Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2006 16:56:16 +0000
From: Frank Staples <frankstaples@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 3

Firstly, thanks to everyone who has responded to the first two
chapters. Young Frank's adventures have a growing (sorry) audience and I am
very happy that so many of you are so enthusiastic. I hope this one meets
your exacting standards.

Chapter 3 The aftermath

Frank walked through to the bathroom, his buttocks sliding against each
other with the KY and what was slipping out of his anus. He could feel his
cock swaying as he walked and rubbing against the skirt of his dress. He
was still tingling from the effects of Joe's cock inside him and he felt
very soft and weak as he stood in front of the mirror.

It was a full length mirror and he turned his back to it and bent over,
pulling the skirt up so that he could see himself. His crack and the top of
his thighs were wet and shiny with all the lubrication and cum. He reached
back and held himself apart; he opened easily and at the right angle he
could see right into the opening.

He stood up and, holding the skirt up under his arms, he used a flannel to
clean off the fluids. Then he turned up the front of the dress and cleaned
off the worst of the cum on the inside. He hoped that the rest would be a
dry deposit by the time his mother wanted to wear it again.

Feeling dry and clean he walked through to the bedroom and pulled on his
"string". He immediately felt the sensitiveness of his opening and the
twinges in the head of his cock, as it started to respond. Hitching the
sides of the panties up higher, Frank went downstairs. After all, Joe knew
about him and had said he would not say anything, and there was no reason
to suppose that the other workers would ever see more than the image
through the window; besides he wasn't exactly a sex-bomb as a girl.

He settled in the front room to read his book, legs crossed and enjoying
the feeling of the stockings rubbing against each other. He let the skirt
slip up his thigh and, as usual, he didn't really read much, his mind was
on how he felt in the clothes he had on. Despite the great sex he had had
with Joe, he was getting excited again. When they had all gone he would use
the vibrator and give himself a full working over, with as many orgasms as
he could manage.

About 15 minutes later there was a knock at the door and there was
Joe. Frank found he was breathing erratically. Joe came in with a bunch of
papers and went through to the kitchen. "You need to sign this," he said,
"to say that we were here. I have to go to another job now, but the lads
will finish it off and then do the water test. Just show them where it is
in the attic and they will watch to see if they've fixed it. OK?"

"Yes, OK. Will you be back later?", said Frank, hardly believing that this
was the same man who he had been with so short a time ago; he was all
business.

"No, they know what to do. Go up with them and make sure that there is no
water and then sign here," he said, pointing to another line at the bottom
of the page.

"OK." Frank looked at him while he was organizing the papers, remembering
what had happened and feeling his response under his dress.

Joe looked up and then smiled, "Feeling alright?" he asked. He moved
towards Frank and put his arm round his waist. "I really enjoyed it, you
know, best fuck I have had for a long time. How do you feel?"

Frank's face started to flush, "Oh, very good," he murmured, "I need it
from time to time." As he said it, he felt his stomach turn over; he wanted
it again then but hesitated to say so.

"Well," said Joe softly, "that could be arranged, if you want. How about
after training, for example? Look, here is my telephone number, think about
it and let me know. We could use my flat, there's only me there."

Frank felt his legs giving way. If he wanted to, he could have Joe all
through the holidays, and hide it as football-related. "I'll call," he
whispered, half afraid of what he could hear himself saying.

Joe gave him a squeeze and said, "OK then, call me when you are ready, or
tell me at the club. Be a bit careful at the club, most of the seniors know
I am into other men. They don't care if they don't see it, but you are
different, they know you."

With that, Joe picked up his papers and left. Frank went back to the front
room and started to think about how they could meet.

About an hour later, there was a knock at the door and the "lads" stood
therewith big smiles on their faces. Frank opened the door.

"We've finished," the one in front said, "and Joe said to do the water
test. Where's the tap?" While he was saying this, Frank noticed that the
others were looking him up and down. As he finished, the spokesman did the
same. Frank realized that they were thinking about him as a girl.

He began to fell uncertain about the situation. If they thought he was a
girl, then his dressing up would not be a problem. On the other hand, he
was alone and they did look very interested. Suddenly, only having panties
under his dress did not seem so safe.

"Well, do you know where it is?" the first one asked again.

"Yes," said Frank as firmly as he could, and led the way round to the back
of the house to the hosepipe.

"OK; George, fix up the hose and fix it so that it runs down the
roof. Charlie and me will go up into the loft and see what's
happening. When it's going, you come up too, Joe said that there was a lot
of stuff to move if we was going to do a real test. Right then," he said,
turning to Frank, "show us the way up and we'll have look-see."

So back they went and Frank showed them how to get up into the loft. He
followed them up and showed them where to move the trunks and boxes, so
that they could see the part of the roof they had repaired. As they
started, George came grunting up the ladder and said, "The hose is on,
Bill, I tied it to the chimney stack." Then he joined the others in
shifting the stuff stored in the loft.

It took quite a long time, because they had to shift the planks underneath
the boxes to protect the un-boarded sections. In the end they could see
everywhere and there was still no sign of a new leak.

"OK, that's it," said Bill, who had obviously been left in charge. He
turned to Frank, "Do you want this lot moved back?", he asked?

"Frank couldn't see that it made any difference where the boxes were, in
fact there was more room now than before. "Er, no; not really, looks OK to
me."

"OK, everyone downstairs," said Bill, and they all headed for the ladder.

It was then that Frank realized that they would all be down before him. He
shivered. All the fears he had had when he was up here with Joe returned,
and to make it worse, these guys had been eying him up. There was nothing
he could do. While waiting his turn he checked that his panties were
properly positioned, holding everything in and pulled up tight. Then he
walked to the top of the ladder. Sure enough, they were all waiting at the
bottom, looking up expectantly.

He couldn't think of anything to say that would get them away. There was
nothing for it but to go down, knowing that as soon as he swung out over
the steps, they would be able to see right up his legs as far as his
buttocks. Taking a deep breath, Frank turned round and felt for the top
step with his foot. As he started down he looked to see where to put his
feet and saw that they were gazing fixedly up. Frank looked away towards
the ladder, he could feel his face beginning to burn. From underneath him
came muttered sounds, which could only be comments on what they could
see. He hoped that a good look at his legs would be enough, Joe had been a
real surprise. He was terrified of being found out by these guys, he had no
idea what they would think, or do.

Frank reached the bottom of the ladder and found that they were standing
very close to him, not giving him room to move. He could feel the hot flush
in his face and, looking into their eyes, he could see the sort of tight
focus that boys he knew had when they were ready to fuck. It couldn't be
that, to them he was just a teenage daughter of a client, wasn't he?

Bill moved closer and slipped his hand onto Frank's waist, "you've got
great legs," he said, "how old are you?"

"Without thinking Frank gave his real age, "Sixteen," and then immediately
regretted it, it meant that he was of a legal age to have sex.

"Well, we all find you really hot, so what can you do to help us with
that?" said Bill, pressing himself against Frank's thigh, letting him feel
his hard-on.

Frank tried to get out of his grip, but he held him even more tightly and
the others moved closer. "You can't do this," cried Frank, "leave me
alone." There was a quiet chuckle.

"Anyone who wears stockings like yours is thinking about it anyway," said
Charlie. "Don't pretend that you are that innocent."

"That's not true," shouted Frank, "I wear what I like."

"Well let's see how prudish you really are then," said Bill, running his
had down Frank's back and onto his butt.

Suddenly Frank was scared that they would try to feel his breasts as
well. He didn't want to give in but he couldn't see how to stop them, so he
reached down and squeezed Bill and Charlie's cocks through their
trousers. "I'll make you cum," he said, "But please don't fuck me, I'm not
on the pill," and looked up into their eyes.

There was a smile on Bill's face, "Alright, but make it good. Take us to
the bedroom, and lift up your dress so we can see your legs." Frank turned
towards the bedroom and on the way pulled up his dress until he could feel
his buttocks in the air. The comments were ripe and clearly told him that
even now he would be lucky to get away without being stripped and fucked.

He went into his parents' room and sat on the edge of the bed. "What do you
want me to do," he asked, looking from one to the next.

Bill stepped forward and undid his jeans, letting them fall to the floor,
shortly followed by his boxers. His cock was cut, slim and getting
harder. Frank felt a twinge in his string and reached out to take hold of
Bill. He drew the cock towards him and started to slide his hand up and
down, using the pre-cum to make his hand slippery. Bill sighed and reached
down until he could push the skirt of the dress up to the top of Frank's
thighs. He stayed bent over as he ran his hands up and down Frank's thighs,
muttering how smooth they were.

Frank could feel the hands getting nearer and nearer the top and was
petrified that one stroke too far would touch his own cock and give the
game away. He pushed himself forward and opened his mouth to take Bill's
cock as far in as he could. It worked, Bill stood up and groaned with
pleasure. Frank started to suck him and tease him, giving him the best he
could; if only to keep him distracted from exploring Frank's own body.

But it wasn't just that, now. Frank was thoroughly turned on by the taste
of this rigid prick in his mouth, the feel of it's head sliding over his
tongue and slotting into the top of his throat. He wanted to make Bill cum,
to feel all that cum burst out of him, making him swallow it. Other hands
were stroking his thighs now, but Frank was concentrating on giving Bill
the suck of his life. He could feel the tension building and sucked
harder. He knew it was coming soon and changed to a lightest touch. Bill
grunted and grabbed the back of Frank's head and pushed him right onto his
cock. Frank stopped his throat being raped by biting quite hard and then
sucking as furiously as he could. It was enough, Bill came and Frank
swallowed a rich flood of cum. He used his hands and tongue to milk Bill's
cock and slowly it subsided.

Bill pulled out and they were both flushed and breathing hard. "Fuck,"
gasped Bill, "she really dos it well!" Frank leant back on his hands,
watching them look at his legs and Charlie and George getting undressed.

Charlie was ready first and his long uncut prick was just in front of
Frank, as he pushed himself forward. He took hold of this new cock and
started to work his hand up and down it, making the skin slide over the
head. Being uncut himself he knew how to give the right kind of
treatment. The head was almost immediately covered in pre-cum and he slid
the skin right back until Charlie gasped. Frank knew that he had given him
the ring-of-fire treatment that came with full stretching and he could see
the surge of pre-cum as he slid everything back to the top. After a few
more seconds of gentle movement he repeated the movement steadily and
Charlie's head went back as he groaned. "Suck me," he gasped.

Frank leant forward and took him into his mouth. He tasted strong but
instead of pulling off, Frank took a deep breath and forced the cock as far
as he could into the top of his throat. Charlie was so long that Frank's
nose didn't even reach his pubic bush. Frank started to swallow, making his
throat contract. Sure enough, the cock stiffened and its owner grabbed
Frank's hair and tried to force him to take more into his throat. He
couldn't, so again he bit Charlie quite sharply. The pressure on the back
of his head stopped and he went back to swallowing. Soon he felt Charlie
wanting to thrust, so he backed off and let his jaw go loose. The cock
started to thrust in and out.

As Frank let Charlie set the pace, he became aware that the other hands had
been exploring him. Bill had opened the back of his dress and was slipping
his hand inside and George was pushing his hand up between Frank's tightly
shut thighs. He couldn't stop sucking Charlie, he was being really turned
on by his thrusting , but part of his mind knew that if he didn't stop all
that exploration, he would soon be found out. Charlie gave an extra hard
thrust and Frank felt his throat go into spasm. He pulled himself back from
this hugely long cock, put his fist around it and then pulled the skin back
until it was taught again.

He started to work on the stretched skin around the cock-head and with
Charlie making a lot of noise, the orgasm exploded across Frank's
tongue. There was a lot of it and the first jets hit the back of his now
aching throat and were swallowed at once. Frank released the pressure on
Charlie's foreskin and continued to give him a gentle sucking until all his
cum had found its way onto Frank's tongue and been swallowed. Then he let
him go and relaxed.

That was when George's hand found what it was after and Bill finally
grabbed one of the bra cups. There were two exclamations and then George
whipped up Frank's dress and pushed his legs apart. The bulge was
obvious. There was a stunned silence. Frank wished that he could vanish; he
felt his cheeks burning bright red.

"You're a bloody boy," shouted George, apparently aggrieved that his turn
with the girl had been spoilt, "you're a fucking homo!"

"Stop yelling like that," said Bill, sharply, "what does it matter? He gave
us a bloody good blow-job, so stop making a fuss and enjoy one yourself, he
really likes it, doesn't he Charlie?" Charlie nodded, while still staring
at Frank. "Go on," continued Bill, "what are you waiting for."

"I'm not having a homo do that to me!"

"Jesus, what a jerk you are sometimes. Close you eyes and you won't know
the difference; unless it's better than your girl friend. Or do you want to
fuck him, to see if he's as good, like that as well?"

"Shut up," shouted George, going red in the face, "don't talk about her
like that. But Charlie was already laughing and Bill had a teasing grin on
his face.

He turned to Frank, " George has been boasting about how good his
girlfriend is see. By the way what's your name."

Frank blushed even harder and shook his head. "Oh come on, what do you want
us to call you now you're all dressed up?"

"Taking a deep breath Frank whispered "Diane".

"Right, Diane, are you going to give George his turn?" Diane nodded.

"I don't want it," said George, but the others just laughed and pointed at
his hard-on.

"Oh sure, "chuckled Charlie, "tell that to your best friend. Look, why not
just turn him over and fuck him, that way you won't know the difference?"

Looking at George's prick, Diane hoped that he wouldn't, he was big, both
in length and thickness. Normally he would be enthusiastic, he liked thick
cocks, but if George was feeling so aggressive it would probably be
painful. "I don't want that, " she said, choking over the words.

"Well it won't make you pregnant, will it, "jeered George, you don't need a
pill, do you? Come on, let's pull her pants off." and with that they all
grabbed Diane and very quickly had her pants off and her dress up round her
waist. Holding her arms down, they all had a good look at her cock, which
was rock hard.

"Fuck me," muttered George, "look at the size of that, it's as big as
mine."

Diane gave up struggling, there was no need to try and hide any more. She
slowly relaxed into a submissive frame of mind, she really didn't care what
happened next, she couldn't stop it anyway.

"Why do you dress up like this?" asked Bill.

"I don't know, I just like it," came Diane's increasingly dreamy reply.

"Do you suck cock all the time?"

"Yes."

"What about fucking?" Diane tried one more time to duck the question by
closing her eyes. "Oi, what about fucking I said." Diane nodded, keeping
her eyes shut. "There you are," said Bill, "you can fuck her George, she's
used to it."

"OK, turn her over," said George in a gruff voice, which told of his
embarrassment and sounded his lust.

Diane's eyes flew open and saw the determination on George's face. "Use the
KY," she half-shouted, "it's in the top drawer. Please, he's so big."

They laughed and made remarks about tarts should be able to take
everything, but at the same time Bill got out the tube.

They pushed Diane over onto her face, and forced her up onto her knees. She
looked into the wardrobe mirror and saw her butt in the air, balanced on
top of her stockings, with straps cutting into her buttocks. The dress was
right up over her back and she could feel the coolness of being exposed all
around her thighs and between her legs.

Then a hand reached under her and tool hold of her cock and balls and
started to work on them vigorously, getting her really hard again. Then she
felt George's weight on the bed as he got behind her and his cock came into
view in the mirror. Fingers reached out and suddenly the coldness of the KY
was soothing her opening, followed swiftly by one then two pushing their
way inside her. Diane jumped and swore, it hurt. Their fingers were very
rough and they were not being kind. Slowly she felt herself giving way and
the grip on the fingers loosened. They must have felt it too, because the
finger-thrusting slowed down and the stretching was less violent. Diane
began to feel randy. She wanted to feel George take her, even if she feared
it would hurt.

"Are you ready," asked Bill in a quiet voice.

"Yes, but go easy to start with," she pleaded. Strangely, no-one laughed,
there was an intense quietness in the room.

"OK George, take it easy." Straight away Diane felt the pressure of the
thick cock on her opening. She put her head down between her arms and shut
her eyes.

Slowly the head pressed its way into her and she felt herself opening
up. By now she was hot for the penetration; she wanted to give him a real
surprise by being able to take him right in and then feel him build up his
pleasure inside her. Her own cock had become small, but it tingled with the
excitement of submission. Vague images of where they were and who was there
floated into the edges of her mind. She was focused on the tension in the
slow thrust which was now starting to stretch her open in a way that was
painful. She gasped and gripped the pillow above her head. There was a deep
throated murmur from the men around her. They had recognized the signs.

Diane was getting tighter and tighter on his prick and part of her wanted
it to stop. The other part of her wanted it to be over with quickly. The
were nearly at the point where she would be totally spread and he would be
able to thrust himself deep into her. It was the moment of giving in, the
moment for admitting to herself, "I want him, even if it hurts. Take me
now!" It was the moment of maximum pain, when his rock hard cock would
force itself past the last barrier and she would be held open and stretched
until he had finished with her.

George stopped at that very moment, he obviously knew where they had got
to. The others asked what was stopping him, and he told them quietly, that
he was waiting to be told it was alright. There was a mystified
silence. Diane felt her stomach dissolve into little butterflies and she
lost her breath for a long moment. He understood, he had done it before, it
wasn't just a bluff. Her mind was filled with warmth and longing, he was
going to make love to her,

"Oh yes," she breathed, "I want it now, slide you huge cock right into me."

George took hold of her hips and with a long steady thrust, took her. She
cried out as he stretched her out to the limit and jerked up in a reflex
action to get away from him. He held her down and continued to invade
her. Very soon his thighs were against her and she knew he was right
in. She made a movement to get her balance better and it tightened all her
muscles, so that she gripped him along his full length; he was very deep
and filled her completely. She sighed and let herself go completely.

There was silence around them, She could hear George breathing hard but
steadily and she could feel him quivering inside her. She kept very still,
otherwise he would finish too soon. The others were making appreciative
humming noises and hands were stroking her. "I never thought it was
possible," said Charlie, in a wondering tone of voice, "you're right in and
she is not yelling her head off, Bloody hell."

Then George started to move and after an initial spasm, Diane relaxed even
further. Her eyes were shut and she was concentrating on George's movements
inside her. He went slowly back and forth, and the depth varied from
shallow to very deep. All Diane's insides followed every slight variation
and heard him reacting to new pleasures. when he got to furthermost point
of his withdrawal, Diane squeezed her muscle shut on his tip. The effect
was immediate, George thrust hard to stay inside and, as he did so, Diane
felt the whole of his prick's solid bar force its way through her tight
entrance; it made her feel as weak as water and totally absorbed in her
submission.

Now George was thrusting harder, Diane's trick had provoked his final
assault. She was starting to feel sore, but he was so urgent inside her
that she was in ecstasy at the way he was taking her. She cried out when a
sudden harder thrust hit a sensitive spot but he increased his speed and
depth. Now he was making full length thrusts. Deep and hard into her and
banging up against her butt. She started to feel as if she was going to
cum, the excitement was growing with his thrusting, and her breathing
became very deep. Then suddenly, she felt all her muscles go limp, she was
longing to feel him cum deep inside her and all she wanted was to give him
everything she could. She started to moan and talk to him, "Fuck me; take
me; do it deep; yes; deeper; FUCK me," and then she felt the change in
him. He was very hard, he fucked with hard individual thrusts. His hands
gripped her hips so hard it hurt and then with a huge roar, he came;
followed by furious thrusting and pauses to let the jets of cum shoot deep
into her. Her breathing was a deep as his, she was completely out of
herself, feeling only the fact of his possession, the hardness of his bar
and the overwhelming sensation of giving herself to him.

Slowly, very slowly they came down from their high plateau. After a long
pause, he slid gently out of her and they both lay on the bed
exhausted. Looking round, Diane could see Bill and Charlie standing staring
at them, with their cocks straight out in front of them, forgotten in the
excitement. Slowly they started to smile. "You randy little bugger," said
Bill, "I would never have guessed."

"Yeah, and it looks as George really has done it that way before."

George grunted.

"You greedy sod, why couldn't you have gone for just a suck?" Bill grinned,
and then added, "It was hot, that's all I can say. If I'd've known, I might
have tried that myself. I mean look at us, hard as rocks and nowhere to
go!"

Diane had been listening with a smile; it was always the same, they started
off not wanting anything and then they couldn't get enough. She felt sorry
for the other two, they were all steamed up and they had been very quiet
about it all. Besides she was still feeling hot herself.

"Well, if you really want to try it, you can if you take it easy. George
has made me a bit sore, but use the KY and you can see what it is like."

Saying that she rolled onto her back, pulled her knees up and waited for
Charlie to position himself. Another long thrust, she closed her eyes and
let him float her away, on a very long journey with her two new lovers.

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