Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2019 12:25:14 +0000
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Dylan's Rat Bike

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Dylan's rat bike.

This story continues from Pornographer's laptop.

After Dylan's issues which arose owing to his namesake being plastered all
over the internet on gay pornographic story sites which took a number of
government departments to finally sort out. Peace returned to their
community until I received a call from Ellen Masters who is a widowed
single mum to pop over and sort out her son's latest escapades. The poor
woman was literally in hysterics pleading with me to give him some proper
guidance on motorcycle ownership. I thought to myself.

`Jesus bloody wept, the kid's not even old enough to take out a moped
licence yet.' I said. "I'll be over right away,"

"Tom, you're such an angel, I love you, Dylan's like the cat which has
dragged something in, he's only gone and brought in some old motorcycle
which the pikies have probably dumped in the lane."

"And has he tried riding it?"

"No, thank god, he tells me it won't start."

"That's a good sign, at least he won't be caught riding it, or possibly
worse."

I arrived to see Dylan in the garage with a very decrepit 40 year old Honda
CG125 6 volt model from the 1970's with missing headlight, torn seat,
rusted mudguards, missing chain guards, blown exhaust, bald tyres plus a
whole host of other issues but the number one glaringly obvious issue was a
PG9-prohibition notice attached to the fuel tank issued by the police
effectively banning this machine from UK roads unless it is presented and
passes a full MOT test. The 40 year old MOT exemption rule certainly won't
apply to this machine, only thereafter once it has crossed this hurdle.

I said. "Dylan, you've distressed your mother by bringing home a piece of
shit which the cops have effectively banned off the road, why, in heaven's
name why?"

"All my friends are now riding scooters but I won't be 16 for two months
yet, so I found this old bike for something to fix up, I've been told that
it no longer needs tax and MOT."

"Dylan, that is partially true, yes, you don't have to pay road tax or pass
an MOT but it still has to have its registration renewed every year the
same as re-taxing a vehicle which in your case is free and that bike has to
pass an MOT test to be allowed back on the road, the cops have seen to
that, besides, your mum will buy you a scooter when the time comes anyway."

"Cunts!"

"Dylan, this is the real world son, they're only doing their job, every
vehicle on our roads has to be legal, have insurance, be registered and
have a current MOT certificate plus whoever's driving it must hold a
driving licence, drive safely and not break any traffic laws."

Ellen brought out the mugs of British Airways coffee whitened with her
breast milk and sweetened with honey with a platter of biscuits when I
said.

"These old Honda singles are the most reliable bikes they've made, their
engines can go round the clock, they can run on the shittiest fuel and
they're built like a tank. You're best bet is for your son and I to take
this old crate apart and fix her up with a load of new or decent parts,
most of which will have to be aftermarket now of which some will have to be
ordered from the far east as a lot of genuine parts are now discontinued, a
decent paint job, tyres, cables, bearings, overhaul the motor, new exhaust,
battery sort out the wiring &c and she'll be as good as gold for when he
turns 17. His saving grace is it will be cheap to insure, tax and MOT
exempt. It will only require one MOT test to be allowed back on the road so
how does that sound young man.?

"Brilliant, let's do it."

"Meanwhile we need to think in terms of applying for your moped licence and
finding something suitable for you to ride,"

"I like your plan Stan."

When the Honda dealer closed, I kept copies of the Hi-level book from a
major aftermarket parts supplier with some parts microfiche whilst Vivian
has the entire sets of microfiche at his house, a necessity as he operates
a classic motorcycle spare parts supply business from home whilst I have an
ex MOD folding Microfax microfiche viewer which is fitted into an
attaché case.

I ordered a Honda CG125 K1 microfiche off ebay with good condition used
hard copies of the spare parts book and workshop manual for Dylan to read
and study plus I bought him a large A5 Filofax personal organizer which he
soon filled with numerous parts suppliers, breakers yards, small
engineering shops &c &c copied from my own personal organizer so within
days he was able to conduct parts searches on his own although, like an
inquisitive child he was always asking me a lot of questions.

We began stripping out the entire machine and bagging up the parts into
large storage bins, I found he became very methodical at this, so much so
that had the Honda dealer still been operating, he would have been snapped
up in a jiffy and packed off to Honda UK's parts manager training scheme
which is something I felt Vivian certainly had the competence to deliver as
a course.

On the whole the bike was still structurally sound and the frame was still
solid, the only two issues were the threaded square bosses where the seat
bolts screwed into were stripped, an easy fix with helicoil, the main issue
was severely worn stand pin bosses in the frame.

A lot of back street repairers welded washers in place to take up the slack
back in the day but it was Jack, a motorcycle mechanic from the next town
who had a brilliant solution for these small capacity Honda frames which
entailed reaming out the frame bosses with his well used three quarter inch
reamer, then press fitting two used Triumph pre-unit timing cover bushes in
place, trimmed to length and finally reamed out to the fit of a new stand
pin. I thought this was a particularly clever method of repair which
outlasted the old welding washers' bodge repair many times over which was
adopted by the local Honda dealer and led to them repairing frames from all
over the country sent there by restorers so I discussed this repair plan
with Dylan who called us really clever bastards.

There were times we all felt a need to get away from it all and thankfully
our salvation came in the form of `The Lynch' an island on the River Thames
at Shiplake within sight of the famous Shiplake church on top of the hill
which holds many treasured memories of raunchy weekends with the most
wonderful teens back then when we thankfully returned to spent our first
weekend on the island which we shared with a group of teens from a school
group which ended up as an orgy of sex with all of them and even though
Rick's now into his seventies, he can still shag the arses of teens just
like a teen himself filling them with the finest vintage cum from his eight
inches of vintage man sized cock plus he has his venerable old 70 foot
canal barge moored there during the summer months named `Countess of
Clewer' after John, a fourteen year old boy who swam with me in the Windsor
club's river swims in 1966 wrote that name onto his old tub with a piece of
chalk to the merriment of swimmers and club officials watching on whilst
John was chased all over the clubhouse grounds. John left for Australia in
the 1960's to escape his abusive father by stowing away on an
airliner. Thankfully a kind family took care of him through his teenage
years ensuring he received a good education followed by a university degree
in aeronautical engineering to become a chief engineer at the Qantas
engineering facility at Avalon, Victoria until its recent closure. His sons
have a motorcycle restoration business near the RAAF museum at Point Cook.

Now we were packing our outdoor kit for another visit to the island, this
time joined by Jim and Pete, two more of Dylan's school friends who I
ensured were well kitted out during the week and they both swore we're
living the lives of doomsday preppers on the island, what with sleeping in
a large communal shelter constructed from British army basha shelter sheets
with a camouflage net draped over it.

Before the island, the four boys wouldn't even hear of swimming in speedos
in their wildest dreams let alone skinnydipping and now we've got them
converted to both with the added bonus of more of their number ditching
their swim shorts for speedos as well as Vivian now selling his see through
school uniform items to their school as a new customer only this time all
four boys are wearing see through white nylon trousers with white see
through short sleeve blouse shirts with red see through underwired uplift
bras, red speedos, black stockings held up with black six clip suspender
belts whereas Dylan & his mum are identically dressed wearing sheer white
nylon sleeveless tops showing off their red see through underwired bras
giving an obscenely uplift to their breasts with the most amazing huge
nipple pokies and see through black high leg low rise micro skirts showing
off their suspender belt straps holding up their seamed fully fashioned
nylon stockings with Dylan wearing his red cocksock briefs with his huge
nylon encased pole dangling halfway down his stockinged thighs.

It was thanks to Dylanne's visit that day when she gave him the first of
her sensual ASMR massages that he certainly took notice of her huge
dangling nylon sheathed cock dangling halfway down her thighs. No sooner
had she finished her massage, he was straight on the phone to Vivian
ordering several pairs of nylon cocksock briefs in various colours and now
he's joined the growing numbers of trannies, hermaphrodites and well hung
cross dressers who walk around with their dangling nylon sheathed cocks
openly on public display.

Vivian has also started selling the famed Australian made Eyeline nylon
swim briefs in the USA when it was discovered that teens sagging their
pants were able to avoid the 500 dollar fines by openly wearing swim briefs
which are classed as an outdoor garment and just like the visitation of a
biblical plague, thousands of teens in the USA are now sagging their pants
openly displaying their skimpy swim briefs in public and local law
enforcement are powerless to stop them. Vivian tells me that the swim
briefs have to prominently display both the maker's logo and the tie cord
which seems to be how all the teens are getting away with it over there
thereby fuelling customer orders from Eyeline Australia for their nylon
line of swim briefs now sporting an embroidered logo with a white tie cord.

Roberta completed setting up the old school Acer laptop and for an old
machine it was working really well, considering that Rick has over half a
mile of military D10 telephone cable running direct to the college's
switchboard extension which is connected to his wireless router and his
land line phone on board the countess and still working more than 10 years
later.

Dylan set to work compiling his shopping list from the Hi-level book onto
his large A4 sized folder and one of the items he wrote down was a pair of
main bearings. I spotted this straight away pointing out to him that the
left hand bearing from Honda would cost him £50 to his door plus another
£30 for the opposite side. I said to him.

"Dylan, please be bloody careful who you're ordering parts from, Vivian
just happens to be the top Honda spare parts manager in the country so
please do not insult his intelligence. Please do a search for 2 of either
Koyo, NSK, Nachi or NTN 63/28 C3 clearance motorcycle bearings measuring 28
x 68 x 18 mm from a bearing supplier on ebay and I guarantee you will pick
up a pair for £16 to your door."

"Cunts, I hate people who try and rip off bikers."

"And so you should. Fixing up a bike does cost money but in your case the
end result is worth it, especially if you've saved a load of money into the
bargain plus your bike will be worth some real dosh and give you pride of
ownership."

It didn't take us long to see Dylan using that laptop purely for doing
parts searches and ordering parts. It was early days yet and he's bound to
ask questions whilst going through a learning curve. To think that just
days ago he didn't know one end of a bike from another and now he's already
using a major aftermarket parts supplier's catalogue, he's definitely not
just a pretty face, especially with his Harry Potter styled round lens
spectacles showing his tooth braced white smile.

It was his face with those spectacles which certainly pushed all Roberta's
buttons now that she was stripped right down to wearing a see through black
nylon vest with red nylon Eyeline swim briefs with a red see through
underwired uplift bra obscenely holding out her voluminous C cup breasts
with her huge nipples, a black six strap suspender belt holding up a pair
of sheer black fully fashioned nylon stockings and they are both male
hermaphrodites which her feminine curves conceal well as testament to those
countless hours spent on her Noogleberry with natural hormone supplements
making her a spunker, gusher and a milker to boot. Rob had certainly come a
long way during those last ten years and even as a 16 year old, he was
truly stunning then and now the pair of them was going to Rick's double bed
situated in the front room of the countess for a truly raunchy session.

Male hermaphrodites are indeed an exceptionally rare breed of which both
Dylan and Roberta are the exact embodiment of having both fully functioning
male and female sex organs and breasts onto an otherwise male physique,
many of who commence hormone therapy to convert their body shapes into a
more feminine shape which is the path Roberta took whereas Dylanne's father
started off transitioning from male to female, initially into a she-male
before undergoing pioneering reassignment/transplant surgery to become a
female hermaphrodite capable of impregnating herself and bearing a child.

They both lovingly stripped each other totally naked whilst also kissing
and caressing each other passionately as Roberta's huge 12 inch Red Bull
can sized monster cock copiously dripped her pre-cum love juices onto the
floor in far larger quantities than from Dylan's nine inches of prime teen
boy meat owing to his regular sessions with his vacuum cock developer with
breast milk oozing out from both their nipples as though their breasts were
hard wired to deliver a small amount of breast milk for each of them to
offer their partners a taste of themselves as perhaps some form of
courtship ritual lost in the annals of time itself with possible origins
from Mount Olympus?.

Despite more than 10 years difference in their ages, their attraction for
each other was the strongest yet experienced with their extended foreplay
building up until Roberta's huge pole finally entered Dylan's tight fitting
leaking pussy giving him the most amazing feelings of fullness and exciting
his secret love button inside as he straddled her in a cowgirl position
which was his best position to take such a large monster up his snatch
whilst also sensing those lovely feelings inside his breasts as his let
down built up to almost orgasmic levels, aided by taking his regular
supplements with twice daily sessions on his Noogleberry breast and nipple
pump growing his thimble sized nipples out to over an inch long whilst also
enhancing his pointed budding breasts and growing out his glandular tissues
to accommodate his increased milk supply which can now supply a beaker full
of milk from each breast, all of which has only taken just a few weeks
since I first met him and whilst riding her huge pole his warm breast milk
now runs down his chest just as his huge cock was building up to shoot off
another huge load in several long squirts like a fire hose when his
simultaneous orgasms hit him like a thunderbolt when he began seeing stars
whilst screaming out in ecstacy as his snatch rapidly filled up with her
huge gushes of spunk from her monster cock just before he collapsed onto
her in a highly satisfying very sleepy afterglow to wake up finding his
friends taking turns in nursing off his breasts in pairs and sucking out
any remaining spunk left inside his cock before pairing up and thrusting
their cocks inside both his snatch and rear hole leaving him very
thoroughly sated and ready for an early night in bed.

With the school holidays having finally arrived, Dylan had finally
completed year 10 at his school to start year 11 in September when he turns
16 during the first week of term. Dylan chose a Chinese made copy of the
Honda SS50 moped in the black and chrome colour scheme of a 1960's Honda
S90 which is one of their limited edition models which certainly had an old
timer look and closely resembled the original model which proved to be a
wise choice for him.

All I could do was take him to a quiet corner of the local airfield in the
pickup and teach him to ride it, thankfully, like the original machine it's
derived from, it's a very forgiving machine to ride despite being
restricted to 30 mph.

Summer holidays also brought with it longer stays on the island plus the
college was fully booked on their summer courses. It was also the peak time
for those wishing to camp out on the island which had become a summer
season camp site in its own right. It was also a popular mooring for
pleasure boats and generations of local kids have also camped here and swam
in the river.

Bringing the teens here certainly gave them a break from their local town
and it was nice to see their camp craft skills improving which gave them an
excellent grounding for when they would be doing their Duke of Edinburgh
awards with their local secondary school.

I was glad they were all good swimmers so a nice word with the duty manager
of their local leisure centre would see them loaded onto a National Pool
Lifeguard course for their service section and be a real feather in their
hats which could land them part time jobs there and start them on the road
to earning independence bearing in mind they're also studying hard for
their exams.

I had already re-bushed the frame's centre stand pin bosses with bronze
Triumph timing cover bushes, this required reaming out the frame bosses to
accept the bushes and the fitted bushes reamed out to the fit of the centre
stand pin.  All the black painted parts had been powder coated and the fuel
tank sent off to the paint shop. I totally stripped the engine right down
to its bare castings which were then sent away for vapour blasting. The box
of spare parts seemed to be accumulating more by the day and Dylan was
waiting for a pair of side panels and a headlight to arrive from Thailand,
it looked for all the world as though he was having to order a lot of parts
from south east Asia which has totally disappeared from the European Honda
parts inventories so in a way we were glad of the time needed for his
project.

We were lucky in many ways as Vivian has a penchant for American muscle
cars having brought over a few for resale although he still has his 1968
Ford Mustang in Highland green with its 390 cubic inch V8 engine but it was
during a previous purchase of a Plymouth Barracuda from a storage locker
auction that he also struck gold on winning another storage locker auction
which contained an entire motorcycle workshop with a few historic Japanese
motorcycles which all wanted restoring which kitted out his large garage
into a fully functioning motorcycle workshop and it was here that I rebuilt
his motorcycle's crankshaft, re-machined its cylinder and overhauled its
cylinder head, the rest of the engine was re-built in my garage and yet we
still had a long way to go.

I took them to a thickly wooded copse located right in the middle of a
farmer's field to give them an experience of wild camping, unlike the
island this was private property and if we were detected the landowner
would be quite within his rights to make us pack up and escort us off and
to this end we would not be lighting any fires and our shelter sheet bashas
would also be well camouflaged.

I had checked out these woods previously and they were ideal for our
purpose. Ellen, Dylan, his four classmates and I all wore camouflage gear
and carried everything we needed in our rucksacks. We crossed the field out
of view from the farmhouse after arriving in the school's minibus driven by
Vivian and set up camp sleeping two to a low profile British army basha
camouflaged with camouflage netting whereas I would be sleeping with both
Dylan and Ellen. Food was British army 24 hour ration packs and we had
plenty of water although there was a nearby stream which would provide us
with more although we would have to take the precaution of boiling and
treating it with the puritabs from the ration packs and for this purpose I
brought along my wood gas stove which burns any fuel found lying around
thus saving our precious fire dragon fuel blocks for cooking our rations on
our British army mess tins and we soon knuckled down to cooking our main
evening boil in the bag meals.

Unlike the earlier hexamine cookers, the BCB Fire dragon cookers are of
similar construction and burn with a blue flame without the smells
associated with burning hexamine or esbit fuel tablets burning either
ethanol gel fuel tablets or in gel form.

We were glad to finish our evening meals and clean up before the light
finally went as once night fell, it was pitch black in the woods with only
a gentle rustle of a breeze through the trees and our sleeping arrangements
worked out fine having previously chosen our sexual partners for the night.

The four boys were truly hot blooded teens who during the thankfully warm
night had sucked off each other and filled their rear holes with prime teen
boy spunk whereas both Ellen and I nursed off Dylan's breasts before he
plowed his huge cock into Ellen's snatch whilst my cock was plowing into
her rear hole. After shooting off our spunk into her we nursed from her
breasts before swapping round and firing our second loads into her and
Dylan now plowing his huge cock into my rear hole and filling me right
up. OMG, that boy must be a living spunk factory as he always seems to have
several huge loads on tap plus with his supplement and Noogleberry sessions
there's no doubt he will be sporting large breasts by the time he returns
to school to commence his year 11.

We slept soundly throughout the night with only the gentle rustle of a
breeze through the trees in pitch black darkness although there were times
we heard small animals scurrying around. We woke the following morning
which must have been light for at least two hours, packed away our kit and
cooked proper breakfasts. One of the boys had brought along a can of bacon
grill which he cut into slices and fried in oil on his BCB Fire dragon
cooker whilst boiling two eggs in his US army canteen mug sitting on top of
its canteen stove with a brass Highlander alcohol stove tucked inside. I
thought that was indeed a nice little set up which was also a cheap buy.

Once fed and watered, we crossed the field to the waiting minibus and then
our homes in the euphoria of a nice night out in the woods.

GCHQ, Cheltenham, England.

Roberta felt defeated by Richard Holder having checked and double checked
his emails repeatedly and by this stage she had practically read through
his entire inventory of uploaded stories when it got to the point that her
boss was telling her there's far more important cases about to land on her
desk when she decided to take her last throw of the dice.

With Dylan now being the registered owner of a Tokyo Spider laptop she
spent the morning uploading the entire Dick Holder rolls held at GCHQ onto
a storage device which if caught would cost her her job and see her charged
with spying.

Meanwhile Dylan prepared the package and his letter of instruction to that
company's security department who would load the device onto their
mainframe which would seek out anything GCHQ may have missed and do a
search on every pornographic literature site for his name. Her last job was
to take a series of photos of him and load those onto the storage device
for them to search every porn video site looking for his photo shopped self
performing sex in these videos. This is a discreet service provided to
their customers free of charge and a few days later a Japan Air Lines hand
carry onboard courier called at Dylan's house to collect the package with
instructions to personally deliver the package. All Roberta could do now
was wait.

Dylan showered and changed into his set of raunchy teenage girl's see
through clothes sporting his red cocksock briefs and see through red
underwired bra giving his breasts an obscenely pointed uplift, they had
enlarged by a cup size with inch sized nipples just over an inch long
seriously tenting out his bra and see through white nylon mesh sleeveless
top. He wore a see through black nylon micro skirt perfectly showing his
red cocksock briefs and his six strap suspender belt holding up a pair of
sheer black fully fashioned stockings with flat soled schoolgirl shoes as
he would be walking on rough ground.

Ellen spent ages combing out his lengthy blond flowing mane and applied
make up with eye shadow and lipstick before leaving the house carrying his
black crocodile skin handbag sexily smoking a joint as Vivian collected him
in his 1968 390 cubic inch Highland Green Ford Mustang to drive him to a
nearby dogging site situated beside woods.

Having arrived, they got out of the car, walked across the car park over a
bridge into the woods proper then followed a narrow track about a quarter
of a mile into a copse seeing an identically sexily dressed Vicky sat on a
folding chair left there by someone with a heavy duty dustbin bag tied to
the wooden fence beside her sexily smoking a joint when she got up and
embraced Dylan inhaling from her joint and exhaling the smoke into Dylan's
mouth in exchange. Both their huge cocks became rock hard whilst they
openly kissed and caressed each other whilst Vivian set up his go-pro to
video their performance.

They both unclipped their suspender belts and dropped their cocksock briefs
as their fully hard cocks began dripping their pre-cum love juices onto the
ground as Dylan's snatch profusely moistened and started leaking in
readiness to accept Vicky's huge invading pole.

She pushed her throbbing pole in slowly giving Dylan unbelievable feelings
of fullness with sensations of love coursing right through his body when
his breasts began leaking through both his bra and sleeveless top then
trickling down his chest, Vicky saw this and began scooping up his
delicious life sustaining elixir savouring its sweet heavily hormone laced
taste which made her already huge cock expand filling Dylan's snatch right
up whilst sensing hot gobs of pre-cum flowing into him when she began
plowing slowly into him holding his hips and passionately kissing each
other when Dylan's snatch exploded with his first gushing orgasm followed
by his cock squirting off his first load like a fire hose.

Vivian's cock was fully hard during the filming filling up his vintage
styled bottle green nylon replica schoolgirl netball knickers with his
pre-cum love juices. He wore a navy blue ultra short see through nylon copy
of a netball skirt with his white nylon see through blouse shirt with white
nylon over the knee socks, schoolgirl sports shoes and a blond wig sporting
Harry Potter spectacles with plain flat lenses and when his turn came for
sex, all he would have to do is hike up his skirt and drop his kickers with
Vicky now taking his hugely fat pole in her rear pussy hole whilst bent
over supporting herself with her arms on the fence.

Despite his age, Vivian was still a very fit person slowly pounding his
cock into Vicky and like a teenager he shot his bolt inside her within a
couple of minutes filling her tight rear pussy with fine mature spunk, when
he pulled out just like uncorking a bottle, a huge load of spunk mixed with
arse juices ran out of Vicky's hole which was very quickly plugged up as
Dylan pushed his huge nine inch pole inside her already lubed hole as his
breasts began leaking their life sustaining elixir through both his bra and
blouse forming huge transparent wet spots with his huge leaking nipples in
plain view which ran down his chest leaving wet trails as he slowly plowed
his huge throbbing leaking pole into the loudly moaning teenage she-male
during which her snatch gushed out torrents of her juices three times
before he finally filled her bowels to overflowing with another huge hot
load as Vicky screamed in ecstacy with her cock shooting off another load
all by itself as her clenching rear hole added to Dylan's torturously
intense simultaneous orgasms.

Having cleaned all the spunk off themselves with tissues, Vivian set them
alight and finally stamped the ashes into the ground. Vicky rode away on
her mountain bike taking it home then walked to a nearby spot for Vivian to
collect her in his Ford Mustang then drove to a nearby Matalan store to
look at their well stocked lingerie section which is also a meeting place
for hook ups.

Having these two raunchily dressed teens with dangling nylon sheathed cocks
walk through the store certainly caught the eyes of a number of nearby men
looking for sex. Vicky was eying up a pair of tiny black Lycra boy shorts
to wear on her bike when a blond haired man in his early 20's clasped his
hand round her huge dangling cock which got hard in seconds whispering into
her ear.

"I love your choice in underwear especially your choice of clothes," he
passed her a card saying. "Call me whenever you want a good time."

Dylan was at another aisle looking at swimsuits when a sheer white string
bikini outfit caught his eye as he felt a hand sensually stroking his
bottom through the nylon of his cocksock briefs before grasping his
hardening cock which began leaking gobs of pre-cum through the nylon and
dripping onto the floor as well as his snatch wetting his cocksock briefs
with leaking pussy juices when he caught a wiff of the scents. Dylan's huge
nipples erected like small fat cocks and began leaking breast milk soaking
those areas of both his bra and sleeveless top as well as trickling down
his chest when he was led away to the toilets.

Once inside the cubicle, the man lifted off his sleeveless top, unclipped
his bra and began nursing off Dylan's breasts humming and mewling in
satisfaction as his heavily hormone laced life sustaining elixir flowed
into his mouth. His rock hard cock twitching and profusely leaking into his
pink nylon panties under his white linen summer trousers rapidly building
up to a huge load of spunk flooding into his underwear before he could
unzip his flies and take his cock out forming an enormous wet patch which
extended down his right thigh.

The appearance of Dylan's huge rock hard pole fuelled his lust and he
wanted that thing inside his rear pussy hole PDQ as he passed him a small
tin of lube.

After lubing his monster nine inch 15 year old cock and the man's rear
hole, Dylan slowly pushed his huge pole inside whilst holding him by the
hips and, as demanded of him, he pounded the hell out of his rear pussy
hole taking less than a minute for another volley of spunk to come flying
out of the man's cock spraying everywhere, it was his wildly clenching hole
which brought on Dylan's highly intense simultaneous orgasms with his
monster load of teen boy spunk flooding his bowels and leaking back out
past his cock as torrents of female cum cascaded from his snatch together
with his clear squirting fluids with jets of breast milk squirting from his
huge nipples leaving him so thoroughly drained and exhausted that he had to
sit down on the toilet to recover. Obviously this wasn't helped by having
all night sex with his mum in his heavily cum stained bed.

Vicky too certainly had a highly exciting session with his partner. He too
wore sheer white linen summer trousers under which he wore a pair of bright
red nylon panties with a black six string suspender belt holding up a pair
of sheer black fully fashioned seamed stockings, all which was perfectly
visible through the trousers. He wore a sheer white short sleeve oversized
schoolboy's shirt perfectly showing off his see through bright red
underwired bra giving an obscene uplift to his man boob B cup sized breasts
topped with hugely long nipples giving him obscenely outstanding nipple
pokies with a two tone striped school tie.

He led Vicky to the toilets and once inside the cubicle he sensually
stripped her naked as his rock hard 10 inches of red bull can sized man's
meat erected under his silky nylon panties which barely contained his huge
pole and by the time he dropped his trousers, unclipped the suspender belt
straps and dropped his panties, the huge bulbous head of his monster cock
was already coated with his pre-cum love juices. He took out his tube of KY
jelly from his pocket, lubed up Vicky's rear pussy hole and his huge pole
then slowly pushed it right into his balls into the tight teenage
she-male's rear pussy hole then slowly plowed into her. Vicky's wildly
twitching cock began dripping loads of pre-cum love juices with every
stroke of his huge pole doing the most amazing things to her secret love
button whilst giving her the most amazing feelings of fullness when her
orgasm built up to a crescendo as her cock blasted out at least a dozen
huge ropes of spunk like a fire hose which flew everywhere, aided by her
wildly clenching rear pussy hole triggering the man to unload a monstrous
load of hot spunk into her bowels but she also felt something else, it was
those lovely feelings inside her breasts and her nipples were already rock
hard when drips of breast milk appeared at the tips making her day. She had
worked hard taking supplements and spending time on her Noogleberry as well
as listening to a CD playing binaural beats &c which paid off as her
breasts had now started making their first milk. To her, it was the
culmination of weeks of sessions which arrived just like a birthday gift.

After they left with their contacts cards in their handbags, they left the
store and sat down near Vivian's Ford Mustang waiting for him to come out,
doubtless he was also having sex with someone in the store so they rolled
up and lit their joints savouring the mild effects as they inhaled the
smoke of burning weed as their nylon sheathed cocks dripped the last of
their after leakage onto the car park.


To be continued.