GENERATIONS by  © Hamilton Joyce  Mm Ff tg M+F+

We had finished our Bridge, and the three of us went into the bar for one-for-
the-road. Cornelius de Courbet, a pillar of the local Conservative Club, 
wandered over to join us. As we gassed, it was clear he'd had rather a lot to 
drink. Not that it was immediately apparant as he was as trim as ever, tall, 
distinguished, hair groomed, trim and fit. Every inch the diplomat (which in 
fact he was). However, he was  slurring.

James bit the bullet. 'I say, Cornelius old man, you're not thinking of driving 
home, are you?' Leave the car here. I'll run you back.'

'That's good of you, James. I really shouldn't. But unfortunately I've got to 
collect my son.'

John chipped in. 'Where is he?'

'He'll be outside the Leisure Centre at 11. God, that's about ten minutes.'

John again. 'That's fixed then. I'll collect him....I go past there. And James'll 
run you home. I'd better get moving. He's the curly-haired lad, isn't he? And 
what's his name?'

'Miles.  No, straight blonde. And thank you so much.....'

'Think nothing of it.' John sank his malt, and left.

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He spotted the boy, waiting with his kit-bag outside the modern building. In 
the sultry late evening, the boy was stripped to the waist. 'Miles? Your father 
asked me to collect you....he had to go home. Chuck that in the back seat.'

The Ford Granada was John's pride and joy. Thirty years old now, it was 
immaculate, and purred for him. he used to joke that he got an erection every 
time he sat in it! Miles got in the front, the long bench-seat unencumbered by 
any gear change.

John pulled out, and drove sedately, savouring the presence, and fresh, 
showered smell of this pretty boy. 'Been training?'

'Yes. I'm keen on judo, and they do good classes there.'

John looked out of the side of his eye at the lad. fine blonde hair. Not heavily 
built. Smooth, soft complexion. Quite tall. As tall as John, in fact. Chest 
hairless, or nearly so. Firm without being stringy or muscular. Boyish! He 
could feel his cock harden as they chatted.

Miles looked out of the side of his eye at the driver. His hands on the wheel 
were large and muscular, and had thick hair on their backs. He imagined 
John's body naked. He was very muscular, thick-set even. He gave the 
impression of great physical strength, and you could almost see the biceps 
under his light, summer suiting. Miles was sure his barrel-chest would be 
covered in a thick mat of body hair. His cock hardened at the thought.

And there it might have stopped, to the disappointment of both, were it not for 
a happy chance.

'Left here, Mr Watson.'

John had really left it too late, and missed the turning, musing on the sexual 
attraction of his companion. He turned the wheel sharply, and the car cornered 
heeling over on its soft springs. Miles was thrown to the right, his cotton jeans 
sliding along the old, polished leather bench-seat. He crashed into the driver, 
and as his arms flailed about his hand pressed hard into John's groin, his 
thumb hooked painfully into the waistband of John's trousers. He felt the 
swollen, hard cock under the light cloth.

John felt the boy's hand rest for a moment, and felt it linger just a  second 
longer than it should, feeling his erection. Using the column gear-change to 
put the car into third, his own hand snapped down hard onto Miles's and held 
it pressed firmly into the cock. He felt the boy grasp it now, his fingers round 
the shaft, and not simply resting there.

'Now, that's nice,' said John, and reached over to grasp the lad's prick, also 
hard.

'Mmmmmm...'

There was an open grass verge in the lane here, and John pulled up on it, and 
switched the engine off. The boy was still crushed against him, and forsaking 
his cock for a moment, John took his slight form in his arms and kissed him. 
Long. Hard. Deep. He felt the lad respond, his cock still grasped firm. The 
boy's tongue entered his mouth, and he returned his hand to the cock, 
wondering if he dared get it out. He could feel it so sharp and clear through the 
white cotton trousers.

'Do you know what they call this road, Miles?'

'Yes, it's Lovers' Lane.'

'You have a lovely body, Miles, and you're very handsome. ' Actually, John 
meant 'beautiful;' but wasn't sure the boy would like to be thought pretty. His 
hands wandered over the naked torso, as he again kissed.

'I wish I was strong like you, Mr Watson. I'd love to be big and muscular, with 
biceps like yours.' He was feeling the right arm with both hands, and found he 
could hardly get both hands round it. 'Your arm is bigger than my thigh.'

John used this excuse to run his hand up the boy's trouser leg, as indeed he 
was intended to. 'Plenty of time for that. And I always wanted to be slim and 
beautiful. Not a great , hairy monster.'

They both laughed and kissed again. 

'Mr Watson, I'd love to see you stripped.....'

'How old are you, Miles?'

'Fifteen.'

'I'd love to see you stripped, too. But not here. It's too dangerous. I mean, very 
public. The police come along here looking for people making love. In fact, we 
ought to move on right now, just in case.'

'Kiss me again, before we go. Mmmmmm. Mr Watson, my parents always go 
out tomorrow night, to their amateur dramatics. And my sister will probably 
go out. She's never in. Could you come round at seven?'

'Could I not.' He started the car. It's a date, then. Tomorrow. Seven. Your 
place.'

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Julia was home first, before John. She let herself in quietly, not to disturb the 
two toddlers.

The baby sitter was dozing. Julia threw her wrap over a chair, and the sitter 
stirred. She woke to find Julia standing over her, a vision in shiny black 
leather. Julia had been clubbing, and was wearing a fetish dress. The leather 
was pierced for the breasts: her nipples stood rosy , circled by stainless steel 
rings.Her tits were full, perfect. Julia looked at the girl, stretched out on the 
settee, her legs apart and her skirt riding up to show the tanned length of her 
form. Unfortunately, thought Julia, her crotch wasn't quite in view. She'd like 
that! The girl's eyes were soft and brown, startling given her blonde hair. They 
were still full of sleep, as she strteched. Julia lusted for her!

'Sorry to wake you, Melissa. We'll have to wait for John to come in. He's a bit 
late. But I don't expect he'll be long. Would you like a coffee? Or....How old 
are you?'

'Sixteen, Mrs Watson.'

'Well, a little drink, then. You'd like a Bailey's Cream?'

As they waited, sipping their drinks, they chatted. Both their minds were, 
however, on a topic they couldn't mention. Julia looked at the teenager. 
Blonde, long hair. Not tall, slim, still with half-formed hips, which her jeans 
nonetheless hugged. And a white tank-top....you could see the nipples erect, so 
no padding. Nice tits! And were the nipples erect when she came in? No. 
Either the alcohol , or....what?

Melissa looked at Julia. She could see her breasts and nipples, and imagined 
this woman naked.  Lovely dark hair, to her shoulders. Lovely, lovely breasts. 
Slim, hard-looking legs. Very fit. Something boyish about her lower figure. 
But not really boyish. She could feel her panties getting moist, and her heart 
racing.

'I haven't paid you.' She reached for her bag and got out a note, which she 
handed over. There was a moment when their hands touched.....but it passed.

Moments later they heard the car pull up. 'I'll run you home, Melissa. We take 
it in turns, and John did it last week. But I'll borrow his old car.'

For the second time that night the car stopped outside the darkened de Courbet 
house. 'Thankyou for helping out, Melissa. I really appreciate it.' There was a 
pause, as Melissa didn't move to open the door. Indeed for a second she 
seemed to move towards Julia. Julia took the cue, and sliding along the bench 
seat put her arm round the girl's shoulder. She didn't flinch! Julia pulled her 
towards her and kissed her on the lips, a lover's kiss, prolonged and searching. 
And the girl responded, her lips hard against Julia's, and her tongue fencing 
with the invading tongue. The kiss lasted minutes, while their hands started to 
rove over each others' bodies. Both allowed their hands to come to rest on 
breast and thigh. They sat for some time, fondling breasts.

'Yours are wonderful. I wish mine were as good.'

'No, Melissa. Yours are lovely. Firm and rounded. I like them like that.' 
Secretly, Julia knew her own were peerless in shape and texture, which was 
why she liked to show them off when going clubbing. But the younger girl had 
lovely tits, too.

They kissed again.' I wish I could see your breasts properly, Mrs Watson. This 
dress really is a tease! They feel wonderful under my hands.' Her hand was, in 
fact, down the severe dress, squeezing, fondling, sampling, and enjoying.

'And I'd love to see yours, Melissa. But not here. Too public. And too dark 
now! Your parents will be out soon if I don't let you go in.'

They kissed again. 'Really, you must go in. Could you come round and see me 
tomorrow evening. I'll get John to go out, and we can really enjoy ourselves.'

'Oh, yes, could we? I'd love that. I can't wait.'

'It's a date then. Seven o'clock, tomorrow. My place. No, you go in now. I'll 
just wait till I see you safely inside.'

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Julia was aware of the damp panel of her flimsy summer panties as she spoke 
to John. 'I've a confession to make, John.....'

'So have I, Julia. Yours first?'

'OK I've been necking with a lovely blonde teenage girl....'

'And I've been necking with a lovely blonde teenage boy....'

She laughed. 'Snap! And I've got a heavy date with her tomorrow at seven. 
Here.'

'Snap! I've got a heavy date with him at seven. His place.'

'May I ask who it is. Mine's Melissa de Courbet.'

'And mine's her younger brother, Miles.'

All that necking has made me randy. Let me suck your cock. You suck me.'

'And you won't mind if I imagine what it'll be like tomorrow while I have 
you?'

'Not if you don't mind me thinking about that hot little twat while I suck your 
cock!'
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Probably Melissa and John Watson passed each other on the way. If they did, 
they didn't see each other. And in any case both were intent on something else 
entirely.

On the dot of seven, John drew up in front of the rather grand house. As he got 
out of the car the front door opened. Miles had been waiting for him! He 
stepped inside, and didn't embrace the boy until the door was safely shut. But 
then he did. And how!

Miles was barefooted, but not naked. he'd compromised by stripping down to 
white underpants and a t-shirt. This was tight and too short, leaving an inch of 
his midriff bare. The naughty boy had allowed his cock to poke out from the 
top of his pants, held tight against his smooth belly by the elasticated welt  
Smiling, almost coquettish, the lad cradled his balls in their white nest, and 
pushed his cock forward with both thumbs. Metaphorically, perhaps, the older 
man licked his lips.

John pulled him to himself, arms round the lad, but tending to slip downwards 
towards his arse. 'Like last night...' he whispered, and he kissed him full on 
the lips. The boy reciprocated, his arms round the older man's waist, pulling 
him in as hard as he could, his tongue seeking to enter the welcoming mouth. 
They stood kissing a long moment, and the boy raised his knee between John's 
muscular legs, feeling for the hard-on he knew must be there. John slipped a 
hand down the waistband of the lad's pants, and cupping a smooth,hard arse-
cheek in his palm. Both males could feel their own hard cock pressing against 
their partner's.
                                                                                                     
'Bed!' said John

'Upstairs! said Miles. And John picked him up bodily, put him over his 
shoulder, and effortlessly carried him upstairs. 'First on the right,' said the 
breathlessly excited boy. In his secret fantasies he'd been dominated by a 
powerful, athletic male, and here it was for real. His cock was incredibly hard 
now, crushed into John's shoulder.

Pushing the door with a foot he entered, and unceremoniously dumped the boy 
on a king-size bed, covered in a gold satin coverlet. 'This is my parents' room. 
I often use it when they're out, and when I'm feeling randy. I love the satin. 
And my room's a bit grotty!'

Kicking his shoes off, and taking off his socks, the otherwise fully-dressed 
man dived onto the bed beside his boy, and embraced him. This time his busy 
hands were up inside the tight t-shirt, and feeling the firm pectorals and 
tweaking the erect little nipples. Too busy with the boy's lips and tongue, he 
didn't speak.

Miles, too, was exploring this male with his hands. He pulled the tie down, 
and undid three buttons in the centre of the shirt. A hand entered and was 
rewarded with the feel of immensely powerful pectoral muscles, but even 
more exciting, a real mat of crisp hair. He pulled the two top buttons open, and 
breaking away from the impassioned kiss, sank his face onto the hairy, solid 
chest, licking, and feeling the unaccustomed texture against his own soft cheek 
and lips. 'Mmmmm. That's wonderful,' he moaned, while John lay back and 
enjoyed the worship of the boy.

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Melissa looked at herself in the wing-mirror of the car parked outside the 
Watsons'. She fluffed her long, blonde hair a bit, but over-all was satisfied 
with her appearance. As well she might be! Her heart was beating with 
anticipation, and a strange strangulated feeling in her breasts, she rang the 
doorbell.

Julia must have been waiting, thought Melissa, because the door opened 
immediately. Julia was more sedately dressed than the night before, but just as 
sexy in her tight denim skirt, to the knee, and white cotton shirt. On the 
threshhold she lightly kissed the young girl on each cheek, as women do, and 
closed the door.

'You look very lovely, Melissa. Melissa had dressed carefully. Her best 
undies, her best skirt, a tartan mini, white ankle boots, and a frilly blouse, a bit 
like a dress-shirt, (she felt it accentuated her breasts. Unreasonably because 
they were, in fact, very lovely.)

'Sit down on the settee. I've made some tea, and I'll just go and get it.'

The settee was large and deep, with thick red velvet. Melissa sank into it, and 
marvelled at the way her heart was beating. She'd scarcely slept that night, 
thinking of Mrs Watson's breasts, and the other beauties she might enjoy 
today. She wriggled in anticipation, and was tempted to feel her cunt-lips. She 
pulled her skirt up, to expose her slender thighs, as if accidentally. Mrs Watson 
couldn't fail to see this! Her finger played towards her cunt, But Julia walked 
in with a tray, which she put down on the coffee table.

'Better let it brew a while. Now, where were we last night?' She sat down 
close to the blonde girl, very close, her thigh touching the girl's naked thigh. 
She took her in both arms, and kissed her, inserting her tongue right into the 
girl's mouth and feeling out her tongue, teeth and palate. The teenager 
reciprocated, and Julia could feel her wiggling in pleasure, trying to press her 
breasts against the fuller body of the older woman.

Breaking away for a second, Julia pulled the frilly blouse from the waistband 
of her skirt, and put her hands, both of them, up under the cotton. She felt a 
tight, satin bra, the tits filling it entirely. She spoke softly as she fondled them, 
tweaking the hard nipples through the thin satin, feeling the plump, firm flesh, 
slipping one index finger down into a cup and pressing it with the rounded 
softness. 'God!  I've got to see,' she groaned, and pulled the blouse over the 
girl's head, tousling the long, blonde hair as she did so. The bra was black, and 
clearly a good one. Nothing but the best for her lover, thought Julia. 'What 
pretty underwear,' she said as she pulled the little black ribbons that secured it 
in a bow at the front. 'You've made it easy for me, Melissa. And do your 
panties match?' Fleetingly her hand felt at the crotch, still hidden. She felt 
warmth, and moistness.

'I love you, Mrs Watson....'

'Julia. Call me Julia, sweetie.' The bra fell away, leaving the firm breasts, the 
round, tight shape of champagne glasses, exactly where they had been when 
constricted by the bra. Clearly, the bra was purely decorative. These stood firm 
and proud, all by themselves. She drew in a breath of admiration.' They are 
quite lovely, lovely, Melissa.' And she bent over the girl, taking first one 
nipple then the other in her mouth, and nibbling, and lapping, and licking, 
stimulated them And herself! She felt the round and pliant flesh with her 
hands, running her palms over them lightly, and then squeezing them, till 
Melissa moaned.

Then her cheek against the soft, tanned skin, softer than her cheek. 'Lovely! 
lovely! Lovely!' she moaned.

'Let me,too,' said Melissa, as if breaking out of a hypnotic trance. And she 
unbuttoned the shirt to reveal the fuller breasts of her new lover. Impatient, she 
pulled the shirt up, and slipped it off Julia's shoulders.

She stroked the fuller, shapely breasts, watching the dark brown nipples 
darken and harden under her palms. She bent over and licked the hard little 
nuts as she murmured. 'I've dreamed of this. I've dreamed of kissing lovely 
breasts.'

'On the mat, sweetie, on the fur mat.'

Leaning back now, and luxuriating in the girl's attentions, Julia ran her hand 
up the long, slim, tanned leg, pushing up the mini-skirt till she could see her 
panties. She felt the crotch and the front panel. They were still warm, and even 
moister. Good! Now she slipped her hand down the waist of the flimsies, and 
could see the back of her hand through the front panel, transparant , black 
nylon, matching her discarded bra. 'Lovely undies!' she whispered, and her 
hand reached down, and under, until her finger rested in the warm, wet slit. 
She felt for and found the hard little clit, and gently stimulated it.

The girl unclasped the skirt, and Julia raised her bottom so it could be slipped 
off her. Melissa was handling, rather than fondling her tits now, and Julia 
found her excitement rising. Her own cunt was sopping now, and her clit 
seemed to be joined by an invisible thread to her nipples. The more her breasts 
were kneaded the more excited her clit became.Still rubbing at the girl's clit, 
she moaned. 'Harder! Bite my nipples. Yes! Be rough! Oh, yes. Suck. Bite! 
Bite my nipples. Yes! Squeeze my tits. Be rough!  Yes! Bite Suck Squeeze.' 
And as Melissa lost herself in playing with those wonderful breasts  their 
owner came, under tongue and fingers.

She lifted Melissa's head from her bosom and smoothed the long, blonde hair 
away from the girl's face. 'That was lovely. Now I must do something for 
you.'

'Did you really come, Mrs Watson? And only from your breasts?'

'Oh, yes, Melissa. And really you ought to call me Julia, especially now 
you've made love to me.'

'Made love? ' She paused a moment. 'I didn't know you could come just from 
breasts!'

'I've had a lot of practise.' Julia laughed.' All my lovers like to play with 
them, and yes, I can come from having my breasts fondled, or my clit, or 
having a cock in my cunt. Or in my arse, come to think of it. But I had to learn 
most of that. And it helps if the lovee is a beautiful blonde!'

She was sitting on the floor now, between the open legs of the girl. With both 
hands she pulled aside the thin material of the crotch of her panties, stretching 
it to one side, outside the lips. Her light fuzz of hair was honey blonde, and the 
slit rose-red. It shone, as Julia placed her open mouth full over it, and started to 
lick, delicate little licks, where she had earlier been fondling. The girl's bottom 
arched up towards her, and she slipped one hand under to feel the sweet little 
bottom. Harder now, she swept her tongue up and down the full length of the 
slot. The girl moaned with delight. Now her tongue again on the hard nub of 
the clit, she gently inserted a finger into the cunt. It was hot to the touch, slick, 
and it gripped with tight, strong muscles. She gently shagged the girl, while 
her tongue worked away. The hips bucked up and down, more and more, and 
she came.

'That was lovely......Julia.'

'Good for me too. Do you smoke?'

Julia sat up beside the girl, and lit two cigarettes. As they smoked, they 
chatted. 'You dreamed of feeling beautiful tits?'

'Yes. I've never dared do anything. I mean, how do you go up to someone, a 
woman I mean, and say, 'I'd like to make love with you. I mean I couldn't. So 
until now I've only dreamed.'

'And what about the boys?'

'Oh! That's easy, because they always start it. I snog a lot, but never let them 
have me.'

'But you're not actually a virgin, are you, darling? I mean, when  I was playing 
with you, making you come, my finger slipped in easily. Though you're lovely 
and tight. Men love that, by the way!'

'I'm embarrassed!'

'Don't be. I masturbate all the time. Everyone does!'

'Well then, so do I. And I like to use my Mum's dildo when she's out. She 
keeps it by the bed in a drawer. I love to feel it buzzing inside me.'

'What sort of boys do you go for?'

'Big and strong. Hard muscles. And a huge cock to feel and kiss. At least 
that's what I'd like. I chiefly get young boys, who haven't got there yet.'

'Here, I'll show you something.' Julia got up and went over to the wall 
opposite. She stood in front of a large picture of a Highland scene and turned it 
over. On the other side was a full-length portrait of herself naked. A second 
Victorian picture had behind it a portrait of her husband John. 'There. What do 
you think of that?' The artist had, without exaggerating, caught the hardness of 
his muscles, and the athleticism of his body. But also the magnificence of his 
erect cock! 'That's something, isn't it?'

'He's lovely. You are lucky, Julia. fancy having a body like that to play with, 
whenever you want it.'

'And he's a good lover too. And I know.'

'Doesn't he get jealous if you have other men?'

'No. Nor of other women. And I like him to have a lot of lovers.. Boys as well 
as girls. It makes him better at it for me.

  
'And of course I'm free to do whatever I like, as long as I leave him free too. 
Would you like to have him?'

'You wouldn't mind? Oh! I'd love it. Look at that prick! It must be a foot 
long.....I've never seen one like that. And the lovely knob....I'd love to feel 
that.'

Well. We'll see what we can do. And it's not twelve inches! But big 
nonetheless. I know he'd enjoy playing with you. Especially as he'd be the 
first, apart from me! And the two of us together could give him a memorable 
time. He can be a bit of a handful for just one person. I'll set it up with him.'

They kissed a bit. 'Now let's go upstairs, and use the bed.....'

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At the de Courbet house the bed was already in use. Naked now, There was a 
contrast between the massive muscular and black, hairy frame of the one, and 
the light, almost effeminate blonde but hairless body of the other. They lay 
side-by-side, kissing and caressing.

Miles broke away a second, and again lowered his mouth onto John's chest, 
sucking and licking a nipple, while his hands felt the hard belly and rope-like 
muscles. John, lying by his side, was obsessed by the rounded, soft bottom 
cheeks under both his palms, and by the hard little cock he could feel pressed 
up against his own larger, but equally hard weapon. He reached down and 
grasped the cock, running his right hand lightly and loosely down the shaft and 
up again to the knob. He was pleased it was circumcized....he was himself, and 
much preferred the feel of a circumcized knob in his mouth.

Taking the hint, Miles too reached down between the two of them and grasped 
the cock he found. Larger than his, he felt his heart race at the size and power 
of the machine! It fitted the power and strength of its owner. Miles felt an 
urgent desire to submit to this man, his mouth, and, yes, he thought, his 
bottom, too....'

Miles, too, began to wank the older man and they lay on their backs, side by 
side, as much feeling as really wanking. This went on a long moment, when 
suddenly John sat up, turned 
round so his face was close to the boy's belly and took the cock in his mouth. 
pressing in until the whole shaft was in his lips and the blonde hair pressed 
against his mouth, his nose hard up against the tight and nearly hairless 
scrotum. His own cock was available now to Miles, who followed his lead by 
swallowing at least the knob of the huge weapon. This was new for him....at 
least apart from his fantasies, wanking on this very bed.

And they sucked each other, Miles taking his lead from John. So when John 
ran his open mouth up and down the front of the slender, elegant, white shaft, 
so did Miles run his up and down the stubbier, broader, longer, veinous and 
red shaft. As John cradled and tickled the tight, almost white bollocks, so did 
Miles tickle the looser, red sack. As John fondled the hairless, round arse 
cheeks, so Miles felt and caressed the hairy and fiercely powerful buttocks. 
And when, finally, Miles felt the spunk flowing in spurts into his mouth, he 
too came, pumping his virgin jism into the welcoming mouth of his new lover.

John knew his spunk was not as copious as fifteen years earlier, when great 
spurts could actually his the ceiling, and it was thinner now since he'd been 
vasectomised. The boy's come had the heat, thickness, and quantity of teenage 
youth. And John loved it, swallowing every drop. As did Miles.

They lay still a moment before John turned to lay face-to-face with his new 
lover.

'That was lovely, Mr Watson.'

'I think you could call me John.....now you've sucked me off and swallowed 
my come!'

They laughed.

'Is that massage oil on the dressing table? Shall I give you a massage?'

'Yes, John. I'd like that.'

'Get a towel to lay on. Don't want to leave any suspicious traces! And the oil. 
Now lay on your belly. That's right,'

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 In the other bedroom, not a couple of miles away, the girls were standing by 
the bed. Julia unclasped the mini skirt and it dropped to Melissa's feet. And 
now your panties, my dear, and your shoes. Now lay down and I won't be a 
second.

No underwear, her tits swung free as she dropped her denim skirt to the floor 
and with a bounce to the bed lay beside her little blonde, her belly to the girl's 
face, and her own face level with the blonde fleece. Straight into a sixty-nine, 
she clutched the girl's arse, rolled her onto her back, and lying astride her face, 
nuzzled her nose into the juicy slit, while pressing her own open cunt-lips to 
the girl's face. As her tongue flicked lightly at Melissa's hard nub, she felt the 
girl's tongue feel into her vagina. hesitantly at first, but with increasing 
enthusiasm, the tongue moved in and out, imitating the motion of a prick.

Julia groaned with pleasure. Lifting her face from the moist cunt a second she 
whispered, 'My clit, Melissa. Lick my clit.'

Forsaking her exploration of the depths of her cunt, Melissa sucked the hard 
clit, taking it between her lips and pulling it. Julia groaned again as the girl 
started to stimulate the clit with hard, short licks, while she gripped and 
kneaded the rounded arse-cheeks alongside her.
Julia spread Melissa's arse, baring the secret, smooth and un-puckered arse-
hole. Suddenly tempted by its innocence, and obvious muscular tightness, she 
inserted her tongue. Melissa licked more furiously, rubbing her cunt against 
any part of Julia it could touch, her clit and cunt forsaken by her fickle 
mistress, seeking the more forbidden recesses of her body.
                                                 
Julia thought a moment, and the first thought through her mind was, 'This 
must be the first cunt she has sucked, and she does it with such passion!' The 
thought made her even hotter, and she felt her body soaring. Her second 
thought was, 'And she has never before had a tongue in her arse!' And with 
this thought Julia felt her orgasm come, long and rolling.

As her lover came, Melissa pardonned Julia's neglect of her cunt, knowing 
how in the heat of orgasm all else is forgotten. Indeed, to increase Julia's 
pleasure , as she felt and heard her coming, she reached along and squeezed 
both tits, hard.

Julia rolled back. She apologised. 'darling Melissa....that's twice I've come 
and left you behind. It's your fantastic body....it just sends me wild. Now, you 
lay on your back and I'll say thankyou nicely. Here, put this cushion under 
your bottom...Yes, now you're completely open for me.'

Simple and classic. Julia lay between the girl's legs and licked up and down 
from arse to clit, and back, and again, and again....Her hands reached up and 
fondled hard, girlish breasts, tweaking the tiny rose nipples, or squeezing and 
pressing the rounded flesh. She felt the girl's excitement rising, as her belly 
and bottom moved pressing up on her face. Melissa grasped the brunette's 
head and pulled it firmer onto her. Julia took the cue to concentrate on the clit 
now, licking harder and faster. As she felt the girl coming, she pressed the 
belly with both hands, feeling the orgasm ripple through the strong muscles. 

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John was kneeling over the boy's naked bottom and working warm, scented oil 
into his shoulders, back and waist. With long, slow, stroking movements he 
felt the young muscles relax under his massage, and himself delighted in the 
slender and firm form beneath his fingers. The skin, soft and silky before, now 
was slick and sexy from the body oil.

He moved to one side, kneeling now beside the boy to work on his legs....and 
of course the buttocks, the centre of his desire. Tipping a handful of oil onto 
the dimple at the very top of the buttock crease, he massaged both bottom 
cheeks, his hands moving in rhythmic circles over the firm flesh. And now 
down over the thighs, down to the calves and ankles, and back again to the 
thighs and buttocks. For five minutes he massaged in this rhythmic mode, 
learning the shape and feel of the body. Then, he treated himself to the arse 
itself.

Another handful of oil, and parting the bottom cheeks, he let it drip down into 
the bottom crease, over the arsehole, pinkish, tight, hairless, and onto the balls, 
crushed like his cock itself into the white thick towel on which he lay. With an 
enquiring, searching finger he felt down the centre of the crease, over the 
arsehole. , Then back, pausing this time to rub the tip of his finger into the 
anus. There was no tension, and the anus opened to his finger. He moved it in 
and out, feeling the muscle grip and relax spasmodically. He felt a sudden 
tenderness, and leaned over to kiss the bottom, and introduce his tongue wher 
the finger had been.

Miles groaned, the first sound in five minutes, and raised his hips to enable a 
deeper penetration by the tongue. He had been luxuriating, allowing his mind 
to rove off into fantasies of being used by John for all types of sexual 
pleasure.....and by other men and boys , too. Now the feeling of a finger and a 
tongue knocking as it were at his door brought him back to the real here-and-
now, to the imminent prospect of satisfaction of his fantasies.

He moved his arse , pressing against the finger, now replaced. Taking the hint, 
John slipped it further into the tight hole, to the first joint, then out, and in 
again to the knuckle, then out and in again as far as it could reach. First one 
finger, then two, and finally three as the hole relaxed even more, and opened to 
him.

Laying now on top, John again massaged neck and shoulders, but this time his 
hard cock rested in the oily buttock-crease. The boy could feel the weight of 
John's heavy body pressing into his own completely relaxed body. He could 
feel the hairy mat of the stomach and barrel chest touching his own softer, 
clearer skin. Above all he wanted to be possessed by and to serve this powerful 
man.  'Slip it in, John. Please! Please fuck me, John....'

His knob was now resting at the very portal, and John needed no hand to help 
him enter. Without moving his arms or shoulders he pushed with his powerful 
hips, feeling the knob enter the oiled and prepared anus. The lad groaned, and 
his hands stretched up over his head gripped the  cover-pane. John paused a 
moment. 'All, John, I want it all....' So he smoothly forced in, and in, until his 
whole length was inside, his balls touching the thighs, and his belly hair 
against the boy's bottom.

Gently John shagged. His hands kneaded the shoulders beneath him as his 
belly slapped into buttocks that pushed up at him with every stroke. By the 
writhing beneath him and the muffled groans and panting it was clear that 
Miles was going to come off in the towel beneath them. With this thought, 
John could contain his lust no longer and he came, grunting his pleasure. This 
was communicated to the boy who came too, just as John slipped a hand 
beneath him to grasp the cock, and feel the spunk well over the palm of his 
hand as it covered the boy's knob.  They lay quiet a long moment, until the 
anus twitched and expelled the limper cock, and John rolled off.

There's some smokes in the drawer there. It's ok....both my parents smoke in 
here. So they won't know.'

They lay smoking. 'That was good, Miles. How did you learn to take it like 
that? I'm big, and I was a bit worried. But you had no problem. It's as if 
you've been fucking for years. Have you been having me on?' He laughed.

Miles laughed too, and getting up from the bed, wiping surplus oil, and some 
sweat from his body with bright red towel, 'I'll show you....' John was 
delighted to see that despite having pumped his come all over John's hands, 
the boy was still erect, promising further fun.

Going to a chest of drawers by the door, he opened the bottom one. 'Look,' he 
said, holding a large, black strap-on dildo . It was shaped like a circumcized 
cock, and was as broad as John's and perhaps a bit longer. 'When  they're out I 
sometimes come in here and borrow it. I've been using it since I was about 
ten....so I should be well stretched by now!' He laughed, and seemed to place 
it against his arse, though John couldn't see behind his back.

How did you find it...and more to the point how on earth did you know what 
it's for at ten?' 

'I saw them using it. And to be honest, I often watch and wank while they do 
it. Do you think I'm terrible? I can see you don't!' And indeed, as he watched 
the boy, and listened to his confessions, John , too, was becoming hard again. 
'I've got a little peep-hole in the attic , up there. I bet you can't see it even 
though you know it's there. The first time I saw them get it out and use it they 
thought I was asleep. They were a bit careless with doors when my sister and I 
were little....though they shut and lock it nowadays when they're getting down 
to it. fat lot of good though, as that just tells me there's something worth 
watching.' He paused, and laughing threw the dildo back into the drawer. 
'Won't need that today....'

'Come on, tell me what they do.'

'S&M stuff. Not too heavy. But,boy, do they enjoy it! Normally he crawls in 
from the 
bathroom on all fours and they act out this mistress-slave thing. It often ends 
with him tied up, either to the bed, or to that hook over there in the 
ceiling...over there, right in front of the long mirror. She blindfolds and gags 
him and whips him until his cock stands real hard. You must spank me 
sometime...it makes me everso randy.....Then she fucks him with the strap-on 
dildo, and usually he comes, whicjh brings her off too. I've never seen them 
have ordinary sex, but I've heard them. They don't do it often, and I've not 
seen it in daylight or with the light on. But I think they do sometimes. At night, 
in bed. Yes, I guess that's what they do..' The boy was taking out and playing 
with a selection of whips and gags as he explained his parents' foibles. 'You 
know it was years before I found out that really the man shags the woman, and 
not the woman shags the man, and most usually in the cunt, not in the arse.'

Finally he turned to the wardrobe, and took out a hanger. On it was a set of 
matching black and red satin underwear. He held it against his body, his prick 
making a tent in the flimsy satin. John watched withever-growing interest. 
This was a real find. A genuinely corrupt young boy. A delight, and a find!

'Obviously they believe in sexy undies. I love sexy underwear myself....I'd like 
to see her in those.....She's pretty good, your mother.'

'She's got dozens of sets. I love them. To tell you the truth, when they're out I 
come in here and put them on sometimes. I love the feel, and looking at myself 
in the mirror. I reckon I look pretty good in them, too.'

'In silence, Miles fixed a black waspie round his waist, and writhed while he 
got the bow exactly round to the front, and the ten or so hooks to the back. The 
tight black satin shone like leather and seemed to accentuate and feminise his 
waist and hips. Next matching long gloves, and he stopped to show himself 
off.

'Looks good so far. What else have you got in there?'

'Patience, sir. All will be revealed.'

Now, black, glossy seamed stockings. First one long, slim leg, supported on a 
footstool while he smoothed the stocking and straightened the seam. A skimpy 
little suspender belt, as the waspie had no straps. And to tell the truth, the 
ritual of handling and fastening these flimsies was unbearably sexy for the boy. 
And his pleasure communicated itself to the man watching, almost painfully 
hard in anticipation of treats to come.  Now the other leg. 
 From the bottom of the wardrobe, giving John a lovely view of his welcoming 
bottom as he leaned over to select them, a pair of stilettos. 'They nearly 
fit...just a bit tight. I'm afraid as I grow I'll not get into them. Which'll be a 
pity.'

'You looks so lovely in them, that I expect the men will be competing to buy 
you them!'

'That'd be nice.'He stood a moment , looking over his shoulder at the long 
mirror.
The boy's cock was twitching, heaving slightly, John noticed. His own cock 
was rampant now, fully recovered from the recent fucking. 'Show me your 
bottom, and your seams.'

The boy obligingly leaned over the dressing table. 'Like what you see?'

'You wait!'

Miles now took from the hanger a tiny, wispy bikini pantie, in red, transparant 
nylon, with delicate black trimmings. 'She's only just bought these. I don't 
think she's worn them yet...at least not for sex.' He slipped into them, and 
pulled them up over his balls. His cock now stood straight and slender, the 
knob peeping out over the top of the panties that could not contain it.

He paused and inspected himself again in the mirror. 'I wish I had tits, but I 
usually pretend. He put on a bra, red satin with black trimming, matching his 
panties, and stuffed a pair of panties into each cup to give the illusion. John 
made a mental note to do something about this, but thought better of 
mentioning it...better not to destroy the moment. 'Now a wig. I do wish she 
had a blonde wig, but she's only got this sort of colour. And a dab of lipstick 
and powder, and how do I look? I'm done.'

John was entranced. He was a beautiful boy naked, but feminised he was 
fantastic!'

'How do I look? Tell me.' He smiled coquettishly....he knew he looked good! 
His boyish voice now had a mincing, feminine timbre to it. He pirouetted on 
his high heels, admiring himself in the mirror, running his hands over the 
nylon stockings, and enjoying the feel of nylon over his bottom cheeks. His 
knob still peeped out, and his cock and balls were just visible through the 
transparant front panel of his panties.

'You look ravishing. Come here and I'll ravish you!'

                                              .........................................

In their bed the girls were smoking and talking, satisfied for the moment.

'You've really never been with a girl before, Melissa?'

'No, really....'

Well, you're a wonderful lover. You must have an inate talent. That was 
wonderful for me.'

'And for me. '

'But you've wanted to?'

'Oh yes!'

'Anyone special? One of your schoolfriends?'

'Not the girls, no. I didn't know you then, Julia, but, yes, I really wanted a 
grown woman. I've got a real crush on one of my teachers. Miss Campbell, the 
art teacher. I get sexy even thinking about her.'

'I know her well. She's nice.'

'I think she likes me. When she's showing me how to draw something, she 
accidentally presses against my shoulders and I can feel her breasts. They're 
small, but everso hard. And sometimes she presses her thigh up against me. 
Good thing she doesn't know what effect she has on me. She'd be horrified if 
she knew I was going all mushy and squishy! And I can't help opening my legs 
and showing her my knickers when she's at the front of the class. I always sit 
right at the front in art! She's too nice to say anything. I wish I dared leave my 
panties off one day!' 

'I think you might get a surprise if you did, and a nice on at that.'

Melissa looked at her new lover quizically, as Julia reached for the bedside 
phone and dialled out. She spoke into it. 'George? Julia....yes....lovely...yes....I
did too. Look, George, are you going to the club Saturday?....Well I should 
cancel if I were you. I've got a lovely treat for you. ...No, it wouldn't be a 
surprise then!..  Good...You'll be happy I guarantee. Ten, then. Hey, and get 
Fabian along too, so we can have a foursome. Ok. Thanks. Love you, too...'

'Melissa, I'd like to take you to a club I belong to. Saturday night. Can you tell 
your mum you'll be out with friends till about two? Or shall we just say you're 
sleeping over with friends. Well, I'll leave it to you. Good. And dress as if you 
were going to a lively disco, really sexy! Now let's have a bit more fun before 
the evening's gone.

                                               .......................................

Miles knelt on the red satin, his legs open, and his hard little cock sticking 
provocatively down, between his stiletto heels. He had a coquettish smile on 
his face, lipstick and all. He lay back and John lifted his buttocks to place a 
pillow under them, and as the bottom settled back into its raised position  he 
slipped the panties down. They caught on a high heel, but he freed them and 
tossed them on the floor. Didn't want to get come all over them!. On the 
pillow cock, balls, and anus were all exposed. He lifted the boy's legs onto his 
broad shoulders and as he felt the slippery nylon couldn't resist a look in the 
miror at the long, feminine legs, trim ankles in their black patent heels.He 
reached one hand under the buttocks and with the other placed his knob. With 
less delicacy this second time...he knew now the boy's capacity for 
buggery...he shoved in, the knob and then the shaft. The boy groaned his 
pleasure, and reached down with one hand to hold and then wank his cock, 
bobbing free between them. With his other hand he fondled John's nipples, 
and felt his strong muscles through the tangled hair. 

John looked down at the boy, his feminine face flushing with lust, his eyes 
closed in his passion. How flattering to the older man to arouse this level of 
excitement in a pretty shemale! As he shagged, as hard as he could the lad 
wanked furiously at his slender, white cock. John watched it, waiting for the 
spunk to spurt, holding his own orgasm back until they could come together. 
As he watched, the boy changed the rhythm of his jerking, slower and longer. 
His belly writhed, and John knew he was about to come. The release was 
glorious as he allowed himself to come, pumping into the tight, delicate arse. 
And the boy came too. White spots of spunkflew, first to land high up on his 
chest and chin, then below the false tits, and finally in pools on his hairless 
belly, wetting the tiny suspender belt . John collapsed onto him, and the boy 
enjoyed his weight, the feeling of being used for sexual pleasure, the 
realisation of dozens of solitary fantasies..

As before, the cock slipped out, and John rolled off.

'What about this?' His finger paddled in the boy's come, on the black 
suspender belt.

'Oh, that's all right. I often come in her undies. I just wash them and put them 
back. She's got so many she doesn't notice if I borrow them overnight and 
sleep in them.'

'That's ok then.' There was a silence. 'Miles, I go to a club most weekends. I 
think you'd like it. And you could go dressed if you wanted. A lot of boys 
do....'

'I'd like that...'

'Good. I suggest we meet first on Saturday and I can take you to a shop where 
you can get some clothes actually for yourself. The owner is like you.... And 
then we can go on to the club. How about it?'

'Count me in.'

Saturday evening. 'I'll be off now, Julia. I'll drop the kids off at your mother's 
on the way to pick up young Miles.'

'Going anywhere interesting?'

'I'm taking him to Transformation, and then on to The Pink Flamingo as 
usual. I expect we'll spend the night at Googie's, along with whoever she 
picks up.'

'That sounds interesting all right. I'm taking little Melissa to the Kitkat. 
Introduce her to the scene, and specifically George and Fabian. We may have 
to be home by two....but I expect there'll be plenty of time to show her what 
fun a foursome can be.'

'Have fun, darling. I'm off.'

                                                .........................................

Melissa turned up about ten minutes later.

'Take off your coat, my dear. Let me have a look. I said 'sexy'... but that's 
tremendous.' She held the girl at arm's length admiring her. Melissa had 
dressed simply, but sexily in hot pants, tiny, figure-hugging red silk 
shorts....you could see the outline of her cuntlips. Or perhaps not quite. bare 
legs, long and sun-tanned, and white, Essex-girl high heels. Her blonde hair 
shone as it fell over her shoulders. Her blouse was the off-the-shoulder 
'Carmen' type, but more particularly the white nylon was just sufficiently 
transparant to show she was  not wearing a bra. Her rose nipples stood clearly 
visible through the flimsy fabric.

Julia held her still at arm's length, admiring, and, taking her in her arms, 
kissed her. The girl reciprocated, and both were a bit surprised at the passion 
of the embrace. 'You're so sexy I could eat you now. But later would be best! 
Now, I haven't changed yet as I thought I'd see what you chose before I did. I 
know exactly what I'll wear now. Come up, and I'll get ready. I'll only take a 
few minutes...I've done my face, and bathed etc....'

The room brought back memories of lust aroused and satisfied, and the 
teenager felt herself moistening at the memory. And more so as Julia stripped 
naked before pulling over her head a nylon, lace blouse, just as see-through as 
her own, though black. Her tits wereappetising dimly seen through the cloth, 
Then hot pants. As tight and provocative as her own, but in black satin this 
time. No panties at all, and she watched , rapt , as the woman wriggled herself 
into the skin-tight satin, rolling her pelvis like an old-fashioned stripper.  And 
black, shiny high-heels, bare legs. Julia caught the girl staring at her, and they 
both laughed when their eyes met.


'There. The world can see we're together. And I tell you something, my 
sweetie, we'll be the centre of attention. There'll be some randy ladies about 
us tonight. Come on...

                                            ...................................

Miles was waiting at the corner of his lane when John picked him up in the 
classic Ford. Not kissing him in public, and so close to his home, he permitted 
himself a feel of his thigh as he got in beside him, and then a touch of his 
crotch as he greeted him, and drove off.

'This is a sort of shop. It's run for transvestites, by transvestites.......and some 
transexuals.'

What's the difference, John?'

'You're a tranvestite when you wear women's clothes. Transexuals are either 
completely or partly changed into women. Most of them still have cocks....that 
is they haven't had the op, but also feminine breasts and generally the shape 
and skin of a woman. I love them like that, I must admit. To have feminine 
bottom, legs and breasts, face and skin, but a good cock...that's about my 
ideal, really.'

'But how do they get breasts?'

'Partly through taking female hormones, and some of them help it a bit by 
silicon implants, like women do sometimes.'

Miles was quiet as he thought that one over. 'I guess I couldn't till I leave 
school....'

'I guess not. Here we are.'

In the shop, surrounded by sexy and kinky undies, OTT dresses, cosmetics, 
perfumes, and all the equipment of transvestism, John sat and read, or rather 
looked at the pictures in a review. He recognised a few of the shemales. Miles 
was away about an hour before he returned, giggling and happy in the 
company of a very pretty she-male.

'This is fun. You should see my undies....I've got lovely pastel blue silk 
knickers....very respectable ones...and a rather naughty matching blue and 
white silk basque. Do you like my stockings?' He pirouetted and the skirt, 
pleated white silk like the Monroe photo, rose to show his glossy tan 
stockings, and incidentally the lovely pale blue silk panties. He clearly had no 
problem with his white high heels  as he paraded his beauty. 'I've had a new 
hairdo, a manicure...can you see my nails? And a lesson in make-up. You can't 
see my bulge can you? Mary showed me how to hide it.' Mary giggled.

'You look very lovely indeed, Miles. You're going to be a real hit tonight. 
They'll be jealous of me.'

'When I'm dressed, can you call me Miranda. I'd like that.'

Of course, Miranda. Thanks for all your help, Mary. Put it on my slate, will 
you. And now, Miranda, let's hit night town.'

                                                  ........................................

They had dropped their coats off with the very pretty cloakroom girl, dressed 
tartily as a cowgirl tonight. As they walked across the room Melissa could see 
heads turning and felt pairs of eyes on her. She found it exciting to be the 
centre of this admiration. hand in hand the two girls walked past the couples 
dancing to low' slow blues, and up to the bar, where two men in dinner jackets 
were leaning, smoking cigars and chatting, not having noticed the newcomers 
despite the sudden lull in conversations about them. Julia tapped one on the 
shoulder.

'George, I think you know Melissa?'

George turned round and did a double take   at the beautiful girl, and especially 
her breasts withe their tender pink nipples, under her see-through blouse. Oh, 
ye. We've met many a time!''But it's Miss C.....' started the amazed teenager.

'Call me George here, sweetie. And this is Fabian. ' Fabian was a tall negro, 
slender, but with powerful shoulders. Strikingly, her head was shaven and 
shiny. As he shook her hand, Melissa felt her grasp it for perhaps a moment 
longer than usual.

'Would you like to dance?'

'Oh, yes. I'd certainly like that.' Melissa smiled, though her heart was racing. 
Her eyes shone.

On the floor, lights subdued, the music was still slow and smoochy. They 
danced scarcely moving their feet, bodies pressed together, swaying as much 
as actually dancing. George had her arms round the blonde and cupped one 
buttock in each palm. Melissa had her arms round her partner's back, feeling 
the wiry muscles. She made sure her breasts were pressed firmly against the 
white dress shirt.

'Melissa,' George murmured. 'Melissa, Melissa, Melissa.' She kissed her, and 
felt her respond to the tongue probing into her mouth. 'Melissa! That means 
honey.'

'I've longed to be held by you like this. I always look forward to art and hope 
you'll talk to me.'

'I always talk to you! All I've dared to do is press up against you a bit, and 
when I lean over your desk, sometimes I can see your sweet breasts cupped in 
their lacy white bra! God, I've wanted to kiss you. And your lovely breasts!' 
As she kissed the girl, her hand wandered over the breasts, feeling the firm 
roundness, and rolling a nipple between her fingers.

'That's lovely.' Melissa let her arms drop and felt the firm buttocks of her 
partner. They pushed belly to belly, cunt to cunt, as they whispered.

'I think you show me your knickers on purpose. I used to think it was just 
careless innocence. But you deliberately wanted to turn me on!. Admit it!'

'Yes, Guilty! Sometimes I could nearly come just by knowing you could see 
me there.'

'Melissa. Melissa. I want to lick honey from your body, from your thighs. No, 
I'll be honest. I want to suck the honey from your sweet little cunt, and eat 
your hard little clit.'

'Wordless, Melissa turned her face for another kiss. The music stopped 
momentarily.

Leading the girl back to the bar, where Julia and Fabian were talking with 
animation, laughing, clearly old friends, George interrupted them. 'Melissa 
wants to come back to my place for the evening. want to join us?'

'Fun. Fun. Fun.'

                                               .......................................

The trannies' club was in the same quarter of the city as the lesbians'. It was 
noisier and brasher. Handsome men and glittering, tarty she-males flirted, 
laughed, cuddled, groped, fought, danced. The noise of excited conversation 
vied with raucous heavy metal. Couples, male-male, male-shemale, shemale-
shemale danced frenetically. At the bar a group of drinking, laughing, 
shrieking members. In the midst our John,, immaculate in his maroon velvet, 
Miranda, so sexy with her teenage complexion and lovely blonde curls, and 
two 
friends of John's. Googie, a bubbling blonde shemale, short and plumping a 
bit, but with lovely full white tits pushed upwards by a daring bustier, and 
Marcel, a tall, muscular and immensely poweful negro, built like a boxer 
(which in fact he was among other things). He spoke with a rich french accent, 
and a bass voice, slow and sexy.

'You are tres belle, Miranda. Is this your first time here?'

'Yes. It's an exciting place, isn't it? Are all these girls really tv or ts?'

'All of them. And most of the ts's have still got those few centimetres we all 
find so useful!'

'I can scarcely believe it. They're really so feminine...most of them...And 
Googie's got lovely tits.'

Promise you. She'd love to hear you say that. She's a cracker. Seems to me 
you go both ways, Miranda. Do you like hard-bodied men as well as soft little 
bits with nice bosoms?'

'Oh yes. I love going with John. He's got a good body.'

'Feel this!' He flexed his bicep. Miles felt the muscle with one hand, and 
found he couldn't encompass it even with two. The black veins stood out. 

'That's tremendous. And are you as big everywhere?' The atmosphere of camp 
flirting and innuendo was getting at him now! He laughed. Dressed, his laugh 
was a more girlish giggle than when he was a boy. Just as his voice rose a tone 
and his walk became more mincing, and not only because of the stiletto heels. 
He didn't do this consciously. It just happened. And the negro found it 
attractive.

'I'm immense. Could you take it, angel?'

'I'd like to try! And I'd like to see you stripped for action. I love big, strong 
men...' Still she felt his biceps, hanging on him with both hands. 

'Googie. What do you think of this latest recruit to your tribe? ' John 
interrupted the tete-a-tete between the teenage shemale and the huge negro. 
Not, however, before they'd come to a satisfactory if unspoken agreement. 
Miranda knew he was going to get shagged, and Marcel knew he was going to 
have that cute little butt, and soon.

'She's quite delicious. And so fresh-complexioned. Ah! To be fifteen again....'

'Sixteen.'

'Sorry, sweetie. Still illegal, at all events. I'd go inside for you, though. Is your 
bottom as silky smooth as your face?'

'You could find out if you wanted...'

'Now that's an offer. Did you hear that  , John, Marcel? Let's stop mucking 
about wasting time here. All back to my place.....'

There were no objections.

                                       ........................................

George lived in an appartment in an old, stylish town house, high in the 
Georgian part of the city. The ceilings were lofty and the rooms spacious. Her 
king-size bed was immense. The bedroom full of mirrors, subdued, hidden 
lights, velvet, ormolu, silk hangings. Altogether feminine, but still with an air 
of fin-de-siecle decadence.

On the bed Ms Campbell lay with her young pupil. Keen on savouring every 
moment of this long-awaited but still unexpected pleasure, on not hurrying the 
rituals of disrobing, seduction and completion, she had taken the girl to bed 
fully dressed. Pausing only to kick off her own black shoes and remove the 
jacket of her dj, she held the blonde in her arms, Melissa's bottom against her 
loins. She fondled the rounded, firm breasts through the soft nylon blouse, 
teasing the nipples into erection as she nibbled and licked the back of her neck, 
whispering sweet obscenities. Melissa shivered as the tip of the tongue played 
among the light hairs on the back of her neck.

Beside them on the bed , unseen to Melissa and George, who lay with their 
backs to them, Julia and Fabian, already naked, were engaged in a sixty-nine.

George, one hand on the girl's bosom, the other now exploring her hips, thighs 
and crotch, still fully clad in the tight but thin fabric of her hot-pants. George 
now felt a need for naked flesh, and loosening her waistband pulled the blouse 
up, and pushed both hands up over her belly under the thin nylon to clasp her 
breasts. She pressed, palmed, fingered them, learning their shape, so seldom 
glimpsed and more often imagined in the formal setting of her clasroom. She 
whispered continually in the girl's ear, seducing her with her desires. 'Your 
breasts are so lovely. So Hard. So firm. Yet soft, round and smooth. 

And your lovely, sharp nipples. My cunt is hot for you. Feel, I'm slipping my 
hand down the front of your shorts. What lovely, fine hair....And here the lips. 
Why, you're hot for me, too. feel my finger on your cunt. It's no good. I must 
have you naked.
                                                                                                          
 George sat up on the bed and pulled off her own trousers, socks and y-fronts. 
She undid the bow tie, and the buttons on her dress shirt. Melissa lay back and 
allowed the dyke to pull the thin blouse over her shoulders and lifted her 
bottom for her shorts to be taken down. George lingered a while over this, 
taking advantage of the opportunity to run her hands up and down the girl's 
bare, tanned legs. Melissa luxuriated in the caresses, but was now watching 
Julia and Fabian, enthralled. It was Ms Campbell she wanted above all else, 
but she remembered her delight in Julia's perfect bosoms as she watched them 
crushed against Fabian's body.And what a strange, exciting body. While Julia 
was all round, feminine forms, Fabian was lean and rangy like some of the 
athletic boys she had necked with. Her body was that of a weight trainer.Her 
black breasts were more like the muscular pectorals of a male body-builder, 
not flat but more muscle than flesh. Melissa wanted George but knew she must 
also have Fabian later.

George was still only completely naked from the waist down, but this was the 
part of her body she intended to use on the young girl. She arranged their legs 
so her own hard clit touched Melissa's nub, and began to rub the two together. 
Melissa lay back and enjoyed the more assertive woman's activity, her clit and 
cunt-lips stimulated by the practised movements. She couldn't reach much of 
George's body to touch, but could and did fondle her hips and flat belly. Like 
Fabian, these were not wholly feminine. She, too, must have been no stranger 
to the gym, hard and muscular as she was.

As she was shagged, Melissa looked at the sixty-nine beside her. They lay 
almost side-by-side, Julia with her back to her and Fabian slightly on top. 
Julia's movements were becoming more frenetic, and her arse cleavage opened 
and closed as she raked her cunt across the negress' face. She moaned, and 
now forsook Fabian's cunt, selfishly concentrating on her own mounting 
pleasure. Melissa knew, for she had seen it  herself, that Julia would come in a 
moment. She reached out and caressed the round, inviting bottom, and inserted 
the very tip of her index finger into the hidden arse, slick now with the juices 
of Julia.s cunt. This was too much for Julia who didn't expect the surprise, and 
she came, noisily howling her ecstacy.

Fabian disentangled from the body of her first partner, knowing it would be a 
minute or two before Julia would want to perform again. Melissa was laying 
invitingly on her back, though 
her legs were busy! Fabian kissed her, and fondled her breasts the while. Then 
whispered in her ear. 'Suck me, angel. Suck me till I come.'
 
The negress sprawled back against the bedhead and parted her black cuntlips, 
one hand each side, and exposed the bright red of her inner lips. Melissa 
offered her tongue to the clit, and then buried her open mouth full in the open 
cunt. Fabian  shut her eyes, and her hips responded to the caress, raking her 
cunt up and down the probing tongue, and even the girl's nose. 

'Like this , honey!'

'Oh, yes!' whispered Melissa as the tall black woman now knelt over her face. 
Spreading the flowing, blonde hair out over the pillow, Fabian lowered her 
cunt onto the waiting lips. It was shaven, smooth and shining from the 
attentions of Julia. Melissa felt the plumped, swollen lips grind against her 
face, and her tongue sought out the clit. As George rubbed harder and harder 
against her clit, Fabian shagged her face.

Next to come was George, whose frantic bucking and rubbing then stopped. 
However, George was not yet done. Quickly stripping off his creased dress 
shirt, revealing hard little tits, he pressed his lips to Melissa's cunt. Her 
pleasure was now complete. She grasped the lean, rangy, black thighs and 
pulled the cunt even firmer onto her lips. The open cunt ripped back and forth 
over her face, slipping in its own lubrication, filling her mouth and nose with 
the odour of aroused pussy. And below, her clit was nibbled and tweaked by 
tongue and fingers, lips and even teeth. She felt she would come. And then she 
felt George's fingers enter her....one in her cunt and the other in her anus. It 
was too much and she came. The moans and writhings of Melissa beneath her 
brought Fabian to a too-long-delayed climax, and she collapsed onto the 
blonde's soft body.

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Not half a mile away a similar scene was being enacted. This time all the 
participants were male...or at any rate they all had cocks.

Still wearing his tan stockings and white high heels , Miranda was the centre 
of the scene. As he lay on his back, two large cocks were waving in front of 
his face, inviting him to play with them. Because it was new, probably, the 
black prick got his attention first. Holding John's cock in one hand, with the 
other he felt Marcel's. It was huge. Long, very long, and slender, though the 
knob seemed huge to the as yet inexperienced boy. He ran his hand up and 
down, softtly so he could feel the ridges of the black veins, feeling the firm, 
almost wooden muscle under the warm, soft skin. He had to have it! First the 
knob against his lips, licking around the head, tickling its eye with the tip of 
his tongue.

'Suck me, baby, suck me.' Marcel moaned and pushed against Miranda's lips. 
The cock entered, first two inches, licking round the stem all the while, closing 
his lips on it. Then, allowing his mouth to be shagged, each thrust going 
deeper in. Finally, with both hands round the magnificent, muscled arse, he 
abandoned the whiteman's cock and pulled the negro's body right into him, till 
the crisp pubic hair rested against his face.

At the foot of the bed, Googie was sucking at Miranda's cock, while playing 
with her own. Like the boy, she had kept her stockings and shoes on, knowing 
and sharing that male fetish, which accorded with her own fantasies. She was 
enjoying this young cock. How stupid of John and Marcel not to insist on first 
suck......

Miranda remembered John. Fair dos! She pulled back from the twitching, 
black cock and allowed it to rest on her face. How big it looked! She nuzzled 
the huge , black balls in their velvet pouch, nearly hairless, surprisingly, And 
couldn't resist a lick. But now to the ever-patient John. While Marcel's erect 
penis rested against her face she took the broader, stubbier, white cock into her 
mouth, aware too of Googie's delightful activity around her cock and bollocks, 
and some attentions to her anus as well.

John was muttering in his pleasure, and stroked the blonde hair, while his cock 
was sucked, rubbed, nibbled, and generally stimulated even to the point of 
coming.

Marcel was feeling left out of it. 'Baby, can you take my cock?  Can you take 
this big, long, french, nigger cock up your sweet,tight, little, english arse?'

'Please, please. Yes Give it me....'

He knelt down. John had profitted from the change in position to control 
himself, and in no immediate danger of coming, he was again in Miranda's 
mouth. Marcel knelt behind the kneeling boy. Googie had prepared the way for 
him, using tongue anf fingers., but he dropped one single drop of oil right onto 
the roseate anus in front of him, and worked it in with his index finger. Then 
he placed the knob against the smooth, secret mouth, and pushed       . It was 
easy! Of course, his knob was not as large as John's, nor was the shaft as 
broad as he gently pushed it in, and in. Miranda thought back to all those 
experiments with his mother's dildo, how all that had prepared him for the 
pleasure this huge male was bringing him.

'Oh! That's good. Now hard. Fuck me. Fuck this white boy's girly bottom!'  

Gradually increasing his speed and vigour,Marcel fucked. Googie had 
managed to get her face under the boy and was still sucking at him, while the 
huge ballocks swung just above her, and she watched the veiny shaft move its 
full length in and out. Marcel held Miranda's arse cheeks while John held her 
ankles. Both fucked their respective openings. They looked each other in the 
eye and laughed. Leaning forward their lips met and they kissed. At this 
moment, Googie reached up and caressed first the black balls, and then higher 
up .

fondled Marcel's arsehole. John's tongue in his mouth, his cock in this sweet 
little shemale bottom, and a finger in his arse....it was too much for Marcel 
who came, spurting and spurting and spurting into the boy's arse. Marcel's lips 
hard against his own as the negro came was exciting, and the added stimulus 
brought John off, filling the boy's mouth with thick, creamy come. Miranda 
swallowed desperately, but just couldn't keep up, and to her chagrin some 
spilled from her mouth, down the pulsating cock, to drip on the bed. But most 
he got.                                                

Googie wriggled from under the heap of panting bodies. 'Kiss me! Kiss me 
with hot spunk in your mouth. God! I love that.' Miranda hadn't yet come, and 
as Googie pressed against him, her tits firm against his bare chest, her cock 
against the satin of his suspender belt, he felt his cock poking up against her 
anus.

'My first bottom' he thought to himself as he placed his knob against the 
smooth, hairless, un-puckered, and very feminine rim. 'I'm going to be a 
bugger!' But the thought was too much for him, and he came, spurting blob 
after blob of spunk over the transexual's arse cheeks, soiling her garter belt. 
Laughing, Marcel and John rubbed the sticky come into the soft flesh, until it 
had gone.

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It was a week later, and Julia and Melissa were the first to arrive home.

'Let's go upstairs and undress ready for John. Give him a lovely surprise. 
Come on. We haven't got long. He won't be long now....'

'I can't wait. It's everso nice of you to let me have a go with him...'

On Julia's bed the two nearly naked bodies lay entwined., kissing and 
caressing each other as only young women really know how to.

'I love the feel of your bosoms pressed against mine, Julia.'

'It's good isn't it?'

Melissa broke away, and sliding down the trim body beside her was about to 
lick Julia's cunt, as a preliminary pulling gently at the pubic hair with her 
teeth.

'Later, Melissa. Let's save it for John.'

At that moment they heard the front door.

Downstairs John briefly kissed his young shemale companion. 'Let's undress a 
bit. Julia must be waiting in the bed upstairs, and we'll give her a nice 
surprise.'

'I can't wait. It's everso nice of you to let me have a go at her.'

John was faster than Miranda-Miles, and was naked before the novice tv had 
done more than remove the blouse and skirt. He was still not used to the 
femine catches and zips, and in any case loved puting on and taking off his 
new clothes, and was in no mood to hurry it. John took the boy-girl in his arms 
again and kissed the full, red lips, while both hands wandered over the satin 
clad buttocks. His own cock was hard, and he felt the other harden into his 
thighs.

'That's better. Now the rest.' He undid the bra , leaving the expensive falsies 
in the cups, and slippe dthe panties down. 'Take off your shoes, but keep on 
the stockings and suspenders. I like those on you too much.'

'Can I keep the shoes. They make my ankles look very feminine.'

                                                 ....................................... 


John entered the bedroom in front of Miles, to see his wife and her young 
girlfriend lying on the bed, legs open, hands behind heads, breasts pert and 
upright. Miles followed a pace behind, his attention momentarily centred on 
the fine , athletic buttocks and shoulders in front of him.

'Oh, my God! How shaming!' Melissa snapped her legs shut, one hand 
covering her mound and the other arm rying to shield her bosoms from her 
brother's view.

'Bloody hell! It's you, Sis. ' Miles didn't know whether to avert his eyes from 
the rather delightful scene, or to concentrate on the charms of John's wife, or 
to admire the equal but forbeidden charms of his sister. He was also aware he 
was wearing stockings and suspenders. And high heeled shoes! He 
compromised, ogling both naked forms.

Julia was giggling. 'John, we've both had the same idea. You naughty man. I 
take it this is your brother.'

'Melissa nodded. 'Miles.'

'John, this is Melissa. We arranged a little surprise for you.' Miles had 
approached the bed, gob-smacked still. Julia  reached out and pulled him 
closer, using the convenient handle of his cock. Legs still wide open, she half 
sat up and took it into her mouth, savouring the teenager's smooth knob, 
before running her tongue up and down the sensitive front of the shaft.
                                                                                                         
John lay down on the bed beside the blonde girl, and pulling her towards him 
kissed her, one hand fondling her hard little tit and the other round her slim 
waist, pulling her up against his erect penis. He felt her responding, her tongue 
slipping into his mouth, a lesbian kiss, he thought. Her belly pushed back 
against his.

'Miles, lick my nipples. I love that.'

John moved, and allowed the girl to lay down on her back. He raised her knees 
and parted her lips, using both hands, pulling at the outer lips. He flicked at the 
hard little clit, and then licked down the inner lips. Down now to her vagina, 
he felt and tasted her sudden excitement. Julia's little lesbian, with a trained 
cunt, he thought. She reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling his face into 
her cunt. 'Please, John. Don't stop.'

Beside them, Miles was fondling breasts, wholly female this time, using both 
hands and nibbling on one nipple, then the other. Julia, ever sensitive to 
stimulation of her breasts, was beginning to orgasm. She sought out his cock 
and graspped it as she came. Melissa, who had heard the wild sounds of Julia's 
orgasm, found the sighing and panting of the writhing woman intolerably 
exciting and, her fingers twining into the hairs on John's shoulder, herself 
came, her bucking hips raking her cunt up and down his face.

She was still in the last throes of her orgasm when John lifted her legs to his 
shoulders and entered her. He pushed gently in, the knob, an inch more, and 
another inch until his whole cock was in her tight, virgin cunt. He lowered her 
legs and lay on top of her. He moved his cock out, and thrust it in, harder this 
time. She gasped, but her hips had not stopped their orgasmal spasms under 
him. Long and slow he shagged her, supporting some of his considerable 
weight on his elbows, but allowing his hairy chest to press against her smooth 
tits.
                                                                           

'Now, Miles, fuck me. Quick and hard.' Julia had been looking forward to 
this, knowing there was little to compare with the vigour of a teenage lover.

Taking her at her word Miles, having found her cunt, slammed his eager prick 
into the juicy slot. A moment's pause, savouring the feel of his first cunt, slick, 
smooth, tight and muscled, and then he shagged, fast and ruthless. Frightened 
he would come too early, he counted silently as he shoved it in and out. Thirt 
five, thirty six, thirty seven. Beneath him Julia was plunging up and down, 
making it difficult for him to keep it in. This helped him prolong his pleasure. 
He felt her come, a blessed release for him as he felt his own orgasm unfurl, 
and the spunk pump from him into her.

They lay listening to Melissa's joy, he licking again at her nipple, she 
squeezing his cock, still in her, with trained vaginal muscles. John was in 
complete control now, shagging slow and hard, his free hand stimulating her 
breasts, or reaching under and tickling her anus, slick from her own juices.

Julia whispered in Miles' ear, as he nibbled her tit. 'She's lucky her first is as 
good as John. But let's help them, Miles. Here.' She took his hand and placed 
it on his sister's lovely breast, between that and the hairy chest Miles already 
knew quite well. He pulled his hand away as if the flesh of his sister's bosoms 
was red-hot. Julia laughed at him 'Come on. Help her. She's very lovely, isn't 
she.' And this time she held her hand over his, forcing him to feel the shape 
and form of his sister's breast.

'I can't. It's my sister!' His whisper was strangulated. Despite his protests 
under her hand she could feel his deliberately pressing the firm roundness . 
And when she took her hand away to fondle the other pink-nippled tit, he 
continued to play, even rolling the rose-pink nipple between thumb and 
forefinger. Melissa moaned, again in orgasm.

'Quick. Kiss her while she comes this time.' The ice was broken now and 
Miles kissed his sister full on her lips, leaning between her and her powerful 
lover. His hands still fondled her bosoms. He felt the coming through the 
urgent movements of her tongue. It may be that Melissa was so far into her 
delight she no longer knew or cared who was kissing her and caressing her. At 
least that's what she told her brother later. But who knows?

John still shagged. long, slow, patient, controlled. Then, cleverly and without 
leaving her cunt or stopping in his rhythm, he moved the pair so he was first 
lying beside her, entering from behind, and then had her laying on top, his 
cock in her cunt from behind, his hands covering her tits, displacing her 
brother's.

Julia leaned over and licked the clit, now so easily available. Miles watched, 
hypnotised by the beauty of this naked, flat belly, and the almost naked cunt 
lips, so lightly clad with the lightest of blonde curls, and the pinkness inside 
where Julia was licking.

'Miles. Here. Help me here.' No protests now, Miles knelt over the couple and 
licked his sister's cunt, tentatively at first, but with increasing enthusiasm. He 
felt her come yet again as much through is tonguing as the slow shagging from 
beneath her. His own cock was rock-hard again!

Pausing in his action but still not leaving her body, John lifted her up and knelt 
her down in front of him. She gripped the pillows, both knuckles whitened, 
moaning in her ecstacy as he shagged her. Julia stroked her cute little butt, 
gripped as it was by the massive paws of her husband. Her finger slipped to 
the puckerless, rose-pink arse-hole, and stroked it in rhythm with the shagging. 
It was moist from the girl's cunt juices and Julia gently slipped in the tip of her 
index finger, masturbating, always in rhythm with John's fucking.

Miles was kneeling and letting his fingers wander over every part of his 
sister's body, breasts, back , belly, feeling under her to her thighs, so firm and 
yet so smooth. And her hard clit, erect under his fingers. He realised that for 
years he had wanted this, but had suppressed it. Now he would learn every 
contour of his sister's lovely body. 

Melissa came yet again. How many times was this? John allowed himself this 
time and, in time with her spasms, he pumped his jism into her, finally 
removing his still hard cock, shining from his come and her oils.

'Your chance, Miles,' said Julia.

Miles was still kneeling ,beside the girl now fondling and feeling her as she 
came. As John slumped back, temporarily satiated, Miles positioned himself 
behind her. As Julia grasped his cock and rubbed it up and down the wet slit, 
he grasped her buttocks in both hands, palms wide-spread , and opened them. 
The purse of her cunt and the little rose of her arsehole seemed to beckon him. 
He reached with both hands up to her shoulders, and admired the lovely back, 
slim waist and rounded bum, so much broader, it seemed, spread in front of 
him like this than when she stood, girlish and slim. Hands back to her arse 
again, gripping and spreading it.

His cock was now where Julia had placed it, nestling against the welcoming 
cunt hole. His sister moaned....'Please, Pleeeeeease,' and leaned back against 
him. He wondered if she knew who it was, that it was her own brother she was 
imploring. This thought excited him the more and his knob started to enter her. 
He paused a moment. This was serious stuff. Another inch and he'd be guilty 
of incest. And yet she was so lovely. And so willing! His body acted for him, 
and with no further thought he entered her, and taking his lead from John's 
example pushed hard and slow, starting a slow, rhythmic fuck.

It felt so good. Tighter than Julia.

Julia and her husband leaned back to watch the undies clad boy shag his lovely 
blonde sister. John nonchalently wanked, while Julia masturbated her own 
enraged clit.

As he grasped the hips before him, Julia and John looked each other in the 
eyes, Julia giggled, and she first, followed by her husband, left off the pleasant 
self-stimulation to add to the couple's pleasures. Julia fondled the blonde's tits 
and her husband played with her clit and cuntlips, their hands competing for 
the most delectable places on this lovely teenage body. Again Melissa came, 
almost screaming her pleasure this time. She looked back over her shoulder 
and for the first time realised it was her brother who had fucked her to this 
peak of pleasure.

'Oh! Miles! That was so good! Don't stop! I can feel it soaring again.' She 
buried her face in the pillow, lifting her hips to him. Her hips pushed and 
heaved against him, his balls swinging loose now and slapping her cunt with 
each powerful thrust. And Miles, too, could feel his spunk rising. Reaching 
under herself, his sister pulled at her clit and labia , rubbing and stimulating, 
feeling his balls thwack against her.

Julia was whispering as she caressed Miles' arse and running her hands up and 
down his slim, nylon-stockinged legs. 'Don't come in her cunt, Miles. Not 
without a condom. As you feel it coming, shove it up her arse, hard. Look, I'm 
preparing it for you.' And indeed, Julia was using the plentiful results of 
John's and Melissa's orgasm to lubricate the pretty little arsehole, slipping her 
index finger in and out, relaxing the anal muscle.

Melissa, amazingly, was coming again. As she screeched, swore and panted, 
her orgasm suddenly took a fierce turn when her brother removed his cock 
from the twitching vagina , and with a brutal push entered her anus, shoving it 
into her snug passage, in, in, in, all the way in. She screamed, part with pain 
part with lust. Then wholly with lust. 'Harder, harder, fill me......' John 
roughly masturbated her clit, Julia tweaked and squeezed her tits, and Miles 
shagged hard into her arse, his hands gripping and martyrising the white, 
plump flesh of her buttocks. But only a dozen shoves, perhaps, before his 
orgasm matched hers, and he rewarded the squeezing and clipping of her tight 
little rectum with huge volumes of hot spunk pouring in spurts into her vitals.

They collapsed together on the bed, literally shagged.

                                           .......................................

On the way home they sat closer, much closer, together than would be 
conventional for a teenage brother and sister. Miles slipped his hand into the 
blouse and felt the firm roundness of her breast. She sighed, and snuggled up 
to him.

'That was so good, wasn't it. I had no idea it could be so good.....'

'You just came and came!'

'I lost count, it was so exciting. Do you like my tits?'

'They're lovely.'

'I'm not as big as Julia....' She slipped her hand into his flies.

'But lovely and round, and firmer than hers. Somehow tighter than hers. And 
in any case , I'm not as big as John.' Melissa was feeling his cock, hard again!'

'I can feel you like them.' She squeezed his cock, her fingers gripping the 
shaft. 'And is my cunt tighter? And my little bottom hole?'

'Don't tease me! I'll want to fuck you in the back of the cab.'

'He can't see! But I suppose he could hear. Show me your cock.....and your 
panties. I can feel their silkiness. I like you in panties. Julia says I'm 
bisexual...I expect that's why. Come on, show me.'

Miles half stood up in the cab, and lowered his jeans. Melissa giggled, and 
caressed the cock through the white satin. 'Really, it is too public! But come to 
my room tonight, and we'll do it all again.' She ran her hand down his leg, 
inside the trousers, and felt the taught tops of his hold-up stockings. 'And you 
can wear my new black satin nightie, if you want.'.

Julia and John lay on the bed, smoking and drinking a nightcap.

'John, that was good.'

'Was it not? And we have months of glorious sex stretching out in front of us.'

'I love teenage bodies.'

'Me too. And we can give them a full education in all the little kinkinesses.'

'I'd love to get them in bed with their mother and father.'

'That's a thought. I wonder if Cornelius and Francine.......'

'I've got an idea, John. Listen........'

                                                ........................................

Dinner was finished and had been very animated as the wine flowed. Now, 
however, the two men were chatting over their brandies at one end of the table 
while Julia and Francine gossiped at the other.

'He's got a good dry wit, your Cornelius. I must admit I like an articulate man 
. Altogether very urbane and sohisticated. And very handsome, too. Not like 
my great bear of a man...I quite envy you, Francine.'

'Ah, Julia, but I envy you yours. Stripped, he must be magnificent. His arms 
are as broad as another man's thighs. What must he be like in bed?'

'A bull, Francine. A bull. But sensitive, too. But very hairy. Sometimes I 
wonder what it would be like with a smoother man....Can I be honest?'

'Of course, Julia.'

'Cornelius is the sort of man I fantasise about when I'm making love with 
John. I imagine what it would be like to have a suave diplomat as my own 
personal sex-slave. There! Now I've said it.'

'Francine giggled. 'And I'll tell you what....he'd just love that.' She took 
another swill of her Cointrea, and Julia topped her up. 'My turn to confess. I 
often tie him up and whip him. He loves to be humiliated and used as a sex 
object. You'd never guess to look at him, would you?'

'And I thought it was only John and I who did things like that. Though he's 
just as happy using me as being abused himself.'

The two girls looked at each other, looked down, embarrassed, and then again 
met each others' eyes. They smiled. Nothing had been said, but they 
understood each other. 'And why not?, said Francine, reading Julia's mind and 
the sly smile on her lips. Just as Julia had read her face.

'I'm game if you are. And John won't complain.'

'And Cornelius won't get a chance. Come with me....Boys, we're just going 
upstairs for a moment or two. Why not wait for us in the lounge. We won't be 
long.'

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I think I'll wear this black satin basque and no panties. What sort of undies 
have you got on, Julia. No, come on. Let's see.'

The two girls slipped off their dresses.

'Lovely, but that won't do for a dominatrix. ' Julia was wearing very sexy, but 
demure white lace bra, panties and suspenders. Your stockings and shoes are 
just right, though. Cornelius'll get a hard on just looking at them. I'm afraid all 
my basques will be too small for you, you've got such wonderful breasts, but 
perhaps this waspie....' She reached around Julia, holding the waspie. It met 
nicely. 'Just right. But no bra. Neither of us really needs one!'

Reaching behind Julia she unclasped her bra, freeing her friend's breasts. Julia 
was quietly amused. She had anticipated seducing Francine, and had agonised 
over her plans to achieve this. And here she was herself being seduced by the 
lovely blonde! Her breasts touching Francine's nipples, through Francine's 
bra, Julia offered to kiss and was accepted. They stood a long moment holding 
eachother, and kissing. Francine licked Julia's neck, and then down to her 
breast, to suck on a pert , brown nipple.

Laughing they broke apart. 'I'll have some more of that later, young lady.' 
Francine stripped to her stockings and stiletto heels while Julia removed her 
suspender belt and see-through white nylon panties.
                                                                                          
'Lovely! Kiss me again Francine.'  

'Laughing still,, 'Later. Mustn't keep the boys waiting. But I'm going to kiss 
you....all over....then.'

I'm sure John would rather be whipped by me in a basque. I'll squash my tits 
into one of yours!'

They dressed, Julia in a white  and Francine in the black satin basque. each 
helped the other with the suspenders, so awkward but so necessary for a proper 
bondage interlude. Inevitably there was some fondling of thighs and bottoms 
while they did this.

'Whips,' said Francine. 'I'm taking this one.' It was a short, whippy, blue 
nylon riding whip. 'And this.' Which was a longer, braided leather horse-whip. 
Julia chose a whip of loose black leather thongs, and a wicked thin cane. 'I'm 
so glad you're into this, too Julia.' 



                                                 ............................................

As they burst into the lounge the two men were seated, immaculate in their 
dinner jackets.

'Surprise, surprise!'

Francine took control. 'John and Julia, grab him! Strip him to the waist.'

Not knowing whether to protest or enjoy, Cornelius spluttered.

'And gag him! Here.' She threw over a leather strap which Julia fastened into 
place. Too late for objections now! Stripped to the waist he was handcuffed, 
the handcuffs attached to a chain, the chain to a pully in the ceiling, and an 
electric motor slowly hoisted him. 

'Now the rest...' Shoes, socks, trousers, pants followed, and the slave stood 
naked, straining, stretched between ceiling and floor. 'He'll go hard when we 
whip him. Strip  to the waist, John.'

'Hell I will, Julia....'
                                                                              
Between the two of them they grabbed the protesting Francine and she joined 
her husband in bondage. This was not exactly what she had foreseen!. A gag 
was needed. 'Now I'll strip off. Don't wait for me, Julia. Get whipping the 
wimp!'

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Outside the door, Miles and Melissa, brother and sister and for nearly a week 
nightly lovers, were waiting. They cuddled excitedly as  they listened to the 
strokes of Julia's whip, soon joined by the sharper sound of a paddle John was 
using on Francine's arse.

'Time!' whispered Melissa, relinquishing her light grasp of Miles' hard cock.

Miles pushed the door openand they stood there, posing for the adults within, 
aware of their stunning beauty. Holding hands, one leg each slightly advanced 
in the classic pose of the page three model, the sight of them stopped all action 
by the adults who were struck motionless. Both teenagers were dressed the 
same, and both very feminine. Clad in glossy black, seamed nylon stockings 
and shiny, red, very high heels, it was not possible to find one pair of legs 
more feminine than the other. And it was to their legs that the four lechers' 
eyes went first, smooth and shapely. The boy and the girl wore matching red 
and black satin waspies, and the black suspender straps contrasted beautifully 
with their sun-tanned thighs. Their panties were bikini, and of the flimsiest, 
almost transparant, black nylon. Neither of them intended their panties to offer 
any obstacle to the probing of penis, tongue or dildo. While Melissa's mostly 
covered her plump mound it was obvious from Miles' that the panties were in fact 
open-crotch. His slim, elegant cock stood proud from the slit in the front. Both 
bottoms were firm and desirable, though the feminine roundness of his sister's 
cheeks was not quite matched by the slimmer, more athletic shape of Miles'. 
Miles wore no bra or falsies for this episode, but his chest, bare of any hair, 
suntanned, with tiny, sharp nipples, would send any man or woman mad with 
lust to lick and suck them. And how much more so his sister, with her lovely, 
sun-tanned titties, still with something of the firmness of puppy-fat, but 
rounded and desirable, the nipples larger,but still pink with the colouring of a 
blonde, as they strained at the flimsy lace of her bra. Her hair hung straight and 
flowing to her shoulders. Miles was not wearing make-up, but had dressed his 
golden curls with a feminine skill.
                                                                                               
To say the two slaves were startled would be an understatement. They stood, 
silenced by their gags, but their eyes expressed a momentary horror. Whether 
this was at the brazen sexiness of their young daughter, or the perverted 
transvestite their son was revealed to be, or even their own situation, who 
knows? But Julia and John, who had of course arranged this charade, were 
chiefly excited by the prospect of a night of lust and pleasure, with the total 
humiliation of their two victims, and their assistance in the joys of incest. 
Once sampled, these would never be abandoned!

'Come here, sweetie.' Miles knew John meant him, and sashayed over, 
wriggling his hips, balanced on his stilettos. He sat on the bed beside John, 
while Melissa went over to Julia.

'Kiss me, Miranda,' murmured John. For a moment their cocks touched, and 
then they embraced. Francine watched as the hairy paws of her 
neighbour....who she had long fancied....caressed the thighs and then the 
nylon-covered bottom cheeks of her only son. The boy whispered something in 
his lover's ear, and she watched John's hand slip down inside the panties to 
grip the firm muscles of her son's bum.

Cornelius did not know whether to watch his son, so sexy with his bottom to 
him, long, long, slim legs. And so feminine. Or his daughter, half child, half 
whore. He thought about a girl he had bought in Antwerp, and groaned aloud. 
Now she was hugging the ripe-breasted Julia, after whom he had lusted, their 
breasts pressed against each other, and their hips grinding. Two lesbian lovers, 
guessed Cornelius. She's seduced my daughter! He felt his cock hardening to 
bursting point. He realised how much he had lusted after this teenager, and 
how fully he had suppressed it! Bound as he was, he could get no relief from 
his insistent cock.

'I've been whipping your mother, Miranda. Francine...slave..., did you know 
your son prefers to be called Miranda, and loves to please his boyfriends with 
his sexy clothes. You should see her in full make-up at the Trannies' club. All 
the men want her. Would you like to try to save her for woman-kind?' John 
felt between Francine's thighs, up under her panties, and where minutes earlier 
all was dry and uninviting, now it was slippery and wet under his probing 
fingers. 'Here, Miranda, feel this. There must be something about you she 
likes. Until you two came in she was dry...arid. Now.....well, you try it.'
                                                                             
Miles , too, reached between his mother's legs and sampled her moistness. He 
rubbed a finger up and down the opening slit, and then licked his finger 
appreciatively. Drops of sweat broke out on the captive woman's brow.

'Go on. Give her a bit. Slip her that hard cock while I beat her.'

John gave her a sharp swish with Julia's whip. His cock twitched with 
pleasure as her hips thrust forward in reaction to the stinging blow. Again he 
slapped her rounded bottom with the   black whip. Miles was hesitating, his 
cock demanding this plump and inviting woman, helpless before him, but the 
ancient taboo denying him.
                                                                                 
'Go on. She's longing for it. Look how swollen her cunt is. Just feel it.'

Miles came even closer, his full hand feeling into her now very wet slit. As the 
whip fell again on her arse she jerked forward and her belly pushed against her 
son's, only the fabric of the basque between his flesh and hers. This was too 
much for the lad and with a groan he arched his back, positioned his cock, and 
with a single thrust was in up too the hilt, the cunt seeming to pull him in in its 
eagerness. He stopped a second, looking her in the face. Her eyes were closed, 
either in shame or in passion, perhaps both. Remembering John's performance 
with Melissa and learning from it, he started a long, slow, shag, ensuring the 
last inch of each thrust led to a shuddering blow onto her clit. Eyes still closed, 
her head rolled and her hips thrust against his belly with each push. 

'Strip her John! Give him the pleasure of her body.'The basque, tightly laced 
at the front  was secured by a line of hooks at the back. These were tight, too, 
The basque straining on the full flesh. His knee in her back, taking some of the 
weight of Miles' fucking, John gradually managed to undo the clips till it fell 
away, retained only by the clasps on her stocking tops. He undid these, leaving 
the mother naked except for her stockings and shoes, in the arms of her son. 
The stockings must have been hold-ups, or else it was the fullness of her firm-
fleshed thighs.

John whipped her now, in time with with her movements, working from her 
shoulders down to her thighs, and back up again, forcing her even harder 
against her son. Suddenly she stopped moving, but her hips and belly spasmed.

Miles had to pause, feeling her spasms communicate to his cock, squeezing it 
and threatening to milk his spunk from him. He felt one of her breasts, brutally 
tweaking her nipple. She screamed as her coming was painfully increased.

'Don't come inside her, Miranda. At least not without a rubber! And in any 
case there's several other holes for you to fill this evening. Let's 
leave her and see how Julia's getting on.'                                                                                    
Francine was left hanging from her wrists, limp and almost fainting from the 
violence of her forbidden orgasm.

Temporarily satisfied with Francine's body the two men turned to watch Julia 
with Melissa and her father. It was getting interesting. While Julia 
intermittantly chastised his bottom with her nylon whip (it made a stinging 
sound, unlike the more solid slap of the black paddle against Francine's butt 
earlier....and instead of the rosy red glow applied to that lovely posterior, his 
arse was now a criss-cross of sharp red lines). Melissa was teasing him by 
rubbing her lovely body up and down his, teasing his nipples with the tips of 
hers, and rubbing her belly against his painfully erect penis.

The two men wandered over in time to hear Julia whisper. 'Melissa, darling, 
look how we've got the poor man. Look how hard he is. Why, one touch with 
the whip on his cock and he'd come.'Melissa drew back and ran her hand up 
and down the front of his swollen, veiny shaft. Julia came to the front and 
slashed the whip right across his cock, 'Wimp! You'll come when I tell you to. 
Not before! ' Sweat dripping from his brow, he frantically nodded his 
agreement.

'Now, Melissa, I've been watching your brother pleasure the other slave. Give 
this one a reward for all the pain he's suffered for us.'  

With less restraint than her brother had shown, indeed with no inhibitions at 
all, Melissa grasped his cock, rubbed it in her slit, and inserted it. The bound 
slave closed his eyes and concentrated on control, not daring to come, 
especially in his own daughter's unguarded cunt. Melissa had no such 
concerns and ground her body against his, shamelessly using him as a vehicle 
for her pleasure. Long nights with her brother had taught her to maximise her 
sexual pleasure, to use the cock to her greatest benefit, reaming out her still-
tight and muscled vagina, and to press against her throbbing nub.

Cornelius felt her orgasm with relief. He'd managed, against all the odds, to 
fulfill his Mistress' command.

'You did well, slave. I am pleased with you. And now your little reward. Do 
you see this lovely silk-clad bottom? Many men have lusted after this, though 
only a few have enjoyed it....though that includes my bull of a man. Now let's 
see if you can pleasure the boy-girl as he did.'
                                                                                            
Taking Miles by the hand she pushed his against the upward-straining cock. 
Parting his open-crotch panties and licking her fingers, she annointed the firm, 
hairless hole. Placing the cock against Miles' rim, she instructed him. 'Now 
press backwards, and feel your father's cock ream up into you.

A slight wince as the knob penetrated and then a long sigh escaped the boy's 
lips as the cock slid in, and further in, until Cornelius' belly rested firm against 
the flimsy panties. He started to shag, as far as his bondage allowed him.

'Melissa! We need to get Francine involved in this.'

Julia and the young girl went over to the suspended woman, recovered now 
from her passion of a few minutes before, and watching enthralled the 
sodomising of her effeminate son by her perverted husband. 'Slave! I shall 
ungag you. You must only speak if spoken too and then respectfully. 
Understood? ' The forlorn figure nodded and Julia removed her gag. 'Now the 
rest, Melissa.' A studded black leather collar with a chrome chain was fixed.

'On all fours, now. Ride her Melissa. Ride the whore!'

Melissa sat astride her rump, holding the chain. Her high heels spiked the 
naked rump, and made her crawl to where her husband was buggering.

'You may caress him, slave.'

Francine , kneeling now Melissa had got off her, ran her hands up her son's 
silk-stockinged legs, and grasped the hips for a moment, her eyes fixed on his 
hard cock, swaying with the impetus of the cock in his arse. Back down again 
her hands ran, and fondled ankles and red high heels

Julia continued. 'Look how fierce his erection is. He's his father's son, true 
enough. A cock in his arse and he stands! And look how Cornelius is enjoying 
that pantied bottom. Will he come, Francine? You know him well, I 
assume....'

'He will come, Mistress, but quicker with a dildo up him.'

'Or a cock? John, shag this wimp for me. His wife says he needs a fuck to 
come . I want him to fill Miranda's nice little bottom with hot spunk.'

In a moment John was behind the duo and, spitting on his hand, annointing his 
cock, brutally 
shoved it in, scarcely pausing before starting a vigorous fuck, his belly 
crashing into the
retreating bum, and raising the tempo of the parallel forward thrusts
                                                                                          
'And you suck the boy-girl's cock. Prepare to receive his jism. And be ready 
because as I well know, it is copious.' Francine , still kneeling, her hands 
gripping bucking hips, she accepted his prick in her mouth.

'You may come, slave. The moment is here. Pump! Pump!'

With a huge sigh, Cornelius allowed his orgasm release, and he pumped, 
slower now, gush after hot gush of come.

Miles felt the spurts and himself came, unwinding an orgasm all the greater for 
the control he had shown earlier. His kneeling mother accepted all, gagging a 
moment, but frantically swallowing. Most she swallowed, but so copious was 
the flood a small dribble escaped down her chin and fell stickily onto her 
breast.

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John had disengaged himself, without coming, and was cuddling Melissa, 
playing with her breasts mostly. She had watched the latest exploits solitary in 
an arm chair, gently stroking her own clit in anticipation of more fun. John, 
playing with a lovely breast, whispered in her ear. 

She replied louder, attracting the attention of Julia and Miles-Miranda. 'Oh 
yes! I'd love that. Yes, let's shave her. I'll get some stuff.'

Moments later she returned with a bathroom bag, a towel, and a jug of hot 
water. 

'Who are you going to shave?'

'Your mother, John. And it's you who is going to shave her. Lie down, 
Francine, and open your thighs.'

Francine lay on the bed and closed her eyes while Miles lathered her mound 
and cunt with hot shaving foam. She wriggled with pleasure as the shaving 
brush played over her clit and cunt-lips.'

'Now, you'd better keep still while I do this.'
                                                                                           
Francine found it difficult to obey this command, especially when her son had 
to stretch her cunt-lips to run the razor over them. Every two or three passes 
with the razor he swished it in the shaving mug to remove soap and pubic 
hairs, and to heat the razor. His mother was loving all this. In a few minutes, 
he'd removed most of the hair, and wiped her with a hot towel. He knelt down, 
and inspected closely, his eyes an inch or two from the slit. He was very aware 
how exciting she'd found this, as her cunt glistened anew, even where he'd 
just wiped it.

'There's still a few hairs here, right on the lips, and a bit of stubble here on the 
mound. Melissa, could you lather it up again, and I'll go over it again.'

This time, Melissa stretched the skin for him and he worked carefully and very 
close. Finally he was content, and again wiped the smooth skin. 'That's better. 
As smooth as her tits now. Lovely. Just a touch of oil to make it gleam. Yes, 
like that. And a dab or two of aftershave.' She screamed with the shock of the 
aftershave on her tender cunt. But it soon passed and left her completely 
inflamed...for sex...again. Miles laughed, and knelt to kiss the newly smooth 
flesh, and allowed his tongue to caress her clit. He was hard again..

They now split into two groups. One, on the sofa, consisted of Julia, who lay 
on her back while Francine licked her clit. Cornelius was up Francine...in her 
arse. After all, everything seemed to be allowed now!

'Jesus, That's good, Corny! You should do that more often

'Don't stop sucking, Franny. I'm on the point. That's lovely.'

You've got a lovely bum, Fran. And you're tight. God, look at those tits as she 
lays back. Squeeze them Yes, that's right. And squeeze on my cock. Shit, I'm 
going to come again!'

'I can feel your come pumping into me. You're full of it. Shows what a bit of 
bondage and an orgy can do. I've never known your come so hot and strong.'

'Don't stop, Franny. Oh bugger, I'll just do it myself.' Julia desperately 
wanked her clit, while Francine licked lower down. She writhed about as she 
came, just at the moment Cornelius withdrew from his wife.

The second group consisted of the two children.  Miles lay on his back, his 
legs in the air while his sister sucked at his cock. She enhanced the effect by 
the careful use of a dildo on his bottom hole. He was moaning his pleasure, 
and he came, but there was by now rather little come left in his balls for her to 
swallow.
                                                                       
And what was John doing while these high-jinks were going on around him. 
Well, he was laying back, watching and wanking his magnificent tool. This 
had been mostly his doing he felt, and his reward would be varied and exciting 
sex for the foreseeable future. For the moment , he was content to wank!

Seeing the two children nearing completion, he stood up, on the point of 
coming, and allowed his jism to splash over them.

Well , that was that for the evening. The party split up, though they all slept in 
the same house. Oddly, John and Julia fancied spending the night together. 
Perhaps they felt like sharing their pleasure. But it was Cornelius who slept 
with Melissa, and Miles who had the pleasure of his mother's newly shaven 
butt and cunt.

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