Perverts 'R' Us

Our "Thing" (Part 1)

By Ralph Kramden ( pedo, MM/fg )

I'm not going to tell you where I am. I'm not even going to tell you how I got here. Look across the street. See a late model van parked there? It could be ours. Let's just say we could be in your town, or maybe we were in your town last fall, or will be this spring. It's our "Thing".

I met Clive in Bangkok where we were both on a sex tour of Thailand. Clive isn't his real name of course; I don't know what his real name is and he doesn't know mine either. I live in one of the western states of the U.S. and he lives in one of the eastern ones, or one of the eastern provinces. I don't know. He speaks English.

We'd tired of the night-life in Phuket. The girls were pretty but they were jaded and their pimps were thieves, I swear. They have laws in Thailand just like every other place, proscribing sex with under-aged girls but those laws are seldom enforced. But to hear the pimps squawk when you asked them for a nice, tight eight-year-old , say, you'd think we were asking them to commit murder. The girls always seemed to be somehow "available" eventually, when the price got high enough.

We had seen enough of the "pussy shows" too; you know, the ones where the girls shove chops-sticks in their cunts or smoke cigarettes with their twats. We needed to get away from the tourist spots where the farang (foreigners) got hosed.

We learned of a festival or carnival in a distant town called Chantaburi, Thailand, right on the Cambodian border. It sounded like a fun place to go so we hopped a plane and checked into a nice hotel there for less than a third of a comparable room in Phuket or Bangkok.

This is really a remote part of Thailand and it seems its economy revolves around the Thai army which is stationed there to protect the border.

The festival was a regional thing and there were many Thais from the surrounding area crowding the city. In some ways it was fairly modern with a ferris wheel and rides for the kids. There was a myriad of booths offering food, games and various items for sale. It reminded me of the county fairs I used to go to as a kid back in the States.

I noticed a booth with four young girls inside it. I called Clive over to watch as four young soldiers joined the girls and a curtain went down. Thirty seconds later the curtain came back up and the four guys, with satisfied looks on their faces were replaced with four more guys, some of them soldiers, and the curtain came down again for thirty seconds.

We got in line to buy a ticket (about eight cents). When our turn came we joined the girls along with a couple of young locals. As soon as the curtain came down the girl I was facing grabbed my hand, stuck it down in her panties and pushed my finger into her cunt.

Seconds later she pulled my hand out of her pussy and simultaneously the curtain came back up. This was an amazing deal. For only eight cents, American, I had got a great, though brief, feel of a twelve year old's pussy.

Clive was excited too. We went a couple more times to check out the other girls. I thought it might be fun to grope one of the girl's breasts, so as soon as the curtain went down I ignored her direction and grabbed her crotch and left breast at the same time. I kind of roughly twisted her tit and she began to cry, but when the curtain went back up again she was all smiles. Amazing.

This wasn't the only booth either. We checked them all out. I tried to see who was in charge of these booths, thinking we could get one of the girls up to our room for a good fuck but my language skills were so poor in Thai. I used sign language and held out my wallet but they seemed not to understand what a middle finger going in and out of a clenched fist meant. More probably the girls were not for sale. I finally gave up.

Later I found out that I was acting like a loco farang, which I guess I was. One reason the girls in the booths were so young was that they were just starting their careers in the sex trade, an ubiquitous and highly regarded profession (not by the Thais, perhaps, but by everyone else). The girls were acquainting themselves with being touched sexually. They were learning to be stoic when hurt or abused. In a natural state, the Thais don't like to be touched. Pat one on the head sometime and you'll see what I mean.

There was a stage in about the center of the carnival where beautiful young girls were sitting in chairs. Boys would buy a ticket and take it to the girl he chose and they would dance and dance all over the stage until the music stopped. I was tempted because just to have my arms around one of these beauties would be a treat.

Clive, however, wanted to get laid so we went back to the hotel and asked how that could be arranged. The hotel guy called a taxi which took us to a large warehouse-type building. A guy came out who could speak tolerable English and he showed us all the girls; there must have been 100 or so of them. I guess they brought in a bunch for the festival. They were all young and beautiful. I picked a little older one, about 16 I'd guess. She had had a western breast job. Thai girls are usually pretty flat-chested.

I think she was pretty smart to plow her savings back into her body. At such a young age she had lots of tricks ahead of her and she knew she could demand a higher price with big tits. They looked great, if a little strange, on a Thai teen.

For a few extra baht I convinced the pimp to let Clive and me bring our girls to the hotel instead of fucking them on a filthy mattress on the floor of the warehouse. Privacy cost more I guess, because there were Thai couples all over the floor fucking their brains out.

Clive picked the youngest girl he could find. It's hard to tell just how old Thai girls are, but Clive's certainly hadn't reached puberty yet.

On the way to the hotel I asked the pimp about the girls, Mot and Nui. Mine (Mot) was noticeably lighter skinned than Clive's; also taller. The pimp said that she was part Chinese while Clive's (Nui) was an orphan smuggled in from Cambodia. Nui was much younger and thus, shorter. This may or may not have been true, about being partly Chinese. The Thais revere the Chinese and despise the Cambodians and Burmese in ways that aren't clear to us. I guess it's like those Mexicans who claim Spanish ancestry and deny being part Indian. I'm sure that Mot brought a higher price because of her fair skin and Chinese heritage.

We had two double beds in the hotel but we just used one so that we could fuck side by side and trade girls every once in awhile. Clive really liked the youngest girls he could find, but I noticed he didn't mind feeling Mot's tits while he was fucking Nui.

After we got rid of the pimp, I fixed a drink for the four of us in the room. Surprisingly Mot could speak pretty good English. I learned that she was taught Mandarin and English by her father before he split and went back to Shanghai when that city's economy took off. Her mother, with three kids was abandoned. The remaining family took a vote (sort of) and since Mot was the youngest and a female, her mother sold her to a guy in town. Mot didn't know the price.

This practice is highly illegal in Thailand today but then, and in the out-reaches today, it probably still goes on.

Her mother's cousin is a doctor in Bangkok and did the breast implants on Mot when he was visiting the family in Chantaburi. The original idea was that with more westerners coming to Thailand for inexpensive surgery, etc. Mot would be sort of a billboard of her cousin's work.

Mot hated Bangkok however, and missed her mother. Her owner was pleased with the breast job but wanted her back on her back (so to speak), so she became a big-breasted whore in Chantaburi for me to fuck. She knew, however, if anything should happen to her mother, with her incredible body and Chinese and English language skills she wouldn't be retiring in Chantaburi. It was Beijing or New York for her, and she had plenty of time: she wasn't yet a legal fuck in those countries.

The girls finished their rice wine. Mot seemed to really like me as she smiled all of the time and hugged me and laughed at my jokes. Nui didn't understand English at all. In fact she was fairly sullen and, I thought, a little dull. That is I thought she was a little dull until I saw her come on to Clive. She was an incredible piece of fuck-meat.

"Gentlemen." It was Mot speaking. "I think it's time to start fucking."

She sort of gravitated toward Clive because Clive was feeling her up as they sat on the couch together, even as he had his other hand in Nui's crotch.

"C'mere, Mot." I said. "I'm first." She cheerfully left Clive and gave me a big hug.

"I suck your cock first, O.K?" Mot said as she got me plenty stiff. I played around with her pussy and asshole as I enjoyed the blow-job.

Clive was fucking the shit out of Nui but that wasn't enough for him. He took his forefinger and crammed it up her ass. When he tried to force that same finger into her cunt along with his cock she objected vociferously. He was offended and slapped her face, hard. She was a little stunned but wouldn't let him put his soiled finger in her cunt.

Mystified, he tried again and Nui set up such a howl that the pimp burst through the door. Nui jabbered away at the pimp who then explained to Clive that he had to wash his hands. These girls really had to be careful with their hygiene or they could be out of work for weeks.

I told Mot to get on all fours. I wanted to watch those big titties sway as I fucked her doggy style. With one hand on her clit and the other feeling her tits we got into a pleasant rhythm with her pushing back as I pushed forward. I could tell I had it just right by the sound of her moans.

I had to push Clive's hand off of Mot's tits a couple of times. "You're next," I told him. "Not now." Out of the corner of my eye I could see Clive and Nui doing 69 which wasn't that easy because she was so little.

I was going to cum pretty soon so I instructed Mot to get on her back, whereupon I started titty-fucking her. She pushed them together as I slid in and out. It felt lovely. Finally I squirted all over her chin, up her nose and into her eyes and hair. She laughed happily.

We hugged and kissed until Clive tapped me on the shoulder and he took over.

I couldn't get it up that fast for Nui but she licked my balls and stroked my cock while Clive was all over Mot in the missionary position, fucking her like there was no tomorrow.

I finally got it up again and, with each of us on our side, I got my cock into Nui's tight little cunt. She was just like an animal, a wild animal. Her feline-like fingernails scratched down my back as she thrust her little pelvis into my crotch, panting like a dog and grunting like a pig. We were fucking away when I heard Clive noisily cum inside Mot. A few minutes later Mot said that she wanted to shower in the "nice" bathroom.

Clive is an animal, I swear. He didn't even slow down after shooting his wad. He rolled over, greased up Nui's ass with a little KY and stuck his prick in her asshole. I was really surprised it went in but I guess she had been ass-fucked more than a few times.

We were DPing Nui when I heard the toilet flush and a few moments later the shower start up. The DP was fun but I preferred having my own fuck so I got out of bed and slipped into the shower with Mot.

"Ah Mister Ralph, you want more fuck, yes?" She took some of the shower soap, soaped up my prick and gave me an outstanding hand job. Soon she was on her knees blowing my cock. She hadn't done so before but now she had me all the way down her throat. Her lips were on my pubic hair.

I stood there in ecstasy. Not only was there the incredible pleasure of her swallowing my cock but the sight of the shower water hitting her face and dark hair, the water and soap running over her young teenage body and dripping off her nipples was a picture I will never forget.

I couldn't wait any longer. I pulled Mot up and held her against the shower wall. As I lifted her leg she took my cock and placed in her vagina. We fucked standing up while the warm water washed over our bodies.

I had a bit more stamina this time having shot my wad once already, but the time came and I pulled it out just moments before I sprayed all over her belly and tits. She rubbed the cum into her nipples but the shower water soon carried it away.

I had returned to the bedroom to dress while Mot finished her shower. Clive was still going strong, ripping Nui's pussy apart. I couldn't believe it. Nui had cum in her hair, all over her chest, on her face. I don't know how many times she got sprayed by Clive but he was still fucking her and was about to soak her again.

Mot came out of the bathroom stark naked, saw me dressed and with a pout she asked hopefully, "We fuck once more, Mr. Ralph?"

"I'm beat, Mot." I said. "Come, lie by me on the other bed." She lay down and fumbled with my zipper, trying to get my cock out.

"You have a boyfriend, Mot?" I asked.

"Not a real boyfriend." came her reply.

"Who then?" I asked.

"Just a soldier I know. He's so funny. He comes to me every time he gets paid. I don't know what he eats; he spends all his money fucking me." she laughed.

"You like him, don't you?" I said.

"We fit, Mr. Ralph." she said, and when I looked puzzled she continued.

"His cock exactly fits into my cunt, Mr. Ralph. He feels so good inside me. His cock, my cunt, a perfect match. Ha Ha. I think that is called alliteration, Cock-Cunt, isn't that so?" she asked.

I was surprised she knew the word. "Sounds like the name of a Bangkok bar to me" I laughed.

"I don't know where it will all go." she explained. "We didn't have a proper Thai romance. I didn't even know his name until he was in me. He was fucking me even before we kissed or knew each other's name. Where can such a relationship go, Mr. Ralph?" she inquired.

"He keeps coming back." I observed. Clive and Nui were grunting over there in the next bed.

"I want to leave you a tip, Mot" I said. "I don't want the pimp to take it away from you."

"Most Thais don't tip me, Mr. Ralph." she observed. "But if they ask, as you have, I have devised a way that has worked so far. They take a few coins and put them up my ass. I can get them later." she said. Clive was squirting all over Nui's face for the umpteenth time.

"This is for you and the pimp to share." I said, as I handed her a U.S. five dollar bill. "Tell him this was your tip." I took a 500 baht note, folded it several times and carefully pushed it into her asshole.

"This is just for you." I said. "Don't tell him about it." She gave my penis an extra tug in gratitude.

"Let me suck you off, just once more." she offered. Clive and Nui were finally getting dressed.

"Next time." I said. They left with the pimp. I never saw them again.