Date: Wed, 07 Mar 2001 14:24:08 -0000 From: Anna Nobust Subject: Davy and the Dogs C H A P T E R 1 DAVY AND THE DOGS Well I'd promised Ted I'd look after his dog while he and his wife were away on holiday and so I suppose it served me right standing in the middle of a field making a complete fool of myself shouting "Beth, come here Beth" at the top of my voice while my charge, the world's most scruffy mongrel, took absolutely no notice and continued to run even further away playing with a spaniel she had just met. It was only when I stopped shouting that I could hear the spaniel's owner was equally as unsuccessful at trying to attract his dog's attention. "Jupiter. Come here you little..." his voice trailed off presumably not wishing for the whole world to hear his feelings on the matter. I joined him, he was a youngster, fairly short, about five foot four, blonde, very slim and for someone of his age very good looking. "Hi" I said by way of introduction. "They've got a mind of their own haven't they, say what you want and they do just as they like." "Hello" he replied. "He's always like this with me, I only walk him for a bit of extra pocket money, he belongs to my next door neighbour and I'm beginning to wonder if it's worth it." "Let's let them get on with it." I said "They'll soon tire themselves out and come back when they're good and ready." and so that is how I first met Davy. We sat down on the grass and started first of all talking about dogs but soon the conversation went on to other things and I found out David, or Davy as he was always called, was fifteen, went to the comprehensive school in the nearby town, was very interested in computers and he and his sister lived with their Grandma as their parents had been killed in a car accident about a year ago. Jenny, his sister was eighteen and worked at a local chemists shop. The main thing that upset Davy was the lack of computers at his school as he could only get a small amount of time on them. I told Davy that my name was Ralph, I was in my thirties, I lived alone in a rambling old house, I worked from home as a consultant who basically put contacts I had in the middle east in touch with manufacturers in this country for the supply of various goods. I had a computer I did all my paperwork and accounts on and that he was more than welcome to come round any evening to use it as it was always idle then. It turned out that Davy and I were practically neighbours, my old house was right in the country and so was his Grandma's place. Although the two houses were about a mile apart there were probably only four or five other houses between us. So it was settled, Davy would come round the following evening and use my computer to gain the practical experience he needed but couldn't get at school. He arrived at about six and I showed him into the office, we started the computer up and loaded a project of his onto it. I showed him a few basics as he wasn't familiar with my machine and as he seemed to pick it up so easily I left him to it and went get us both a Coke. At nine o'clock he said it was time for him to go as his Grandma might be getting worried, so he mounted his push bike and I waved good-bye to him as he pedalled out of my drive. Davy and I followed this routine two or three times a week, he would arrive at about six, use my computer, we would drink a Coke or two and occasionally I would make us both a meal. We were becoming firm friends and I thought it would carry on like this until one day in early September which would change both Davy's and my lives completely. As usual Davy arrived at about six but he had been caught in a downpour as he cycled over and was completely soaked. "You had better get out of those wet things." I said, "Have a shower and borrow my dressing gown whilst I get them dry for you. I gave Davy my dressing gown and he went into the bathroom. "Just pass your clothes out when you're ready." I said, "I'll put then in front of the boiler." Two minutes later out came his clothes, they were completely jumbled up, he had obviously taken his shirt and jumper off together as the shirt was completely inside the jumper and he had done the same with his trousers and pants. I went into the kitchen and started to untangle the wet mess. I hung his shirt and jumper up but when I retrieved his pants from his trousers I was amazed, they were little pink, lacy girls panties!!! I hung his trousers over the clothes horse and then examined the panties. They were very definitely made for a girl, they were nearly transparent nylon, a gentle shade of pastel pink with delicate black lace set into the sides and around the legs. I found I was getting quite excited thinking of Davy's little bottom and cock being encased in them. I have never really known where my real sexual tastes lie, I am just as happy in bed with men and women but I had never even thought of Davy in a sexual way as he was so young. I hung the panties in a prominent place right at the front of the clothes horse and waited for Davy to come out of the bathroom. He surfaced in ten minutes or so and I told him I had hung all his clothes up in the kitchen, perhaps he should check them. I followed him into the kitchen and he saw the panties in their prominent position. He coloured up and turned and looked at me. "Oh dear" he exclaimed "I forgot I had those on, now you know my little secret." "Where did you get them?" I blurted out "Do you always wear girlie panties? Do you feel good in them? Can I see you in them?" I didn't mean to ask the last question, it just came out and I felt ashamed of myself, Davy was only fifteen after all. Davy went very quiet and didn't seem to want to look at me. "I pinched them from Jenny, I saw them in the washing and fancied them." he almost whispered "I forgot I had them on, sorry." "No need to be sorry Davy." I said, "I don't mind you wearing panties, I think it's very nice if you like them. Why shouldn't you wear them. In fact I don't mind if you want to wear a skirt, blouse and high heels when you come round here if it makes you feel more comfortable, you are very welcome, very, very welcome." The colour came back to his face, he looked at me. "Do you really mean that?" he asked with what can only be described as a pleading look. "I really mean it." I replied, "In fact we can organise getting you some clothes, you can always keep them here." My mind started racing ahead, I was imagining Davy completely dressed as a girl and the thought excited me. I went back into the lounge and got the mail order catalogue I often get things from when I can't be bothered with the crowds in town. "Come in here Davy." I called, "Let's see what we can get you." Davy came into the lounge and sat beside me on the settee, we thumbed through the catalogue together, first I and then he were pointing at various items we thought might be suitable and I said "Let's get some order into this shall we, let's start at the underwear and then look at the outer clothes and then the shoes." and so it was agreed, we spent ages looking at the undies and decided on a cream satin set that was trimmed with brown lace. The set consisted of french knickers, a skimpy suspender belt and a camisole top. (We decided not to get a bra as Davy would have nothing to put in it, but he still fancied the feel of satin against his skin, hence the camisole.) We didn't take so long with the outer clothes but that was mainly because we saw what we wanted almost straight away. The first thing to catch our eye was a smashing polyester satin blouse, it was cream with short sleeves and a low scooped neck line at the front. The buttons were covered in the same material as the blouse and the neck and sleeves were trimmed with a dusky pink piping. The skirt we both liked was in the same dusky pink as the trimming on the blouse, it was a short (only sixteen inches) and pleated with a self colour three inch wide belt that looked as if it would hold Davy's waist in nice and tightly. The shoes were also easy, three inch court shoes were what Davy fancied and I was in full agreement, there were a pair in the catalogue in the same cream as the main colour of the blouse and as Davy only took a size five there was no problem. We measured Davy and found that apart from his waist being a little too big he would fit nicely into a size ten. We decided that the belt on the skirt would be strong enough to "trim" his waist down and would also make him look to have a more girlie figure. We jotted down the catalogue numbers and when I looked at my watch we were both surprised to see it was a quarter to nine, we had been looking at the catalogue for just over two hours. The mail order telephone order line didn't close until nine so I called straight away at ordered everything we had chosen, it was all available from stock and should be delivered within a few days. Davy was obviously very excited and was making plans to come round to try on his new clothes. "You had better think about this evening," I said, "It's nearly nine and time you were on your way." Davy agreed and we went through to the kitchen to see how his clothes were drying. Everything was O.K. to wear and Davy picked up the panties that had started our new adventure. With his back to me he put on the panties underneath the dressing gown and then with a flourish he slipped the gown off and let it drop to the floor. First letting me have a good look at his soft little bottom in his pink panties he slowly turned around and I could see his small prick and balls straining at their thin nylon covering. I was fascinated, the panties suited Davy so very well I couldn't imagine him wearing any other sort of underwear. I felt that old, old feeling in my groin and I knew I was getting an erection, Davy either sensed or could see my excitement and he responded but getting his own erection. His prick started to grow and was pushing at its thin pink covering. I broke the spell before anything we both might have regretted happened. "You'll be late." I almost shouted, "You had better hurry up." I turned and went back into the lounge. Davy must have finished dressing and I heard hill call "Bye, see you in a few days." I heard the back door shut and then the sound of him peddling back home. I thought of Davy in his knickers and then thought of him in his new clothes we had just ordered. I tried to get him out of my mind but the more I tried, the less I succeeded. My cock was rigid and feeling very uncomfortable so in the end I gave in to the inevitable and taking my trousers down and releasing my swollen member from my underpants I started to wank at the recent sight of Davy in his panties and the thoughts of him in his new gear. It didn't take long, after only a few rubs my cock exploded and I shot streams of hot spunk into a tissue I had got ready. I felt as if it was the first true orgasm I had ever had, I was completely spent but had a beautiful warm afterglow in my balls, an feeling I had never really felt before. CHAPTER 2 MEETING DAVINA Davy came round the following Monday evening to see if the "goodies" had turned up. "No Davy, they havn't." I had to tell him, "But it was only last Thursday we ordered them, maybe they'll come tomorrow." I can't come tomorrow." he looked very upset about it, "It's my birthday, I'm sixteen and my Grandma is expecting me to stay in, she says she's going to cook me a special birthday tea." I immediately felt bad, the way I was now thinking of Davy was not as one should think of a sixteen year old but the sight of him in those little pink panties still haunted me, I certainly didn't want to be reminded of just how young he was. "Will I see you on Wednesday then?" I asked "You bet!" he exclaimed, "I'm desperate to get that new gear on. Do you think it will be here by then?" "I hope so." I replied "You're not the only one who can't wait for it to come!" and I confided in him what the sight of him in his knickers had done to me and what I had done about it and how many times I had thought of him since. He looked a little taken aback. "I had no idea you were excited about it too." he said "I thought you were just being nice to me, I'm so glad you really don't mind." "Mind!" I nearly exploded "Do you really have no idea of how good looking you are and how much I fancy you? I look forward to your visits so much and imagining you in the gear we picked out is sometimes more than I can bear." "Oh Ralph!" he said and with that put both his arms around my neck, I felt his lips searching out mine and in the bat of an eye we dropped onto the settee and were exploring each others mouths with our tongues. I felt his hands all over my back exploring and caressing me and mine we doing the same to him as we kissed and kissed. I could feel my groin stiffening and my hands started exploring his crutch. He had a really stiff little member in his trousers and without thinking, and without a thought for his young years I undid his belt, his waist band and his flies. My hand went into his trousers and felt a fairly small but rock hard little cock. I started rubbing it slowly and kissed him harder. He returned my kissing with interest and started to moan. I eased my hand into his underpants and started to slowly rub his bare cock, he stopped kissing me and throwing his head back moaned and cried out for more. I eased his pants and trousers down and getting on my knees in front of him as he lay on the settee I gently placed his rampant prick between my lips. I slowly let his cock enter my willing mouth, I slid my mouth up and down the full length of his shaft. "Arrrrrrrrh!" he cried and his whole body stiffened and arched. His breathing momentarily stopped and then speeded up to a crescendo, I felt the unmistakable jerking of his prick and then tasted that lovely salty taste as he orgasamed deep in my mouth. He seemed to come for ever but I was able to take every drop he gave me and swallowed it all. He sighed and his body went slack, he lay back on the settee and I got off my knees and lay beside him. He put his arm loosely around my shoulder and turning looked at me. "Oh Ralph." he said "That was marvellous, I've wanted you to do that to me for almost as long as I've known you but on Wednesday if my gear has come it will be your turn to lie back and take everything I can give." With that remark he got up, pulled up his pants (ordinary boy's pants tonight) and trousers, did himself up and walked towards the door. He turned, looked at me and said "I'm looking forward to Wednesday even more now." turned round again and left for home. The following morning, after a troubled night's sleep, I got up and tried to put Davy out of my mind. I got on the phone to a contact of mine in Kuwait and tried to do some business, he passed me to another guy and so the day went on. I became very busy and had a lot of phone calls to make. At about three o'clock the door bell went and I found a delivery driver there with the gear Davy and I had ordered. My first reaction was to get it all out, lay it on the bed and imagine Davy wearing it the following evening but I thought of the pleasure Davy would probably derive from opening each parcel so I contented myself with just opening the outer package and checking everything had arrived. It was all there, french knickers, suspenders, camisole, skirt, blouse and shoes. I looked at all the packages and suddenly remembered that we hadn't ordered any stockings. I went back downstairs, out of the house and into the car. I drove into the local town and decided to go to a very exclusive ladies shop where I inferred my wife and I were going out for a very special evening and I wanted the very best black stockings they had. I ended up paying an awful lot of money for a pair of fully fashioned pure silk stockings and with my purchase I drove home full of anticipation for the following night. I didn't have to wait for six o'clock. Davy was round almost as soon as school was over, he came bursting into my house asking if the "goodies" had come. I tried to keep him in suspense asking "What goodies?" and so on but I wanted to see him in his girlie clothes as much as he wanted to wear them. "They're all on the bed upstairs." I said and Davy rushed past me and up the stairs. "I'll wait down here for you." I called after him and tried to get interested in a book but it was totally impossible for me to think of anything but Davy in his new gear. Eventually I went to the bottom of the stairs and I could hear him saying "Great. Oh this is magic. Gorgeous. Oh I feel fantastic" from inside my bedroom. Eventually he called "Are you ready for me?" "You bet." I said "Shall I come up or are you coming down?" "Come up." he replied and I made my way up the stairs. The most beautiful sight ever greeted me when I pushed open the bedroom door, there in front of my full length mirror was a gorgeous young girl dressed most exquisitely in a cream blouse, a dusky pink pleated mini skirt, black stockings and high heel court shoes. Davy looked at me "Hi." he said "I'm Davina, my friends call me Davi spelt with an I, are you with anyone?" "You are fantastic." I blurted out, and trying to keep up the silly patter, "I'm all on my own, are you spoken for?" "I'm yours if you want me." the vision said "And by the look of your trousers you do." It was only then I realised that I was sporting an enormous erection in my trousers. I went up to Davy (sorry Davi) and put my arms around him, he guided me towards the bed and we both fell onto it. "Happy Birthday Davina," I said "I hope you like your present." "I love it all," he replied "I feel so feminine and more comfortable than I've ever felt. And now I'm going to do something I've often thought about but never done before. With that he sat up and with both hands undid my belt, he then released the clip at the top of my trousers and slowly undid the zip. I just lay back and was ready to take anything he was prepared to give. "Lift up you bottom." he demanded and I obliged, he pulled my trousers down and very carefully lifted my pants over my now throbbing erection and pulled them down as well. I sensed rather than felt his lips on the tip of my prick and then the warmth of his mouth as his lips completely encircled the helmet. Slowly and very gently his mouth took more and more of my prick just to release it and take it in again. He was not the world's best cock-sucker by any means but it was the first time he had tried and feeling as I now did about him it was one of the best blow-jobs I had ever received. I just lay back and let him get on with it, I felt my juices building up inside me every time his mouth took me in and released me again. All of a sudden I couldn't keep it in any more and I cried "Davi darling, I'm there, I'm coming." He immediately started to pull me in to his mouth with more urgency and I just exploded. I think I filled that young guy's mouth with more spunk than I've ever ejaculated before and he just kept on taking it. Eventually I was spent and sighing, laid back. He released my prick from his mouth and getting off the bed stood beside it. "Ralph darling." he said "That was magic, I feel just like your girlfriend and that's just what I always want to be." I looked at him, he certainly looked very feminine, I hadn't realised just how much his blonde hair had been growing recently but it was almost long enough to be styled into a girl's fashion. He had tried his best to make it less masculine and had almost succeeded. Seeing him there, dressed as a young lady I suddenly realised just how little it would take for him to pass in public. "Are the clothes O.K.?" I asked "Do the undies fit alright?" "Great." he said "Look." and with that remark he undid the belt of his skirt, reached behind himself and undid the skirt zip. The skirt slipped to the floor and I saw my young lover's beautiful stocking clad legs. His stockings were supported by wafer thin cream and brown lacy suspender straps. The straps disappeared under the legs of his silky french knickers which were drawn tight over an unmistakable erection. "That cock of yours needs seeing to." I said, "Slip those panties down and lie on the bed." He did as he was told and I took my trousers and pants, which were still round my knees, off completely. I went to the bedside drawer and got out a tube of KY Jelly, I unscrewed the top and putting some on my fingers I reached for his cock and gently covered it from top to bottom in the lubricant. I wanked his slippery cock a little and he sighed. Facing him I straddled Davy and squatting lowered my bottom towards his rampant prick. He looked at me "Darling." he whispered, "I'm the girl." "Girls still need orgasms." I replied and lowered my bottom onto the head of his cock. With one hand I spread my cheeks and with the other guided that rock hard cock towards me. I felt the tip of my lover enter me and slowly lowering myself further I felt his complete cock fill me. I worked myself up and down a few times feeling that beautiful young cock sliding in and out of my arse and then I felt it jerk. Davi moaned and thrust his pelvis forward. His cock rammed into me, his balls bashed against my cheeks and he just exploded filling my most intimate part with thick creamy spunk. We lay on the bed together regaining our breath. Davi was the first to move and he leant over and gently kissed me on the lips. "You're right." he said "Girls do like orgasms too but it's time this girl was dressed." He got off the bed and put his panties back on and then his skirt. He retrieved his shoes from where they had been kicked and put them on. He looked at himself in the full length mirror, straightened various parts of his clothes and running his hands down his hips said "It's nice being a girl, I always want to be a girl when I come round here." ??