Perverts 'R' Us

Sandra's Tale - Part 1

By Sarah ( F/bb, M+/F, lez, bi, oral, CD )

Preview of who is who.....

Sandra

In her 50's, headmistress at a rural secondary school. Tall, stern, stocky with blonde bleached hair, foreign origin, eastern European, rich family, Lives alone.

Magline

Sandra's very rich uncle, In his 70's, large, rotund with graying hair.

Lusto

Maglines 'friend'. He's in his 50's, tall, thin, and balding.

Crandi

Another of Magline's friends, again in his 50's, stocky build, full head of brown, wavy hair.

Drinfa Skril

10-year-old boy, son of Moltina. Blonde, slim, about 5' 2" tall.

Sleve Herif

10-year-old boy, son of Ninate. Brown hair, slim about 5'.

Wolda Closra

9-year-old boy, son of Lenaz. Black hair, slim about 4'8".

Location

A small rural town in 1950's England, in a depressed area after World War II.

Sandra's Tale, Chapter 1

Fuckmond is a small rural town set within the countryside of Wankmondshire in the gloomy north of post-war England.

The year was 1951 and Fuckmond like the rest of the country was depressed. There was very little work in and around the town, plus many of the men folk of the area did not return after the war, which left the women struggling to support their large families.

Prior to the war rural life was happy and people enjoyed the sweet innocence that country life provided, and it was now that the schools of Fuckmond were full of youngsters resulting from the enjoyments of their parents' pre-war days.

Sandra was the headmistress of the local school, the school that educated all the children of Fuckmond as well as the outlying small villages, hamlets and farms. As you can imagine there was a variety of children, in ages, background, size and shape. For some reason the majority of the pupils were girls, with a very small proportion being boys, which no one really understood?

In Sandra's school of 85 pupils, only 25 were boys, and most of them were part of three very large families in the area. Being large families, it was their mothers who were desperate to make ends meet.

Sandra, being in her 50's and mature was well aware of the situation, and felt a social need to help these poor families. She knew only too well what it was like being poor in a depressed rural community.

You see, Sandra had been born and raised in a little-known Eastern European country, rife with national turmoil and unrest, and to her the war was just normality.

Her family had worked the land for generations. It was her Uncle Magline's imagination that had enabled him to acquire riches to free his family and bring them to another world, where dreams could become reality.

No one knew exactly what Magline did to get his millions, but he did and his family appreciated his actions. They promised to be his servants for the rest of his days. Being who he was, Magline made sure his family paid him back every penny in favors. Sandra being one of those favors he had had so many times, from her preteen years up to the present day. Sandra did whatever Magline demanded of her, and I mean everything!

Sandra had always been one of those girls who had something about her that made her sexually attractive. I am sure you know exactly what I mean, and even as a preteen she oozed sexuality, as well as oozing juices from her young, over-active cunt, which Uncle Magline loved to attend to.

Chapter 2

Sandra had not seen or heard from Magline in over 5 years, thinking she had finally escaped his lurid and sick demands. Though saying that, she really did enjoy the exploits in later years and she too had developed some disgusting sexual perversions and fantasies that would not only shock, but also probably get her locked up in jail if she were found out.

The trouble was that Sandra's fantasies had all been realized by her, which led her to have the most horrid nightmares imaginable. You would think that this would stop her from doing them, but no, not Sandra! When Sandra felt a twinge in her knickers, the juices started flowing, and she knew she needed to satisfy that itch deep within her perverted soul and body.

Having arrived in England well before the War enabled Sandra, being a foreigner with a funny accent, to be accepted by the authorities and the community. It would have been a different story if she had arrived in Fuckmond after 1945.

Sandra had been a teacher in many schools across the country, and had had to disappear from every school she had been to. It was more than just the teaching Sandra liked. It was more who she was teaching that Sandra liked even more.

Not only did Sandra teach reading, writing, and arithmetic, she also introduced her 'favorite' pupils to sex, and not just lovey-dovey sex but kinky stuff, stuff that makes hardcore look tame. Well in the 1950's it was unthinkable, but now more people think about it.

Becoming a headmistress was a result of blackmail, sexual of course, and this promotion, especially to some far-away insignificant back water, gave her the chance to fulfill even more fantasies; fantasies that had not yet been born or nurtured within Sandra's dirty mind, though it didn't take long for new kinkier fantasies to be nurtured.

You see, being a headmistress enabled Sandra to not only do day-to-day teaching, but she could organize events, plays, and out of school activities like school trips and visits.

There were also the administrative chores, which would play a big part in the development of any future fantasies. Headmistresses meet parents and families of pupils, present and future, making personal records available to her for her to research.

Many a time she would stay late, sifting through the school records, jotting things down, looking at record photos of each pupil. Her legs would be wide apart, skirt hitched high, stocking tops and plump thighs on view. Her fingers would be working away delving deep into her knickered snatch, squelching her way through her knickers to relieve that hot itch which as soon as it was tamed, would very soon be flaring up in need of more serious attention.

This night was worse than ever before. It had been 18 months since she had had sex, let alone fulfilled any fantasies. It had also been 18 months ago that she started this job at Fuckmond School, and that was not coincidental!

Chapter 3

As was usual on a Monday morning, Sandra was in her office attending to the school chores, when a knock came to the door and in walked Frebe, the school secretary, informing Sandra that Mrs. Skril wanted to see her about her son Drinfa.

Drinfa had not gone unnoticed by Sandra, as he was 10 years old, about 5'2", slim, blonde, and so pretty. It was the thought of him that had made Sandra's knickers so wet and sticky so many times since she had arrived at her new post.

Surprisingly enough, Sandra knew exactly where Drifna's file was and asked Mrs. Skril into her office. Doing this she felt her knickers moisten and juices began trickling down her clammy, firm thigh, only to be stopped and absorbed by the darker band of nylon at the tops of her stockings. She was so turned on as her stomach fluttered with anxiety, her mouth dried in need of the taste of spunk while her hands got sticky with sweat, "just right to lubricate a young cock," she thought. She was ready to create and fulfill her next fantasy…. Even though it was well overdue, it was sure going to be her finest yet.

She met with Mrs. Skril, and although Sandra's uncomfortable knicker situation was in one sense, 'uncomfortable' it was on the other hand pleasurable and exciting, and she managed to concentrate on Mrs. Skril's reason for being there.

It appeared that Mrs. Skril was struggling to provide for her large family, and had been diagnosed with cancer with only a very short time to live, and wanted to know how she could obtain help for her family.

The dirty mind of Sandra was working overtime and fantasies were churning out, which had the effect of making her cunt juices flow in abundance, and this time they kept flowing down her stockings past the sodden, wetted stocking-tops. She needed to stick something up her cunt now, otherwise she would explode and go crazy.

Sandra had to get Mrs. Skril out of the office so she could frig herself, but as she started to wind up the meeting, she saw Mrs. Skril's face change and a knowing smile appeared out of her twisted, pained expression, which frightened Sandra, as she thought Mrs. Skril knew exactly what was going on in her mind, let alone her knickers.

Then Mrs. Skril commented that she liked Sandra, and that she knew deep down that Sandra would look after Drifna for as long as it takes to get him to manhood.

Little did Mrs. Skril realize how near the truth that was to be, but not quite how she had imagined, and this thought just added even more sexual excitement to Sandra's smelly cunt, as she was now shaking with lust.

As Mrs. Skril rose slowly out of her chair, Sandra noticed the tops of Mrs. Skril's stockings and how lovely her legs looked, all shapely and feminine. Her eyes lifted to see for the first time, Mrs. Skril's face, although it had little makeup applied to it, how very cute she looked, and for a split moment, she saw Drifna's face on his mother's shoulders.

With a struggle through pain, Mrs. Skril made the final effort and was now on her feet, looking at Sandra, she said… "May I call you Sandra? You may call me Moltina!…. You will take care of my pretty boy won't you? I always wanted Drifna to be a girl, even before he was born. I was convinced my baby would be another girl. I used to dress him in girls clothes when he was much younger. You see we have never had much money, and being one of three boys with eight sisters, it made sense. He looked so sweet and cute all dressed up. Don't tell him will you? Especially about the times when I let his hair grow. I would put bows and ribbons in his hair, which matched nicely with his frilly dresses…. You don't think that's perverted of me do you Sandra?"

Sandra smiled for two reasons, one about the image of Drifna dressed as a pretty sissy, and two because her cunt lips were so erect and were being teased like mad by the fabric of her sopping wet nylon knickers that were shoved well up into her snatch.

"I don't think that's at all perverted Moltina. He is a pretty boy, and I will do everything possible to help him through his life, trust me." said Sandra.

"You don't mind me asking, Sandra, but what is that delightful smell?" Moltina asked with a very knowing look on her face, as she dropped her eyes down to look at the wet patch on the front of Sandra's tight skirt.

Completely out of the blue, Moltina presented her arm out in the direction of Sandra and gently ran her fingers over Sandra's wet patch, which sent shivers all through her. Her fingers wetted from her skirt, Moltina sniffed her fingers and licked them, smiling at Sandra all the time.

"Come here darling" Moltina said, "You are turned on by our meeting. You smell nice and I want to lick you, but I'm too ill for that" As she said that her shaking fingers gently caressed Sandra's, cheeks, slowly in circles they explored her lips and her neck.

Her nipples were straining to escape from her bra and blouse and as Moltina circled the tips of her fingers over each erect nipple, Sandra returned the caressing and held her face as if it was Drifna's face.

"Please frig yourself, and let me taste you. Please, Sandra!"

Sandra obliged and her masturbation brought her off so quickly, making her fingers all wet with her thick, sticky juices, which she offered to Drifna's mother, and in return she lapped at Sandra's hand like a kitten lapping milk.

"Look after my pretty boy. You are a teacher, you teach him please," she said with a perverted grin adhered to her pain-ridden face.

On that note, Moltina left the room and the school yard for the last time ever.

Chapter 4

Usually Sandra kept a spare pair of knickers for situations when her oversexed pussy empties its load, but this time Sandra had forgotten, which meant she just had to wear the wet, sticky, smelly pair all day… which had its advantages!

Then out of the blue, as if nothing else could happen that day, her office door opened with a bang, and in marched Uncle Magline, as bold, fat, ugly, and disgusting as she had remembered.

It was obvious he was pleased to see her, as he was unzipping his trousers as he walked over to her desk, in an effort to release his enormous thick, raging cock, all slimy, sticky and oozing liters of pre-cum, or so it looked.

Fortunately for them both, now was the best time for rampant, sweaty sex, as Sandra was still dripping and Magline had been traveling for two days and in need of sticking it in any smelly, slippery hole he could fit it into, and as before, Sandra was more than happy to accommodate.

There was no foreplay, Magline just thrust his erection at Sandra, who in turn, lifted her skirt, pulled the gussets of her sopping knickers to one side and waited to be impregnated.

Magline stopped and commented on how wet and how nice Sandra smelled, and asked what she had been doing to get in that condition.

Being so big, Magline could not kneel in front of Sandra, so he lay down on the floor, allowing Sandra to lower her pungent cunt onto his face for him to sniff and lick. As she did this, she noticed two men standing over her watching and playing with each other's erections.

They were obviously gay, and in an era when such people were non-existent, these two were by today's standard, the gayest of gay, though they did seem to be getting off by Sandra's antics, but then she realized Uncle Magline's cock was what they were ogling over and wanting.

While Sandra was being pleasured by Uncle's nose and mouth, she was introduced to the men as….. " Lusto is the tall, thin, bald guy, and Crandi is the short, chubby one… guys this is the Slut Sandra I told you about. Now, get over here you two and suck me off!"

Not a man to mix his words, our Magline, and soon he was being slurped on by these two weird gay guys while Sandra came all over Magline's face.

"Hell Sandra, you are one hell of a Slut! How's your pussy get so wet and sticky so early in the day at school, I wonder?" Magline said with a hearty laugh, only to be broken by his moan as he shot his load into the faces of the two gays. Thing was, he had a good idea how Sandra's knickers had become so delectable.

"Now my Cum Slut! Clean up my two friends" Sandra went over and kissed the two gay guys clean of Uncle's cum, and then treated each to a cleansing blowjob, and for two gays, their cocks certainly did respond to the feminine tongue!

The three of them helped Magline to his feet, and seated him. They talked about the past, in every sordid detail, which enabled Uncle Magline to rub his thick member while looking at Sandra, and then Sandra asked why he was here.

"I need your help my Dear! I want to get married. You see marriage is the in thing in my circle of friends, and I know you can help me and do all the 'arrangements' and it will be a wedding to remember my Dear….. Yes, a wedding to remember…." As he trailed off his last words, he looked at Lusto and Crandi, and all three laughed out loud.

What circle of friends Magline frequented was a mystery, but it was certainly macabre, dark and surreal, even Sandra with her twisted perverted sexual desires could not comprehend what uncle was thinking of. A wedding is a wedding, OK it will probably cost the earth if Magline is involved, yes and OK he has gay tendencies, but then he makes no excuses for openly traveling to Fuckmond with two gayer than gay guys, so what is it she thought?

Having got themselves together, Magline asked Sandra how she liked her job, and how difficult it was for him to track her down. Then he said something, which stirred Sandra's imagination and what exactly Uncle Magline was wanting!

"So, my cum Slut! You don't mind me calling you that, do you? What's the school like?" as he said this with that sly eye movement, Sandra knew just what he meant.

"Any 'nice' pupils? This is a primary school, isn't it? What ages does it 'cater' for? 6-11 year olds I believe in this country, isn't it?…mmmmmm" Magline started to stroke his cock again and licked the slime off his fingers, offering a taste to the guys.

"You like 'Teaching' young ones don't you Sandra? Especially little boys? Even little girlies? Now let me see….." at that point Sandra told him to stop, and asked what it was he wanted.

"I've told you…" His wanking motion went faster and harder as he carried on talking "I want a wedding, a special wedding, with special guests, special ushers and bridesmaids, and a very, very special 'BRIDE'" His head went back, his breathing fast and heavy, his chest was pumping as fast as his hand, and from his huge erection squirted out stream after stream of thick white cum, into the air and all over the jacket of his black suit. "So that's what all those white stains are on his suit," Sandra thought.

Even though he was an ugly grotesque overweight old man, he was very rich and Sandra had always liked that particular quality, plus the fact that their devious and perverted plans were always worth sharing.

But then, their type of sex was an addictive drug. They wanted more, and each fix had to be stronger than the last.

Chapter 5

A knock on the door ensured that all four of them were in a sort of presentable state, although the room was pungent with the scent of hot, sweaty sex.

The door opened and in walked Frebe, who was unaware of any one but Sandra was in the room. The men excused themselves, and on leaving the room, Magline offered a cum-drenched finger to Frebe's lips and told her to suck it, which she did with pleasure, as she could smell the cum as well as see the wad in his fat hand. She didn't stop there, she licked his hand clean, while Sandra watched in amazement. Little prudish Frebe doing that?

"Don't worry Sandra, we won't be staying at your house, we have a room at the local inn…. Very cozy it will be, I am sure!" The gays giggled like little schoolgirls and out they minced, following the grotesque Uncle Magline.

Sandra's mind was racing, what sort of wedding does he want, why does he want me involved? Why come here? Why not call for me as he sometimes does?

All week, Sandra heard nothing or saw nothing of Magline, until she got a call on Friday afternoon from the police, saying that they needed to come and see Sandra very urgently before school closed for the weekend.

She agreed and they confirmed that they were to send two plain-clothed police women and a plain-clothed policeman, so as not to cause concern.

Sandra thought that this had had to be something to do with Magline, so she rang the hotel to speak to him, but neither he nor the gays were there.

The time came and the police were shown in by Frebe, and Sandra was told about an accident that had happened a mile away, which involved a black foreign car that killed two women, each of which had sons at the school.

Sandra was told that the mothers were Mrs. Herif and Mrs. Closra.

The boys were Sleve Herif, a 10-year-old boy with brown hair, slim and about 5' 0", and Wolda Closra, a 9-year-old, 4'8"-tall boy with black hair, each being only children.

Sandra didn't know which shocked her most. The fact that two mothers of boys in the school had been killed, or the fact that two boys in her school had not only lost their fathers in the war, but had now lost their mothers, or that it was that bastard Magline's car that had killed the women and had just driven off.

Sandra's week had been very strange indeed, but what should she tell the police? Apparently they just wanted to tell the boys, and there was no mention of Sandra helping them with their enquiries.

The boys were brought to the office and Sandra held each boy as they were told of the incident, and she caressed their smooth cheeks and faces, gently kissing away their tears, all the time the stirring in her knickers was getting strong again.

Here she was holding two young pretty boys, smooth skin, and fine hair, frail, vulnerable and virgins. She was allowed by the situation to hold and feel their young bodies and limbs and to put her hands and run her fingers all over them in an effort to comfort the raging anger within.

The taste of their young fresh smooth skin through those tears was like her tasting their nubile cum, and it had the same effect.

She sat down and sat the boys on her knees so that they could squirm on her skirt, and so she could secretly send an exploratory finger or four up their backs and down to their small, pert bottoms. All the time she did this there were three members of the police in the room looking at her, but they didn't know what she was doing, or wanted to do.

Then her finger gently and innocently drifted across the front of one of the boy's shorts only to find a bulge, albeit a small bulge, but it was there, a sign of response.

Then Sandra stopped realizing the situation that the boys had just lost their mother, and that they needed care, but then again the trauma probably masked all sense and doing what she did was probably not realized by the recipient boys.

The question was asked about the boy's families, each of which now had none, no aunts no uncles, and no grandparents. They were on their own at 9 and 10 years old!

Sandra felt her mouth get dry and her knickers wetter as she muttered…. "The boys can CUM and stay at my house. I will look after them both."

As she said this the boys looked across at her and with a genuine smile through their tears nodded, smiled and said in unison, "Yes please, Miss!"

The police, not knowing Sandra's antics, closed their books and headed off home.

On leaving the room, the blonde, pretty policewoman turned to Sandra and said…. "I love the smell in your office. It reminds me of something… but I cannot put my 'finger' on it!"

To which Sandra replied…. "You can put your finger on it any time you want… how about tomorrow?" With that, Sandra obtained the blonde police woman's address and a time was arranged for the following evening.

So that was two pairs of hot, wet, sticky knickers in one room, and two pairs of little boys' underpants that had drops of pre-cum on them. Then Sandra realized, she couldn't meet the girl, as she would have the two boys! Staying, I mean!!

Chapter 6

The boys went home with Sandra, and she realized that the boys had only the clothes they had on, and thought she would take them home tomorrow to collect their things, or maybe that would be too soon and too traumatic.

Then she realized that she only had one bed, and nowhere else comfortable for any of them to sleep.

All these scenarios were getting Sandra even more excited, and she suggested that she run a nice hot bath for the boys.

As a teacher, she realized that at that age the boys weren't bothered about stripping off and sharing a bath with each other, so to her surprise the boys both stripped off completely right in front of her and stood there naked, waiting for the bath to fill up.

It wasn't only the bath that was filling up, but Sandra's knickers were gushing out as much hot juice as the bath tap! Two pre-teen boys naked, showing their white, smooth skin with no hair at all, apart from on their head. Their penises were small and there was a development of their balls at the base as their cocks gently stood away from their creamy white smooth thighs. Not a blemish - pure, white, and smooth.

The bath filled and she helped each boy into the water, touching them both at every opportunity possible, and then she decided to soap them both, rubbing the bar of soap all over their bodies, and then she nervously rubbed the soap between their legs, around their little cocks and up the crack of their pert bottoms. She paid more attention to the areas between their legs and rubbed the soap all over their cocks, which were now responding, as she wanted.

Both cocks stood as proud as they could and she lathered the soap in her hands and proceeded to wank each boy at the same time. It was obvious they had never experienced anything like this, but they loved it, and as she stopped to get more lather from the soap, she saw them both take each other's penis and continue wanking each other.

Sandra was in ecstasy at what was happening.

Both the boy's faces were showing pleasure and both seemed to know exactly what to do to each other, and Sandra asked how they knew about what they were doing.

Wolda, the younger of the two went on to tell Sandra about a girl in the year below him…. "You must know Zeta miss!? She's in the year below me at our school. She showed us what to do when we went to play."

Sandra was amazed…. "You mean that little cute Zeta? But she's only 8 years old! What did she show you?"

"Promise you won't tell, miss?" Sleve piped while he continued sliding his little slender fingers up and down Wolda's pubescent erection. "We went to play with her and she showed us her knickers, and told us to sniff and lick them just like her daddy and mummy do, and we did it, and then she told us to take our cocks out and she started to rub them like we are doing now…" continued young Sleve.

"Zeta put Sleve's cock into her mouth and then mine and we had to put our fingers into her cunt, which was very hot and wet." Then Wolda amazed Sandra when he asked her, "Does your cunt get wet and hot like Zeta's, miss? And do your knickers smell nice, as nice as Zeta's?"

Sandra had no option but to give the boys an opportunity to find out, so she lifted her tight skirt and stood there in front of the naked boys, as they leaned forward, their bodies wet and soapy, and each sniffed and licked Sandra's worn knickers.

"Oh miss, you are wet and you smell better than Zeta!" Sleve said and continued his exploration of Sandra's knickers.

The boys lapped at Sandra and she just had to wrap her legs around the boys' neck, which she did and ground her filthy pussy all over his young, innocent face until she gushed her juices all over him, which he licked clean.

"Miss?" said Wolda, "can I have a go?" and in no time Wolda was treated to Sandra's second orgasm.

She kissed the boys' tender, clean skin only to smell her cunt on them both, so she just had to continue bathing them. More soap and more hot water, and the boys' skin started to wrinkle as it does at that age when exposed to water for too long.

The boys stepped out and Sandra spent as much time toweling them down as she did bathing them, and again concentrating on drying them between their legs. Two little erections, sticking out as stiff and as far as they had ever done in their short lives, Sandra just had to take them in her mouth, and as she did, she asked the boys if Zeta did it like this or better.

Sandra won hands down, as the little smooth penises squirted out as much as they could at that age, all of which went into Sandra's mouth and was savored before she swallowed.

"Miss, can we do that again sometime?" was the question, and to which Sandra answered, "YES! Very soon, my dears."

Chapter 7

The boys pranced around the house naked, their little limp dicks swinging about their thighs as they ran around. Sandra could not believe this, and why weren't the boys distraught about their mothers' deaths?

"Miss?" the boys said, and Sandra loved it when they said that, it made her feel like a sort of Dominatrix, and this 'sexcited' her. She had acquired two little boys who would do anything and everything she asked.

Sandra was to get the boys ready for bed, but there were no nightclothes for them, so Sandra asked the boys what they would wear to bed. To her surprise, Sleve spoke up and as he did his cock started stiffening…. "Miss, may I go to bed wearing your knickers, the ones you are wearing, please?"

Her knickers were black nylon French knickers. She had worn them all day and they were dirty with woman's juices. She was surprised and a little shocked, but she agreed, took them off, and gave them to Sleve to put on.

Before he put them on, he sniffed and licked the dirty gusset, exclaiming how nice they smelled and tasted, which was reflected by the way his cock twitched and stiffened even more.

He bent down and pulled the baggy knickers up his young, slim, white, silky legs and as the knickers touched the end of his bobbing erection he let out a moan. The nylon fabric brushing the end of his little tip excited him, which in turn excited Wolda and Sandra alike.

As he slid the knickers up his bottom, the stiffened member ensured that the loose knickers stayed up and she could see pre-cum seeping out of the aroused tip of the young boy's cock.

"Miss, I want to wear them as well, miss!!" said Wolda in a pathetic little-boy voice.

Then Sandra had a thought, and told the boys they could both wear the same pair, as they were big enough.

Each boy stepped into the knickers so that their backs were together and their cocks were able to slip and slide all over the nylon fabric.

This was an exciting image, Sandra had gotten two little boys into her knickers, and the three of them got into bed, and Sandra hugged and held them both, only to find a lot of little fingers starting to explore her pussy lips, which was an invitation to rub the boys' cocks through her knickers, and this time she felt them both cum with wads of cum.

All of them came loads that night and they all slept together, huddled together, and in the morning, Sandra's knickers had dried out, but were host to two rather larger erections than had been in them the night before!

Chapter 8

That morning, the three of them learned about 'Morning Glories' and how young boys wake up, and if there is a girl around, how they will get the benefit of this phenomenon.

That day, Sandra was to meet her policewoman, and she went around and explained the situation. This didn't seem to be a problem, as Trikela was keen to help out, a little too keen, and they decided to go shopping for the boys' clothes.

While in the nearest big town they both decided to sissify the boys and bought them very frilly girlie clothes. Bearing in mind this was the 50's, before tights (pantyhose) had become fashionable, the girls bought frilly knickers, suspender belts, stockings, frilly underskirts, shoes, little-girl skirts and dresses, loads of bows, ribbons, lace, and other feminine things, as well as makeup, lipstick, perfume, and of course blonde wigs.

Both girls were kinky, perverted Sluts and they both liked their 'boys' very young!

They got back to Sandra's, closed the curtains, and ordered the boys to strip. The girls were treated to their little cocks stiffened and thickened, and there were signs of wetness on their tips!

"You disgusting boys, what have you been doing to be like that?" Trikela shouted at them both. The boys cowered and tried covering their erections, which by now where getting harder.

"You two boys are filthy and rude" Sandra joined in, and proceeded to tell them that as a punishment they were to be sissified and treated like naughty little girls.

"Yes Miss" they said in unison, and the afternoon was spent with the two girls making the boys into little sissies.

They wore girlie wigs, lots of makeup and lipstick, short dresses, stockings and suspenders, high heels, and no knickers, so that their erections stuck out under the hems of their skirts, dribbling precum.

The boys enjoyed being sissies, and Trikela and Sandra were keen to play with their new toys.

Trikela ordered Wolda to kneel in front of Sleve, lift his girly dress and take his cock in his mouth, and without hesitation he did this like a whore! Both Sandra and Trikela looked on, mouths wide open, as the nine-year-old boy slurped on his friend Sleve's ten-year-old cock.

The girls' knickers were wet throughout this act, and it was obvious that the boys' knickers too were getting very wet, and that their little cocks had never before squirted anything like what they were squirting now.

Soon Wolda's mouth was full of Sleve's cum, and it was time for Sleve to go down on Wolda. Even more whorish slurping and Sleve had done his job, and as a treat each boy was allowed to take off the knickers of the two girls and do whatever they wanted with them.

Trikela was a pretty lusty blonde and Sleve went straight for hers and wore them. A nice frilly pink pair of nylon knickers, which smelled and tasted so fantastic! They fitted Sleve nicely, as Trikela liked wearing her knickers tight!

Sandra's knickers were white, skimpy and very see through, and these almost fit Wolda.

The rest of the day and night was spent with the two women pleasuring the sissies and the sissies doing whatever the women wanted, which generally meant some form of perverted sexual act, like having their heads buried in the women's knickered cunts, or the boys carrying out a mutual wanking exhibition, which led to spunk squirting through the air, and into the mouths of the girls.

Obviously all four slept in the same bed, which led to even more perverted sex acts, and the exchange of bodily fluids in great quantities. Everyone was sore and tired, but they all needed more!

Sunday morning arrived and the boys were made to swap outfits, and were heavily made up and sissified for the day. They pranced around the house, their little skirts flouncing exposing their erect cocks and they were encouraged to do girlie movements.

Then a knock at the door stopped everyone in their tracks and Sandra looking through the window realized it was Uncle Magline and his two gay guys! Sandra thought that this would be interesting and let them in.

As he walked through the door, he boomed "We ran two Sluts over and killed them yesterday, hell that was a turn-on…." Then he stopped when he saw the two sissies standing there with stiff little smooth slender white cocks standing proudly, lifting the hems of their skirts.

"Wow Sandra, introduce to me to these exquisite sissy Sluts, please do!"

They were introduced and in no time, Magline had stripped and was sat sporting his usually dripping, big fat hardon, beckoning over the sissies.

Sleve was keen to get closer and experience that enormous cock, the likes of which he had never before seen. As if by magic, the sissies cock grew and his foreskin peeled right back.

He was turned on more than by the two girls!!!!

Sandra's plan was beginning to develop, which led her to take Magline to Drifna's house, as she was to get Magline to pay handsomely to the Skril family so that Moltina's last days could be happy and worry-free.

Magline saw Drifna and he began unzipping his trousers to free his instant hardon. Drifna stood there just like a pretty girl, and licked his lips as he watched Magline wank furiously. Moltina too was amazed, not at Drifna's actions, but by Magline. Sandra could not work out what it was that made him so attractive to women, and boys.

Moltina was by herself and needed sex before she died and offered herself to Magline, who banged her senseless against the wall, while being watched by the whole family. Magline gave a brief case to Moltina, who opened it to find it full of pound notes. With this Magline declared that he would take Drifna away with him straight away.

The three of them drove back to Sandra's house, her knickers wet with the thought of three boys staying with her, especially at night, all in the same bed!

"Sandra, my cum Slut! I want you to meet my bride!" yelled Magline, as Sandra watched the front door, waiting for her to enter.

"Sandra? Look at me, Slut! Here is my bride to be!!" as Magline pointed to Drifna. Well it all started to make sense now, and Sandra's imagination was in overdrive at the thought of the wedding plans. Drifna just stood there motionless apart from a growing bulge in his shorts.

The thought of this was turning Drifna on more and more, so much so that the little boy's cock was trying to escape from the leg of his shorts, but instead of the spectators being treated to the sight of a slim, white, smooth penis, instead they saw it appear shrouded in sheer, white nylon. Drifna was wearing a pair of girly white nylon knickers, all see-through and trimmed with delicate lace. Sandra moved over to unzip his shorts and let his bulge spring into the air.

A sexy scene indeed, as his cock was thickening, and the knickers were wet at the tip of his young, smooth cock, and his balls had developed enough to display a lust to be emptied.

Sandra's instinct was to lick the nylon-clad cock, and the excitement being too much, Drifna exploded into his knickers, which she lapped up. Keeping it in her mouth, she went over to Magline and from her mouth she let it drip into Magline's awaiting mouth.

The weekend arrived and Magline ordered the girls to go shopping, handing each a thousand pounds to buy special things for the wedding, and the 'guests'!

Sandra, Trikela and Frebe went to the nearest city, Lustomani and they bought lots of bows, ribbons, makeup, lipstick, costume jewelry and other such items to add to the decoration that makes weddings what they are. Then Sandra asked the girls what they were going to do about clothes.

It was then that both Trikela and Frebe looked at each other and smiled, and told Sandra to follow them both, which she did, and they ended up in a large store on the main street that sold children's clothes and school uniforms.

The window was full of child manikins dressed in various children's clothes and uniforms, and was typical of the era.

In they all walked, and as the door bell rang a middle aged man, about six foot tall, wavy gray hair, stooped, wearing a tweed suit, which was ill-fitting, came out from nowhere and as he rubbed his arthritic hands together, he greeted the girls… "Hello my Dears! What a lovely set of girls you are, my dears! Prey tell, what is it you are in search of, my dears?"

Frebe then replied…. "We believe you may be able to supply us with items from your 'Candy Man Catalogue'. It is our understanding from the Reverend Hinkter, that you have a fine selection, a selection which can only be found in parts of Europe, and that aim to 'Please' if you know what I mean, sir?"

"Sorry, my dear, but I am perplexed as to your request and description. Maybe my dear, you could elaborate?"

"The Reverend is my brother, and he has made many a purchase from your 'Candy Man Catalogue'…. The Items on Pages 1001-1007 have given the Reverend so much 'pleasure', and he told me to say the word…. 'Clinter Daque', and that with that word you will welcome us into the world of the 'Candy Man Catalogue'. We have the required membership fee, and I am sure my friends will provide you with additional fees as you require."

"My dears, I have a phone call to make. Please browse my humble shop, and feel free to 'Try On' the merchandise if you should wish," said the shopkeeper with a wink.

Sandra was amazed and did not understand what was going on, and saw Trikela and Frebe pleasuring each other's eager cunts.

Trikela than wandered the shop, and lifting a short black pleated schoolgirl skirt, which was meant for a 10-year-old, put it up against her and asked the girls what they thought. Let's put it this way, there were three pairs of wet knickers at the thought of Trikela wearing it.

The lanky keeper returned, stooped and bowing his head and closing his eyes said…. "My dear Frebe, Ragen has confirmed who you are, and I welcome you and your dear friends into the "Candy Man Club", but I will need from each of you, £500 and a vow that you will tell no one of the 'Candy Man Club and its Catalogue or its activities."

The girls agreed and handed over the money, which in the 1950's was a vast amount. The man turned the shop sign to 'CLOSED'. Locked the door, and pulled down the blind to the door, after which the girls followed the man up the stairs, leaving the ground floor shop area in darkness and deserted.

Upstairs was a locked door, and after the man unlocked the 10 locks and bolts, the steel door opened and as the light switch was turned on, the contents of the room became apparent, and the girl's faces lit up with sheer excitement.

The floor area was twice as large as the ground floor and was had even more manikins, but manikins of little boys and little girls wearing sexy lingerie, stockings, sexy outfits, and all the boy manikins had erect penises, and the girls had excited cunt lips. There were contraptions galore and a whole host of sex aids, gadgets, equipment and sets for every perverted scenario.

Trikela told the man… "We are here to buy for a 'Slut-boy Wedding' and have money to buy for all the guests, what we feel is right to make the wedding a success for all."

"A Slut-boy Wedding!" exclaimed the man, you mean there is to be a 'Slut-boy Wedding' in the area? I have read about them and heard of them from customers who have been abroad, but I have not met anyone who has actually been to one, and you are telling me there is to be one locally?"

"There is indeed, my dear" retorted Frebe "and it is to be the best one ever held or likely to be held, and you are to provide as much of the wedding tackle to ensure it will be such!"

"My dears! May I beg you for an invitation, and I will provide all your requirements at half the cost!"

The girls all agreed, and Trikela asked the man if he had any 'Manikin Dolly Frames', and he confirmed that he had six in stock and all were the latest models, and that no one had yet bought one.

Sandra asked what one of those was, and Frebe began to explain, as the man brought out a cardboard box about six feet long, a foot wide, and eighteen inches deep and began opening it.

"Well Sandra, it's a wooden frame, hinged and pivoted, shaped a bit like an 'X'. It has leather straps and has the ability to have attachments fitted" said Frebe "The 'Slut' is spread eagled, and arms held out to its sides and the frame is attached to their wrists, ankles, waist, and neck by the leather straps"

On Sandra asking why, Frebe continued, "The Slut is naked, preferably, but some like the Slut to wear flimsy knickers suspenders and stockings, and the Slut is told to walk to a vertical support and the frame is connected to this. Just like a manikin, the frame allows the Slut to be manipulated just like an artist's manikin! The person can alter how the Slut poses… its arms can be outstretched, its legs open wide, or you can tuck the Slut's legs under it or have its arms stretched above its head. The user can alter how the limbs are positioned, but the Slut is unable to move."

"My dears! The Slut is totally submissive and the user can use/abuse the Slut as he/she desires. The latest model has an adjustable butt plug, which can be inserted into the anus to a thickness and depth to suit the Slut's situation, and very nice modification I feel and hope you all agree!"

"The vertical pole can be moved around by its wheels, and can turn the frame 360 degrees, so the Slut can be horizontal, vertical or any angle in between. Ideal if you want the Slut to lick your cunts, or turn the Slut around on the frame and its genitals will be at the level of your eager mouths, without the need for you to bend down. The permutations are endless!" said the perverted shopkeeper.

Trikela spoke to the man with a question, "I have seen a brief picture of one of these in use and it is a real turn-on, but wonder if there is one size only, and does this fit all?"

"My Dear, I only cater for the 'Smaller People' as these offer and provide the most pleasure, don't you think? Especially to have them as your personal sex doll, and do to them whatever it is they 'deserve' enhances that special pleasure."

Sandra suggested that they buy two of the 'Manikin Dolly Frames', but Frebe thought three would provide more flexibility, and whispered something into Sandra's ear.

Frebe was keen to enquire about two particular products she had seen in her brother's copy of the catalogue.

"I have seen in your catalogue, a 'Granny Cage'. I do hope you have some to sell."

"A Granny Cage eh? Another product I have yet to sell. I have two of those if you wish them, my dear!"

Sandra, even though she had experienced a lot of perverted, filthy sex acts, was feeling like she was an innocent schoolgirl (well she could have taught an innocent schoolgirl the ways of lesbian lust at that particular moment and any other moment) and asked yet again for an explanation of its use.

"Imagine if you will my dear, a board with wheels attached, a bit like a large roller skate, but with buckles on the board as well as a pole with a type of bicycle seat opposite, and around it all, a cane cage" explained the man

"And…?" asked Sandra.

"Well my dear, the Slut kneels on the board and its legs are strapped on the board. A pole is inserted on the board and the Slut's neck is strapped to this pole, which forces the Slut to kneel forward, but its head is held pointing upwards. The cage is clasped around the Slut on its board, the large old Granny steps into the cage, and the door is locked so that her cunt is pressed tight against the Slut's face which is held in position with the pole.

The big, fat granny perches on the pole with the bicycle-type seat and she is able to scoot around. Oh yes! Her large, long skirt is draped over the cage and no one, apart from Granny and the Slut, knows what is up Granny's skirt, and what attention her cunt is receiving."

"So, the Granny's cunt gets a good sniffing and licking and as she moves her cunt rubs all over the Slut's face and she cums all over the Slut's face? The skirt keeps her hot, wet, and sweaty and the Slut has to breathe and taste Granny's cunt smells and juices, and because the Slut's hands are tied, it cannot relieve its genitals!" Sandra said.

"My dear, you wanted to enquire about two products, what is the other one? Oh, by the way my dear, your cunt juices smell divine! So strong, so hot, so sweaty…. From what I can smell, you are so very, very wet, maybe the wettest you have ever been, am I right, my dear?"

The man was right, but Frebe was hotter, wetter, sweatier, and the most turned on she had ever been, and she felt her cunt lips open and swell so much, her juices just emptied into her knickers as if she had peed herself, but she hadn't and what she was feeling was desperation for friction, fast hard friction in and out, up and down, and all over her sensitive, oversexed snatch!

"Please believe me when I say, I have only glimpsed the odd image of my brother's catalogue, but the other image I saw was of a stool, but I do not know what it's called."

"Your cunt is in need of hard frigging, my dear! That your friends and I can smell! I think the stool to which you refer is called a 'Pleasure Bench'." the arthritic pervert spoke as he tried to relieve the enormous bulge in his oversized trousers, while taking deep breaths near to Frebe in order to inhale the wet air that emanated from the sex-drenched genitals of the young girl.

He explained, "…A leather bench enables the Slut to be strapped to it face up. Again the Slut is usually naked, and then a second bench is lowered over the horizontally laid-out Slut. In the latter bench, there are two openings, dished so as to accept the bottom of the user, shaped and fashioned like that of a toilet seat if you will! One of the apertures is dished and directly over the Slut's face and the other over the Slut's genitals.

The users sit on the appropriate aperture and the Slut has to sniff and lick the users who sit over its face, while the user who sits over the genitals of the Slut is able to maneuver themselves to relief and the Slut's relief as they fidget over what may be presented to them. Am I right, my dear?"

Frebe nodded her head, and the man said, "…See that over there?" pointing to an angled tick stick projecting out of the floor. "You go over there and frig yourself on that!"

The girl ventured over and, lifting her skirt, couldn't wait any longer and rammed her soaked, knickered cunt onto the carefully crafted penis-sculpted stick and brought herself off in seconds, leaving the phallic stick slimy with an abundance of the girl's lust juices, which the man swiftly went to and licked clean.

Continued…