The Best Job In The World : by (c) Hamilton Joyce   Mf  Mm

      Chapter 1: Sierra Leone

My first was among the best of them. The little darling was from Sierra Leone and just fourteen according to her papers, which seemed to be accurate. Her mother had told me she was virgin, but there had been no hymen when I first fucked her, so either some boy or perhaps the missing father had been up that cute, shaven cunt, or some strenuous exercise at her school had breached it. Maybe a candle or hairbrush handle had found its way up there! Anyway, she was clearly not at all experienced, and may well have been virgin despite the welcome lack of physical proof.

I'll never forget her, mostly because she was the first of dozens, but partly because she was very, very pretty. Everything about her was childlike, except for her pointy, firm tits. I'll describe her to you fully as we go along, but first I should tell you how I got her, and then so many others.

I had been twenty years a civil servant in the Ministry of Agriculture,Food and Fisheries. My special task had been verifying that farmers were not exceding their quotas of milk production, a truly daft policy which leads to huge imports. But that's another story, and a boring one! In my fortieth year I developed hay-fever, which made farm visits impossible, and I had to be shifted elsewhere. MAFF was (still is though the name has changed) the arsehole of all the Ministries, collecting eventually all the deadbeats and morons who are too thick, idle or obnoxious to survive in any other branch of the civil service. Like me in fact! The Home Office is the next worse, so they shifted me there. And inside the Home Office, the Immigration Service is the pits, so that is where I ended up. Thank goodness.

Mrs Abunkad and her daughter Lucy were among my clients my very first day, applicants for the right to stay in our wonderful land of milk and honey. I was bored and pissed off, and it was bloody hot in the office where the air-conditioning had failed: so I turned her down. 'No, Mrs Abunkad. There is no reason why you should stay here, and you will have to go back whence you came, you and your daughter.'

She actually wept, which was the first interesting thing that had happened in weeks. I cheered up a bit!

'I beg you, sah!' I can't do their peculiar lingo even after years of listening to it off and on, but the gist of it is she offered me a bribe. Which I turned down, mainly because it was too small for the risk. But then she offered me her daughter Lucy. 'She virgin, sah. She good, convent girl.' 

Lucy was looking demurely at the lino-covered floor, but I could see she was a tasty little piece.

'That makes all things possible, Mrs Abunkad. I will want her for a whole night. Tonight will do. And then you can come and get your papers tomorrow, if she has really been a good girl.'

Easy as that!

Little Lucy turned up at my apartment at seven, as specified, and was in a lovely white frock, like a confirmation dress. In fact it probably was I suppose. I looked out of the window and far below me I could see her mother look up towards her daughter's ordeal, and then turn round and hurry away. I got the impression she was weeping again: clearly easy to tears. The girl was mine for the night. She stood there in front of the window, hands clasped behind her back, gaze still demurely fixed on the ground. She was lovely, she was young, she was innocent, and she was mine. I felt my cock, stiff now for an hour since I had my shower, twitch in eager anticipation. The sun shone behind her and penetrated through the cloth of her dress so I could see the outline of long, slim legs up to the shadow of the y of her crotch. Her hips were almost boyish, so slender, but she had a defined waist, tiny and emphasised by her jutting breasts. She was cool, demure and lovely. And mine!

'Now, my dear, sit down and I'll get you a cup of tea.' I motioned her to the settee and she sat right on the edge, bolt upright with her legs crossed at the ankles and tight together, as if that might prevent me from accessing the treasure between them. Our eyes met, and I looked into deep, dark pools, timid, shy and fearful. Her ankles looked very trim in her white court shoes, and her bare legs shone like silk in the late afternoon sun that streamed through the open window. 'You'll find we English drink a lot of tea, my dear. You want to be English don't you?'

'Oh yes, sir. More than anything.' These were her first words, heavily accented and very faint. She seemed very close to tears, and although that was amusing in her mother and added to my sense of power over them, I would much rather have a little girl at least half willing to oblige me. I would work hard to reassure her, in the interest of good sex.

The kettle had been hot before she arrived, and I brought a tray with the pot, cups and milk to the table in front of the settee. Also two glasses and two bottles. I sat beside her and poured the tea. She sipped. It was too warm to drink.

'And we also like to drink something with it.... very English that. I've got some whisky though I think you would not like it. But you will love this.' I poured a tot for myself, and a half tumbler of Grand Marnier orange brandy for her, enough to make her lose any inhibitions I hoped. She sipped, liked it and took a good gulp. 'Now tell me what your mother told you about today: the truth, mind you! You must always tell me the truth.'

'The voice was just a bit more confident as the strong and sickly-sweet alcohol coursed through her veins, though she still hesitated charmingly. 'My mama told me I was to do everything you want and make sure you are happy, so we can get our papers.' She lifted the glass again.

'And did she tell you what I would want to do?'

A long pause now, and the words seemed to be drawn from her with a great effort. 'She said you would touch me, and put your thing in me.'

'My cock?' I was smiling at her. 'Put my cock in you?.'

'Yes, sah.' Her head hung down.

'Wise woman, your mother.' I emptied my glass and swallowed the blue pill I had put on the tray as well. I would not need it yet, but would later as the evening developed! 'And we can do lots of other lovely things that we will both enjoy.'

'She said it would be better if I tried to enjoy it too....'

'Of course! And we are going to start with some things that are particularly nice.' I placed a hand on her thigh, just at the point where the hem of her dress stopped as she sat. Her flesh felt cool and smooth and very firm. I slid my hand up under her dress and felt her tense up, but she did not dare protest of course. My hand slid round towards the inside of her thigh, and here the skin was even silkier. I wondered if she would yet have those little springs of coiled hair that black girls get around their cunt lips. So far I had no real experience of that, but had of course seen internet photographs of black girls naked. I was keen to find out, but wise enough to know that the pleasure would be all the greater for a gradual and slow progress towards it. I slipped my hand up higher, only for her to clamp it between her thighs, a delightful feeling in itself. How much better it will be, I thought, when it is my head held tight between her flesh: not long now. 

But I put my free arm round her shoulder and pulled her onto me, her shoulder and shoulder blade tight against my chest. My hand could just reach down to rest on her breast, decently outside her dress still, but I was fairly sure already that she was not wearing a bra. At fourteen her breasts would not need one for support in any case. I could feel, or at least imagined I could, a nipple under the centre of my palm as I pressed her tit. My face was close to her ear, and I licked around it with the tip of my tongue, rewarded with a shiver that ran through her body and I could feel the tingle under my palm as that nipple hardened. I whispered, 'Let my hand go, Lucy. You knew I was going to touch you, and you want me to really.'

There was a pause, and then my fingers were free to continue their journey up her thigh. She seemed to be wearing some sort of satin panties, and her crotch felt hard and shiny when my hand reached it. 'Don't be frightened, Angel. It will be nice. You see.' Her hair was in those tight and decorative braided patterns the girls from West Africa so often use and each style has its own name (I've become an expert on African girls over the years!). I nuzzled the tight plaits and they had a scent of lemons, fresh and healthy like the girl herself. Rubbing her plumpness with my fingers, I gradually was aware of the shape of her cunt lips under the thick satin. I kissed the soft skin of her neck as I slid a finger under the edge of her panties, and inside to those cuntlips. Dry as dry! No sign of any arousal as yet. But plenty of time. I kissed her lips again and this time she reciprocated just a bit with her tongue. I felt up between her cunt lips, but there was no wetness to help me, so I removed my finger.

She had leaned back on the settee, but her bottom was still on the very edge, and her back arched. I slid to the floor and knelt on the carpet in front of her, between her legs which, obediently she had opened for me. I ran a hand up each bare leg, over her calves, up her thigh, till both hands lifted her frock and rested on the top of her thighs, cradling her still decently-covered cunt. I knelt forward and nuzzled the white satin, and could smell the heady perfume of teenage pussy, clean and exciting mingled with the lemon perfume that must have been the bath or shower lotion. I was almost painfully hard by now, but knew the greatest pleasure would be in travelling rather than arriving, in the foreplay as much as in the fucking. She might be in my power completely, bought and paid for with a couple of passports, but I would treat this as a seduction, this time at least!  

There had been the tiniest little flinch as my nose and lips met the satin of her crotch, such a delightfully modest little convent girl!...but no protest. I can still recall the almost reverential awe with which I slowly pulled down that flimsy covering, forcing her to close her legs as the panties reached her knees, and then slipped down her shins to lay in a pool of silk round her ankles. I pulled them clear, and passed them once more over my lips. I love the feel of satin, and the odour of clean, young pussy!  

This was the first ebony cunt I had ever seen naked, and it was heavenly. I opened her legs again, and saw cunt-lips that were still firmly shut, childish-looking in their nakedness, rounded there under the swelling mound of her "Mount of Venus", itself smooth and hairless. My mouth was open, resting on the soft skin of her inner thigh. I placed a thumb on each outer lip and gently pulled them apart to reveal the almost shocking red of her inner cunt-slit, like some tropical bloom contrasting with the ebony of her skin. Her clit was a tiny nub, and although she glistened there, it was clear she was not aroused, not moist. I leaned forward and covered her whole open cunt with my open mouth, feeling her body tense up as I did. I was holding her thighs now, and sought out her clit with my tongue, tracing circles around it and nibbling at it with lips guarding my teeth. I felt the clit going hard under my tongue, the softness relaced by a tiny erection, feeling like a seed of corn. The tenseness left her body, and I was aware of juices starting to flow. Never fails: no woman, however young, virginal and proper can resist a mouth on her clit! (And no boy a warm wet mouth on his cock...but that's another story and one for later!)

I was licking up and down now, and even my nose was passing over that nub, my tongue penetrating her cunt just a bit with each pass, dabbling in the juices that were now running from her pretty, teen pussy. A few minutes and her body arched. Her hips were moving just an inch or so as she endeavoured to press her cunt against my lips, scraping her open slit down my face. Her dress fell down over my head and shoulders and the sunlight was removed leaving me in an undersea world of smooth thighs and streaming teenage pussy. I licked, and was aware she was close to coming. I slipped my index finger into her vagina and felt it gripped by strong young muscles there. She would be a delight to fuck! I could hear tiny squeaking noises as she came, and whispered words in what must have been her native tongue. Her cunt alternately gripped and released my probing finger in time with the spasms of her orgasm.

I knelt there motionless, my open mouth still encompassing her cunt while her orgasm died away. I felt a pride in having given this innocent girl such sensual pleasure, and a very real pleasure in myself that I did not then altogether understand. I licked the moisture from my finger and sat beside her again, an arm round her shoulders.

'There, That was not too bad was it?'

The voice was timid, faint and hesitant again as if ashamed to admit her pleasure. Oh the guilt of a Catholic convent education! 'It was nice. Really nice.'

'And was your mother right that it would be all right if you tried to enjoy yourself?'

There was no answer, but I took her tiny hand and dropped it onto my crotch. The instant she felt my stiff cock she pulled her hand back as if scalded.

'Feel what you have done to me, Lucy.' I took her hand again and this time held it pressed against me. 'Have you ever seen a hard cock, my angel?'

She shook her head. 'Not a white man, sah.'

'Then undo my belt and put your hand inside, have a proper feel.'

Her fingers fumbled with the buckle, and then with the zip, she felt inside, and my cock sprang out: I had worn no underpants. She held it, brown hand round red shaft.

There was a satisfying gasp of astonishment.'It's very big!'

I stood up, and my trousers fell to my ankles. I kicked my shoes off (no socks) and stepped out of the jeans. My cock reared up inches from her face and must have looked like some great rocket-missile in close like that. I moved slightly to give her the benefit of it in profile. I sat again, and her hand moved again to hold it without any prompting from me.

I have a good body. I'm not tall, at five foot ten, but I'm stocky and muscular. I work out at the gym most evenings for an hour on the way home from work, use the sunbed regularly to get a golden all-over tan, and always have a total body-wax to remove every trace of body hair which used to be gingerish, unlike my blonde head-hair. I feel no shame or embarrassment to be seen at the beach in my trunks, or naked in the sauna (or bedroom!)

I sat beside her again. 'Undo my shirt buttons, Lucy, and you will be able to see a real, naked man.

Tiny fingers plucked at the buttons, and I finally threw it to the floor to join my other clothes.

'You have no hairs!'

'All waxed away my angel.'

'I'm glad! My mother waxes and shaves me too.'

'I'm glad too! Now suck me, like I sucked you. Kneel like I did.'

She knelt in front of me and, hesitantly, her lips touched the head of my cock. I am cut, and there was no foreskin for her to manage. The first little kiss was tentative, but as I took her head in my hands, I felt her lips close over my knob, warm, wet and feminine-soft. I pressed down and my shaft entered her mouth about halfway until she gagged when the knob touched her throat.

'That's right! Just bob up and down on it. That's lovely!'

The tight braids on her skull felt strange this first time, and I traced them with my fingers as she sucked.

'No teeth, darling. Keep your teeth out of the way! Yes! That's better.'

She looked up at me and again I saw those lovely eyes, deep and dark and mysterious, childlike and innocent, almost reverential, above all submissive to the male. I could see the catch at the neckline of her dress as she knelt, And I reached to unclasp it and slide the zip down showing her flawless ebony back.

'You look so lovely, the contrast of your dark skin and the white of your dress.' I reached down the front of her dress, loose now, and grasped one proud breast in each hand. Her nipples were hard, perhaps because of my stimulus just now of her clitoris, but perhaps because she had a rampant cock between her lips. Either way she had all the signs of sexual arousal. I squeezed her tits gently and she looked up again at me. As our eyes met I saw something more now, a softness, a melting quality, and very real lust. I stroked her tits and felt my orgasm rising. I decided to gived her no warning.

'Stroke my balls as you suck. Tickle them with the tips of your fingers.'

That did it! I spurted in her mouth, and as she looked up I could see the surprise and bewilderment in her eyes now. She must have been astonished by the amount of cum this first time, as I squirted two more loads before my cock was satisfied, throbbing and oozing quietly in her mouth. But she had swallowed every drop! 

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I sat her beside me again, and kissed her with real tenderness, tasting my cum still lingering in her mouth.

'And that was lovely too, Lucy. Now let me see you! Take that pretty dress off before we spoil it with creases.'

She stood up and the dress fell to the ground around her ankles leaving her naked except for her little-girl white court shoes. She stood in the same pose as she had held at the interview, hands clasped behind her back and eyes demurely downcast. I just love that in a girl or boy, innocent modesty. You can keep all your cheesecake poses as far as I'm concerned: what is really sexy is compliant, modest innocence in a child on the cusp of maturity. It was stunning, the contrast between her slender, almost boyish frame and those proud, jutting breasts. I got up and held her. She only came up to my chest. I whispered. 'And now it's time for bed, my angel.'  She looked up with those deep, dark eyes, and I could see trepidation there, but also some trace of anticipation, even excitement. How wise I had been to suck her off first and awaken her, and in my case take the edge off my eagerness by shooting a load in her mouth. Without that, I doubt if I could have got it into her without coming!

I picked her up, an arm under her bottom and the other under her back. She lay in my arms, and linked her arms behind my neck. Her pert little breasts stood up and just begged to be kissed as I lowered my lips first to one nipple and then the other. I felt and watched the nipples harden again. Her skin felt like silk, and her body was so firm and toned under that softness. I carried her through the door along the corridor and into my bedroom, where I had turned the bedclothes back ready for this moment. Despite having come once already I was stiff again, whether because of the drug or because of her tantalising sexiness I don't know. I laid her gently on the bed, on her back and laid beside her.

'Don't hurt me! I've never....'

'I know, my angel. Your mother said. I'll be gentle, and remember what she said, that it would be better to enjoy it!'

As she lay there her cuntlips were still swollen and plumped from the sucking I had given her clit and the fine orgasm she had managed with my mouth on her. They gleamed ebony and smooth, and her little hard clit peeped out like some shy maiden, pink and glistening like a valuable pearl. I could have kissed it again, but my cock was thinking for me, and it was thinking "fuck her. Do her now".

I knelt between her legs and she turned her face sideways so she did not have to look at me, look at the lust in my expression. I lifted her legs and parted them. Her arsehole looked so pretty, darker even than the flesh of her thighs and puckered, tight closed, I was almost tempted to bugger her there and then, but instead promised myself I would have her sweet bottom before she left in the morning. I lowered her legs a bit and it disappeared from view but her cunt looked just as appetising. I pushed my knob between her outer cuntlips and wiped it down her crack. There was almost enough wetness there from her earlier excitement, but I spat on my fingers and lubricated a bit more. I looked down: my cock head had been almost the same colour as her cunt now the lips were parted, but it was as if it was being held by the plump, black outer lips. I wiped it again up and down her slit, and she closed her eyes. I suppose legally what I was about to do to her could be classed as rape, but it did not feel like that, and I intended she should enjoy it in the end, as her mother had wanted.

I slid my knob again between those pretty lips, and this time applied a bit of pressure so I felt it catch in the opening of her vagina: I pushed gently and felt the knob slip in. Would there be a hymen? I hoped not! She was quite young and innocent enough for me without the bloody proof! I pushed harder and slid in quite easily till my body rested on her pubic bone, the place charmingly called the "mound of Venus", in her case a delightful, smooth, rounded, ebony little mound. She still had her eyes closed and face averted, but at least there was no weeping, and as I withdrew my cock I could see no blood. Time to fuck, proper.  

I've had a lot of girls since that first little black darling, and it is true that young teenagers have muscle-tone and elasticity you just do not find in adult women. I love their perky, firm tits, flat bellies and above all their strong little cunts, vagina walls so tight and smooth. It was like dipping it in a barrel of honey! I fucked her with long, slow strokes, nearly allowing my knob to come out entirely before pushing back in again. Still she lay there motionless. So I raised myself a little higher on her body, supported on my elbows. This slight change of position did the trick and my cock raked its full length down her clitoris with my first push in. I was rewarded with a little squeak from the otherwise inert doll. I was convinced it was a squeak of pleasure, and redoubled my eforts. Now with every down-stroke there was that stifled, panting little noise as my prick caressed her hard nub. Faster, and slightly harder now, and I could feel her hips moving under me as involuntarily she joined in the fuck, passive no longer. I felt her ankles clasp behind my buttocks and felt her thighs gripping me. Her face turned towards me, and she opened her eyes. We were fucking properly now, and I managed to prop myself on just one elbow so I could stroke her chin and face with my free hand, in a loving gesture. She kissed my finger as it passed her lips, and I stuck it in her mouth like a little cock. She sucked on it, and her eyes were shining now. Her hips were moving down and then moving up to meet mine, and we were making a lovely slurping noise as her juices flowed again, mixing with my precum.

It was almost too exciting for me, and I fought off the urge to cum in her at that moment. I used an old trick to control myself, counting in nines to take my mind off the excitement. Eighty-one, ninety, ninety-nine, one-hundred-and eight. 

With my free hand I squeezed one breast, and then the other, making her gasp with pleasure, though her pleasure can hardly have been greater than mine. She closed her eyes again, but this time in ecstasy rather than terror, and I could feel her vagina gripping me tighter and tighter. Her orgasm was not far away, and nor was mine! I squeezed her breast again, and felt the tension mounting in her. I allowed my full weight to collapse on her and felt her finger nails scratching into my back as she gripped me. Her lips closed on my chest and she bit me. Three-thousand-six-hundred-and-forty five, three-thousand-six-hundred-and-fifty-four! I could feel her tits squashed against me, her hard little nipples like points of fire for me. She was coming! Her sighs and squeaks were part stiffled by my weight, but she again was babbling on in some African tongue, and I wished I could understand those delightful obscenities. And then I felt her orgasm as her vagina closed on my prick, released, and closed again. It was milking me, and I could hold out no longer. I just had to, at the same time as hers peaked, and I pumped my cum into her virgin cunt each spurt uniting us as it mingled with the juices of her passion. My thrusts tailed off, as did her movement under me. Her nails stopped cutting into me but her fingers caressed my shoulders. I raised myself on my elbows and saw she was smiling. For the first time since we went to the bed I kissed her, and her response showed gratitude and almost love!

Rape? Hardly!

She was asleep in moments and so was I.

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The red numbers on the bedside clock said 3-15. During the night I must have rolled off my delightful twin-peaked cushion as I am sure I was on top and my cock still deep inside her when we went to sleep. I was laying on my side and she had cuddled up to me, her bottom resting against my crotch. I had one arm over her, my palm cradling her bosom. My cock was hard when I awoke, either because I needed a piss, which I did, or as a tribute to that firm little arse. I moved slightly and got a hand between us to feel the soft skin and firm flesh beneath. It had still been twilight when we went to sleep, and it was pitch dark now. I felt into the crack of her arse and found it wet and slippery there, where her juices and my spunk was leaking out still. I parted the crease with thumb and forefinger and found the right place for my knob. It slipped easily in.
My eyes were getting used to the dark, and her back gleamed slightly from the relected light of streetlights several storiues below us. I started to fuck her gently, not wanting to wake her up. 

Again I was tempted to change my aim just so slightly and slide up into her anus. But that was for later. It was enough to have her from behind, and kiss her lovely shoulder, and caress the breast I could reach with my left hand. She moaned in her sleep and I felt her bottom press even harder against me: no doubt she was having an erotic dream! I made no attempt to delay myself this time, and had one of those really big, gentle cums that seem to drain your balls completely. I lay there a few moments, feeling the tightness of her cunt around my prick, which gradually became limp, until her muscled cunt expelled it.

I needed a piss! I got up and could see well enough now without the light. In the bathroom I took the precaution of swallowing another blue pill: I would need a strong erection to take her remaining virginity, to get up into a probably reluctant arsehole. And I intended to have her cunt once more as well, before sending  her back to her mother. I also set the alarm for six oc'clock to give us plenty of time. When I got into bed, she snuggled up against me with a contented sigh.

It seemed like seconds later the alarm went off. I awoke with a start, she more slowly.

'I had a lovely dream. I dreamed we did it again, from behind this time.'

'That wasn't a dream. You were asleep and I slipped it into you. Was it nice?'

'Mmmmmm.'

She was still laying with her bottom tight against my crotch. Gently I turned her over onto her belly and parted those beautiful arse-cheeks. Her tight little anus, darker than her ebony thighs, and puckered like a tiny flower, had lost none of its allure from yesterday. I lay between her legs and kissed her there, licking up and down the crack with a pursed tongue.

Some psychology books I have read explain the desire to fuck in the arse, (I prefer the old word "buggery"), as a power trip, less a matter of sex and more a matter of domination. That may well be true, and it may be why I have become addicted to it, especially when my subject is a teenager, either girl or boy. However, it is also true that aesthetically a hairless young arsehole is very, very attractive, and at least as pretty as the youngest, smoothest, plumpest cunt. I'm sure the reason why I prefer boys and girls to women and men is this essential beauty. It is also true that I was introduced to sex myself when still a youngster; thirteen I was when Mr Hathaway fucked me in the arse, and some studies suggest that early sex can lead to a fixation on similar juveniles. Whether a matter of domination, aesthetics, or juvenile sex-fixation, I was certainly keen to enjoy this pretty little bottom. And the straining of my cock was not altogether down to the pill I had swallowed! I licked and sucked, tickling her anus with the tip of a pursed tongue, slipping my tongue a wonderful half-inch into her. She giggled!

'That tickles. What are you doing?'

'I'm rimming you, sweetie. I'm kissing your bottom-hole.'

'Ugh! That's gross. Why?'

'Because it's a lovely little bottom, and because I want it to relax.'

'Relax?'

'When you know more about men, Lucy, and when you marry, you will find your man wants to put his cock in here, wants to bugger you.'

'Oh no. It's too small for that.'

'Nonsense! It's the same size as every other girl's, and they all have to have a cock in there sometimes.'

I reached for the baby oil sitting in its clear plastic bottle behind the alarm clock, and squirted some into her arse-crease. The baby oil was by the bed as I liked to masturbate using it before I got this wonderful job with all its opportunities for fantastic sex with virgins. And to be honest, baby oil is the best lubricant there is, if you are not using condoms (which only last a few seconds if you get oil on them!) I rubbed it round her anus and inserted my index finger to the first joint.

'Please, sir. Not that! It has been so nice and now you'll spoil it all.'

'You may as well learn!' I rotated my finger, stretching the rim, and then finger fucked her a few times. If it had been a boy I would have gone deeper, looking for the centre of male pleasure, but with a girl all that was needed was to stretch and relax the muscles at the anus. This I did, eventually managing to get two fingers into her and having the satisfaction of feeling the tension leave her muscles as she got accustomed to the probing. With my free hand I stroked and caressed her prettily rounded buttocks, partly to soothe her as one might stroke a nervous puppy, but mostly for the sensual pleasure of feeling teenage flesh under my palm. I lay beside her, still masturbating her anus, but whispering now in her ear.

'My little African angel, be a good girl and don't spoil it all now. I'm going to have your lovely little bottom, and though I'm the first man to I'm sure I won't be the last. You will never find it as good as a cock in your cunt, my sweetie, but you will learn to like it. It may hurt a bit at first, but that will pass and it will be all right then.'

I might add that up to that moment my only experience of anal sex had been on the receiving end of several men's cocks when I was her age and a little bit older. But that, of course, had told me that after the first pain of penetration all that was left was a dull ache and a feeling of boredom. It was only after I had been buggered a few times I started to find pleasure in it, and my reading had told me that the prostate gland that could give the male pleasure when probed by a cock was just not present in the female! All I wanted from this virgin was silent compliance, and certainly no screams or floods of tears. I judged she was ready, and my cock certainly was, with precum welling out and a wonderfully hard erection. I felt my whole life had been leading up to this moment, the buggering of a pretty teenage girl! I could feel my heart beating and a strong pulse in my head.

I bent one of her legs sideways, enjoying the feel of her thigh betweeen my hands, and exposing her arsehole, as pretty as ever, still closed but glistening with baby oil. I kelt between her legs, held my throbbing prick in my right fist, and lowered myself onto her, watching my knob place just where it should be, penetrating a few millimetres with my slight pressure. I allowed my weight to increase gradually and at first her anus resisted, but then suddenly my knob was in her. The squeal of pain and fear was part muffled by the pillow she had buried her head in. I guess she also realised that hers and her mother's papers depended on being "a good girl and not spoiling it all". Really, for me this was a wonderful situation. Short of actual bodily harm I could do anything I wanted with this tasty little morsel and she would just have to accept it unprotesting. Perhaps there was something in that "power-trip" theory after all? But, as you can imagine, these theories were furthest from my mind as I wallowed in the pleasure of a tight little arsehole and pliant, smooth buttocks beneath my thighs. I pressed harder, and my cock slid into her until finally my tanned thighs rested on her darker arse-cheeks. I was completely in this virgin bottom!

Her cunt may have been delicious but this was the royal road to pleasure, and I understood why men had been willing to risk imprisonment, shame and ruin to have my arse when I was her age. She may have sobbed just a bit but mostly she honoured her mother's agreement with me and did nothing to spoil my enjoyment of her tight little hole and silky buttocks. I allowed my weight to rest on her as I licked and kissed her flawless back, and reached under her to grasp a breast in each hand. Now I raised my hips and allowed my cock to slide out but only as far as the rim of my knob. In again, squeezing and fingering her tits. A pause, withdraw, and in again, harder this time. I heard her sob muffled by the pillow. Good! Give it to her harder and faster! Give her something to really weep about. I shagged her mercilessly, my cock doing the thinking, my hands doing the feeling. I relinquished her breasts for a moment to look at her arse beneath me. It was very tempting, so smooth and round! I slapped it with my right hand as I thrust into he, and then with my left as I withdrew. This was the way! I could feel her tightening as I slapped her, and that was good too. I slapped with each thrust, and was greeted with a little, gripping spasm each time I was fully in. she had milked me with her cunt, and now she was milking me with her arse. I fucked harder, faster, drops of sweat falling from me onto her arse and back, and could feel my orgasm rising. I swore at her as I came, a huge, balls-draining cum, spurting with each thrust.

After, I was knackered! I collapsed on her, and her arse expelled my half-hard cock.

'I've got to shit!' She leaped up and ran for the toilet.

I followed a couple of minutes later, and pissed in the sink, flushing it away with cold water. I checked my cock. No blood, thank goodness. Could do without that complication. I stood in the shower under the needle points of hot water, feeling very self-satisfied. I soaped myself, and heard the toilet flush.

'Come and have a shower, Lucy.'

She seemed more cheerful, and put her arm round my waist as we stood under the shower. I guess she thought (rightly!) that the worst had passed! I had the soap in my hand and soaped her breasts. They really were a delight, so firm and so shapely. My cock hardened just as her nipples firmed under my palms.

'You like my tits, Mister!'

'I do, Lucy. You have lovely tits.' I moved to her arse, soaping her buttocks and the crease between them. 'And a lovely arse'. I turned her a bit and soaped her cunt. 'And the prettiest little tight cunt!'

She giggled.

I held her pressed against me under the streaming, almost unbearably hot water. My cock pressed against her belly, and she reached between us to grasp it.

'And you have a lovely cock!'

I wanted her again. I lifted her till her face was level with me and kissed her, pushing my tongue between her lips and feeling her teeth and palate. She reciprocated, her tongue pushing past mine and winning entry into my mouth. I held her easily: for a plump-breasted girl she was surprisingly light. My cock-head rested against her pussy, lips plumped out already, and still slippery and soapy. It slipped between them, and as if with a will of its own found out her vagina and entered it. I lowered her until her pubic bone rested on mine and I was entirely inside her. She linked her ankles behind my back and her arms around my neck took most of her weight.

I could not easily move, but remarkably for such a young girl and I am sure a novice in the art of fucking she was milking me as she had done the night before.

'Can you feel that?'

'It's lovely, Lucy.' She contracted her muscles on my prick and then released it over and over again, unbearably sensual, and building immense excitement in my arse and balls. I knew I could come like this. and that I was not far away from a huge orgasm. I glued my lips to hers, and tried to move so I could stimulate her clit, but to no avail. In this position we were simply locked together. But that milking motion inside her went on and on, and I could feel myself about to come. She pulled me even closer to her, and her tits pushed into my chest. I was coming. Deep inside her I spurted once, twice, three times, four, her tongue in my mouth, her vagina contracting tight and gripping. She must have felt my orgasm because the spasms of her cunt ceased and she looked up at me, deep brown eyes smiling.

'Was that good?'

'It was marvellous, Lucy.'

'I thought you enjoyed it when I did that before and I wondered if it would be enough by itself.'

'It was!' I lowered her to the stand beside me, and she soaped her cunt again.

Both rinsed off, I turned the water to cold for a few seconds, and enjoyed her squeals and dancing in the icy water, tits juggling. Then the two fluffy white towelling dressing gowns (stolen the year before from a hotel where the Ministry had run a training course!)

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I just had coffee, but Lucy had orange juice and muesli with the cream from the top of the milk. It was not only her sexual appetite that was healthy!  

'So what will you tell your mother, Lucy?'

'That she was right. It was better once I decided I would enjoy it.'

'All of it?'

'Not when you had it up my bottom. I don't like that. But I think you wanted that more than anything, so it's ok really.' She looked me straight in the eyes, and I contrasted the innocent, shy girl of the day before, with her eyes modestly lowered to look at the floor! What a difference a few fucks in mouth, cunt and arse could make!

'And what was the best.'

'Oh! The first. When you licked and sucked me down there. That was the best.' She was a picture, the bright white of the bath-robe contrasting with her ebony skin, her face scrubbed and shining, and the loveliest cleavage, tits lifting the thick fluffy fabric.

'Some more of that?'

'Please.'

And I was on my knees under the table. Her legs were open ready for me, framed by the robe which had fallen apart from the waist. Her cunt-lips were plump and full, and her clit peeped out like a glistening pink pearl, aroused by the sex of a few minutes before, aroused but not yet satisfied. Well, I would soon sort that. I fixed my mouth over her cunt and slid my tongue between the lips, working in a circle round and round her clit. She slid down in the chair a bit, pushing her belly and cunt towards me, and I grasped her hips to steady us. I nibbled her clit between my lips and was rewarded by a girlish squeak of pleasure. One hand free, I slid a finger up into that tight, smooth-walled cunt, and felt her grip on it. she was remarkably talented! Now I have had a lot more teenage girls I know how exceptionally gifted her vagina was. Back then I just enjoyed it. So I licked round and round, up and down, while I finger fucked her. It did not take long after the arousal in the shower, and I could feel her coming. I licked the juces clean, a mixture of hers and some of my cum.

Sitting opposite her, I noticed it was nearly eight o'clock, and I have to leave at eight thirty. 'You can tell your mother that if she comes to the reception at my office at mid-day there will be an envelope for her with permits for both of you.' I stood up and went to the window. 'And you had better get dressed now as your mother is in the carpark waiting for you.'

Walking to work, I stopped off to buy a map of the world and some pink and blue headed pins. In the office I stuck the map up on my notice board, covering the horrible Aids poster. I stuck the first pin, pink headed, in the middle of Sierra Leone.

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                        Chapter 2 : Belorus

It was about ten days later. The weather was still unbearably hot and I missed the air-conditioning we had at the Ministry of Agriculture. I was in my shirt sleeves but still it was uncomfortable, and must have been worse for the family I was interviewing, in their Sunday best. You could see she had been a pretty girl. Fifteen years before! Now she was still ash-blonde, but her figure had broadened and her tits sagged like all those Russian peasants who let themselves go to fat. The guy had looked after himself. Tall, broad, and probably all muscle, he had the same blonde hair, but not as light as his wife's, and cropped almost military style. With his clipped moustache he was obviously macho, and equally obviously rather pleased with himself. As he rabbited on.... he had to do all the talking as his wife spoke only Russian... I studied first the house-fly that lazily circled the dusty light-bulb, and then their son. I looked at the case file.  Yuri the  boy was called. Date of birth? I worked it out. He was thirteen. I looked him up and down and some imp inside me said to me 'Why not?' He'd be a tasty morsel, and was just the right age for my tastes. Clearly he had been growing fast as his grey shorts were too tight on him, hugging his hips, and more to the point, tight round the crotch, where he had an enticing little bulge that suggested a rather more than little-boy cock. His t-shirt as well was too tight, and you could see he was beginning to get some muscles on his shoulders and chest. He might have his mother's ash-blonde hair and something youthfully feminine in his face still, but he was going to have his father's muscular build. 

I stood up and walked over to my map.... still that lonely pin in Sierra Leone.... to remind myself where Belorus is. Ah yes! One of the states formed from the debris of the old Russian Empire. Slavs, like the Russians themselves.

I sat down again. He was still talking, but I had not been listening. He passed me a photograph. It was of himself in Red Army uniform, an officer by the look of it. One of those bastards! I could just imagine him kicking seven sorts of shit out of some poor bloody Czech or Pole, and if his bosses had their way, out of us as well! Shit! They would have nuked us given half the chance. "We will bury you" that bastard Kruschev had said. And here is this macho bastard thinking a picture of him in Russian uniform will help him  get his permit! Well I'll show him! What's his name again? I reached for his file. Suslov.

'Mr Suslov.' I interrupted him in full flow. 'There really is no chance of getting a residence permit. You are very clearly an economic migrant, and further you have no skills this nation can use.' I threw his file heavily down onto my desk to emphasise the point. 'You will be required to return to...' I picked the file up again and looked at it... 'to Belarus immediately, with your wife and son.'

He looked as if he had been kicked. Good!

'I can think of few things that would make me change my mind.' I looked straight at the boy, Yuri. I made eye contact and the boy must have seen how my eyes lowered to fasten on the bulge of his crotch.

'We are poor people, sir.'

'And I am not interested in money. But you have a very attractive son.' He looked quizical a moment and then as black as thunder, and I surreptitiously reached under my desk for the panic button in case he went for me, but I carried on none-the-less. 'Lend him to me for one night, and you will have your papers.'

He was silent for a second or two, but then gabbled something to his wife. I was watching the boy, and I caught his eye. I had a sudden feeling the boy was not as shocked as his father or his mother, and indeed there was almost a smile on his face. I suspected I would not be the first to enjoy that young body! His parents were babbling away in their own tongue, and finally Suslov turned to me.

'My wife says, take her, sir.She will spend a night with you.'

Deliciously humiliating for him to have to offer up his wife! But I really could not fancy that sack of potatos! 'The boy! It must be young Yuri.'

More gabbling, and then very quietly, 'Yes, but for one night only!'

'Good! Bring him to my apartment.' I gave him a card. 'Saturday evening at seven o'clock, and collect him mid-day Sunday. Make sure he has been fed and bathed. And one further thing, so he knows what is expected, and is not reluctant, you will show him by sucking me off now. Here and now, so he can see.'

He stood up and towered over me, and I reached again for the alarm. 'You cannot ask your boy to do something you are unwilling to do yourself. In any case, if you don't do what I want it is the plane back for you all, this afternoon and with a guard to make sure you go. Now, be sensible. Kneel down, unzip me and suck me off.' I stood up and pushed my crotch towards him.Slowly he knelt and I knew I had won. I watched his son as Tarzan unzipped my flies and took my half-hard cock out. The boy's eyes seemed to gleam as his father tentatively closed his lips round my knob. His mother had nothing but disgust in her eyes. Good! That would destroy his bloody macho image! Might even destroy his arrogant self-image too. I took his head in two hands and shoved my cock deep in his mouth, until he gagged on it, and then the last inch.

His wife had turned away. 'Tell her to turn round and watch, and your son too.' (Though the boy had indeed been watching, and may even have taken a step closer to the action). I pulled my cock from his mouth and assume he did as instructed because the woman turned round wide-eyed. Perhaps this was only the second cock she had seen! I stuck my cock between his lips again and held his head still as I fucked his mouth.  There was no need to make this last, and in fact I had not wanked since the night with Lucy, always hoping a tasty little boy or girl would turn up, so I was full of cum and very, very horny. I fucked him hard and felt my cum building up. 'Don't spit! I don't want a mess on my carpet. Swallow it all down!' I looked at the boy and met his eyes as I spurted in his father's mouth. I saw in them interest, excitement and perhaps even pleasure in his father's humiliation as I filled his father's mouth with hot cum, which obediently he swallowed.

After I was brusque and efficient. I zipped myself up, picked up the phone and said 'Next, please'. Turning to Suslov, it was simply, 'That is all Mr suslov. The boy at seven Saturday, and all will be well for you.'

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It was a good thing that I had made Anatoly Suslov suck me off and take the edge off my sexual tension. As it was, all Thursday afternoon and Friday I found it even more difficult that usual to concentrate on the hard luck stories, lies most of them, that were paraded in front of me. My mind kept returning to that cheeky grin, tousled blonde hair, and most of all those tight, tight shorts. I was recalling how Mr Hathaway, the school's religious instruction teacher, had introduced me to anal sex at almost the same age as this lad, and done it in such a way that to this day I enjoy a cock in my arse. Indeed, as I thought about it, I was tempted to pass by the public lavatories behind the station, a well-known cottage, and see if any guy fancied my arse. On balance I decided it would be best to wait till Saturday, by which time I would be marvelously horny.

Seven o'clock Saturday eventually came and I was ready, shaved, showered, and dressed in not much, light cotton shorts and a loose shirt. I looked out of the window and saw Suslov and his boy walking across the carpark to the flats. They disappeared from view, and then Suslov was walking away alone. My heart leaped and I could hear it beating: I was going to have the boy! The bell rang, and there he was, same tight shorts, a Chelsea football shirt (no surprise a Russian boy would support that lot!), and trainers with no socks. It looked as if he had had a haircut, or at least combed his hair better than when I had last seen him.  Someone had been trying to make him look attractive, as if he could be anything else!

His was a lovely shy smile, not frightened of me I thought, but just a bit expectant. I held my hand out to him and he thought it was to shake hands, but it was really to hold his hand, to touch him for the first time, and to lead him through my hall into my living-room, where I sat him down on the settee. There was not much point in saying anything, as he did not understand a word of english, but I made the usual social conversation, one-sided. This was going to be a strange evening, sex and no conversation.... I went to the fridge in my kitchenette and poured a couple of glasses of coke: there would be time for some alcohol later when inhibitions could be lowered, and it would relax him (especially any tensed up anal muscles!). As I put his glass in his little hand I caught him looking at my crotch, where I was very nearly hard in anticipation. As I stood over him and drained my glass I looked down and there was the hint of a growing bulge in his too. There would be no problems at least with the oral part of my cock-fun. Then I remembered the pills. I wanted to be super-virile tonight and needed him hard as well. I had decided on the yellow "weekend pills" to last right up to Sunday afternoon, and let him see me swallow one before handing him his, which he took with the last of his coke.

I took the near-empty glass from his hand,put it with mine on the side table, and placed an arm round his shoulder, pulling him gently against me. My other hand rested on his naked thigh, just under the leg of his shorts, and the skin felt smooth and warm to the touch. But I could feel the tension in his body, a fear of this man who had forced his father into sucking him off, and now would do the same and probably worse to the son. I did not want an unwilling, frightened boy. Not quite true! If necessary I would force him, but I would rather a willing little fellow, just as I had been at his age, feeling some trepidation, yes, but also the excitement of desire. I would wait, and give him time to get used to me. I squeezed his thigh just once, and then let go, kissing him lightly on his forehead before standing up and pulling him to his feet to.

'I wish you could understand me, Yuri. But the surprise will be all the better for that, perhaps.'  

My surprise was the funfair!

I did not even try to find a taxi at seven on a Saturday evening, and we walked hand in hand to the Common, where I had noticed a funfair setting up a few days before. Nobody on the busy streets gave a second glance to what was obviously a father and his teenage son, probably foreign as they were holding hands. We could hear the raucous music from the Common before we got there. Yuri had been silent ...of course... but I could still sense fear and tension as he must have wondered where I was taking him and for what purpose, so I was pleased to see his eyes light up and feel his hand grip tighter on mine when the bright reds and yellows of the side-shows came into view.

We tried the dodgems first, the two of us crammed into the tight seat as he weaved the little electric car in and out the others, delighting especially in ramming another one over and over again, driven by a boy about his own age and, I assume, sitting beside his father. I had my arm round his shoulder, draped down over his chest, and took the opportunity to squeeze his nipple, feeling it harden to a sharp little point between my thumb and index finger. He took no notice and I placed my lips close to his ear. 'I'm going to lick and suck your pretty pink nipples, Yuri.' He did not understand, of course, but doing so made me feel randy! I wished I had shorts on too as his naked thigh pressed against mine.

We had three sessions on the dodgems before I managed to divert him to the rifle-range, pointing to it as we passed in our little car. I assume he had seen his Daddy with a rifle, but it was clear he had never handled one himself. All little boys like guns, and he was no exception as I showed him how to load the .22 and aim it. It was sexy holding him in place, and feeling him lean back against me so his bottom was resting on my crotch: he must have felt my cock hard there, and I could see a little tent in his shorts. I was glad I had waited before seducing him. This would be better with a willing boy. He did not shoot very well, probably because the gun was heavy for him, but the side-show manager gave him a base-ball cap as a prize in any case: I guess he fancied the boy, and indeed now he was laughing and happy he was spectacularly sexy.

Next it was a machine called the octopus, with chairs on metal struts that whirled round through the air at breakneck speed. Here he held onto me for dear life, and for the first time, squeezed together in the little cab, I treated myself to the first feel of his cock, through the cotton of his shorts. It was gratifyingly erect, and as I closed my hand round it felt large for a teenage boy. He took no notice, it seemed, and did not reciprocate by groping me. So it was on to the big-dipper. I would not willingly have gone on this, having a healthy fear of heights, but he was excited by the prospect. And, Lord! how we squealed when the cart sped down the rails, up again, paused at the top, and then down again at breakneck speed. We were at the back, with two couples sitting in front of us, and I was able to feel him up again as we clutched each other. I placed his hand over my crotch, and as if he had been waiting for permission, he grasped it and turned towards me, eyes shining and not only with the excitement of the ride. I whispered in his ear, 'And I'm going to suck that lovely boy-cock too!'

Legs still wobbly from the hair-raising ride we wandered round the show, Yuri eating a pink candy-floss. After about an hour I could not wait any longer, and we left. We were lucky with a passing taxi, and as we sat in the back we again held each others' cocks, me hoping that was below the cab-driver's eyeline. Either he could see, or he was alive to what was going on by some sixth sense (it takes one to know one!) because as I paid him he muttered, "Have fun with your little angel, you lucky bastard". I glared, and did not tip him!   

Back in the flat, I sat the boy down again on the settee, and poured myself a stiff whisky, him a half tumbler of Grand Marnier. I watched as he sipped it,liked it, and took a long gulp of the sweet orange brandy. I finished mine and put the glass on the side-table. He finished his with one draught, and I imagined the alcohol coursing through his veins, along with the pill I had given him earlier, the two together should remove any remaining inhibitions.

He allowed his weight to rest against me, his blonde head on my shoulder. Boys sometimes don't like to kiss but this one was happy with it and turned his face to me. Our lips met and we embraced for a long minute, a passionate kiss with tongues touching. I could taste the sugar of the candy-floss and the orange brandy on his lips. Midway I took his hand and placed it on my crotch, and was excited to feel him grasp my cock through the thin cotton. I ran my hand up the leg of his shorts and found his cock, hard under cotton underpants. We sat there kissing, and groping each other. 

This was too good to stop, but I desperately wanted him naked. I stood in front of him and pulled my shirt up over my head at the same time as I kicked my shoes off. My belt now, and I stepped out of my trousers to stand naked in front of him. His eyes were focused on my cock, but then he raised them to make eye-contact with me, and I imagined I could see some sexual arousal in those clear blue eyes with their long, feminine lashes. My cock twitched and a clear drop appeared in its eye. The boy's glance returned to my cock and he reached out to cradle my balls in his cupped hands, as if testing their weight. My cock twitched again, and he leaned forward. I felt the tip of his tongue tickle me as he licked with it in a straight line up over my balls, onto the root of my cock, and then up the length of its shaft. As he paused before touching my knob, I realised something as clear as daylight. I wished he could understand what I said.

'I know you've sucked cock before, Yuri. But I think it was little boy cock, not full grown adult's. I saw you looking at my cock while your father sucked me, and thought you were watching him wide-eyed because of what he was doing. But it was the size of the cock he was sucking, wasn't it?'

He looked up at me with shining eyes and that lovely, toothy grin: then he took my balls in one hand, my shaft in the other and pursed his lips around my knob. I reached down and held his tousled blonde head between my palms, pushing till most of my cock was in his mouth. He reached behind me and was pulling me onto himself, a hand on my naked bum.I scarcely dared move as I just knew that if I fucked his mouth I would not be able to stop myself coming, so I stood there and enjoyed the feeling of his mouth on my cock, and the knowledge it was a willing young teenage boy doing the sucking.  If I had been a Roman Emperor, or an American media millionaire I could not have had a prettier partner nor a more willing boy!

I still wanted him naked! I slipped my hands down the front of his sweat shirt and tweaked his nipples. He squeaked, but did not stop sucking. I ran my hands over his hairless chest, which felt well-covered and not at all scrawny. He knew what I wanted, and probably was looking forward to showing me his naked body. His lips left my cock and 
he was kicking his own shoes off and pulling his t-shirt over his head, undoing his belt and shuffling his shorts down to his ankles, and off. He was naked and lovely. He could not understand my words, but surely he must have sensed the admiration in my voice.

'Lovely! So lovely! Sexy boy. I love your hard little cock and tight little naked balls.' 

I don't know why I had expected him to be suntanned. probably because the only other boys I had seen near-naked, teenagers in their tight little speedos on Greek and Spanish beaches, had always been tanned. And Yuri had tanned arms and legs. But his body was as white as milk, smooth and creamy. Only his nipples were pink, and his lovely little knob peeping clear of white foreskin. I raised him so he was standing beside me, and then sat down where he had been a second before. My turn to enjoy caressing his body now. I fingered his hard little nipples, and stroked his hairless chest and flat belly. His cock was standing for me and I nuzzled his crotch with my face with my arms around him, hands holding his hard, little boy buttocks.  My turn now, and he sighed with pleasure as I closed my lips around his knob and sucked, hollowing my cheeks with the effort. He placed a hand on my head, and I was certain now that he had enjoyed oral sex before: there was no awkwardness or hesitation, but simply a pleasure in feeling the warm, wet pressure of a mouth around his little prick. I allowed my hands to slip into his arse crease as I pulled him towards me, and his cock slid into my mouth till my lips were at its root, my nose touching his belly.

I allowed it to slide out again, and lowered my face so my tongue could touch his balls. I licked upwards over them with the tip of my tongue. They looked hairless, but my tongue could feel the finest of first-hair there, blonde and so fine as to be almost invisible. Now I could see there was a thin line of the same incredibly fine and blonde hair at the base of his cock, in a scarcely visible fringe at the base of his white belly. I sampled that too with my lips and tongue, before going down again and taking one whole ball into my mouth and sucking on it. He wanted my mouth on his cock, however, and pulled back a bit making me relinquish that little egg. Now he shoved forward again, insisting on my lips accepting his cock. And he fucked me, fucked my mouth. I stroked and caressed his buttocks as he shagged my lips, his little-boy cock showing me he knew all about this sort of sex, at the least. I was about to try slipping a probing finger up his arse when I realised he was coming. There was not much cum, but it was slippery and silky, and all the more delightful for being true boy-juice. I sucked on his still hard cock as it twitched in my mouth, and while he held my head between his little palms.

I was still hard, and it was clear he expected to suck me off now. Whoever he was used to playing with, this was evidently their routine. But I had other ideas. My arm around his shoulder again as he sat beside me, I whispered in his ear, making him giggle as I tickled it with my tongue. 'Later, little Yuri. Later. I'm going to have your pretty little white arse first!' He could understand not a word of course.

I reached for the TV remote. The dvd and tv were set up and the film had been especially chosen to introduce the idea of arse fucking: one of my favourites in fact. I deliberately muted the sound as the film was Russian, probably, and I did not want Yuri to hear stuff I personally could not understand. In any case the plot of the film was clear enough! 

The boy is about thirteen, I should think. About the same age as Yuri, and at that ideal age when the hormones are raging making him as horny as hell, but when much of the body shape of childhood is still present. No body hair, muscles just beginning to form, and the slender beauty of first adolescence. Like Yuri he is milk white, untanned, and skin unblemished. Except for the arse where he has clearly been beaten, but not enough to break the skin in any ugly way. The opening scene is clearly a schoolroom ....bible-land maps on the wall, a globe, blackboard, desks. A guy with a lean and hungry look has bent our little hero over one of the school desks. He pulls the boy's white shirt from his waistband and puts it over the boys head, so he would be in darkness. Now he grabs the boy's shorts and pulls them down, along with rather grey underwear, till his arse and thighs are bare. The guy is dressed in a black waistcoat and black baggy trousers. He unbuckles his broad, black leather belt and slides it from his trousers. He stands back and lashes that white naked arse. Six times in quick succession. The boy utters no sound, but flinches each time, and certainly it will have hurt. His buttocks go a lovely pink!

The school master pauses, and lays his belt on the adjacent school desk. The camera pans to a closeup of his crotch. He is erect, a real tent appearing in the shot. His flies have old-fashioned buttons, and again in closeup we see his fingers popping them and allowing his cock to spring free. It is veiny and looks as if it has been well-used, thick and emerging from masses of black hair. The knob is red and angry, and already weeping drops of pre-cum onto the polished wood-block floor. He grasps the boy by his hips and places the knob on his buttocks, spreading them with both hands. The disproportion between the huge, flaming red knob, and the tiny pink anus is gross. He spits on his fingers, annoints the anus, spits on his hand again, annoints his knob, and......the film fades out!

Yuri's attention is fixed on the screen, but he is still holding my cock in a loose grip. I have a hand over his shoulder, playing with his boy-tits, and the other in his lap where his cock is still hard. I use the short gap in the action to steal another kiss from his still-sugared lips, and am excited to feel his tongue penetrate my mouth. I slide my hand down his back and under his bottom, so his weight rests on my palm. I whisper again in his ear. 'Your pretty little Russian bum, Yuri. For me.' He snuggles against me, only too happy about this male-male loveing.

The film cuts to a dusty mediterranean scene. Small town in the background, railway sidings in foreground. The boy has a bag over his shoulder and is looking at the white labels on the goods-wagons painted a dusty maroon colour. He stops at one ....the letters are cyrillic and mean nothing to me, though they might to Yuri. He opens the huge wagon door, and slips inside, half-closing it behind him. It is empty except for a couple of hemp sacks, one empty and the other seeming to be about half full of grain. He settles down, his back to that one.

There's a jolt, and it is clear the train is starting. Just at that moment a kit bag is thrown into the wagon, followed by an old-fashioned wooden-stocked rifle, and finally a big, burly guy in a dusty, crumpled army battle-dress. He looks at the boy, says nothing, and leans up against the wooden wall, rummaging in the top of his kitbag. His search is rewarded by a bottle with presumably red wine in it, a crust of black bread and a clasp knife. Still silent he cuts a bit of bread off, chews and swallows, grips the cork with his teeth and takes a swig. He offers it to the boy who hesitates, but accepts it and takes a deep gulp before handing it back. It is half empty now, and the guy puts the cork back and it joins the knife and crust in his kitbag. Now he says the first word....which I know is "Beograd", though the film is muted this time. So they are in the Balkans, and about the time of the first world war presumably. The boy nods his "yes".

The guy gets up and squats on his haunches. his kitbag falls over. He sits beside the boy and places his arm around his shoulders. I squeeze a bit on Yuri's shoulder and he squeezes my cock, turning his face to kiss me just as the guy on the train reaches for his flies, unbuttons them and takes out the most monstrous, and ugly cock you ever saw. A real monster, ten inches long, battered and veiny, and tanned a leather-brown. Only the great plum of its head is bright purple and raging-hard. It looks as if the boy is resigned to adult men fucking him as he does not struggle when the soldier tips him over on his belly across the kitbag that has been rolling about the wagon. Brutally he tears the boy's shorts down to his knees, spits on his hands, transfers the spit to that slender, white arse, and rams his cock head up it. The boy does not flinch or protest, and is buggered hard for about ten minutes, with the camera taking up all sorts of angles to maximise the enjoyment (and its impact on Yuri I hoped). The guy reaches under the boy and we see in close-up the boy is hard. He has learned to enjoy this treatment.

'You see, Yuri. He likes it! Just as you will when I bugger your sweet, white arse.' Nothing from Yuri, of course.

I decided to teach Yuri a few useful english words. I placed his hand on my cock. 'Cock, Yuri. Cock.' I held his cock in my fist and ran my hand up the slim shaft. 'Cock.'

'Cock,' he repeated, and giggled.

'Arse. Arse.' I reached under him and rested a probing finger half an inch in his anus.

He reached under me and I felt his finger touching mine. My cock twitched! 'Arse.' Another coy smile. 'Arse.'

I made a hole with my thumb and forefinger and poked it with my other hand inex finger. 'Fuck, Yuri. Fuck.'

'More solemn now he repeated the word.

'Cock fuck arse, Yuri. Cock fuck arse.'

He blushed but repeated his first english sentence for me. 'Cock fuck arse.' I kissed him lightly.

The guy comes in the boy's arse and there is no "money shot" of hot spunk spurting over tender young buttocks.... the film almost qualifies as realism! The guy turns the boy over: the lad has unbuttoned and been wanking off while the soldier is shagging him. Now it is the soldiers mouth on the boy's cock, and a sort of "money shot" as the boy's second spurt goes over a weather-beaten face, tongue licking at the cum as it drips down over his chin. I kill the film there, despite a little protest (Russian) from my young guest. If we had watched the rest we would see the boy go to sleep, be robbed by the soldier who jumps train, and be forced to prostitute himself in the city for money to eat and for a bed, first to a wealthy merchant, and then to a priest in black robes, and finally to a weathy middle-aged woman who turns out to be a transvestite. But my intention of showing Yuri what being buggered can be like was fulfilled, and I seriously needed to fuck him now.

I lifted him up and carried him naked to my bed, stopping at the threshold to kiss his lips before entering and laying him on his back on the bed. He lay there and raised his arms as if he wanted to embrace me, but I could see the trepidation in his blue eyes and it was clear he knew what I wanted. The film had told him. I turned him over on his belly and shoved a pillow under him. He wriggled. 'Nyet! Nyet!' I knew enough of Russian to know what that meant! And also what my response would be, 'Da! My pretty little boy, fucking da!'

My cock looked nearly as gross as the soldier's had on the dvd, red and angry against his smooth white bottom. I parted his arse cheeks and his pretty little arsehole was tight closed. In fact, under my palms I could feel his muscles tensed to deny me entrance. Baby oil!  I spilled enough in his arse-crease to drip down over his balls and onto the bedsheet, and used some of the surplus to make my own cock shiny and slippery. It felt good as I slid my hand up and down it a few times before working some of the oil well into his anus. He was still protesting in his Slav tongue and I was still ignoring him. My cock wanted arse, and here was a lovely bottom for its pleasure!

I placed my cock and bore down on it. His muscles resisted briefly, and then suddenly my knob was inside. He flinched, shouted something in Russian, and tried to wriggle from under me, but I was holding his shoulders down, and as my cock slid up into him the weight of my body held his belly tight to the pillow under him. I gave him a few long, slow strokes with my cock, retreating till only my knob was inside him, and then forcing in till my belly rested on his bottom. Gradually the struggles beneath me, the wriggling and writhing stopped and I could use my hands to enjoy his white, flawless skin instead of restraining him. He was weeping quietly now, his sobbing muffled by the bedsheet where he had buried his face. I remembered the first time I had been buggered ...his age... and knew if I could last out long enough before I came the pain would pass, and be replaced by a sensation not quite of pleasure, but not far off it. I decided to control myself, although that was difficult enough given the tightness of his arse that gripped my cock so delightfully, and his flawless white back, slender and so sexy beneath my caressing hands. I had to pause several times to allow my threatening orgasm to die down so I could start again at him.

The sobbing died away and he was still and silent beneath me as I ploughed him. After a bit I could feel his buttocks moving under me, not wriggling to escape now, but rising up a bit to meet each down-thrust of my hips. He was enjoying it at last! I reached under him, worming my hand between his belly and the pillow and found his cock was hard again, a lovely little handful. I scratched lightly down the length of his back with my finger nail, and heard a moan, of pleasure this time. In that moment I really loved the boy, I think, and I rested on one elbow to plant a kiss at the top of his lovely back, just where the fine hair of his neck started. another moan of pleasure. I decided I would like to see his face as I fucked him.

There were tiny protests in Russian as I removed my cock, and looked down at his arse. The formerly tight little anus, so pretty before, was now gaping wide, red and inviting. I turned him over and planted a kiss on his now-willing lips. As we embraced I felt his hand worm between us and grasp my cock. I licked one pink nipple, hard as the head of a nail, and then the other, before I bent his legs up. His cock was at least half-hard and not a bad size for his age. I was thought of sucking him again, but that arse-hole was just too tempting. His anus was still open and welcoming and he smiled as I placed my knob and shoved, sliding in easily this time. I really prefer fucking from behind and getting the full delight of hard little butts under my palms, but there is something to be said too for being able to see the boy's face as you fuck him, either pain or pleasure. In Yuri's case it was now pleasure, and I took satisfaction in the knowledge that after this first night in a man's bed he would seek cock all his life, and be a blonde delight for countless lovers. 

With this happy thought I increased the speed and power of my fucking, feeling his tiny hands clawing at my back as I shafted him. I came, a good, big cum deep in his tight hole: he did not. He was still hard. I pulled out and saw my cock dribble onto the sheets.

'And now, young Yuri, we're going to make a man of you.' He did not understand, of course, but just smiled. The realisation grew as I oiled his cock, lingering over this pleasant task and letting my fist slide up and down it several times.

'Cock fuck arse?' he said. 

'Too damn right, Yuri,' I replied as I knelt on the bed.

He certainly knew what I wanted, but was not tall enough so I had to grab a couple of pillows for him to kneel on; then he was ok and I felt his knob pressing on the hard piece between my anus and my balls. I reached under and grasped it, putting it exactly on my arsehole. I gave my usual little squeak as he penetrated: he was big for a teenager and not much smaller than Jolyon my regular lover. He will also have heard my deep sigh of satisfaction as the cock slipped easily right up me until I felt his thighs against my arse.

This was the first time I had been fucked by a young boy since I was a teen myself, and I had forgotten how abandoned and vigourous a youngster could be when he had an arse beneath him. That cock sped in and out, and his thighs crashed against my arse. I even felt his hands, fingers clutching tight at my hips, almost painfully. He was talking to himself, or perhaps me, in Russian, and from the tone of his voice I'm sure it would have been obscene endearments. I had also forgotten how quickly boys come! It seemed only moments when with a crescendo of fucking movements he pumped his thin spunk into me, and collapsed exhausted over my back. I lay on my belly, his slight weight on top of me for a few minutes, feeling him sometimes kiss or lick the back of my neck, and then I rolled over on my side and was asleep, his cock still inside me. 

It was not quite daylight when I woke up. The red display on my clock said four-sixteen. We had both rolled over during our sleep and now he was laying with his bottom fitted snugly against my crotch. I am not certain whether I had woken with a morning hard-on or whether it was the feel of that smooth, firm little arse against me that made my cock instantly erect. Whatever, it certainly was erect, and almost without thinking I positioned myself so my knob was exactly right. I could see him in the half-light, fast asleep and breathing deeply. I ran my hand down his arm, and sure enough his hand was on his cock, as it should be for any normal, sex-driven teenage boy! Amazingly, my knob slipped into him with scarcely any effort from myself: I assume his anus was still lubricted by the oil and my cum of the night before, and still relaxed from a vigourous shagging. I rested, gripped delightfully tight just below my knob, and I expected him to wake, but he was still breathing regularly and deeply. I pushed just a bit and slid into him my full length. As my thighs touched those pretty buttocks he sighed and muttered a few words in his slavonic language, but still fast asleep. I felt him leaning back into me harder than before as if, in his sleep, he was enjoying a dream of being fucked in the arse. What followed was the slowest, gentlest and most tenderly-loving fuck I had ever given an arsehole. I slid in and out, scarcely moving even the bed-clothes, and feeling his bottom completely relaxed. I stroked his silky skin and kissed the back of his neck, tousling his blonde hair the while. He murmured occasionally, and when I felt over his hip and down into his crotch I found he was still clutching a lovely, hard little cock. I must have fucked him in this relaxed and leisurely way for about ten minutes, when I felt myself coming, a big, deep, full orgasm, but slow and gentle none-the-less. I drained my balls into his arse, holding myself motionless, deep inside him, for each of at least four spurts.

Then I slept again.

It was ten when I woke again and the sun was streaming through the gap in the drawn curtains. I sat up on the bed and looked at him laying there so peacefully and happily. The bedsheet was draped over his waist so his cock was hidden, and he had one arm stretched out on top of the sheets. The other, as he lay on his back, was underneath the sheet and obviously holding his cock. I sat and studied his hairless chest and pink nipples, the shoulders with just a hint of adult muscles to come, and a sweet, cherub face, blonde hair and red lips, breathing deeply in his sleep. He had enjoyed an exciting and demanding evening and night! I drew the sheet down from his hips and had him naked. I was right about his hand, holding loosely that pretty white cock with its pink helmet. He had leaked in the night ... or it might have been me I suppose if he had produced any cum when he fucked me... and there were golden stains on the sheets. 

I visited the bathroom, and then the kitchen. Coffee for me, cocoa for him. I put the tray on the bedside table beside the baby oil we had both used the evening before and sat on the bed without waking him. He really was perfection with his peaches and cream complexion and slender white body. I leaned over and woke him with a light kiss on his forehead. He opened his eyes and I could see that for a moment he wondered where he was and why he was not in his own bed. Then I saw realisation flood back with memories of the activities of the night before, and his face wreathed in that cheeky, boyish grin as he raised his arms wide, inviting me to an embrace. I gave him what he wanted, and as he clasped himself to me, pulling me down upon him, kissed him, and felt his hard cock against me, and mine against him. I murmured some nonsense about my little angel, my lovely little boy, and then his tongue was in my mouth again searching round my teeth and palate, and his hands on my back, kneading and squeezing muscles. He really was an active and eager little lover.

He spotted the breakfast cups finally, and sat up to take a mouthful of cocoa. I sat beside him, propped against the pillow. Then he giggled and said something in Russian, giggling again. I suspected it was obscene: in fact I was sure it was, and especially when he leaned over and placed his lips around my knob. The heat from the cocoa was shocking, but then incredibly sexy. In all my life I had never been sucked by a mouth recently heated by cocoa or tea! I have since: it is a great feeling. He pulled me down the bed, helped by myself, and started a proper head job on me. I lay back in the lap of sheer luxury, and as the heat of the cocoa faded away he took another mouthful and that incredible feeling returned.

After a bit he paused and licked at my balls with a pointed tongue, nibbling the skin and pulling at it with his lips and teeth. Then that tongue lipped up under my cock, and all the way up the sensitive front of my shaft, round the head, and then the whole of my cock was in his mouth again. I caught his eye as he looked uo, and there was pleasure in his face, but also a knowning look. Now I was certain he had sucked cock before. Some older boy, an uncle or teacher, a priest perhaps back in his native land, his father maybe. Someone had educated him in giving pleasure with his mouth. And I was benefiting!

I had his head between my palms, and it felt so small under the tousled blonde hair. Another mouthful, and again the scalding pleasure for my cock. His cheeks were drawn inwards with the suction of his sucking, and I was close to coming now. I had intended to bugger him once more this morning, but this blow job was something different and to be savoured. He was bobbing up and down on me, and I reached down to finger a nipple: this was too much, the feel of that hard little nut between my fingers, and I came. He still bobbed up and down, and swallowed each spurt. Before letting me rest, his lips still round my knob, while I stroked his shoulders and neck.

After a bit he said something I could not understand, and made a run towards the toilet. His cock waved in the air, splendidly erect, as he scampered to the door.

I got up, considered a shower, but decided on a deep, hot bath, which I had run by the time he had finished in the toilet. I was laying on my back in the water when he came into the steamy room, and I noticed his cock was now limp. I did hope he had not jerked off on the toilet, as boys so often do. Without any hesitation he was in the bath with me: perhaps this was how he had learned to suck cock, sharing a bath with some other male? We lay for a bit soaking, and then I had him kneel so I could soap him down. I enjoyed the feel of his silky skin on chest and back under my hands as they slipped over him, but as you will imagine most of my attention was on his buttocks, in the crease between those rounded, almost girlish cheeks: and his balls and cock, standing again for me, so he had not wanked off in there! He was clearly enjoying the attention, but after a bit took the soap from me and, as I knelt facing him, soaped my body, and especially round my balls and cock. I was not yet hard again, I fear. The sex in the night had drained me for the time being, even with such a lovely boy to excite me!

He had me turn round so he could soap my back, and I felt his hands caressing my buttocks, and then fingers into the crease. I gave a little start as I felt a soapy finger enter my anus. He whispered three of the words I had taught him. 'Cock fuck arse'. He wanted some more! I had thought I would dry him off and then suck him again, but if he wanted to fuck me that was ok as well. So I stuck my arse out a bit and grabbed hold of the taps for support. This time he placed the knob right first time, and with a strong push entered me: I felt his cock slide easily in till his thighs rested against my buttocks. I'm afraid the water sloshed over the edge of the bath onto the floor with his energetic thrusts making waves, but was unwilling to stop him. I could clear up later. This was too good, too exciting to be shagged by a seemingly innocent teenage boy, too truly memorable to be interrupted. 

He was quick, of course, and in no time at all was coming. I wondered if there was spunk there, or whether it was a dry one. Didn't matter really!

We breakfasted, naked, on bacon and eggs and orange juice.

It was about eleven and the sun was already warm in a clear blue sky. I decided to complete Yuri's education with a brief visit to The Park.

Usually, if I was cruising for sex, I would walk up to the handsome cast-iron Victorian bandstand, and lean on the railings for a few minutes, surveying the scene. Then a leisurely walk into the bushes, with one or two guys following. Today we approached from the back instead, crossing the wide grass lawns where in a couple of hours the lads would be playing football (yes! I liked watching them, too.), and entering the maze of little paths that had been made over the years by gay cruising. I held his hand as we penetrated the gloom, indicating that we had to move quietly.

I heard some slight noises up a path to the right. I held a finger to my lips and grasped his hand tighter. We crept forward, and there they were! Two lads with their jeans round their ankles. A slender, white-skinned guy was being fucked in the arse by a very fit and muscular skinhead. The guy bending over had wavy brown hair and was very pretty, I thought. We watched for a couple of seconds, and then there was a flurry of panic as first one and then the other tried to pull his pants up. Too late for that!

'Don't worry! We don't mind.'

So as we watched, the fucking re-started. I looked down at Yuri who was watching completely entranced. Probably instinctively he was rubbing the front of his crotch. I thought the scene sexy, but the boy had completely drained me, and my cock remained limp. The willowy lad was wanking away now, in rhythm I thought with the thrusts up his bum.  He came, and white drops of spunk spattered into the fallen leaves and debris on the path. The skinhead grunted, and his more vigourous thrusts showed he was coming too. I led Yuri slowly backwards, round the bend in the path, and back to the main path.

He gripped my hand as was almost pulling me along now. He wanted to see some more! And there was one further show that morning. Again we heard a few noises, slurping sounds, and noislessly ourself crept along the side path. The tableau was interesting. Two guys had their triousers round their ankles. One had a big, fat cock, and the other a much smaller, cut weapon. Kneeling in front of them was a middle-aged guy , his trousers down too, but with black stockings and black female panties, pulled aside so he could jerk his cock while he sucked first one cock and then the other. I saw Yuri mouth silently 'Suck. Cock.' His hand gripped mine tighter, and his free hand was on his own cock again.
The crossdresser was mostly sucking  the bigger cock and wanking the smaller one, sometimes giving it a suck too. Yuri had that look on his face again, eager and excited. The trio was too occupied to notice us, and we looked on as the small cock squirted over the crossdresser's face before he managed to get it in his mouth to swallow the subsequent spurts. Then, as number one zipped up his flies, number two came in the guy's mouth, and the guy came onto the ground. All this was wordless, of course. Yuiri and I crept out of sight.

It was now nearly time to leave, and we saw no other sights. later on a fine afternoon the bushes would be filled with sex, but this was a bit early. As we walked back I glowed with the realisation that this lovely boy was now a convinced gay, or at least bi, and would spread excitement and pleasure wherever guys were lucky enough to meet him. And all down to me, and Her Majesty's Home Office!

Mr and Mrs were already waiting in the carpark when we arrived a minute or two before noon. As Yuri saw his parents I felt his hand tighten on mine, and he stopped. He turned, and put his arms around me. In the sight of his parents he stood on tiptoe clutching me, and as I bent forward he kissed me on my lips. I whispered, 'Thankyou, Yuri. You have been  a good boy, and we've had fun. I think you will remember this with pleasure.' He understood not a word of course, but must have known I was thanking him.

I passed him over to his parents and told them their papers would be complete and waiting for them at reception at noon Monday. Suslov did not thank me. As they walked away, I saw Yuri look over his shoulder at me, and wave. A pigeon flew down and occupied the tarmac between us.

Monday I stuck a blue map-pin into Belorus....

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                                    Chapter 3 : Sri Lanka


The months passed and the pink and blue pins blossomed on my map, clustering in the political and economic hotspots that produced refugees but also scattered fairly randomly across the whole world. I had been averaging a hit a week, some weeks two and some weeks producing no new victim for me, and not surprisingly there were slightly more blue headed pins than pink ones. As I suspected, my bisexuality was just slightly more gay than hetero, and this exercise proved it beyond doubt. You would have expected my relationship with my regular lovers, Jolyon and Daniel, to have cooled off a bit with all this boy-and-girl-teen sex I was getting, but on the contrary my sexual pleasures with these youngsters seemed to prime my system so I wanted more and more sex and was meeting both of them even more regularly. I was also cruising for casual sex more than before I got the 'best job in the world', and had even paid the occasional (female) whore when I had found an especially young and beautiful one. A lot of the time I did not need viagara to enjoy one of my new boys three or four times in the hours I was granted with him. Viagara would give me five or six fucks and him (or her) a sore arsehole! 

I often, interviewing the lost and desperate people who were so ripe for my exploitation... yes I knew it for what it was!... so often I blessed my fortune at swapping the cow-barn and dung-yard for these tall-titted little girls for fucking and these bubble-butted boys for buggering. I suspected some of my colleagues were selling residence permits for cash, but considered my approach much more rewarding. None of my victims or their parents could complain later as a second's thought would make it clear to them that such a complaint would inevitably re-open their case, and probably lead to their expulsion! Difficult to prove after the event, as well!

It will have been about six months into my new job an opportunity for a bit of variety, extending my sexual experience, presented itself. 

It was a dismal winter's day, gray and overcast, but the scarlet and gold of Mrs Tangpangpatra's sari brightened it up. Her two children were more soberly dressed in what looked like old-fashioned grammar-school type uniforms. The boy had blue blazer, grey shorts and a white shirt, with a school tie. The girl exactly the same, but a short grey skirt instead of the shorts. Both had brown shoes and white ankle socks. I looked at her file: the children were twins, thirteen years old.

First things first, before I got too interested in the twins!

'Mrs Tangpangpatra, the file says you are a Christian family. Catholic?'

She looked worried. Why was I asking? Would it spoil her application? Good! I liked them worried! 'No, sir. We are Baptists'.

'It's of no significance, Mrs Tangpangpatra. Just to complete my file.' In fact I was quietly pleased. Catholics have confession, and I could not risk any of my little bed-fellows confessing to some busy-body priest and landing me in deep trouble! Bastard priests jealous of men who fuck! Baptists were safe, and I would enjoy these two pretty little things. 'The basis of your application would seem to be mainly the events of,' I consulted the file, 'December 17th last year?'

'Yes sir.

'I need to understand a bit more than the few words on your file.' In fact, I felt like humiliating the woman. She was still pretty, and there is a pleasure in making a pretty woman feel humiliated, but above all it is part of the softening up needede to prise their kids away from them. I know: I invented the art! 'How many soldiers were there?'

She almost whispered. 'Four.'

'Speak up please. I can't hear.'

'Four.'

'Thank you. That would be three and an officer?'

'A sergeant.'

'Describe the sergeant, please.'

'He was a big-built man, very muscular and very strong.'

'A handsome fellow, no doubt?'

She just looked at me. where was all this leading. Did he think it was not really a rape? Did he think she had encouraged them because they were strong and handsome? I could see the fear and consternation in her eyes. Good!

'Did they tie you up?'

'No sir. Three of them held me down while the fourth....'

'Raped you? I see. Descibe to me how they held you.'

'One held my shoulders down, and the other two held me by my ankles.'

'With your legs spread wide, I suppose, exposing you to the fourth? Is that right?'

'Yes, sir.'

'And they had stipped you naked? That must be quite simple to achieve with your loose sari. More difficult if you were dressed as your children are.'

'They had made me naked sir.'

'Completely naked?'

'Yes sir.'

'The sergeant had you first?'

'Yes, sir.'

'And then the other three in turn?'

'Yes sir.'

'This is like getting blood from a stone! Did any of them rape you a second time?'

'Three of them, sir.'

'The sergeant?'

'And two others.'

'Why did they not rape your children. They are both very pretty.'

'Fortunately they hid and were not found.'

'I see.' That was good too. Never know what they might have caught off drunken soldiery. Two pretty little virgin teens. Yummy!

The facts are very clear, Mrs Tangpangpatra. Your grounds are the fear you will be raped again if you return. Those are the only grounds?'

Yes, sir.'

'Then my duty is also very clear: I must refuse you, and I'll tell you why. Our diplomats tell us that between the army and the rebel army an estimated six thousand women and girls are raped annually. I expect some boys are too... they really can be so very attractive. You could not really expect us to accept that number as refugees. Also, we regard rape as a criminal matter that should be sorted out by your local police. It is not a political matter or one of conscience. You would hardly expect us to accept refugees who are scared of robbery, for example, and there is in law no great difference of principle. No, I shall have to refuse you....it would be very risky for my career to do otherwise, much as I would like to. I would be taking a great personal risk, and you have given me no real inducement....' I looked at her knowingly.

'I am a poor woman, sir, and left all I have in Sri Lanka.'

I got up and walked round behind them, placing a hand on each of the children's necks, warm, strong and silky.  'But you have two lovely children, and I like children, Mrs Tangpangpatra.' 

There was the usual stunned silence, protestation, and the equally inevitable capitulation. My only concession was that I would have them for a day only. The children listened to the discussion with almost vacant expressions, as if shocked: as doubtless they were.

'Bring them to this address nine o'clock Sunday morning. Make sure they are bathed and groomed, and impress on them the importance of complying in all respects to my demands. Also they are to answer any questions very honestly: I shall certainly find out if they lie to me, and the consequences would be severe. You may collect them at six.' 

'Our papers.'

'If the children fulfill our bargain your papers will be ready for collection by noon Monday.'

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I was a-flutter Sunday morning, even more eager than usual. This was a first, a boy and a girl together! Better still a brother and sister with the possibility of delicious incest. I showered, and shaved myself particularly closely, and not only my face! I wore my usual quick-release clothing, track-suit and nothing else. Bare feet. To take my mind off the excitement I watched a boring soccer match on TV for about an hour till the doorbell rang on the dot of nine. 

They were standing hand-in-hand, charming but something you would never see in an English brother and sister their age. Their mother nodded to me, turned round and was back in the lift, leaving without saying a word, but she had certainly turned them out well. They were mouth-watering in their crisp school uniforms, her little skirt pleats ironed sharp, as too the creases in his grey shorts. His shirt was clearly brand new: I could see the creases across his chest where it had just been removed from the packaging. Hers was white and gleaming, and gave just a hint of the shapely breasts it decently covered. The boy looked me boldly in the eye, but the girl had her eyes shyly down-cast so all I could really see was her lovely black, shoulder length hair, as shiny as satin.

I ushered them in and shut the door behind them, my cock standing already with the prospect of nine hours of sex with these two dusky angels. 

'Hang your school blazers up here, and leave your shoes by the door.' Both had white cotton ankle socks under well-shined brown leather shoes. They were so incredibly bourgeois, middle-class respectable kids, who were soon to be seduced and totally corrupted! 'You're Mary and Peter? I'm Myles.' We shook hands properly and formally, before I led them through and sat them down on my sofa: they sat nervously perched on the very edge of it, and bolt-upright. I poured the usual three glasses, two half-tumblers of Grand Marnier and a scotch for myself, joining them on the sofa so Mary was between Peter and myself. It was a tight fit, and I could feel her thigh agaist mine, still decently covered though. Soon change that!

As they sipped their drinks... as usual they liked the sickly sweet orange flavour which masked the disastrously high alcohol content... I drained my glass, put it down and took up the two little blue pills.

'One for you and one for me, Peter. There isn't one for you, Mary. Sorry.' I did not explain what they were for. I wanted to be hard for the next few hours no matter how many times I came, and wanted his little cock hard for me too. I watched while he swallowed his, with a gulp of his drink to help it down, and settled back into the deep upholstery. I had an arm around Mary's shoulder, and then placed my free hand over her breast, feeling it rounded and firm, everything I had hoped, under my palm. I squeezed gently, and then let my hand rest there.

'It feels good, Peter. You should try.' He had seen my gesture, and his eyes were fixed on my hand stroking the dazzling white of her shirt front. He made no movement so I did it for him, removing my arm from round her shoulder, and taking his wrist in my hand, placing his hand over her other breast. I noticed he was feeling her now, little brown hand squeezing and stroking her just as my larger white paw was.

Mary was tense, rigid with fear or embarrassment. 

'Does it feel nice, Peter? '

No reply.

In a louder, commanding voice, 'I said does it feel good, you hand on your sister's tits, Peter?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Myles.'

'Yes, Myles.'

'Then I'm sure it will be even better inside. Undo two of the buttons, Peter.I know you've wanted to do that, haven't you?' 

No reply.

'You've always wanted to feel her naked body, haven't you?'

'Yes, Myles.'

'You see, I know you so well, Peter.'

He fumbled at her shirt front, and then I was able to slide my hand inside and feel her naked breast, round and warm and silky smooth. I took his hand and shoved it inside. With two hands on her breasts I felt her nipple harden under my palm. The female of our species finds it almost as difficult to hide her sexual pleasure as we males! And, indeed, I could see Peter's cock making a bulge in his shorts that had not been there a few minutes before. 

'Have you ever seen your sister's tits, Peter? Honest now!'

He hesitated. 'Yes, Myles.'

'When? How?'

'I've seen her getting ready for bed. But just her breasts. Not,' he hesitated, 'Not the rest.'

She shot him a look which was the first real emotion she had shown, a mixture of indignation and curiosity I thought.

'Not her arse and cunt, then?'

'No Myles.'

'Well, you've got the advantage of me then Peter. Take her tie and shirt off, and then we can both see.'

I knew her breasts would be perfect from the first feel I had of them. slightly lighter brown than her arms and shoulders, they were rounded, about the size and shape of an old-fashioned champagne glass, and the skin was flawless and silky. Her little brown nipples were standing hard and erect. Even sitting down the breasts stood clear of her chest without any crease under them. Perfection as you only find in a girl between the ages of twelve and fifteen. At thirteen she had formed, rounded tits, but not yet the weight that would make them sag even so slightly a couple of years later. Peter and I both had our hands back on them!

Time now to work on Mary a bit.

'Can you see the effect you've had on us boys, Mary?'

'I don't know what you mean, sir.'

'You have a lovely body, Mary, and you've made your brother hard, Mary.' I took her hand and placed it on her brother's crotch. 'Feel that. Hold it for him Mary.'

Her little brown hand closed on it revealing the shape of a hard cock under the grey flannelling. 

'Me too.' I took her other hand and placed it on my own crotch. Un-asked, she held it tight.

There was something desperate in the way she gripped our cocks, and I wanted her relaxed and happy. I leaned over and kissed her breast, then licked it with a pointed tongue. Now her nipple in my mouth as I slipped a hand up under her short skirt.

'Peter, kiss her other breast. I know you want to.'

His mouth joined mine on her tits, and unbidden I felt his hand slide up her skirt next to mine. Her thigh felt warm and so smooth, and especially the inside where it always is the silkiest. I ran my hand up her legs and found she was wearing soft cotton knickers, and that there was no damp patch there yet.

'We both want to see you naked, Mary. Peter, help your sister off with her skirt and knickers. Oh, and those socks too.'

She had the loveliest body, with a completely flat belly, with nothing yet of adult feminine roundness there. Her cunt was still hairless, and the cunt lips narrow and tight, not plump at all, a real little-girl cunt still, despite those maturing breasts.

'Mary, have you ever seen a hard cock?'

'The soldiers...'

'Ah, yes, of course. Have you ever seen your brother's cock?'

'I've watched him in the shower when he wasn't looking. It wasn't hard though.'

Peter's turn to throw a surprised and indignant look at his sister.

'Well, Mary, it is now, and let's have a look at him now. Unzip him and get it out for us.' 

She fumbled with the flies on his shorts, and as she leaned over I was able to caress her naked arse that was briefly exposed. Finally she had him unzipped and was reaching in to free his cock from the white cotton underpants. It was a handsome cock, still slim but quite long for a teenage boy, about five inches I should think, and the dark brown shaft was crowned by a purple knob. she was looking at it, and I noticed she had not let go of it. 

'Might as well finish the job. Undress him, Mary. It's only fair!' As she stripped her brother I quickly stripped off my track suit and we were now all three totally naked, for the real fun to begin. 'I'll show you something better than what we all do alone in bed at night. watch this, Peter.'  

The skin on the inside of her thighs was even softer, silkier than her breasts as I ran my tongue up the inside towards her pretty little lips. I held her legs open, but there was no resistance and I opened my mouth placing it entirely over her cunt, enclosing it totally in my lips. Now I felt her tense a bit, but wonder of wonders felt a hand on my shoulders, tentative and light. Hers? No! Peter's! I pulled her cunt lips apart, one hand each side, and exposed the scarlet-pink of her cunt, and the tiny nub of her clit. The contrast of golden-brown skin and the red of the cunt is always a delight, and the more so when it is a hairless young girl. I closed my lips on her clit, nibbled and sucked. She was not exactly dry, but the juices were not flowing, and I could feel the tension in her as I stroked her thighs. That tiny hand was caressing my shoulders and neck now, promising sexual pleasures to come with the boy. 

I licked around her crack with a figure of eight motion, always returning to pull at her clit with my pursed lips. Now I could taste her juices beginning to flow, and feel the lovely slickness there as she warmed to my sucking. Her hand had joined her brother's, stroking my other shoulder blade. I licked harder, faster, up and down, sometimes sticking my tongue into her hole and feeling the tightness there. Later! I realised she was getting close, as her hips started moving in that automatic fucking movement even virgin girls know instinctively. Time now!

I raised my head. 'Now! Now, Peter!  You take over.'

I had to pull him down off the settee and almost hold his head into her crotch, but he started to suck. Tentative at first, but then going at it with all the enthusiasm of a thirteen year old boy with his first pussy. I sat beside her again, and returned to fondling and kissing her breasts. She watched wide-eyed as her brother licked and sucked with furious vigour. I saw her reach and take his head in both hands, pressing it even tighter to her cunt. She was coming, with a series of grunts, moans and little-girl squeaks.

This startled her brother and he stopped. Never mind! Her hand relaced his mouth, and she completed her orgasm with her own fingers, and I noticed with interest that the index finger was up inside her cunt as she did so, rubbing her clit, and finger-fucking herself. Peter watched in amazement.

Minutes later, while we all took in the new experience, the two children probably feeling a bit shy and disturbed. Then Peter broke the silence.

'I thought I was hurting you!'

'That was just me coming. Was I noisy?'

'A bit.'

'Next time don't stop. It was lovely.'

'Let's suck him now, Mary. Feel how hard his cock is.'

A big cock is exciting of course, but I have never been a "size queen", and quite apart from the pleasure of smooth, hairless boy-buttocks and boy-nipples under your palms there is something lovely about the way a boy-cock slips into your mouth and fits properly without straining jaw or touching throat.

I concentrated on learning the contours and feel of his body as I sucked him. I never take photographs or videos, much as I would like to.... too risky..... but like to fix the prettier of my boys and girls in my memory. But I allowed Mary to have his cock at the moment he came, and she will have received the little spurt of cum he produced.

'That was great! You know, Mary, we could do it to each other at the same time. That would be even better. Laying beside each other.'

'Or you on top of me, Peter.' She giggled. 'Now we know, we can have so much fun.'

I noticed that phrase again of course: I had really awoken these two innocents to their sexual desires, and took pleasure in the thought of Peter creeping into his sister's bed nightly for some sixty-nining! But I was desperately hard and needed relief. Fucking would be no good as I was so worked up I would probably cum the moment I was in her... or him. 

'My turn now! You two suck me and make me come. It's only fair.'

So there I was like some Pasha in his harem, sitting sprawled back on the cushions while four tiny hands caressed me, and two pairs of lips kissed, two tongues licked my shaft. I looked down at their slender brown backs and pretty little butts, and mostly the silky, shiny black hair that fell over my thighs. The girl it was who had possession of my cock, the knob between her lips and her cheeks hollowed with suction. I felt the tip of the boy's tongue as he licked my balls, and then his hand cupping them as if feeling their weight. He stroked his sister's hair, and then took a handful of the fine black hair and held my balls in it. She had one hand round the base of my shaft, but the other was feeling upwards over my stomach and onto my chest. Sensuous it was!

The boy said something in their own language and because she immediately relinquished my cock to her brother, I assume he asked her for a go at it. He was able, or willing perhaps to take more of it, and the sensation increased as nearly all my shaft was in his mouth, and he was bobbing up and down on it. I held his head in both hands, feeling him beneath the tousled fine hair. His sister was licking my balls now, and stroking the inside of my thighs. They were learning fast....

I would have liked this to last for hours, but they were really turning me on, and I could feel my orgasm rising, winding itself up somewhere inside my arse, and finally rushing at my cock. It was still in Pter's mouth, and he got the first hot spurt. It must have surprised him because his mouth was off it as if my cum was scalding, but his sister saw her chance and her lips were round it just in time for the second probably even larger squirt. If she was surprised it must have been pleasantly so, because I felt her take more of my cock so it was resting against the roof of her mouth for the third, and then she sucked bobbing up and down as it twitched and oozed for the end of my orgasm.

'You are good children. What did you think of that, Mary?'

'You had more than Peter.' She giggled. 'Much more.'

'That's because I'm grown up. Soon he will have even more than me. Men have most in them when they are about seventeen: that's when they are most virile.'

'I liked it, but I was not ready.' Peter was still licking his lips where some cum had spilled, white over his brown skin.

'Well! You did well, both of you. Now, have you had breakfast?'

While I cooked some eggs and bacon I let them watch a dvd on the small television in the kitchen. They were glued to it, wide-eyed as a boy and a girl, scarcely older than them, fucked in a suburban living-room. Just like them, but white.

'Can we have some more of that orange drink, please, mister?'

Of course they could: loosen them up a bit for what I had planned next. There's no accounting for children, of course, but I enjoyed watching them wolfing the breakfast and washing it down with Grand Marnier, joining the cum they had both just eaten.

'I reckon he's her brother.' Peter addressed this comment to his sister.

'I'm sure they are.'

'She's pretty, but her tits are not as nice as yours!' He reached an arm tround her shoulder and played with one of his sister's breasts. I leaned over the table and stroked the other one, round and silky, the nipple a hard little brown nut under my palm. Mary quite glowed with pleasure at the praise and flattery.

'Look, Mary. He's putting his cock into her.'

'I can see! Anyway, we saw the soldiers doing that to the village girls.'

'But she's enjoying it! Look at her face!'  

On the film we were given a close-up of that pretty little hairless cock slipping in and out of his sister's hairless cunt lips, stretching them back every time it withdrew. I thought to myself that they were plumper than my girl's this morning, till I looked close at her. She had opened her legs, and I could see her lips nicely plumped up, her clit peeping out. She was well aroused. absent-minded, she reached between her legs and rubbed that little glistening pearl with her index finger as she watched, rivetted to the screen.

'Let me do that....'

I masturbated her, sliding my finger up and down, and penetrating her vagina just half an inch or so at the end of each pass. It did not take her long, and, still watching the screen, she came.

'Let's go to the bedroom and do some of that!'

With my suggestion they were both on their feet, bright-eyed and eager.  

They did not wait for me. I was scarcely through the bedroom door, and there she was laying on her back, legs open for him,and even holding her cunt lips apart with one tiny hand, just as she had seen the girl do in the film. And then he was on top of her, her arms across his back, their mouths glued together. If she was a virgin, as her mother had claimed, there was clearly no obstruction as his cock was in her and he was humping away like one of the soldiers I guess. Nothing for me to do except lay beside them and enjoy the site of two pretty teens fucking like there was no tomorrow! And, of course, my eager hands were seeking out little-girl thighs, a lovely slender and smooth boy-bottom, his silky back and shoulders, and soon, when their kiss had ended, I could get at her lovely tits again.

I gave them about five minutes to enjoy their first, and incestuous fuck, and the I tapped him on his shoulder. He paused a moment, though I sensed he was close to coming, as was she.  

'Peter. Don't cum. You mustn't cum in her. You know why.'

'He looked at me enquiringly.'

'You're very potent at your age, and you don't want Mary to be pregnant.'

In some shock he withdrew his prick. Mary protested....

'And I want some too.'

I hauled him off: he was no weight. And sunk down on top of her. My cock found its way in without using my hands: it was almost as if she was sucking it in! She was certainly pleased to feel full again, and was moving beneath me as I fucked. Her little-girl cunt was not exactly tight, but I could feel the slick walls of her vagina gripping and reminded myself again how much more exciting a teenage cunt was than her older sisterhood! Still fucking hard from the hips down, I propped myself up on one elbow so I could fondle her tits with my free hand. I sensed she was close, and as I rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger she was coming and I could feel her cunt gripping and releasing my cock as she gave tiny little squeaks of pleasure. Too much for me, and I was coming too, a real big cum, a spurt with each thrust as she climaxed.

As I lay, quiet now, on top of her I could hear her brother, who slapped my arse playfully.

'Hey, mister, and you told me not to cum in her. You just did.'

'Ah! But I've been snipped.'

'Snipped?'

'Had the op. Can't make babies. Sterile.'

'Oh yes. Vasectomy. Lots of men have that in my country.'

I rolled off her. She was silent, but smiling, and she curled up like a contented cat.

'I'll show you what you can do though!' He was still lovely and hard, and I could not resist a little kiss on the end of his cock as he knelt there. 'Kneel down, Mary. Bury your head in the pillow and kneel down for him.'

Her arse was lovely, not womanly yet, but more rounded than her brother's and just as smooth and silky. I parted the cheeks and her anus was a darker brown, hairless and puckered like some oriental blossom. I took the tube from the bedside table and worked some lube into her crack and the hole itself. she squeaked as my impudent finger penetrated her. 

Peter was watching, enthralled, and I could see his cock twitching.

'Stick it up there. That's safe enough, and you can cum in there.' 

There must have been some discomfort even with a cock as slender as her brother's, but she did not complain, or if she did the pillow muffled it. I watched as he fucked her in the arse, from behind, slender thighs crashing into that pretty little-girl arse. My cock was rather limp, half-hard perhaps, and I was content just to watch as he fondled her arse and the small of her back. It did not take him long, and he came, collapsing onto her afterwards.

I gave them a few moments to recover, but did not want shitty stuff all over my sheets. We would be using them again today! So I tapped him on the shoulder again.

'What we all need now is a shower!'

The only real improvement I had made to my apartment over the years was to make the shower much, much bigger, sacrificing a lot of the bathroom to it. By now you will have realised why I needed a shower with enough space for more than one body... more than two often enough. I also have a sort of bench-cum-couch, like you see in some hospitals. Makes sex in the shower easier!

I set the water just on the hot side of warm, and the children giggled as the water streamed down them. Mary raised her arms....no hair there yet of course... and her tits stretched delightfully, round and firm. She knew the effect her body had, had learned that if nothing else over the past three hours and was deliberately tempting both of us. I think it was her brother she chiefly fancied, to be brutally honest. 

I had them soap me down, and enjoyed those soft hands over every inch of my body, stroking my cock and balls, my arse, and the crease of my arsehole. Now I soaped them, running my hands over Peter's body, his thighs, belly, chest, back, and most of all his bottom, his tiny balls and that cock, hard again! Whether this was the viagra or just the virility of a thirteen year old boy I don't know. A bit of both I guess. And Mary, of course, with her lovely bottom and tits, and her cunt lips nicely plumped up now with lovemaking. I noticed Peter was soaping between her arse cheeks very thoroughly, and was not at all surprised when he bent his sister over the plastic-padded bench and buggered her again. Like most men given the choice between an cunt and an arsehole, he opted for the tighter, more forbidden entrance! I encouraged him by stroking his arse and tickling his balls as he went at his sister.

The look she gave him over her shoulder was a picture! a mixture of resignation, disappointment, and submission. Difficult to describe, but at all events it was the exprsession I would expect to see on the face of a woman rather than a child. But she let him bugger her, and clearly this would be part of her nightly ritual from now on. Peter was taking longer this time, of course, and practising slowing down, speeding up, and stretching her anus with a rotating motion sometimes. I was still findling his arse, and my own cock was getting rigid what with his beautiful body, his sister's lovely back, and the downright kinkiness of the incestuous show. I grabbed his shoulders and kneeling beside him kissed him hard on his lips. He did not break stride in his fucking, but his tongue enterred my mouth, and I heard him slapping that brown, silky arse in front of him. His lips bit on mine, and I knew he was coming. I slapped his arse with and open palm, and then was sure he was coming, pumping hard into his sister, and squirting his cum where it could do her no harm.

Masculine, he pulled out as soon as he had come and was rinsing his cock under the still-streaming water. That arse, opened and available, and oh-so-sexy was too much for me, and I replaced her brother stooping behind her. I slid in easily, lubricated I guess by his thin, boyish cum, but she still squealed once, I suppose because I was so much broader than the cock I replaced. I held her down with a hand firmly in the small of her back, and started to fuck her arse, slowly at first, but gradually faster. The was almost silent, but I could just make out sobbing above the noise of the water. No going back now. My cock was demanding relief, and I traced pattern with my finger nails on the smooth skin of jher back as my thighs crashed into her bum.

I felt Peter's hands on my back, feeling me up just as I had him, stroking my buttocks and reaching under to cradle my balls. Then a real surprise as I felt him hard against my anus. Oh to be thirteen again and ever-ready! The randy little sod was tring to fuck my arse. I crouched a bit lower, and with the soap on his cock he managed to get it into me.

Good. There could hardly be any complaints when I buggered him, as I certainly intended to before we finished today.

So I shagged Mary in the arse, while her little brother had me similarly. No Roman Emperor could have had more satisfying sex! With this gratifying tought I came, deep in her, and masculine too, withdrew my cock as soon as satisfied.

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Later, dried but still naked, we sat where we had started and sipped mugs of sweet chocolate. They wanted some more Grand Marnier, but I vetoed that: they were only thirteen after all! I allowed the dvd to run on a bit further, one I had chosen specially for this exceptional threesome.

And why? Because the little blonde girl takes a black rubber strap-on dildo and fucks her brother in the arse with it. That's why.

As the blonde girl penetrated her brother's cute little bum, Peter spluttered into his cocoa mug, but his sister only giggled and leaned forward to get a closer view. I could see her legs open just a bit more, and her cunt lips plump. It was obvious she found the idea exciting. And probably it would seem just retribution for the fucking in the arse she had just endured (I had no illusions that she might have enjoyed it. No chance!). Her hand dropped down to her crotch, and completely innocent and absent-minded she was beginning to finger herself, rubbing her clit, and pulling at it between thumb and forefinger. 

Peter, like me, was looking at Mary as much as at the dvd, but the two together had made him hard (again!), and I could feel life returning to my battered and worn cock as well. The more kinky, the more exciting!

'I didn't like that.' Mary was speaking without allowing her glance to waiver a moment from the tv screen. 'But he seems to like it.'

'Boys do like it, Mary. We have a gland up there that's sensitive, and girls don't have that. I love it, and the bigger the better.'

Mary had the giggles now, and put down her empty cup. She was still playing with her cuntlips. 'I'd like to try that, but I'd never find one of those things, would I?'

'Just here, Mary.' I got up, and my cock was hard in anticipationj, waving in front of me like some bizarre flagpole. The strap-on was in the side-board drawer. I handed it to her and she rubbed it on her clit a second.

Peter interrupted her reverie. 'Let me, Mary. I can see how it fixes. Stand up!'

'Ooh! That's nice!' Mary flirted as her brother's hand brushed against her clitoris, peeping clear now from well-swollen lips. He gave it a little kiss, a gentle peck on the glistening pearl, pink in it's brown shell, and continued with the pleasant task of buckling thin black leather straps round her thighs. She walked a couple of steps and admired herself in the mirror, moving so she could see her new cock in profile. She wiggled her hips and it shook like the real thing. 'I always wanted one, and now I've got one. And you, Peter, are going to have it up your bottom, like you two had me! I'm so glad you boys enjoy it more than us girls, because I really feel like doing you hard!'

Peter knelt obediently and was spreading his arse cheeks. I wiped some lube on the cock-shaped black rubber dildo. 

'Better put some in his arsehole too, Mary. No soap here to ease it in like you had.'

I could see she was enjoying that, too, her finger lingering over, indeed inside his anus. 

'Hey! You're gripping my finger, Peter.'

'Just get on with it. Please!'

'See, mister, he really wants it. You were right!'

'Let's wait and see what he says when you put it up him. Now!'

I held his shoulders down while she took the dildo in her right hand, searched about for the place, and shoved it in. As I expected there was a scream, and great wriggling. But I held him in place while she forced the strap-on home.

'Look! No hands!' She giggled, withdrew and shoved it in again. He was protesting.

'No, please, Mary, it hurts...'

'And it didn't hurt me when you two fucked me there? And he's bigger than this rubber thing.'

'It's a strap-on dildo, Mary.'

'Bigger than this strap-on dildo then. And just be quiet. It presses just right on me when I push it in. Like this!'

She was fucking him now, and he was quieter, so I could take the weight off my hands, and enjoy caressing various boy-flesh and little-girl flesh. You will guess my hands were mostly on her lovely little breasts, and his pretty little butt! She leaned towards me and put an arm round my neck, pulling me into her. And then her lips were on mine. Still she fucked her brother, harder and faster now her tongue was in my mouth. I felt her nipples hard under my palms, and then she was making those little panting, squeaking noises, muffled by our kiss. I knew she was coming, the pressure of the strap on against her clitoris working its usual magic.

Selfish, she stopped fucking almost immediately she had come.

'Oh no! Please, Mary, don't stop. It was so good, and I nearly came.' 

There was a desperation in the boy's voice, and his arsehole was wide opened now. Irresistable! I knelt where his sister had been, aimed my cock, placed it, pushed, and was in him as easy as a rat up a drain, as they say. A sigh of satisfaction from the kneeling boy, and his buttocks leaning back into me to maximise the penetration.  I probably started slower than his sister had been fucking, but feeling beneath him found a hard little cock that told me he was enjoying this. I was grasping his hips as I shagged him, and leaned forward to kiss his smooth, slender, shapely back.

At that moment I felt hands spreading my arse cheeks and heard Mary giggle. The reason was clear a second later when I felt the point of her dildo press against my anus, and I too gave a little squeak as she drove it home, penetrating me till her smooth thighs rested on my buttocks.

So, now we fucked, me fucking the boy, and the girl fucking me, getting into a fine rhythm, which was probably governed by Mary's energetic belabouring of my arse. I was in some sort of heaven, and especially when she leaned over me, reaching under me to grasp my nipples, and I felt her hard little tits pressing into my back. We were fucking harder and faster, and my hand holding the boy's cock was suddenly slippery with his cum. That was too much for me, and I was coming myself. Mary knew what was happening and shrieked with joy.

We all collapsed in a heap of entangled arms and legs, and embedded cock and dildo.

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That afternoon I took them to the zoo, models of respectability, me in my best suit, they in their good-little-school-children pressed and smart school uniforms. They gave us away a bit in the monkey enclosure though, giggling when two monkeys openly and brazenly sucked each other's cocks! While other groups of parents and children averted their eyes and walked quickly on, my two young lechers stood and watched. I saw her mouth to him, silently, "You wait!" and his mouthed reply, "Tonight". My cock twitched at the thought of the fucking and sucking these two children would enjoy through their teenage years. Lucky kids!

In the public toilets, I showed Peter how to get condoms from the vending machine, and told him he could try them out when we got back.

And try it out they certainly did. I lounged back in my armchair and watched the two little angels get it together on my sofa. Mary was delighted that Peter would be able to fuck her in her cunt, at least when he had some rubbers, and to learn how easy it was to get supplies of them. One kiss, and then frantic haste as they stripped off their clothes, school uniforms thrown to all quarters of the room. Foreplay limited to another embrace, and some groping of tits and buttocks, and then down to the real business. It amused me to watch the two children work out for themselves how to get the condom over that pretty little cock, and they managed it finally, with lots of giggles. I would only have intervened if it looked as if they might get it badly wrong, and they did not, in fact.

Peter stood up and waved his latex-enclosed cock at me for a second, laughing, but his sister was sprawled across the sofa, legs open, cuntlips plumped, clit glistening, begging to be fucked. I slipped off my shirt and trousers, and my own cock, hardened by the entrancing and happy show, slipped out the front of my boxer shorts, inviting me to stroke it as I watched Peter enter his sister's cunt. So there we were, middle-aged guy lolling in an armchair slowly jerking his cock, and two teenagers, the girl with her legs over the boy's shoulders, and his slim but rounded arse ploughing into her. Moments later those girlish squeaks, boyish grunts, and two coming together. The family that lays together stays together! I did not come, though I was close.

More laughter from Mary when he pulls his cock out, and the condom hangs on the end of his cock, half an inch of boyish cum in the end of it. Carelessly he slides it off, and drops it on the carpet, but I was not so concerned when the two of them came over and knelt in front of my chair, hands on my thighs, and then mouths vying for possession of my cock. I stroked his hairless chest, and her girly-tits while they sucked on me. I had nearly come watching them fuck, so it was not long before I came. Mary got most of the come, though Peter insisted on sucking it for the last oozing dribbles.

That was that! They were overjoyed at learning the use of a condom, and I gave Mary the strap-on to take away. They wanted to visit me again, but I thanked them and refused, as it would be just too risky for me. And I pointed out they would find neighbours, teachers, ministers of their church, and so on, who whould be only to happy to fuck and suck them. And, of course they had each other.....

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