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1.
Billie walked along the candy counter, his
mouth watering at all the sweets he couldn’t afford. On a half day from school,
his mum had told him to go straight home while she was at work, but Billie was
hungry having not eaten since yesterday. Billie picked up a chocolate bar, and
put it back. He looked round at the other customers. He couldn’t see anyone
watching.
From the next aisle, Margaret watched the
young boy with interest. She took note of his scruffy shoes, his unwashed
shirt, and too small short trousers. Billie looked like he needed a good scrub
in the bath and a new set of clothes.
Billie looked round again, and slid the bar
of chocolate into his pocket. He started to walk quickly towards the exit when
Margaret’s hand pulled him back by the shoulder.
“Come with me young man!” Margaret was firm
but not unfriendly. She led Billie into a back office. Strictly speaking,
Margaret should have waited until Billie had actually left the store as she
knew that technically, it wasn’t shoplifting until then.
Margaret fished about in Billie’s pocket and
pulled out the chocolate bar. “Well young man, were you going to pay for this?”
Billie looked down at his shoes. “No Miss, I
don’t have any money.” Tears started to roll down his cheek.
“What’s your name young man?”
“Billie Miss, Billie Tomkins Miss.”
“And how old are you Billie?”
“Ten Miss.”
“Thank you Billie, now why did you take the
chocolate if you were not going to pay for it?”
“I’m sorry Miss, I was hungry and... I’m
sorry, I won’t do it again Miss, honest.”
Margaret looked at the skinny boy, at the
thin legs sticking out of his shorts and the patches in his grubby shirt.
“Stand up Billie, I have to search you.”
Margaret felt in his pockets, and around his
shirt. She could feel his ribs sticking out. Normally she would have no
hesitation in ringing the police, even though Billie was too young to be
charged. Instead she picked up the phone and called the home number of Police
Detective Sergeant Bob Wilson, a long time friend and occasional lover. “Hello;
is that the police, I’m afraid we have a young shoplifter that needs to be
taken care of.”
Billie broke down in tears as she made the
phone call.
“Come on; let’s get you cleaned up before the
police arrive.” Margaret led Billie into the ladies toilet and scrubbed his
face and hands clean before returning to the office. “Are you really hungry
Billie?”
Billie looked down at his shoes again. “Yes
Miss, I’ve not had anything to eat today.”
“Well you had better eat the chocolate then;
we can’t put it back on sale now, can we?” Margaret smiled at Billie and handed
him the chocolate bar.
Billie eagerly took the wrapper off the
chocolate and bit a big chunk off the end. In just a few seconds the chocolate
had gone and Billie wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
The door opened and Sergeant Wilson’s large
frame appeared in the doorway. “Now then what have we got here?” Sergeant’s
Wilson’s voice boomed in the small room.
“A shoplifter I’m afraid.” Margaret replied.
She filled in the details of the crime as Billie sat and stared at the floor.
Margaret whispered into Bob’s ear “The poor love looks starving. I think he
just needs a decent meal and a good talking to.”
“Right then Billie, you had better come with
me. Can I have the evidence please Margaret?”
“Oops, Billie has eaten it.” Margaret
squeezed Bob’s hand
“Oh well, I see, well never mind. Come with
me Billie, please.”
“Please don’t take me to the police station,
please mister.”
“I didn’t say I was going to, did I?” Bob
pushes Billie into the railway station cafe as he says it. “Can I have two all
day breakfasts please love and two mugs of tea” he calls out to the woman
behind the counter.
He pushes Billie into a corner seat and sits
next to him.
“Tell me about yourself Billie, why are you
so hungry you wanted to be stealing something?”
Billie explained that he hadn’t had any food
today; and only some bread and margarine yesterday.
Billie tucked into his food as soon as it
came. Bob ate one handed, his other hand resting on Billie’s leg. Gradually he
moved his hand higher until it was resting at the top of Billie’s thigh.
“Did you say your mum is home at three? Well
we had better get going then if we are going to get everything done and get you
home.”
Bob paid for the meals and led Billie to his
car. “Now Billie, I’m not going to take you to the police station, okay?”
Billie sat in the front, and Bob drove
towards the park, and parked in a quiet car park area.
Bob leaned across and stroked Billie’s
shoulders and then started rubbing Billie’s cock. Billie’s small cock
immediately reacted and became stiff. Bob undid Billie’s trousers and pushed
them down, along with some faded worn out underpants. Bob leaned across and
sucked Billie’s cock into his mouth, licking all round it. Billie squirmed as
he had never felt anything like this before. He had played around at school,
holding other boys’ cocks and even looking closely at a girl’s cunt, but
nothing like this.
Bob pushed down his own trousers, just as
Billie shuddered as he had a dry come. “Now it is your turn to do that to me
Billie!” Bob instructed Billie as he pulled his head towards his own 7 inch
cock straining upwards.
Billie looked at the giant cock compared to
his own that was inches from his face. Bob pushed down harder and Billie instinctively
opened his mouth and swallowed the head of Bob’s cock. He tried to lick all round it like Bob had done to him.
Bob pushed his head down further as he
started making rapid movements with his hips as he was getting closer to coming.
He pushed harder and his cock slipped into Billie’s throat as he came. Cum
spurted into Billie’s mouth and throat as wave after wave of cum shot out of
him.
Eventually the spurting finished and he let
go of Billie’s head. He wiped the cum off of Billie’s
face with an old cloth. The both got dressed again. “Well done Billie, you did
a good job.” Bob rubbed Billie’s hair. “Let’s get you home Billie, but I will
need to come round and see your mum tonight, okay, just to let her know you are
not in trouble, in case anyone sees the police car.”
“Okay Mister Wilson.”
2.
At 5:30, Bob waited outside Woolies and picked up Margaret. After dinner, as Bob and
Margaret lay together in bed sweating from a really long fuck, Bob explained
that he had taken Billie to the cafe, and then the park for a bit of fun.
“Yeah, I know your type of fun. Was he good?”
Margaret stroked his cock back to life. “Did you stick your lovely cock up his
tiny arse and fuck him or did you shoot your cum into his throat. Margaret slid
down the bed and sucked Bob’s cock and balls.
“He sucks a good cock, and in time he’ll be a
good fuck. But never as good as you my sweet.” Bob rolled Margaret over and
inserted his hard again cock into Margaret’s very wet cunt for another longer
fuck. “Do you want to come over with me tonight to meet his mum?”
“I will as long as you fuck me again
afterwards.” Margaret groaned loudly as another orgasm ripped through her body.
At 7:15 Bob pulled up outside a small
terraced house. The garden was overgrown, with rubbish and litter gathering in
corners. Bob and Margaret heard a voice shouting at Billie to get the door, and
shortly afterwards Billie opened the door and let them in.
In the smoky front room Beryl Tomkins sat in
an old chair watching a small black and white television. She glanced up and
turned back to the television. “Are you the police?” She stubbed out a
cigarette into an overflowing ashtray and lit another cigarette. “Make them a
cup of tea Billie.”
“I’ll help.” Margaret followed Billy into an
untidy kitchen. She saw Billie’s tea on a small table, bread and margarine, as
Billie filled a kettle and set it on the stove to boil. Margaret washed a
couple of chipped cups as best she could in the cold water, and washed out the
tea pot.
In the front room Bob was trying to explain
over the sound of the television that Billie wasn’t in any sort of trouble.
Beryl’s eyes never left the television as she answered “he’s nothing but
trouble just like ‘is dad.”
Billie finished his bread and Margaret made
some tea, taking an opportunity to look in the cupboards. She found a small
number of tins, some bread and apart from a bottle of gin, not a lot else.
Bob pulled Billie to him in the lounge while
Margaret handed Beryl a cup of tea. Beryl looked over briefly to say ‘ta’ during the advert break, but was soon looking at the
television again as the theme tune of the soap opera started.
With Margaret standing, rather than move old
newspapers out of the way to sit down, Bob pulled Billie tight to him and
rubbed his hands over Billie’s cock. Margaret tried to talk to Beryl to say
Billie was basically a good lad, but he made a small mistake today, but
everything is okay now, but Beryl’s eyes never left the television.
Margaret looked at Bob to see he now had
Billie’s small cock out in the open and was stroking it. She rubbed her own
cunt through her slacks, excited at the sight.
The theme music cut in to say another advert
break, and Bob quickly put Billie’s hard cock back into his trousers. His own
cock was hard and pressing into Billie’s back.
“Sometimes he just needs a good spanking, but
I’m too tired to do it.” Beryl lit another cigarette and turned back to the
television and laughed at a commercial.
“Would you like us to spank him?” Bob asked.
“Whatever you want.
Sshh
.”
Bob looked at Margaret. He turned Billie
round and pulled down his trousers. At the same time he released his own very
hard cock and pulling Billie towards him he pushed Billie’s mouth down onto his
cock. Billie started sucking the end of Bob’s cock while Margaret pretended to
spank Billie’s bare bum. Making the smacking sounds against her other hand so
she didn’t hurt Billie.
Beryl glanced over. “Good.” She said and
quickly went back to watching the television.
Bob grunted as cum flew into Billie’s mouth.
Billie swallowed hard and only a little amount of cum dripped from his mouth.
Beryl mopped it up with a handkerchief.
Margaret did a final hard slap straight onto
Billie’s bare bum as he stood up, mainly so it would look red, as Bob tucked
his cock back into his trousers.
The ending theme tune came on and Beryl
looked round and shouted at Billie. “And don’t get into trouble again.”
“You know, if you like Mrs Tomkins, I could
help Billie keep out of trouble, and help with his school work.” Margaret tried
hard to keep her attention on Beryl even though she desperately wanted to stick
her fingers up her now very wet cunt.
“Whatever.” Was the only reply she got, followed
by her shouting at Billie, “do what these people want and stay out of trouble.”
The theme tune to a quiz show started and
Beryl’s attention went back to the television.
“Okay, I will pick Billy up after school, and
give him some dinner and then help him. Okay Mrs Tomkins?”
“Yes.” Beryl laughed at the jokes on
television. “Whatever you want.”
Margaret bent down and kissed Billie on the
cheek. “I’ll pick you up after school Billie. Okay?”
“Okay Miss.” Billie blushed.
3.
At 3:30 the next day Billie walked out of
school to see Margaret waiting for him. He automatically grabbed her hand and
they walked to her car.
“What have you eaten today Billie?”
“I had dinner at school Miss but it was
horrible.”
They walked together to Margaret’s car, and
she drove into town and stopped outside a chippy.
They then drove to her house just outside town on a new estate.
Billie sat in the shiny new kitchen eating
his fish and chips while Margaret made some tea. She set down a mug of hot tea
in front of Billie.
“I bought you some things today Billie, I
hope they fit. I got you a new shirt, trousers and some underwear. But first,
you need a bath; you can’t try them on looking like that.”
Margaret ran the bathwater while Billie got undressed.
“God! You really are just skin and bone.” She thought to herself as she
gathered up his dirty clothes to put in the washing machine.
Margaret had thought she might get in the
bath with Billie, to introduce him to new things, but seeing the bathwater
change colour as Billie got in, she thought better of it. “Another
time.” She chuckled to herself.
She checked on Billie, and helped him wash
his hair, and made him stand up to make sure he was clean all round. She
towelled him dry and made him put on one of her shorter nylon nighties, “just so you can come downstairs”.
Billie sat in the kitchen with another mug of
tea, watching as Margaret set about peeling some potatoes. “Sausages and mash
for dinner Billie. Okay?”
“Yes please Miss.”
“You can call me Auntie Margaret, and Mr
Wilson is Uncle Bob. Okay?”
“Okay Mi... Auntie Margaret. Is Uncle Bob
coming here today?”
“Not today, he is working. Right then, let’s
look at your schoolwork together.”
Billie pulled some tatty notes out of his bag
and tried to sort them into order.
Margaret helped Billie sort out what he
needed to do. “I’m just going up for my bath. Do your best to do all the work
before I come back down. Just come up and ask me if you get stuck, Okay?”
“Yes Mi... Auntie Margaret.”
After cleaning the bath and running a new
bath with fragranced bubbles, Margaret lay back in the soapy bubbles thinking
about Billie. “I really don’t want to send him back to that dreadful woman.”
She was thinking as she heard a knock on the bathroom door.
“Come in Billie.” Margaret called through the
door. The door opened a tiny bit.
“I’m stuck on my arithmetic Auntie Margaret.”
Billie whispered from the other side of the door.
“Come in Billie, I need to see what the problem
is.” Billie opened the door slightly wider. “Bring it to me Billie.”
Billie held up his notes. As Margaret
explained what he needed to do Billie stared at the large tits in front of him.
Through the nylon negligee he was wearing, Margaret could see his little cock
become very hard. “Did you understand Billie?”
“Um, yes Miss, I mean Auntie Margaret.”
“Well off you go then.” Margaret chuckled as
Billie closed the door and ran back downstairs.
After her bath Margaret went to her bedroom
and phoned Susan Denning, a social worker who is also a close friend. She
explained about Billie’s home and mother. The social worker promised to call on
Mrs Tomkins that evening and to phone Margaret back afterwards.
Margaret got dressed and went to the kitchen.
She found Billie sitting upright, his homework finished he was just staring
into space. “Are you okay Billie?”
Billie jumped up “Yes Miss, I mean Auntie
Margaret. I finished my work and didn’t know what to do.”
“Did you want to watch television while I finish
cooking?”
“No thanks Auntie Margaret. I never watch
television.”
Margaret chatted to Billie while she cooked.
She asked about his dad, name and whereabouts unknown, his school and school
friends.
Eventually she set a plate of steaming mash
and fat sausages swimming in dark gravy in front of Billie.
Billie was washing the dishes after dinner
when there was a knock on the door.
Susan Denning came into the kitchen and said
hello to Billie. “Billie, I need to talk to Auntie Margaret, will you stay in
the kitchen for me?”
“Yes Miss.”
Susan and Margaret went into the lounge.
“What a ghastly woman!” Susan exclaimed. “I have seen all kinds in my job, but
she is well towards the bottom of the heap.”
“Did she turn the television off?” Margaret joked
if only to stop Susan from getting angry again.
Susan laughed and calmed down a bit. “No she
didn’t. Anyway, I’ve got a few of Billie’s things in the car although there
isn’t much.” Susan held Margaret’s hands. “Can Billie stay with you tonight or
for a few days until I can sort something out for him? I have arranged for the
team to go over tomorrow and get her to sign some papers to give up Billie. She
seemed keen to do so to be honest. It was the first time she actually turned
away from the television.”
“Of course he can stay for as long as he
wants, he is a really nice boy.”
“And can you keep Bob away from him, as he
might need a medical. I know you like little boys and girls, like I do, but you
know, I need him ‘undamaged’ for a few days.”
“Bob’s not around until next weekend anyway,
but as long as I, or we, can play in the meantime.”
Susan smiled and squeezed Margaret’s hand.
She pulled her closer and kissed her, pushing her tongue into Margaret’s mouth.
Her hand went to Margaret’s tits, before Margaret pulled away. “Small boy in
the kitchen” she reminded Susan.
“Oh yes, can you ask him to come in?”
Billie came in and looked at the lovely soft,
clean sofa. He had to be encouraged that it was okay for him to sit down.
Susan explained that Billie’s mum wasn’t
capable of looking after him anymore and that he was to stay with Auntie
Margaret for a few days.
“Okay Miss.”
“You can call me Auntie Susan, okay Billie?”
“Okay Auntie Susan.”
Billie woke up in a dark room, in a big soft bed.
He heard giggling and could feel movement next to him and further down the bed.
Before he could move a soft arm draped across him and pulled him closer to a
warm naked body. “It’s okay, go back to sleep Billie.” He could feel more
movement in the bed until another soft hand landed on his hip as Susan stopped
licking Margaret’s cunt and moved up to drape her arm across Margaret and tried
to pull both Margaret and Billie closer to her.
Billie felt very safe and drifted back off to
sleep.
4.
The smell of bacon drifted up the stairs and
Billie rolled over to find himself in an empty bed. He was still wearing the
short negligee from the day before as he slowly walked down the stairs to find
both Margaret and Susan in the kitchen, fully dressed. Billie rubbed his eyes
from sleep, as well as disbelief, when a plate of bacon sandwiches was put in
front of him on the table.
He quickly demolished the lot and a mug of
tea.
“Go and get washed and dressed, Auntie Susan
and I are taking you to school today.
While Susan and Margaret went to talk to
Billie’s teacher, Billie went to the toilet block in the schoolyard. As Billie
pissed, he heard the familiar sounds of Mr Hawkins the janitor fucking one of
the older boys in the end cubicle. Billie peeked round the corner and saw Tommy
Jones bending over the broken toilet with Mr Hawkins ramming his huge cock in
and out of Tommy’s arse. “Next year this will be your arse Tomkins!” Mr Hawkins
pulled almost completely out of Tommy’s arse so Billie could see all 9 inches
of his fat cock, before ramming it back in really hard. Mr Hawkins grunted
loudly as he came. He wiped his cock clean on Tommy’s shirt and shoved his
still hard cock back into his dungarees and left.
Tommy cleaned himself up as best he could.
“Does it hurt?” Billie asked.
“Not after the first few times. Looks like he
has chosen you for next year when I go to the grammar school. Just try and
relax so it’s over quickly Billie.”
To be continued..........
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