Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2012 19:56:06 +1000
From: andrew crook <accrook@bigpond.com>
Subject: Christopher - Christine Pt 1 (TG Young friends)

Christopher - Christine Pt 1.
By Miss Nicole Smith

This is a work of fiction (pity). But even though it's fiction,
it doesn't mean that under aged people can read the story.

Please be warned, the subject matter of this story, MAY offend
certain people. If transvestite behavior, abnormal body practices,
drug use may offend you, please do not read any further.

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My name's Christopher, but you can call me Chris. I lived with my parents
and 2 older brothers in a large home in Sydney, before we moved to
Queensland. My oldest brother Mark was 11 and Geoff 8. I was 5 years
younger then Mark and we had the most loving parents any child could wish
for.

I can vividly remember when the chain of events actually started, that
brought me to situation in my life where I now stand.

Our mother was enormously pregnant when our dad rushed her to the hospital
about six years ago. Dad had rung his sister and asked her to come over and
look after us three boys, while he stayed with mum for the birth of what
was expected to be our baby sister.

During her pregnancy my two brothers and I, had watched as our mother grew
from a tall, beautiful, slim woman to an extremely fat and chubby one,
listless, devoid of any energy, and seemingly always irritable or
angry. Well she seemed that way to our/my way of thinking, because for most
of those nine months she was either, yelling at us three boys to behave,
arguing with dad and making him timidly meek and silent, or else she was
crying at things that seemed almost trivial to the rest of us.

Dad had been a sea of calm and reason in the house during the period, as he
coped with our mother's pregnancy, both as a loving and caring husband, as
well as a voice of calm and reason to us boys. He'd always be explaining to
us that we weren't being bad or naughty, when most of the time our mother
yelled at us, and that we would have to show patience and understanding
towards our mother, regardless of if we thought she was being unfair or
not, until after the baby was born.

Although we knew that our mother loved us all, it took my father's patient
explanation to us three boys about 4 months into our mother's pregnancy,
that after three boys, our mother was absolutely thrilled to find out that
she'd finally have a daughter to look after. Especially he told us, because
after 3 boys and the early complications showing in this pregnancy, there'd
be no further attempts to have anymore children, and THAT was why our
mother was extremely touchy and moody, because she was scared that
something might happen and she'd lose her unborn daughter.

Late the following afternoon, dad came home from the hospital excitedly
telling us that we had a new baby sister, Amanda Victoria, and that mum and
daughter were both doing well and he'd take us to see them tomorrow
(Friday) after we came home from school and that perhaps NOW, he told us
with a weary laugh, the house might even return to some semblance of
normality again.

But we didn't go to the hospital the next afternoon. When my brothers and I
got home from school the following day, dad somberly informed us that
Amanda was suffering complications and that our mother was under heavy
sedation. He promised us that we'd go and visit them after the doctors had
given approval from her to see us 3 boys again.

Mum's sister Cathy agreed to stay at our place and look after everyone and
over the next 10 days we helplessly watched while our father seemed to age
20 years, right in front of our eyes. Our mother came home three weeks
later, miserable, heavily overweight, washed out and childless. She briefly
hugged us 3 boys before retiring to the main bedroom, and we didn't see or
speak to her for over a month.

Dad, although he tried his best, was completely shattered and walked around
aimlessly uninterested in the happenings around him each day, so it was up
to Cathy to explain to us 3 boys about our mother's condition, as she told
us to be loving, caring and patient, because our mother and father still
loved us, but were grieving very badly over the loss of Amanda.

Three months passed and although our mother started to take an interest in
events, there seemed to be a spark missing within her. Sure, she started to
get involved in family matters again even apologizing to us 3 boys, for how
we'd been treated by her during Amanda's pregnancy, but it wasn't until the
day after our return from our holiday trip, that she appeared to have
changed back to her some semblance of her wonderful old self.

That night, her and dad sat the 3 of us boys down and told us that we were
moving to Queensland, where my 2 older brothers would be enrolled in Dad's
old school, the exclusive Nudgee College as fulltime boarders, while
because of my age, I'd have to be enrolled in another private school
elsewhere.

So the plan was to have the house sold and be packed and moved house before
the end of the Easter school holiday break. The only change to that plan
was that my mother decided that I'd be home schooled for a term or so.

We eventually ended up buying a nice home with a pool and games basement at
Noosa, while my two older brothers started boarding at Nudgee. The first
few days in the new house were like a holiday for me. I had my own room and
mum told me she'd even organized with a decorator about its fittings and
colors. Dad's new position was located reasonably close to our new home and
his sister Cathy had also moved with us and had the bedroom next to mine.

Dad told me that Cathy would be helping my mother around the house as well
as assist in my home education and general deportment, until they could
select another one for me.

The move also seemed to change my Mother's attitude towards me. She seemed
to pay much greater attention not only to me personally but to my needs as
well, just like she use to before she fell pregnant with Amanda.

She was insistent on me taking vitamins everyday, as well as organizing for
me to go to the same doctor that she did, which was a bit yucky, because
her doctor was a lady doctor instead of the man doctor my father and all
the boys usually went to see. I was to end up visiting Dr Ruth every month,
and she always seemed to give me immunization injections, to cover me
against numerous potential childhood diseases.

I got very excited when my mother told me that my new bedroom furniture
would be delivered in a few days time.

My bedroom itself was quite big and it even had its own private bathroom,
just like my parent's bedroom. The walls were pastel pink with contrasting
colored skirting. My window curtains were of a slightly subtler shade of
pink to differentiate them from the walls and they had separate white
lining curtains along with lacy sashes to tie off the main pink curtains. I
also had a huge walk in wardrobe with built in drawers and a full length
mirror door too.

Mum told me I'd also be getting a lovely new four poster canopy bed, a desk
and a special vanity dressing table. All the furniture, she told me, was in
matching colors of white with pink pin stripping motifs on them. The
dressing table also came with a set of drawers and a large mirror with
moving side mirror attachments and 5 light bulbs positioned around it.

My new bed sheet linen was of a soft slinky satin material, with 3 sets of
them. She'd chosen pink, white and pale silver as the colors, while my
bedspread cover was a beautiful light burgundy and the bed canopy curtains
were to be of a see through gauzy material also in pink.

Mum even brought me some picture posters for my walls, although I would
have preferred footy posters instead of the posters of ballet dancers and
the one of ponies she'd selected. She even found a David Cassidy one for
me, who although I told her I liked his music, wasn't exactly someone I'd
want to look at on a poster, but I was just so happy at having my own
bedroom, that I didn't want to upset her.

The day after my bedroom furniture arrived mum informed me that my
schooling would commence the following day and that I was lucky to have two
teachers to assist me, being my mother and her sister Cathy. Classes
although very informal were rigidly adhered to and I was set homework each
day, which had to be done before I would be allowed to watch TV of an
evening till 7.00pm.

A few mornings later, I complained of having an upset tummy and told my
mother I was feeling very queasy as well. She immediately phoned her doctor
for an appointment and she and Cathy drove me down to her an hour or so
later. The doctor took some blood from me as well as giving me the first of
the many vaccination shots I'd receive from then on, also suggesting to mum
and Cathy that my immune system may need to be given an extra jump start so
she suggested that they double my vitamin supplements giving them to me of
an evening as well.

Mum asked me to wait outside while they talked to the doctor and about 10
minutes later, Cathy and mum walked out of the surgery room and took me
home, allowing me to stay in bed for the day to rest. Next day it was
classes as normal although late that next afternoon, Dr Ruth called in and
sat down with both Mum and Cathy to go over my blood work.

After they'd finished talking, Dr Ruth came up to my room, where I was
doing my homework and told me that because I'd felt queasy yesterday that
I'd better have a booster of the vaccine she'd given me, and not to worry
if I felt a bit queasy in the tummy afterwards. Before she left she told me
that she'd call back in a few days time to take another blood sample,
before leaving and going back downstairs.

As she walked downstairs I overheard her saying to my mother that she
approved of my room and that since my body was being overwhelmed at the
moment with the medications she'd used on me, they might like to try and
completely overwhelm my other senses (which I had no idea of what they were
talking about) and recommended a store for her to visit and purchase some
items to assist in the process.

The next day after classes, I was left to do my homework while mum and
Cathy went to the shops. When they returned they were chattering and
giggling happily, with arms loaded with bags, which they took upstairs to
mum's bedroom. Later that evening while I was watching TV, they must have
unpacked the purchases and put them away in my wardrobe. Now, I'd only been
taking vitamins for about a week and although they did tend to make me feel
a bit nauseous at times I tended to forget about my queasiness, still
unaware of subtle changes taking place to my character.

That night when I went to put on my pajamas to go to sleep, I found a short
sleeved satin yellow top and matching shorts instead of my old jimjams, so
I put those on, went downstairs and kissed everyone goodnight, before
returning to my bedroom and going to bed unconsciously enjoying the soft
and slippery sensations of the bed linen as it rubbed all over my body,
before I fell fast asleep.

The next morning, while I was having my shower, someone put my clothes out
for the day on my bed. I came back in with my towel around my waist to see
a pair of white nylon panties, a pair of very short cut pink satin shorts
and a little white lacy top which had little ponies all over it, as well as
a white pair of anklet socks with frills at the top as well as a pair of
pink and yellow runners for me to wear.

I looked in my wardrobe and drawers for something else to wear and found
that all my old clothes had disappeared, before I put on the ones laid out
on the bed for me. Feeling a bit foolish in them after I saw myself in the
mirror, I went downstairs to ask mum where my old clothes were.

She imperiously informed me that they all had had tears or holes in them so
she'd brought some new clothes for me to wear, yesterday adding that they
were much lighter and would suit me better in the summer heat. The smiles
on my parents faces must have been meant to reassure me that my new clothes
looked perfectly acceptable on me, so I sat down to breakfast simply not
thinking anymore about what I was wearing.

Classes that day seemed to be different from what I'd experienced since
they'd started, although I couldn't quite comprehend how. Mum and Cathy
wore light cotton dresses in pastels with ribbons and bows on them, and the
class room seemed to have been draped in ribbons and girlie pictures now,
which it hadn't yesterday and the subjects all tended to be around feminine
things. Like in arithmetic they'd use cooking measurements as examples, or
in science they'd use flowers, butterflies and soft things to explain
things. During the morning break Cathy had even gone and sprayed some
perfume on me, telling me that my body was starting to sweat and smell and
that this would make me more pleasant?

Each morning for several days thereafter, I'd come out of the bathroom, to
find my clothes all laid out for me, in soft pinks, yellows or lilac
colors, and mum would give me a squirt of perfume as I sat down to eat
breakfast. Dr Ruth called round several days later, to talk to mum and to
take some further blood test and give me a ANOTHER vaccination shot! While
also telling me how nice I looked in THAT outfit. I heard her say to mum
that it was important at this early stage to deprive him(?) of any male
senses as much as possible, adding that she liked the classroom atmosphere
and the clothes they (Cathy and mum) were both wearing during classes as
well(?)

After a visit from Dr Ruth on another afternoon, Mum and Cathy even
informed me that from now on I'd have to sit down when I was going to the
toilet, and showed me how I had to wipe myself dry and how to adjust my
dress to make sure that I wasn't showing any panties to anyone, which I
seemed to easily adapt to.

Things went on like that for a couple of months and I was surprised to be
told that my brothers were going to a camp for the winter holidays and that
I wouldn't get to see them. My holidays were spent around the house, or
going out for drives with my mother or Cathy or they'd take me to the
beauty salon or various clothes stores with them. I noticed the knowing
smiles of the other ladies when they asked Cathy or mum about me and being
given answers to their inquiries.

I tolerated without argument the types of cloths put out for me each
morning, not objecting to anything that I had to wear even when they
started to put out shoes with small ankle straps and buckles for me to
wear. One morning, Cathy was in my bedroom when I came back in from my
shower and quickly helped me into a short lilac satin dress with lots of
frills and lacing around the edges and helped me put on some tights instead
of anklet socks, instead of my usual shorts and top. Then she made me sit
down at the vanity table and proceeded to brush my hair for about 10
minutes before putting 2 matching satin ribbons into the pigtails she'd
fashioned for me, before putting a squirt of perfume on me and patting me
on my bottom as she directed me towards the stairs.

I didn't even object when later on that week Cathy put a pair of clip-on
ear rings onto my ears or even when she began to put pink or red lipstick
onto me telling me that it was "lip balm" to prevent chapped lips. Class
lessons also started to include how to sit as a girl, how to curtsey, how
to walk like a girl, even how to talk and listen as a girl.

I now even had lots of dolls and teddy bears placed over my bedspread for
me to play with as all my boy toys seemed to have disappeared. Dad was
often seen from a distance, but I very rarely got to talk to him, even at
breakfast, as he was often leaving or had left when I came down to eat and
was very rarely home of an evening before I had to go to bed.

Even on weekends, he'd simply give me a kiss on the cheek and a "See you
later Christie" or sometimes it was a, "See you later beautiful or
princess" comment as he'd leave for work or a day at the golf course or
going out fishing with his friends.

The craziest part was that I seemed to accept all of what was happening
around me. I was starting to enjoy, the pretty dresses, the hair styling,
the make and perfume. In fact I even tried to put on some lipstick myself
and when I showed them my first time effort they simply giggled at it,
before they started to teach me how to do this properly and it became part
of my lessons which they spent a half hour on each day with me, slowly
teaching me the art of make up and also of how to brush my hair and tie it
up.

September holidays came and went, with me still not seeing my brothers as
they were sent on an overseas school excursion with a number of other
pupils for two weeks.


One Saturday evening my mother, who I now called 'mummy' (as I now called
my father 'daddy') and Cathy suggested that I join the two of them in the
parents retreat spa bath for a leisurely soak. They must have already put
some bubble bath in it because when I walked naked into the ensuite to join
them, they were lying down in it covered to their necks in bubble foam. I
stepped gingerly into the hot water and sank down on onto the sunken
platform as mummy and Cathy moved close up to me, each holding a glass of
wine in their hand.

As I wasn't accustomed to taking a bath let alone sharing one with anyone,
I looked from one to the other, glancing downwards and gazing at the
bodies.  "Christie," mummy whispered to me, as I felt her hand take a hold
of mine and move it to her left breast and slowly move it across her
nipple.

"These are breasts or boobies and the little bump you're rubbing is called
a nipple" she informed me. "One day you're going to have boobies just like
mine and Aunty Cathy's" she gushed to me as I felt Cathy take my other hand
and place it on her breast too.

"Nipples are very sensitive and it makes you feel really nice when someone
touches them gently" she told me. "You're boobies are just little at the
moment but your nipples are quite large Christie", before leaning over and
putting her mouth over one of my nipples and starting to suckle on it.

As I felt the suction of mummy lips on my nipple, I also felt her tongue
rub across it with a persistent and tender pressure. I closed my eyes
enjoying the sensitive feelings of mummy's tongue softly rubbing back and
forth pressing against the nipple and I started to moan and whimper. I then
felt the same soft warm feelings as my aunty Cathy started suckling my
other nipple. I then felt a hand start to fondly my little penis, softly
caressing it, before it was taken away, to suddenly feel a hand guiding
another hand to my penis and having the caressing continue.

They kept this up for a couple of minutes as I started to squirm and
wriggle at the attention being paid to my nipples. I was whimpering and
panting at the same time before they took their mouths suddenly off my
nipples. To my pathetic pleadings not to stop I heard "Do you like that
Christie?" as my mother gently asked me, to which I replied a shaky yes,
begging her to do it to me again.

"And do you like it when we touch your little penis too?" she asked me, to
which I told her that I couldn't feel anything down there but I liked it
when they were suckling my nipples. "Cathy, did you hear what Christie just
said" my mother gasped out loudly, to which Cathy was smiling broadly and
nodding her head at the same time.

"I need to find out if she's fibbing to us" my mother told Cathy, before
telling me to stand up so she could splash some water onto my penis to wash
away the soap bubbles. "Cathy, will you suckle Christie again for me?" she
asked as I saw her move her mouth down and engulf my tiny penis and balls
into her mouth and felt a gentle sucking feeling down there as well as a
vibrating humming noise.

About a minute later I then felt the same wonderful sensations of my now
tender right nipple being suckled as well as the brushing tongue rubbing
over it back and forth, while I swayed and almost lost my balance.

Mummy removed her mouth and took a deep breath before sitting back down and
with a flushed face, asking me did I like what she was doing to me down
there. Cathy had also removed her mouth and sat back down. I had to shake
my head and tell her in a girlish gasping voice that I really couldn't feel
anything at all down there, but that my nipple was now really sensitive.

"Cathy. She doesn't even seem to be producing any form of lubrication down
there," mummy announced in amazement. "I need to try one more thing to see
if it is just due to her ignorance or if she really does has NO feelings
down there or not" she announced.

"I'll signal you when to suckle Christie's other nipple" she said, before
sliding her index finger over some soap and gently reaching around behind
me sliding her finger between my ball sack and my bottom. She started to
increase the pressure, which I jerked back to reflexively, before I felt
her finger push itself inside of my tight bottom and pause for a moment
before she moved her head and engulfed my penis with her mouth again.

As she suckled my penis and balls, I felt her finger start to move up and
down inside of me, moving it around in a circular motion at the same
time. I felt the sucking of her mouth on my penis and the circular
movements start to feel good as I involuntarily started to move my bottom
back and forth against the invasive finger before I saw her wave her hand
and Aunty Cathy's mouth gently engulf my left nipple and start the sucking
and tongue brushing motion to it.

After about 10 seconds of my nipple being suckled I'd started to moan and
sway my body as I then felt her hand gently brush against my right nipple,
which caused me to cry out thrillingly in a loud pitched scream and to have
to hold onto her to stop me falling over, as I gasped and panted trying to
catch my breath. Unbeknownst to me, my mother had ceased her activities
with my bottom and had sat back down in the spa.

I was gasping for breath, whimpering out loud and dizzily swaying around,
when I felt mummy gently grab my body and ease me down onto her lap as she
gently caressed my face while softly cooing endearments to me. Cathy slid
across next to mummy and I could see and feel her sliding a bar of soap
gently and slowly over my swollen and sensitive nipples.

Meanwhile her eyes were closed and she was smiling blissfully while her
other hand was underneath the bubbles between her partly opened legs. I saw
mum radiantly smiling both at my bewildered face because of the feelings
presently going on in my body as well as at the contented look on Cathy's
face.

"I think my little girl's feeling extra good at the moment" she quietly
told me.  "Christie, did you enjoy that honey" she asked me, to which I
nodded in blissful contentment. "Did you enjoy it when I was pressing my
finger outside of your bottom, or was it while I was suckling you down
there" she asked me

I had to tell her that it was when she slipped her finger inside of me and
started to move it around. She nodded and then asked me if that was all or
was there something else she wanted to tell me. I then told her that the
feeling of her moving the finger around inside of me was nice, but it was
nothing to when Aunty Cathy then started to suckle my nipple and as she
brushed her hand up against the other one, I'd almost fainted I told mummy,
who was smiling back at me happily. I saw Cathy scrunch up her face and let
out a loud sigh before her body and face started to visibly relax.

"Cathy" mummy said. "She didn't even produce a slight amount of lubricant
all the while I was suckling her penis" she told her. "She only seemed to
come close to orgasm when you were suckling her nipples and" she whispered
quietly, "I worked my forefinger and thumb into her as well, so that I
actually could feel Christie pushing herself back down onto 3 of my
fingers. She was actually trying to impale herself onto my hand" she told
her Cathy excitedly.

"Dr Ruth was right Sis, Christie DOES seemed to have absorbed the heavy
dose of hormones into her system we've fed her, and she's adjusted for them
as well. Between the hormones and the complete feminine surroundings we've
placed her in, Christie now subconsciously thinks she really IS a girl!"
mummy thrillingly said to her. "Let's try her on biology 101, right now!"
mummy said as she stood up lifting me off her knees and up along with her.

Cathy stooped down and pulled the spa plug before standing up and stepping
out of the spa. She reached for a big towel and placed it around my
shoulders, before doing the same for herself. Mummy had silently left the
ensuite while I stood up on still trembling legs, enjoying Cathy's hands
massaging my back against the towel. She reappeared telling us to lose our
towels as she dropped hers and walked naked back into the master bedroom.

I actually can't ever remember having ever seen mummy naked before, so I
was very surprised to hear her tell us to take off our towels and walk
around naked. I was even more surprised to see that while I had a small
tiny penis that Cathy had an outcrop of blonde hair between her legs and
had extremely prominent nipples on her breasts, which bounced up and down
slightly when she walked.

Mummy on the other hand had no hair down there what so ever, and I could
see a crease fold between her legs and something partially sticking out
from between the crease fold as well. Her breasts (boobies to me) were of a
similar size to Cathy's but they were also fuller and dropped a
bit. Mummy's boobies also swayed more then bounced when she walked around.

"Don't know why you have to prove to everyone that you're a natural blonde
Cathy" my daddy said laughingly to her as she entered the bedroom. I jumped
in surprise as I heard his voice coming from near the bedroom entrance,
standing their completely naked. "When was the last time you wore your
bikini!" to which Cathy told him to mind his own business.

"No mans ever objected to my pussy" Cathy told him. "I'm not going to have
the hassle of shaving all the time! Besides some guys like a bearded clam
for desert!" she said. "I suppose you 2 want me to be the female dummy for
this lesson" she sighed out loud, before reaching for a pillow to put under
her and then lying back on her back, across the bed sideways.

"We appreciate it Cath," daddy told her. "After all, I've volunteered to be
the male dummy, and I've had to wait out here while you girls had an
enjoyable bubble bath soak.

"Christie" mummy said to me. "There are 2 normal types of person living
today. One is the male, like your daddy and your brothers. The other is the
female which are people like your aunty Cathy and mummy. All babies start
out as females and sometimes change within the mummy's womb to become male
babies.

Unfortunately for you, you had a severe accident when you were being born
and you've never grown into a male or a female. Now, Dr Ruth did all those
tests on you and took all those blood samples and has been able to tell us
that you're really a little girl, but were born deformed, being neither a
male or a female.

Now the female has breasts and a vagina. That's because they are the only
type who can have babies. YOUR breasts are only just starting to grow and
it'll be a few years before they're big enough for you to need to wear a
bra like your Aunty Cathy and mummy have to wear."

"All girls like having there nipples suckled, as you've found out today for
yourself. Now, when you look at your Aunty Cathy's vagina you'll notice
it's very different from your daddy's penis," which daddy had walked over
to the bed and laid down on it beside Cathy and spread his legs to show
himself off to me.

"See daddy has a penis and it's shaped entirely different to a woman's
vagina," mummy said as Aunty Cathy gently parted her legs to show me the
wide opening which had funny folds of skin towards the top of it and an
opening at the bottom. When someone touches a girl on her vagina, it seems
to make a slippery type of lubricant, which daddy using his fingers on
Aunty Cathy suddenly made it show clear fluids inside of her vagina.

"The fleshy wrinkly parts at the front are called the hood, the clitoris
and the vaginal lips and if they're gently touched for long enough actually
grow a little bit and stick out just a little bit as well as becoming wet
with lubricant smegma" mummy told me. "Inside the vagina is a place called
the womb and that's where all the baby eggs are located."

"Girls like to be gently touched around the vagina but they much preferred
to be suckled down there. Aunty Cathy's going to let you suckle her vagina
to show you what happens to the girl" to which mummy directed me towards
Cathy's spread out legs and told me to put my mouth down there and suckle
on it.

I tentatively moved my head towards Cathy's vagina and subconsciously stuck
my tongue out to touch it first and felt Cathy's legs start to
involuntarily close a bit before she took my head between her hands and
position my mouth in her vagina, and instructed me on how to use my tongue
and lips.

I must have done something right as I felt her start to squeeze my head
with her thighs after a minute or so, before pulling my face away from her,
showing me how much fluid smegma was now there as well as on my face. The
folds of skin around the top of her vagina also seemed to be protruding out
a bit more than they initially were, as well?

"Now Christie, the male can be aroused in a similar fashion or they can
also be stroked. Either way can bring about an erection," to which mummy
started to touch daddy's penis and I saw it start to grow in size. "Or she
can suckle it too" which mummy then went down on her knees and put her head
down to his penis and put it partly inside of her mouth taking it out and
wrapping her tongue around it.

She continued to suckle daddy's penis and I saw it grow quite
substantially. Daddy was starting to groan a bit and I thought seemed
disappointed when mummy stopped suckling him. "If daddy will lie down on
the bed, perhaps he'll allow you to try it too Christie" mummy said to me.

"I'd prefer that you showed Christie how to do it to me Honey" daddy said
to mummy, which had her saying to at least let Christie learn about this,
and that she'd finish him off later on. I carefully got up onto the bed and
crawled over so that my head was close to his now quite large penis.

"Christie, notice how big you daddy's penis has gotten" mummy said to
me. "Now don't you try to suckle to much of him sweetie, just put your
mouth over the tip of him and suckle" she advised me, which I commenced to
do.

I carefully started to slowly suck him and felt him start to thrust inside
of my mouth, which I assumed meant that he wanted me to try to suckle more
of him, so I forced my mouth to take more of his penis, feeling fluids drip
from him and forcing me to swallow them.

As I got more use to his rhythm, I felt his hands touch me behind my head
and start to force my mouth further onto him, making my start to struggle
against him. "Breathe through your nose Christie, through your nose
sweetie" Cathy called out to me, while unknown to me she was gently
masturbating mummy at the same time.

Daddy meanwhile, was starting to pant very loudly as well as forcefully
pushing my head further down onto his penis, all the while telling me to
try to relax my throat, while I reflexively tried to gag at the same time.

Mummy's voice called out to Daddy to stop it in a rather loud and excited
tone, to which I felt daddy pull my head back off of his penis, with an
anguished cry, before mummy hurriedly climbed back onto the bed and rolling
onto her back dragged daddy on top of her.

"Now watch where daddy puts his penis and what he does with it," Cathy told
me as she pushed my head close to my mummy's parted legs. I then saw daddy
push his big think penis into mummy's tiny vagina hole with a groan, while
mummy screamed out a naughty word and they started to both move up and down
at the same time, mummy moaning and whimpering, while my daddy thrust into
her harder and faster. I also noticed Cathy moving her fingers up and down
inside of her own vagina, moaning and panting loudly at the same time.

As I watch daddy thrust into mummy's vagina even harder and quicker, I
heard mummy start a long shrill moan as she wrapped her legs around daddy
and I heard them screaming out at one another as they went up and down on
the bed in a frantic thrusting tangle of arms, legs and torsos, before I
heard mummy screaming out that she was cuming and daddy thrust hard into
her and stayed that way, moaning and gasping for air, as they seemed to
finally slow down their frantic thrusting.

They were both excitedly panting and gasping for air, sweat covering their
faces and body, both happily thanking the other for being so fantastic,
when I heard Cathy say loud enough for all of us to hear, "And THAT Cathy,
is how the male and female of the species make babies, Honey. I DO hope
you'll remember how to do it, for when you have the chance to try it for
yourself" she told us/me humorously.

"Christie, mummy and daddy are too tired to tell you anymore at the moment,
so I'll finish off your biology lesson for today. Once Daddy rolls off
mummy" Cathy continued, "I want you to look at mummy's well stretched
vagina and tell me what you can see in there."

Which as daddy rolled off mummy, I quickly dashed over to her side of the
bed and saw between her gaping legs a lot of white liquid fluid, starting
to dribble out of her vaginal orifice. "That's male sperm leaking from out
of mummy's vagina Christie" Cathy informed me. "Some men will actually have
the courtesy to clean up their partner after sex, but most men don't, so if
you do end up having sex one day, be prepared to clean yourself up
afterwards!" she humorously told me.

As mummy started to ease herself up onto the pillows properly, stretching
out languidly still in a stupor of sorts, she said to me through her
exhaustion "Christie, I hope that watching mummy and daddy make love won't
ruin you emotionally for the rest of her life."

"But making love is an emotionally uplifting experience Christie, to be
enjoyed wherever and whenever possible, but that a good hard thrusting fuck
like you've just watched your old mummy and daddy have was just too fucking
good for words to describe!"

"Now to end off this special lesson we've given you, I want you to gently
lick mummy's vagina for a moment so you can taste for yourself what male
sperm actually taste's like."

So I carefully crawled onto the bed close to her vagina and gingerly
touched the fluid with my tongue to taste what it was like and then mummy
held my head firmly upto her leaking vagina and held it there while I
lapped at the fluids, trying not to choke on the volume flowing out into my
mouth before I watched her grab my head and move it over next to daddy's
penis and she told me to clean him up too, which as I didn't mind mummy's
taste I happily agreed to do.

"Good girl Christie," daddy quietly told me, as he carefully slid off the
bed and slowly walked towards the ensuite door. Mummy was still quietly
lying down on the bed before advising both her sister and myself that the
2nd part of my biology 101 would commence in about 30 minutes or so,
dependent on whether daddy was still horny or not, as she sighed
contentedly and conspiringly smiled at me, while I could still taste
daddy's sperm mixed up with Mummy's vaginal smegma on my taste buds.