Jailbait 2 (MF, 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 summer holidays were over and Nicole was back at school. I
didn't see her for a long while and found that I missed her very
much and missed the wild sex we both enjoyed immensely.
Clive seemed unusually friendly with me and would call me into
his office for chats when things were going a bit slow. He seemed
to be really happy about how me and Nicole had been getting
along.
Then we got a new artist. I was quite shocked to see that it was
a girl. She was about twenty five and quite pretty, nice breasts
and very long shapely tanned legs. But she had a face like a
grade A bitch and that opinion didn't change anyone's mind after
the first day either. She claimed to be able to do eight jobs a
day, but after two weeks on the job she could barely manage two
more than Paul. Whenever she spoke it was with a very posh accent
and she turned her nose up at everyone except Clive. I don't
think anyone really liked her at all. I wasn't bothered one way
or the other really, I was too busy with my work to worry about
her. The others avoided her and tried not to have to talk to the
snooty young woman.
She didn't care though, she did her job and left for the day
without too much mixing.
Barry seemed to know her though but didn't say how.
"What a Cunt!" Barry spat, "Who the fuck does she think she is?"
"Lord Haw Haw's daughter!" I joked.
"Actually, Richard," came Clive's voice from the stairs, "She's
my daughter."
We both turned to stare at the man in surprise, Clive had never
really come down to linger in the printing room before in the
evenings, he usually was off home by then.
"You're kidding, right?" I said.
“No, he's not I'm afraid!” Barry said, finally owning up that he
did indeed know who she was.
"Terri's from my first marriage. She grew up mostly with my
ex-wife and her husband, the rich toff." he laughed, causing us
both to relax. "She's learning the business so that she can take
over some day."
"Not soon I hope!" Barry said with what sounded like panic in his
voice.
"Oh God no!" he laughed, "I'm not even close to retiring yet."
We both breathed a sigh of relief and then all three of us burst
out laughing.
"Actually, Richard, I've come to ask you a favour."
I looked at him, hoping it was something to do with Nicole. "I
want you to mentor Terri for me."
I stared at him open mouthed.
"She doesn't like me. She doesn't like anyone. How am I going to
get her to listen to me?" I asked.
"Actually you're the one person she does seem to respect here. I
don't know if it's your age or your experience, but she talks
about you to her mother all the time." he told me and smiled. "It
seems like both of my daughters have a thing for you. I could
possibly end up with black grandchildren."
He laughed and so did Barry, but I was a bit freaked out. Why?
What was it that they were seeing that I couldn't?
"You guys shouldn't worry about her too much," Clive said,
"She'll grow on you, you'll see!"
When he was gone Barry 'fess'ed' up.
“I only met her four times when she was at Uncle Clive's house.
She was always a bitch to me then, that's why I never really
liked her.” he said.
I spent the next Monday morning setting up my next piece of
artwork and had just started when Terri came and stood next to my
desk. She had a serious look on her face, the condescending look
she normally wore was strangely in absence now.
"I'm having some trouble with the typeface, it doesn't look right
to me. Can you check it for me please." She said softly.
I looked over at her and nodded, leaving my artwork half done and
walking with her over to her desk to see what she was talking
about. The text on her brief should have been Ariel, but was in
fact Bondin. I smiled, that had been well spotted.
"Very good eye for detail on you Terri, I'm impressed." I told
her.
I took her back to the letter-type machine and we went through
the typeface balls, the Bondin type was in the Ariel place and
all the others were all over the place. I sighed and shook my
head, I would have to place each one back in it's rightful place.
"I'll do it!" she said suddenly. I looked at her and saw
something softer in the eyes that startled me. She was already
taking the balls out of the box and selecting the corresponding
place for them. As I typed out her text string for her and made
several copies just in case, she finished tidying the typing ball
box and came to stand next to me.
"Thank you," I said, "I never got the others to do that before, I
always had to do it."
"I like doing my fair share." she said simply, trying to impress
me.
She did too. She helped me to tidy up the stores and re-order
paper, while Paul just looked on. He was a lazy shit really, who
didn't do more than was absolutely necessary.
"Huh!" Terri said under her breath as she looked across at the
man, "Does he ever help out, or do you do all this kind of
stuff?"
"No, I pretty much do everything here when it comes to this
department." I told her.
"No wonder Dad likes you so much." she smiled, it was unexpected
and lit up her entire face. Suddenly I realised that she was
quite a beautiful young woman. I smiled back and we continued
re-stocking  the shelves.
"Where did you study?" she asked me out of the blue.
"I didn't. I left school just after I completed secondary
school." She raised her eyebrows at me.
"Really?" she was surprised, "You're very well spoken."
"Well that was from having well spoken parents. Neither of them
went to college or anything in Guyana, my father had to leave
school early and my mother became pregnant with me, then after
they got married they came to London and I was born." I told her.
"They must be upper class in... Guyana is it?" she asked.
"Well my Mother was until her mother married a gambler and things
went down hill from there."
She seemed very interested in my past and my family, throughout
the day I told her of some of my family legends and had her
laughing her head off.
"Is that really true!" she laughed.
"Well, it may have been embellished over the years, but yes." I
smiled.
We were both surprised when we realised the it was well after
five thirty and Clive was locking up the place. He smiled at us
and jingled his keys.
"You two want to sleep here?" he grinned, pleased that I seemed
to be getting on with his daughter.
We got out of there fast.

The doorbell rang on Saturday morning and I opened the door to
find the glorious little Nicole standing there in a short black
dress, her ripe breasts curved nicely from her deep 'V' neck. She
jumped into my arms and kissed me hotly, I stepped back and
closed the door, walking into the bedroom with my lovely little
angel wrapped around me. I had not seen her for nearly a whole
month and I even felt a tear in my eye as we lay together on the
bed, my cock deep in her sweet, tightly gripping belly as I
slowly reamed her sucking vagina. She gasped and clung to me,
staring up into my eyes and smiling at me.
"I missed you!" she gasped, "I missed you so very much.”
"Baby, I missed you too. I've longed for you and dreamed about
you." I told her.
I shoved deep into her, bringing a little squeal from the girl. I
fucked her hard and deep until she came on my cock and then I
unloaded into her belly, laying on her and enjoying the squeezing
that her orgasm was causing me. I stayed inside her and we fucked
again, spending the whole day in bed. I spent a lot of time in
her sweet, tight little arse. I had turned my little girl into
quite an butt-slut.

Terri was smiling as I came into the office on Monday. She had
come in early with her father and had made a start on a piece of
artwork she had chosen on the previous Friday. By ten o'clock she
was having trouble working the huge camera. Paul refused to help
her and she came to me, sneering at the blonde man.
"Bastard!" she grumbled under her breath as We walked into the
darkroom. I closed the door and switched on the red light. I
thought about the first girl I had taken in here, Terri's younger
half-sister, Nicole. I thought back to the many times I had
buggered the girl in there as her father talked to us through the
door.
I stood behind Terri directing her on the use of the machine. I
kept my distance, not wanting to touch her inappropriately. She
didn't seem to be getting the operation of the camera quite right
and I found that I had to accompany her to the room all week. She
seemed to bump against me a lot in the small room each time we
were in there alone, her breasts always seemed to press against
my chest or her bum would rub my hand or my crotch. One time she
was trying to hold two pieces of acetate together while she was
trying to do some transparencies for colour separation. She asked
me to reach around her to hold the transparency so she could
clamp it. As I held the sheets I felt the round globes of her
bottom against my crotch, I was unable to move back so her arse
pressed hard against me until I became very erect.
"Err, sorry!" I said in embarrassment.
She didn't respond, just continued fixing the ends of the artwork
to the glass of the camera's photo-plate. As she moved about,
reaching for the pieces of tape and rubbing her bottom against my
raging cock as I tried desperately to keep my crotch away from
her unsuccessfully. When she was finished she didn't tell me
anything, just spun around to face me. Her large breasts pressing
into my chest. She rubbed her hips to mine and my cock jumped.
"You can let go now." she smiled in the glow of the red light. I
straightened up and stood back from her, blushing.
After that she became more and more brazen with me and started
'playing' with me even when her father was in the room. I looked
at him to see that he didn't seem bothered at all, even when she
grabbed my butt and squeezed.
"You have a nice arse sir!" she said laughing and walking out the
door with her Dad.

I found the woman to be a lot more boisterous than we all first
thought. Barry had now loosened up and started talking to her a
lot more often. She told me that she had always though he didn't
like her, so kept her distance.
Barry and Terri would get into a flirting match, each one would
tell bawdy jokes and rude stories. Suffice to say she was now one
of the most well liked people in the office.
Then, two months after she had settled in she made a move on me.
We had just finished work and I was on my way home.
"Coming for a drink?" she asked as she hooked my arm. "I fancy a
beer, why don't you join me?"
I looked at her for a moment then nodded.
"OK!"
She literally dragged me into a pub in the Ilford town centre
across the road from my branch of the Nationwide Building
Society. I got a beer for her and a ginger ale for myself, then
we sat at one of the window seats. She looked straight into my
eyes and smiled at me.
"You didn't like me very much when I first started here did you?"
she asked me, sipped her beer.
"Well I did think you were a toffee-nosed snob, but you did
loosen up a bit and when you helped me tidy up and re-stock I
changed my mind about you." I told her.
She gave a little laugh and her knee touched mine under the table
as she adjusted her seat. She didn't move it away.
"I did kind of like you when I first saw you. I had heard a lot
about you from my Dad and my little sister goes on about you all
the time. My stepmother says she's dying to meet you. I kind of
knew a lot about you before I started, but I'd didn't want to
come in like 'oh so you're that nice guy eh?' kind of thing. I
wanted to get to know you for you." she drank from her beer and
continued.
"I know I was a bit cold, but I just wanted to see how you would
react to me. I was surprised that you still tried to be nice to
me even though I was so cold."
I shrugged.
"That's the way I am, I always give people a chance before I make
up my mind about them. Though I tend to keep out of their way and
watch them at first." I said.
She accepted my explanation and we chatted about people at work
and then family.
"I got a place nearby so I wouldn't have to travel too far. It's
just down the road from here and it only takes fifteen minutes to
get from door to door."
I nodded in appreciation for her thinking, I didn't live too far
away myself, I was just a mile and a half away in Manor Park and
usually walked in to work and back home again for the exercise.
She had three glasses of beer and I had a shandy that she
insisted that I drink, then she wanted me to come to see her
place for myself. I didn't see any harm as it was on my way home.
She seemed a bit tipsy, but accustomed to drinking and she hung
onto my arm as we walked to her rented house just over past the
A406 ring road fly-over. She lived on Romford road and fumbled
with her keys as she let us into the house. Inside it was
sparsely furnished but cosy. She dumped her things in the chair
and went towards the stairs.
"I'll just change out of these things." she said and disappeared
upstairs for ten minutes.
I sat watching the news and turned as she re-entered the room. I
swallowed a huge gulp as she entered wearing just a large t-shirt
that came down to the tops of her splendid thighs. I could see
from the movement of her breasts that she was not wearing a bra.
She came over and sat on the arm of the chair I was in and draped
her arm over my shoulder, leaning heavily on me. The beer on her
breath was disorienting as she spoke to me.
"So, what you want to do now?" she asked as she draped her legs
over mine and slid slowly into my lap. Before I could answer her
lips locked against mine and her eager tongue sought my mouth.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned as she kissed me deeply.
I was in shock. It was the second time in my life that a female
had her lips against mine in an un-maternal way and I was now
with the older sister of the girl I was regularly fucking.
I reached up and fondled her lovely breast through the garment,
bringing another moan from her and then I began to pinch her
nipples through the cloth.
"Ooooooh!" she moaned as she pulled her mouth away from mine.
I pushed her off me and pulled her into the sofa, spreading her
thighs and finding her plump pussy bare. I dropped to the floor
on my knees and spread her nether-lips and tongued her wet, open
flesh. She grasped the back of my head as I used all the things I
had practise on her younger sister on her, bringing her to a
thundering orgasm very quickly. She ground my face into her
crotch, pouring out her creams onto my face and mouth and I
lapped it all up.
"Wow! That was fantastic!" she gasped as I knelt up and undid my
trousers, feeding my cock into her slippery tightness and
bringing another gasp from her. She clung to my shoulders and I
fucked her slowly, her strong toned legs wrapped slowly around my
hips. Eventually, we ended up on her bed and we stayed there
until the next morning.

She latched onto me after that and I found myself sleeping in her
bed twice more that week. She even got me to fuck her in the
darkroom as I had done with her sister, eventually getting my
cock up her lovely tight bum with very little resistance. She
seemed to like that almost as much as her younger half-sister
did.
She wanted to spend the day with me on the Saturday, but I told
her that I needed to do some running around on that day.
"How about Sunday then?" she said. I nodded and she kissed me.
I spent the morning explaining to Nicole why I had fucked her
sister. She cried as she clung to my hips, her body shuddering
from her tears. I tried to sooth her as best I could, my cock
throbbing in her tight, warm pussy.
"But I love you!" she cried.
"I know Baby, I know. But you are still too young for us to have
a proper relationship just yet and I want to be with you. We just
need to wait a bit, OK?"
She nodded and began to hump against me again.
"You can have her as long as you stay with me!" she whispered
into my ear as her muscles squeezed me.
I gasped and came hard in the exciting belly of the sweet little
Nicole.
"Yes! Yes!" I screamed and she kissed me hard.
We lay there, locked together and kissing for another few minutes
before she pushed me off her and got to her feet.
"You can fuck her all you want, but you belong to me. Get it!"
she sounded angry.
"Yes Nicole!" I told her, letting her know that I was indeed
hers.
She went over to stand next to the window and I admired her
wonderful curves, that splendid bottom of hers and those lovely
legs. She really was incredible. She turned and saw me staring at
her and finally smiled coming back to the bed and sitting down
next to me.
"I don't intend to let you go." she told me as she fondled my
balls, "You're mine and I'm not giving you up!" she squeezed
gently, but enough to make it very uncomfortable. I didn't try to
stop her.
"I want your arse!" I said to her and she smiled and climbed back
into the bed.

Clive invited me to a family gathering out in some place in
Norfolk. They had a large house out there that they holiday in
and since his wife wanted to meet me, it was the ideal choice.
It was Christmas time and the printery closed down for the two
weeks until January. I would be spending the entire time up there
with the Simons family. He talked of how much his wife was
looking forward to meeting me and that his three daughters would
be at the house. He seemed very excited.
I was honoured that he invited me, but I wondered why no one else
had been asked.
"Their all a fine set of workers, but you are the only one that
my daughters have actually connected with properly. I know they
make jokes and have fun with the others and all that, but you're
the only one they connected with." he smiled.
If he only knew how 'connected' I was with his daughters he would
have me strung up. I know what these Jewish men are like with
their daughters.
I eventually agreed to go with them since all of my family was
still in Guyana, I was quite alone.
The arrangement was that I would bring a travel case with my
clothes and he would then drive me to their home before we all
headed up to the Norfolk house together in the minibus they had
hired for the two weeks. I was a little apprehensive as the time
neared and as I stood in the darkroom with Terri coiled around
me, I began to have second thoughts. She was gasping as her pussy
gripped my cock, the young woman cumming hard for the second time
since we had entered the red-lit room.

I took the bus to work on the Friday morning, I was carrying my
travel bag with several changes of clothes and my toiletries. It
was quite heavy and I didn't fancy walking all the way up Romford
Road with it over my shoulder.
Clive met me at the gate and put the bag into the back of his
car, then we went into the building.
The others didn't know about the invitation and I wasn't going to
tell them either. Terri didn't mention it within earshot of the
others, she kept her voice low as she told me how excited she was
that I would be going up to the house with them.
"It's going to be so much fun, you'll love my stepmother, she's
so lovely. You've already met Nicole, but you're going to meet
Holly. She's seventeen and very smart, she wants to become a
doctor." Terri was obviously very proud of her younger sister,
her eyes beamed when she spoke of her.
"Is you mother and stepfather going to be there?"
She shook her head.
"They are going off to the Bahamas. I didn't want to go with them
anyway, they're too stuffy and I don't like being around them
that much any way. My half brother is such a little shit, he
seems to get everything he wants. I just want to spend time with
people who care about me." she seemed a bit angry, but brightened
as she looked up at me again.
It didn't take long for her to need my 'help' in the dark room
again. I sat with my trousers around my knees pressed back
against the low table, Terri was in my lap with her arms around
me and her tongue in my mouth. Her panties in my pocket as she
rode me desperately in the dim red glow of the darkened room.
Barry was very moody that day, he had to make a choice between
going up to Manchester to visit his family or staying in London
to be with his girlfriend and her family. She was adamant that he
was going to stay with her, but he really wanted to visit his
mother as she hadn't seen him for nearly two years.
"Barry, if she loves you then she'll understand that you have to
see your Mum. Otherwise she has to go to hell." I told him. His
parents had moved north after they retired, it was to be near his
grandmother on his father's side, but she had passed on ten years
now and they had remained up there.
"I have to think about this some more. What are you doing?" he
asked.
"I'm going out of town for the holiday, I've been invited to stay
with some friends." I said, not giving out more information.
"Ahh! So you're going up to Norfolk eh?" he laughed and I stared
in shock, wondering how he knew.
"Ricky, Clive is my uncle, remember? My mother is his sister."
"I still remember that I saw you and Nicole..." I let it hang.
"Oh, that!" he pulled me aside, "Basically, that hot little bitch
was blackmailing me over some stuff I took a while back. She saw
me and kept the info to herself as long as I did things for her.
She likes kissing as you probably already know." he smiled at me,
"I had to 'entertain' her until she got herself a man. Since she
doesn't bother me any more, I assume she got him." he looked
straight into my eyes as he said it.
I didn't reply. He chuckled and patted my shoulder.
"There's a lot more to her than you could possibly imagine,
Richard, and I believe you'll find out soon enough."

The house in Romford was quite large and the minibus was sitting
out in front just next to the open gate to the garage. The lights
were on in the front of the house as the car pulled up onto the
drive and stopped inches from the garage door.
I got out of the back seat of the big BMW and Terri looked into
my eyes, smiling as she closed the passenger door.
"We'll get your bag into the bus and then we'll go in so you can
meet the family." Clive said.

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