Jailbait 1 (Mf, Teen, Anal, Oral, Inter)
by KeithMcD

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 practice, participate in or encourage sex with children,
rape, do drugs or murder people. I don't encourage anyone to do
any of the things my characters do either, they are not based on
anyone or any situation.  None of the people are real or based on
any one real and bare no resemblance to any event past of
present.
I hope you enjoy them and let me know what you think.






The printery I worked for was a small operation in Ilford. I was
an artist, one of four who did the artwork for various clients of
the business. I'm a black man, but have very Caucasian-type
features because of a white great-grandparent on both sides of my
family. I have been told that I was handsome before, but never
really believed it. In all of my twenty six years I had never had
a girlfriend, not even a kiss. While I was living in Guyana,
where my parents are from, a few people had even called me 'gay',
pissing me off and causing me to attack the accuser. I had to be
literally torn off the man, but no one ever called me that again
afterwards.
The strange thing was that on my return to London, when I thought
back to my time in Georgetown, I could see the many times I
messed up when a girl had shown interest in me. Like the time
Beverley Singh was playing 'footsie' with me under the table, or
the time Margaret Houseman had pressed her crotch against my hand
as I had it resting against the bannister. She had looked
straight into my eyes and leaned against it before I had a chance
to move it out of the way. She rubbed herself gently against me
as she stood there talking to me and our friends. There were many
such incidents that I had never really noticed at the time. Now I
felt like a total idiot, believing that my life was pretty much
over.
I buckled down to my unsatisfying job and tried to make a living.
I was the best paste-up man there, I put out four jobs a day
where as the other's did only one or two. My work was neat and
precise, my boss, Clive Simons, had no calls for complaint.
I had been there a whole year now and had seen quite a few people
leave. Of the four of us in the art department only two of us
were there for more than six months.
It was now August and Clive's daughter, Nicole, was hanging
around the office. The fifteen year old was really very pretty
and was quite tall, she had nice shapely calves and a nice little
rump behind her too for a white girl.
Many times I had heard the guys downstairs in the printery
commenting on how sexy she was and who would like to bed the
girl. I steered away from that conversation.
"Oh come on Richard, you telling me you don't like white girls?"
Barry Foster said as he adjusted the print rate on the machine,
"You must fancy her?"
"Yeah!" said Peter Border, "She's a tasty bit of kit!"
"Sorry guys, but she's a bit young. I think they call her
'Jailbait'" I said.
"Aw man!" the said in disbelief.
But the truth was that she was a very sexy young girl, she reeked
sexuality from every pore.
Then she started to hang out in the art department, chatting with
the two younger guys as they took time away from their work to
talk to her. I ignored them and got on with my work, not wanting
to fraternise with the boss' young daughter. When I glanced up at
them I saw her smiling shyly as the guys stood close to her. I
turned back to see Clive coming into the office, leaving me no
time to warn them so I coughed and 'accidentally' hit my knee
against the desk.
"Argh, damn it!" I gasped.
The three of them looked up and saw the side of Clive's head
before he turned to see them they moved swiftly away from the
girl. I chuckled and got on with my work.
"Richard, can you leave that and have a look at something for
me?" Clive asked.
"Yeah, sure." I said and left the office with him. He took me to
the storeroom and showed me a piece of artwork from a few years
ago. I took it back to my desk and pinned it to the side, then I
took a new piece of card and taped it to work surface. Within ten
minutes I had the outlines of the artwork and began to recreate
it with all the modern changes. While I was working I felt a
presence and turned to see the huge blue eyes of Nicole Simons as
she stood watching me work. She smiled and I turned back to my
work, measuring the spacing of the old artwork and marking off
where everything fit on the new one. It took me two and a half
hours to complete the work, that included rephotographing the
logo and pasting it to the card. I covered the new artwork with
tracing paper and a thin blue cardboard cover and turned to take
it to Clive for approval, only to find my path blocked by the
pretty girl.
"Excuse me please." I said and stepped around her.
"You don't like me, do you?" she said softly.
I stopped and looked back at her with a little shock.
"What makes you say that?" I asked her.
"You don't talk to me like everyone else does." she said sadly.
I looked down at the pretty girl and raised an eyebrow a her,
causing her to giggle.
"Look, I'm just busy, that's all. I just like to concentrate on
what I'm doing." I waited.
"Oh!" she said, smiling and then walked away.
I shrugged and continued about my way.
That evening I finished up and got my bag, walking downstairs
through the printery. I was shocked to find Barry standing with
little Nicole in the darkened corner of the room near the door
with his hand down her shirt front as he kissed her. I was sure
that he was related to the Simons', surely this was incest?
I quickly took another route, not wanting to walk past the
illicit pair of 'lovers'.
It was a bit of a surprise for me, I didn't think I'd ever
witness something like that.
I lay in my bed that evening and saw them in my mind's eye,
locked in passionate embraced with Barry's hand working in her
panties.
I slept fitfully that night.

The next day at work I passed Barry with a huge smile on his
face. When he looked up and saw me he came over as I was clocking
in.
"Richie! My man." he shouted and clapped me on the back. "It
looks like you are one of the favoured, Matey!"
I looked at him, puzzled.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked the grinning man.
"Nicole, man! She has the hots for you!" he told me as if I
should have known.
I stared at him as if he had just come out from the madhouse.
"I'm not going there!" I said, shaking my head.
"Hey, come on man. She's ripe and very hot, I got a taste of her
last night but she wouldn't let me fuck her. She says she's
waiting for the right man and then she started asking all kinds
of questions about you. I tell you man, she has a serious thing
for your black arse." he laughed and slapped me on the back
again.
“Barry, isn't she related to you?” I asked him.
“She's my cousin,” he grinned, “But haven't you ever heard the
saying 'Cousins make dozens'?”
“You're sick!” I laughed, shaking my had at him.
Barry was one of those white guys who grew up with Jamaicans in
Brixton before moving up to East London. He was more comfortable
with me than other white guys.
I shook my head at him again and went up the first set of stairs
only to find the girl standing there with her father. Her eyes
were bright and her smile dazzling as she nudged her father who
was also smiling.
"Richard, I'd like you to keep an eye on my daughter for me
please. She seems to like you and I need someone who's a little
more adult in attitude and you are the best person for the job.
She seems to have more respect for you than the others."
I stared at him in surprise, then got a bit annoyed.
"Look, I'm not a babysitter. That's not a part of my job." I told
him in no uncertain terms.
"Please! I'm asking you to do this for me." he pleaded.
I looked at him in exasperation and sighed.
"OK!" I said angrily and stormed off towards my desk without a
backward glance.
I heard her thanking her father and her footsteps hurrying behind
me, grinning at me as she walked beside me.
“I always liked black guys, their so manly and strong!” she
giggled excitedly, “I used to have a black boyfriend in school
once, but he got expelled for having his hand in my panties. But
I think you're really handsome. Do you have a girlfriend?”
I sighed at my bad memories, shaking my head.
“No!” I said as I sat at my desk, “I don't.”
“Cool!” she said excited again, “Then maybe you could talk me out
to the cinema and stuff!”
“Not unless I want your father to string me up and crush my head
in one of his printing presses!” I told her, surprised that she
was so eager.
“I can get away and go out with you, I've done it before!” she
smiled conspiratorially.
I felt my cock hardening in my pants as she rubbed her small,
hard breast against my arm. It was then and there that I decided
that I was going to fuck the girl.
There were few places in the printery where I could get the sexy
little bitch alone, and the rephotography room was one of them.
It was the dark room where we did all our photographic processing
for enlarging and reducing prints.  It was off limits when
someone was in there doing working on a print and you could be in
there for up to two hours sometimes if working on a large job. I
had some work that needed reductions for the logos that I had
done earlier that week, two for the different sizes of
letterheads, one for the business cards and one for the
compliment slips. That would keep me in there for at least two or
three hours. I reached into my bag and found my small tin of
Vaseline lip balm, slipping it into my pocket and then put the
bag on my desk. I had every intention of using it on her.
She giggled and stood close to me as I worked on my new pieces of
artwork.
"You're really good at this, my Daddy says that you're his best
artist. I think you're wonderful!" she said in hushed tones so
that the others couldn't hear.
I looked over at her and gave her my brightest smile and I could
swear the girl swooned.
She really did seem to have the hots for me, just as Barry had
said. I carefully touched her arm and sometimes rested my hand in
her back down near her small and lovely round, meaty little
buttocks. She shifted her weight  and my hand ended up resting on
the firm upper curve of her wonderful arse. I let my hand stay
there and she made no move to remove it. Then as I got up to
reach for a small filling brush, I let my hand trail 'innocently'
down the sweet curve of her gorgeous arse. She closed her eyes
and sighed.
This was going to be so easy that I almost didn't do it.
"Where are we going now?" she asked sweetly, her blue eyes
innocent and bright as she followed me towards the dark-room.
"Into the darkroom to develop some reductions." I told her and
led the way.
As soon as she stepped inside I pulled the stiffly sliding wooden
door shut and hooked the latches, then I switched off the white
light, turning on the red light automatically and the warning
light outside.
"Ooh! This is exciting!" she giggled, pushing up closer to me. I
placed my arm around her shoulder and let my hand 'accidentally
rest against her firm young breast. She made no attempt to move
it away and I gave her breast a gentle squeeze as I explained
what I was going to be doing. She leaned closer to me and rested
her head against my chest as I fondled the plump, firm breast in
my hand as if nothing were amiss. She sighed and her eyes closed,
leaving her lips slightly parted, leaning against me. She was so
juicy that I almost came in my pants with excitement.
I turned the girl around to face me and lifted her chin. She
opened her eyes and looked at me, biting her bottom lip and then
licking her top lip. I leaned down and pressed my mouth gently
against hers as I had seen in the movies. She responded by
reaching up and holding my neck as I kissed her amazingly soft
lips and then eased my tongue into her waiting mouth.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned, pressing that sexy body against me. I
reached around her and clasped those superb buttocks in my hands
as we kissed. I pulled her against me and lifted the back of her
uniform, slipping my hand into her panties and cupping her
magnificent buttocks. She sighed again into my mouth as I fondled
her sweet young flesh.
I reluctantly pulled my mouth from hers and pushed her back
against the low table. Her chest rose and fell as she gasped for
breath. I reached under her skirt and eased her panties down her
firm hard thighs, she stepped out of them and I stuck them in my
pocket. She leaned back, opening her legs when I stepped forward
and I reached back under her skirt to feel her plump smooth
flesh. She had just started growing hair. I gently stroked and
felt her pussy, she was so wet. I felt her hand cupping mine as I
fingered her sopping wet little hole. It was time for some hard
cock in that sexy bitch's hole. I unzipped my trousers and pulled
out my cock.
I lifted her leg and pushed into her, feeling her tightness grip
me and then something popped, causing her to gasp in pain.
"Ow!"
I was surprised, I had popped her cherry. Nicole Simons was a
virgin after all the naughty things she had done.
She clung to me and I stayed still, letting her relax.
"It's my first time." she whispered.
I kissed her and started to fuck her slowly. I loved the sound of
her little whimpers as she hung onto my neck, kissing me hungrily
as I fucked her on the edge of the table. She was so nice and
tight.
Then she came hard, I barely kept her quiet as her pussy crushed
me in it's grip.
"Oh wow!" she whispered.
I continued to fuck her slowly, trying desperately to hold off
from cumming in her just yet. It was my first pussy and I wanted
it to last, both of us virgins up to this point. Every time I
felt myself boiling up I would stop and hold her tightly until it
subsided.
Then I pulled out of her and bent her over the table, lifting her
dress so that I could see those lovely white arse-cheeks. She had
a nice deep gully between them and I could see the little brown
wrinkle of her anus.  I plunged my cock back into her pussy and
fucked her as I took out my little tin of Vaseline and coated my
finger. I sawed into her and fingered her anus as she lay across
the table, giving those delightful little whimpers as I fucked
her viciously tight pussy. I eased my finger into her hole and
worked it in and out of her as I prepared her for the buggering I
was eager to give her. I applied more grease and then used my
thumb in her bottom for a bit before easing my cock out of her
pussy and rubbing it between her wonderful bum cheeks. She raised
her head and looked back at me as I centred my cock-head and
pressed into her little wrinkled hole. Mouth opened in an
expression of surprise and began to press and relax, press and
relax, until her anus opened up and my cock-head squeezed slowly
into her tight rectum. I pulled it back out and eased it back
into her again and again, then I pushed steadily deeper and sank
the head firmly into her bowels.
"Ooooooh!" she moaned and I pulled all the way out and slid back
deep inside of her again.
"Ooooooh!" she moaned again and then again.
I had her now, I had her where I wanted her and I took my time to
steadily sodomise the sexy bitch, slowly sliding within her bum
and reaming her out, working my cock deeper and deeper into that
delicious bottom that had taunted everyone for so long. I reached
under her and cupped her breasts, massaging them as I buggered
the white teenager in the red light of the dark-room.
We remained in the darkroom for nearly four hours, I developed
the images, fucking and buggering the lovely girl some more,
unable to get enough of her tight bottom or her juicy pussy. I
had cum seven times in her and she had cum four times with me up
inside her, twice as O sodomised her as I was rubbing her plump
wet pussy and tickling her swollen clit.
When we came outside her eyes were bright and she smiled
non-stop. She stayed glued to me all day long.
"Thanks for looking after Nicole for me Richard, I really
appreciate it." he said as he collected the girl and walked her
to his car.
"It was my pleasure." I told him, I meant it.

Friday Morning brought Nicole hanging around me again. The
younger guys were jealous and made nasty comments which I made
sure Clive heard when I dialled his number and placed the
telephone on speaker. He stormed into the room and called the two
artist into his office, I never saw them again. It was now just
me and Paul Bough doing the artwork, which wasn't a problem
really as the two younger men never did much work anyway.
"I'm going to look for just one artist, someone who will
compliment the two of you." Clive said.
Nicole waited until I had to do some darkroom work again and
followed me into the room with an eager smile. She looked up at
me with those big doe-like eyes as I squeezed my cock into her
very tight pussy and fucked her slowly, fondling her breasts
while she clung to my shoulders. It was the forth time that week
that I was in her, I would soon be sodomising the girl many more
times too.
"Ahhhhh! You are so nice and tight!" I gasped into her wet and
sticky mouth.
The excited girl soon was cumming hard and crushing me in her
sweet grip.
"I love you!" she gasped as I pulled my lips from hers.
I didn't answer her, I pulled out of her and pushed her to her
knees. She sucked my wet cock eagerly and drank down my sperm as
I came in her mouth, then I bent her over the table and buggered
her slowly until I came twice in her tightly sucking bottom.
She held me and kissed me some more.
"Can I come to your house?" she asked in a sweet little voice, "I
can tell Daddy I'm with school friends, he doesn't check."
I liked that idea very much, I nodded and hugged her. After we
left the room I wrote down the address and my home phone number
for her. She placed it in her little diary. She smiled at me and
ran off at the sound of her father calling her.
Barry met me at the door while I was clocking off that evening,
he seemed excited.
"Hey Richard, you must be 'boffing' Nicole man."
I looked at him and shook my head.
"Why would you think that?" I said as if the thought were
disgusting.
"Well, she doesn't want to talk to anyone any more and she's
always hanging around with you." he laughed.
"Well actually, Clive asked asked me to keep an eye on her,
that's all. I think you are right about her having the 'hots' for
me though, she's always staring moonie-eyed at me all day." I
told him.
"I told you man, you got to 'do her'. She's hot for you!" he was
so enthusiastic for me to fuck his cousin.

The doorbell to my flat rang at about half past ten in the
morning and the smiling face of the pretty white girl greeted me
as I opened the door. She was in my arms almost before the door
was closed and her tongue deep in my mouth as she clung to me.
Nothing was said as I guided her into the bedroom and slowly
stripped off all of her clothes.
When she was naked, I stood back and admired her body. It was
much better than I had imagined, her soft skin was flawless and
her hips wonderfully curvaceous. Her breasts were the size of
large apples, firm and hard. I reached for them, flicking the
nipples with my fingers and then squeezing her breasts gently in
my hands. She leaned her head back and sighed with her eyes
closed. I kissed her neck and ran my lips down her flesh to each
nipple, bringing a gasp of pleasure from her. She held my head as
I kissed down her body, then I pushed her back to the bed and
spread her shapely legs. I dined on 'girl-flesh' that morning,
making her scream in orgasm several times before I stood up and
removed my own clothes. She lay there watching me, her face a
mask of pure lust as I went to her and pulled her to me. We
kissed hotly and then she fell to her knees on the floor, she
wanted to lick me as I had done her and I let her. I stood there
with my knees buckling as she sucked me, her mouth was
exceptional, showing that there at least she wasn't a virgin. I
knew then that she had done this before many times to have that
kind of expertise. I cried out and unloaded into her waiting
mouth, feeling her suck mercilessly at me and swallowing all I
had until I collapsed onto the floor beside her. She held my head
up and stared into my eyes, kissing me with little pecks of her
lips until I recovered.
Then in the sexiest, huskiest voice I ever heard she said:
"Let's fuck!"

It was about three in the afternoon and we lay gasping on our
backs on the bed. I don't recall how many times either of us had
orgasmed, but we were both exhausted.
She rolled over and cuddled up against me, her head on my
shoulder and my arm around her.
"That was fantastic!" I gasped as I caressed her smooth hip and
the ripe curve of her buttock.
"Yeah!" she sighed and was soon fast asleep.
I opened my eyes and realised that I too had fallen asleep. It
was not yet four o'clock by the glow of the clock-radio and I was
starving. I woke her with a passionate kiss and she clung to me
as I rolled onto her back and entered her once more.
I cooked some chicken stew with onions, some mixed vegetables and
a serving of long grained rice. She ate it down and giggled
across at me.
"It's nice. You're a good cook!" she said and shoved another fork
full into her pretty mouth. She gazed at me over the small table,
her eyes full of adoration.
The light of the afternoon sun was playing across her breasts,
giving her skin a golden glow.
I was becoming hard again and I wanted her, but I forced myself
to wait.
We lay on our sides in the large sofa, her back to me as we
watched TV and my cock deep inside of her wonderfully tight arse.
I slowly buggered her, sliding thickly in her rectum and cupping
her breast while we watched the afternoon movie. I kept her there
against me for the remainder of the day and then we had sex again
in the shower before she had to dress and leave for home.

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