Girl from the Street 1 (Mf, MF, Anal, Oral, Inc, Inter)
by Keith McDougall (previously published as Osric134)

Note: These are just stories, some of them with very taboo themes
in them and NOT wishful thinking. I just want to tell stories and
hope no one takes my tales as anything but
sexual fantasies. I don't and never have practised, participated
in or encouraged sex with children, rape, do drugs or murder
people. I don't encourage anyone to do any of the things my
characters do either.
None of the people are real or based on any one real and bare no
resemblance to any event past of present, though I sometimes use
news stories as fuel for some of my tales.
I hope you enjoy them and let me know what you think.

Keith DOT mcdougall134 AT googlemail DOT com
(thanks for that Art)



1

Leslie Channing walked out of the gate of number 15 Parsons
Avenue, licking her plump wet lips, a big happy smile on her sexy
face. She always got good money from old Mr Reed, especially when
she was very nice to him and drank his "milk" for him.

She giggled and skipped a little as she went off to her college,
money in her pocket now and her warm spermy snack in her tummy.

She was a small girl, tiny for her age and had often been taken
for a ten or twelve year old because of her small breasts. But
she liked her 'little' body, her cute frame and her 'fat', plump
bottom that men liked to touch and fondle. She like the fact that
men thought she was younger when she first met them and loved to
play on that. It made her feel very sexy.

She was almost at the end of her street when she saw that
handsome black man again, directing the removal men taking his
furniture into the house that had once been empty and where she
used to hide away sometimes from her cruel step-father when he
was drunk.

She didn't like the fat, balding man who was now married to her
mother, grunting and gasping as he fucked her very tight little
pussy, squirting his 'stuff' up into her belly most nights. He
always wanted a kiss afterwards and she would shove him away,
demanding the money he had promised her.

"You're shaping up to be a real whore!" he would tell her as he
counted off the bills and placed it in her small hand.

"And whose fault is that?" she retorted.

"Don't get fresh with me, young lady!" he would snap.

"You could talk to me like that if you weren't fucking me every
night while Mum lies drunk in your bedroom." she had sneered,
pushing the man out of her room.

But sometimes he was too drunk and liked to hit her with his
broad belt before fucking her very hard and then making her suck
his cock until he squirted down her throat. It was when he was
like this that she would run down the road to the old house,
climbing in through the broken window to sleep in the empty
upstairs bedroom in the cold.

She had to stop doing that when that black man came and started
rebuilding the house, taking the 'For Sale' sign down and making
the place look really nice.

She had stood at the recently painted fence and looked in on him
working, smiling at him when he turned and saw her standing
there. He had stopped working and smiled back at her, coming out
and asking if she wanted something, calling her 'little girl' and
making her laugh.

"No, I just wanted to see what you were doing," she grinned, "I
used to come and sleep when my step-father got drunk and wanted
to beat me."

"Beat you?" he asked in surprise.

"Yeah, he usually beats me with his broad belt and then makes me
do stuff for him. I used to hide in the front bedroom until
morning and he's sober." she told him.

The handsome black man had a troubled look on his face, worried
for her, she thought.

"What does he make you do?" he asked softly, as if afraid she
would tell him.

She chuckled to herself, wondering if he was a 'teller' or a
'toucher'.

"He makes me take his 'thing' up my bum and in my pussy," she
said in her 'baby' voice, "Then he squirts his 'stuff' in my
mouth and makes me drink it all down."

The nice, tall black man had swallowed and looked about
nervously, then turned back to her.

"Why didn't you tell the police or your teacher?" he asked,
clearly uncomfortable.

She grinned up at him, amused that he still thought she was a
'little' girl.

"No, then my Mum and me wouldn't have anyone to look after us!"
she told him, then she looked at him very seriously, a little
worried. "Are you going to tell?"

The black man looked at her, then looked around again, still
nervous.

"No, not if you don't want me to." he said, shaking his head with
a shrug. “But I really should.”

"Good, cause I wouldn't like you very much if you did." she told
him with her own, more adult voice, "I would have to go the a
care home or something and my Mum would have no place to live.
The house belongs to him and he would make sure we were put out
of it."

"Oh, I see!" he said to her, starting to realise that she was not
as young as he had first though. "But you should do something
about your stepfather doing stuff to you."

"Nah! I kind of like it and all I really need is a place to sleep
overnight until he calms down, then he's fine." she said smiling
at his puzzlement.

She liked this man, he wasn't a 'teller' so he must be a
'toucher', she hoped so because she wanted him to touch her bum
with those nice big hands of his and squeeze it for her.

"If you let me come and stay at your house when he's drunk I
would be ever so grateful!" she told him, batting her big blue
eyes up at him, knowing her cute face usually got her what she
wanted when she played up on it..

"Don't you have relative? Family?" he asked looking very
nervously indeed around him, still not sure just how old she
really was. "No one who could keep you when he's drunk?"

She shook her head and kept smiling up at him with her big pretty
eyes until he finally folded. He looked around again, nervous and
restless. Then he just surrendered, sighing again and nodding.

"OK, I'll let you stay at my house when he gets nasty." he said,
she could see that he was not sure why he was agreeing to this,
but she knew.

"Cool!" she grinned, he gave her a wary smile and she walked off,
letting her bum wiggle as she walked.

"See you when you move in then!" she had said to him as she went.

Now he was actually moving in and turned to smile at the sexy
girl as the removal men finished taking his things into the
house.

"Hi!" she said, giving him a very big smile.

"Hi!" he replied, returning it.

"I'm gonna come over later to see what your place looks like
now!" she told him as she passed by.

"OK!" he said, going into the house.

As she passed the workmen she heard one of then speak.

"Shit! That little girl looks like Jailbait!" one man said.

"Yeah, she is a bit too sexy for a kid her age." the other man
said, "Definitely 'Jailbait'!"

Se grinned to herself.

--

Orson Gordon had not been treated well by life. His wife of
thirteen years left him for a rich, white stock broker who had
also left his own wife for her.

Orson's wife had told him that he was a great lover and a kind
man, but just too poor for her, going off and marrying the man
and producing two children for him, looking very happy with her
new life. Not that Orson was poor, just normal and middle-class.

Then the other man's ex-wife had sued HIM for her loss and tried
to make it his fault for not 'controlling' his ex-wife. She ended
up losing the case and costing him thousands of pounds, making
him have to sell up his big house in the country and buy this
smaller, two bedroom place instead.

He had now paid off most of his debts, but now he was not left
with much money and had to do overtime to try to make the
shortfall. It would take time to build up his coffers again and
get back back to the level he was before his separation.

At least he still had that and the promotion he had nearly missed
had helped him earn a few extra 'bob', meaning it would now not
that long to live well again.

When he saw the small young white girl standing at his fence, he
came out to see what she had wanted, at first taking her for a
child until they had talked for a while.

She was gorgeous, prettier than any female he had ever seen, her
large blue eyes framed by her dark, short hair and that wide
mouth that opened so wide, so expressive and... Sexy?

That thought still disturbed him at first, he had still believed
her to be twelve or so then. The girl was indeed sexy for one so
young, her smile held a naughty promise and her expressive mouth
looked as though it belonged wrapped around a thick, hard cock.

Even her small body, slightly plump with baby fat, was ever so
sexual, her apple-sized breasts poked out from her chest so
eagerly. She was small in stature but such a juicy package. He
realised that she was much older after they had talked for a
while, making him relax a little when he decided to let her come
to his house to escape from the brutal man who was her
stepfather.

When she turned to leave and he saw that meaty, rounded rear she
carried around behind her, he had tried to tell himself that he
didn't want her. her chunky bottom looked as though it had
entertained many wayward hands and he wanted to play with it too.

Her thick lower torso a sign of her possible depth. He didn't
doubt for a moment that her stepfather had not been visiting her
every night for her surprisingly arousing little body.

Orson shook himself. He knew that he shouldn't have those kinds
of thoughts, but the little teen stirred things in him that he
had long forgotten.

He remembered Nikki Halls, the pretty white girl who had lived
next door to his parents not too far from here where he grew up.
He had come home early from school after getting into trouble
with a teacher and found his father between the teen's plump
white thighs.

The girl clung to him, coaxing him on, begging him to fuck her
harder with his 'big black cock' while the young Orson stood at
the bedroom door, watching his father's naked buttocks clenching
and relaxing as he thrust savagely into the teen, the white
girl's plump legs curled around his hips.

He gasped as he saw his father's thick black cock sliding in and
out of the girl's pink wet pussy, slick with her juices.

They both nearly died when they heard him, his father jumping up
off the girl, his long cock sliding out endlessly from her
clinging pussy, still gooey from her juices.

"Oh, Shit!" he gasped in surprise and a little fear, "ORSON!"

The man didn't know what to do, standing there with his cock
sticking up in the air, still very slick with the girl's juices.

But the girl got out of bed and walked naked over to Orson,
pulling him into the room, kissing him hard and deep with her
eager tongue and leading the stunned boy over to the bed.

"If you're a good boy, I'll let you have some too!" she smiled,
kissing him again and then pulling him onto the bed, opening his
school trousers and freeing his young cock.

"Oooh!" she cooed in delight, "He's gonna have a big one too!"

He still remembered laying naked under the sexy, lusty brunette,
his young virgin cock being sucked slowly up into her tight young
pussy as his father knelt behind her and squeezed up into her
tight bottom.

"Go slow, Mr Gordon!" she gasped, "You're cock is much bigger
than my Daddy's."

After that he not only kept their secret, but the girl fucked him
many times, teaching all manner of ways to make her feel good,
including 'eating' her juicy pussy while she suckled on his cock,
drinking up his young sperm.

Nikki had moved away when he turned seventeen, the slightly older
girl hadn't wanted to go, but her father got a job in a different
part of London and he needed to be close by.

After that his mother and father sort of split up, his mother
moving back to Guyana and his father staying at his job until
Orson turned eightteen and went off to college.

His father was now married to a rather attractive, heavily built,
very sexy white woman who bore a strange resemblance to Nikki but
much too old to be her. He had never known her mother, the woman
had left long before he knew the girl.

He and his father rarely talked now though and he didn't really
see him that often. The woman who was essentially his stepmother
had met him once and he kind of liked her.

She had hugged him to her large breasts, planting a big, sloppy
kiss on his mouth and whispering how much she'd like to squeeze
his sperm out of his balls into her belly. Constantly trying to
get him alone to 'rape' him.

He got a bit scared and didn't go back since, to her great
disappointment. She was always sending messages to him to come
and visit, but he was scared of her and didn't answer. He didn't
want to make trouble with his dad.

Now he was moving into his new home, the little teenager from
somewhere up the leafy street had just gone past, telling him she
would be coming to see him later and his cock was hard just
thinking about her tight little body under him in his bed.

He wondered if he would end up like his father, regularly fucking
the sexy teenage white girl in his bed.

–

Nicola Channing sat with another bottle of vodka, ready to pour
another full glass.

She felt abandoned, useless and demeaned. At first, she drank to
kill the pain, to free herself from the knowledge that she was
now a useless piece of meat that no man wanted any more.

Even her husband ignored her, preferring to visit his
stepdaughter's bed every night and relieve himself in her tight
young body than touch her.

She had lain in her bed at night, pretending to be drunk,
listening the the creaking of the girl's mattress as the fat,
balding man who had once been so handsome, humped into her,
relieving himself in her fresh young body.

Nicola had seen the leaking sperm oozing out of her daughter's
bottom and vagina when she later went to wake her for school.

She knew where it had come from and who had put it there, but she
knew if she made a fuss she would be out on the street and her
daughter would end up in some home somewhere, probably never
seeing her again. So she let him use her, let the man fuck and
bugger the teenage so that they had a roof overhead and food to
eat.

She didn't drink anywhere as much as they both thought she did
any more, but she did drink enough to get legless and sleep
through the noise and the pain.

Now Tom had started beating her, strapping her big, chunky bottom
with his thick leather belt until she was covered in broad welts.
He would usually look for her daughter then for her share, but
the girl was usually gone. He would return to her and beat her
until she perform oral sex for him, something she would have done
for him willingly, but the man seemed to enjoy her pain.

Nicola had seen the big removals truck come down her street,
knowing that number 10 had been sold and that a black man had
moved in there. He had done the place up really nice and she
figured that he was now living there.

She still had a 'thing' for black guys, ever since she was young,
a secret 'crush' that she had never acted upon. She would have
loved to feel her very first lover's big black cock stirring her
belly again, stroking her pussy and making her cum and cum
endlessly.

It was her own father who had impregnated her, using her tight
young body day and night until she bred a daughter for him. The
man had plans to 'train' her too when she finally got older,
starting her off with his spermy load after making Nicola suck
his cock, beating her when she protested.

He would squirt his thick seed into the girl's mouth and laugh as
she made a face, slurping the stuff down and then smiling up at
him when she started to like it. He was eventually taken away by
illness, the man who had been his boss taking her into his bed
and then marrying her. Now she was 'Mrs Channing' and he had
never let her forget it.

Then he too had begun 'touching' her daughter, his hand always
under her dress, fondling her meaty bottom at every turn. Then
the 'feeding' began again, the man caught many times with his
cock between the girl's lips and his sperm running down her chin.

She tried to complain but he just beat her and shut her up,
making her sit and watch as he 'fed' her daughter each time,
showing the woman how much the teen liked it.

Nicola began to despair when he stopped paying any attention to
her, slipping into her daughter's bed every night and fucking the
girl instead.

Now she 'played' drunk again, emptying most of the vodka into the
sink when they weren't looking, filling the bottle  up with water
and sitting for ages, sipping her glass full of 'Vodka' as they
watched her. It was the same bottle she had for several weeks,
but neither of them noticed.

She wondered if that black man at the front of her street would
be interested in a 'fat' white woman. She had heard that they did
like their women with a little 'beef' on their bones. She knew
she had a nice arse, quite a few black men had commented on it
while she was shopping with her husband, earning a sharp look
from the man.

She didn't understand why he was annoyed, he never touched her
any more anyway. Maybe she would wander down to the end of the
road when he was moving about his front garden, try to make
conversation.

–

Leslie smiled at the big black man as she walked up to his gate
and stood looking up at him.

"I've come to see your house now!" she grinned, feeling her pussy
leaking down her thighs.

The man looked a bit nervous, but he opened his front gate and
let the teen in. She was, after all still considered a 'child'
even though she was fifteen, and she was quite small in stature,
making her look younger still. And he was much older than her.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Orson!" he said, "What's yours?"

"Leslie!" she told him with a pleased grin.

"That's a pretty name!" he told her as she came closer.

"I like yours too!" she grinned.

The pretty, plump-bottomed girl walked up to his open front door
and went inside, the man following close behind. She was amazed
at how nice the place looked, so clean and there was carpets all
over the floors. She stood and shed her black shoes near the
door, feeling the thick carpet under her feet.

"Oooooooh! That feels nice!" she sighed, thinking about what it
would feel like to lie on the floor naked.

She walked into the living room, looking at the huge, flat-screen
TV and the wonderful stereo system. It all looked so wonderful
and she longed to have one like it in her own home instead of the
big old Television that her stepfather still insisted was good
enough.

"That's so nice!" she said to the man, "Can I come over and watch
Movies on it?"

She watched the torment on his face, smiling sweetly up at him
and batting her pretty blue eyes. He sighed and nodded, causing
the girl to cheer and leap up onto him. She clung to his neck and
planted a big wet kiss on his mouth before he could react,
smiling into his stunned face.

"I like you!" she grinned, "You're not a 'teller', and you're not
a 'feeler' either. That means that I can play with you and you
won't hurt me like the others do!"

He looked quizzically at her.

"What others?" he asked.

"Oh, just the others!" she said, not telling him any more.

"I see!" he say, clearly not understanding at all.

She thought that was so cute and gave the man another wet kiss on
his mouth again, not getting much resistance this time.

"Mmmmmm!" she chuckled as her lips remained glued to his.

She dropped down to the soft carpeted floor and took his large
hand, pulling him along.

"Show me the rest of the house!" she squealed as she led him to
the stairs, intent on seeing the room she always slept in before.

–

Orson found the girl knew the house very well, showing him where
she used to sleep in what was now his bedroom.

There had been a spot under the front window that she used to
curl up, on a pile of old carpets he had thrown into the 'skip'
outside the house when he was cleaning up.

The girl danced about the room happily, going around the bed and
then climbing up onto it, smiling invitingly up at him as she
stuck her pert breasts out at him alluringly.

"Would you like to play with my bum now?" she asked in a tone
that could only be described as very, very sexy indeed.

"Err... That wouldn't be a good idea." he said, shaking his head,
still nervous.

"Why not?" she asked, laying on her stomach, and kicking her feet
in the air, making her shirt ride up to show that she had no
panties on at all.

He swallowed and licked his lips, not trusting himself to come
any closer.

"Well, it's just wrong, that's all!" he told her, “You're much
too young for me!”

"It's only wrong if the girl doesn't want it." she smiled, the
meaty pink domes of her bottom on view, "And I want it!"

She grinned at him and sighed, her bottom clenching a couple of
times, making his cock stir in his trousers.

"Wouldn't you like to touch it, to squeeze it and make me feel
nice?" she asked, "I would really like that, I would really like
to feel your big hand playing with my bottom for ages and ages."

Orson's cock throbbed and hurt now, twisted in an odd angle in
his underwear.

He felt his body moving towards the bed before he could stop
himself, the little white girl giggling with excitement as he
came and sat down next to her.

"Quick, touch it," she sighed, "Squeeze my bum for me and make it
feel nice!"

Orson felt the meaty flesh under his hand, realising that he had
done as she had asked. The firm, doughy pink buttock felt really
nice, his fingers kneading the tight, smooth flesh.

"Oooooooh! That's nice!" she sighed, resting the side of her face
on the bed and closing her eyes, "Don't stop, squeeze the other
one as well!"

Orson reached over and grasped the other meaty buttock, squeezing
and fondling them both in his hands and finding their touch
amazing.

She cocked her hips, raising her buttocks higher, allowing him
better access to her buttocks, letting him fondle her better and
bringing moaning sighs to her wide lips. Then he pulled his hands
away, almost cumming in his pants.

She rolled onto her side and smiled at him.

"I knew you'd be nice!" she grinned, "It's something about the
way you look at me. I think you're a 'nice toucher' and I think
I'll come and play with you all the time from now on."

She turned around on the bed, crawling over to him and laying
across his crotch. He felt her hands on his cock, opening his
trousers and freeing it, the man doing nothing to stop her.

"Ooh!" she squealed excitedly, "It's so big!"

She was stoking it with both her hands, unable to get her fingers
around it. She raised up, smiling into his eyes as she opened
that wide mouth and sucked the fat head of his cock into it,
suckling hard and working her mouth on and off the sensitive
domed head.

"Gahh!" he gasped at her touch, the feeling of her young mouth
fantastic.

"UMmmmUMmmmUmmm...." she moaned as she sucked him, sliding her
mouth and rubbing her lively tongue as she suckled him, stroking
his thick shaft and getting the excited man close to his orgasm.

He cried out, his balls clenching and his cock throbbing and
jumping as it spat its gooey sauce into the white teen's eagerly
sucking mouth.

He felt her sucking harder, hearing her gulp loudly as his sperm
coated her throat.
She squeezed his shaft, working the rest of the thick, sperm out
into her waiting mouth, swallowing it all and then licking his
cock as he sat gasping.

"Mmmmmm!" she grinned as she raised up, still holding his shaft,
"Yummy! Your stuff' tastes really nice and thick."

He gasped, still trying to catch his breath.

"Leslie, do you like to drink men's sperm?" he asked her.

"Oh yes!" she grinned in delight, "I love to suck it from their
'things' and hear them screaming, feeling their 'stuff' squirting
into my mouth and swallowing it all down."

Orson couldn't believe this girl, she was so fucking sexy and
amazing.

She got up and straightened her dress.

"When I come back we can play again," she smiled, "You've got a
really nice 'thing' and I want to feel it up my bum soon. OK?"

He nodded, in a daze. This 'little' white girl was just something
else.



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