A good cigar, a boy and a girl: by © Hamilton Joyce Mm Mf

‘That was an excellent meal, Henry. Thank you very much.’

‘It’s a good restaurant. One of my favourites. Simple food but good.'

The two gentlemen stretched their legs under the table with the satisfied look of fat cats. The waiter came over.

'Was everything to your satisfaction, Sir Henry?'

'Thank you, Dominic. Put it on my account, please, and we'll have brandy and cigars on the terrace.'

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The lights of the city were reflected in the dark waters of the river which flowed silently past them. There was a sudden burst of laughter from the embankment opposite, and then silence again. The two men drew contentedly on their cigars. It was warm enough to sit outside with pleasure, and moths fluttered against the lighted restaurant windows.

'Nice spot, Henry.'

'Mmm. I miss not being able to finish my meal with a cigar at the table, but it's tolerable in summer.'

'Preferable, I'd say. A good meal in good company, brandy and a good cigar....'

'All to be followed by a pretty, young girl!'

'Or boy! Have I ever told you about my younger days in Africa? Most of the guys would run a mile from a posting out there, but I had the time of my life! Those little black boys, Henry, skins like silk and such bodies, slender, athletic. And long, thin cocks, so pretty, Henry.'

'Yes, I know your tastes, George. And you're drooling! I blame that bloody school we went to. By the time you were thirteen you had got an educated arse and mouth. And it is certainly true that inter-generational sex was not viewed in the same way back then. Most people thought it was just a harmless bit of fun. Remember old Carstairs the Chemistry teacher? Different now!'

'Oh, come off it, Henry, you still enjoy a nice bit of young cock when it's available. And you were one of those who did the educating, at least when Carstairs or old Harris wasn't educating you!.'

'One of the many you had back then, you old cock-hound! Let's find some then! Young pussy certainly, and young cock if we can. A quick toast to hairless pussies and hairless willies! Drain your glass and I'll call Jarvis: he'll be parked outside the Red Lion.'

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Henry’s chauffeur seemed to know the place, as all Henry had to say was, ‘Grafton Street, Jarvis. Park up as usual.’

Ten minutes later the Daimler slid quietly into a lay-by opposite a once imposing Victorian townhouse, though there was something rather patched and peeled about it now. They were out in the leafy suburbs and the car was in darkness, though the drive of the house was lit by a streetlamp.

'What is this place, Henry? Brothel?'

'Next best thing, George. Local council's Care Hostel. Be patient. Won't be long.'

He was right, and it was scarcely five minutes before a figure came down the drive. As she reached the edge of the pool of light the two dinner-jacketed gentlemen could see it was a young girl. She took a pack from her bag and as she lit the cigarette her face was momentarily very clear. She was blonde, petite, and in a grey dress made of some fabric that clung to her slender body she looked sexy enough, and there was something defiant about her despite being scarcely more than a child. You could see that she had been knocked around by life but was a survivor. A stream of smoke from her lips streaked the lamplight. 

'She'll do, George.' He flicked on the interior light, and the girl took in the peaked hat of a chauffeur and the two men dressed as only the truly wealthy do, especially in a chauffeur-driven Daimler. She crossed the road to them, her feet incongruous in clunky black shoes in contrast to the svelt dress and slender, bare legs. She tossed her pony-tail and leaned against the open window, expelling another stream of cigarette smoke in what she hoped was a sophisticated gesture. In fact it only added to the feeling of childish vulnerability that surrounded her.

'Looking for someone, gents?'

'I think we've found her, my dear.'

'Well it's ten for a suck and twenty for a fuck.' She realised she should have increased the tariff for these two. They were obviously rich, and she could smell the expensive cigars. 'Each! And twenty five for a half and half.'

'We're looking for a girl to come back to our appartment for the night.'

'That's a hundred.'

'A lot of money, my dear...'

'I'm worth it!'

'Yes, I think you are. But my friend here likes boys sometimes. Is there one you know? In there?' He waved to the care hostel gate.

'All of them do it! But my brother's the best. He's a year younger than me.'

'Fetch him then!'

'Another hundred.'

'If we like him, all right.'

'You will. But we gotta be back here by seven in the morning.'

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Henry turned the light off again.

'Don't want to attract attention. I used to go to the Ringroad. Always plenty of young tarts there, but this is better, and a hell of a lot less risky than kerb-crawling out on the edge of town. Also I wouldn't fancy picking up any of the rent boys there. Some of them look like angels, but can be right little hooligans. Theft, menaces, blackmail, muggings... they're into all of that, and the girls, however young, always have a pimp in the background somewhere, nasty bits of work. These hostel girls are safer, cleaner and only come down for big, good cars. She looks pretty, don't you think? Fifteen?'

'I should think so. Perhaps a bit less.'

'Ideal age. Nice, hard little tits with nipples that can poke your eyes out. I love those slender teenage legs, and the pretty little arses on them. Rounded, but still small.'

'And pussies without bushes of hair.'

'True!'

'Here they are again. He looks good!'

'Excellent. I hoped he would be blonde like his sister, and he is. If she's fifteen, he's fourteen: and that's the ideal age for a boy. I can't wait to get at him. Probably still nearly hairless.'

'You never grew up, George. Still looking for those hairless boys at the prep school, those lovely little cocks and cute little arses.'

George laughed. 'And for at least one year when we moved on. You had a lovely little cock, Henry, and a nice tight arsehole.'

Henry opened the door and got out, ushering the boy in first, then the girl, and then getting in himself. Despite the four of them across the bench seat it was cozy rather than tight. He slipped an arm round the girl's shoulder. The flesh under her thin dress felt cool to the touch.

'And what's your name, young lady?'

'Tracy. And he's Wayne.'

'I'm Sir Henry, and my friend is Sir George.'

'Pleased to meet yer. Nice car!'

'Yes. How old are you, Tracy?'

'Fourt ... eighteen.'

'That's good. I like girls who are fourt ...eighteen.'  He reached down and cupped a breast through the thin jersey cloth. No bra, and beautifully round and firm. You don't often get that in girls older than sixteen, he thought. They tend to get a crease beneath them as they get more mature, and lose that hardness under the silky skin. Nowhere near as sexy. 'And you've got nice tits, Tracy.'

'Everybody says so.'

'I suppose that makes you thirt ...seventeen, Wayne?' Henry had a hand resting confidently on the boy's naked knee.

'Yes Sir George.'

'That's the ideal age in a boy, thirt ...seventeen. Have you got the pills, Henry?'

'Lord yes. I nearly forgot. Here, one each for us boys. Swallow that, Wayne. It'll put lead in your pencil.'

Tracy pouted. 'What about me?'

'Not sure they work with girls. But worth a try I suppose. Here you are.' 

Beside them, George was already kissing his little boy, and Henry could see that be-ringed hand resting on the lad's crotch. But Henry was not much into groping in the back seat of cars, and sat in silence for the quarter of an hour or so before Jarvis turned the car into the apartment's underground storage. The heavy garage door shut silently behind them and they went to the lift.

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Somebody had taught the two children at least some civilised behaviour, Henry thought, as they slipped their shoes off in the lobby. He noticed how white and small her feet looked, and felt a twitch of life in his cock. That was not viagara, he thought, too soon. No, it was the girl herself in her body-clinging dress. And in proper light for the first time he saw she really was a stunner, with ash-blonde hair, a peaches and cream complexion, and the sweetest little-girl innocent face. Even without lipstick her lips were full and red promising a sensual nature. He ushered them all into his large, comfortable reception room, lit by chandeliers from the tall ceilings.

'First things first, and I know you're about to ask me.' In a leather folder on a side table was a small bundle of notes. He counted off five. 'There's a hundred for you, my dear.' He counted another five and put the remainder back in their folder. 'And a hundred for you, my boy.'

'I'll look after those for him.' She held her hand out to Henry.

'Aw, Tracy. They're mine.'

'You'll only lose them. I'll look after them for you.' She turned to Sir Henry again. 'They're all thieves at the hostel, us and the staff both. If he kept them they'd be gone before breakfast tomorrow. You wouldn't guess where I'll hide 'em.' She laughed and stiuffed the bills into a pocket on her dress.

'I think I can guess, my dear. But don't put them up there until we've done with it!' He laughed too. She reached behind her back.

'Let me,' Henry unclasped the catch at the back of her dress and she allowed it to fall to her ankles. She was naked beneath except for plain white cotton knickers, pulled up tight so her plump little cunt lips showed in full relief, rounded and full, with a darker fold of cloth betwen them, clinging to her cunt. Sir Henry took her in, long slender legs, a still-juvenile bottom, rounded, yes, but with hips not yet those of a grown woman, tiny waist, and pretty, rounded, jutting breasts, rosy-pink nipples. Above all, she knew she was beautiful and stood there naked and completely unembarrassed under his admiring gaze, indeed she turned around to give him first the benefit of her shapely tits in profile, and then the view of her bottom, which was such that on many girls it would have been their finest feature, slender-hipped, but beginning to jut out as if eager to be penetrated. But it was her breasts which were the finest feature, conical and standing completely clear of her torsoe, pink nipples pointing upwards and outwards as if pulled by invisible threads towards the ceiling. She was lovely and she knew it!

George had guided Wayne to one of the several large couches and was sitting on it, both fully dressed, still kissing him. It was noticeable, however, that he had one hand up the leg of the boy's shorts, and was making first acquaintance with a tiny cock. He seemed to be alternately gripping it and then rubbing it, and in fact had hold of it through cotton underpants. Like all experienced libertines he knew it was best to move gradually from pleasure to pleasure, extracting the maximum sensual and psychological enjoyment from each stage of the process of seduction (if indeed that is the right word for a mercenary transaction between a man past middle age and a boy scarcely more than a child). He was reserving the added excitement of naked boy-cock for a few moments later. 

Henry took Tracy in his arms and kissed her. She was accomplished and her tongue soon entered his mouth. There is something very exciting for a girl when she is naked in the arms of a fully-clothed man, a symbolic submission to him that many find very sexy, and for the first time this evening she was finding the prospect of sex with this stranger desirable. As he kissed her, his tongue forcing into her mouth, his lips open wide around hers, he was stroking her arse, and a probing finger found a damp patch in the crotch of her knickers. His heart leapt as he realised this would not be one of those unwilling, sometimes even tearful teenage girls: no, this little beauty was really up for it, and her hot little box betrayed her arousal. His cock was hard, and she was deliberately writhing against it as they embraced and he stroked her arse. The damp in her crotch was truly wet now, and spreading down her crease to where his hand rested half on flesh and half on thin cotton. He guessed he, himself, would be leaking precum now, and it was time to get out of his own clothes, a more complicated process than stripping her had been.

He stood up in front of the couch and took a step backward. He was careful with his jacket, waistcoat and trousers, hanging them tidily over the back of a chair. He kicked his shoes off without untying the laces, and his socks joined them under the chair. Tracy almost giggled: the sight of a male in his shirt tails and with naked legs had always seemed funny to her. Memories of Laurel & Hardy films, the two in some seedy hotel bedroom like aged queers, or some bizarre married couple. She  nearly giggled aloud, which would certainly not have pleased her client, but she controlled herself and found it not at all funny when he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor. Not funny, no: sexy even. For a guy probably in his fifties she thought he looked good. He was probably the oldest guy she had gone with so far, in a very short whoring career, but he was among the fittest by the look of him. It was a bit amusing the way he was pulling his stomach muscles in: men were so vain! But he had a good, flat belly and broad shoulders. His deep chest was covered with thick, black hair and she could scarcely see his nipples through it. As he walked back to the settee her eyes were drawn to the bulge in his blue-striped boxer shorts. He was going to be quite big enough for her! She was suddenly aware of her clitoris, and even of her cunt lips, knowing her clit was hardening, the lips swelling, and the juices running. She wanted to rub herself there, but obviously could not yet. 

Across the room, Sir George had stripped Wayne down to tight, white y-front underpants, and was standing in front of him, still removing socks and shirt. He was fit, but not as stocky and muscular as his friend. Taller and leaner, he had a look about him of bone and muscle, and was altogether less hairy. His tan could not have been gained anywhere but expensively in the tropics. He, too, favoured y-front underpants, and a promising bulge swelled in the white cotton. He was enjoying looking at his boy, at the sun-tanned, slender body, and was wondering whether the tan was all-over, or if there would be tantalising tan-lines from summer speedos. He could just make out the outline of a small, half-hard cock, and wondered, too, whether the boy was "cut" or "uncut", and whether he yet had pubic hair. His chest was completely hairless, even around his brown, tiny nipples, and when he had raised his arms to remove his shirt there had been no hair in his armpit.  Sir George stood over him, literally licking his lips in anticipation of the pleasures to come. The boy flashed him a lovely smile, showing regular and very white teeth: his eyes were brilliant blue, and he really was devastatingly sexy. Like his sister, he knew it! And there was nothing timid or fearful about the boy: he was confident in his sexuality, and assuming he knew he was about to be buggered, that presented no difficulties for him. In fact, there was something in his eyes that spoke of eager anticipation. That hundred pounds was probably well spent! But Sir George was never one to rush his pleasures, and he sat again beside the boy, arm round his bare shoulder, The boy snuggled closer to him and rested a small hand on the thigh of his seducer. The kiss was brief, and Sir George moved his lips first to an erect little brown nipple, then to the boy's navel, licking round it and producing a happy giggle from Wayne, as the boy moved his hand from thigh to crotch, resting it lightly on Sir George's twitching erection beneath the cotton. Down now from the navel, to close his lips round Wayne's shaft, hard now, and defined through the thin white cotton. The boy sighed, and stretched his legs slightly, lifting his hips a tiny few centimetres to meet Sir George's mouth.

Sir Henry had an arm round his little girl, and was fondling one perfect breast, feeling how firm it was, and rolling an erect nipple between finger and thumb. He licked inside her ear, tasting the bitterness, and whispered, 'How deep is your throat, Tracy?'

She giggled, childish. 'And how long is your tongue, Sir Henry.'

'This is going to be a lovely evening, my dear. I know it.' He gently moved her so she was laying on the couch, and lay beside her, his face by her belly. He crushed his lips into her cotton panties, above the place which had become damp. She moved and opened her legs, and with this invitation he buried his face in the crotch of her panties, there where it was already wet with her excitement. The scent was of a clean, sexy, excited, teenage pussy, and he rubbed his nose and lips against her labia beneath the wet cotton. 

'Oh,yes! That's nice. Your cheek feels lovely and rough against my thigh. Sort of manly.'

He felt her little, white hand on his own crotch, stroking and gripping his shaft through the cloth. He gripped one cuntlip and the cotton covering between his own lips, making sure his teeth were guarded, and pulled it apart and outward. She rewarded him with a whispered, 'Yes. Oh yes!' He nuzzled into her slit, still covered by the now soaking wet panties and his lips found her clit, standing erect. He could just about grip this with his lips and pull on it, but the cotton slipped off it. Time to move forward! He slipped a finger under the elastic leg of her knickers and into her slit. It was warm and very slippery. He pressed on her clit, rubbed it gently, and traced a figure-of-eight in the flesh around it. More whispered words, and an insistant 'Suck me there, please. I'll come in no time I promise, but please....'

Out of the corner of her eye Tracy could see her little brother was about to get what he loved most and she was glad for him, but the feeling of lips on her clit was so overpowering he slipped from her sight.

The boy was standing now in front of Sir George who was sitting on the couch and leaning forward. The man had hands around the boy, holding him with a palm on each buttock, feeling him through the white cotton, handling and kneading his buttocks. He was murmuring part to himself, part to his boy. 'So firm, so smooth. Lovely.' His face was pressed against the boy's crotch and he was aware of the subtle scent of the boy, though the lad had certainly bathed and the white y-fronts smelled soft and newly-laundered. Wayne felt the man's lips close on his cock, through the cotton. He had never felt himself so hard, straining to be free of the cloth of his underpants, and half-guessed that would be the effect of the pill he had been given. He did not need a pill to enjoy the nibbling and gentle biting of his cock: this was what he loved above all else. Why did the guy not pull the pants down and suck properly? But Sir George took his time with his pleasures, and the boy felt one hand slip inside the leg of his underpants to cup and caress a naked arse cheek. The other hand under the fabric now, and as his buttocks were pulled apart a finger crept towards his anus. As it tapped and felt his most secret place the boy knew that he would eventually finish up being buggered by this guy. He looked down at the man and could see the shape of the guy's cock, still hidden by white underpants, was not so big as to be alarming. Probably not so big as the Director Sean Hathers or his brother Jeremy who fucked him most nights. Big enough though.

The little cock felt good through white cotton, but the time had come. Sir George slipped a thumb into the waistband each side and slowly drew the y-fronts down. The cock sprang free, four inches of sheer delight. As the pants fell to the carpet he held it between thumb and forefinger, slender, straight, its head still covered with a full foreskin, the knob just peeping out. The boy was almost hairless, but looking closely you could see the beginnings of a fine fluff, the same ash blonde as his head, starting at the base of the little cock, and even finer on his balls. The boy kicked his feet free from the pants, and Sir George licked the ball-sack with the tip of his tongue, amused to see the skin tighten still further and wrinkle as he did so.

'Is that nice?'

'Oh yes!'

'And this?' He closed his lips round the fore-skin covered knob, and licked round the front of the shaft, where it is the most sensitive.

'Mmmmmmm.' The boy grasped Sir George's head, hands in the fine, greying hair, and pushed it down so lips and tongue slid down the shaft till it was fully engulfed in a warm, wet mouth. 'Oh, yes! that's good.' The head was bobbing back and forth now, but the boy held it steady and was fucking in and out, those hands still caressing his buttocks, tapping on his anus in time with the mouth-fucking. Sir George wondered if the boy could produce spunk yet: he hoped so. A full mouth of silky, warm cum would set him up for the evening! He considered stopping a second and asking the lad whether he was producing cum yet, but it was so good to suck that little cock he decided to leave it as a surprise for himself. Releasing  a buttock cheek for a second he halted the little cock in its fucking.  He looked at it closely and managed to get his tongue, or rather the tip of it, down between foreskin and knob. The boy groaned, and tried to force his cock again into the waiting mouth. But Sir George grasped it in his free hand and slid the foreskin clear of the knob. Now it was back in his mouth, and the boy was fucking the faster for that pause. It would not be long now. Finger again in the arse crease, but moistened with saliva this time, and he slipped the tip of it into the boy. 

'I'm coming!' The boy tried, perhaps, to withdraw from Sir George's mouth, but the guy was having none of that and slid his finger further up to touch the mysterious prostate. The boy gasped and in that moment Sir George's unspoken question was answered as his mouth was filled with warm, tasteless, but so-silky cum. Just one spurt from this teen, but delightful all the same. The fucking stopped, but he could feel the little shaft twitching as the last oozing spasms ran through it.

Wayne was back in this world again, surprised that his cock had stayed hard: must be that pill, he thought. Correctly. He looked down at Sir Henry, lips still round cock, holding the boy close to his face. He could see Sir George's cock hard, making a tent in underpants that were like his own but about five sizes larger!

Sir Henry and Tracy had both watched Sir George suck her brother off and swallow his cum, but continued to kiss and caress each other while looking out of the corner of their eyes. Now there was ma pause for a moment across the room it was time to concentrate on their own amusement.Sir Henry felt her slippery, hot cuntlips and knew it was time for him to look. He had teased himself enough. Here was a fifteen year old cunt, and it felt so smooth and soft, and above all so-excited. Time to see! He slid the moist panties down and saw hairless, plump cuntlips, slightly open, and an erect little pearl of a clitoris peeping coyly out. He drew them down her thighs, and she kicked them away. she had no pubic hair at all. He felt his cock twitch at this pleasant surprise.

'Shaven?'

'Waxed. It was ginger and I hate ginger pubic hair,' She laughed. 'Wayne's going to be blonde down there. I'm jealous.'

He was stroking her lips, allowing one finger to slide down her slit as he did so. 'My dear, I'm delighted you are hairless. It is so pretty.'

'Suck me there, please. I've got to ...' Kneeling in front of her, between her wide-spread legs, he had his hands on her thighs, on the inside where her white skin was the softest and silkiest, but one thumb on each of her cunt lips. Slowly he pulled the lips apart and was as ever fascinated by the contrast of the white of the lips and the shocking pink of the inner lips. Her clitoris had a little pearl of dew on it, and he knelt further forward to lick the moisture with a pointed tongue. She sighed, and lifted her legs to rest them on his broad shoulders, and he felt them gripping his face, smooth against rough cheeks, as he opened his mouth and covered the whole of her cunt with it. 

'Suck me. Puleeze. I'm nearly there already.'

His tongue made a figure of eight around her clit and the rim of her vagina, and her wriggling beneath him showed this was what she wanted. The juices were really flowing now, and his tongue traced that pattern over and over, gradually slipping more and more into her vagina at the bottom of each journey. partly because she felt so firm and silky and partly to control her bucking movements he had one open palm on her belly and the other reaching up to hold and caress one breast. Her clitoris was as hard as a little nail-head now and he nibbled at it with lips guarding his teeth. How he enjoyed a young gir's cunt, so smooth and tight: he was sure those strong teenage vaginal muscles would milk him when she fucked. Not like his wife's slack cunt, which was why he saved all his energy for the young ones nowadays. Hadn't fucked his wife in several years in fact. He could feel this sweetie's first orgasm rising, and deliberately pulled at and tweaked her nipple between finger and thumb. As she came her language was surprising for a fifteen year old girl!

They lay there, he with his face resting on her belly, where she had shaved, and she ruffling his hair lovingly with one hand, the other resting on a muscled shoulder thinking it was good to be paid for having pleasure. Lazily she watched Sir George enjoying her little brother.

He, too, was kneeling on the thick-piled carpet, the boy kneeling in front of him with his face buried in the cushions of their sofa. The grey-haired man had opened the boy's butt cheeks to expose his tight little anus, pink and puckered like some tiny flower, nestling between slender white cheeks. A hand on each buttock, he forced his face between those cheeks, his tongue pointed, until he could place a kiss on the holy place. The boy wriggled as he had his anus rimmed by a skilled and vigourous tongue, licking round and round and slipping in and out.

'That's lovely!'

'Mmmm!' He was unwilling to stop rimming in order to talk! The anus seemed to be relaxed, and was allowing his tongue deep inside. There was lube on the side-table: Henry provided everything! He squirted a few dollops into the boy's crease and his finger was soon up inside the way his tongue had prepared. As he finger fucked the lad he made sure his finger pressed on the magic spot of the boy's half-developed prostate. That was the secret of an enjoyable fuck: get the boy really wanting it before penetration.

'Ah you going to fuck me, sir?' He seemed eager!

'If you want me too.' In fact he was going to fuck the boy whether he wanted it or not, but it was easier and more amusing to fuck a willing boy than a tearful and struggling youngster! 'I'm not too big?'

'You're bigger than the boys in the hostel, and bigger than the two guys who fuck me in there, but not much. It'll be ok.'

'Here we go then!' He placed his cock over the boy's anus and made sure the eye of his knob was exactly right, just a tiny bit into the boy, but not past the muscles there. Then, a hand on each of the boys hips, he bore down and felt his knob slip in past the anus, his shaft gripped tight by a sudden contraction. The boy had flinched, feeling the inevitable moment of discomfort, but had not cried out. In any case his face was buried in the satin pillow and any noise would be muffled.

Sir Henry saw Tracy's eyes widen and shine with excitement. She smiled, and he could see she found watching her brother being buggered was stimulating for her. It was for him, too, and his cock was demanding relief. He did not dare touch it!

'Shall I suck you off now, sir? While we watch them.'  

'Later, Tracy. What I want now is for you to sit over me and fuck me.'

'Oh, Yes! I'd like that. The guys at the hostel just want me to kneel down as if I was a little boy. It'll be good to fuck on top for a change. You sit here.' She plumped a cushion beside her. 'That's right, with your legs together. My what a lovely, big hard cock. This will stretch me, fill me nicely.' She giggled, and despite her sluttish words you could suddenly see the young child in her: this was all a game for her!

He lay back propped on pillows as she got astride him and grasped his cock, holding it vertical beneath her. He felt her rub it along her open crease and when it was nicely wet she placed the knob in her vagina. As she sank down on him he could feel those smooth, powerfully muscled vagina walls grip his shaft, warm, wet and tight, sinking until her thighs were pressing on his, and her full weight was on his pelvis. He reached up and held one perfect breast in each hand.

'Now fuck me, Tracy! Do me hard!'

Across the room The boy had been nicely loosened up and was being fucked hard, hairy thighs crashing into his slender white buttocks. He seemed to be taking the pounding with no difficulty, indeed his little hand was jerking hard under him and it was clear he was enjoying it. As was his seducer, whose slaps on those lovely buttocks were playful and stimulating rather than hard enough to cause pain. He was really too young to try any serious spanking out on him! Sir George reached under the boy and found that busy little fist flying up and down the shaft. What it was to be young, and the little blue pill was probably working its magic too! Minutes since Wayne had come in his mouth, and here the boy was on the brink of coming again. He grasped the boy's scrotum, and used that to guide him as he fucked. Again he was feeling that special excitement of a tight teenage arse, gripping his cock with surprising strength as it slipped easily in and out, stopping each time the rim of his knob met that tight little anus. The boy was silent, except for panting breath and the occasional moan of pleasure as knob struck prostate, but Sir George was confident the boy was enjoying this. He must have gained considerable experience at the hostel, and the old man remembered how he at prep school, aged only twelve, had already learned to take pleasure from a good, hard cock up the bottom. "Being bummed" they had called it back then, and lots of boys indulged it! Thoughts of school days and pretty teenaged angels, and he could now feel his own orgasm winding up inside his own arse, down to his balls, and finally into his cock where the tension was released with the first great gush of cum into the boy's tight arse. He reckoned there were four true spurts deep inside the boy before the orgasm started to subside, with slower more measured thrusts and spasms in the boy's arse milking the last oozings of cum from him.

He was still hard when he withdrew and wiped the two of them on a towel. No blood! Still hard! Wonderful stuff viagra! And so was the boy, who had not yet cum for his second time. Across the room Tracy was bouncing up and down happily on his friend's cock.

Sitting beside the boy he put an arm round his shoulder, and gave it a squeeze, by way of saying thank you without using the words. 'Look at your sister go! She certainly enjoys her sex.' Sir george was astounded to see the boy blush. His anus was probably still dilated from being buggered, spunk was probably still dribbling from it and staining Henry's satin brocade furnishings, his little-boy cock was still standing, and yet he could blush for his sister. Sir George felt a mixture of amusement and tenderness, but also a certain mischief as an idea came to him. 'Let's get a closer look!'

The boy seemed reluctant, but was led by a strong grip on his wrist across the room where Tracy's bouncing up and down was accompanied by a slurping noise from cunt and cock, the muttered sounds of pleasure from the lucky male, and pants and tiny squeals from the girl who seemed to be lost to all else than the delight of a well-filled cunt. Sir George pointed to the girls cunt as she rose up, the skin of her lips pulled by a glistening cock, cunt juice running down the inside of her thighs, and making his balls shining and wet. The boy averted his eyes. Sir George laughed and placed his free hand on that perfect little arse, just in time for it to be trapped for a moment between the smooth white skin and Sir Henry's hairy thigh, before she rose again and freed it to help her in the lift. She turned and smiled at him, thanking him for his help. 

Wayne was pulling at Sir George's hand, trying to get free. But the older man laughed, and placed the boy's hand on his sister's naked bottom, under it, close to her cunt, where the juices streamed. The boy withdrew his hand as if it had been bitten, and free now of Sir George's grasp went across the room and sat on the sofa, his head hidden in a cushion. Sir George guessed (wrongly) he had never seen his sister fucking before, and was profoundly disturbed at the relish and abandon she was showing. It was destroying his image of her as a sort of mother-surrogate. Worse was to come though!

Meanwhile Sir George enjoyed the girl's body as she shagged her male. Normally favouring boys, this young girl was so slender, so firm, her skin so silky, that he just had to caress her. He continued to lift her with the palm of his hand, but the other wandered all over her body, stroking and caressing, sometimes replacing his friend's palm on her hard little breasts. 

By the sound of it Sir Henry was about to come, and Sir George slipped a hand under the two of them and cradled his balls for a second before sliding in further through the dripping cunt juice till he found his friend's anus. He slid a finger in, probing for the prostate, and at that moment his friend came. The girl must have felt the first gush of cum and that triggered her orgasm. she bounced harder, and faster, and her cunt milked the cum from him with strong, teenage muscles, before finally collapsing on top of him. 

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It was a few minutes before the two had recovered and cleaned themselves up, and Wayne come out of his shell. But they sat and drank, brandies the two men, and cokes the two children. Henry was sitting beside Wayne now, and George beside Tracy.

'Be nice to have a photograph of you, Tracy.'

'Oh no, sir, not like this. Not naked.'

'Well, dressed then. But in something sexy.'

'Ok. But not naked!'

Sir George disappeared to the next room, but was back seconds late, a bunch of flimsy black nylon in one hand, and silver high-heeled slippers in the other.

'Here, Tracy. Try these.'

'Oooh! The shoes are lovely.' But it was the bra she fitted first, see-through nylon and with just a tracery of black threads making two flower designs. Her nipples could be seen clearly, and her tits stood proudly without support in any case. She was having some difficulty with the strap behind her back, and her wriggling and writhing as she tried to fix it showed off her slender body to perfect effect. Both men were hard again now! 

Henry whispered in the ear of the boy beside him, 'Help your sister fasten her bra.'

He whispered back,'Oh, I couldn't, sir. She's my sister!' and in any case Tracy had managed it by now, and slid herself into a black satin suspender belt, and was pulling sheer, black, seamed stockings over her long slender legs. They reached nearly to her pouting lips, still aroused from being sucked and then fucking, and only an inch or so of white, tender flesh was left bare. She fixed the clasps without difficulty and slipped on the open-crotch panties, black satin again.

'Might as well be naked in these. There's no crotch in them.'

'So practical, my dear, and so pretty to frame your lovely smooth pussy!'

The shoes did wonders for her legs, as high heels always do. She knew she looked good, and had taken in the hard-ons sported by the two men... and also by her little brother. she found herself wondering what it would be like to have that little cock up her, but banished the unseemly thought. She pirouetted, showing herself off.

'You look lovely. I'll shoot a film now.'

Before the days of digital, he had about thirty pictures to take, and if sometimes he handled her young body to get the pose completely right, well, that's the photographer's privilege everywhere, even amateurs.

'You know Wayne, you look just like your sister. Before she had tits she must have looked just like you.'

Charmingly, the boy blushed, tongue-tied. He knew, deep inside, that he was really too pretty, and it did not match his ideal macho image. It was to get worse.

'George, we should dress this boy like his sister. He'll look ravishing.'

'Oh no, sir. I couldn't.'

But his sister laughed. 'Go on, Wayne. It'll be fun, and if the gentlemen want you too, well, they've certainly paid for it. And I think you'd look good too.'

It was with a handful of white nylon and gold shoes that George emerged this time. And Henry helped dress the still-protesting boy. The lingerie was the same as Tracy's, but virginal white, and instead of a bra a white, tight see-thru nylon singlet. As Henry dressed the boy, drawing sheer nylon up slim, smooth legs, fastening clasps, sliding satin panties up and settling them tight over the boy's bottom, he found that he wanted the boy. And decided he would have him, but have a bit of amusement with him first. With his curly hair he looked stunning, and only his flat chest, nipples erect and pink through the thin nylon gauze of his vest, distinguishing him from his sister...and when Tracy lip-sticked his lips only the little boy-cock sticking out through the open-crotch panties betrayed his true sex. Tracy may have had shoulder length blonde hair, but his cut in a bob shone just as bright and was just as feminine.

Henry whispered in the boy's ear again,'You know, Wayne, you looks so tasty like that I think I could fuck you like a girl. I usually only have girls nowadays, but you look so good.' He kissed him and held the stiff but tiny cock. 'And now a kiss down here!' He pushed the boy onto the sofa, sat beside him again, and was leaning over the boy's cock. It slipped easily through his lips, so much smaller and more manageable than the few other cocks he had sucked in recent times. It tasted of precum, and perhaps still of the traces of cum left from when the boy had been sucked to completion to start his evening. Henry could feel him relax as the familiar feel of a warm mouth and fluttering tongue on his cock replaced the unfamiliar and rather alarmingly exciting feel of nylon on his legs and arse. He was back in a world he understood and was used to, being sucked off by an old guy. He watched his sister taking up poses, all provocative but none overtly sexual or dangerously illegal, and Sir George moved round her giving instructions and finishing the film.  

George had put the camera down and was kneeling beside Tracy feeling her arse, which obviously interested him more than her tits. She was aware of this and guessed his tastes, having seen the energy with which he had buggered her small brother. 'I can take it there, too, sir.'

'Excellent. Sure I'm not too big?'

'You're big, sir, but it's mostly in my bum that the hostel managers fuck me. I think they really prefer boys, but have me just because I'm there and available. Or perhaps they don't want me pregnant.'

'And you have the sweetest arse.' His finger was in her arse crack now between the satin clad cheeks, and it even slipped into her anus. 'And a lovely tight little hole. Yes, I think I will. Now lay down on the carpet, and I'll take a few like that.'

But his friend had led Wayne over to them. He knelt with them, and had the boy join them. He whispered in Wayne's ear, but probably the other two could hear most of it.

'Doesn't she have lovely tits, your sister? You were watching them before she put on that sexy bra, but with the see-thru nylon you've scarcely taken your eyes of them. I've been watching you. And this was not caused by me: your sister's lovely body did this.' He held the boy's hard cock for a second, his fist closing easily round the little-boy girth. 'You want to touch them, I know. You want to feel their shape, don't you?'

'Oh, no, sir.' This was a faint whisper.

'You do boy!' He took the boy's hand and placed it on a breast as she lay on the carpet. The boy flinched back as if the warm flesh had burned him, but he did not take his hand away. In fact he squeezed gently, and then fingered her nipple. Tracy looked at him with surprise, and then as their eyes met, with tenderness. Henry noticed the boy's cock which had been at a fine forty-five degrees, was now magnificently vertical, actually touching his belly. He was incredibly aroused, touching his sister. Henry was tempted to suck him off then and there he was so appetising, but knew that would spoil a show that would make this evening truly memorable for the two old friends.

'And here, where Sir George is tickling her up. Here, look how white and plump her lips are, and how lovely and juicy she is. Just feel there.'

The boy needed no hand to force or guide him to his sister's sex. He reached down and slid a finger between the slippery lips. Sir George let him have it to himself, enjoying this strange seduction-by-proxy, and the added excitement of promised incest. Tracy felt her brother's fingers exploring her, and opened her legs further for him as his index finger penetrated her. His other hand was on a breast too, squeezing, stroking, caressing.

Whispering in the boy's ear, 'Have you ever had a girl, Wayne? Have you ever had that lovely cock in a girl's pussy?'

The whisper was faint, 'No, sir, never.'

'What better time then? And we know you have lusted after her, watched her fuck and suck, and wanted her lovely body, been jealous of the men who have enjoyed her. And here she is for you, laying open and willing.' He slid his hand up and down the boy's slender little cock. 'And, My Word, you are ready for her. A lovely hard cock for her. Now. Get on top!'

The two old reprobates watched as the boy-dressed-girl lay on top of the girl-dressed-tart, white over black, but both delicious young blondes. Brother on sister. Virgin on whore. The look in the girl's eyes was sheer sex: the boy had a glazed look as if he did not really believe what was going on. Tracy was taking control, and George got the feeling that all she wanted was cock, any cock, even her little brother's cock, as she reached between the two slight bodies groping for his cock. She found it, grasped it and in a moment the little boy felt that never-to-be-forgotten warmth, wetness, and tightness of his first cunt. He had seen fucking often enough to know what to do, and was moving up and down on her like an experienced fucker. The two men knelt beside them, one fondling the boy's satin clad bum and nylon stockinged legs, the other seeking out the girl's tits, but also stroking the boy's shoulders and arms where they were bare. 

For the boy it was almost as startling when his sister placed her lips on his and invited a long, wet kiss, her tongue probing his mouth, grinding their lips together in her passion. He could feel hands stroking his arse, opening the crease, and fingering his anus though the open-crotch knickers. Another hand was up under the tight nylon blouse and stroking his back. Her hands were round his neck, and he felt her cross her ankles over his back. And still he fucked on: he felt supreme now, fucking his first girl. It was his sister but the old geezer had been right: he had wanted his sister for weeks, since the first time he had seen her naked, fucked by the ambulance driver in the back of the ambulance that had brought them to the hostel. He was glad the old guy had drained him once by sucking him off, as he just knew he would have cum too quickly otherwise, and he thought he must beg a few of those pills to take away!

Someone was slapping his bum now, an open palm each time he rose before thrusting down into her again. He could feel her vagina sometimes gripping his prick tight, sometimes more relaxed and letting it slide easily.Her mouth was still on his, but he sensed she was about to come, and felt pride in that. He was capable of giving her that greatest pleasure, even with his own tiny cock: he had often seen her come, shagged by the big cocks of the attendants and their hanger-on friends at the hostel, and knew the signs. Yes, she was coming, and her heels were beating on his back, her finger nails clawing his shoulders painfully, her tongue deep in his mouth. She was coming. A big one. Jesus! And so was he! It wound up inside him and then the blessed release as he pumped his sperm into his sister's vagina.He continued slower for a few thrusts, and then stopped, feeling her cunt contract on his cock, release, and contract again. They lay together, both slint, panting with the exertion.

Sir Henry interrupted their reverie. 'Our turn now. That was a lovely show, and we're both rarin' to go. We'll have you both kneeling. Up, now!' They were hauled to their feet, cum dripping down the girl's legs, his cock shiny with hers and his juices. They knelt close side-by side in front of the satin-upholstered sofa.

'Well Henry, what a sight for sore eyes, eh? Two pretty bottoms ready and waiting. I take it it's time for some bumming, as we used to say at prep school.'

'Absolutely, George. And if that's ok with you I'm going to have some boy-bottom for a change.'

'It's those pretty panties, and slender legs in seamed stockings, Henry. Makes him look very feminine for you.'

'You may be right, George, but he was pretty enough even naked to give me the horn!'

Let's have at them a bit, and change over half way. She's slender enough for me to pretend she's a boy, but I'd rather finish off up him again.'

'You're on. I've had her cunt and it would be good to have her arse before I'm done.'

Tracy had heard their converstion, and in a way was glad she was going to be buggered this time, as after three big, big orgasms she was not sure she was really ready for another. She quite liked the feel of a cock in her arse, but not so much as to make her come. so it was going to be Sir George this time, and he was going to pretend she was a boy! Well, that was hardly flattering, but it was his business, after all!

Sir George, kneeling, looked down at the young girl in front of him. He decided there was still something boyish about her undeveloped hips, and he had shagged young boys who had just that rounded arse. Many boys had exactly those contours until well into puberty, when they started to develop the sharper, more slender masculine shape. He slipped a hand into the slot of her knickers and felt the smoothness of her skin on her buttocks, silky as any boy's. Yes, he decided he would enjoy fucking this teenage girl, and it would make a pleasant change from his usual diet! He parted her arse cheeks, and she was still wet and glistening from her earlier shagging by his friend Henry. Her anus was pretty, and puckered, and very inviting, but it made sense to lubricate his cock in her cunt first. He wiped his knob up and down the wet crease, and then pushed it into her cunt. It was warm, wet and welcoming, and he was surprised how her muscular vagina was able to grip him. Not as tight as a young boy's arsehole, but nevertheless a good feeling. He started to move in and out, and without thinking reached under her to hold onto her balls as he always did. His hands met shaven smooth flesh and her pretty pubic mound, and he laughed at himself for forgetting. He reached up and took a tit in each hand, finding that a pleasant susbstitute for young boy-cock.

Beside him Sir Henry had no such decision to make, no choice of anus or cunt. The boy kneeling in front of him had plenty of the girl about him, with his seamed, glossy stockings, his tight see-through blouse, and the suspender belt making a lacy white line across his tanned back. He slipped his hands into the opening of the boy's lacy panties, and his cock was instantly fully erect as he felt that warm, silky flesh. Parting the buttocks, the boy's anus was puckered and tight closed, though still red from Sir George's earlier spirited buggery. Henry's mind went back to all those boys he had buggered at school, including George, of course. The lube was laying on the carpet where George had left it earlier. He was careful not to use too much, just a drop in the boy's anus, and enough to make his own cock shine. He wanted to really feel this, and not slide too easily in the oil. He placed his knob and pushed, feeling the slight resistance of the anal sphincter give way, and his knob pop in. The boy flinched, of course, but did not cry out or protest: he was already well-trained and experienced. Good! Henry hated weeping boys, weeping virgin girls for that matter too. He liked his girls... and boys... young and tight, but compliant as well. He pushed right in till his thighs met the lacy white, silly but sexy panties. He reached under the boy to hold onto his tits, but found only the flat chest and little pointy nipples of a young lad. He laughed at himself for forgetting, and lowered his hands till he found the little, hard cock and the small, shaven balls. He held onto these as a pleasant alternative means of guiding the boy's movements.

Tracy had been surprised when she felt the cock enter her cunt, as she had been sure he would have her in her arse. But she decided to make the most of it, and jutted her bottom out further so he would penetrate even deeper with each thrust. He was fucking her properly, with long, strong thrusts, and his balls were flapping against her at the end of each push, when his thighs smacked into her butt. she could feel her excitement rising: she was going to come again. This was good! And she was being paid for it!She was coming, her head buried in the satin cushions. At that moment her orgasm took a sudden and disturbing form as the cock slid from her cunt and without losing a second of its steady rhythm shoved violently into her arsehole. She screamed, but amazingly her orgasm still mounted, and for the first time in her young life she was actually coming while being fucked in the arse. It hurt, but it hurt good. Pain and pleasure were mixed, and it was the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced. She was aware of his hands squeezing and kneading her tits, but over everything the dominance of the male organ reaming her out. She wondered if he knew she was coming when he switched to her arse, or if it was just a lucky coincidence: there was no change in the steady, powerful rhythm of his movements. He still gripped her tits, one in each hand. She looked sideways, and saw her brother was being fucked hard, being fucked faster and more violently, in fact than herself, and Henry was wanking him at the same time, which was more than Sir George had done for her, but she had not needed it. 

'Mine came. How you doing, Henry? '

'Sweetest little arse ever, George. Like dipping it in a barrel of honey.'

'Why do you men always want us kneeling down. It's nice the other way too.' Tracy interrupted their chat. She was still being fucked with long, slow, searching sweeps.

'You like to feel a man on top, sweetheart?'

'Oh yes. See your face, and it's easier to play with my cunt at the same time. But that was a lovely cum!'

'Let's switch over, George. I'll give her what she wants, and I know you'd rather have this little angel you old cockhound.'

The two men disengaged their glistening cocks from their teenage playthings. 'On the carpet, Wayne. We'll leave the sofa to these two straights. Us gays can do it anywhere.'

The boy was smiling as they lay down together on the thick red-piled carpet. George took him in his arms and kissed, receiving a lovely wet and passionate kiss in return. He could feel the boy's hard little cock pressing against his body, above his belly, about at the bottom of his ribs. His own cock was against the lad's nyhlon stockings. He decided to have some of this nonsense off, and pulled the boy's panties down, then the see-through blouse off over the boy's head. 'There, that's better.' He left the suspender belt and stockings: the boy's legs looked quite good in them, and the strappy shoes gave him beautiful ankles!

Back to kissing, now, tongues meeting and entering each other's mouths. The boy was feeling his man all over, every part he could reach. George caressed his shoulders and neck, and especially where the fine hair was so very blonde, ash-blonde at the nape of his neck. He was the sweetest little angel, and so willing with his ever-hard cock. He was desperate to fuck him again, to possess him and finally pump his spunk deep into him. He rolled the lad over on his back, lifted his legs, regretting for a moment he had left the stockings on and denied himself the feel of that even silkier skin, and bent the boy's legs back. His arsehole was exposed completely, still open from Henry's fucking, slightly red and inflamed in contrast to the white, soft flesh of his inner thighs. The tiny balls, tight in their sack, looked so innocent and vulnerable that he wanted to kiss them, but his cock was demanding arse so he presented his knob to the open and welcoming arsehole. It slipped in so easily now, with the boy not flinching at all.

On the sofa above them Henry had the girl on her back as he had promised. She too had her legs in the air, over his shoulders, sometimes gripping his head between nylon-encased thighs. He had for a moment hesitated whether to fuck her in the pussy or arse, but decided as he had already enjoyed her cunt, it would be arsehole this time. He suspected, despite the vaigra, it would be his last fuck this evening. So his cock was in her anus, sliding easily in and out as her little right hand worked away at her clitoris, rubbing, tweaking, teasing, fingers sometimes entering her cunt. He glanced sideways and down to see his friend tweaking his boy's nipples, and thought to himself how much more exciting his little girl's tits were, so firm and yet supple under his palms. He squeezed them, and felt an answering contraction in the girl's arse, gripping his cock for a brief second even tighter than before. This was great, he thought, and squeezed her tits again. Again that grip on his cock, incredibly even tighter than her  vigorous and muscled vagina walls. He wondered if it was an involuntary reflex, or whether the girl had already learned, at her tender age, to add to a man's pleasure like this. She was certainly adding to her own pleasure, her right hand stroking, tweaking her clit, and sliding down to enter her cunt before returning again glistening and moist to the true centre of female joy. 

Henry looked down at the slight figure beneath him, the bare, slender chest, the arms almost too thin as yet, and nonetheless so tanned and sexy, and mostly at the boy's hand which was sliding up and down his little cock, sometimes pausing a moment to cradle tiny, naked balls, but always returning to that cock. The boy had his eyes tight closed, lost in his own pleasure, the result of a cock ramming into his now completely relaxed and open arse, and his own spirited masturbation. Henry tweaked the boy's nipples hard enough to probably cause pain, but the boy merely groaned, eyes still fast-closed, and his only real reaction being a sudden spasm in his anus, gripping the man's cock tight for a moment before releasing it. Henry would have liked to have kissed him, enjoyed for a moment that angelic and so apparently innocent face,  but was unwilling as this would have spoiled the lad's masturbation, have crushed cock and hand between their two bodies. And, indeed, Wayne was about to cum, his eyes open now but rolling and unfocused, fist wanking ever faster and harder. Henry watched as a streamer of cum spurted out of the little red knob, splashing white onto the boy's tanned chest and belly. The hand paused a brief moment, then slid up and down again, and there was a second squirt of delicious boy-come. It was too much for Henry, who with a great deep thrust unloaded his first hot spunk into the boy's arse. Another thrust, and another spurt, almost painful in its intensity. Slower thrusts now, and that delicious oozing at the end of a big orgasm, the boy's arse alternately contracting and releasing as his own orgasm died away.

Tracy saw the little fountain of boy cum as well, and thought of the feeling a few minutes before when that little boy, her brother, had fucked her as well as any man and had filled her cunt with virgin cum. The second little fountain, and she decided she would have him again, and soon, perhaps as soon as they got back to the hostel. Her clit was ready and she squeezed it hard between finger and thumb, her favourite way of ending a wanking session. She was coming, and George saw that look in her eye, that grimace on her face, and realised she was going to cum, a cock in her arse. Not many of the girls he had fucked in the arse had managed to cum while he was up them. He felt a stupid pride in this, but also and excitement as her anus contracted on him in her orgasm, and he too was coming. Like his friend with the boy, he collapsed in her arms, still embedded in her, enjoying the alternate squeezing.

It took a bit of cleaning up with towels, all that bottom-fucking, but this was finished, and Henry put a dvd on the wide-screened television. The two children watched amazed at the kinky content. It was clearly a professional bit of film-making, and although the boy and girl were made to look young, you could see they were really in their late teens and almost certainly "legal". They were dressed in sexy lingerie, like Wayne and Tracy, but with more complicated basques, and with high heeled shoes with laces up their stockinged legs as far as their knees. A matching pair, like Tracy and Wayne, but both dark haired and Latin in appearance. What was fascinating was that the two men, old like Sir George and Sir Henry, were both tied up with their hands over their heads. And the children were whipping them. The brother and sister could see the men were enjoying the mistreatment as their cocks stood up strongly!

'Time to get dressed again, Children. My man Jarvis will take you back to the hostel.'

Wayne was posing and looking at himself from all angles in the long mirror. 'May I keep these pretty things please, sir. I think I like them now!'

Tracy interrupted Sir Henry. 'Better not, Wayne. They'll only get nicked. And some of the boys will tease you rotten when they find them.'

'Best leave them here, Wayne. You can wear them again next time you visit us. And you can try out some of the things in that film.'

Tracy perked up at the hint of repeat business. This had been paying, and great sex! And it was likely to get even better.

Sir Henry called Jarvis, and the children were slightly surprised at the uniformed driver's blank, expressionless face confronted with his employer's nakedness.

'You have been a good girl, Tracy. Here is some more for you and your excellent brother.' He handed her a couple of notes from the folder still on a table. 'But I expect you to be especially nice to Jarvis when he stops on the way back. Now run along, and look out for my car the same time today week.'


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