Cat-Walk Babes : by (c) Joyce Hamilton 

The slight breeze was just enough to make sitting in the afternoon sun 
tolerable. She looked across at her partner. He did not look too bad for his 
forty three years, she thought. Cropped hair went well with his stocky, 
muscular build. She personally waxed his chest, and thought the tan looked 
good, though the gold medallion on its heavy gold chain was, perhaps, a bit 
naff. Made him look like a gangster. She smiled. Which of course, was what 
he was. Or rather what he had been till his retirement after the last and biggest 
bank job a few months before. He had been looking at her, but she now 
followed his eyes past her, towards the promenade itself.

They were utterly delightful. Both barefooted, the girl had the tiniest white 
bikini. She was probably scarcely fifteen, with those long, slender teenage 
legs, that reminded Samantha of the young foals on her native Exmoor. But 
her tiny breasts were perfect round, firm, and you could see the hard little nuts 
of her nipples through the thin satin. And the tiny pouch of her cunt, in its 
gleaming white cover. Her tan was deep and all-over. Blonde hair to her 
shoulders and blue eyes. And the boy too. Was her Mack looking at the boy or 
the girl? The boy was special. A teen as well, probably no older than the girl. 
His hair was even lighter, so blonde as to be almost white, and his tan deeper. 
Hairless chest (Oh! how she disliked hairy men!), broad shoulders, strong 
looking without being too muscular. Flat belly, and those tight boxer shorts, 
the same white satin as his friend. Samantha could see the shape of his cock. 
Either he was half-hard, or he was hung!

As they passed she could see their buttocks, firm and shapely. The boy slipped 
his hand down from the small of the girl's back where it had been resting, 
slipped it down for a secret caress of that pert little rounded arse. She giggled, 
and her hand slipped down to caress him, only slipping down inside his trunks 
for one fleeting, wonderful second. Their step quickened as they walked into 
the distance.

'You're drooling, Mack.'

'Enough to make you, Sammy. You see them feeling each other.'

'Off to bed after a day on the beach, I should think. which one would you have 
first?'

'The boy, I think. Suck him. Then fuck the girl. You?'

'The boy, too. Have him fuck me and same time suck her off. You see how he 
was hung.'

'Not sure. May just be excited. I would be.'

'Me along too?'

'No, Sammy. I don't mind what you do, and love to hear about it. But I don't 
want to be part of it.'

'I love you Mack. I'm the same. You do what ever you want, but it's special 
when we're together. Bed now?'

'I'll be thinking about that boy while we fuck.'

'So will I, Mack.'

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Lying on the bed, air-conditioned, after our fuck, a glass of chablis.

'You know we could, Mack.'

'Could what?'

'Have boys and girls like that.'

'I'm rich, Sammy, but not that rich.'

'You know I used to be a model.'

'One of the best.'

'I'm still well enough known to have a good reputation. Here's how it would 
work. No! Leave my tits alone a minute and I'll explain.'

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Isha Hadsdrobal Stretched his legs out . The chair was not particularly 
comfortable, but he intended to enjoy the show.

That afternoon Mrs van Donken had passed him the glossy portfolios over the 
desk, and he had carefully worked through them. All her models were, in their 
various styles and ethnicities, quite delightful, but he had arrived at a shortlist 
of three, two female and one male, and finally made his selection.

He looked out of the side of his eye at Mrs van Donken beside him. She was, 
he thought, still good for her age. But his interests were nowadays wholly 
confined to youth. And the other models on the catwalk would merely whet his 
appetite for the main attraction.

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'We missed most of the show. There's only the evening dresses  now. But 
you'll see Alice in a minute or two.'

He was watching a long-legged black girl in a white dress which left little to 
be imagined. He took out his cigar case and started the ritual of lighting up. 
The woman beside him nudged him caught his eye, and shook her head. He 
put the case away.

He thought again of the photo album he had seen earlier. The girl was just 
fifteen. Expensive, but she looked as if she would be worth it. This evening 
was his chance to see her in the flesh, as it were, before finally committing 
$6000 for the rest of the weekend, Friday night through to Monday morning. 
The deal was that if he did not like what he saw, Mrs van Donken would 
return his cheque.

The woman grasped his arm, her grip lingering on his biceps. Alice was on the 
catwalk. He sat upright. There was a hiss in the audience as breath was drawn 
in through clenched teeth. She was lovely, everything he had expected. The 
contrast between her leggy, teenage body and the daring, adult costume she 
was modeling was absolutely devastating. They had given her a tiny bikini 
which would not have been out of place on a Brazilian beach. It was silver, 
and shiny, and above all tiny. The cups of the bra were no larger than a dollar 
coin, and he was sure he could see her nipples hard under the satin. He had had 
fashion models before, and knew the girls often touched their nipples with ice 
before entering the catwalk, to ensure that effect. Walking towards him, the 
pouch of her bikini hugged her crotch, and left little to his imagination. He 
thought of his tongue in those cunt-lips, certainly only lightly fringed with 
hair, possibly shaven naked.

His cock hardened, and he reached for his hat, placing it in his lap to hide the 
erection. Across the room  a middle-aged blonde woman caught his eye and 
smiled. He recognised Mrs Vandercuyp and raised his hand to his forehead in 
salute. She had noticed his gesture with the hat. He wondered if she was here 
for the same reason as himself. She was a randy slut, and a good bed-partner, 
as he knew very well.

Alice was walking away now. She had been taught the model's trick of placing 
one foot in front of the other, her silver high heeled sandals impossible for the 
beach. As a result her arse cheeks moved enticingly. The thin silver string of 
her bikini accentuated this joyful mobility . The woman beside him whispered 
the show was nearly over. Just one boy. He told her he was satisfied and she 
could keep the cheque.

The boy was, in his way, as lovely as Alice had been. They had given him a 
silver thong to wear, echoing hers. Barefooted, he walked the catwalk. Again 
the sound of air drawn in. His body was hairless. He may have been too young 
for body hair, and he was blonde so it would have been light, but Mr 
Hadsdrobal guessed he had been waxed ... and oiled. 

Across the way, he saw Mrs Vandercuyp  rise an inch or two in her seat, eyes 
fixed on the young god. He guessed she had bought him for the weekend, and 
thought he would be worth the price as well. He caught her eye for a moment 
and smiled, before both of the focused again on that pouch, showing off the 
pretty cock and balls under it, as much as it hid them. It was provocative, he 
thought. That was the word , provocative. An invitation to fondle and kiss 
those pretty jewels. The boy turned, and he imagined slipping his cock 
between those bottom cheeks, the secret rose just hidden by the silver thong.

And it was over. he said his goodbyes to his pimp, Mrs van Donken, and soon 
only he and his blonde former lover were left.

He chatted with her. 'Mine's the girl in the silver bikini.'

'I guessed so. Mine's the boy in the silver thong.'

'I guessed as much, too. Fancy a foursome?'

'Better still, come to my apartment. We'll have a couple of hours separate to 
enjoy our little friends, and then you bring her round to my room for your 
foursome.'

In the taxi Alice sat on his lap, while Kevin (that was the boy's name) sat 
between the two adults. He rationed himself to a hand on his girl's naked calf, 
and one on her decently covered breast as the taxi swayed, braked and 
accelerated.  The woman was kissing her boy. 

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Mr Hadsdrobal knew the room well enough. In his year-long affaire with Mrs 
Vandercuyp they had often used the huge four-poster bed, and enjoyed the 
reflections of their play in the mirrored wall. he looked at his watch. The 
viagra needed another half hour, and he did not intend to risk missing any of 
the delights little Alice promised.

'Did you get a chance to eat  this evening?'

'It was all a rush...'

'You get ready for bed, and I'll find something for you.' He kissed her on her 
forehead.

Alice undressed, her clothes in an untidy heap in front of a dressing table. She 
looked at herself in the long mirror. She liked what she saw. She ran her hands 
over her slim hips, and then up and over her pert little tits. She knew she was 
pretty, and sexy too. There was a hairbrush on the dressing table, and she sat 
and brushed her long blonde hair till it shone.  She stood again, ran a finger 
over her cunt and arse and smelt it. OK. She had showered with the other 
models just before the show, as usual. There were little bottles of perfume. She 
picked them up one by one, reading the labels and sniffing them. Picking the 
one she knew was the most expensive, she dabbed it behind her ears, between 
her breasts, and into the crack of her arse.

Where was he? He must have been gone twenty minutes. She slid the great 
mirror along to reveal a wardrobe full of dresses, coats, and at the far end a 
dozen or so night-dresses. She saw one in black silk, very fine, and nearly 
transparent. She took the hanger out and held it against herself. It would fit, 
and the combination of black silk and silver lace trimming was just stunning. 
She checked the label. Expensive! She  slipped it over her head , and closed 
the mirror-door. Lovely! That would put some lead in Mr Hadsdrobal's pencil!

There was a knock on the door.. He had a tray of bread, cheese, pates a bottle 
and two glasses.

'Now that really is lovely, Alice!.'

He set the tray down and opened the champagne with practiced ease . 'Get 
round, that young lady. I won't be long.'

He showered quickly, and was back , naked, just as the last of the bread was 
disappearing. The teenager had a healthy appetite, for food at least. He would 
soon discover her sexual appetite, he thought. He shook his cock into life, 
rubbing his fist up and down the shaft half a dozen times until it was rock 
hard. The viagra had cut in!

As he came through the door, Alice was frightened and excited by what she 
saw. Her eyes went first to his cock, pointing at her as he walked towards her, 
waving with each step. After the boys she was used to, it was huge, and it 
emerged from a dense forest of thick black hair. Her eyes took in his whole 
body. He was completely covered in hair from ankles to neck, thick and black. 
It seemed to be on his shoulders, back and bum too. She could only just see his 
balls and nipples through it. He was smiling and saying something. She 
thought his stocky frame would seem heavy on top of her, and she wondered if 
her tight little cunt would accommodate that monstrous cock. Her heart beat, 
partly with desire and partly with trepidation.

Isha liked what he saw. She was laying on the bed propped on one elbow, and 
had borrowed a sexy black see-thru nighty. As she lay there on her side, her 
nipples showed clear though the silk, and he could guess the roundness of her 
breasts: they were perfect, but small. Good! He preferred them small and firm. 
The nighty had ridden up, and her slender, tanned thighs were bare, though her 
cunt was decently covered : he could just make out the shape of her hips, and 
the triangle of her pubes. She had plundered Mrs Vandecuyp's dressing table, 
and her nails, fingers and toes, were varnished a bold, bright red. Her lips 
matched. The golden, shining hair, the black lingerie, and the scarlet nails and 
lips gave an impression of tartiness. The contrast between that and the slender, 
teenage body was exciting. He could not wait to get his hands on her, to have 
her.

She wondered if he would try to enter her immediately, his cock seemed so 
arrogant and insistent. As he stood over the bed, looking at her, she rolled over 
onto her back. He grasped each tiny ankle in his great, hairy paws, and lifted 
her legs, spreading them. He feasted his eyes on her legs, belly and cunt. She 
had an all-over golden tan: no tan-lines here. Only the inside of her thighs 
were lighter, and the tightly closed cunt lips. Everything about her was lithe 
and slim, legs, belly, hips, and even her cunt-lips were less plump than a 
grown woman's. She was completely hairless. He had been expecting the 
lightest fuzz, that you get on a blonde teenager, but she must have been waxed. 
Still holding her ankles, he nuzzled his face onto her mound, rounded and 
naked at the base of her flat belly. It was as smooth as silk. He sought out her 
lips with his mouth, and slipped his tongue between those tight lips. She 
sighed and raised her hips so slightly as his tongue found out her clit.

Her perfume was a heady mix of  Mrs Vandecuyp's scent, and that of a healthy 
girl. As he licked and nibbled, her lips opened, and he felt her clit raising 
harder against his tongue.

'That's, nice. Oh! Sir that's lovely.'

He was pleased she had already learned how to enjoy sex. Someone had taught 
her how to come. Some boy or girl in the stable of catwalk models had had a 
tongue in this lovely little honey-pot and licked the nectar. He felt her hands 
on his shoulders, clawing at the matted hair, and her hips raised and fell, 
rubbing herself against his nose and chin, as well as his mouth and lips.

He let go her ankles, and reached, both hands for her tits. He felt them round 
and firm under the lace and nylon of  Mrs Vandecuyp's borrowed night-dress. 
The nipples were hard under his palms as he stroked and squeezed her tits. She 
was coming now, and he took delight in her moans, squeals and panting grunts 
as she responded to his nibbling and licking. He tweaked each nipple between 
thumb and forefinger, and this tipped her over into orgasm. Her legs, freed 
now, closed round his face squeezing him, joining him to her, and her cunt 
ground against his mouth as she came. His face was soaked in her heady love-
juices, and her fingers raked his neck and shoulders, probably drawing blood, 
he thought, happily.

'Oh, Mr Hadsdrobal, thankyou. That was lovely!'

'Call me Uncle Isha, my angel.' He was laying beside her now, playing with 
her tits and stroking her naked belly. he stopped to kiss her, and felt her tongue 
playing over his teeth and palate. She might look like a completely innocent 
little angel, but someone had taught her how to kiss. 'That was nice for me too. 
who taught you to like that?'

'I  always did like it, Uncle.' She had reached between them and he felt her 
tiny hand grasp his erect prick. 'But mostly us girls do it.'

'Mostly?'

'Mostly.' She giggled.

He was so much bigger than either Freddie or Joseph, she thought. And so 
hairy. And his muscular body was so much more exciting than their slender, 
boyish frames.

'Let me take this off. I want to feel you against me.' As she sat up and slipped 
the night-dress over her golden head, he saw her tits were exactly how he liked 
them. He had no time for big-breasted women. These were his ideal, small, 
round, firm, with their tiny, hard nipples. He held her against him, and one of 
those little nuts was in his mouth. His hand, between her legs, found she was 
as aroused as ever, wet, slippery, and her clitoris erect.

The feel of his hairy body against her bare skin was new and exciting. She 
stroked his hairy back and bottom, and kissed his bull-neck. 'It makes me feel 
all tingly, your hairs I mean.'

'I want to fuck you, my angel.'

Her hand was on his cock again, stroking and gripping it. 'You're so big...'

'I'll be careful and gentle...'

She wanted him so badly now. Her cunt had been woken up by his sucking, 
and it needed to be filled by a hard cock. Yet he was twice the size of her two 
previous partners, and her desire was mixed with fear. He had rolled her over 
on her back, legs apart, and was grasping his cock himself now, rubbing it 
along her slit. That was nice, she thought. But...

'Please, Uncle Isha.'

The knob slipped in easily enough, And there was no squeal of pain as he 
gradually eased some of the shaft up into her. She was wet and slippery, but 
tight of course. Lovely and tight, he thought, and yet some boy had been here 
before him. Good. The idea of a virgin was interesting, but in his experience, 
sex with a virgin was a painful and sometimes bloody business. Better by far a 
willing girl, sharing his pleasure. There was a gasp when, with this thought, he 
pushed the whole length in until his hairy pubes rested on her delicate, shaved 
mound. He kissed her, resting his weight on his elbows. 'All right?'

'It's nice, Uncle. You can fuck, I think...'

Her hips were rising, pushing her clit against him.

He withdrew several inches, and then pushed in again. Again that gasp, but her 
hips certainly rose to meet him. She was biting the side of his chest, and they 
were fucking properly now. He wished he could reach her tits with his mouth, 
but she was too short. He rested on one elbow, and felt for one of those lovely 
breasts. As he squeezed and handled it, she was fucking harder. No matter how 
hard and fast he fucked, she kept his rhythm, and her belly crashed into his. 
She was making her squeaking and panting noises now, and he forgot all 
restraint, collapsing his full weight onto her and fucking as fiercely as if he 
were with a hundred dollar whore, not a delicate  little angel. But she loved it. 
She was coming, her arms round his shoulders, clawing at his back. He was 
too! And as she came he pumped his cum into her, long, fierce thrusts, each 
one delivering its load.

They lay silent and temporarily spent.

But he was till hard. Viagra!

'Kneel for me, my angel.'

She knelt, her bottom towards him, and felt him part her buttocks.

He looked at her secret arsehole, nestling between those tanned cheeks, 
hairless in its pretty little slit. He knelt himself and kissed her there, slipping 
his tongue into her anus.

Now she really was afraid. she had not even let Freddie have her there, though 
he had begged her, and was even smaller than Joseph. 'Please, Uncle, not 
there! You are too big. Please. It would hurt dreadful.'

He looked at that pretty little rose, and slipped his finger in. 'No my angel, not 
there. Here!' He slipped a thumb into her cunt, wet now with his cum as well 
as her's. Good job he'd been sterilised. He hated rubbers. But he would have 
her arse before she left. No good fucking her in the arse now, however much 
he wanted to. It would hurt her. she would scream and weep, and probably 
sulk for the rest of his weekend. No, he wanted a willing, and sunny little 
angel to fuck and suck him happily all weekend. Time to shag her in her 
arsehole was Monday morning, just before he returned her to the Van Donken 
woman. He could ram it up her and it wouldn't matter if it hurt her by then. He 
leaned and rimmed her again, but then put his knob into her cunt, the lips open 
and eager now.

He pushed his whole length in. She screamed. She could accommodate his 
girth, but not his length.

'That hurt!'

'Reach under and put your hand round it. That'll make it shorter.'

It was ok now, and, a hand on each of her hips he fucked, feeling her grip on 
his cock, and also her fingers playing with her clit as the shaft moved in and 
out. She was making the orgasm noises he had heard before, and this time he 
did not feel like delaying. He reached round her and grasped one tit in his paw, 
squeezing it as his thighs crashed into her bottom cheeks. She came a second 
before him, and they collapsed on the bed, his cock throbbing and her cunt 
clutching at it.

Minutes later, he rolled off her and reached for his watch. Not quite twelve, 
but near enough. He remembered the blonde boy! Time to go next door.

He was temporarily sated, though as he looked at the pert, tanned bottom 
beside him, as Alice lay on her belly, this feeling would not last long. The girl 
squealed as he slapped her rump. 'We're going visiting. Take your nightie, and 
your panties and come with me. Your shoes too I think. No. No need to get 
dressed. It's only next door.'

His cock was limp, despite the viagra. That would not do. He wanted to make 
a grand entrance! He took her head in his hands, his fingers slipping through 
her golden hair. Her skull felt so small under his palms. He directed her face 
over his cock. she knew what he wanted, and her lips were round it, warm and 
wet.

He was bigger than Freddie, she thought, even when he was not hard. but he 
would like the same as her boyfriend. She sucked hard, and let her tongue 
flicker up and down the vein at the front of it. She felt it growing bigger, and 
now slipped it in and out her lips, still sucking as hard as she could. He was 
gripping her head in both hands, and her hands were on his hairy hips, 
steadying herself as he fucked her in the mouth. She could taste herself on his 
cock, and also his cum. she wondered if he would come in her mouth : she 
hoped so. She loved it when Freddie did, when they had not got a condom. She 
was glad she had been told he was sterilised and 'safe' for her. It had been nice 
to feel his slippery cum in her cunt just now.

He let go her head and pulled his cock from her mouth. He was satisfied: he 
had a nice erection to show the woman and boy next door.

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He sat on the settee beside Mrs Vandecuyp, and kissed her lightly, socially on 
her cheek. Her black suspender belt, stockings and stilettos merely accentuated 
her nakedness. He touched her inviting breast.

'You've got lovely breasts, Amy.'

She laughed. 'They should be good. They cost a fortune in getting them that 
good.' But she enjoyed the flattery, he could see.

The boy and girl stood in front of them, half embarrassed but eyeing each other 
with interest. They could have been brother and sister, twins even. The same 
height, the same all-over tan (no tan-lines at the insistence of the model 
agency), the same blonde hair, the same light blonde fuzz above their pubes, 
but shaven genitals, the same blue eyes, the same slender, long-legged teenage 
bodies. Her tits were small but pert, like her bum, and Hadsdrobal was 
reminded by her still swollen cunt lips and the hard little nub of her clit 
peeping out that there had been some thorough oral and fucking earlier.  The 
boy's cock was limp, hanging prettily, his balls naked and tight in their sack  
suggested Mrs Vandecuyp had done an equally thorough job draining him.

Mrs Vandecuyp broke the silence. 'Now Kevin, do something nice for Mr 
Hadsdrobal.'

He knew what was wanted, and fell to his knees in front of the hairy male. He 
had sucked boys before but never a full grown male. He rested his palms on 
those stocky thighs, and could clutch handfuls of matted hair. He felt two 
hands on his head, forcing in down towards the flaccid cock. He took the knob 
between his lips. It tasted of cunt, so he knew where it had been. The hands 
left his head and were now caressing his shoulders.

'And Alice, you do something for Mrs Vandercuyp.'

The girl was instantly on her knees and without any of the reluctance the boy 
had shown, had her lips on the woman's cunt, as those nylon-stockinged legs 
stretched and opened for her.

But Kevin was enjoying this now. The man was caressing his neck and 
shoulders, sometimes running his hands through the boy's fine, wavy hair. It 
was very sensuous, and he loved the feeling of that cock hardening in his 
mouth, the feeling of power it gave him over this massive male. He found he 
needed to hold the root of his prick in one fist to stop it hitting the back of his 
throat and the breadth of it was cracking his jaw. But he gobbled away at it, 
using all the tricks the other boys had taught him, tickling his balls, tapping the 
anus with an index finger, or reaching up and combing fingers through the 
matted chest and belly hair. finding a nipple and tweaking it gently. He could 
taste pre-cum now. He decided he must be a 'size queen', one of the terms he 
had learned in the model-school. He loved this huge, hard cock, and the 
massive balls in their silky, hairy sack.

Beside him, his colleague Alice was eating a cunt out, rubbing her whole face 
up and down the slit (hairless, as like many society women, Mrs Vandercuyp 
liked to have it waxed regularly), so that her nose and even her chin rubbed 
against the nub of her clit. The woman was moaning now, 'Yes, yes, yes, 
yes........' She grasped the blonde head in both hands and held it against her 
open crotch, forcing those lips to nibble and tease at her clit as she came.

Mr Hadsdrobal was moaning with pleasure too, but had no intention of coming 
again yet. Even with the large dose of Viagra he had taken, that would not be a 
good idea! His arms under the boy's shoulders he lifted him away from the 
cock. The boy was reluctant to leave it, till he realised what was wanted.

Now he stood on the settee, straddling Mr Hadsdrobal's hairy frame. He was 
pulled inwards, and felt hands caressing his bottom cheeks, one for each 
cheek. Then Mr Hadsdrobal's face nuzzling him in his crotch.

Mr Hadsdrobal Parted those cheeks, and rested the edge of each palm in the 
deepest recess of the crack. Pulling the boy to him he pressed his nose to the 
light fluff, and then the pretty little cock. He could smell Mrs Vandercuyp on 
him. He licked the tight skin of the boy's sack, nearly hairless, and wrinkled at 
the moment. Then he licked that cock. Finally he took the knob between his 
lips, and sucked the whole length into his mouth. He tickled it with his tongue, 
still sucking, and was rewarded by the feeling of an small erection beginning. 
He licked a finger, and moistened the boy's anus. still sucking him. Then the 
tip of his finger in the boy's arse (said by his Agency to be virgin, but then 
they had said Alice was virgin, too. And that clearly was a lie, or rather a 
marketing ploy, he thought. Scarcely any virgins at twelve now, at least not as 
pretty as these two).

Beside him, The girl was straddling Mrs Vandercuyp's face, resting on the 
back of the settee. And she was having her cunt properly serviced, lesbian 
style. 

He pulled the boy into him till that hairless belly was pressed against his 
bristly face. The boy groaned as he sucked, his cheeks hollowed. The boy was 
holding his head, fingers gripping in thick, black hair. The boy moaned again, 
and now he was fucking into the welcoming mouth. 
Mr Hadsdrobal had his finger right in that tight anus and was stroking its 
prostate. He was rewarded by the first taste of pre-cum, and as his tongue 
flickered up and down the cock, moving frantically in and out, the boy's hips 
jerked and he spunked into his mouth. He sucked and swallowed as the boy 
thrust and thrust again, and then the boy pulled his cock, still half hard, away.

The girl must have come, unnoticed by the two males, as the two females were 
now sitting side by side, whispering, and fondling each other's breasts.

'He is very pretty, your little boy.'

'An angel. Thank you for lending him to me.'

'And thank you for this little darling.' She kissed the girl again. 'He would 
make a very pretty girl.'

'Let's try!' He reached and picked up Alice's panties. 'Here. Put them on.'

'Oh no! I couldn't!'

'Oh yes! You could. To please me, you could.'

The boy stood and, blushing, slipped the up over his bottom. They were tight, 
and his half-hard cock made a pretty bulge.

'And this.'

The see-through nightie slipped over his shoulders.

'And these.'

He stood in her high-heeled slippers, every inch a pretty teenage girl.

'Delicious! Kiss me!'

'I feel silly.'

'But you look lovely. And your cock is standing again, so it does something 
for you too. Don't deny it.'

While the two stood, embracing, Mr Hadsdrobal stroking the boy's back and 
satin-covered arse, he surreptitiously reached for the tube on a side-table, one-
handed opened it, and squeezed onto his fingers. He placed a portion between 
his own arsecheeks, and the rest up inside those panties and into Kevin's 
crack. As his finger slipped again, more easily this time, into that arse, he 
whispered. 'Have you ever had Alice?'

'No, sir, 

'Would you like her?'

'Can I?'

'Put your finger in my bum too. Ah! That's good.'

The two kissed as they finger-fucked. Kevin felt that cock hard again, pressing 
against his in its silky pleasure.

'Have you ever been fucked, Kevin? Buggered?'

'Oh yes, sir. But never by one as big as this.' He reached between them and 
grasped Mr Hadsdrobal's prick,'

'I'll be gentle, and you'll love it.  Amy, I hate to interrupt your obvious 
pleasure, but have you still got that strap-on?'

'I have, Isha, and it's under the cushions of the settee.'

'Well, this is what I'd like to do.'

The girl was seated, legs apart, on the settee. Her hairless lips were parted and 
plumped from all the fucking and sucking of the night, but they still gleamed 
with the juices of her excitement. She was ready for more,

The boy was knelt in front of her, his nightie raised at the front, and his panties 
pulled aside to allow his cock its freedom. Mrs Vandercuyp's hand was round 
it, her other opening Alice's cuntlips even further as she guided it in.

'Now wait like that. Don't fuck her properly until we're all set up.'

Mr Hadsdrobal was greasing his cock. More exactly he was running his fist up 
and down the well-greased cock, enjoying the feeling, and savouring that 
pretty bottom in front of him. He knelt and lifted the nylon nightie. He pulled 
the panties crotch aside, and placed his knob. He eased it in, gently as he had 
promised. The boy flinched but did not protest.

Mrs Vandercuyp was finishing strapping on the dildo, thick black rubber, 
cock-shaped. The leather straps went round her waist, but also her thighs. She 
knelt behind the trio, and slid it into  Mr Hadsdrobal.

'Now!'

It started from the back, The dildo slipping out and then in. And then Mr 
Hadsdrobal was moving inside Kevin, and finally the boy's cock was moving 
inside Alice. It took a few moments for them all to get the rhythm right. First 
Kevin kept pulling back too far, slipping out of the slippery little cunt, tight as 
it was. Then, just as he got it right the cock in his arse slipped out. But finally 
they were all going at it like a well-oiled locomotive. If you asked them later 
they wouldn't know who came first, but in fact it was Mr Hadsdrobal. He had 
one hand up under the boy's nightie, the other holding the satin panties aside. 
Over the boy's shoulder he could see Alice's orgasm beginning, her pretty face 
screwed up, her eyes closed, and this was too much for him. with massive 
thrusts, that the boy nonetheless accommodated, he pumped his spunk into 
him. Kevin felt the thrusts, and then the cock moving easier as his anus was 
lubricated by hot cum, and felt himself coming. At that very instant the girl he 
was fucking climaxed. What of  Mrs Vandercuyp with her strap-on? She 
always found it exciting to shag a male, and Mr Hadsdrobal was an old 
partner, but the pressure of the strap-on on her own cunt-lips was not enough 
to tip the excitement over into orgasm. As the moans, sighs, and oaths from in 
front of her rose to a crescendo, she reached under and found her clit with two 
fingers. The slightest rubbing, and she was coming too.

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Next morning Sally, the maid, brought in her mistress's coffee. Two cups, as 
she had seen the young boy arrive the night before. She was amused, but also 
excited at the scene before her eyes. On the great bed the bear of a man she 
recognised as Mr Hadsdrobal was laying on his belly, his face resting on a 
blonde teenage girl's thigh. The boy was lying on his back, her mistress's leg 
across his chest. All were fast asleep. She giggled at the sight of the boy in her 
mistress's seethough nightie, panties beneath. But out of the side of the panties 
peeped the prettiest little cock. Dreaming, he had an erection. She put the tray 
down, and leaned over him. Gently she took it between her lips, mouthing him 
through the silk. He moaned and reached out, feigning sleep now. He reached 
up under her black silk mini skirt and felt her stockinged thighs. His hand 
slipped further up, to warm flesh above the stocking-tops. He felt her lift his 
nightie, and his naked cock in her warm, wet mouth. His hand reached further 
up, and found the naked, shaven cunt. He rubbed and teased her clit as she 
sucked him. He felt himself coming, and she swallowed every drop, though 
after the exertions of the night there would not have been much.

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