Twelve, Going on Seventeen : by (c) Hamilton Joyce. Mf

She was not quite twelve when I bought her.( In my defence I must say that in 
the part of Africa where she lived girls are sexually mature at eleven.) My 
latest government contract was about to run up (I'm a civil engineer and 
supervise road and bridge projects). I had filled my pockets in the usual way, 
and it was time to leave after fifteen years. My cash was out of the country and 
nicely salted away in shares and bricks and mortar.

But what would I do for sex? I like 'em young, you see. No problem over the 
last few years, but more of a difficulty back home.

I decided to consult my nightwatchman.

'Watchnight, I want a small wife. Pretty, twelve and untouched.'

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A week later we were rolling north on one of my new roads the Watchnight 
sitting beside me. Eventually the tarmac ran out, and I was glad we had 
borrowed a company 4 x 4 as we bounced over the corrugated earth, hitting 
potholes at speed. Huge timber-trucks, driven down the centre of the road, 
probably by pot-heads, meant our driver had to take evasive action every few 
minutes. We knew we were really in the north when we started to pass groups 
of people walking on the roadside, presumably on their way to local markets 
(it was Saturday). In the north the people are much more handsome than their 
compatriots further south. Not so black, more a light brown, and taller, with 
longer legs and more graceful bodies all together. And almost naked! Male and 
female they wore nothing except a leather string girdle over the hips, into 
which was looped a bunch of green leaves, or sometimes a piece of 
embroidered cloth. 

I loved those pointy tits, and jutting, pert arses. And the men, with their 
muscular but not heavy bodies. I could almost see why my old friend Habgood 
was so keen on the northern boys. (Also, he claimed, and I expect he knew, 
Arab sexual practices made their way south across the Sahara, and made sex 
with the African boys particularly rewarding!). I was amused at some of the 
walkers carrying their clothes neatly folded on their heads. The administration 
was trying to get them clothed 'decently', and some towns refused entry to the 
market unless one was dressed. Hence the bundle on the head! My head often 
turned to admire a pretty naked cunt, innocent of hair: Watchnight turned his 
head as well, I noticed, and at the naked young men as well. He was, of course, 
a northerner too!

The Watchnight pointed off left, and we followed a track, scarcely a road at 
all, for about ten miles, passing no habitation, but finally finding signs of 
farming, and a few cattle. We stopped at the 'compound' to which the track 
was leading. About a dozen round, straw-thatched huts, joined by a mud wall 
into a round, defensible settlement. (Within living memory, just, these people 
had been raided for slaves, their strength and beauty being highly appreciated 
in the states to the north).

The usual gaggle of naked children. Then a tall, well-built man emerged, still 
draping his cloth around himself. A barked word and the children disappeared 
as suddenly as they had come.

I got out. The dry heat was like a hammer blow! The Watchnight was 
introducing me.

Inside the largest of the huts it was cooler and darker. My eyes grew 
accustomed, and I saw I was being presented to the chief's senior wife. She 
was perhaps forty, and still beautiful, though the first flush of youth that I 
loved so much had long gone. There was some courteous and formal 
conversation, the Watchnight interpreting, and it seemed I passed muster as a 
potential husband, because the lady left, to return a moment later with Sally. 
Sally had been prepared. Clearly she had been bathed, perfumed, and her hair 
braided in an elaborate pattern. She was in her school uniform, to show me she 
was an 'educated girl', shining white blouse, and short maroon skirt. More to 
the point, she was fantastically lovely, with long slender legs, girlish hips, but 
those nonetheless wider than her tiny waist. And you could see she had nice 
firm breasts under the white blouse. Her face was beautiful, high-cheek-boned, 
fine structure, eyes pools of blackness, full lips. 'Mmmmmm!' I thought. Her 
skin, arms, legs, neck, was velvet.

She lowered her eyes respectfully, as was proper, but then looked me full in 
the eyes. I could see curiosity there, fear perhaps, but also eagerness. This was 
after all her best chance of escape from the grinding life of the village. And, to 
be honest, I'm thought to be a fairly good-looking guy.  We broke and ate the 
customary kola nut.

The Watchnight left us, me and the chief drinking beer, his wife and daughter 
sitting silent. He returned with our gifts. A bright red-patterned cloth for the 
wife and a blue one for Sally. The chief had a new transistor radio. 

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Her possessions had fitted into one battered suitcase, loaded into the Jeep 
behind our seats. She sat beside me, radiant in her new cloth, and waved to the 
village as we left. She seemed to have no great feeling of loss, as she sat there 
high above the road.  Her eyes darted here and there as she pointed out 
animals, people, crops by the road. From time to time a cloud of dust 
announced the presence of a mammy-wagon or long-distance truck, and she 
laughed as we overtook it, emerging from the fog of red powder, looking back 
at the lesser mortals left behind.

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I had primed Sisi, my housekeeper and mistress. She was to show Sally how to 
use the facilities of the apartment, bathroom, toilet, lights, all the luxuries she 
would have heard of but never seen. They were to sleep together, but it was 
strictly hands-off. No little lesbian games...not yet at any rate. And that applied 
especially to the house-boy, Ferdinand, a grizzled old army veteran, who came 
in every morning to clean, do the laundry, and every evening to cook, which he 
did like a dream.

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I gave her a day to settle in. I had given Sisi cash to take her to the shops to 
buy some clothes: her school uniform and two cloths were good for the 
village, but not really for the city. And I did not want to advertise her status as 
a Middle School Girl. I also had Sisi get some passport photos of the girl.
I used the day to chat with my old friend, and companion in all sorts of sinful 
activities, 'Happy' Habgood. This useful guy was a diplomat at the British 
High Commission. More to the point, he was in charge of the Consular Section 
that issued passports.

Over a beer in the club, discretely on the verandah away from prying ears. 
'Well, Happy, my last week.'

'Going to give a good party I hope.' 

'The best, Happy. The very best. I've lined up all the swinging couples, and a 
couple of wives whose men are up-country for a while. You're invited of 
course... I'll get the invits out tomorrow, but it's for Saturday and I leave 
Sunday.'

'Any guests I'll be interested in?'

'You old dog, Happy! Of course. Watchnight has organised two street boys, 
that he'll have checked out and washed  for you, and I've invited that Sergeant 
we met at Johansson's do last month.'

'The big, handsome guy who had me?'

'The very one. Serjeant Manojo.'

'I can't wait...'

'There's a little, last favour you can do for me, Happy.'

'Anything, old fellow.'

'I'm taking a girl home with me. I need her on my passport as my daughter. 
And I want her to be sixteen on it!'

'Easy! Just give me the details and your passport. I'll drop it back tomorrow, 
and pick up my invit. Sixteen, eh? How old really, Sebby?'

'Said to be twelve, but more likely eleven I'd think. Certainly innocent, as far 
as any of them are. They're quite strict about that where she comes from. 
Matter of cash value, really. Marriage prices. Well, I've paid above the going 
rate, but you'll see she's worth it, though without a cock I guess she's no use 
to you.' I dug him in the ribs. and laughed.

'Keep you warm through the English winter, eh? OK! Another drink old 
fellow?'

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So it was two days later before I started to seduce her. 

I let the two of them get into bed before I opened the door. The air-
conditioning was full on, but I still decided to go in naked. And erect! I had 
stood outside the door a couple of minutes polishing my knob and thinking 
about what was waiting for me.

Sally had a very pretty white nightie on, trimmed with blue lace. She was lying 
on her belly, legs bent in the air reading a book. Sisi had a scarlet see-through 
shortie nightie I'd often seen before, and was sitting propped up, manicuring 
her nails. It was a relaxed and rather delightful sight.

I enjoyed the way Sally's eyes widened and shone when she saw my cock. 
There was also a sharp intake of breath. Flattering. Happy must have seen 
many, many hard pricks, including some really massive ones in the South 
Sahara, but on the one or two occasions when, drunk and in a group-orgy, I'd 
let him suck me off, he'd told me he'd seldom if ever had a bigger to play 
with. (I'm very vain, you see!)

I ignored Sally, and took Sisi in my arms, enjoying the feel of her pert tits, 
through the nylon, and onto my naked chest. I pulled her on top of me, and 
parted her arse cheeks as we kissed. 

I could see Sally, watching us, her eyes wide. My cock must have been 
sticking up between the plump, brown cheeks, pressed hard against her half-
open cunt lips. Sisi spat on her fingers, and reached behind her, handling my 
cock, and moistening it. It was hardly necessary! As usual, she was instantly 
hot and wet, and she raised herself up, positioned, and slid herself down on me 
till her naked cunt touched my belly.

She rested there a minute, just grinding her pubic area against me, fully 
impaled. 

'By God, Sisi. You're as good as ever.' I reached up and grasped one perfect, 
firm breast in each hand. 'Gonna miss me, darling?'

'Many fish in sea, Sebby. But not many as big as this.' She laughed, and then 
she was fucking me.

I watched Sally who was taking this all in, and especially as Sisi started to 
cum, moaning as she rode me. I managed to control my orgasm. There were 
other things I wanted to demonstrate to the Middle School girl before the night 
was over. After she had come, she stayed impaled on me. I had her remove her 
nightie. Her tits were even lovelier as she raised her arms to slip it over her 
head. 

Still Sally watched. Virginal. Silent, and taking it all in.

'Tomorrow, Sisi, we go to lawyer. Sign apartment over to you, and most of 
furniture and things. I'm only taking my clothes, cameras, photographs and 
diaries. The rest is yours.'

She clapped her hands, and laughed as she nearly fell off me. 'All? All for 
Sisi?'

'All. Now kneel down!'

You're too, too, too big Sebby! You know.'

'Last time, Sisi. Lawyer tomorrow.'

What a picture as she knelt. That violin shaped back and arse (she had a much 
smaller arse when I first acquired her from a Greek ship-owner). The lovely 
firm belly, without a hint of sag, and those tits. I knelt behind her and slipped a 
finger with some lube on it up her arse.

I could see from Sally's face as she hunkered beside us on the bed that she had 
never seen anal penetration before. Which shows how discrete her menfolk 
and brothers in the tribe must have been, for Happy assured me most of them 
were expected to give their pretty bottoms to their elders until the day they too 
were admitted to the tribe, and could stick their cocks up the still younger 
boys. Girls (of course) were off-limits!

I worked my finger in and out, loosening her. Then more lube and two fingers. 
She seemed more relaxed. I parted those ebony melons, and placed my knob. 
A push, the knob in, a wince. I reached under and pulled her back onto me, 
controlling her with a palm over one breast. I slid in, and in, till my thighs 
touched her butt. She was tight (but, then, I'm big). I usually got her drunk 
before having her anus. This was the first time I'd asked her really to feel me. 
And I felt her contract on me.

I reached with my other hand under her and rubbed her clit. It was hard, and 
her cunt was moist. I masturbated her while I tweaked her nipple, and gently 
fucked her arse. My cock was running freely now, and I worked at her harder 
and faster, my thighs crashing into her buttocks. There was nothing of pain in 
her moaning now, though it was probably my hands rather than my cock that 
were giving her pleasure. Then I pulled her even closer to me and licked the 
fine, soft satin skin of the back of her neck. She was coming. And so was I!

Sally watched, her hand grasping her own cunt through the silk of her 
nightgown, her eyes shining as I pumped my cum into Sisi, rewarded by the 
nipping contractions of her orgasm.

Probably Sally expected some attention. But that was not the plan. By the time 
she finally had me she would be gagging for it!

Sally stood at the door of the shower and watched us soap each other. I then 
had her pat me dry with the towel. I could imagine those sweet, almost hairless 
lips opening under her virginal gown, the insistant clit peeping out. But there 
was nothing for her tonight.

Instead she had to watch while Sisi and I enjoyed a sixty nine. Sisi has always 
been able to take my limp cock in her mouth and get it hard, and tonight was 
no exception. As I sucked her, and she came again, and again, I had the 
pleasure of seeing Sally's hand slip up under her gown, and busy fingers 
moving there. Then her eyes going misty, and she came. Seconds later she 
watched as I removed my cock and sprayed over Sisi's face, then sticking it in 
her mouth again to spurt and spurt, and then ooze as her tongue fluttered over 
my cock. She wiped my cum up with a finger, and sucked the finger clean. 
Again Sally's wide eyes. She had seen several new things tonight, I guessed.

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By eleven o'clock the party was in full-swing. No-one who accepted the 
invitation had any false ideas: it was to be an orgy, nothing less.

My first partner was the Swedish girl, Dagma, married to an almost equally 
devastating blonde diplomat from their embassy. I had taken viagra (also left 
some lying around in bowls along with condom, lube etc, and little heaps of 
whips and ropes, just in case the whim took any couples!). So I was not 
worried at all about coming early! And I'd wanted the lovely Dagmar since the 
first day I saw her at the embassy Christmas reception. I knew she and her 
husband were swingers, but had never been in the same place at the same time.

Her tan was delicious with that blonde hair, and nothing but silver high heels, 
a wet dream with tall, conical tits, and an hourglass waist. She was 
complimentary about my cock as we danced, pressed together, my cock to her 
naked belly.

'You want?'

'I want!'

I suppose it was right for the host to be the first to fuck. But the others didn't 
stand around watching. As soon as I had penetrated her, bent over the arm of a 
sofa, the others were at it in twos, threes and fours.

Except Sally. Who wandered around watching. Sisi had dressed her in a 
yellow glossy thong, a yellow satin suspender belt, glossy stockings, and gold 
high heels. She was the most-dressed of all the females present. And everyone 
had been told it was 'hands off' at the special request of their host.

I was especially enjoying this. I remember how Dagmar's pretty plump, pink 
cunt lips stretched out each time I pulled out, as if unwilling to let my cock go, 
and then the delicious gripping feel as I plunged in again. Kneeling, her wide, 
round arse was accentuated by the narrowness of her waist. Sally knelt beside 
her and was watching with her characteristic wide-eyed fascination. I was 
tempted to reach and fondle her perfect ebony breasts, but of course that was 
not my plan! Then, with the first overtly sexual gesture I had seen her make, 
my new 'daughter' placed a hand on Dagmar's breast, and caressed. This was 
too much for me, and I felt myself coming. I leaned right over her and licked 
the small of her back as I thrust harder and harder. I heard the blonde coming 
and then felt her coming as her cunt tightened on me. Still Sally caressed that 
breast. I was pumping my cum in.

'Will you fuck her other hole now, Sebby?'

'Like hell he will! What have you been teaching the girl, Sebby? You wicked 
man!' Dagmar laughed as she wiped her cunt on discarded panties.

The three of us wandered over to look at the group in the corner of the room. 
Happy was kneeling on all fours, and the big, muscular Sergeant Manojo was 
calmly, methodically fucking him in the arse. Two of the street urchins stood 
in front of him and he had an arm round the bottom of each, holding them both 
close to his face. Their little cocks stood, and he was taking first one and then 
the other into his mouth. Dagmar moved behind the Sergeant, knelt and 
pressed her tits against his back . Happy took both cocks in his mouth together. 
The Sergeant shagged harder, faster.

Sisi held my hand. Her eyes were shining. 

I led her off into the big bedroom. On the bed Sisi was playing with Monica, 
an American volunteer worker who had been brought along by an Italian 
couple who had cultivated her. I thought how pretty the two of them looked, 
black limbs inter-twined with white. They were side-by-side, but both had 
managed to fix their mouths securely over the other's cunt, and tongues and 
hands were at work. Beside me I saw Sally slip her hand down the waistband 
of her tiny yellow thong, and her own fingers working in her slit.

'Not fair! Not fair! They all have fun but not your Sally. Not fair, Sebby.'

'You're young, Sally. When I get you home to England you'll have fun, I 
promise. And I wish you'd call me Daddy. You'll have to in England.'

'Will you fuck me in England, Daddy?'

Monica looked very tasty, limbs writhing . I leaned over and parted the white 
melons of her arse. The secret rose was pink and wrinkled. I held the cheeks 
apart and kissed the spot. I felt her coming.

'Daddy?'  

I nodded. 'In England. Promise.' Her eyes rolled and her busy fingers worked 
furiously up and down, inside her thong. I stroked the American girl's arse as 
my new daughter  made herself come.

The floor in my main room was covered with bodies, bucking and thrusting, 
and the noise of kisses and fucking, moans, groans, oaths, nearly drowned the 
music. I still had Sally by the hand, and we stepped over couples, looking and 
enjoying their pleasure. I found Dagmar's husband, Bjorn. He had collared 
himself two of Watchnight's hotel-bar whores, and was getting a real 
professional blow-job, one of them licking his shaft, the other stimulating his 
balls and arse. They were, really, unfairly beautiful, Bjorn and his wife. I could 
see why Happy lusted after this guy. With his smooth, muscled body and 
immense, straight prick, I could fancy him myself (and I'm not really very bi, I 
assure you!)

Anyway, I dropped Sally's hand, and left her standing over us as I lay down on 
the thick carpet with the threesome. I was caressing the tits of the jolly little 
tart, but (I must admit it!) my other hand was stroking the Swede's hard, slim, 
muscled arse. It was smooth! It was silky, I parted it, and stroked his anus. I 
was still hard (I had never lost it after shagging Dagmar). One of the girls, the 
one with the big, firm, pert tits, shifted her attention from his cock to mine, 
and I felt the warm wetness of her mouth as her lips closed around it. 

Sally was watching, her hand down her panties again.

Bjorn's girl squatted over his cock and impaled herself on it. That was the cue 
for mine to do the same. She was shaven and her cunt lips gleamed, open, as 
she lowered herself. She was good. The two girls bounced up and down on us, 
while I amused myself grabbing and releasing those tits shaking over my face. 
She leaned forward, fucking me slower, and I got one of her nipples in my 
mouth, tweaking the other with my free hand. I was balancing her, a hand on 
her hip.

Sally knelt and stroked the girl's buttocks. I almost reached out to grab my 
daughter's tits. But that was not the plan. England!

I came of course. There is no way of stopping yourself once these 
professionals get their cunt around you. The bouncing, the nipping and 
gripping, caresses of face and chest. Well, I came! The Swede beside me had 
already come. And as I came I noticed, for the first time, that he was fondling 
my chest and nipples. Amazing what group sex can do to otherwise hetero 
guys!

The party went on. Couples, male-female, female-female, male-male were 
dancing naked or in their best lingerie. Couples and more were playing, 
sucking, fucking. Others were chatting and drinking. The music was louder 
now. In the corner Happy was getting himself fucked by one of the street boys, 
sucking the other.After having the army sergeant's cock I'd be surprised if he 
could feel the lad's small pecker up his arse. Still, I suppose the thought of 
being fucked is nearly as exciting as the real thing. And the other boy was 
fucking him in the mouth as much as being sucked by him.

The army sergeant had been stolen by the plump Italian wife of an engineer 
from the dam construction site, and all you could see of her was legs and 
thighs gripped round his back as he ploughed her.

I probably only had one more fuck in me this evening, and I wasn't going to 
waste it. I got myself a drink, and had a sudden panic when I realised I could 
not see Sally. I looked into the main bedroom. Sisi and Monica were gone, 
replaced by what looked like six , white, black, male, female, a tangle of 
limbs! I found her in the small bedroom. No problem. She and Sisi were 
chatting, presumably saying their goodbyes. All innocent and within my rules 
of engagement for the night.

As usual, guests who were at least temporarily satisfied had congregated in the 
kitchen and were drinking, chatting. I spent a pleasant hour saying my 
goodbyes and making sure people had my address to visit when in England on 
leave. I did not want to lose all these sexual contacts.

When I returned to the party proper, it was beginning to break up. Sally was 
asleep in an armchair, lovely as ever. Some guests took the opportunity to 
thank me, and left in twos or threes, not necessarily the groups they had 
arrived in. Salah Gafrati the Lebanese store-owner was organising the 
traditional end to our parties, with the men throwing their car keys into a heap 
in the centre of the room. The women, some half-dressed now, would pick a 
key from the pile, and that would be their partner for the balance of the night.

Happy, I knew, was in the kitchen, fucked and limp-cocked. The two street 
boys were chatting by the sofa, each with a drink. The Watchnight would 
return them to their homes in the morning after 'looking after them' for the 
night, randy old bugger! The younger one really was very pretty I thought, with 
his pert little smooth-skinned arse. And why not. My cock was still viagra-
hard, and I might not get another chance like this. Certainly not in England! I 
knew that so-desirable bottom would have been opened up. Even if he had not 
been fucked, and surely he had! Then I had seen Happy's fingers up it while 
my friend had sucked him in that opening foursome of his. I went over and 
interrupted them, saying little, but bending the boy over the sofa. I opened his 
cheeks, and saw he had indeed been fucked, and recently. His anus gaped! I 
slid in as if it were buttered, as it might well have been!

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Sally was disappointed I had chosen the night-flight to London. But cheered 
up when I told her she would see London from the air after dawn. I prefer that 
flight as I can sleep on planes, and find I arrive refreshed rather than exhausted 
( no jet-lag as it is mainly South-North).

After the usual feeding we were given blankets and, along with the other 
passengers (the plane was less than a quarter full) we eased our seats back. In 
the night, Sally fast asleep, I treated myself to a feel, under the blankets, of her 
perfect tits. When I woke up with the dawn she was still asleep, but her hand 
on my cock.

There was no problem at the Heathrow : Happy had done a good job on the 
documentation. The only incident was in the taxi queue. ( I treated us to a taxi 
for the two hour journey out to East Anglia.). Sally was being sexually 
provocative as only a twelve-year-old girl can be.  'I'm so glad we're in 
England at last. England, oh goodie!' I could feel her hard breast against me 
even through my suit. We both knew what she meant by 'being in England at 
last!'

A voice drawled low and upper-class behind me. 'Nice souvenir you've 
brought home, Squire! I could fancy that myself!' I turned round to confront an 
aristocratic-looking face that creased into a grin. 'I was of course referring to 
the camera. Leica ain't it?'

'You'll please keep your opinions to yourself.' I put and arm round Sally's 
shoulder and held her even closer to me.

'OK. Cool it, Squire. Still, congratulations. Reckon you'll have some fun with 
that!'

'Mind your own business.' I turned my back on him, and heard his chuckle, 
that can only be described as lecherous.
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I had bought the house five years ago, had it completely renovated, and 
furnished it on my last leave three years back. It was substantial, a good house, 
formerly the vicarage. I had asked the agency  to find me a married couple to 
act as housekeeper and gardener-chauffeur. They had come up with Mrs 
Coggins and her son Seth, who had the advantage of living in the village 
already, and not needing to live in.

They were waiting when we arrived, La Coggins a severe looking woman, 
blonde, probably died, I thought. She still had a good figure, but must have 
been well on in her forties. She wore a dress, that showed off her figure and 
her black high heels were incongruous with the white apron. (I later found she 
was less 'severe' than I thought, being a retired prostitute!) Her son was that 
type you so often find in East Anglia, not tall, slender and wiry, blonde. He 
had a rebellious look in his eye and I could imagine him being a hit with the 
village maidens. He would be about twenty, I should think. We introduced 
ourselves, the Coggins being suitably respectful, all 'sirs' and 'misses'. Mrs 
Coggins took Sally off to help her unpack, and I went to my room, unpacked 
and showered.     

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Sally looked a picture in her white dress with blue ribbons. Her Alice look was 
completed by white court shoes and white ankle socks. Dinner did not take 
long as Mrs Coggins had limited herself to a cold game pie, salads, pickles and 
bread. I had a glass of wine, Sally a Coke. I caught Mrs Coggins looking at her 
and then myself, enquiringly. I could almost hear her mind at work, 'Daughter, 
my arse!'

However, she entered into the spirit of the thing, saying helpfully, 'Young 
Sally is tired out from her journey, Sir. She needs to go to bed.'

'Me, too, Mrs Coggins. Leave clearing the table till the morning, will you 
please. We'll go to bed now.'

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I helped my new daughter pull the dress up over her head. She had the most 
delightful pastel blue lingerie, a lacy bra, and blue satin panties with lace trim, 
and a see-through panel at the front. I pulled her to me and embraced her. As 
usual I could feel her breasts even through her bra, my jacket and shirt. She 
giggled. 'England now, Daddy. You promised!'

I slipped a hand down the waist of her panties. In the mirror I could see my 
fingers invading her secrecy, through the lace. Her lips were parted slightly, 
and I slipped a finger into the crack. She was warm, wet, and slippery. I 
tweaked her hard little nub, and rubbed it. She was undoing the buttons on my 
shirt. I felt her running her fingers through my  chest-hair, combing it with her 
tiny hand. Then her lips on my almost hidden nipple.

'It goes hard, like mine.'

'Undress me, Sally!'

She made almost a ceremony of it, removing my jacket and hanging it neatly 
in the great oak wardrobe beside her dress. Then unbuttoning the rest of my 
shirt, removing it, and folding it neatly on a chair. She knelt and unzipped my 
trousers, Holding them as I stepped out of them and again hanging them 
neatly. Now she knelt in front of me and nuzzled her lips against the bulge in 
my white boxer shorts. 'I've so wanted this, Daddy.'

Her hand inside grasping my cock, then the other ebony hand easing the waist 
down till my cock sprang free. 'I've so wanted this.' I blessed myself for the 
tactic of gradually teasing her with the sight of sex in all its forms, but denying 
her satisfaction. Over the weeks her sexual tension had risen and risen, till here 
she was for me, a virgin, but hotly-excited, willing, eager. She kissed my knob, 
and I stepped out of the pants. We embraced again, me naked, she in her 
lingerie.

I lifted her and crossed to my king-size bed, I laid her gently on the white satin 
sheets. A vision of black velvet skin, blue lace, on the shimmering whiteness. 
There was a sultry, heavy look in her eye. She needed it!

We kissed and I fondled her breasts through the satin and lace of her bra. I 
have always loved the feel of a firm breast inside lingerie. (Those teenage 
years fumbling in the back row at the movies!) Her nipples were erect, and I 
rolled first one and then the other between thumb and forefinger. The kissed 
most passionately, her tongue forcing into my mouth, her lips wide over mine. 
She still held my cock, fiercely as if fearing it would escape her. I slipped a 
hand inside the cup of her bra to feel the smooth softness of her skin. She 
rolled on her side inviting me to undo the clip. She slipped the bra over her 
shoulders and now her naked breasts were pressed against my naked chest as 
we embraced. Her leg slipped between mine, and I could feel her satin crotch 
rubbing on my thigh, my cock pressed against her flesh.

I pushed her away a second to admire her. Her blue satin panties were pulled 
up tight, stretched by the force of our hugging. Her cunt-lips were outlined 
under them, and there was the sweetest dark blue damp patch where she was 
aroused. I licked her belly and then nuzzled her crotch, my nose actually 
rubbing on that damp. She moaned, and raised her arse an inch to help me pull 
the panties down. She was still shaven, as Sisi had taught her back in Africa. 
Her cunt lips were rounded and swollen, the only place on her sleek, slender 
body that seemed plump. And they were very slightly parted to reveal the 
shocking pink of her clit, nestling, gleaming, peeping out. I spread the lips 
with the fingers of one hand and clamped my mouth over her. My tongue was 
on her nub, licking, and my nose was pressing almost into her vagina. She 
writhed and moved under me, rubbing herself. And then she was coming, her 
hand grasping my cock almost painfully tight, her other hand, finger-nails 
digging into my back.

'Daddy. Please. I want so much...'  

'So does Daddy, my little angel.'

She lay on her back, legs open wide. Her eyes were full of dreamy lust and she 
smiled in invitation. She pulled her cunt lips open, both hands. 'Please. 
Daddy.'

I need not have worried about my size. She was tight, but accepted first my 
knob and then the full shaft, apparently with no pain. I lay on her my weight 
supported on my elbows, but our pubic bones touching as I was fully in her. 
She crossed her legs behind my arse, and incredibly I felt myself slip just a bit 
deeper in. Her hands round my back she made me slip off my elbows so my 
full weight was on her. She moved slightly under me. She wanted it all right!

Our first fuck was simple, old-fashioned, and just wonderful. I rode her slow 
and long strokes, and felt her come beneath me, gripping and releasing my 
cock as she spasmed, her finger nails raking my back, and her moans and 
tender whispers in my ear. As she came I increased my thrusts, harder and 
faster, and felt and heard her rising to a new peak of pleasure. I realised that 
my weeks of training her, teasing her, showing her sexual pleasure but not 
allowing her to experience it, had produced a little lolita who was, delightfully 
and astoundingly, multi-orgasmic. With this thought, and with her bucking and 
rearing beneath me I came, pumping spurt after spurt into her. (I have had the 
vasectomy, and had no fear I might spoil her for myself!)

I must have dozed off, for I woke with a start to find she was sucking me, 
tickling my balls, kneeling charmingly over me on the bed.

'Daddy, you going to do me like you did the girl at the party, and Happy's 
boy?'

'I thought you were asleep when I had him.'

'I looked. I was just pretending. I was so jealous, Daddy.'

'You want it here, my little darling?' As she knelt I pressed a finger against her 
anus, slick and moist from our lovemaking.

'I want to do everything, Daddy. Everything.'

'Then everything you shall have, Sally my angel. Kneel down with your head 
in the pillows.'

Her bottom seemed rounder, and her hips less slim, her waist tinier as she 
knelt. My favourite position. I parted her lovely ebony cheeks, and her secret 
place was a little, puckered, black rose. I licked and kissed. She giggled. 
'Tickles, and your chin's rough. But don't stop. It's nice.'

I pursed my tongue, and pushed the tip of it into her, Then out. And in again.

'Oooh! That's nice.'

And so I had the pleasure of rimming her while she rubbed her clit inches from 
my nose, and her bottom forced back onto me, trying to get my tongue deeper. 

I keep the baby oil in the bedside cabinet. She protested when I stopped 
tonguing her to fetch it. But then was all sweetness and gratitude as I dripped 
oil onto her anus, spread it between her cheeks, and penetrated her with a 
finger as far as the first knuckle. I tipped her on her side, my finger still in her, 
and we kissed, cuddled, whispered endearments while I gently masturbated her 
rectum, first with one finger, then with two, and finally with my thumb. She 
seemed totally relaxed, and so, still lying side-by-side, I placed my knob 
against her arsehole. I was almost painfully hard. And she pushed back onto 
me while I pushed in. The knob slipped in. I felt her flinch and knew it had 
hurt momentarily. But my shaft was slipping into her and I found myself fully 
inserted, my thighs against her bottom. I moved gently in and out, and felt her 
relaxing as the pain passed.

Her fingers were busy again on her clit, and I had reached round to grasp one 
breast, partly for the lovely feel of it, and partly to control her movements so I 
did not slip out, because she was moving forward and back in rhythm with me 
now. I heard her mutter. 'Harder, please. Oh yes. Faster, Daddy. And then it 
was grunted words in her own language as her pleasure mounted.

I was shagging as fast and hard as I could now, desperate not to cum till she 
did, at least this first time. Then she was coming with a torrent of what I 
recognised as oaths in her own language. I gripped a tit, and slapped my cock 
in and out. I was coming too now, and pumped into her in what I swear was 
the biggest, longest, most-balls-emptying orgasm of my whole life.

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And so the months passed, me taking my pleasure in her mouth, or cunt, or 
arsehole, between her tits, in her hands, even sometimes between her feet! She 
seemed content in a life of rather idle, mainly house-bound concubinage. She 
got on well with Mrs Coggins and spent a lot of the time with her in the 
kitchen. I would sometimes hear gales of laughter from the two of them, and 
often wondered what was so very, very funny.

Until, after about six months I began to feel I should interest her in more kinky 
sex.

Oddly it was Sally who raised it for me. We were laying on the bed one 
afternoon, apres sex, her in a pretty see-thru green silk negligee, me naked. 
'Daddy. Do you ever want to be tied up and spanked.'

'I'm not sure. And where did you get that idea from?'

'Mrs Coggins says lots of men want that done to them, and to be fucked by a 
woman with a strap-on.'

I was astounded. So this was the sort of thing all that chatter and laughter was 
about!

'She says that some men, sometimes the same ones, used to tie her up and 
whip her before fucking her. She used to charge them a lot extra. Ten pounds 
for each stroke of the whip. Would you believe it?'

'I would. Seems expensive though. She must have been good to earn that.' I 
pulled her to me, kissed her, and played with a hard little nut of a nipple. 'And 
would you like to try that sort of game, my angel?'

'I want to do everything, Daddy. Everything.'

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The parcel arrived Saturday morning and we unpacked it together in the 
afternoon (Mrs Coggins had Saturday and Sunday off). The sun streamed in 
the high windows overlooking lawns and gardens, and I was naked. Sally had 
just a shining white thong, which was somehow even sexier than her naked 
cunt. From behind she was a picture, the narrow silk strap dividing those firm. 
round buttocks. (She still shaved herself smooth as silk every second day. God 
how I loved those pouting, gleaming, plump cunt lips!)

It had been fun ordering on line, Sally sitting in front of the monitor, me 
standing behind, fondling her tits and caressing her neck and shoulders as she 
browsed. We had finally chosen a black leather harness and wrist and ankle 
cuffs for me, and a white leather and satin basque for her, with matching high-
heeled shoes. Oh, yes, and a strap-on, a couple of whips and a cat-of-nine-tails.

So here all the gear was! I had to do up the catches down the back of her 
basque, which accentuated her lovely figure. Her waist was cinched even 
smaller, and her tits looked wonderful under the white satin. 'Look, Daddy, the 
strap-on has a bit that slips up my cunt when I fix it. I'm glad we got a black 
one.' The monstrous object was black, cock-shaped, and fixed by straps, one 
round each thigh, and one just above the waist of her thong, which she had 
pulled to one side to allow the end of the dildo up her.  I stood while she 
fastened the leather harness behind my back, and we were ready.

We simply kissed, and then as we embraced she whispered in my ear, 'I want 
to tie you up to that hook, Daddy, and whip you with the long whip.'

'No, my angel. You first!'

'Daddy! You promised.' She was almost pouting. I realised how much she had 
been looking forward to having me helpless and at her mercy.

'OK. Remember this is only fun, Sally. Only fun!'

She was tying my wrists together using the shiny metallic wrings on the cuffs. 
'I wonder if the vicar had this hook put here so he could have himself 
whipped. This was the vicarage once, wasn't it.'

The rope was pulled up tight so my feet barely touched the ground. I was 
surprised to feel (and see in the great mirror) that my cock was hard. There 
must be something in this sub-masochism after all. 'Or perhaps he used to tie 
the little girls of the parish up and beat them for his pleasure.'

'Boys too, I bet!' She was shackling my ankles now again using the handy 
metal rings. I was really helpless! And she looked so appetising. Dangerous, 
but so lovely!

She played with me at first, tickling my cock with the whip, lifting my balls 
with its handle. Then she stood back, raised her arm, and the first stroke fell 
across my buttocks. The pain was startling and instantaneous. I yelled! 'That's 
for taking me from my village.' Her arm raised again, and again the stinging 
shock. 'And that's for making me wait so long, watching but never doing. 
That's for teasing me.' Another heart-stopping stroke. 'That's for taking me 
from my country and exiling me a stranger in a strange land.' Another. 'That's 
for dressing me in finery and turning me into your whore.' Another. 'And that 
ones' just for me.' She laughed and threw the whip down.

She knelt behind me, her hands on my thighs. 'Poor, sore arse. Sally will kiss 
it better.' I felt her lips on my arse, which was still throbbing from the 
whipping, and then her hands round my front caressing my cock. It was as 
hard as steel, as if it had grown wings! There was surely something to be said 
after all for getting yourself whipped. I could understand that ten-pounds-a-
stroke deal now I'd tried it. And she looked so damned sexy kneeling there as I 
twisted my head to look in the mirror.

'Daddy's turn to be fucked now.' The lube was on the sideboard (there was a 
tube in nearly every room in the house. You never knew when or where I 
would want to bugger her!) She knew what to do, of course, having had it done 
to her so often, and was fingering my arse, opening and relaxing me.'

'Please be careful, Sally. Be gentle, my angel.'

'And this is for fucking me in the arse. For shagging my tight little arsehole.' 
She had to stand on the low stool to reach me!

I protested as the knob of the dildo entered me. She laughed. 'Not so good on 
the receiving end?' The shaft was penetrating now, and then I knew it was 
fully inserted, because I felt her belly against my buttocks and her satin tits on 
my back.  

Whipping me must have aroused her, because it was only a few dozen thrusts 
before I could hear she was coming. The pain had gone now, though I must 
admit there was not really much pleasure. There must have been some, or 
perhaps it was just pyschological excitement, because I was ram-rod hard 
throughout.

'Your turn now Daddy. I liked that. Mrs Coggins was right, it is good to whip 
a man. Sort of satisfying as well as very sexy.' She had let me down from the 
ceiling and was untying my hands and feet.

I tied her feet together, and then her wrists, using a soft, red, silken cord that 
had come with the parcel. And then I stood her under the ceiling hook, had her 
raise her arms, looped a rope between her wrists, looped it over the hook, 
pulled her up tight, and tied it off'. 'Daddy's turn now!'

Her tits always stood even when she was laying on her back or on her side. But 
here, stretched upwards, and doubly supported by the satin cups of her basque, 
they were truly lovely. I stood behind her, and my arms round her cupped 
them, feeling them under the shiny fabric. Her little-girl nipples were hard 
enough to be felt though it. I slipped a hand down inside the cup, and felt her 
naked flesh, tweaking a nipple between finger and thumb. She squeaked, and 
flinched back against me so her arse pressed momentarily against my thighs. I 
liked that and slipped my other hand down too, tweaking first one nipple and 
then the other.

Was she enjoying this? I passed a hand over her crotch, still protected by the 
white silken thong. It was  damp round the edges of her man-dildo. I slipped a 
hand inside the thong, above the strap-on, and rubbed her hard little clit, like a 
hazel nut there between her shaven lips. She moaned with pleasure. 

'Now it's your turn. You gave me the traditional six of the best. Now six back 
for you.'

'It was only four Daddy. Only four.'

'It was six, my little darling. I counted them. and now it's seven for telling 
porkies. One!' I slashed at her with the cat-of-nine-tails. I chose this because 
although it looks dreadful, I was fairly sure the soft leather would only sting, 
not really hurt or actually mark her. 'Two!' I stopped and inspected her rump. 
On a white girl those would have at least marked pink. There was no sign I had 
managed anything! I decided to pull her thong down to her knees, and see if I 
could get the lash to penetrate her arse crease this time. I aimed carefully, and 
tried to make the stroke more vertical. 'Three!' Now, this time she really did 
flinch, and I guessed one of the thongs must have found out her arsehole. 
'Poor little arsehole,' I murmured, and knelt behind her. 'Daddy kiss it better!' 
She ground herself backwards and almost forced my tongue into her without 
me doing anything. Second to having her clit sucked, she loved to be rimmed. 
Sometimes I think she might have preferred a tongue on her cunt and arse to 
being actually fucked!

'Look at me while I whip you. I was round her front this time, and gave her 
one across the thighs, one across the belly, and one across the tits, in quick 
succession. 'Four! Five! Six!'

'Now, where do you want the last one, my angel. Across your arsehole, or on 
your cunt?'

'Not on my cunt, please Daddy. Not there!'

'The cunt it is then!' Again the almost vertical sweep, and at least two of the 
leather thongs found out her cunt-lips. She squealed!

'And Daddy kiss that better too!' I knelt and undid her ankles. I pulled over 
her stool, and had her put one foot on it so her cunt was available and open. 
Then my mouth to it. No squeal now! Just little grunts of passion as she tried 
to grind her pubes into my face. I held her buttocks one in each hand, to 
support her and because I love the feel of them so firm and hard within, yet 
soft and smooth as silk. She came, of course. She always did with my mouth 
on her clit, and my face was bathed in the juices from her cunt. God! How I 
love that!

Now the oil! I fucked her in the arse so often nowadays that I had little scent-
sprays filled with baby oil in several places round the house and garden. She 
knew what it meant when I squirted the oil up between her legs, and jutted her 
pretty bottom out to make it easier for me. I caressed her anus with oily 
fingers, and held her to me, an arm round her clutching at her breast inside the 
basque while I slipped two fingers in. She was quite open for me nowadays, 
her arse ever-ready to take my prick. But I did so enjoy finger fucking her that 
I still usually gave her that foreplay. I was kissing the back of her neck.

My cock slipped up her like a hot knife through butter. I found I could sway 
her, suspended by the wrists, backwards and forwards, slipping her on and off 
my cock, scarcely moving myself. The feeling was sensual, complete, almost 
as if she was fucking me. She gave a little squeak every time my knob slipped 
out and then forced its way in again.  I moved one hand from her hips and slid 
it between her cunt lips. She was wet and hot! I caressed her clit as I fucked 
her arse, and was rewarded by hearing her coming. I shagged her harder and 
came deep in her at the same time as her orgasm.

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Unlike some lovers we did not need bondage and whipping every time we 
fucked, but after that first experience we often livened our sex-life up with it. 
She, in fact, would dominate more often than me. She particularly liked to tie 
me to the bed, on my back, whip me, and then ride me, finishing with me 
sometimes in her cunt and sometimes in her arse.

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Our sex life was even further improved the next summer. By then Sally would 
have been fourteen. (She actually was twelve when I bought her from her 
father, not eleven as I had guessed. We worked it out together one afternoon.) I 
had been strolling in the village, and came back to the house through the 
wicket-gate at the back. I turned the corner by the glasshouse, and stopped. 
Under the great willow tree, in the dappled shade, Mrs Coggins and my Sally 
were embracing. I watched while La Coggins' hand lifted my angel's skirt, and 
slipped inside the dazzling white panties. Sally's hand was under the woman's 
skirt too. La Coggins whispered something in her ear. I was too far away to 
hear of course, but I could guess! Because they lay down on the grass, and, 
skirts pulled up, were having a real lesbian sixty-nine. My cock was hard, and I 
slipped it out from my flies as I watched. I stroked myself, watching the two, 
fully dressed unfortunately, suck each other off. My cum spurted and then 
dripped to the ground. They finished, got up, kissed, and then wandered back 
to the house, chatting, laughing, hand-in-hand.  

I gave it a couple of hours, and then accosted Mrs Coggins in her kitchen.

'She's a pretty little thing, isn't she?'

Mrs Coggins knew who I was talking about. I expect Sally was seldom far 
from her thoughts. 'She's a marvel, sir. Really lovely.'

'And so advanced for her age.'

'She's certainly that, sir.'

'How you must love applying your lips to her lovely, plump, shaven cunt, Mrs 
Coggins.'

'Oh sir! And she promised me she wouldn't tell.'    

'She didn't, Mrs Coggins. I promise you. But if she had I would have 
encouraged her.' I put an arm round her shoulder. She was still a very sexy 
woman, and I guessed she would know a few tricks to keep a guy hard! And to 
make him come. Whores had to be skilled at both aspects of the art! 'I'm so 
pleased she has found that particular pleasure with you. You know what I 
would like to give her? The pleasure of a tongue on her clit, and a cock in her 
cunt at the same time. Would you like that, Mrs Coggins?'

'Oh, sir. More than anything.' She had her arms round me now, and we 
embraced. Her tongue was in my mouth, her fingers reaching inside my 
trousers for my cock. I pushed her backwards till her bottom rested on the 
great kitchen table, and raised her skirts. She wore a tiny black thong, which I 
pulled to one side. As we kissed, I puddled my fingers in her open cunt, 
probably still wet and aroused from Sally's tongue. She had my cock out and 
was stroking it. She pulled me onto herself, placed the knob, and we were 
fucking. Despite having jerked off just before, there was something about her 
cunt that made it impossible to stop myself. It was like putting it into one of 
those vibrators, as it contracted and squeezed. I think she came too, but you 
never know with women who have made their living as whores.

'Stay behind after work this evening, Mrs Coggins, and we'll give her a lovely 
surprise!'

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

Sally had been trying on some new silk lingerie that had arrived by post in the 
morning. A very pretty white satin set, with blue lace trim. With her glossy tan 
stockings and the sexy suspender belt, she really looked appetising. I still 
could not get enough of her. She was pirouetting in front of the long mirror, 
showing off her trim body and satin skin. I love the way her arse juts when she 
is in very high heels.

La Coggins did not knock, but just came in though the door. She was dressed 
in black. Black panties and suspender belt, black bra, black fully fashioned 
nylons, and a black see-through ankle-length night-dress. She too had very, 
very high heels, black strapped slippers.

'Ah Mrs Coggins. You look quite delightful. I'm so glad you could join us.'

'It will be my pleasure, sir. And I hope yours and Sally's too.'

Sally was kneeling on the bed, and clapping her hands in joy. 'Oh, Daddy, 
please fuck Myrtle, please fuck her. I haven't seen you fuck anyone since the 
party when we left. Daddy, please. So I can watch.'

She looked very lovely, kneeling, her tits pushed up and out by the new bra, 
her arse so jutting and rounded, stretching the tight lacy bikini. I suddenly 
realised she had lost that childish shape that I had so loved, those slender hips 
and tiny, hard bottom. Her legs were still long and slender, but her arse was 
beginning to take on a rounded, womanly aspect. Pity! They all have to grow 
up! 

Myrtle! I realised I had never asked Mrs Coggins' first name.So she was 
Myrtle! She would always be Mrs Coggins to me! 'That wasn't really the idea, 
at least not yet. Mrs Coggins and I thought we'd give you a little treat, my 
angel.

La Coggins already had her nightdress up over her shoulders, and cast it across 
the bed before embracing Sally, knocking her over onto her back on the 
bouncy mattress. I watched as they kissed, and then La Coggins licked her 
down over her chest and belly. Sally opened her legs clearly well accustomed 
to lesbian love from this woman. Her white satin panties were no obstacle as 
they were pulled aside and mouth applied to that freshly shaven, plump cunt. 
Sally sighed.

Mrs Coggins pulled her to her and side-by-side they sucked. I could see the 
black panties were open-crotch, and my daughter had her lips over a hard, and 
very large clit.

I lay on the bed, and treated myself to a feel of Mrs Coggins' tits. I love 
breasts, and especially breasts inside a satin bra. I love the feel of the satin, and 
the promise of the flesh beneath them. (It's the same reason I love the feel of 
those two inches of flesh above the stocking tops. All those sexy sessions in 
the back-row of the cinema as a teenager, feeling young tits, my hand up under 
a skirt as we kissed, ignoring the film in our exploration of each others' body.)

'God! You've got lovely tits, Mrs Coggins.' 

'Oh Daddy, and you told me you liked small tits!'

'I like firm tits, rounded tits, tits with nipples hard enough to poke your eyes 
out. Usually that means young, small tits, but in this case it means Mrs 
Coggins' lovely big, round, firm tits.'

I positioned myself beside Sally, my cock in the crease of her arse. I had to 
pull her panties down an inch or two to get my knob inside. Then I felt the 
warmth and wetness as my knob entered inside her outer lips. One small push 
and I was in her. I pressed harder against her so she was sandwiched between a 
lovely woman and a rampant male, a tongue on her clit and a cock in her cunt. 
She gave a little squeal as I pushed up and into her.

Sally came within minutes, and I could tell her lesbian lover was triggered by 
her writhing and panting, and came too. I did not, controlling myself and 
merely fucking harder and faster to improve her orgasm. Short, sharp thrusts, 
crashing my balls and thighs into her arse. As her first orgasm subside, I 
reverted to long, slow sweeps with my cock.

Still they sucked each other. Four times they came, me always speeding up for 
the coming, and then slowing down to build up again. The last time I lost 
control and came in her, one of the biggest, strongest of my life, so fierce that 
it was almost painful in my arse and balls as I emptied my cum in great spurts 
deep inside her.

We lay, all three, completely knackered, and at least temporarily satiated. 

'Are you going to fuck Myrtle now, Daddy. Fuck her while I suck her. That 
was the best! Sucked and fucked at the same time! That was the best!'

Mrs Coggins held my limp cock between thumb and forefinger. 'We'll have to 
do something about this first, my little Sally. Just watch this.'

My cock, still shocked and limp from the violence of my balls-emptying cum, 
was in her mouth. But then her finger was in my arse, and I felt her 
masturbating me there, slipping in and out easily, so I suppose she had 
moistened it in her own cunt before penetration. I felt my cock hardening. I 
was amazed!

'See my little angel. Now you try. First slip your finger up him. Yes, like that. 
Feel around. Can you feel a sort of lump at the front?'

'No. Oh yes! I can now.'

'Well, everso gently stroke and rub that. It'll make any man hard. And you can 
make a man cum just by doing that. If I wanted to get a client to leave quickly 
in the old days, I used to do that. Oh, and suck him at the same time.'

It was delightful My little angel sucking my cock (nothing new in that), but 
masturbating my arse so skilfully. I was soon rock-hard.

'My turn now. Suck me, my little blonde angel.'

Again side-by-side, again mouths on cunts, hands caressing and fondling. I lay 
beside Mrs Coggins and parted her arse cheeks, framed by the black lace of her 
panties. Which hole? That inviting, puckered rose, or the easier route of the 
cunt. I decided to start in her cunt. Later we'd see!  

It must have been Sally's tongue as my cock was scarcely into her when she 
was coming. She writhed so much it was difficult to keep in her, but finally 
she calmed.

'That was lovely, Sally. Now watch, and you'll see something not many can 
do.'

I wondered what bizarre practice she was going to inflict on me. I need not 
have worried.

'Sally I want you to stimulate his arse like I showed you. And you, sir, just lay 
and don't move.'

I felt Sally lay down behind me, her tits pressed into my back, her lips on my 
neck. Then her fingers slip into me, find the place, and start masturbating me. 
Mrs Coggins was pressed up against my front, my cock deep in her. She 
placed her lips over my mouth. I lay there sandwiched between the two bodies, 
one slender and girlish, the other full and womanly.

Then it started! I felt my cock being gripped and released by La Coggins' cunt. 
I felt good! The gripping and relaxing increased in speed till it was as if I'd 
dipped my cock in a bowl of eels. She was able to control her muscles so it 
was as if I was being milked, and Sally stroked and teased my prostate. 
Squashed between the two of them I could not have moved, though I dearly 
wanted to fuck. Yet I felt the excitement in my arse and cock mounting. Still 
that rolling, surging in her cunt went on. She must have sensed I was getting 
close, because, incredibly, the activity of her vagina increased even more. And 
I was coming! 

Sometimes, when I wanked, I would be motionless at the last moment, letting 
the cum spurt out 'hands-off'. This was like that, but so much more intense. 
I'm sure I swore as I came, and heard Sally laugh happily. Mrs Coggins was 
concentrating on milking me, and got her reward in spurt after spurt of my hot 
spunk.

The orgasm was so complete I must have dozed off. When I woke, Mrs 
Coggins had her nightdress on again, but Sally was naked. La Coggins was 
teaching sally how to grip with her cunt. One finger up her she was telling her 
'Grip it! Now relax!' Sex with Sally was going to get even better, I thought, 
and dozed off again.

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It would be a month or two after this that, apres-sex, Sally  asked me. 'Do you 
ever put on my panties, Daddy?'

'Good lord no, Sally. Why?'

Mrs Coggins says a lot of men do. She thinks most of her old clients liked that, 
or would have liked it if they tried.'

'Well, not your Daddy!'

'Seth does.'

'Where is Seth nowadays?'

'London. He's got a flat. And he does even more than that. He dresses as a girl 
all the time now. And he works as a singer and dancer in a posh London club. 
And he takes the very rich men home to his flat after. He's everso rich now.'

'Sounds interesting. Have you seen him?'

'No, but he's coming home next weekend. We could see him then.'

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'I've told him he's not to charge, sir. Not for you and Sally. Wouldn't be 
right.' 

They looked like a couple of tarts, which is what they were I suppose. She in 
black fish-net stockings, black high heels, a denim mini skirt, and a black and 
red basque. 'He' in a tight, figure hugging light blue silk dress, which left his 
legs bare to above mid-thigh. His legs were bare, but he wore silver high heels. 
His hair was shoulder length now, and the prettiest, shiniest hair you ever saw!

'Seth! Your mother didn't warn me! You're devastatingly lovely! I can't call 
you Seth!'

'Well thank you, kind sir!'

'She's Thalissa now. I always wanted a daughter. Give Mummy a kiss. 
Mmmmm.

'You can call me Lissa. Everyone does.'

Sally and I were both naked, so what we intended that evening was fairly 
obvious to both mother and daughter. Both came over to the bed, and Mrs 
Coggins embraced her favourite little plaything laying together on the blue 
satin coverlet, while, standing by the bed, Lissa and I kissed. I felt her leg force 
its way between my thighs, till her thigh was pushing against my hard cock. 

'Mummy told me you were big. And she knows. So do I, and I'm going to 
enjoy this.'

I was caressing her bottom, up under the mini-dress, and I could feel satin 
bikini panties. I could also feel her cock getting hard as her hands wandered 
over my back, down to my bottom, into my crease. I was going to enjoy this 
too. My homosexual experiences were limited (and seldom sober), but this 
was different. This was a girl with a cock: a feminine body, and a cock. I was 
quite excited! I slipped my hand between us and for the first time in my life I 
felt a hard cock under satin. I grasped it, and Lissa moaned.

'Unzip me. I don't want to crumple my frock. This silk creases so easily.'

I ran the zip down her back, and the silk slipped apart to show a perfect sun-
tanned back, flawless smooth skin. I kissed her between her shoulder blades as 
the robe slid to the floor.  She draped it carefully on a chair. There was 
something super-sexy about her shapely legs in their high heels, something 
especially provocative about bare legs in high heels. And her arse was just 
perfect for me. I realised that all my life I'd been looking for a boy's slender 
arse and hard bottom in all the girls I'd sought out and seduced.

We fell together onto the bed, beside the two lesbian lovers, who were at their 
pretty little kissing and sucking games. We kissed, caressed, writhed together, 
mouth-to-mouth, cocks rubbing. I felt her hands roving over my body, and was 
feeling the smoothness of hers. She was completely hairless. I felt inside her 
panties, and discovered a tuft of hair over her pubic bone. I wanted to see.She 
laughed as I drew her panties down over her legs. She was shaven except for a 
little square of blonde (dyed I imagine) hair at the root of her cock. Her 
hairless balls were so smooth they shone! She looked as if she had been cut.

She cuddled me again, and whispered in my ear, 'I want you to rim me and 
then fuck me!'

As she lay on her belly I thought how sexy she was. She still had a boy's (or 
teenage girl's) slender hips, and her shoulders would be broad for a woman 
(though not for a man), but whatever she had been taking for her tits had 
worked on her arse as well. It was smooth and rounded. I find the combination 
of the female contours of buttocks and the boyish slender hips so very, very 
sexy! I lay my cheek on them, and then kissed the top of her thighs: the flesh 
was cool to my lips. That two inches above the 'stocking tops' and below the 
mysteries of the crotch is so delightful. And she was as firm and smooth there 
as any of the air-brushed Hollywood starlets who had formed my desires those 
years ago, alone in my teenage bed. I licked, and she moaned and arched her 
body to make her arse more accessible.

I spread her cheeks, and her anus was pretty, pinkish-brown, and puckered. I 
have often rimmed girls, but never a boy. I kissed it, and licked, then 
penetrated with my pointed tongue. She giggled, and raised her hips higher, to 
give me another centimetre of her anus. I reached under her and found her 
cock, springy and warm to my touch. I lightly masturbated it while tonguing 
her.

'Please. Now, darling. Now! Fuck me!'

Sally had the oil and was spreading some over my cock, and then dripping it 
into that tanned, inviting crease. The smell of lavender permeated the room. I 
placed my knob, and like dipping it in a jar of honey I was in. I guessed she 
would want it hard, fast, and strong, and that is what I gave her. I admit I came 
too fast, not really giving myself time to enjoy her properly. But I suppose she 
was flattered that I found her so exciting. Anyway, I was soon pumping cum 
up into her.

Her arse expelled me with a 'plop', and Sally was wiping my cock on a towel.

Mrs Coggins had been watching, but also caressing her son-daughter , stroking 
her back and neck. 'He loves to be finger fucked, Lissa. We've taught him 
that.'

'Can I finger-fuck you? I'd love to!'

Now it was my turn to lay on my belly, while Sally dripped warm oil onto my 
anus. Then the feel of Lissa's finger penetrating me, seeking out the place. She 
found it and was rubbing my prostate. That familiar, pleasant pre-orgasm 
feeling spread through my rectum, to my balls, and my cock. I was getting hard 
again! My cock, crushed against the bed-linen was nearly ready for some 
more! How I wished I had learned the power of a finger in your arse years 
earlier! Never mind. This was good!

But the finger was removed! I started to protest, but then realised I was about 
to lose my virginity, and it was Lissa who would have it. I knew I was ready. 
In fact my arse was longing for it, though I must admit to being a bit 
frightened. Would it hurt?

Well, it did for a second, but then it was all right. I imagine Lissa was skilled 
and experienced, and she rode me gently at first, with long, slow sweeps in and 
out my arse, the knob never actually leaving me. This was good! And I was 
hard!

Sally and Mrs Coggins were sitting propped on the bed watching us. I noticed 
they were masturbating each other. Legs wide apart, fingers dabbled in the 
juices, tweaking, rubbing, stretching flesh.

'Harder than that, please. Lissa! Oh yes, like that.' I was surprising myself. I 
wanted to feel her thighs crash into my buttocks. She reached beneath me, and 
held my cock. I felt her tits against my back, the extra weight as she rested her 
full body on me. Her lips on my neck, her lips whispering sweet obscenities in 
my ear. A hand spanking my arse in rhythm with the thrusting of her cock. I 
realised I could cum like this, a cock stimulating my arse, hands on my body, 
lips on my flesh, the feel of her tits!

But she came first. I knew she had come as the cock slid so easily in her cum 
as it pumped into me. And her panting, and swearing!

Sally used the same towel to wipe that pretty cock.

'Me now. And since it seems to be the fashion today, in my arse.' La Coggins 
lay on her belly and presented those much-fuller buttocks to me. Sally was 
sucking Lissa now, the half-hard cock slipping in and out her mouth as she 
gobbled at it.

I had never fucked Mrs Coggins in the arse, but was certainly ready for it now. 
Again the lavender oil, and I was in her. I rested a second, fully inserted, and 
then Lissa was turning us over on our side, so she was laying 'spoon-shaped' 
against me. Lissa was erect again and I suddenly knew she was going to fuck 
her mother. Incest was another first for me, and I knew it would be incredibly 
exciting to take part in this threesome. La Coggins rolled very slightly over on 
top of me, still impaled by my prick, and her cunt was available, and open to 
Lissa. She laughed aloud with pleasure as that straight, slender cock was stuck 
into her. She was sandwiched between the two of us. Sally was stroking 
whatever she fancied, sometimes me, sometimes Lissa, sometimes her lesbian 
lover.

It took me longer this time, of course. And we had, Lissa and I, to find the 
correct rhythm so I could stay in her (it was easier for Lissa, course, in her 
cunt). Perhaps it was being double-plugged, perhaps it was the added 
excitement of being shagged by her son, but Mrs Coggins slipped into a series 
of orgasms. No sooner had one ended than the next began. I have had multi-
orgasmic girls, but never one like this. She went on, and on, and on. Finally it 
was Lissa who came, releasing me from the duty to hold back. And I came. 
too.

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It would be a couple of months after that the crisis came. I had been strolling 
in the meadows behind the village. It was a glorious summer afternoon. I heard 
voices and laughter from the wood beside the stream. I thought I could hear 
Sally's excited voice and laugh.

In a glade, just off the path, an idyllic scene presented itself. My Sally, her 
ebony skin gleaming in a shaft of sunlight that penetrated the tree-canopy, was 
kneeling on all fours. A naked village lad was fucking her from behind. I could 
see he was in her cunt. And another lad, bigger and more muscular, was 
fucking her in the mouth. Two lads were sitting slumped against the trunk of 
an ash tree, while a fifth stood by the threesome stroking his cock, clearly 
waiting his turn. Some empty beer bottles and cans were strewn around, and 
used condoms. At least she had the sense to make them use rubbers! Lord only 
knows where those cocks had been before this! I counted the condoms I could 
see, white or pink against the green grass. I could count seven! So this was 
second time round!

I didn't interrupt! But watched for a few minutes. The boy standing and 
masturbating was really quite attractive. Slender (you know I like slender 
bodies), not tall, tanned, and with the prettiest arse you ever saw. I knew in 
that moment what my old friend Happy saw in his boys. Perhaps I would try 
some of that. I had enjoyed Lissa's arse, and had certainly enjoyed being 
fucked in the arse that first and so far only time. I found myself wishing I'd 
had the opportunity to suck her cock. I'd put that right one day, I decided. I 
would certainly have liked to suck the blonde boy's prick at that moment.

But Sally was really getting past it, for my tastes. A woman like Mrs Coggins, 
with her big tits and wide hips, was all right for a change. But to keep me 
interested (and hard) all the time, I needed the skittish beauty of a teenage girl 
(or perhaps boy, I realised). As she knelt, rolling her arse at the boy fucking 
her, I could see how broad her hips had become, and no doubt her thighs were 
getting distinctly chubby. Her breasts were firm, still, but as she knelt I could 
see how they had grown. That and the promiscuous fucking I'd discovered all 
spoke of the need to replace her. I slipped back into the trees and continued my 
walk.

But how? Never easy to get rid of a girl!

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In the event the problem was solved by Sally herself.              

It was about ten in the morning. She was sitting on the edge of our bed 
varnishing her nails. The gesture, the pose, even her shape beneath the black 
satin negligee was womanly rather than the girl-woman whose mere presence 
let alone her touch had once been enough to fill me with lust.

'Daddy. You really like very young girls, don't you?'

I nodded.

'This is my sister, Felicity.' She got up and took a card from her handbag. It 
was a postcard-sized photograph. The photo was not good, black and white 
and a bit out-of-focus. Old film in a cheap camera I guessed. But the girl! I felt 
my cock stirring. Standing outside a hut, probably the same one I'd collected 
Sally from, what? three years before. You could see she was young, but tall 
and slender like so many of the lovely northern girls. Same school uniform as 
Sally that day I first saw her, bought her.  Trim ankles in her rubber flip-flop 
sandals, nice smooth, slim calves, hips still boyish under the pleated skirt, the 
usual crisp white blouse a bit on the tight side, and you could see her breasts 
would be small and firm. Her hair was done in one of those complicated 
braided styles they had such amusing names for, and her face was lovely. She 
was looking at the camera, but not boldly. There was a shy innocence in her 
eyes, like a fawn, timid, ready to bolt away. And a pretty smile. God! I wanted 
her at that moment more than anything.

'Daddy, I want to go to London with Lissa.'  The words came tumbling out 
now, as if she had prepared them before, as if from a script. Lissa says I can 
stay with her in her flat. A lot of her men would like a girl as well as a tranny. 
A lot of them would pay much, much more for a threesome. And, Daddy, I 
think I'm in love with Lissa. You know when we were with Sissi, I thought 
how nice it would be to go with a woman. And Lissa's a woman with a cock!'

She had been talking with her back to me. She turned round to face me. I was 
smiling, and I could see she was relieved to see that look on my face. 'Sissi 
says the Watchnight would get Felicity for you, same bride-price as me, and 
they could put her on the plane for you. Sissi says your friend Happy will give 
her a passport like mine, with you as her Daddy, and her as sixteen. She's 
nearly twelve, actually. '

She dug again in her handbag. This is 'Zebedee, my brother. Same father 
different mother. Watchnight is getting him as a house-boy for Happy. So we 
know he'll do the passport thing.' The boy was just what Happy would want. 
Still a boy, but just beginning to get the bulk of a man. And above all, a wide, 
smiling mouth. Quite big enough to accommodate Happy's cock, I thought. 
He'd soon get used to that, and have his arse opened and stretched, beneath 
those tight little khaki shorts. I wondered if the girl and the boy always wore 
blouse and shorts to show off tits and arse, or just for the photos! I studied the 
picture. I could almost understand what Happy saw in these young boys.

Sally was still rattling on. 'Or you could go out there and collect her yourself. 
That would be better in case there's any trouble at the airport. You could have 
her on your passport too. Sissi would have a party for all your old friends.'

'That's a better idea, Sally.' And I might even tempt myself with a little bit of 
cock-play, like Happy, I thought. Time I tried that, seriously, and sober! 

'You go to Lissa, Sally. I just want you to be a happy girl.'

'Oh Daddy, you're lovely. I was so afraid you'd be angry. You're a wonderful 
Daddy.' She was hugging me and kissing me. 'And now a treat for us both!' 
She slipped her negligee off. Beneath was her lovely white satin basque. 'She 
draped herself over my knees in the classic fashion. The white lace thong split 
her black buttocks so sexily.  'Now I want you to spank me. Hard as you like. 
And then bugger me, hard as you like.'

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