DISCLAIMER: This story is solely a work of fiction. Any similarities between people living or dead is purely coincidental. No a****ls were harmed in the writing of this story.
My p***nts were both p*rn stars. My m***r continued working throughout her p**nancy, evidently there is a market for p**nant p**nography. You could say that I had my first ‘facial’ while still in the w*mb. I was born on set, during a shoot. While filming, my m***r’s water broke, all over my f***r. My m***r went into labor, but instead of taking her to a hospital, the director kept filming. They did, thankfully, convince her obstetrician to come to the set in time to assist with my delivery. Now here is the part that I still have trouble believing; when they released that particular video, it garnered more views, and generated more sales than any other p*rno released that year. The industry even created a new award category: Best Birth – video. I was not even one year old, and already I was a famous p*rn star.
My p***nts were not bad people. My early c***dhood was pretty normal. Even better, my folks never tried to hide things from me, or lie to me. k**s have a good enough imagination, what they want to know, nay, need to know, is the truth. Deception and myth only lead to crushed hopes and depression when the truth is finally revealed. Any question that I had, they answered truthfully, and if they had to look up the answer, we would find it together. When I wanted to try something, they helped me to try it, provided it was something that I was old enough, and able enough to do, and that it was not too dangerous.
Upon reaching puberty, I began to notice certain changes, especially concerning my pen*s. I asked my p***nts about this, and they explained what was happening. They asked me if I had masturbated yet, and explained what masturbation was. I responded that I had not, and asked for their assistance in learning how. M***r bade me to come and sit next to her, and remove my panties. (By this time, I had developed a fetish for panties, stockings, and all manner of things frilly, lacy, nylon, or satin. I had tried on my m***r’s pantyhose one day, and found that I liked the way that they felt. M***r agreed to buy me my own such clothes, and I would often wear them around the house, even to bed. F***r had no objections.) I did as I was told, and m***r then reached down, gently took my hand, and wrapped my fingers around my pen*s. With her hand still around mine, and mine around my pen*s, she started to move my hand up and down. “Oh, my. You’re getting quite large down there.”, she remarked with a smirk when I began to get hard. After a few minutes, she took her hand away, leaving me to stroke my pen*s on my own. I was feeling rather good now. D*d told me to lie on my back, that he would show me another form of masturbation, but that I was not to stop stroking my pen*s. I obeyed, and he told me to open my legs, and bring my feet toward my thighs. M***r laid down and showed me what he meant. When I was in position, he took my other hand, put it to my mouth, and told me to lick my middle finger, making sure to get it nice and wet. Then he pulled that hand down to my butt, and told me to stick out my wet middle finger. He used that finger to circle and rub my an*s. Wow, I thought I felt good before…this was great. Little did I know that it was about to get even better. D*d spit on my an*s, then pushed my finger in. I let out a small cry of shock. He took his hand away, and said that when I was ready, I should begin moving my finger in and out of that hole slowly. Upon doing this, I lost it completely. My back arched, my vision blurred, and I cried out in pleasure, and only a little bit of clear, sticky fluid welled up from my pen*s. “Pre-cum, dry orgasm, he’s not old enough yet.”, d*d said, and m*m nodded in agreement. I did not yet know what it was that I was not old enough for, but I would find out the following year. As I was curious about this strange fluid on my fingers that had come from my pen*s, this “pre-cum”, as d*d called it, I lifted my hand to my face, smelled it, then tasted it. It smelled good, kind of like shrimp, and it tasted better, salty, and a little sweet. I masturbated with both my pen*s and an*s often after that, I could not get enough.
One day, I noticed that my usual pre-cum was thicker, stronger smelling, tastier, and came out with greater f***e and volume than normal. I asked my f***r about this change in my pre-cum, and he smiled and told me that it was not pre-cum, but sperm. He said that I had finally fully cum. Then I heard him tell m*m later that I was ready. Evidently, they had decided that when I was old enough to cum, that they would answer all of my questions and more about sex. They had always put many of these questions off, agreeing to answer them when I was ready, and could understand the answers.
When next they both had time off, they called me into their room, sat me down, and explained, in detail, more than I had ever asked about sex, sexuality, attraction, fetishes, toys, and foreplay. I tried to sl**p with all of this new information swirling about in my head. When I finally nodded off, I awoke with cum soaked panties, thinking that I had wet the bed. I cleaned up and went back to sl**p. When I told my p***nts about this, they informed me that I had had my first ‘wet dream’, and that I could expect more in the coming years. We then went over what I had learned the previous day, clarifying what I had trouble grasping. This time included rounds of show and tell, visual instruction on the proper use of dildos, vibrators, anal beads, butt plugs, onaholes, and various other toys. They seemed to be having fun teaching me about these things. They said that the next class, when they had time again, would be on oral methods. I was then allowed to choose two toys from their collection for mine own. I chose an anal bead vibrator, and an onahole, and they gave me a small bottle of lube with them. I thanked my p***nts, and went directly to my room to play with my new toys. The anal beads were first, and I must have been overly exited, because as soon as I had them in and turned them on, I came. With the beads still in, I tried out the onahole. I quickly came again. These toys were amazing.
The next ‘cl*ss’ focused on oral pleasuring. F***r showed how to please a woman by starting at m***r’s neck, licking and kissing, and nibbling on her ear while she panted and moaned. He then moved to her breasts, fondling with his hands, s*king on her nipples, and licking all over them, while she ran her fingers through his hair and said yes a lot. His tongue then worked down her stomach, pausing at her belly button, then venturing to her v**na. He rubbed her inner thigh while licking her clitoris. Then he began to move his tongue in and out of her v**na while rubbing her clit, eventually swapping his fingers and tongue. All of the while, m*m was shouting “yes,oh yes”, or “right there” over and over. Then d*d stopped. He got up, and told me to practice what I had just been shown while m*m waved me over. I did as I was told, as I had been shown. M***r gave me tips as I went along, and I was able to elicit some of the same reactions from her that f***r had. Her p*sy tasted like fish, and had a strong odor that was neither pleasant, nor unpleasant. After a short time, she patted my head, and told me that I had done well, and would get better with more practice. I got up, and was told to get dressed as she pointed to an outfit that had been laid out for me, and ‘class’ would continue. The outfit was a pair of sheer black stockings, a lacy black garter belt, and a sheer black short nighty with lace trim. I happily put these on. M***r then came over to me and said that the second half of class, pleasing a man, could now begin. She then knelt down, and started to lick my pen*s and testes. Then she started to s*k on them, and cup my balls while s*king on my d*k. My f***r came over then, and said now that I had seen and felt what to do, that I should practice. His c*k was right in front of my face, it was dripping pre-cum, and smelled divine. I found myself wanting to have it in my mouth, but I began just licking that c*k and those balls. When I finally put d*d’s d*k into my mouth, it tasted delicious. I was so happy that I came. He reminded me to keep my teeth from touching his d*k, and I replied with a muffled “yes sir”. My mouth was full, but there was more of his d*k. He said that if I felt that I was ready, I could try taking it down my throat. I attempted to swallow it right then, and began to choke. D*d laughed and told me not to be in such a rush, that if I slowed down and relaxed, I might be able to get it down, but it may take some time to train my gag reflex to not activate. I went back to s*king on what I could fit in my mouth, then, when I had relaxed enough, I slowly started to swallow d*d’s d*k. I got it almost all of the way in before gagging. I relaxed again, and tried again and again. M***r had stopped s*king on my d*k after I came, and had moved behind me. I heard her tell my f***r that my cum was nice and thick and tasty as she went. She then told me to relax as she grabbed my butt, one cheek in each hand, and spread my cheeks apart. I then felt something wet slide into my an*s, and nearly lost it. I realized shortly that it was her tongue. I felt her tongue flit in and out and around, and got the hint, she was still teaching me. At that moment, just as I had fit all of d*d’s d*k into my mouth and throat, he exclaimed that he was about to cum. He pulled my head back so that just the head of his d*k was in my mouth, and sent a large, warm, superb amount of sperm into my mouth, and out, over my face. I swallowed it greedily, and licked him clean. He then turned around and spread his cheeks. I put my face into his crack and began licking his an*s. Once a few minutes had past, m***r took her tongue out of my butt, and I was told to switch to her. I removed my tongue from my f***r’s butt, and turned around to see m*m waiting with her cheeks spread, so I proceeded to lick her an*s. F***r asked her opinion of my licking, and she said that I was good, but needed more practice. f***r agreed. M***r then asked him about my c*k s*king skills. He said that I was a natural, and, with just a little more practice, I could completely get rid of my gag reflex. M***r then said that I could stop, so I did. They asked me then which I liked more; licking p*sy, or s*king c*k. I gleefully shouted “Cock!” in reply. D*d laughed, and said that he had “called it”. I learned later that they had bet on which I would prefer.
We then ate supper, and, when finished, returned to their bedroom. Classes would conclude tonight, as I did not have school tomorrow. M***r then lay down on the bed, and f***r once again climbed on top of her. This time, though, he stuck his d*k into her p*sy. I had seen them in this position before, but never knew what they were doing. He stated thrusting into and out of her p*sy as she moaned and began with the “yes, oh yes” again. Then it was my turn. I was hard, but when I put it into m***r’s p*sy, it grew just a little more. I began to thrust. This was more difficult then they had made it appear to be, but it felt great. When I was about to cum, she told me to pull my d*k out and cum on her chest. I did so, and my f***r scooped up two fingers full and said that m*m was right. I licked up the rest while m*m petted and kissed me. Then d*d started licking my an*s again. He proceeded to insert one finger, then two, stretching it out. Once he had done this, he poured some lube on my butt and told me to breathe deep and relax. I did so, and felt something large entering my little *ss. As it slid in, I winced in pain. M*m said that the pain would subside shortly. D*d told me to lift my butt a little, and pushed in the rest of the way when I had. Once his d*k was all of the way in, the pain began to subside. He asked if I was ready for him to move, and I said that it was ok. He slowly worked his d*k in and out of my *ss, and the pain that I had felt before was now becoming pleasure, my d*k got hard, and I heard myself moaning. Every time his d*k hit one certain spot, my mind would go blank. When he started thrusting with more emphasis, my vision began to blur, and I started shouting like m*m had when d*d thrust into her. I came as he was still thrusting into me. Everything went white, my hips were moving on their own, I was overcome with ecstasy. The last thing I saw was my m***r, smiling at me, and I thought that I heard her say “You were right again, dear.”. Then I felt his hot sperm flow deep into my *ss, and passed out.
When I came to, m***r was still holding me. I asked if f***r having sex with me had been a dream, and she said “No, dear. Your f***r put it to you really well.”, “You seemed to enjoy it greatly.”. I said that I had never experienced such tremendous pleasure. D*d then came in and said “How is d***y’s little c*k s*ker?”. M***r replied “He’s awake, and seems to be in good spirits.”, “He may even be up for another round.”. I got up, went over to my f***r, gave him a big hug, and said “Thank you, d***y, I love you and m*m.”, “You’re the best p***nts anyone could ever have.” “And…umm…if you want…umm…” my *ss was twitching like mad. D*d then cut me off, saying “Does my little c*k slut want more?”, “You know what to do, right?”. I took his d*k, put it in my mouth, and began to s*k on it. I gagged much less when I took it down my throat, and f***r said “Oh, that’s good.”, “You’re d***y’s good little c*k s*ker.”. That made me smile, even with an adult’s c*k in my young mouth. I was d***y’s good c*k s*ker… Then he told me to stop s*king, and place my d*k into my m***r’s *ss and wait. She had already lubed up, so my small d*k went in easily. F***r made sure that I was still lubricated enough, then put his d*k into my *ss. It went in smoother, and with no pain this time. He told me to start moving my hips when he began to thrust with his. I obeyed. I started to feel intense pleasure immediately. Then m***r did something completely unexpected; she started playing with my nipples. Holy hello!, pleasure just jumped to 11. I took this as a hint, and began to s*k on her breasts. She started to moan, and tease my nipples more, so I knew that I was right. At this point, I, of course, was moaning and panting, and drooling, slack-jawed, with my tongue hanging out. I came twice before d*d filled me up with his cum. After he pulled out, I pulled out, spun around and licked him clean. He was surprised that I had done this on my own, without any prompting. I asked if I had done well, and he told me that I had done better than he or m*m had expected. I was beaming with pride. “I’m d***y’s good little c*k s*ker”, I said. “Yes, you’re d***y’s good little c*k slut, indeed.”, he said. “D***y’s got himself the finest little sissy c*k slut there ever was, and we love our little sissy c*k slut.”, m***r chimed in.
I continued to be d***y’s little sissy c*k slut for years to come, hell I still am, but I also started s*king off some of the boys at school. I would even bring some of them home, to ‘play’ with, I just couldn’t get enough c*k. I garnered quite the reputation among my classmates, I even took to wearing a girl’s uniform. Between my slutty reputation, my feminine features, and the girl’s uniform, even the boys who teased and hit me eventually became my ‘customers’. The girls were a different story. Most of them were jealous because most of the boys came to me, or should I say came in me. I always got ‘good grades’ from my male teachers, if you know what I mean, and those times that I was sent to the principal’s office, well… <locking the door> “It would seem that you’ve been a naughty boy.” “I’ve been veery naughty, mister principal.” “And what, do you suppose we should do about that.” “Naughty boys need to be punished, please punish me with your long, hard rod.” Heehee, school was such fun.
When I turned s**t*n, m***r began filming my escapades with d*d and his friends (other men in the p*rn industry). These films were only for our private viewing, of course. I watched them again and again while I masturbated, and f***r would show them to his friends before calling me into the room.
Upon turning eighteen, I began working for the same studios where m*m and d*d were employed. I was now a part of the ‘f**ly business’ again. I was now earning money for being a sissy c*k slut, and I loved every minute of it. I was finally the star that I had been born to be, and I had more c*k than even I could handle.
I love my job, I love my life, but most of all, I love my p***nts. They gave me so much love, support, understanding, compassion, and knowledge. I am so grateful that they raised me, I cannot imagine my life with any other p***nts. Some of you may say that they abused me, that they made me into a slutty c*k s*ker. I say that you’re wrong. They never harmed me, never hit me, never insulted me (sissy c*k slut is not an insult, it’s a badge of honor that I wear proudly), never smashed my hopes or dreams, never f***ed me to do anything, never shamed or embarrassed me, and they never lied to me. I am proud to be who I am, I harbor no secrets, and no shame; how many of you can say that. As for my p***nts “turning me into a slut”, I would have become a c*k slut with or without them, but with their help, I am not burdened with guilt about who I truly am. They are the best p***nts that any c***d could ever have, ever.