Perverts 'R' Us

Clare's Story

By Nobody True ( M/gg, oral, cons )

It was strange how my cousin Molly started going missing. Never in when I went to call on her, she was either out, in the bath, asleep in her room, or just too tired to come out to play. It was strange, I thought, that nobody else had started to notice.

Anyway it was a Saturday morning that I followed her, as she sneaked around to Big Clem's flat. On Saturdays we usually spent the whole day at the local swimming baths. Molly hadn't been for a few weeks, and that's what made me suspicious. We loved going, especially to flirt and wind up the local boys.

Outside Clem's flat I waited, watching the lobby door for her to come outside. At first I thought she must be doing an errand. I'd waited over half an hour and she was still in there. I wandered up the stairs to see what she was up to. The front door to Big Clem's flat was slightly ajar. I listened, hearing them talking, whispering now and again.

Suddenly the door opened wide, and there Big Clem stood in front of me, with just his tatty jeans on, saying "Come in, Clare. You took your time." I stared at him confused as he ushered me in to the living room. Molly was sitting on the couch smiling, a glass of cider in her hand. She patted the couch beside her, beckoning me to sit down, so I did.

"Fancy a drink?" Big Clem said. I looked at Molly and she nodded her head, so I nodded.

"Lost your tongue, Clare?" Clem said.

I stared at him and said "Yes, please." He smirked, looked at Molly, and winked. She giggled.

Big Clem went into the kitchen to get the drinks, and I turned looked at Molly. She seemed different somehow. The tiny pink tank top she was wearing, that showed her midriff was all creased, as was the white skirt that barely covered her thighs. Dirty hand marks covered her boobs. I asked what was going on. I thought we were going swimming to meet some lads.

She giggled, "I don't need to now."

"What, Why, How?"

She smiled and nodded towards the kitchen.

"Big Clem?" I exclaimed.

She smiled and nodded, whispering "Yes."

I stared at her, "All the way?" She nodded.

"When?" I asked.

"For weeks now. Every chance I get to call 'round."

"Oh wow" I exclaimed in shock.

Big Clem came back in, carrying two full glasses of cider. He passed one to Molly and the other to me. I put the carrier bag I was holding on the floor.

"I'm just going to pop 'round the shop, Molly, for another couple of bottles and leave you two to chat, OK?"

She smiled up at him. "OK, Clem. Don't be long."

As he left, I turned to Molly and asked, "How did you know I was following you?"

"I didn't. Clem was watching out of the window for me, and saw you sneak 'round the corner. I was going to tell you, but Clem said to wait awhile."

She told me what had happened, said it hurt like hell the first time, but was fantastic now, and Clem that made her cum all the time. She said he had been asking questions about me, and they were wondering how to ask me to call around.

Big Clem came back in, carrying four bottles of cider, and saying "Molly, you're mum's looking for you."

"Why?" Molly exclaimed.

Apparently Ruth had fallen off her bike and needed to go to the hospital for stitches and Molly was needed to look after baby Jane, her little sister.

She got up, saying "See you later, Clem?"

I stood up as if to follow her, and Clem said, "You can stay and keep me company, if you want."

I stared up at him, not sure what to say, hoping Molly would say something.

She stared at me, saying, "Go on, Clare. I won't be long anyway," she promised.

"Oh, OK then."

Clem smiled at me, and then at Molly. He walked to the door, whispering to her. He came back in sat down next to me, asking "Do you want that filled up?"

I looked down at my empty glass and nodded. Clem filled both glasses, him taking big swigs out of his, while I sipped mine.

"You don't say a lot, do you?"

I nodded and shook my head, "I don't know what to say."

"What did Molly tell you, then?"

"Everything" I replied.

"Did she now, and what do you think?"

"Well, it's up to Molly what she wants to do, I suppose."

"And what about you, are you ready to go all the way?"

I stared at him, "I'm only ten."

"True" he said as he looked me up and down "but you're more developed than Molly."

I followed his eyes down to my chest, thinking he was right. My boobs had swelled out more than Molly's. Thinking to myself, I even had wispy dark hairs on the bulge above my pussy, and I knew Molly hadn't yet.

He emptied his glass saying, "come on, drink up."

I did, and he refilled them. "So Clare, what's in the bag?"

"Just a towel and some clean pants. We were supposed to go swimming," I stammered.

"I'm going for a bath. Would you like to join me?" I stared at him shocked, not knowing what to say. "Well you've got your cozy on, so it won't make any difference, will it?" I thought about it, he was right.

He got up, took the glasses and two of the bottles and carried them in to the bathroom. I just sat there, not knowing what to do. I heard the tap water running and waited.

"Come on, Clare" he called. He stood in the bathroom doorway in a pair of faded blue shorts. I waited. He walked over, reaching for my hand and pulled me up. I followed him in.

"Hurry up and strip off then."

"Can I keep my cozy on?"

He giggled "Of course you can."

I took off my trainers, tee shirt, and skirt as he refilled the glasses and placed them on a shelf near the bath.

"Hurry up, get in" he said as he stared at me in my tiny, girly-pink cozy. The top was small, hardly covering my boobs. The tiny G-string bottoms just covered the wispy, dark hairs on my mound.

"Which End?" I said.

"Any" he replied.

I got in with my back to him. The bath was deep. The water filled the bath three quarters of the way up, coming up to my shoulders. Soap suds and bubbles floated on the top. It was lovely and warm. Clem got in the tap end and the water rose to the top, spilling out over the edge onto the floor. He looked over and laughed. I laughed.

He placed his legs over mine, and reached under his bottom, finding the plug and emptying some of the water out, then replacing it when the water evened out a couple of inches below the rim. He started flicking water at me, flinging soap bubbles everywhere.

I scooped the water and splashed him, water going everywhere. He laughed and I giggled. We carried on until I got suds in my eyes and couldn't see. He reached out and grabbed a towel, pulling me toward him, between his legs. Wiping my eyes, he said, "OK?"

I smiled and said "Yes, thanks Clem."

"Turn around and I'll wash your back." I did.

I sat between his knees, and Clem gently soaped and sponged my back, undoing the tie that held my cozy top together. He worked the sponge slowly up and down, soaping my neck and shoulders, slipping the straps down my arms, letting the cozy top fall off into the water. He reached around, grabbed it, and threw it onto the floor.

"Are you going to do mine now?" he whispered. I nodded. He passed me the soap, "Just use your hands." I nodded. He pushed me forward, stood up, and turned around.

I turned, and Clem was kneeled up, with his back to me. I had to stand up to reach his shoulders, and I vigorously rubbed the soap into his neck and shoulders, working my hands down his back and rinsing.

"There, finished."

"Are you going to do my front now?"

I giggled and said, "Turn 'round then."

He turned around on his knees, his arms behind his back. I started to soap his chest around his man-boobs, and as I worked down towards his stomach he lifted up, revealing his belly button. I lathered around and around in circles with my hands. A gurgling from the plug hole indicated that he must have caught the plug - the water level was dropping fast. He fished it out, but it didn't have a chain on it. He giggled.

I giggled and kept rubbing. Suddenly I realized that I was rubbing around his abdomen, feeling course hairs between my fingers. He must have taken his shorts off, I looked around the bathroom and they were in the sink. He held my hand there, and the water still drained down the plug hole.

He was squeezing my hand around his hard cock, my middle finger and thumb just touching each other. I stared down at my hand as the water level went down. He put the plug back in and the water stopped gurgling. Putting his hands on my shoulders, he pushed me down onto my knees.

He lifted up, revealing the biggest cock I'd ever seen - twice as big as my daddy's. (I'd seen Daddy's lots of times on a morning as he got up, passing my bedroom to go to the shower room)

The boys at swimming always revealed their tiny cocks to us, while no one else was watching, but this was massive. He let go of my hand, not knowing whether to let go or not.

"Carry on, then?" he said. I let go and soaped the shaft, and then the head. He took the soap from me saying, "Use both hands."

I did, left hand in front of the right, moving them slowly along the shaft, rubbing my right palm around the head. He grabbed my left hand, squeezing it, and said "Like this, keep doing that with your right hand." I did.

He was foaming the soap in his hands and started rubbing my shoulders, down along my arms to my hands, working his way back along the undersides to my armpits, down my sides, and back up to my boob-mounds. He caressed them, slowly rubbing the nipples between his fingers. My nipples got hard straight away, and he smiled.

"You like that, don't you?" I nodded yes.

He lifted me up under my armpits and I stood in front of him, still rubbing his monster. He lathered his hands, rubbing my boobs again to keep my nipples hard and working his way down my chubby belly. My belly button was now full of soap suds, and he moved his hands around to my hips, sliding the G-string down with his thumbs, revealing the wispy dark hairs as the triangular piece of material uncovered my pussy. He continued down my legs to my feet, and I lifted my feet, as he took them off, throwing them onto the floor. I stopped stroking his cock, holding it tightly.

He held me by my hips, staring. "Wow, you are growing up fast, aren't you?"

Looking down, I giggled saying, "Yes, more than Molly."

He agreed. I stood in front of Big Clem naked, the water level just above my knees. Clem ran his hand over my belly and down, splaying the wispy hairs out, down to my pussy, squeezing my pussy lips together, causing my little clit to stick out as it always did.

He rubbed it with his forefinger, and I watched as he made it bigger. I did this often, so I knew how easy it was. His left hand reached around to my bottom, his middle finger in the crease with the tip resting on my arsehole. His right forefinger was opening my lips, slowly rubbing up and down and making them swell. (I can do that, I thought)

I let go of his cock, held onto the wall, and opened my legs, bending my knees outwards as far as the bath would allow me. He slid his finger into my hole, pushing it straight up to the knuckle. Then he removed it and pushed his big finger and index finger in as far as they would go and twiddled them about inside. I didn't flinch.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" I nodded yes. "Have you been fucked?" I nodded yes. "Who by?"

"Jimmy Green."

"Who's Jimmy Green?"

"Just a boy I met at the baths. He was my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?"

"It's OK, he's only eleven."

"Are you sure he fucked you?"

"Oh yes. He put his cock inside my pussy, so that's being fucked, isn't it?"

"Yes, how many times did he fuck you then?"

"Just twice. He finished me after that to go out with little Annie, but he wanted to see me again when Annie wouldn't let him do it to her. I didn't want to."

"Does anybody else know? Was he the only one?"

I answered, "Yes and yes. You're not going to tell, are you?"

"No, don't be silly. Why would I? Come on let's get out now."

"Do we have to?"

"Yes, we can go and play in my bedroom if you want."

"Alright then."

Clem pulled the plug out and got out, picking the towel up he'd used to wipe my eyes. He quickly dried himself and passed me a dry towel. I sat on the edge of the bath, watching him. His cock wasn't hard now, but it was still fat and long, dangling down between his legs, his big ball-sack behind it. He helped dry me and ushered me into his bedroom, collecting a bottle of cider on the way. He sprawled on the bed, his legs open, his cock resting over his balls. (They were the size of tennis balls)

He took a swig from the bottle and passed it to me. I swigged.

"Have you told anyone, Clare?"

"No,"

"Not even your mum?"

"No"

"What happens if he does?"

"He won't. I'll tell my brothers and they will hit him."

"And what about me?"

"I won't tell anyone."

"So what else did you do for him?"

"Just what I already told you, and I sucked his cock as well, that's all."

"Are you going to suck mine and get it hard again, Clare?"

"Yes, if you want, but only 'til my mouth hurts." I moved over between his legs.

"Not like that, turn this way 'round so your feet are by my head."

I moved around, reaching over, my head resting on his right thigh. I stroked it and held it tightly, pulling it towards my mouth, kissing the head. It was getting hard straight away, I moved to get nearer to it, and Clem lifted me up onto his body and opened my legs. I could feel the rough whiskers on his chin against my pussy, as he lifted his knees up and opened them, his cock pointing straight at my mouth. It looked even bigger now, and I was starting to wonder if I could get it in, holding it with both hands while I kissed it. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, scraping it with my teeth as I managed to get the head into my mouth. I stared at the rest of it thinking, "I could get all of Jimmy's cock in my mouth."

Clem's hands reached down, grabbing mine. "Wank it like this" he said, teaching me how to pull the skin backwards and forwards. Jimmy's didn't do this, it just stayed tight.

I felt Clem's hands stroking the insides of my thighs, kissing, his tongue licking around my pussy lips, reaching inside, flicking in and out. He pulled my arse cheeks open, rubbing his finger around my rosebud arsehole, and pushed his tongue into my pussy as far as he could get it. The spikes on his chin rubbed against my clit. I was starting to cum, and he pushed a finger into my arsehole, sliding it in and out. I'd done that myself as well.

Clem carried on and I wanked harder, forcing his cock head into my throat, licking around the shaft. I felt two, maybe three fingers going into my pussy, stretching it open, twiddling about inside me. I felt his hand on my back, his thumb replaced the finger in my arsehole pumping in and out. His fingers turned inside my pussy, still twiddling, his thumb playing with my clit. He was roughly licking the piece of skin in between my arsehole and pussy, and I was cumming. I reached around, trying to push his hands and head away, when I felt my insides go. A nice warm feeling enveloped my body, and he stopped licking,

"Did you like that, Clare?"

"Oh yes, Clem. It's never felt like that before."

He removed his fingers and thumb, "Turn 'round Clare and give me a kiss, then."

I scrambled around quickly, lying on top of him with my legs wide open, his cock resting on my arse, my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his. He forced them open, his tongue slipping in and playing with mine. This was something new, no one had kissed me like this before. He stroked my neck, shoulders down my back, reaching my arse cheeks and cupping them, opening and lifting me up. He kissed my neck, lifting me higher, kissing my boobs, and licking my nipples. His cock head placed at the center of my pussy hole, he pushed me back down, forcing it in.

"No Clem, it's too big, it won't go in!"

"Shush, of course it will. I've had four fingers in there."

"Four? Really, four fingers? God no wonder it felt so good."

"My cock will feel even better, I promise."

His left hand held the back of my head, forcing my lips to his. His tongue shot into my mouth, and he held me there tightly as he moved his feet, lifted his knees, and his cock forced its way in. The head stretched my insides, going deeper than anything else had. A pain shot through my body and I felt sick, muffled cries as I tried to lift up away from it. He pushed a finger up my arsehole, holding me there, as he slid his cock down and pushed again and again, forcing more and more of it in. He slid it down, my pussy lips holding the head in. He let go of my head, and I gasped for breath, my head against his shoulder.

I got my breath back. "That fucking well hurt!" I shouted angrily, "I told you it wouldn't go in,"

"Oh it did, nearly all of it, further than what I can get in Molly."

"Really?"

"Yes, I'll let you relax a bit and we'll try again, OK?"

"Haven't you cum yet, then?"

"No, it's going to take a bit of work to get me to cum, especially as I've been fucking Molly for weeks."

"Clem, will you take your finger out of my arse?" He giggled, and we kissed for a while as I relaxed.

"Are you ready to try again?"

I nodded, "Can I stay on top of you?"

He said "yes" as I slid down his body, allowing the monster back in. It wasn't as hard now, but I knew it would get harder, sliding slowly up and down getting my pussy wet, the strange feeling I had before coming back. His cock was hard now, and he grabbed me by the back of the neck with his right hand, the left one snaking down, as two fingers were pushed into my arse hole. (At least I hoped it was only two)

On my downward stroke, he pushed with me, forcing it hard in and holding me there a few seconds, then releasing, allowing me to move slowly back up. After a few times, I realized this was how he liked it, and allowed him to carry on. I was starting to cum, my insides contracting and legs shaking, he forced me harder and harder, faster and faster, up and down. My insides felt like they were turning inside out.

"Oh god," I shouted, "please cum, please cum," I started crying. I didn't know why, it wasn't hurting anymore, I just wanted Clem to cum.

He kept going, his balls banging against my arse. That's when I realized he must have gotten it all in me. He carried on up and down, up and down. I started shouting again, "Please Clem, fuck me, fuck me hard, harder, oh god, please Clem cum, please cum!"

Suddenly he forced me down hard onto his balls, his cock twitching deep inside my pussy, once, twice, three times. He let out a moan as he exploded inside me. I swear I could feel his cum filling my womb as he pushed it in and out a few times, his cock still twitching inside me like mad. He let his legs fall flat on the bed and pulled the two fingers out of my arse.

He then kissed me, saying "you're the best fuck I've had for ages."

"Really, and what about Molly then?"

"Well you'll have to get here before Molly does in the future." (I never thought of that)

"I think I love you, Big Clem" I said.

He kissed me again. "They all say that. Now, tell me about little Annie?"

We both giggled as I told him about her, she was our second cousin, her mum being my and Molly's mum's cousin, that she was eleven, mousy-blonde hair, blue eyes, only a tiny little thing. I told him what Jimmy had done to her, and that she wouldn't go all the way with him. Clem seemed intrigued.

We had arranged that I would call around one night, Molly the next, until Saturday, when one of us could spend the day with him, and the other had to call on Annie as usual and go swimming, until he'd worked out a plan. He asked both of us around on Saturday evening to meet one of his biker friends, Angus. Angus was a scotch, thin, wiry man, and a strange character. I didn't like him much, but he was quite taken with Molly, and she seemed to like him. Anyhow, Clem took me into his bedroom as it was my night, leaving Molly and Angus alone. Clem and I were having a wonderful time until I realized I needed the toilet badly. I rushed out of the bedroom, not taking any notice of Molly and Angus on the way to the toilet. Sitting on the loo, I heard Molly moaning. "God," I thought, "she's about to cum." I managed to open the door a little to see what they were doing,

Molly was sat on Angus' knees, her back towards him, eyes tightly closed and biting her bottom lip in total concentration. Her feet were resting on the edge of the couch, her legs wide open, and all eight of Angus' fingers inside her pussy, his thumbs playing with her clit. Molly was rocking franticly backwards and forwards, both of them completely naked, (Shocked, I realized where his cock was)

I sneaked past them, staring. Back in the bedroom with Clem, I told him what I'd seen, he said I shouldn't be nosy, and would I like to try it like that?

Staring at Clem's cock, I said, "No."

"You can call 'round tomorrow night as well, Clare."

"But it's Molly's night."

"I know, but I've got a surprise for you."

"I'm not letting Angus fuck me."

He giggled and continued to play with me. He was asking about Annie again, and I told him she had hairs on her pussy and hardly any boobs, but she had massive nipples. Clem looked at me quizzically.

"We do look at each other when we get changed in the baths."

Sunday evening

Molly, Clem, and I sat on the couch as Clem explained his plan. "It's a bank holiday on Monday," he said, "and what were you going to do all day?"

Molly said, "We were just going to go to the baths."

"All three of you?" We both nodded. "Well," he said, "We could go up to Carney Lake, up the forest, on the bikes if you like?"

We both nodded like mad. Clem got two crash helmets out of his wardrobe. "Here Molly, try this on." She did, and it fit quite well.

I tried the other, saying "It's too small."

"That's OK, it should fit Annie" he said.

"But what about me? You're not leaving me here all alone."

Clem giggled, "You won't be on your own."

I stared at him as he cuddled Molly, and suddenly the front door opened. A short, stocky man came into the room, carrying two crash helmets. "You OK, Ralph?" Clem said.

We stared at him as he smiled. He had short dark hair and a goatee beard.

"I'm fine" he said.

"This is Molly and that's Clare."

Ralph put one of the crash helmets on the floor and walked over to me. He took my hand, kissing it, "Nice to meet you," he said as he pulled me up standing. He sat in my place on the couch, pulling me onto his knees. "Here, try this on?" as he passed me the other helmet.

"It fits" I said.

He giggled, "Right then. Clem, what time Monday morning?"

"About nine should be OK, eh girls?" we both stared and nodded at Clem. "Come on, Molly" as Clem walked into his bedroom, "let's leave them to get acquainted."

I really liked Ralph, especially after he'd played with me and I sucked his cock, making him cum quite quickly (not like Clem, it seemed to take Clem ages to cum, Ralph's cock wasn't as big as Clem's but it was as thick).

When we left Clem's flat to go home, Clem had said to wear short skirts or shorts, and tee shirts. I knew what I was going to wear straight away, and I also knew what Molly would wear. We both rushed around to tell Annie what time we would be meeting her, and what to wear. Molly and I had kept a secret from Clem.

The end