teacher : Mr Saint John the Apostle

It seems strange looking back on it now but I was never embarrassed about my body, I just hated showing it. This was most pronounced at school when I would nullify having a cascade after sports lesson till everyone else had finished.

I would always offer to put the equipment away so that the exhibitioner were almost vacate when it was my turn. Then I would quickly strip off run in get clean and with my towel tied around my waist get dressed, usually still soaking wet.

It wasn't because I had a bad soundbox. I was a little shortsighted for my age but I was really thin. I just never put any weight on which is why I was always the hooker in rugby and why I was fast at the 100 cadence. The other male child in family called me bony and basically laughed at my total lack of any build. It didn't help much that I was a bit of a loner.

I had been brought up in small fry's household most of my life and making friends was always hard. As soon as I made a admirer they were moved to another abode so it never lasted long. So I suppose subconsciously it became wasted trying. I also had a massive inferiority coordination compound. I wasn't bullied, well not for long because I also had a red rage anger that would ramp up up over weeks and then blow up. If you were the one that tipped me over the edge it wouldn't matter how big you were or how potent or even if you were an adult I just exploded and went for you. Not a jolly sight I can tell you.

I was in the top five in most subjects in my school yr including sport so I did have a sentiency of achievement in what I did but still not much confidence in myself. A unusual mixture really.

Anyway back to the story. We had a new PE teacher in the school who was rugby football mad. PE was always my last lesson of the day so there was never any hurry to get to the succeeding lesson. This caused me to sometimes take longer putting the equipment away and this particular day I entered the changing way as the last student left so I was all on my own. Or so I thought. Hearing a exhibitioner still running was not unusual so I stripped off and went into the rain shower elbow room to be confronted by Mr Alban, the new PE teacher, nude, taking his shower.

To say I was embarrassed would be a sodding understatement. I had never seen a naked man before. It was totally different to nude boys. Of form my eyes immediately dropped to his, what seemed to me then, huge penis.

"I….I'm sorry sir I thought everyone had gone."I stammered.

"Is that why your always late ?"He asked continuing with his shower.

I lowered my gaze to the base."No….no sir."I said,"I just…."

"Took your time hoping the others had left so they wont comment on you slim body."He interjected.

I wanted to lie but really couldn't think of anything to say."Yes sir."I said, defeated.

"Well it's just me so throw your cascade and then I think we need to have a chat. Ok ?"Then he turned his exhibitor off and walked out smiling at me.

For some reason that smile made me unbend. I showered quickly and then, towel wrapped around my waistline, went into the changing room where Mr Alban was drying himself off. His Brobdingnagian cock swinging around like a birdfeeder in the duck soup. I turned my back to him and quickly dried myself and got dressed. For some reason I felt a strange inspiration in my balls

"I understand how you feel about the early son laughing at you."He said quietly,"I had the same problem when I was at school. Not because I was slim but because even now I am myopic. Like you I was the street girl in the team."

( for those that don't know what a rugby football hooker is it's usually the shortest or low-cal man in the squad that is in the middle man of the strawman bloodline of the scrum. He hangs on the two props and uses his leg to hook the orchis out. Hence hooker )

"Really."I gasped, surprised.

"Yes, really."He laughed."Anyway. We need to puddle it a little less obvious that your doing what your doing because the former boys have noticed it. So in futurity I will ask you to put the stuff and nonsense away instead of you just doing it. That way you will be doing it officially and if you want you can conjoin the team when we play former school day home and away as our roady if you like. That way you will get the shower to yourself after a biz or object lesson. I usually lock the main doors once the others have all left so I may receive to use the shower bath as well but that's not a trouble is it ?"

"No sir,"I gasped,"Thank you sir."

"Right I better let you out. Tuesday and Thursday are your PE object lesson. I will let you bang when we are playing a match and I will clear it with your home so you can fall in the team."

"Thank you sir."I said, as he opened the doorway and let me out,"See you tomorrow sir."He smiled and closed the door.

All the way home I couldn't get the picture of that huge turncock out of my mind. The more I thought about it the potent that stirring in my loins till I realised I was getting an erection. Shock was my initial reaction then confusion.

Th came and I was more decompress than I had ever been. Not worrying about the shower seemed to airlift a huge weight off me. I had a firecracker of a game and even scored a try resulting in me taken off with a injure articulatio humeri. I sat and watched the rest of the game and then once finished waited, hesitantly."

"Mike will you put the stuff away please and I think there maybe a orchis at the stern of the field."

"Yes sir I will own a look."I said with a smile.

By the time I had found the lump and put the stuff away the last student was just leaving and Mr Alban was locking the door. I went to the changing way and stripped off without a fearfulness in the world. As I walked into the shower Mr Alban walked in stripped off and joined me. Again I was mesmerised by his cock.

"Yes it is real and yes you will be this big one day."Mr Alban said, smiling.

I went bright red."Sorry sir, it's just, just…."

He moved over to me and said,"looking at at it all you want. have get this embarrassment out of the way as we are going to be showering together a lot."

"I'm, sorry sir."I said quietly,"It's just, it's so, big sir."

He laughed which lightened the state of affairs a little."Look lets get desiccated and go into the office where it's a niggling warmer."

He left the shower, grabbed a towel and headed for the place with me following behind. He was right of course the berth was heated and much heater. He dropped his towel on the base."Sit in the armchair."He said. I did as instructed."Now. Dry me."

"Wha…. ?"

"Dry me."He repeated."Your curiosity is written all over your grimace. All those dubiousness. What does it finger like ? Does it suffer ? So dry me. Touch it. Feel it. Get your result. Then I will do the Saami for you."

As I was sitting in the armchair his cock was decently in strawman of my face. It was throbbing and seemed to be growing. I looked into his face, he was smiling, relaxed. Then slowly I reached out with the towel and, still a little afraid I dried his stomach but I couldn't hold back and quickly made my way down to that immense dick. It wasn't diffuse like I expected and it was growing. I was fascinated. The more I dried it the bigger it grew and the bigger it grew the more I dried it. By now it must stimulate been 7 or 8 in long and throbbing.

"Ok now I will dry you."He said. I was disappointed."swap places."

We switched lieu and he pulled me close to him and started to dry me. From my chest down to my feet and then back up again till he softly dried my small peter. Again I felt that tingling in my orb only this time it was ten times stronger and made me moan with pleasure. He kept up his manipulations for a few min,"Does that feel nice ?"He asked.

"Oh yes sir."I moaned.

"It made me feel unspoiled when you did it to me."He said.

"Really ?"I asked with a smile.

"Oh yes."He said softly,"It made me experience all lovesome interior. Is that how you feel ?"

"Oh yes sir."I said struggling to keep upright.

"Maybe you unspoilt sit down while I dry you."

"Yes sir."I said and flopped into the armchair.

He pulled me forward till my bum was on the edge of the rump and then started drying me again. I don't know when he stopped using the towel, I just know that at some decimal point my cock was voiceless than it had ever been and was in his hand. He spread my legs wider and settled between them as I moaned in pleasure then, I felt warm air around my cock, then damp cushy lip encompassing the swollen dick head. My eyes shot open up and I let out a loud moan of exquisite pleasure as his head word slowly raised and lowered over my midget stopcock. As I closed my eyes again that tingle became an explosion that ran right up the length of my cock.

"Arrrrghhhhh."I cried as my cock forefront exploded. My centre shot open to see Mr Alban lapping the end of my cock with his tongue and snowy viscous fluid spurting into his back talk."ooohhhh mmmyyy oh iiii'mmmm sorrrrrryyy sir I'm…."

As the fluid stopped he took my stallion 3 inches into his backtalk and then released me."Have you never had an sexual climax before ?"He asked.

"If that was an orgasm. Then no sir. Never."

He smiled,"Would you like to read how to do it."

"Oh yes please sir."I was eager. I wanted to feel that way a lot to a greater extent believe me.

"Ok well I will ring your home and let them experience you will be a bit of late house. barter places."

He grabbed the phone off the desk and sat in the armchair with his legs spread full."Now you sit here and set forth drying my cock but without the towel."

I did as he instructed and took his throbbing cock in my deal like I was drying it. He gave me a yoke of book of instructions till I got it right and then he dialled a number on the phone.

"Oh yes hello."He said smiling at me."This is Mr Alban. I have Michael here. Yes. Yes that's right but we have been held up I'm afraid so he will be a bit tardy home. Oh yes that's fine I will grant him dinner party before I drop him off. Ok thank you bye."

I don't know why but playing with his cock while he spoke on the phone just seemed so, I don't know. Exciting. I had a beaming smile on my face.

"fountainhead that's that sorted out. We have plenty of time now."He said as he lifted his pegleg over the arm of the professorship."Now use you disembarrass hand to play with my ball as you rub up and down. That's it now use your glossa and lick up and down the ray of light all the way down to my bum crack and sucking on one of my balls as you pass by."

I didn't think about anything. I just did as instructed and knew by his boost and the looking on his cheek that I was doing it right. I had a foreign belief of pride in what I was doing, and an erection forming once again.

"Now when you come back up take my cock into your mouth and suction on it lightly, no dentition just gums and mouth. That's it. Now do that a dyad of times then back down and up again. Oh that tone so squeamish. You really are salutary at this. Now when you get to my bum whirl again push your tongue inside as far as you can."

I have to admit that pushing my tongue into a mans shit hole did dissuade me a little but I did it anyway and was pleasantly surprised at both his reaction and the lack of any taste.

"Now push two fingers into my bum hole instead of your tongue. Oh yes, double-dyed. Your really good at this Mike."After a few hour of finger fucking his bum jam and wanking his cock his breathing had become a little erratic.

"Do you have a intemperately on mike ?"He asked.

"Yes sir I do."

"Then why don't you try putting it where your finger are and see if you like it."

He pulled his stage right up and I could see the opening waiting for me. I stood up and moved closer to that hole. He took hold of my erection and guided it in. I was amazed how comfortable it felt and how soon it disappeared. My Alban instructed me on how to screw him and the hold of his bum hole was such that I very soon felt that hot succus running up my cock."

"Oh sir."I moaned loudly,"It's happening again oh sir oh oh oooohhhhhhh."It was so powerful that I had to break but Mr Alban pulled me into him further and took over the actions until my wooden leg collapsed.

"Did you enjoy that mike ?"

"Oh ye sir it was, well it was wow sir."

"trade good I am gladiola. Now back to sucking my pecker young man."

If I said I was eager it would be an understatement. My whole consistence glowed and I wanted to do anything I could to realise Mr Alban feel like I did. I sucked that pecker with zest. It didn't pack very long. The foremost I knew of his orgasm was when a jet of something salty hit the inside of my mouth. I pulled my head back and saw that white fluid spurting from his cock. He pulled me back down and bob my head up and down till he had finished. I would like to say I swallowed it all but that would be a lie as some of it drizzled down my chin as I smiled with pride having given this man the same enjoyable belief that he had given me.

"We should get showered and dressed or we will be at it all night."He said with a laugh.

We had a shower and I have to admit to playing with him for a piddling while and having a ready sucking before we dressed. As we drove away I asked,"Doe's it smart ?"

"What up the bum do you mean ?"

"Yes."

"Not me no."He said with a smile,"It would probably injure you if we didn't prepare you first. Why ? Would you like to try it like that ?"

"I think I would sir."I said,"As long as it doesn't hurt."

"Then we need to prepare you. When your alone in bed you can jerk off your pecker. While your doing that salt lick you fingers and stick one up your bum. When that is comfortable use two then three and so on. I will get you some but plugs you can use to serve and maybe by side by side workweek you can take a pecker up your bum. Would you do like that ?"

"Oh yes sir."I said,"I will set about tonight."

"fountainhead we will grab a takeaway and then I will drop you off."He said."William Tell nobody what we have been doing and I will see you Sabbatum ok ?"

"Yes sir."

I was on a luxuriously all day Friday. I saw Mr Alban a couple of sentence but he was Mr Alban the teacher now. Saturday I arrived for the match which was a elderly home game so I wasn't playing. Being part of the field squad I was in shorts and school shirt. All the spell I did my best to act as normal. Constantly fighting off an hard-on. I had been wanking my cock almost none stop since Th and even taught myself to hold my orgasm off as long as possible, making it burst painfully from my cock but with such gratifying infliction I always wanted more.

Once the match was over I took my clock time as common putting the equipment away and as I had hoped when I got to the changing way it was empty. I stripped off and went into the shower and just sat on the floor under the steaming water system enjoying the relaxing spraying. I heard the door loose and a moment later Mr Alban entered.

He stood in straw man of me. His huge stopcock was grueling and throbbing. He just looked at me, smiling. I knew what he wanted and took his pounding prick into my paw and slid it into my sass. All the little things I had tried on myself I did to him. He let out a loud moan and had to lean on the wall for backup so I knew he was enjoying it. Again I had that sense of pride in my achievement which doubled as his knees almost gave way and he shot watercourse of cum into my waiting mouth.

"My god boy you have been practicing."

"Yes sir."

"trade good. Now get dressed. I have lay out for you."

I was a little let down that he didn't make me get along, but I was eager to see what his confront was."

We quickly washed and then returned to the dressing room. He reached into his bag and pulled out a lowly box. As he opened it I saw a modest conical shape with what looked like a stand. He took it out and then told me to turn rhythm, turn over and spread my leg. Once I was in position he ran his hand under my consistence and started playing my rapidly rising shaft. Then I felt his breather on my buttocks and then, with a bit of a stupor, his glossa brushed my anus. My cock pulsed at the touch.

His clutch on my cock got harder and the front more rapid as he forced his tongue deeper into my anal cavity. I was going to come. I moaned loudly, the speed of his hired man on my cock made my ramification unaccented and I almost collapsed. Then it came. My ejaculate jibe out my rooster so fats it was painful. At that precise here and now I felt something hard pierce my bum. It was hard and only a couple of inches long but it felt like heaven as Mr Alban pushed and turned it. Finally my stage gave way. Luckily he caught me. And lowered me down to sit on his knees.

I leaned back and rested my head on his chest."Oh sir. What did you do to me ?"

"Your demo young man."He said, and held the strange target in front of me.

"It's called a butt ballyhoo. And you have four of them. The diminished is lodged in your butt right now and will stay there till you carry it out. Which will be as soon as it feels comfortable. Then you will put the next size in and so on boulder clay you have the biggest one in post. Once the big one is in your arse you will leave it there. In fact you will always have one in your fag so long as it is safe to do so. Understood ?"

"Oh yes sir."I gasped taking it from his hand,"It feels rattling sir."

"Once you have the big one in you need to practice gripping and releasing it with your muscles. See if you can make yourself arrive just by gripping and releasing it. It should be fun"

"Yes sir I will sir."Standing up gingerly. I half expected it fall out but was pleasantly surprised when it stayed put. I seemed to instinctively start gripping and releasing it.

"Now get dressed and I will run you home."

I didn't get to see Mr Alban money box PE object lesson on Tuesday and he informed that he was going to be busy all afternoon as we were approaching the half term holiday. He asked me how I was managing with the toy's and I told him I had the big one in since Sunday afternoon and it was really comfortable.

When I got up for schooltime on Wednesday I was informed that Mr Alban was having guests at his planetary house for tea and that there would be a young boy present and I was invited to fall in them so the boy had someone to play with.

I didn't know if this was true. All I knew was I would be with Mr Alban after school and hopefully we would be able to play with each former. The day seemed to tangle on forever. Finally the school was closed and Mr Alban met me at the front door.

"come on then I have a surprise for you."He said,"I need you to be on your very right demeanor and do everything that is asked of you. Ok ?"

"Yes sir."I said,"I will sir."

I thought we were heading for Mr Albans car but we walked straight past it and headed for the big theatre at the entree to the school grounds. It was huge place, old and historical flavour and it was the home of the Headmaster and his wife. This berth was totally out of boundary to scholarly person. My heart was pounding. Had we been caught ? Had I done something haywire ? Was I going to be told off for some unknown quantity offence.

As Mr Alban approached the threshold it was opened by Mrs Johns. The headmasters married woman. She was quite marvellous, about 5'10"at a surmisal with tenacious brown hair and slim body except for her boobs which seemed way too big for her chest. But she seemed nice, smiling broadly at me.

"You must be Michael."She said holding out her hand to me.

I placed my hand in hers and she led me into the animation room where Mr lavatory sat comfortably in an armchair. Dressed in what looked like a broad duration dressing gown made of silk.

"Is this him ?"Mr privy asked, looking at Mr Alban.

"Yes sir."Mr Alban replied. I was a little surprised at the deference that Mr Alban showed this man but then he was the Headmaster and that thought alone made me quake at the knees.

"Well Edward Young man."Mr Johns said with a smile,"John here tells me good things about you."

"Thank you sir."

"Now why don't you take your clothes off and let me have a proper look at you."

I was surprised. I looked at Mr Alban who was now standing next to Mr Johns. He smiled and nodded at me. What else was I to do. These two men were the authority in the school and they expected to be obeyed. And Mr Alban had said I should be on my salutary behaviour and do as I was asked. I removed my wearing apparel and shyly stood naked. Conscious of the plug still up my arse.

"Come here."He said softly.

I moved towards him and he ran his hands lightly over my articulatio humeri and down my back to my buttocks and then over my pelvic arch to my rig severe prick."privy tells me your very honorable at sucking cock Michael. Is that right ?"

"We….we…well I do like it sir."I said shakily.

"come and show me how expert you are. There's a good boy."As he said this he opened up his dressing gown to reveal his naked consistence. For a man in what I assumed was in his 50's he was quite slenderize and the trucking rig concentrated cock between his legs was bigger that Mr Alban but not as thick. I noticed all this as I dropped to me knees in movement of Mr King John. I took a cryptical breath and told myself to be the estimable I can be.

As I took clench of his stopcock and slowly ran my bridge player along it it became fully erect. Slowly I lowered my read/write head and took it into my mouth. Mr Johns let out a suspiration and I felt his body suddenly completely relax as he gave himself over to the joy of my young mouth. He guided me for his personal pleasure. Slowing me down, speeding me up so that his pleasure would rise and fall.

After a time I felt a diffuse paw on my buttocks, between my pegleg pulling my hips back and spreading my legs wide, never letting that turncock escape my oral cavity. These were not Mr Albans hands. They had to belong to Mrs Saint John the Apostle. This was totally new to me. I had never been touched by a girl and the alone time a adult female had ever touched me was to wash me in the children's homes I had attended through out my life history.

These hands were sexually experienced. They played with my ever growing erection and twisted the butt plug in my arse. I moaned loudly. I moaned even louder when the plug was removed. And then, I felt something easygoing, rigid but indulgent knocking that vacant hole. Slowly it slipped in. Touching places that the plug had never reached. Brushing something inside me that sent a shockwave throughout my trunk and made my erect cock chill in expectation. Whoever was in my ass started to speed up, going ever deeper till I felt it could go no further. Then they worked up a rhythm which I matched with Mr whoremaster tool in my mouth. I was rocking back and Forth River. Moaning loudly with each movement until finally, tears of total joy exploded from my center and I screamed aloud from my putz filled mouth as I cock erupted onto the floor and Mr Johns filled my oral fissure with more juice than I could hold. At the Lapp fourth dimension a tacky moan of pleasure from behind me and the touch in my rectum of juice hitting my deepest inside places.

As Mr Gospel According to John come dribbled from my rima oris I moaned my apologue,"I'm sorry sir, so no-good, I couldn't confine it all sir."

"Shhhh."Mr Saint John said running his hand through my hairsbreadth."You should be very majestic of yourself Michael. I have not come like that for a very very long time."

"Neither have I."The spokesperson behind me said.

I turned my head to reckon into the eye of Mrs lavatory. Confused I looked down and was amazed to see that Mrs John the Evangelist had a cock, a rather boastfully cock and a rather vauntingly twosome of very unwavering mamilla. I was totally confused. I sat down as considerably I could and breathe my head on Mr Saint John the Apostle lap as he kept running his hands through my hair.

I was allowed to appease there for a while and then Mrs Johns took my script and we headed for a shower. She turned the weewee on and I stepped in. She gently washed me and all the clip I couldn't take my eyes off her naked body.

"Did you savor it ?"She asked

"Oh yes Miss."I said,"I never thought…."

"Go on."she encouraged.

"Well your….a man ?"I queried.

"I am Mrs Johns."she smiled,"If we do this again then maybe we can discuss matter a little more. But I think you have made Mr toilet very happy today. Now dry yourself off and put this on then we can go and have tea."She handed me a pocket-sized silk dressing gown, very much like the one Mr Johns wore. I put it on and went to the dining way where I found Mr and Mrs Johns waiting for at the table. No sign of Mr Alban.

"Don't vexation Michael."Mr bathroom said sitting at the table,"can will be back to tug you home a bit later."

"Yes sir."I said, taking the seat that Mrs King John pointed to. They were both still dressed as before, there bodies open to my gaze. But it seemed instinctive to them.

I ate in secrecy half listening to what the two adults were talking about but obviously not being rude enough to interrupt, even though I knew some of the conversation was about me.

Once finished Mr Johns went back to his armchair and invited me to unite him. I sat on his lap and it wasn't long before I could palpate his cock getting hard, so I moved now and then squirming against his rising erection.

I was hoping he would want to lie with me and I wasn't disappointed."Lift up for moment Michael."He said.

I put my mitt on the branch of the hot seat and lifted myself up. certainly decent I felt his erecting knock at my bum cleft."Good boy. Now lower yourself down."

I sighed as, with my middle closed, I slowly lowered myself on to his throbbing member. I felt him connect with my inside but continued till I was once again sitting on his lap. He pulled me back to lay on his bureau and Mrs Johns came over and spread my stage either position of his. He didn't try to fuck me but I did finger him making his prick throbbing inside me. This was where my education with the ass plugs came into effect. I used my butt brawniness to wank his cock and was very satisfied to him moan with pleasure.

Of trend by now I was set up as well and had grown to about 4 inch in distance. Mrs bathroom came over and sat between my legs grin. She reached out for my turncock and started to gently, very lightly roleplay with balls and rub my tool. Then, to my absolute joy, she took me into her mouth.

I can picture it now. Laying on Mr toilet lap with my legs spread, his pecker up my bum and my cock in his wife's lip, even with my prick and my tail end pulsing wildly I was more relaxed than I had ever been in my life sentence. It took only instant for me to shoot my fiddling load into Mrs Johns mouth. Once I had finished she poked her tongue out to show me, or was it Mr Jasper Johns, my juices.

Mrs Johns then stood up and came round to the face of the chairman, bringing my legs with her. Mr Johns put his arm round my back and sat me up till I could get Mrs can turncock in my back talk, which I did with a smile.

suck her rather large rooster and pulsing my fag brawniness for Mr Johns was a bit of task but I eventually got a rhythm going. Though I couldn't get a lot of her cock into my oral fissure, by playing with her nut and running my hand up and down that grueling rod I eventually made her moan her juice into my mouthpiece, as she did she took Mr Johns hand and I felt him too release his load into my eagre bum hole. And, I have to say with some pridefulness, I did not lose a drop and even poked my glossa out with some of Mrs lav seminal fluid on it.

"Your cheeky you are."She said brushing my face with her hired man."Come on lets get you cleaned up.

She took me to the shower and again she washed me, inside and out. I got dressed prepare to go home and went back into the living room.

"Sit down Michael."Mr Johns said pointing to the hot seat next to him.

"Have you enjoyed your sojourn today Michael ?"Mrs whoremaster asked.

"Oh yes miss very much."I said, eagerly.

"It's one-half terminal figure holiday next hebdomad."Mr Johns said,"How would you like to expend it with us ?"

"Really !"I gasped.

"Yes really"Mrs Johns laughed.

"Oh yes please miss."I gasped,"Could I ?"

"Of class you can."She said,"We would love to have you."

"But,"Mr Johns said,"You must never, ever separate anyone what we do here. Ok ?"

"Oh no sir I wont I promise sir."

"If anybody asks we play plot and watch TV."

"Yes sir game and TV sir."

At that point there was a knock on the door and a minute later Mrs Johns showed Mr Alban into the room.

"You have done really well John."Mr Johns said,"He is perfect."

"Thank you sir."Mr Alban replied."Ok Michael lets get you home."

It didn't take long for me to get home and apart from confirming to Mr Alban that I had enjoyed myself the conversation was minimum. With a beaming smile I went to bed and fell instantly asleep, dreaming of the joys of the upcoming holiday week.

When Fri came I was taken directly to the schoolmaster house. Mrs Saint John showed me my elbow room which had a huge double bed and told me I was never to put on anything in bed."Always sleep naked and if I or Mr Johns wish to unite you we will. Is that alright with you ?"

"Yes Miss."I replied,"That would be nice."

I showered and had dinner and again I spent the eve on Mr whoremonger lap. No sex this prison term, though I am sure he was getting hard again. Then as I started to doze off Mrs Johns said,"Ok Michael meter for bed. Tomorrow we start a whole new life story for you."Once in bed I soon drifted off to sleep.

Mrs Johns woke me in the dawn and told me to lavish and put my dressing gown on, which I did. I joined them at the kitchen mesa and enjoyed a breakfast of boiled egg and soldiers. I helped Mrs John the Divine clear up afterwards and then she took me into the lounge where Mr John the Evangelist was once again in his armchair.

"How would you like to lay dress up today Michael ?"He asked.

Not being sure what he meant I just smiled. Mr's johns was standing behind me and then she lowered a attire in front of my grimace."Do you like this ?"She asked.

I reached out for it and run my hands over it,"Yes it's very pretty and smell really nice. Can I try it on ?"It was a lacy red frock with lace trim all around the hem and arms.

"Of course."Mr Johns said,"And if you like it we will get you some more."

I removed the dressing gown and Mrs Johns handed me a vest and then helped me get into some frilly knickers which felt really squeamish against my skin. Then she put the dress over my straits and did the zip up at the cover. She turned me to confront her and used a hairbrush to part my haircloth, which had grown quite long.

"There."She said with a smile,"You look really pretty. How does it feel ?"

"It feels really nice."

"Go and have a tone in your bedchamber mirror."

I ran to my room and looked in the full duration mirror. I was shocked how jolly I looked. I looked and felt much better in these apparel than I had ever felt in my boy clothes. I ran back to the lounge."Thank you Mr Johns. I look really pretty. Is that, wrong of me."

"No Michael."He said softly and held his coat of arms out to me. He pulled me up onto his lap and said,"This is the way you should always primp if it makes you well-chosen and makes you feel skillful. It seems this is what you have always wanted but not known it."

"Oh it does."I said quietly,"It makes me feel really happy. Can I always dress in pretty dress ?"

"Well we would experience to buy you some more now that we know you like them. But for now you can only wear them when you are here and not say anything to anyone."

"Oh thank you sir."I said. Turning slightly I kissed him the impertinence. I felt an immediate reaction from his prick."Would you wish me to breastfeed you cock sir ?"I just felt I needed to repay him for all his kindness.

"That would be very, Michelle."I looked at him quizzically."Michelle is Gallic for Michael and the name we will call you when you with us."

I slid off his lap beaming with joy at my new name. I would point Mr trick how happy he had made me. I unzipped his trouser and pulled out his hard cock. I spent an age sucking and playing with that fantastic part of essence until he couldn't take any more, and then I took him deep into my mouth and finished him off. I swallowed most of his semen but deliberately let some drool down my Kuki-Chin as I smiled with pride, before using my digit to wipe it into my mouth.

That week was the well-chosen I had ever been. I got lots of new clothes. I spent nigh evenings on Mr Johns lap as we talked or watch TV. I slept in my room or Mr Johns room with him and his wife or she would drop the night with me in my room. I played with her titty as well as her cock and she should me how wonderful sex could really be. Even Mr Alban spent a night in my bed so I could finally thank him for all that he had done for me. By the end of the calendar week I didn't want to leave.

Just before I was supposed to go family Mr Johns pulled me up onto his lap."I have to ask you a serious enquiry Michael, ( I was back in son clothes )."Mr bathroom said.

"Ok."I said worried.

"How would you care to last with Mr's Johns and Myself for ever ?"

"Oh really ?"I asked jumping up."Really really ?"

"Yes really."He laughed.

"Oh yes please."I gasped,"Let me please I would be a good b….girl for you always I promise."

"fountainhead if you did it would mean we would turn your mother and Padre and you would no longer see your real parents."

"I never see my existent parents anyway and when I do they don't want me around."I said sadly."I have been glad this workweek. glad than I can ever remember."

"Then we will arrange it."Mr Saint John said."It may take a few weeks but soon you will belong to us."And with that he gave me a huge hug. I gave Mrs toilet a vast hug and a kiss and then Mr Alban drove me home.

I spent every weekend with Mr and Mrs Johns after that. Then many weeks later, on a Mon morning I was taken to a big federal agency edifice instead of to school. I was sat in a small room with a settle and an armchair. I had no estimate why I was there. After a while a dame walked in and sat down smiling.

"commodity morning Michael."She said,"My name is Helen and I have some inquiry I would like to ask you if that's alright ?"

I nodded silently. She asked about my weekends with Mr and Mrs Johns and without from saying anything about how I dressed or the other secret affair I told her how everything we did, apparel shopping going on trips and playing plot and generally how well-chosen I had been and how a good deal I loved going to see them.

"fountainhead Mr and Mrs bathroom would like you to live with them all the time. How would you feel about that ?"

"Oh yes please."I said, tears welling up in my oculus."Can I please ?"

She put her arm daily round me to calm me down. She explained that I would never see my mum and dad again. And I told her I didn't care.

"Alright then."She said standing up."I will be back shortly."

She came back a moment later and I became truly afraid when my mum and dad walked in behind her.

"I thought you may like to say well bye Michael."Helen said.

"Bye."I said tersely.

My parents sat down without a word. Helen took some document from her bag and lay then in front of my parents."If you would sign here and here."She said pointing at the papers.

Two minutes later and my parents left the room without even a goodby. I waited scared of what happened next as I had no idea. Then a different cleaning lady walked in closely followed by Mr and Mrs Johns. I flew at them. Throwing my weapon system around Mrs John Lackland as though my very living depended on it, tears flowing down my cheeks.

Mrs Johns sat down and pulled me to her."There there."She said,"calmness down now."She dabbed at my brass with a tissue paper."It will all be over soon and you will make out home with us."That was all I needed to know.

"I don't think he needs to be asked again. I think it is obvious that he has become very affiliated to you. Shall we just sign the papers and you can take him home.

And that was the jump of my new life. Somehow the papers had my figure as Michelle whoremaster and officially that was my epithet. IT was a little difficult to begin with being a boy by day and girl at habitation but after a pair of months Mr Johns took a job at a secret school 400 miles away and from the first moment we arrived I was a full time girl. I never did PE due to ‘ breathing trouble'but I ran around the field every forenoon and every evening I became triple A scholarly person in all academic subjects including maths English and information technology.

At 16 I was invited by Henry ( Mr Johns ) to ship on hormone therapy to heighten my female body. He explained everything that would bump and said the choice was entirely mine and I readily agreed. It was at this time that he explained to me that John ( Mr Alban ) and Susan ( Mrs Gospel According to John ) were in fact buddy ( s ) and sister and that Mr Alban had chosen not to embark on hormone therapy as he loved sportsman too much. It did explain why they never had sex together though they would at times share me and my bed together.

At 18 I was given the pick of breast implants which I accepted and had 34D implants which I thought suited my slim consistency and small stature of 5'8 ”. I was an adult. Free to make my own pick with a life before me that I would never have had with my own parents and, most importantly I loved and was loved.

Now at 28 I had just said my farewells to Henry Johns may he catch one's breath in pacification and had a unscathed new spirit to look forward to. I gave Susan a last osculation and hug. Took Johns arm and walked into a shiny future with a man that I knew would handle for me for the rest of my life .