stroking my bum delicately. "God, you feel just like a girl," she said. I loved the feel of her hands on my bum. "Chrissie, look how pretty and feminine you look in a skirt," she said, taking my hand and leading me over to the full-length mirror on the wardrobe door. I stared at the reflection of both of us. I was astonished at what they had done to me. We looked like two pretty girls. "I love this skirt," I said, lifting up the hem girlishly and showing my thighs. The speed had made me lose all my inhibitions. "I feel so girly, it's lovely," I said I put my arms gently around Bobbie's neck, like a girl would. "Can I be your girlfriend?" I said in my girliest voice. I moved close to Bobbie and kissed her mouth quickly, a sweet little butterfly kiss. Her lips were soft and moist. "Oh, Chrissie," she breathed, "you look so lovely." She slipped her hands up under my top and felt my bare chest. I was tingling with excitement as her gentle hands slid over my nipples. "Ooh, I love flat chested girls," she said. She stroked my chest softly and kissed my mouth. I shivered with pleasure. "You feel like a twelve-year-old girl," she said, "lovely and soft." Helen came over to us and put her arms around us both. "Bobbie and Chrissie," she said, "my two beautiful girlfriends. I love watching you kiss." Bobbie came towards me slowly and kissed me, her gorgeous soft mouth open and wet. She touched her tongue lightly against my lips. I opened my mouth and our tongues touched. It was such a beautiful delicate girly kiss. Helen watched, fascinated. I turned to her and kissed her lips too. She kissed me back, a lovely wet sexy kiss. I love kissing Helen's mouth, her lips are so soft and full and beautiful. Then she turned and kissed Bobbie. I thrilled as I saw their pretty pouting girl's mouths slowly move towards each other and meet in such a tender, sweet, feminine kiss. They kissed softly and then licked each other's lips, and slipped their tongues delicately into each other's open mouths. I wanted to join in too and I moved close and kissed them both as they were kissing each other, in a beautiful three-way kiss. I slipped my tongue gently into Bobbie's mouth and then into Helen's mouth as we kissed. It was so sexy to be able to kiss two girls at once. "Ooh, that feels great," said Bobbie. I could tell she was really high on the pills. "You two are getting me all worked up. All this lovely kissing." I walked over and sat on the bed, breathless. Bobbie went and sat in the armchair. Helen sat next to me and put her hand on my leg. She slid it up my thigh under my skirt, in full view of Bobbie. "I love you in a skirt," she said. I was naked under my skirt and I felt her hand slip between my thighs and feel my soft little cock. "Chrissie, you naughty girl, you've got no panties on," said Helen, "look, Bobbie." Helen lifted up the hem of my skirt and let Bobbie look up between my thighs. "Oh, Chrissie's a little boy," said Bobbie, staring at my soft little cock, "how sweet." Helen let my skirt fall back down then she slid her hand up between my thighs and started playing with my cock. I opened my legs and gave her complete access to it. My skirt slipped up to the top of my legs. Bobbie could see everything. "I love his cock, it's so little and cute," said Helen, "don't you think so, Bobbie?" "It's beautiful," said Bobbie, "like a young boy's." "It's embarrassing," I said, "it's the speed, it makes it shrink." "I know, it does the same thing to Jamie," said Bobbie, staring at my exposed cock. She was watching Helen playing with it, gently fondling it with her soft hands. I didn't care, I was so high. I wanted her to look at my naked cock. I reached over and started stroking Helen's legs. Her skirt had slipped up showing most of her smooth, pretty thighs. I began caressing her gently, moving my hand up between them. She opened her legs slightly and let me feel her soft, sexy inner thighs. I slid my hand up further and my fingers felt her silky pubic hairs. She had no panties on and she gave a little sigh as I touched her naked cunt. The lips felt soft and moist. "Helen's a naughty girl, too," I said, "look, Bobbie." I slid Helen's skirt all the way up to the top of her thighs. Bobbie was watching us and I saw her staring between Helen's legs. Helen let her legs fall open wider. I moved my hand away from between her thighs to give Bobbie a good view. Bobbie let out a little gasp as she saw Helen had nothing on under her skirt. She could see her naked cunt. "Oh, Helen, that's so sexy," she said, "it's so pretty." Bobbie stared at Helen's cunt, fascinated. "Isn't it beautiful?" I said. I put my hand between Helen's thighs, letting Bobbie see me touching her cunt, running my fingertips up and down the soft, peachy lips. Helen moaned softly. "God, you're making me so randy," said Bobbie. Bobbie slid her dress up her thighs, showing her sexy black panties.
"I feel overdressed," she said. She took hold of her panties and slipped them down her pretty legs, throwing them on the floor. "I want to be a naughty girl too," she said. She sat back in the chair and spread her long, slender legs wide, showing us her beautiful naked cunt, a pretty pink slit under the dark hairs, longer than Helen's, the lips open, wet and glistening with her juices. "Ohh," Helen cried, "Bobbie, you're so beautiful." "Bobbie you have a beautiful cunt," I said, staring at the soft pink lips under the dark triangle of pubic hairs. She looked at my cock. "I think you have a beautiful little cock," she said, "you're such a pretty little boy." She put her hand between her thighs and touched her cunt with her fingertips. "You look so sexy in your skirt," she said. She started to stroke her cunt, sliding her fingertips gently up and down the soft, pearly lips. I could see they were very wet. It was so erotic. I was feeling extremely girly and I went and stood in front of Bobbie, with my back to her. Taking the hem of my skirt in my hands, I lifted it up around my waist, showing her my naked bottom. I wiggled my hips like a girl. "Oh, Chrissie," she sighed, "that's unbelievable." I thrilled as I felt Bobbie's hands touching me, gently stroking my naked bottom, sliding down my thighs then back up over my hips. "God, you feel like a girl," she said, as her hands roamed all over my naked lower body. Still holding my skirt up, I looked over at Helen. She was sitting on the bed with her skirt pulled up, her legs spread, watching us, her hand on her cunt. She looked at me and slipped one finger up between the wet, pink lips. She gave me a look which described what she was feeling, her mouth open, eyes heavy-lidded, so sexy. I gasped as Bobbie suddenly slid her hands around the front of me and found my little cock. She started fondling it with her gentle girl's hands. "Little boy's cock," she said softly in my ear, "it's lovely." "Oh, Bobbie, yes," said Helen, "play with his little cock." She came and knelt in front of me, her face inches from my cock, watching, fascinated, as Bobbie played with it. "It's a lovely little cock," said Bobbie, squeezing it gently. "I know, it's so kissable," said Helen. She moved close and touched her soft lips to my cock, kissing Bobbie's fingers at the same time. I watched as Bobbie slipped a finger into Helen's mouth and she sucked on it gently. Helen was kissing my cock gently, her soft lips barely touching it, sweet little kisses. Bobbie came around to get a good look. I was still holding my skirt up. "Oh, this is so sexy," she said, "I love to watch." She watched as Helen opened her mouth and my soft little cock slipped between her lips. It was so small that my whole length fit inside. I let out a little girlish cry as I felt the soft wetness of her lovely mouth enclosing my cock. "Little boy's cock," she said, and she moved in and kissed my cock as Helen was sucking it. My cock slipped out of Helen's mouth and Bobbie kissed her on the lips. I watched as they slipped their tongues into each other's mouths then both kissed my cock and licked it. They were kissing each other and kissing and licking my cock at the same time, making it very wet. I felt my cock swelling slightly, in spite of the speed. The sexual thrill was unbelievable. I let out a little sigh. Bobbie looked up at me, her lips wet. "Chrissie, do you want to kiss my cunt?" she said, "I never had a pretty girly boy kiss me down there before." She slid her soft wet lips over my cock, giving me incredible sexy tingles. "Bobbie has a lovely cunt," said Helen, "I love kissing it." She gave me a dark, sexy look and kissed Bobbie's lips, a lovely wet girly kiss. "I love kissing your girlfriend there too," said Bobbie, giving me a sly, naughty look, "we're very naughty girls." She went and sat on the edge of the bed with her legs open, facing us. We could both see her beautiful cunt, the lips pink and wet, her little clit just visible at the top below her little patch of pubic hair. "Chrissie," she said softly, "pretty Chrissie, be my girlfriend, kiss me." She spread her gorgeous slender legs wide. The soft wet peachy lips of her cunt looked absolutely delicious. I went over and knelt between her open legs. "Bobbie you're beautiful," I said. I moved close to her cunt and touched my mouth on the lips. I kissed her cunt softly, like a girl, gently licking her peachy lips. She was so wet. I could taste her love juice in my mouth. I ran my tongue up and down her cunt lips, and slipped it between them, licking the inside of her cunt. I sucked her little clit ever so gently and licked all around it. Bobbie gave a little cry. "God, you feel just like a girl," she said, "you sexy little boy." Helen came over and sat beside Bobbie. She put her hand on Bobbie's thigh and started caressing her. She watched me kissing Bobbie's cunt, slipping my tongue up between the soft wet lips. "Chrissie, I love watching you and Bobbie," she said, "you look like two girls." I kissed Bobbie's beautiful cunt some more, letting Helen see my tongue go up inside her. "I want you to put your soft little boy's cock up here," breathed Bobbie. "Up inside my cunt." "Oh, Bobbie, yes," said Helen. I watched as she took Bobbie's hand and put it between her open thighs. "Feel how wet I am Bobbie," she said. Helen was sitting close to Bobbie, their naked thighs touching. Both girls had their legs open and their skirts pulled up. It was very erotic. I watched as Bobbie slid her hand up between my girlfriend's thighs and started playing with her cunt. She slipped her finger up between Helen's wet cunt lips. I could see they were soaking wet with her love juice. I stood up and watched them. "Chrissie do you do this to Helen?" Bobbie said as I watched her finger sliding slowly in and out of my girlfriend's cunt. "Yes," I said, "Helen loves when I do that." "I love her cunt," she said. Helen reached over and put her hand between Bobbie's legs and began to slowly stroke her cunt too. I could see her fingers touching the wet lips. Now they were both playing with each other's cunts. I watched, enthralled, as they turned to each other and kissed on the lips. It was too sexy for words. They both turned and looked at me, their eyes heavy-lidded, mouths open, obviously in sexual heaven. "You look so pretty in make-up and a skirt," Bobbie said. I blew her a little kiss and lifted my skirt girlishly for her, showing her my little cock. I went over and stood in front of her, my skirt pulled up. "Ooh, Chrissie," she said. She reached out and took my soft little cock in her hand. I felt a wonderful sexual thrill as she touched it. "Such a pretty little cock," she said, "like a little boy's. I love little boy's cocks, they're so cute. Do you put it up inside Helen soft like that?" "Yes," I replied, "it feels incredible when it slips inside her." Bobbie gave me a seductive look. "Oh, Chrissie, I'd love you to put it up inside me," she said softly, "I'm so wet." I looked at Helen nervously. "Chrissie, yes," said Helen, removing her hand from Bobbie's cunt, "I want you to." I grabbed the bean-bag and put it beside the bed. Kneeling on it, I got between Bobbie's wide open legs. I lifted my skirt and moved close. "Let me help," said Helen. She took my cock in her gentle fingers and touched the tip of it on Bobbie's cunt. She started rubbing my cock slowly up and down between the soft, peachy, slippery lips. She was soaking wet. God, what a feeling. Bobbie gave me an ecstatic look. "God, Chrissie, you look so much like a girl," she said, her voice trembling. "Chrissie, put it in her," Helen whispered. I gave a little push and my cock slipped easily inside her. It was an indescribable feeling. Bobbie cried out softly. "Ooh, Chrissie, my pretty little girlie boy, you're fucking me," she said, "look, your little cock is right up inside me." We both watched as I moved slowly and my soft little cock slid in and out between the lips of her beautiful wet cunt. It started to go hard inside her, in spite of the pills. I couldn't believe the feeling. Helen leaned her head on Bobbie's shoulder. She slipped her hand inside the top of her dress and started caressing her tits softly as she watched me fucking her girlfriend. Bobbie was making little moaning sounds as she felt my cock sliding in and out of her. She turned to Helen and they kissed each other. I watched as Helen sweetly wet Bobbie's lips with her tongue then slipped it between them into her mouth. Bobbie sucked it gently then slid her tongue into Helen's mouth. They gave each other more soft, wet, gorgeous girly kisses. It was too much to bear and felt my cock go really hard as I slid it gently up inside her soft, lovely hole. After a long time of slow, sexy fucking, and watching them kiss, I let my little cock slip slowly out of her. It was still hard but I didn't want to come inside Bobbie. I went and sat on the bed next to her. My cock slowly shrunk back to little boy size. Bobbie and Helen looked at me, their lips red and wet from kissing each other for so long. They were breathing heavily, obviously very aroused. "Chrissie you're so sexy," Bobbie said, "you're too pretty to be a boy." "A girl with a cock," said Helen. "Chrissie, come and sit between us." The girls made space for me and I sat between them. I smoothed my skirt down over my thighs and fluffed out my hair girlishly. They both snuggled up to me. "Kiss me Chrissie," said Helen. She put her hand on my thigh. I turned to her and kissed her on the mouth. "Just like Bobbie," she said. She stroked my bare thigh softly, pushing the skirt up a little. "So girly." "I love being girly," I said, "I want to be pretty for you." "You are," said Bobbie, and she slipped her hand up under my top. She started feeling my bare chest and touching my nipples. I shivered. I loved the feel of her soft little hand on my bare skin, it made me tingle. "I'd love to watch you kissing another boy," Bobbie said suddenly, "have you ever done that?" "I had a friend at school," I admitted, "his name was Harry. We used to go down to the bottom of the playing fields and do sexy stuff." "Ooh, tell me," she said, excited. "Chrissie, you never told me about that," said Helen, "tell me what you did." "Oh, we'd take our cocks out and play with them, making them hard and trying to come. My cock was the same size as it is now." I pulled my skirt up so they could see. It was exciting having them look at my naked cock. "It's so cute," said Helen. She reached over and touched it, giving me a sexy thrill. "It felt lovely when it was little and soft inside me," said Bobbie dreamily. Her hand slid out from under my top and moved down to my cock. She fondled it lovingly. "I sometimes fancy little boys," she confessed as she played with my cock, "they are so cute. I love their little bodies. Chrissie, was your cock as small as this when you were with Harry?" "Our cocks were tiny. We were only twelve. For some reason Harry always wanted to kiss me." "Because you looked like a little girl," ventured Helen. She stroked my thigh and moved her hand up to join Bobbie's. Now they were both playing with my cock. "You must have been a pretty little boy," said Bobbie. She kissed me on the cheek. I remembered being teased at school a lot because of my feminine looks. Harry never teased me. "Did you and Harry kiss?" asked Bobbie eagerly. "I let him kiss me a few times," I said, "it was nice. He was good-looking." I remembered those tentative, soft little kisses with Harry and I felt a thrill. "What else did you do?" she asked curiously. "We played with each other's cocks," I said, "we wanked each other. We couldn't come, we were too young, but I remember it feeling great having another boy play with my cock." "I wish I could have been there to watch," said Bobbie. "Me too," said Helen, "sexy little boys playing with each other's cocks," she said dreamily. "That's one of my favourite fantasies." They both took turns playing with my cock, touching it gently and stroking it. It was a heavenly feeling. "Naughty little schoolboy," said Helen, "tell us your fantasies." I told them I had fantasies about boys, especially pretty ones with long hair like mine. Wild fantasies in which we dressed as girls and kissed and had sex. "Ohh, Chrissie, I'd love to watch you having sex with another boy," said Bobbie. She gave my cock a gentle, delicate squeeze. "God, so would I," said Helen, "especially if you were dressed like that." "I' might try it if I was high like this," I said, "especially if he was really girly and feminine."
To be continued...
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