A FAMILY AFFAIR by (C)Hamilton Joyce  mm Mm ff Ff tg Fdom MF FM inc M+F+
Something for everyone in this tail (not necessarily in the above order!).

                    Chapter One : A Resolution.

The day they arrived I made a resolution. I'd have them all. One by one. Two 
by two. All of them together. I'd enjoy their firm, scrubbed middle-class 
bodies. Teach them the joys of incest.

I'd been sitting in the morning sunshine my feet on a window ledge when 
they drove up. A new Volvo 'brick' came cautiously into the garden, up the 
gravel drive, and stopped in front of the fake classical portico. A furniture 
van followed closely. Three teenagers tumbled from the car, animated, 
laughing and excited. Then a woman. As she stretched, I enjoyed my first 
sight of her shapely body. Then from the van another man, another teenager, 
and two men in overalls. I'd formed no ambitions regarding the last two! But 
the new family next door were worthy of a second glance.

I put away the book I was reading, and adjusted my cock as I got up. 

A shower, shave and dressed in my youngest and sexiest tracksuit. I was 
ready.

I should explain I haven't worked since winning the lottery, enough to keep 
me in sex and booze for the rest of my days, and some left over. I have a 
large seventeenth century house, once in the country but now in a good 
suburb west of London. In the garden I've built a second ranche-style place 
that I used to keep boys and girls in for my amusement. They were a bit of a 
handful, though, so I kicked them out. Hence the letting, and the new 
arrivals.
Mr and Mrs, and a son and daughter were sitting on the patio enjoying a 
drink.

'I should introduce myself. I'm Jack Hardy. I live next door.'

'And you must be our landlord,' replied the man. 'I'm Tony Armstrong, and 
this is my wife Fiona.'

'Call me Fi. Everyone does,' she said. Her smile was mischievous. 'And this 
is David and Emma.'

David was an athletic lad about eighteen, I thought. His blonde hair was cut 
short and everything about him was clean, handsom and very, very sexy. I 
shook his hand  firmly and resisted the temptation to hold onto it for a second 
more than is done. 'You'll find a tennis court round the back of my place, 
and there's a swimming pool, heated, in the old stable block at the side. 
Please all of you feel free to use it whenever you want....I decided not to 
fence off the garden....it seemed a pity to spoil it....so if you want to walk or 
sit in the grounds, again feel free. They are extensive, and there are some 
surprises in the remoter corners.'

'That's very generous of you, Mr Hardy,' said Emma.

'Please call me Jack...' Emma was the female counterpart of her brother, 
though probably a couple of years younger, I guessed. Yes, sixteen. A tall 
blonde with long, long legs that went
all the way up to a tight, pert, rounded little bum. Not much was hidden by 
the sawn-off, or rather torn-off jeans, frayed a tiny inch above the plump slit I 
could half guess at, with the denim hugging its shape.  Her nipples were 
outlined through the tight ,white t-shirt.Either she didn't wear a bra, or 
possibly her nipples were unusually long and firm. Probably the former, as in 
my experience blonde teenagers have rosy little buds. For the sort that poke 
your eyes out, look to Mediterranean lovelies.

'We all enjoy swimming and tennis,' Fi commented.
 
 ...Yes, and some other sports no doubt....my dirty mind added, but silently.

'Can I get you a drink?'

'Whisky, thanks. No ice, no water.'  David and Emma got their colouring 
from their mother, Fi, a honey blonde. If you think of Doris Day in her early 
forties you'll have the idea. Tony by contrast was dark haired and by the look 
of his fore-arms in his rolled-up sleeves must have a lot of body-hair.I hoped 
so. And hoped I should soon be twisting it between my amorous fingers. 
'When you arrived I thought I saw two others....?'

'Oh, that's my twin brother Peter, and Emma's sister. Trina is Emma's twin 
too, though you wouldn't guess to look at them.' David smiled and absent-
mindedly rubbed the bulge of his crotch. I don't expect he knew he'd done it, 
but the message was telegraphed to me. I guess I was also the only one to 
notice he'd got the beginnings of a hard-on....or else his cock was immense! 
......but then I would notice this, I always do when the boy is handsom....or 
pretty.

'Hullo!' I thought. 'You've got the hots for your sister. This could prove 
useful.

'Trina and Emma are in sixth form at St Hildegard's Convent, David's at 
Oxford, and Peter's doing design at Art School.' This from the proud mother. 
'I don't know where Peter and Trina are. I expect you'll bump into them 
sooner or later.'

The ice broken, opportunities for meeting....and seduction...established 
through the garden and pool, I finished my drink and left them to their 
unpacking.

My resolution on first seeing them was confirmed. How, where, and with 
whom it would start, I'd leave to the gods.


                                                 Chapter 2 : David

If you'd asked me to guess, it wouldn't have been David I seduced first. Our 
English counterpart of the all-American boy, and he turns out to be as bi as 
his wicked and reprobate uncle Jack. And within a couple of hours .

I was in my study when the bleeper for the pool went off. I turned on the 
CCTV...I've set them up just about everywhere and even considered hiding 
them next door.But cameras and transmitters are still too bulky as yet, and it 
would be embarrassing if one were found. They'll never find the bugs .....but 
that's for later in this tale.

There he was in glorious colour (no costs spared in my quest for sexual 
pleasure). The boy David leisurely took off his t-shirt, and slipped off his 
trainers and socks. He looked around him.....modesty.....this will make the 
seduction even tastier. He slipped the shorts down showing me the slim hips 
and well-muscled bottom. He was circumcized. Good. I prefer that.
As he bent to put on his trunks he luckily turned his back to the camera, 
showing me the cleavage of his arse and the dark secret hole I coveted. He 
plunged into the pool, did five lengths in a strong crawl, and heaved himself 
out like the athlete he is, showing firm biceps and shoulder muscles. I 
watched as he dried roughly, dressed and ambled out. All this is on video!

I looked out of the window, and watched him enter the woods. With my 
binoculars I saw he had a  magazine stuck in his shorts back pocket. I 
recognised it..... porn....what the kids call a cunt book.' I know what you're 
going to do', I thought, 'and I might just be able to help you.' I gave him a 
ten minute start, put on my shorts...no shirts, pants no socks, and followed.

A Greek God! I found him sitting with his back against the huge old oak. 
sitting on his towel with his sweat shirt pulled up and stretched across his 
hairless, tanned chest. His shorts were round his ankles, and he was slowly 
and softly wanking. I watched for two or three minutes from behind a myrtle 
bush, admiring the exciting young body, and promising myself the full 
pleasure of it. I slipped my hand down into my shorts and encouraged my 
own prick to full erection as David turned the page of his mag, and his stiff 
prick twitched, untouched for a moment.

As I watched his left hand moved from the right nipple it had been fondling 
and reached under his leg. He fondled the back of his thigh. He moved over 
onto one cheek of his arse, and gently rubbed the outer lip of his bottom-hole 
with his index finger. His other hand moved rhythmically up and down his 
prick.I could see the skin move up and down as he gripped it more strongly at 
some times than others. He left the large, ruby knob untouched while 
concentrating on the shaft, and especially the veinous front. His hand left his 
arse and he turned another page in his mag.....from where I was peeping I 
couldn't see whether it was girls or boys....or even my own beloved trannies. 
I was looking forward to finding out: knowledge is everything in the 
seduction game. In any case, I doubted how much longer I could wait, 
watching.

The new page must be good, as the strokes increase for a second. However, 
David doesn't want to come yet as with a moan in his throat he stops for a 
moment. His legs stretch, the muscles under his lightly-haired thighs 
tensing.and I can see his cock straining upright, so erect that its straight stem 
nearly touches his flat belly as he sprawls back. He pulls the cock down and 
it springs back, striking his stomach just below the dimple of his belly-
button.With his right hand he clutches the root of the stem, delaying the 
climax, until the tension passes.

Then....oh joy!....as he starts jerking off again, I see him moisten his index 
finger, slip his hand again under his arse-cheeks, and insert his index finger 
gently into his anus. So this is why he, painfully, delayed his climax a 
moment before. The reader will see the importance of this to me. David had 
learned....or been taught?....to find pleasure in the titillation of his arse-hole. 
Now I knew I would sooner or later have the delight of buggering those 
smooth but firmly muscled arse-cheeks.

It's time for me to join in. Don't want him to come off before I can help. And 
in any case my own hard-on is demanding more and more.  

I walk the two or three paces up to David and plonk myself down beside him. 
Oh Dear! He's desperately embarrassed, blushes bright red, and tries in vain 
to pull up his shorts.

'Don't worry, David. Everyone enjoys a wank. In fact I feel like one myself. 
Can I share your book?'  Without waiting for an answer I pick it up where he 
has dropped it , unzip and let 
my cock spring out. Nonchalantly...what an actor!......consumed by 
excitement, I move my hand up and down my prick, groaning with pleasure. 
David visibly relaxes. The fish has taken the bait, and will certainly be 
hooked today, and perhaps landed. I undo the  button on my shorts' 
waistband,open it completely, and allow my cock to stand free while I jerk.

I flick through the crumpled magazine. It's a dull, 'normal' affair, 
man/woman each page. I stop at a photo of a woman kneeling down, with a 
man about one inch up her, less than the whole knob. In her cunt, not arse. 
The black suspenders stretch over plump thighs, and her bottom is 
delightfully rounded. It is, however, the man's prick that will serve me best 
now.

'Look at this, David. Now that's what I like.'  

 The photographer had arranged his shot so anyone looking at it would be 
more aware of the cock than of the woman. The cock and lean angular arse of 
of the male, as his muscles clenched for the thrust he was about to make. 
'Looks as if he's enjoying his fuck. Still a good wank's not a bad second 
best.' I laughed. 'What do you think, David?'
e thought a second, still caressing his prick. 'I like the ones best where he has 
her arse. There's one later in the book. I'll show you.' He flicked through it, 
and yes, it was the same couple , but bum fucking, missionary-style.
                                                         
                                                                                    
David's hand moved again round to his arse, and the finger slipped in again. 
'I think you like the idea of having a cock in the arse', I said. He didn't reply, 
but came in great spurts, one of which landed on his upper lip. As his hand 
extracted the last pleasure to be had from the twitching prick, I saw his 
tongue lick the drops of come. 'And the taste of spunk too......'
He   smiled. As I promised myself his mouth as well as his bottom, I came. 
David watched rapt, his eyes shining with excitement as one large spurt and 
two smaller ones annointed my chest and belly.

'I enjoyed that too. Thanks for the loan of the book!  It looked good for you?'

'Oh yes! Its the first time I've wanked with someone else. My cock is nearly 
hard again, watching you, Jack..... I've always been a bit......well...shy I 
suppose....though my mates used to do it when we were younger...I 
sometimes watched, but didn't join in. I often think about it now, and wish I 
had. ' He paused and smiled before he spoke. My heart leapt at his 
beauty.'Now I'm in College it's more difficult. Not so much because there's 
no available partners....and good-looking too...but somehow it's all a bit 
heavy, much more serious there. The Gay scene at Oxford really is a bit 
heavy....Oh! I do wish I had more sex fun with the boys at School: I was a 
day-boy. The boarders had much more sex-fun than us. So I missed out, and 
now it's all a bit difficult.

'Well, you missed a lot, but life is long and there's plenty of time to catch up. 
I tell you what...don't waste that hard-on you're getting again....I've got 
something better than dirty books.....blue videos. Why not come over to my 
place now and have a look? You'll love it.' Without waiting for an answer I 
pulled him to his feet, wiped the lovely thick spunk from his belly (I didn't 
touch his cock...yet), pulled up his shorts, pulled up mine. In a moment we 
were on our way, to expand the sexual education of this fascinating youth.

I have several bedrooms. They all have the same basic equipment....video 
players, music, hidden cameras etc, but they're decorated in different styles. I 
took David to the Gay Bachelor Room. This is spartan. A few book cases 
(gay books of course), two very good pictures of male nudes (both erect), an 
armchair, black leather stool, a couple of wardrobes, one for clothes and one 
for equipment, a kingsized double bed with pristine white sheets, and at the 
foot of the bed a huge mirror. David looked puzzled as I pushed the remote 
and the mirror parted to reveal a wall-sized TV screen. I chose a video .

The tape had already been started, and the opening shot was of the most 
beautiful female arse, presented shaven to the camera.
                                                                                                                                                     
'Does that remind you of anyone?'

'My sister Emma has got hair like that.....'

'She's got a lovely figure as well from what little I've seen.'
                                                                                                                                           
'Yes, she's very pretty. The prettiest girl I know.'

The tape was running, and now the action was getting hotter. 'There, David. 
That's what you wanted. Look how strongly he's pushing his cock up her 
arse. You wouldn't think a young
girl like that could take it. He's a bear isn't he! Can you hear the slap of his 
thighs against her lovely little bottom? Or is it his balls slapping up against 
her cunt? Look how her finely
manicured finger is rubbing her clitoris... Do you prefer it with her naked, or 
would you want her to wear suspenders and stockings like in your book?

I could see David's hard cock, straining against the cloth of his shorts, 
twitch. The circumcized knob was outlined. The sight of this, much more 
than the video, caused stirrings in mine too. 'I think I'd like stockings and 
high heels, Jack, but it's smashing to see her naked like this too. God, she's 
got lovely tits...as nice as Emma's....'

'Yes they are wonderful. But kneeling down as she is you get them at their 
very best. That's one reason why shagging from behind is so good. The other 
is obvious...a clear choice of cunt or arse-hole. Look, he's holding one tit 
with one hand, and masturbating her clit with the other. By his face, he's 
going to come...in these films they always take their cocks out and come all 
over their partner, just to show it's not faked I suppose. And in any case I 
love to see it come.'

'Me too. I enjoyed watching you spurt just now...'

'I like seeing it, but it's nice to come inside, or at least that's what I prefer. 
Whichever place. I mean cunt, arse, or mouth. It's all good! Look at that 
spunk!Lovely! All over her back! I love watching it come, spunk arcing 
through the air. He didn't come as far as you did though, did he? And he 
hasn't got as much as you, either. And it's not as thick and creamy. It looks 
thinner, not as sticky. What it is to be a teenager!' And, in passing, what it is 
to be discussing spunk with a handsom boy! 'Look, he's spreading it out, and 
rubbing it in. Resting his knob against her arse again....se how open it is now. 
Oh, that's the end.....shall we look at some more.

'Oh yes, Jack. I'm so randy. Any with...say...two men and a girl?'

We'd better get on the bed. No...take your shoes off. And while we're about 
it, we'd better undress. your shirt and shorts are all dusty from the oak tree, 
and these sheets are nice and crisp.' I stepped out of my shorts...my cock 
waving upright as I did so.

A moment's hesitation and David pulled his t-shirt over his head, and 
dropped his shorts. Stepped out of them. Again I admired his young body , 
but leaped onto the bed with a great thump. 'Here we go then,' I said, as he 
joined me more quietly on the counterpane.

I restarted the tape.

There we were, naked, forty and eighteen, male, hard cocks, two inches apart 
and not touching each other. The excitement I felt had nothing to do with the 
dull video, and the sultry look in David's eyes was at least as much to do 
with having a mate with whom to share his sex fantasies..and perhaps more.
                                                                                      
As we gently wanked I studied the body of this striking lad. He was about six 
foot....broad shouldered....narrow-hipped. Blonde, his pubic hair was tight 
little honey-blonde curls, and didn't reach his stomach. His chest was smooth 
and hairless, showing off the developed pectoral muscles, and with the 
smallest of pink nipples. His legs had a light fuzz of blonde hair, as had his 
forearms. No hint of Charles Atlas, he was nonetheless a delightful, fit, firm-
bodied treat for me.....

And his cock! Firm and straight, no hint of a bend or kink, white as far as the 
red knob.The helmet was aesthetically most pleasing its large size in 
proportion to the unusual girth and length. He was tanned with that golden 
glow blondes can get when their skin and muscle tone is perfect, except that 
the arse-cheeks and lovely white triangle of untanned flesh so attractive to 
lovers of the rear entry position. I was hypnotised by him as we lay there 
playing with our own cocks.

 On the screen a girl was taking one man in the cunt and the other in her 
mouth.

An idea! I reached to the side table and took a pot of cold cream. I rubbed a 
dollop on my cock. 'David, you'll get sore if you go on like that,' I said. 
'Here, have some of this.' Withthis, I took another dollop with my right hand 
(nearest to him) and again nonchalantly leaned over to rub it into his cock. 
Nonchalant, as if there is nothing more ordinary and everyday than a man 
rubbing cold cream into the penis of a beautiful young boy

   David stopped wanking, and clearly wanted me to carry on...his legs 
stretched out and relaxed, as he placed his hands behind his neck, leaning 
back against the padded bed-head.
                                                                                           
Hooray! I gently moved my thumb and forefinger up and down the length of 
his cock, and as I did so he sighed. Good job I came earlier, at the oak tree, or 
I'd be in real trouble now! 
'I believe you've long wanted a man to fondle your cock, haven't you? Make 
up for those lost school years. I leaned even further over him, cradling his 
tight balls in my right hand as I changed to the left for his prick.

'That's good! And you're right. I sometimes....Oh. Jack....don't stop....I 
sometimes dream about men. I dream about girls too, but sometimes I play 
with men when I'm asleep in my dreams. In my dreams they're like you, 
Jack, older....but fit and handsom...with big hard cocks and tight balls. You'd 
be surprised at what they do with me sometimes. That's lovely
don't stop, don't stop.' He shivered and edged more towards me until the 
length of his hips and calf was touching mine. The fine blonde hair tickled 
mine, and we squirmed against each other, touching now from shoulder to 
ankle.

Shyly, tentatively, he rested one hand on my thigh, and then gently felt and 
caressed my thigh, my hip, and, yes, my bottom cheek.

I cradled his balls in my hand, feeling their weight against my palm. Then I 
pinched the base of the scrotum, and ran my hand down the strong, knotted 
myscle between balls and arse, gently touching  his rimmed arsehole with the 
tip of my finger before returning to the balls, all this time sliding my oiled 
hand up and down the full length of his prick.As I wanked him his body 
arched with sexual tension, giving me the pleasure of watching the 
movement of his stomach muscles rippling under smooth, tanned skin , and 
the feeling of his body move against mine.

My cock remained stiff even though both my hands were otherwise engaged! 
'David...do something for me,' I whispered, as I took his hand and placed it 
on my cock. He started to wank me , I wanked him, he wanked me.

David wasn't looking at the video now. I could see his eyes focussed on my 
cock, his hand on my cock, and ,yes, his other hand nervously reaching and 
feeling under my bottom. Within moments we were lying, hugging each 
other, hands on each other's cocks, fondling strange
arses. I removed my hand from between us, and so did he. We now lay 
tightly together, cock against cock. Fondling his back and bottom I dared to 
kiss David on the mouth. And he responded! His tongue entered my mouth, 
and licked at my own tongue,which I then forced into his. What little girl had 
taught him to kiss like this? I'd ask him one day. His cock moved against 
mine as we both thrust gently as yet. I pulled him harder towards me and 
licked around his ear, whispering. I can't remember what I said, but our 
excitement was increasing,and I imagine it was promising all sorts of 
lovemaking. His tongue probed my mouth with more force, licking and 
searching as he writhed beneath me, seeking friction against his cock
                                                                                                                                              
 I broke away momentarily and kissed his broad, hairless chest, soon moving 
to take a nipple between my lips.The other nipple now, feeling it sharpen 
beneath my lips, a tiny erection. Down to the belly, licking round the belly 
button, and again fingering the temporarily abandoned cock. I licked round 
and round his belly, hard yet soft skinned, and then dared to take his knob in 
my mouth. A second's pause to savour the  moment ......the 
smoothness.....the firmness....the heat....filling my lips. David with an 
involuntary move pressed home until the shaft ran past my lips, full into my 
mouth, knob resting on the roof of my mouth. Then in,out, in out. Sighs of 
pleasure from David. Panting he shagged my mouth as I gobbled at him. 
Then suddenly, 'God, Jack. I'm going to come!'

Our innocent tried to pull away, fearing I wouldn't want his come. I pulled 
him firmer still towards me, his jutting gluteal muscles flexing under my 
palms as the spasm approached. At this last, crucial moment I put my well-
oiled finger into his well-oiled arse and he came. No more in-out; in-in and 
yet deeper in as I swallowed his young jism. His thighs thrust against me as 
he forced in in time with his spurts, and his bottom hole contracted on my 
naughty, probing finger.

We lay for a few moments, he satisfied, me with a cock still rarin to go.

David reached out again and started to play with my prick. 'That was good, 
Jack. You know, I've never  come off before with anyone else, not even 
Gina....Oh she's my girl. I'll do something for you now.' and he started to 
rub even harder.

Kiss it, David. You'll love the feeling. Take it in your mouth like I did. 
You'll love it...                                                                                                                                                                
He took me in his virgin mouth, and wonder of wonders got hard 
again...what it is to be eighteen...And so in a perfect sixtynine, side by side, 
fingers up each other's arses, we both came. David swallowed my come 
without gagging, and it was heavenly, all, all marvelous.

I switched off the video. 'I guess that's enough for us today. Thanks David. I 
enjoyed that.'

'Me too, Jack...When can we do it again?

'Whenever you want. You know, you're lucky like me. we're both bisexual . 
Both enjoy 
boys and girls. I think most women are bisexual, but only a few men, the 
lucky ones.'

'Jack...I'm going to have sex with a woman....I'm going to make Gina at 
least suck me off...'	

'Good idea. Keep it all in balance. But make sure the next time a good-
looking man, or pretty boy makes an admiring glance at you, you reciprocate, 
and enjoy his body. At Oxford,too, if I were you. Now let's get dressed and 
go for a swim to cool off.'

Five more to go, dear reader, or perhaps five and a half. I still hadn't had his 
bottom.                                                                                                                          

                                                                                                               
                                               Chapter 3: Trina

In the event it was little Trina who seduced me.

A couple of days after my success with David I had tucked a slim leather 
volume into my trouser pocket and wandered off in the early afternnoon sun 
to find a quiet place for a read. It was the Earl of Rochester's Sodom or the 
Quintessence of Debauchery, Antwerp 1684 as I recall. I can remember one 
couplet:
          Buggery we chose and Buggery we allow
          For none but fops alone to cunts will bow
From this the reader will guess I was in a state of arousal.

I bumped into David, who was jogging. 'Morning, David. How's things? 
Any luck with Gina yet?'

Jogging up and down on the spot, 'Getting better. She only needed 
asking...begging for it really. Sucked me off yesterday...won't shag till she 
gets the pill. Oh, and 
my old schoolmate, Tom, let me bugger him after work. My first! Can't stop. 
Got a squash match with him...'
                                                                                                                                                       
As he loped off I called out, 'Make sure he shares your shower, and take 
some slippery soap.                                                                                                                                                      
He laughed and , over his shoulder, 'KY. Tom'll have it with him....'

Cheered by this encounter, and by the jiggling arse in his tight shorts as he 
jogged away, I made my way about half a mile to the lake. I stood looking at 
the water a few minutes .

Suddenly two arms enfolded my chest from behind. 'Guess who.'

'I think you must be Trina,' I said, sneaking a look over my shoulder.

Right first time. You haven't seen me, but I've seen you. A couple of days 
ago I saw you with David in the woods.' Her arms tightened around me, and 
I could feel her breasts against my back. Her hand moved down and rested 
lightly against my cock. 'I saw what you did with him.....'

'Have you ever heard the term, jailbait? How old are you,Trina?' 

'I was sixteen last week. And anyway it's only jailbait if we have sex.' She 
giggled and her hand lightly rubbed my cock, hard now under my trousers. 
The other hand was under my shirt, rubbing my chest.

Her denims were provocatively torn, and her tiny halter top hid little of her 
tits.

'And what were you doing watching us? You're a naughty little minx. Do 
you make a habit of watching naked men?'

Still softly massaging me from behind she admitted, 'When I see David go 
off with one of those books in his pocket I know what he's going to do, and I 
just love to see him hard, and his spunk come...I dream about his prick. It 
makes me all squishy down there, and when he comes I come too. I don't 
even have to touch myself, just squeeze my legs together. So that's why I 
followed him, and saw you playing with each other. I was everso jealous.'
                                                                                                                        
'Shall I tell you what we did after we got back to my place...or would that 
make you even more jealous? I don't suppose you saw that.' She nodded, and 
held my cock tightly for a moment. She may be only sixteen, I thought, but 
I'm not the first man she's felt up! 'Well, we went up to my bedroom, 
stripped naked both of us, and sucked each other off. David came twice in 
my mouth, and I came once in his. He's very virile, your brother, and he 
swallowed it all, too.'

Trina reached up so her mouth was against my ear, and whispered, 'I wish 
you would suck me off, Uncle Jack. I'd love that right now. I'm so wet. And 
I want to feel this lovely cock properly.'

I turned round to face her, and holding her a moment at arms length looked 
into her dark eyes. They were liquid with lust.

I took her into my arms and kissed her hard and long. As she squirmed 
against me, rubbing her cunt against my cock and her breasts against my 
chest, felt plainly through her thin halter top, I slipped my hand into the 
waistband of her ragged jeans, down, and caressed her bottom. My finger 
slipped under, and at first I wondered if I was inside her panties. Reaching 
under, feeling her naked flesh, I found the cunt was indeed sopping.

The old boathouse looks pretty ruinous from outside but last year I'd had it 
done over inside to make a lovenest for a married woman I'd had a brief 
affair with. I pulled Trina round to my side and kissed her again. Her tongue 
pressed briefly on my palate...all these kids seem to know how to kiss! I 
guided her to the door, my hand resting on her pert little arse. Getting the key 
from its hidey-place I opened the door.

'Ta Ra!' I sang as I propelled her in. The door swung shut behind us, we 
went straight to the bed. I flung my clothes off, and, naked clasped the girl. I 
pushed her blouse up to see her tits, round and firm breasts of a sixteen year 
old , the shape and size of champagne glasses. The nipples were small still, 
but nut-brown. With both hands I felt their firm elasticity, pressed them, and 
watched as the tips seemed to lift them to the sky, defying gravity. I was 
excited, my hands roving, caressing, squeezing, as I muttered tender oaths of 
appreciation.

'Do you like them? They're not too big for you are they?  My bubbies.' I 
lightly brushed her nipples with both palms. She sighed and the nipples 
became even more like little cob nuts. I leaned down and took one in my 
mouth, rolling it between my lips and nibbling it oh so gently. Trina's hand 
reached down to my bare cock and grasped the base of the shaft.

'I can see and feel you like them,' she laughed. 'I was afraid they'd be too 
feminine when I learned you and David like firm, hard-muscled men.' She 
giggled and the little vixen squeezed the muscles of my arse.

They're lovely and they're going to send men crazy with lust. Let me take 
your blouse off so I can enjoy them properly. Pushing her down on the bed I 
slipped off her trainers and undid the button at the top of her jeans. I slipped 
my hand down over her belly, inside the waistband....no knickers, and no bra 
of course.

It looked as if Trina, this innocent of scarcely sixteen, had come out 
prepared, with the minimum impediment from time-consuming undies. Ah, 
but was it me she was planning to have, or did her fantasies extend to incest? 
Brother David?

Inside her loosened shorts, my hand reached the powder puff of her young 
sex and my index finger slipped easy into the crack: already the outer lips 
had plumped with lust and her juices were flowing. I rubbed the erect clitoris 
evincing a long sigh, and a wriggle against my wrist. I pulled down her 
shorts, shrunk tight on her bottom. She raised her bottom to help....
A lovely, naked body.

Lying on her back, her breasts were perfect hemispheres and her waist 
narrowed to a hand-span. Belly smooth and flat, and she still had something 
of the boyish about her hips, not yet widened to those of a mature woman. 
Her skin was a Mediterranean olive,  tanned to nearly negro this summer. 
The cunt had a dusting of dark, curly hair, and the mound was 
plump and full of promise. I knew there would be nearly no hair on her cunt 
lips, and none at all in the rose of her bottom.

Trina  took my cock in both hands and, flicking her long black hair away 
from her face, put the knob in her mouth. I fell to the bed beside her and put 
my face between her legs. I pressed my mouth against the opening lips, and 
took the nub between my lips, rolling it too and fro. The taste of her was 
intoxicating , and moving my mouth down I stuck my tongue as far up her 
tight little slit as I could, supping the salty female juices and taste. I put a 
finger on her clit and, putting the other hand under her bottom , rolled her 
over on top of me, my cock still in her mouth with her tongue playing all 
round it.

This was  a lovely sixtynine! My index finger stayed on her clit, and I could 
hear a low moaning partly stifled by the bulk of my prick. My other finger I 
slipped into her cunt......glory be, a virgin! And they say there are no more 
beautiful virgins under sixteen! I moved my finger in and out, in rhythm with 
my pressure on her clit, and then pressed my mouth again to the soft flesh. 
This time I licked right at the base of her slit, letting my tongue roam towards 
her arsehole. Trina had a completely hairless arsehole, as you'd expect, and I 
felt a surge of excitement as my tongue forced a way in. She gave a little 
squeak but didn't pull back. Indeed, she began to move her arse rhythmically. 
She let my cock slip from her mouth as she forgot everything in her own 
orgasm, just beginning now. Mouth, tongue, both hands fondling her cunt, 
clit and arse. I worked to increase her pleasure even as she came. With a 
succession of squeaks and a final ecstatic squeal she came, and I felt her body 
relax.

Please stop a minute...my clitty's gone sensitive. I wish it wouldn't but it 
always does if I have a big one. '  I stopped and turned the right way round, 
now gently squeezing her pert breasts, rubbing her firm, flat belly, and 
kissing the young flesh of her neck.

'No hurry.' And in fact this could go on all afternoon as far as I was 
concerned. What a delight to have a teenage virgin to play with. 'Tell me, 
Trina, where did you learn to enjoy being sucked like that? That was one of 
the biggest orgasms I've ever felt in a girl being sucked.' 

'You won't laugh?' I shook my head, and put it back on her breast where it 
was resting. Well, I've got a friend called Jane. When I stay over there we 
sleep in the same bed, and she sucks me off. She's everso good at it, and all 
my friends say she's the best. I like looking at boys, but Jane is a real les...she 
loves my arse, she says. When she sucks me she lays so she can squeeze my 
bubbies. Sometimes I lick her clitty if I want, but I think she prefers to bring 
herself off while she sucks me. It's lovely, and I come stronger and stronger 
the more we do it.' She stroked my cheek as I lay on her breast. Tenderly....I 
expect she was thinking of her dyke lover.

'Jane's got lovely long, hard nipples, and firm tits, long and pointed, not like 
my round ones. Her bottom and hips are more like a boy's, and she's ever-so 
strong....She can lift me up and put my cunt on her face even standing 
up.......though we always end up falling over with her tongue up me. Her tits 
are so firm she can use them to rub clitties, especially if we're more than just 
Jane and me. At the Guides camp she did three girls at the same time, me 
with her mouth,one with her nipple, and one with her hand. And they all 
came when she did!

I could see Trina's legs opening wider as she remembered this little lez's 
love-making so I started to nibble a tit again, and placed my hand gently  
over her mound. No squeal, so I started to roll her clit between my thumb and 
forefinger again. 'Only Jane?'

'Oh no. Most of the girls do it, but Jane is special. And of course there's 
Emma.'

'Does Emma like sucking?'

'I should say so! And she's good.' A pause. 'But not as good as Jane. Or you, 
Uncle Jack. She often creeps into my bed at night for a bit of cunny, as she 
says. I like her. Because she's my sister. But she's got nice legs and a sexy 
bottom. 
                                                                                                                            
She's got a dildo too, and she sticks it up while I suck her clitty. She's got a 
boyfriend, and he fucks her when she lets him.....I'm still a virgin and I don't 
let boys shag me in case I get pregnant. So I don't even have the dildo in me. 
Emma says I'm daft, and fucking is much better than sucking or petting....but 
they're nice too.'

I moved  down to her cunt, which was running moist again, and her lovely 
bottom was moving up and down in my hands.

'And what about David? Have you had him?'

'Oh, you are terrible. That'd be incest,' she giggled and her bottom moved 
more, rubbing the full length of her cunt against my nose, tongue and chin.

'No more nor less than playing with your sister....'

'I hadn't thought  it that way....I suppose you're right really.' I was hard as 
sprung steel, but concentrated both hands on feeling the lovely skin of her 
body rather than wanking my cock. I kept my tongue hard and could feel it 
slipping in and out first of cunt, then arsehole, cunt-arse-cunt-arse as she 
bounced higher and faster against my face. She was holding the lips apart for 
maximum contact .

'That'd be terrible, but I'd love to not just peek at his beautiful cock, but 
have it in my mouth.' And with that incestuous fantasy she began to come. It 
was bigger and longer even than the first, and I squeezed her tits while her 
cunt ripped at my face. Trina screamed, 'Fuck, shit,prick,fuck, oh Jack, 
David, David-Jack-David-oh David-Jack-cock-c-o-o-o-o-o-o-ock,' as she 
came, and then subsided.

After several minutes, she got a conscience. 'Gosh, I've come twice and left 
you behind altogether, Jack. What do you want to do?'

A stimulating question from a virgin on the brink of moving from girlhood to 
sexy maturity. However, patience would get me all I lusted after. 'I want your 
lovely tits, your sweet bubbies.' I lay her on her side and put my cock 
between her tits. Her face was buried in the hair of my belly, and her hands 
fondling my arse. I moistened my cock and started shagging those lovely 
adolescent titties. The cleavage was quite enough, and the firmness of her 
sweet flesh was such I didn't need to use my hands at all.

I moved up and down, but as I felt the crisis approaching I held back. 'When 
you want me to come, Trina, put the tip of your finger in my arse. I love 
that!' No sooner said than done; her index finger slid into my anus to the first 
knuckle and I came. I'd been waiting a long time, two of hers, and the spunk 
had certainly built up and up. As I came, I aimed the knob at her face and 
splashed a great gout onto her forehead, the second hit her cheek, and third 
dribbled onto her tits.

I took her head in both hands, cradling the fine, dark-brown hair and kissed 
her roughly full on the lips. I stayed for a moment then dipped my finger in 
the come on her face and first licked it with my own tongue, then put a 
spunked finger into her mouth. she loved it, so I did it again and again until 
all that was left was the come on her breasts. This I gently rubbed in, round 
and round, savouring the fineness of her skin, and the firm roundness under 
my palms.

We lay quiet. 'Trina, that was wonderful. I wish I could show you how 
shagging is even better. Would you like to go on the pill? We could do that 
easily without anyone knowing, and then you could fuck anyone you want, 
including your wicked Uncle Jack..'

'Oh, could you. That'd be fab.'

'No problem. Is it half term?'
                                                                                                                   
'All week.'

Right, how about coming up to town with me tomorrow, and we'll see an old 
college friend of mine who's a Harley Street doctor. He'll want to examine 
you first, but I'm sure he'll find you're mature enough for sex, and put you 
on the pill. Oh, and we can do some shopping.......get a present for you, and 
have lunch. And you must call me Jack, not Uncle Jack. You're a big girl 
now. How about it?' She hugged herself with excitement, but only nodded. 
'Come round at ten then, and we'll go and see him. He's called Dougal.'

 Trina skipped off along the lake, leaving me to my book. Somehow the 
interest had gone, so as I strolled back to my rooms I started to think and then 
to scheme. By the time I'd got back, dressed in something more comfortable, 
and indulged in a (probably completely superfluous) wank I had the whole 
thing worked out.Emma would be mine....no problem. The time had come to 
consider Mr Tony Armstrong. How to seduce him? Where there's a will 
there's a way,   and within half an hour I had my plan worked out. It would 
have to wait tll after the trip to London, though.
                                                                                                                                                                   
Chapter Four: Trina Goes To Town.


Trina was quite ravishing in her mini-skirt and tight little tank-top vest. In the 
cab, out of the driver's line of sight.....he couldn't keep his eyes off her in the 
mirror.....I felt up her naked thighs, up and up, to within an inch of the slit I 
now knew so well. How I'd have liked to feel her tits, too.....but that 
wouldn't have been safe at all.

Harley Street, taxi paid, and into Dougal's rooms. I showed her in. 'Dougal, 
this is Trina. She wants to go on the pill.' The dirty old sod was drooling!

'Come this way, Trina. I need to examine you, to make sure your body has 
matured sufficiently for sexual activity.' Trina was doubtful, but I told her to 
'go with the Doctor.' They went in, and I turned on the TV as arranged. 
There was no sound on my set, but I could watch the examination almost as 
if I was there. Dougal, I bet you, was recording a tape, with sound, to keep.

Silent, Trina strips to her flimsy white undies, which she seems to have 
chosen carefully for their disturbing effect. She blossoms as she exposes her 
body, and her shyness seems to be replaced by a provocative pertness. 
Dougal makes a great display of sounding her chest, through the fine nylon 
of her bra...if indeed  bra it is. He then leads her to the wall where there's a 
picture of a woman with naked breasts. He seems to be explaining 
something, and then Trina slips the lacy bra down off her shoulders for him 
to examine her. He does this very thoroughly! First one tit is pressed, felt, 
handled, fondled, felt again. Then the other, at great length. Then both of 
them together. Then, in front of the mirror, Trina is shown how to do it 
herself. Not quite right! So our diligent Doctor, his face nearly touching her 
nipples, has to do it again. Trina again. Again, not quite right: Doctor again. 
Trina.....this time to Doctor's satisfaction. What a diligent fellow, our 
Dougal. 

I see now it's a teddy she's wearing. She's now told to take it off completely. 
She lays down on a sheet-covered trolley-bed, while Dougal inspects her 
arse. He inserts some sort of instrument, and then his finger....no rubber 
gloves, the old dog! All ok, I assume, as Trina 
turns over and he gently strokes and pushes at her belly. This must be fun, as 
he keeps at it for some time, and absent-mindedly starts on her tits again. He 
remembers he's not in a bedroom, and returns to the task!

Spreading her legs even further apart, he opens her cunt using one (ungloved) 
hand. I watch the old bugger finger her clit till it's erect, and then a minute or 
two more. He says something to her, and puts a finger into her cunt, feeling 
around a bit. He then stands back, looking at her naked body for a moment, 
sniffing his finger on the pretence of stroking his chin. He lifts her up, and 
holds out her flimsy undies for her to step, and wriggle into them.

As she dresses, he puts his arm around her as if in congratulation. She teases 
him a moment, posing provocatively in her white nylon teddy.

He writes her a prescription, and gives her a packet of pills. I put off the 
CCTV as they walk in.

'Jack, your lovely young friend is fit and healthy, and has started on the pill. 
I've checked, and she is quite ready for full sexual activity. Take one pill 
now, Trina. It's one pm, so at 12.59 a month today, you can fuck in safety: do 
anything you want after that. And how wise you've been to wait until it is 
safe! No fucking before that, now! Come back in three months for another 
physical. Now I need a word with Mr Hardy.'

We went into his room. I switched off the camera. 'I'm not going on film as 
part of your insurance policy, you dirty old man.' I punched him playfully.

You're a lucky bastard, Jack. She's lovely, a virgin, and lubricates like a 
thirty-year old when aroused. Now here's some odds and ends for you....I've 
put together a bottle of chloroform, one of poppers, and some recreational 
drugs....a lot of coke. What's the chloroform for...into a bit of rape are we.... 
no don't tell me. I'd rather not know!. How about letting me shag her when 
she comes back in three months. Lend her to me.... I tell you what, I'll lend 
you a very lovely transexual I've been developing. Just eighteen, lovely 
female form, full, firm breasts,                                                                                                                                                      
soft skin, pass anywhere, and still capable of full erections. O A active, 
passive. Look I've got a polaroid...how about it?'

'Tempting! Thanks for the offer. And the help. I reckon she'll be ready for 
you....or anything by then. I've got a lot of ideas for her education. We'll see. 
Nice cock!'

In the taxi. 'Remember 12.59 a month today....we've a date. Now shopping. 
What's your favourite dress shop?'

Two hours we shopped. Dresses, lingerie (especially), and shoes (not 
sensible). Most of the time I was able to play the doting 'Uncle' indulging his 
pretty niece on her birthday. When noone was looking, she'd give me the 
most charming little feels, and I would fondle her bum, or steal a kiss. I half 
think some of the sales girls knew what was up....especially when we were 
buying the more risque underwear. But doubtless thinking of commissions, 
they were too polite to make any comment. On one occasion....in a lingerie 
shop....I was summoned by her into the changing room. Hardly discrete, but I 
couldn't resist. 

I treated myself to a feel of her bottom in the lovely see-through nylon, and a 
kneeling nuzzle at her crotch. But beat a hasty retreat.Too risky! Anyway, we 
were soon in a cab again to Soho, and a back door up a dismal back alley. 
'What.......' started Trina.

'Just wait and see!' I knocked and Jolyon opened. 'Clear the shop.' I said. 
We heard his shout...'Police Raid, Police Raid.' A great scuffling, and then 
'All clear, Boss.'

The back of my sex shop may have been a scruffy tip, but the shop itself was 
very up-market. 'Now, Trina, toys and clothes...'

Giggles, wide eyes, deep musings, cheeky feeling up...me and Jolyon...lots of 
laughter. We finished up with a clitoral stimulator, a couple of vibrators, one 
of which the thin, anal type, love oil, a pile of books and magazines, and 
some undies, notably a lovely basque, and a heap of assorted panties. Trina 
chose all the mags herself, and there was a good range, though I was 
intrigued that none were 'straight'. Some lesbian, a glorious photobookof 
American transexual prostitutes, and several gay-male books. All wrapped 
up, and off to tea at The Ritz.

After tea, a good, discrete, but very expensive hotel, where I'd taken a suite. 
I'm well known there as an insanely generous tipper, even by the standards of 
that establishment, am worshipped by the staff who accommodate my tiniest 
whim.

Mr Hardy and his young friend were shown up to their suite, where flowers, 
chocolates, and champagne waited in the salon. The bedroom, I knew, was 
lined with mirrors, walls and ceilings, among the ormolu , gilt and red velvet.

'Jack, let me give you a fashion show. You wait on the bed and I'll change 
out here.'

It was exciting. No dresses. Just the undies and stiletto shoes.Finally she 
came in wearing just stockings with garters and open-crotch panties, gold 
high-heeled slippers. She lay on the bed and hugged me. 'Thankyou, Jack. A 
fab day. I wish we could fuck to end it properly. What'll we do instead?' She 
was cradling my tight balls as she spoke.

'This is London, Trina. You can get anything you want, any time you want it. 
' I opened one of her new sex books. Two magnificent men were balling. 
'How about that?' Would you like two studs to put on a show for you, 
live?You could watch, play with them, join in or not, whatever you want. 
Or', picking up the lez book,' two beautiful girls. Or a tv . Or, or, or, or (I 
hugged her to me) or whatever you want.'
                                                                                       
'Can we have just one boy and one girl? I'd like to watch you have him, and 
the girl can have me. I hope that's not too greedy? I want to have your cock, 
Jack, but all last night I was thinking of you in bed with David, and I'd love 
to watch two men...'

I picked up the phone. One call. Half way through the deal, 'White or black, 
Trina?'

'Oooooh! Black. Both.'
 
I finished the call. 'They're both coming together, and they'll be here in 
about ten minutes. I'll just tell the Desk to let them in.'

'Ten minutes. Just enough time for us to warm up.' I put my arm round her 
shoulder and stroked her left tit, provoking the hard nipple into erection. I let 
my other hand wander between her clit and her bottom. She fingered my 
cock while stroking my balls and tapping my arsehole with her little finger. 
time passes when you're having fun. A knock. Come in. Two beautiful 
blacks. Both tall, slim, young, vibrant. I beckoned. I think they liked what 
they saw and came smartly to the bedside, he to my side, she to Trina's.

'We're Jack and Trina.' 'I'm Jason.' 'And I'm Dixie.'

I put an arm round Jason's bottom, and felt his muscular arse through his 
denims. My free hand rubbed his still dormant prick, until I could feel it stir. 
Trina took her cue from me and put noth hands up Dixie's mini, fondling her 
hips under the thin cloth.

'Jason, strip for me,' I said. But Trina to Dixie, 'Only your skirt and shirt. I'll 
do the rest later....'

Jason was quicker, and I reached out to take his great black tool in my 
mouth. I was going to be aware of that monstrous thing up me later! 

Dixie was wearing black bikini panties, a black lacy bra, black glossy 
stockings, black patent leather high heels, and, amazingly, bright pink satin 
elbow-length gloves! Trina pulled her down and hugged her. Though I was 
enjoying the feel of this magnificent specimen in my mouth, and the strength 
of his arse cheeks with my busy hands, I just had to watch Trina fondle the 
small, hard breasts of the negress, taking one between her lips and biting 
through the black lace.

'Ow, honey, That hurt!'

Well, Dixie, take off your bra and hurt me some.' Dixie bared her tits and 
dove down on Trina's breast, bit a tit, and got a scream as her reward. They 
both roared with laughter, and Trina slapped the round , nearly naked bottom. 
They cuddled, caressed and fondled each others' nearly naked bodies. Trina 
lay her head on Dixie's flat, black tummy and stretched out her hands to feel 
the length of those fine, long  legs. She pulled down the flimsy panties, 
raising her girl's legs to get them over the ankles and slippers, and started to 
suck. Dixie could reach her tits to play with them, and fondled them 
ecstatically.

In the meantime I was sucking this athletic male, my own cock straining 
hard. In a hurry, I knelt on the bed just by Trina's head, so she'd be able to 
see everything. I took some cold cream from the side-table (good hotel, this) 
annointed my arse and Jason's weapon. Silent, I pointed to my arse. He was 
behind me kneeling, as I spread my cheeks with both hands. I felt his hands 
on my shoulders, pulling me back onto his cock. That magical moment when 
you feel the knob pressing against the opening. He used no hands to guide it 
in. The feeling of the knob forcing open, a moment of pain with a prick as 
big as this, as the rim of the knob passes the anus, and the filling of the arse 
with a hard prick, deeper and deeper until you feel the hair of his belly 
against your arse cheeks, and his balls flop against you.

Trina had stopped her sucking. Dixie turned round to watch, too. They lay 
side by side, hands on their own mounds and tits. Most girls like to watch 
gays in action, and these were two full-blooded females, even though one 
was still a child. Jason sighed, 'Man, that's something', and started to move 
slowly in and out. My body responded to the weight of his muscular thrusts 
and the whipping given my arse by his thighs as they gathered speed. Trina 
put her head right under me, so she could look up at his cock penetrating my 
rectum, and watch the black bollocks flop up and down, full of creamy 
spunk, and for me!  

I was in danger of coming! 'Faster,' I yelled, 'Faster, harder, fill me. rape me, 
you big, beautiful, black buck. Shag honky. Shag me. Bugger me harder. 
Shit, shit, I'm coming.' At that moment a great hard thrust banging against 
me nearly collapsed me onto Trina. But I stayed kneeling. Jason stayed in, 
and I felt gushes of his come spurting into my very inner vitals. Each thrust 
another spurt. With his fifth, I came, and my come spurted over Trina  while 
I held her head , aiming it at her.I watched it splash over her face, and into 
her open mouth. Six, seven, eight spurts from the magnificent negro, two, 
three, four from me. And he paused.

But he didn't go soft, or exit my well-buggered arsehole. I became more 
aware of Trina. She was licking my cum from her lips and moaning in the 
throes of one of her mighty orgasms. Dixie, too, was fingering her swollen 
cunt, and coming off watching Trina's lovely form writhing in pleasure.
 
The magnificent Jason started slowly again in and out. 'Hey! Hold on,' I 
cried. 'I'm well fucked. Let me suck you this time. Two couples on the 
bed...male-male, female-female, sucking as the afternoon passed. And if 
sometimes my hands strayed from Jason's polished form to feel the softer 
curves of Dixie, or Trina sometimes weighed Jason's balls, fingered his 
buttocks, or roved her hands over his legs and back, well who cares?
 
We all four came again, and I paid off our whores. 'Cor!' said Trina. 'Cor!' 
said Jack, and we both laughed. 'What'll you tell your Mum about the new 
clothes?'

She won't see the undies or the shoes. And one dress I'll keep at Jane's, and 
one with you, and the third one I saved up for, didn't I?'

'I don't know about that, but you certainly deserve it.' 



                              Chapter Five : Tony Armstrong

Tony would be a challenge. He seemed so masculine and straight, a typical 
paterfamilias. But you never know, and I had a plan to exploit any gay 
tendancies he might have. In the meantime, David and Trina were keeping 
me busy, separately you'll understand, as yet! so over the next two weeks I 
got Tony into the habit of nipping in for a malt whiskey after dinner, at about 
nine, while Fi took her bath. We chatted, as men do, and sometimes about 
sex, as men do.....

We'd been discussing mistresses, rather envious of certain politicians with 
their 'actress' friends. I reached for a copy of 'Echo des Savannes' lying on a 
side table by the sofa. I opened it at a double page spread of two very lovely 
girls, in their undies, one in red satin and one in black. 'Hey, Tony. What do 
you think of these?

'Chic! He's a lucky man. I'd love either of them as a little plaything.

'That's what I thought, Tony, especially when I turned the page...'

Tony turned the page himself, and there were the same two girls, but one of 
them had a lovely little erect penis. Transexual, lovely breasts and a girlish 
body, but a glorious cock. The other seemed to be a 'normal' girl. Tony was 
transfixed. Astounded. He'd never seen anything like it before, I guessed.


'That's amazing! Is it photo trickery, air-brush stuff?'

'No, Tony. Completely genuine...I've had a few myself. The tits are hormone 
treatment, and the soft, rounded bodies. They're sexy, aren't they? Here, 
look, this is a halfway house, a transvestite rather than a transexual.' I got a 
photo album out of the table drawer.

'God, that's sexy, too. I'm a bit of an undies fetishist.'He turned the 
pages...all photos of me and friends, some TS, some TV. Erections, fully 
dressed, lingerie, pricks again, as if hypnotised.

'I love sexy undies too, Tony. Especially satin panties, and I love to feel 
glossy silk stockings.....' I ran my hands suggestively up my legs.

'What, on your own legs, on you? No! I like them on someone else but I've 
never put them on myself.'

'I'm not sure I believe you, Tony. At all events, I bet you've fantasised about 
it a bit from time to time.'

'Well, perhaps when I was a kid.'

'What've you got there?'

'Jesus, that's sexy.' Tony's bulge was getting larger as he looked at my 
snapshots. It was two TVs being shagged. Open-crotch panties and satin 
waspies hid little of the lovely, soft flesh, and their pleasure in being rimmed 
was clear from their hard cocks. I looked hard at the bulge in his slacks, and 
he caught me doing it, as I intended. 'Makes me hard too, Tony,' I said as I 
rubbed my cock, just twice. (Discrete. Mustn't hurry this straight gentleman.) 
'I've got some film that'll interest you. I flicked the remote, and my large-
screen tv came up from the sideboard opposite. Already playing, a similar 
scene to the snapshot.

Tony lay back in the sofa, his malt forgotten as he savoured this new sort of 
sex. We watched the rest of the short, and started the next . They were all 
about ten minutes. I got up. 'I've got something else to show you, but it'll 
take about ten minutes to get ready. help yourself to scotch, and relax. ' He 
jumped as I patted his thigh, above the knee, friendly.

Upstairs I switched  on the cctv to keep an eye on him, and also the video, to 
see where he was in the programme. I stripped, and quickly made up. I'm 
forty, and a bit past this sort of thing, but still clever enough with the paint to 
give a good female illusion. And I'd dimmed the lights downstairs as I left.

Then the undies. Black satin basque, very,very expensive false silicon breasts 
inside, stuck to my hairless chest.. I laced the basque tight: if the effect was 
to work, this had to stay in place!. Quite thick, but glossy black stockings, 
very high up my legs, almost to the crotch, in fact, to hide any leg hair, which 
being fine and blonde was not really a problem. Slowly for a moment, 
enjoying the feeling, I fastened the suspenders. I was getting hard! Plenty of 
time still, so I knelt and fondled my naked bum a moment.






A look at the cctv. Smashing. Tony has his cock out and is slowly wanking. 
He has his shirt open and pulled well up, his slacks slipped down....no pants! 
Circumcized. Lovely cock...very broad. A look at the video. About half-way 
through the third short : deliberately this is not a transexual but a tv. Also a 
home movie of a couple of my friends hard at it. I didn't want too glossy a 
feminine performance before my own! About six minutes to go.!

Striking mauve see-thru panties, slightly open-crotch, a flattering mini-dress, 
black lace over satin, and high heeled, stiletto shoes. back to the dressing 
table for a full-length black wig, and stand up in front of the mirror, 
pirouette. That'll do! Two minutes to go!

Halfway down the stairs and in view of Tony. 'That's an impressive weapon 
you've got there. No, don't put it away now I've seen it.' This in a sexy, dep 
though feminine voice.
                                                                                        
                                                                                                     
I sat on his left on the sofa, and held his tool as the film changed over. I 
lightly ran my hand up and down, scarcely touching it, teasing. I was hard, 
too. 'Oh, look! That's me.' And indeed it was.  Jolyon was shagging me over 
the arm of the very sofa we were sitting on, and I was wearing exacly the 
same clothes as now. Amazing coincidence!  The cameraman made a point 
of showing in closeup Jolyon's hand pulling apart the flimsy crotch of my 
panties, and pressing home the knob of his weapon.

I masturbated Tony as he watched the cock slide in and out of my arse.. I 
took his hand and placed it on my thigh, on the lacy tops of my stockings. He 
moved it, and caressed my hips, and then my cock, under the satin. Out came 
the undies fetish I'd guessed at, as he took me in his arms so he could feel my 
nylon-clad bottom. I kissed his neck, and undid his shirt and tie, pulling them 
off. He raised his arse as I slipped his slacks down, and off. A strong, barrel 
chest with a blanket of curly hair. I buried my face in it, feeling the strange 
texture against my cheeks. My tongue found a nipple and I licked it, feeling it 
harden between my gentle lips. I grasped his cock harder, and felt it twitch 
between my thumb and forefinger. A droplet of come appeared in its eye.

Tony's hands still wandered over my body, feeling the shiny satin and nylon. 
My cock was hard now, and I slipped my panties under my balls to release it. 
As I sat there his left hand gripped the shaft, while his right felt the satin.

I leaned over him and gently kissed the knob of his prick. The mat of hair 
was on his belly, his legs, everywhere. I ran my hands over it, and dragged 
my finger tips through it like a comb. I took his whole prick in my mouth for 
a moment: thick hair to half way up, then a bend that took it back towards his 
hard stomach, which the helmet of his knob nearly touched, so erect was he. 
As I sucked, and licked the shaft, his hesitant hand still grasped my cock, 
while his other hand roved over my silks. I broke off, and reached for the 
tube of KY I'd secreted ready under a cushion, Annointed his cock, and 
kneeled over the arm of the sofa.
I opened the crotch, and stuck a dollop of jelly in my arse, saying,' I'm 
Dawn. Shag me. Please fuck me, Tony. I'm dying for it.'

And so was Tony. No delicacy, just a sustained thrust up my arse until his 
heavy, muscled thighs met my nylon panties.

I winced, but then it was OK as he banged in and out.  I felt the crisp hair of 
his thighs against my bottom, even through my panties.

'Dad! What are you doing?' Shock horror! It was David standing by the 
door, stark naked, as if paralysed. He must have heard the video and decided 
to give me a nice surprise.
                                                                                                                                                                                                       
                      Chapter Six : Tony & David

'I 'd 've thought that's obvious. Hes shagging me in my arse!. Come over 
here and give me that lovely cock in my mouth, too.'

David squatted in front of me and shagged me in the mouth, while his father 
did my bottom. The boy was going at it fast and furious, and I scarcely could 
catch my breath as he sank in and pulled out. Tony was too far gone to 
protest, if indeed he wanted to, but I guess the sudden fear of exposure must 
have slowed him down, as his rapid hard jabs were now replaced by 
longer,slower action, with pauses when fully inserted. and little revolving 
movements that really stirred my rectum. Sometimes he took it right out, and 
gave me the pleasure of having my anal muscle forced again with his cock. 
He was learning fast.....I suppose he'd had women in the arse before.

'Turn round, David, and let me tongue your bottom,' I suggested.

Over the last few days I'd been doing this a lot, and I'd trained his anus to 
open for me when titillated by a penetrating tongue. I know he secretly 
wanted a cock in him, but waited tll the right time. I intended him to enjoy 
his first time, thoroughly, and want to repeat it. Well, this was that time! I 
licked up and down the crack first, enjoying the firmness of his buttocks 
under my palms as I pulled him onto me. Then I tongued the outside of his 
secret mouth before slipping the tip of my tongue inside.I felt it tighten round 
me for a second before relaxing again, as he pushed back against my face. I 
forced my tongue further in, and moved it in and out. By now the anus was 
completely relaxed, and I slipped in a well-oiled index finger while I licked 
his buttocks.

Still Tony buggered me, oblivious to the exploitation of his blond son, and 
indeed all else but my arsehole and satin clad body. The rhythm he 
established, long and slow strokes, alternating with short sharp jabs, showed 
he was controlling his orgasm. He was enjoying this new experience too 
much to want it to end, even with the release of pumping spunk into this 
willing bottom.

I let a lot of saliva into the crack of David's bottom, and some cream on my 
cock. I put my arms around David and pulled him back onto my crotch. I 
wiped my cock twice up and down the crack, locating exactly the hole, now 
relaxed, and with a long smooth stroke inserted it, pushing gently till I was 
fully in, my belly pressing against his white, firm buttocks. I paused a 
second, and then started long, slow sweeps in and out, letting the rim of my 
knob determine how far out with each stroke. David sighed, and moved his 
bum in time with my strokes. He wasn't tight, but the sensation was 
delightful. Sometimes he squeezed and gripped my knob: at others it slipped 
easily. I held his cock with one hand ,wanking it, and pinched his erect, tiny 
nipple with the other. Ah! Whenever I pinched his nipple, his arse tightened 
momentarily, gripping my cock. I tried it out again, and , yes, it worked!

I congratulated myself on getting the lad completely used to gay sex, and my 
body, before exposing him to the more rigorous  form, buggery. His body 
was relaxed, and eager for me
maximising my pleasure.

I had a sudden feeling Tony was about to come in my arse, as his thrusts 
speeded up. This was not the (revised) plan. I slipped out of David, to his 
protests, and moved forward off Tony's tool, catching one of the moments he 
took it out completely. Slipping to one side, I pushed David by the shoulders 
up to his kneeling, protesting father. Grasping Tony's cock, I placed it in 
David's wide-open hole, and pushed it in. Dad did the rest, starting to fuck 
and moaning with delight. David took this up, and they were both singing in 
their joy.

I squatted back, rubbing my own tool, admiring my handiwork. A 
combination of good planning and luck had led to this wonderful incest. 
David had the cock he'd always secretly lusted after, that of his father. And 
his father had discovered his bi nature....no undies or pretend feminine about 
the muscular young lad he was shagging. And to my delight it was incest, a 
fantasy I find most exciting.

Now for Tony! First I knelt behind him, slipping off my panties the better to 
feel his hairy thighs,and slurped at his arsehole, licking it and slipping in and 
out as he shagged David. What a contrast with the delicate teenage ring I'd 
just rimmed! Concealed in a bush of black . 

hair, secret and strong-muscled. I rubbed oil into the rose and penetrated with 
my index finger, gently masturbating him. Now I reached for the poppers and 
held the bottle under his nose. He sniffed, then sniffed deeply. The rush took 
him and he shagged harder. Profitting from the moment of amyl-induced 
relaxing of his inhibitions, and the further loosening of his
anal sphincter, I rubbed my cock against the rim of his arse and then inserted 
first the knob, and then the shaft. He grunted, started to protest over his 
shoulder, but then just carried on
shagging his son.

I clutched at the hair on his shoulders, his buttocks as I went faster and faster. 
We all three got the same rhythm now, moving in unison, three bums and 
two full rectums. all of us gasping and shouting...;God fuck oh oh more 
come.....I'm coming.'

I felt Tony's first spasm as his arse contracted on my prick, and that made me 
come, pouring hot jism into him. He came, and came, and came, and David 
felt for the first time the rush of hot spunk in him and came into the carpet, 
without touching his cock he was so excited. I came and came into Tony's 
bottom and he pressed his furry buttocks against me to get the full joy of it.

We collapsed sideways in a heap. I killed the video, unwatched for half an 
hour! We lay in each other's arms, Tony in the middle, and I noticed Tony 
and David were caressing each other in gratitude, satisfied lovers. I nipped 
upstairs, rinsed and put male clothes on again. When I came down father and 
son were fully dressed again, talking. 'We must do that again, Dad!'

'Sure. I'll come to your room tonight.....Funny isn't it....we both lost our 
virginity to a girl called Dawn?'
                                                                                                                  
                                      Chapter Seven : Mrs Fiona Armstrong

After the events of that gay and insestuous evening I was pretty well 
knackered. Satisfied, but knackered and certainly aware I'd been well-fucked 
in the arse! I lay on the bed in my stockings, lit a spliff, relaxed . Time to 
check round.

I switched on the radio to access the bugs I'd had built in the walls next door. 
Looking out, I saw the downstairs lights off, but mostly on upstairs. Was 
Tony in bed with David yet? No, all silent in David's room, Peter's too, and 
Emma's. Boring! How about Trina's? I tuned the set. Ah! Voices.

It was Trina. 'Oh! That's fabulous. Don't stop, Emma. don't stop. You're 
licking me just right.' More moaning and rustling....

Emma's voice, 'Do you really like  me putting your finger up your bum? I've 
tried and it doesn't do anything for me.'

Trina. 'Didn't used to for me either, but someone taught me to like it. And a 
tongue too. Yes, just like that Emma. You lick my arse, and I'll rub my clitty 
a bit....'

'Who was that?  I mean ,who licks your bottom, apart from me?'

'Oh, shut up, Emma. Now lick me prpoerly again, I'm almost there. And I'll 
finish you, too. You're everso juicy!' Noises in a couple of minutes of both 
orgasms.

I switched over . How about Mr and Mrs? Here I struck gold!

Tony, 'Sorry, darling, but I'm exhausted. Terrible day at the office'. (And 
how, I thought. shagged out. Completely fucked, might be a better 
description than exhausted . In any case he wanted to save his energy, or at 
least his spunk, in order to bugger his young man again.) 'TTdon't think I 
can make it tonight....'

I stretched out luxuriously....even getting a bit hard!

Fiona. 'That won't stop me! Over on your belly. I'm going to give you a 
good spanking, to warm me up if not you!'

Sounds of a hand slapping hard and repeatedly against his bare arse. 'For 
God's sake, Fiona, that's enough. It hurts. Ouch!.'

'It's meant to. Where's my small whip. Bugger! Ah! Under the bed.' The 
whip whistled through the air and stung onto the exposed arse. 'You're 
always knackered. I think you've got a little tart somewhere. Take that for 
your little tart.' (Whoosh....ouch) 'Over now!' 'Ow!' 'Don't like your tits 
bitten, eh? Bet you bite your tart's tits. And don't think I haven't seen you 
looking at Emma....' 'Ouch! Look, Fi, I never...' 'But you'd like to wouldn't 
you?'

If only she knew...not only Emma, but more especially David..

Noises now of Fiona's orgasm. She seems to have shagged his face.

I put the radio on record for David's room, and slipped off to sleep.

In the morning I saw it clearly. Fiona had not been getting much lovin' from 
her man, and would get less now he had discovered young men! I rang 
Jolyon. 'Parcel up two sets of Luxury Dominatrix outfits, one red, one black. 
37C, 25, 36 ,5 foo t 10. And two pairs of  very, I mean very, high-heeled 
stilettos size 6, matching colours. Bond Street. Parcel to be delivered 
tomorrow morning by courier to Mrs Fiona Armstrong.... I gave the 
address....with this note. 
   'To my Roman Empress, cruel, beautiful, dominating mistress. Your body 
slaves are in your dungeon to serve you. They humbly beg punishment. They 
are sex-toys for you and wish to be humiliated. Rowton House's dungeon 
playroom is through the heavy oak door, under the main stairs. Your 
worshiping slaves will be ready from 2pm today.'
'Got all that?'

'Yes, Boss. Sounds like you're onto a good thing, or is it a favour for one of 
your pals?'

'Mind your own business, and get that parcel there by 10.30 tomorrow or 
there'll be hell to pay.'

'Next I'll need three whores. One tart and two boys. You know my tastes, but 
one of the boys should be built like Frank Bruno for a change. Tell them 
they'll be paid well....you decide how much....but they'll be hurt a 
bit....though not dangerously or permanently. Deliver them to me at 12 noon. 
Got all that?'

'Yes Boss. Any chance I get some of the action?'

'Not this time, Jolyon....but certainly once it's well set up. A few weeks' 
time.'

Soon after I wandered into Fi's kitchen and scrounged a coffee and a chat. 
She was very alluring...freshly bathed and perfumed, and wearing a satin, 
white negligee, that , loosely belted, did little to hide her charms. I was quite 
randy, and manoeuvered the conversation into fruitful areas. Like what 
would we have been if not suburban types.

'Fi. I see you as a woman of great strength. You would have been a Roman 
Empress. Beautiful, but cruel, ruthless, a dominatrix, a woman all Rome lusts 
after, but all Rome fears! Me. I'd be your body slave, to serve you, to be 
humiliated, bound in chains, whipped, abused, used as a toy for your 
pleasure.'

With the word 'dominatrix', Fi stirred. With the suggestion of me as a sex 
slave she positively smouldered. 'Be careful. I might just take you up on 
that.' She laughed, and the tension broke. The conversation moved on to 
safer things, but I'd achieved my aim for the morning.

Next morning I saw the parcel delivered.

At twelve sharp my three whores arrived by cab. Very satisfactory. A lovely 
slim blonde lass, a slim, boyish lad with an incredible white, but white 
complexion, and a great bull of a black man. I briefed them as to their duties, 
and helped them change, feeling them I must admit as I did so. At half-one I 
showed them the cellar, and secured them to the equipment.

At ten to two it was with some confidence I went down to the dungeon. I was 
pretty sure I'd landed Mrs Fiona Armstrong....but at all events I'd three fine 
young whores to play with if she didn't show. I stripped down, and crammed 
my balls and half-hard cock into a tiny, black, zip-fronted posing pouch. I 
checked the gags and ropes on the slaves, and switched on the cameras in the 
cellar, at the front door, and in the living room.

At one minute to two, Fiona appeared in the first monitor. Then the second, 
room camera showed her pause in front of the great mirror, let her long coat 
drop to the floor, and adjust her tiny bikini panties. She'd chosen the black 
outfit.....satin bra, waspie with suspender straps, black bikini panties, not the 
open-crotch, perhaps, but I couldn't quite see as yet, black silk gloves, black 
glossy stockings, and kinky black stilettos. She looked in the mirror, rubbed 
her cunt again, made two slashes with the whip she carried, and as she left 
the camera I switched off the monitors and knelt to await my fate.

I heard the top door open, close, and the key turn. I waited motionless.

'Don't look, slave. Don't move.' She slashed at my arse, her silken thighs but 
an inch from my face. I screamed.

She gripped my head between her stockinged thighs and again slashed. 'And 
remove that obscene little pouch, I have my male slaves naked.'

My hands fumbled with the thong behind my back. 'Excuse me, Mistress, I 
meant only to give pleasure.' She adjusted so my neck was against her 
crotch, and squeezed again. I could feel the firmness of her glossy thighs and, 
as she rubbed against me, her slippey cunt lips between the nylon slips of her 
open-crotch panties pressed against me, oiling the hairs of my neck, soaking 
me in female heat. 

'Over!' With the toe of a high-heeled shoe she turned me on my back She 
tapped my erect cock with the stiletto heel and then lifted my balls with the 
toe. 'So! This abject slave lusts after his Empress, does he?'

'Pardon me, Mistress. My Mistress is so beautiful. My cock aches for her. 
But I fear her too.'

 Slave, you are right to fear me, for in my lust, when my cunt rules my body, 
I am terrible.'                                                                                                                                                                                                 
 She slashed me across the belly, just missing the knob of my prick. I 
screamed again. Her lips were plumping, and glistened. The nub of her clit 
stood proud of the parted, pouting lips. Standing over me with one foot on 
my chest, gradually increasing the weight on the sharp heel, she parted fully 
the lips of her cunt directly over me. 'See that cunt, slave. That is an imperial 
cunt. It has never been denied any cock, or mouth, or hand or instrument it 
has desired. It is inflamed by power and domination.' The stiletto heel bore 
in harder as she twisted it against my chest. I yelled in pain, genuine. She 
laughed.

'Kneel.' A black hood, and a metal chain clipped to my slave collar, attached 
to which by a finer chain, handcuffs.My cuffed hand could just reach my 
cock. Another slash across the buttocks. 'Slaves do not finger their pricks in 
my presence unless instructed so to do.' Whoosh! The whip landed. My arse 
stung and tingled now. 'Face on floor!' Squatting on my upraised bottom, 
she parted my arse cheeks, and fingered the crack with a black silk-gloved 
hand. 'I warrant a few pricks have been up here, you filthy stud.' Another 
slash.

'Well, we'll block it now,' and going to the glass-fronted cupboard took out 
and anal plug, greased it, and slid it in, finally ramming it home. It was 
shaped with a rim to be gripped by the anus , and could not slip out by 
accident.

'Now, what have we here? A veritable bull of a man. And yet another slave.' 
She felt the negro's cock through his thin cotton trousers. 'And hung like a 
stallion, too.' She unshackled him from the wall where I'd manacled him, 
spreadeagled and gagged. She led him by the neck chain to the centre of the 
cellar, where chains hung from the stone, barrel-vaulted roof.

'Up to the hooks, slave.' She took his still-cuffed hands and fixed them to the 
block and tackle; two long pulls on the rope and he was on tip-toe, 
suspended. A black silk hood over his face blinded him. A second gag 
tightened outside the mask. And about a dozen lashes rained frenetically 
down on his gleaming body. Where would the next fall? I strained to watch 
the show. His screams were reduced to gurgles by the gags.

But pain was turning to pleasure, and his cock was now as hard as steel, 
straining upwards, making a bulge in the thin fabric I'd clothed him in. She 
paused in her labours, a bead of sweat on her inflamed upper lip, more than a 
few beads of juice on her swollen cunt lips.

'Now some naked black flesh for my pleasure...' Seizing a knife from the 
side table where I'd put a selection of toys, oils, whips, etc, she stepped up to 
the massive but helpless figure. She slipped the knife under the gag and silk 
mask, and with one dangerous upward motion ripped it up and off him. His 
eyes showed real fear when he felt the steel and saw the knife blade. His 
chest rose and fell as he panted. The white t-shirt was stretched across his 
broad chest, and the nipples stood out clear through the cheap fabric. As 
Fiona ripped it from hem to hem, it sprang apart: a rip up the back and it was 
off, falling over his feet.                                                                                                                      
Now she put the blade into the waistband of his trousers, slipping it down the 
front: his eyes rolled as he felt the cold steel against his hard, hot prick. What 
was she going to do? Surely not? She cut the waistband. I was still on all 
fours. She kicked me with her stiletto shoe. 'Finish it. Remove them.' 

Despite his fear, the sight of this magnificent, aggressive blonde had 
stiffened him. An impressive prick....ten, eleven inches? I don't know. But a 
mighty weapon.

I was kneeling, having pulled the trousers over his bare feet. Fiona stood over 
me, commanding, her legs apart. Grabbing my neck chain, she roughly  
pulled my face against her crotch. Despite the thin silk panties I was aware of 
her excitement. My lips now felt the dampness of the nylon, and now the 
slickness of her inner lips, the scent of her arousal. I reached up to hold her 
hips in order to press my nose more firmly into her lightly-clad crack. My 
handcuffs restrained me.

The whip fell again with a stinging blow across my buttocks. 'You'll fondle 
me when I tell you to.' Another lash. 'Not before.' And another , stinging 
terribly. 'Understood, slave?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'You may remove them now.'

I slowly pulled the skimpy nylon down over her suspenders and stockings, 
making the moment last. Down now to her stilettos, and taking each shoe in 
turn in my worshiping hands, slipped the panties off completely. I put the 
silky fabric to my nose to savour the woman-smell.

'So you like the scent of cunt, do you? Well have some. Take that mask 
off....' She pulled me up again, and crushed my face to her crack

The cunt was liquid, the lips open, and her clit erect. I took her clit in my 
mouth and nibbled, then tongued her inner lips, penetrating the hole. 'My 
clit, fool! My clit!' she yelled. I desperately sucked, licked, even bit her clit 
till in seconds she came, moaning, panting, clutching at my hair. She  came 
but wasn't yet satisfied.

'Lick my shoes, slave.' Kneeling still, I obeyed, licking the patent leather as 
she lashed into the naked buttocks and back of the prizefighter body. I could 
see her labia gleam as her sexual excitement grew. Finally she kicked me 
away again and pressed herself against that ebony body.

Her lips sought his nipples, hairless, and her hands felt  the muscles of his 
bull neck and hard buttocks. Her legs twined around his. Hanging now round 
his neck, she raised her legs and grasped him round the waist with her thighs, 
to rub her cunt against his hard belly.

'Place him, slave. Put his great cock in me.' I reached and held the great 
penis. Rubbing the huge knob in her crack, I located it precisely, and inserted 
the knob. She did the rest, lowering her body till the full length was in and 
her weight was held by his lower belly.                                                       
'Now whip him! Whip him hard.' As I swung her whip at his arse  he 
flinched and moved. Each of these spasms was transmitted to his cock, and 
through that to the woman riding it, her cunt stretched  by its girth. 'Harder! 
More! Harder! Whip him harder! Faster, damn you! I'll have your hide! 
Harder!' I beat him with full force, merciless. The sweat poured from my 
brow, but my cock rose higher and higher with the sight of his gleaming 
muscles and the weals rising from his oiled, ebony skin. As he writhed in 
agony, trying to avoid my blows, she came again.  He didn't. I suppose the 
pain of my lashing distracted him.

His pleasure was not  her aim, and she slipped off him, leaving him painfully 
erect.

'Lick him clean, slave.'

I knelt in front of him and enthusiastically licked at his wonderful cock. 
Running my tongue up the shaft, I removed the pungent juices of her orgasm. 
Then the balls, where she'd dribbled down. I tried to get his knob in my 
mouth, but it was too big. So I licked it, too, and then trying again, jammed it 
in against my palate, my jaw and lips stretched. Round now to the arse....the 
arsehole was hairless despite his massive frame, curious in such a macho 
guy. My tongue had barely penetrated when a stinging blow across my back 
stopped me.

'Enough. Now the female whore. Bring her to me.'

She was lovely, and I'd been looking forward to this. Blonde, she had a 
lovely sun-tan. I deliberately hadn't stripped her naked earlier, saving that 
pleasure, so I couldn't tell if her bronzing was all-over.  I'd manacled her to 
the wall using arm and leg shackles, but leaving her in her tight white top and 
skin-tight blue jeans. Her tits and bottom jutted delightfully. I had to release 
the shackles to undress her. First the leg shackles so I could pull, with 
difficulty , her jeans down and over her    feet. I put her slippers on again. 
Then the arm shackles over her head, and slipped the blouse up and off. No 
panties or bra. Fiona was
walking round her, inspecting, while I did this. I felt the blonde's cunt. It was 
dry. She hadn't found the beating and fucking of her black friensd as exciting 
as us. Frightened I guess.

'Now secure her. That'll do it.' She pointed to a specially designed high-
backed chair, securely anchored to the ground.

She understood the need for servile silence, and sat on the rough wooden 
surface without a murmur. The chair had been deliberately designed with a 
very narrow seat so the cunt and arse were available to the Dominatrix. I tied 
her hands high over her head, using the tall back of the chair.  With the same 
white silk cord, I tied her round the belly, and round the back of the chair.  
The gleaming white silk rope made a pretty contrast with the tanned skin of 
her young body. Now for the legs. Most men would have merely secured her 
ankles to the chairlegs, but I had a better notion. I passed a rope round one 
thigh, just above the knee, and then tied the other end to her upper arm, 
tightening the slack so her legs were comfortably bent. Then the other leg, 
and now her pink cunt, under its light fuzz of blonde hair, was quite open. 
But not open enough!  A crocodile clip on each of the cunt lips, and another 
silken cord running down to her ankles. Now the slightest movement of her 
legs would stretch her cunt lips, and force her cunt open ever wider. I stood 
back to admire the craftsmanship of my bondage.  Fiona complemented me, 
but insisted on nipple clamps and chains, which I fixed. The girl didn't 
complain, either at the cunt clips, or the nipple clips. I fixed a light chain 
around her neck, just in case my Mistress needed it for further control, and 
four more cunt clips to the now wide-open lips. As I did this I noticed a 
change in her cunt under my fingers. All this handling had stimulated her, 
and the crack was no longer dry!

'She is ready for you, Mistress. And she is beginning to heat up.'

'Oil her.  I wish to see her skin shine like the negro's'

Starting at her shapely ankles, I massaged upwards, up her lovely legs, 
smooth and slim, doing both at the same time. The scented oil was light and 
slippery, and didn't disappear into her skin. Now the hips and belly, as she 
sat in the chair. Still with two hands, I pressed and fondled her. Her arse was 
just on the edge of the wooden seat, while her martyred cunt jutted out over 
it. I dripped  oil onto her open cunt and allowed it to run between her cheeks, 
over the light brown rose of her anus, and onto the chair. With both hands I 
rubbed it into her inner thighs, her arsehole, and, yes, right into her cunt . 
And now her nearly hairless cuntlips, to make them gleam in the lamplight. I 
paused  again, to drip more oil from the tiny bottle onto my fingers and palm, 
and gently massaged oil into the length of her slit, concentrating now on the 
hardening nub of her clit, and the slit itself, now slick with not only oil. She 
wriggled, in pleasure now, but gasped as that motion pulled at her open 
cuntlips.

Now up higher, quickly her shoulders, and the part of her back I could reach. 
Now, lingeringly, her lovely, firm, conical tits. Her nipples were little nuts 
between my fingers and thumbs, and I teased them by pulling lightly on the 
chains, stretching the tits. Her skin was smooth as silk over firm young flesh. 
I drew the oil over her breasts to the tips, then round, and round again.

'You like tits, do you, slave? Well what of these? Fiona pressed her strong 
round breasts against me. With oily hands I ran my figers over them. They 
were as firm and elastic as the young girl's , but with much larger, brown 
nipples.

They're lovely, Mistress. As young and firm. And bigger, fuller. May I lick 
them, suck them?'

Perhaps later. First this young whore. Gag her.'

Fiona clearly enjoyed whipping. Though, I half suspect she was sufficiently 
in control to ensure she didn't break the skin of this lovely young thing. 
Nonetheless, the open thighs, and naked tits took their share of punishment, 
as she whipped. The poor girl hardly dared move, as each movement of arm 
moved the leg, which pulled on the cunt clamps, adding to the pain of the 
lashing. Occasionally Fiona would pause and pass the whip handle over her 
own cunt, or insert it into the vagina of her sex-slave, before continuing. I 
couldn't but notice that the girl's cunt was becoming inflamed. The whipping 
was having its usual effect, as pain gave way to sexual stimulation. 

Fiona must have noticed this too, as she instructed me to remove the 
bondage, and led her to the couch.

Obviously Fiona liked tits, too, as she stood by the low bed and handled the 
body in front of her. Though her hands wandered all over the oiled skin, it 
was the firm-standing tits that she fondled most. The girl, tentatively at first, 
and when she realised that the punishment was over at least for a while, more 
eagerly, caressed her own clit. Kneeling as I was beside the bed I could see 
her lips plump and glisten as she wanked. I pressed my hard cock against the 
satin coverlet. Fiona got beside her and knelt over her face. Slowly at first 
and then with more and more vigour she shagged the blonde's face, dragging 
her cunt up and down ,rubbing cuntlips and clit against nose and mouth. The 
girl was assisting with her stiffened tongue.  The girl was still wanking, but 
with her free hand she reached up to caress her rider's bottom, and indeed to 
penetrate her anus. Fiona tweaked her own nipples, and her hips bucked 
faster and faster, until she came. The girl moaned her disappointment as 
Fiona climbed off, temporarily satisfied.

'Release the big, black bastard. Give him the whore. I want to see her well-
shagged.'

The huge man was still erect. I released him, and removed all the gags, 
chains and sundry fetish gear his splendid muscles were adorned with. 'There 
she is!' I said. 'Go get it!'

In a second he was across the room, by the bed, and onto the girl, still playing 
with her clit. He was in her with one great thrust, and despite her state of 
arousal his great size made her squeal. This was all it took, after Fiona's  
attentions, to make her come, and her squeal became a series of sobs and 
garbled words. But he shagged on through her orgasm, his great weapon 
slowly and rhythmically fucking her. Fiona hung over the couple, watching, 
but with the end of the girl's first orgasm she laughed, and turned away.

The third slave-whore, untouched as yet was attached to a whipping bench. 
This was a bar, about three feet from the ground, but adjustable. She had bent 
his naked body over the polished wooden spar, and shackled his feet to the 
floor rings on one side of it, and his hands on the other. He was completely 
bent double, with his arse totally exposed. I was kneeling, enjoying the sight 
of this slim,very white body about to be chastised. Because I expected my 
Mistress to whip him, knowing her tastes now. But I was wrong.

From the side table she selected a strap-on. One projection of the dildo fitted 
into her cunt, with a plate to stop the whole device slipping in, and also to 
rub up against the clit of the wearer. The other end stood proud, cock-shape, 
and cock-length. Summoned, I tightened the straps round her waist and 
thighs. She spat onto his naked arsehole, worked the spittle for a moment 
into the hole, and without more ceremony shoved it up him, to bugger him. 
His scream was muffled by the gag, but was nonetheless real.

She ground her dildo into him, and I could see her maximising the stimulus 
to her clit by working it in circles as well as in and out. With each thrust she 
crashed her thighs into his white bottom, and each thrust must have impacted 
equally onto her clit.The lad must have been practised in passive buggery as 
he was clearly getting pleasure. His hips despite the restraint he was in 
moved in time with each penetration: more to the point, his prick was now 
erect!

'May I suck your slave as you have him? Please, Mistress, let me mouth 
him.'

Fiona said nothing, which I took as consent. Squatting under the bar, I placed 
the whole knob and shaft in my mouth, sucking hard. Then in and out in a 
classic fellation. In seconds he came, copiously. I didn't stop, while Fiona 
shagged towards her own climax. It wasn't long to her orgasm, and the group 
fell apart just in time to hear and then see the ecstacy of the couple forgotten 
across the room.

This was the signal for Fiona to have the boy untied, and to dismiss all three 
whores. But not me!

I suppose after the fairly gentle lesbian interlude, she was ready for some 
more sadistic exercise. Anyway, she strung me up on the ceiling hooks so 
recently vacated by the negro. She blindfolded me, and I felt her nipples 
lightly brush my chest. She fitted nipple clamps, but I couldn't feel any 
chains from them. Now, from behind, breasts pressed full and firm against 
my back, tight against my buttocks, she tweaked both my nipples by pulling 
at the clips. Then a mouth on my cock. A tongue licking the length of the 
shaft and round the knob, Then a rain of blows , from what felt like the 
school cane, on my chest, thighs, and then bottom and back.

Still blindfolded, she let me down and grasping my cock, led me by it to what 
I guessed was the low bondage couch. The mask and slave-collar stayed on, 
but my hands were freed. I was pushed down onto the couch, and my hands 
and ankles padlocked (I could hear the clicks) to leather catches, so I was 
cruciform, open and without protection.

She fellated me again, her hands pulling at and stretching my scrotum and 
poking at the muscle between balls and my still well-plugged arsehole. Her 
mouth was soft in contrast to the pinching and scratching of her fingers on 
my tender sack. Her mouth accepted the full length of my prick, and then 
released it. 'Don't presume to come, slave. If you come, my punishment of 
you will be extreme.' I held myself by an act of willpower and fear on the 
very edge of a huge orgasm.

She stopped, and removing the gag, whipped off my hood. Her bra was in 
place again, though I know she had been naked as she played with me, and 
scarcely hid the beauty of her tits, with the straining nipples clear through the 
opaque satin cloth. In the mirror, I could see her rounded, mature butt, and as 
she bent over me the lips of her cunt were open in lust, and wet with desire. 
'Mistress, have pity. I'm afraid I can't hold it.'  
                                                                                                                      
'Dirty slave. Has my whipping not cured your lust for me? Well, we'll try 
another tack.' With this, she stood astride me, lowered her cunt onto my 
upright tongue and shagged my face, as I had seen her fuck the blonde. Back 
and forth over my eyes, nose, mouth, and chin she rocked, faster and faster, 
harder and harder, pressing more of her weight onto me. The juices flowed 
over my face, into my mouth, as she squished all over me. I was in an 
ecstacy, and on the point of coming. Again her shouts, her spasms as she 
came with a dozen great thrusts at my face, screaming obscenities.

Calmer, now, she lowered her cunt onto my cock. I felt the after-spasms of 
her orgasm grip it. 'If you come before me, you'll regret it......for weeks at 
least,' she promised.

'Mistress, I'm afraid I may not hold out. I'm too weak, and you're too 
exciting. Punish me. Hurt me.' The pain from my nipples distracted me a 
moment as she pulled at the clamps, but still her thighs and arse moved more 
rapidly, shagging her willing sex object. Thank God, she was coming. I felt 
her cunt grip, and her face reddened. Shouts, more spasms, the first of which 
started me, as I came too, massively, so strong as to be almost painful. She 
collapsed, panting, onto me.

Minutes passed before she undid me, and we sat on the sofa drinking cooled 
champagne. 

Later we talked as we fondled each other. 'Jack, sometimes I feel ashamed 
after doing that. But it seemed so right today.'

'That's because I like it....and it seems our little friends did too. Do you get 
many chance to enjoy bondage  and domination games?'

'I do it to Tony from time to time....usually when I'm angry with him. But he 
doesn't really join in....and he doesn't get hard like you.' She was fingering 
my half-hard cock as she spoke. I've got some books, and I use them to 
fantasise sometimes when I'm doing more ordinary sex. How did you guess 
what I wanted?'

Not the truth! 'I just hoped, and thought I'd  explore it a bit, before chancing 
an approach. I knew you wanted the same as me after our chat over coffee. I 
just hoped, because that's what I wanted. I planned before what I was going 
to say, and if I was wrong, I was going to pass it off as a risque joke. But you 
did respond..., you did.' I hugged her, kissed her lips, fondled the thin nylon 
covering her arse, and felt my hard coming back. 'Now look what you've 
done, Fi.' I said, and placed her hand on my cock again. 'Let's go upstairs.'

In my main bedroom we lay on the bed, afternoon sun streaming through the 
window. We played like innocent lovers, straight sex now. I removed my 
anal plug, and stripped her of the remnants of her bondage gear. Her tits were 
firm, her belly as flat as a twenty year old girl, her legs shapely and long, her 
cunt hair honey-blonde like her son. We felt, fondled, whispered, looked, 
kissed, giggled, and fucked twice, the first missionary, and the second doggy.

At about six she went. 'Jack, I want you badly, I know I'll have to share you 
with a lot of others, but I want to have you as both a slave and a lover. 
Tony's away on business Friday night....' Her voice faded away into a 
question.

'I'd like that too. Wear the other set of gear. By the way, is David away 
Friday night too?'

Fi looked puzzled. 'Yes, he is. Why do you ask?'

'Oh, just a thought. Tony works too hard. No wonder he can't do justice to 
his sexy wife.'

After Fi left I remembered I hadn't cleared the tape from last night, the bugs 
in David's and his sisters' rooms. It only records when there are actually 
sounds there, so it didn't take long.

David's room. The tape started with his door opening and closing, very 
crefully, softly. Kissing noise. Then David 'Try on top of me,Dad, my legs in 
the air.' Pause. 'Oh yes, that's good. I can feel you in me, so full and warm. 
And I can get my hand on my cock too.' Pause.'It's nice in the pitch dark. 
Sort of cozy.' The sounds of shagging continued, and Tony's panting 
orgasm. He hadn't spoken a word. 'Now you do me, David, sameway.' No 
reply but the sound of kissing and rustling sheets.   

The girls' room. No sex, but just chatting before sleep. It included this gem 
from Trina. 'Peter's been at my undies again, my lovely new black satin set. I 
don't mind him wearing them, but this time there's spunk on the suspender 
belt....that's too much! ' Emma..'What did you do, lick it off?'  
Trina..'You're terrible, Emma.' Sound of slapping hands on bottoms and 
giggles. Silence............The way to Peter was now clear.

                                                          Chapter Eight : Peter

Saturday morning I looked out Peter, chatted amiably, and decided on the 
direct approach, saying I'd got something that would interest him.

As soon as I'd found out he shared one of my own little weaknesses I'd 
phoned Jolyon and had him shop round the lingerie boutiques. A very large 
quantity was delivered Friday, and before my (delightful) night with Fi I 
sorted it all out, and hung it up. I love sexy undies and enjoyed the task!

So I led Peter up to my 'TV' room, opened the wardrobe and said, 'They're 
all for you if you want them.'

He stood amazed, then reached in, feeling a green satin chemise. He took 
down a hanger with white lace bra panties and suspender belt and held it to 
his cheek. He hung it up again. 'For me,Jack? They're lovely. How did you 
know?'

A necessary lie, and a part truth. 'I love dressing up myself, and thought you 
might too. Look, there's a photo of me behind the wardrobe door.'

'Oh, do you really, Jack. That's lovely. I thought it was just me, and I was 
odd. Nice photo.....I love satin, and they're lovely glossy tights.'

That's my kinky bondage outfit. The man who took it wanted me to have my 
cock out....but I'm not properly hard. He took too long taking it! And you're 
not odd at all. A lot of men love it. Some gay, some straight, and some 
bisexual. Me, I'm bi. Are you?'

'A bit bi, but mostly I like boys. I think. I can go with a girl, but really I 
prefer boys. At College the girls are always after me, but the boys too. I don't 
mind. I like it!' he said defiantly.

'Look at these, Peter,' and I showed him the second wardrobe full of dresses, 
blouses, skirts, and shoes. And a basket of various packs of stockings. 
'Here's another photo of me.' This was a poleroid taken by Jolyon at a party 
a few months before the Armstrongs arrived.

'That's never you! It's very beautiful. But I can see it is. You've got a blonde 
wig on. I've never tried that.'

'You must, Peter, and all you need is here.' I showed him the dressing table, 
with its tidy ranks of make-up, brushes, nail-sets, eyelashes etc etc, and four 
wigs on wig-stands. 'You can come here and dress up whenever you want, 
even when I'm away.'  

I lay on the bed, 'Go on, try some on, and I'll watch.'

He stripped off, not coy at all. To be naked in the presence of another male 
was not a new experience.

Peter took his time chosing the undies, feeling the textures, and holding them 
against his lovely naked body as he paraded in front of the long mirror. His 
skin was olive, his body hairless except for the delightful dark fluff around 
his balls and above his cock, a little triangle surrounded by clear, soft skin, 
almost girlish. As he pirouetted , trying on the various panties and slips, I 
enjoyed the shape of his firm little bottom, and the slender, slightly muscled 
arms and legs. At last he made his decision and chose a white set, and white 
shoes.  I too stripped off . Like all the other boys 'I was after him'. Hard and 
erect, I lay there naked getting more and more aroused. I'm sure he was 
aware of this and enjoying it as he flaunted his charms.

He put the bra on first, fastening it at the front, and inserting the to (rather 
expensive) false tits that Jolyon had provided. Then the suspender belt. You 
could see he'd worn one before, quite apart from what I'd heard the other 
night, as he clasped it together, slipped it on, and wriggled it into position. I 
loved the jiggling of his pert little butt and the way his cock, now semi-erect, 
waved about as he got the suspender belt properly over his flat stomach and 
the right way round. He tore open a packet of stockings, dropping the debris 
on the floor, another charming feminine trait! Sensuously, he rolled first one 
then the other glossy, flesh-toned nylon stocking up his slender, lightly-
haired legs. He ran his hands up and down to smooth them tight, obviously 
loving the sensuous feel of the hard, glossy finish. I got a lovely eyeful of his 
shapely arse, and even the hidden ring of his bottom hole as he raised first 
one leg, then the other to fasten the straps. 

'Lovely!'was my comment. And he walked up and down in front of the 
mirror, feeling his silken thighs with both hands. His cock had swelled into 
full erection. Not as big as mine, or his brother's , it was still a very elegant 
and proportioned prick. I was drooling for it.

He had chosen white lace panties. I'd have preferred him in full satin panties 
that would perhaps not have accentuated the shape of his lovely bottom, but I 
love the way satin glistens when stretched over a bum, and the feel of it of 
course.  Peter had gone for appearance rather than sensuality, another 
charming feminine trait! He bent over in fron of the mirror, and caressed his 
arse cheeks, watching his hands stray over the satin of his suspenders, and 
the lace of his panties. Now the shoes.....white with high heels. And didn't 
they show off his legs and trim ankles! 

The dress he chose was more of a corset than a gown...but then I guess he'd 
already decided to have me, and dressed lightly!. I got up from the bed and 
lightly kissed him on the lips. He reached down and felt my cock. 'What a 
lovely one, darling. And all for me this afternoon?' Dressed, he played the 
coquette to perfection. I looked down, and saw he'd allowed his prick to peep 
over the top of his panties, and the flimsy nylon of his 'dress' hardly reached 
down as far as that. I caressed the balls, in their lacy pouch.

'Sit down and I'll make you up.'

I stood behind him at the dressing-table, and considered for a moment. 'Your 
skin is so fine, and clear, that we hardly need any heavy foundation. That's 
lucky! I need a lot of pancake nowadays! Just a touch of this.....' And I 
massaged a very light foundation cream ito his face and neck. Then the 
eyes....a suspicion of blue. A touch of mascara. On the cheeks just the 
lightest flusher, and a carefully applied lipstick. 'A brush always does a 
better job than a lipstick. There. I've done.'

I chose a dark wig for him. 'It's fun to be blonde or redhead sometimes, but 
it's always more convincing to stay close to your own colouring. ' I brushed 
the hair into place. In fact, you                                      
don't really need a wig. Your hair's almost long enough, and only needs 
styling. There, I've finished.'

'But I'm lovely! I.....I had no idea...' He stood and pirouetted in front of the 
mirror.

'You really are very beautiful. And God, I'm lusting after you.' I lay back on 
the bed. 'My reward?'

'Mine too,' he laughed, coquette.

'Come here,' and I took him in my arms. Down on his cock, and without 
preliminaries, I pressed my cheek against the nylon covering....Taking 
advantage of the looseness of the panties, I pulled his cock out and sucked 
him off., fully dressed. It took only seconds, two or three suctions, so excited 
was he by his transformation. I scarcely had time to savour the delights of his 
undies-clad butt and silky legs... He came into my mouth and I swallowed 
every drop before kissing him on the lips . 'That was lovely, Peter. Let me 
show you something else.' I reached for the Echo des Savannes that had 
figured in the seduction of his father.

Straight to the second page.

'They're lovely. But they've got breasts! How do they get lovely tits? Jesus, 
I'd love to have tits. What is it? Implants?'

Probably just hormone treatment. Pills, you know. See that photo on the wall 
over there. That's a dear friend of mine who's made the journey from boy to 
she-male, using hormones. She's lovely , isn't she?  And she's still got the 
use of her lovely cock. You'd like her. She's about a year older than you.'

'But the boys'd never leave me alone if I had tits...as well as girl's legs and 
bottom.' He giggled and waggled his arse sexily, kneeling. I was captivated 
by his feminine guile, and pressed the firm rounded buttocks with both 
hands, feeling the flesh beneath the nylon sheathing. I pressed my face 
against it, my nose right into the nylon-clad crease of his bottom. I was still 
hard.

'I know the Doctor who transformed Sally. He'd give you the pills that 
would give you beautiful breasts and keep your skin as soft and hairless as a 
young girl's. Your legs are lovely, and your bottom: but they will be even 
lovelier after a course of hormones. He'll want to be sure  you really want to 
look like a pretty girl, and that uou're content to have men lusting after your 
body.' I caressed him as I whispered.

'Oh'yes. As soon as possible. Now fuck me, Jack.'

The lovely, direct, honest boy! As he knelt I  pulled the crotch of his panties 
to one side, and kneeling behind him, applied a drop of saliva, and slipped it 
in. Gently, lovingly, I caressed his arse-cheeks as I moved quietly in and out. 
I leaned forward, my cock in right to the hilt, and my belly against his 
'girlish' bum, and I licked the smooth, olive skin of his back. It was best for 
me to remain still a moment, as I could easily have come. Sensing this, 
perhaps, and indicating more experience than his brother or father, Peter too 
stayed motionless. The crisis passed,  His white bra, that would soon we 
hoped be filled with delightful young breasts, I pulled with my teeth, and let 
it snap back. I licked round, and softly round, while Peter moaned, rotated his 
bum to get friction, and pushed hard back against me, to have every last inch 
of my tool. I ran my hands down over his legs enjoying the smoothness of his 
nylons, and the softer smoothness of his firm flesh, above the stocking-tops. 
His pals at College were right: They were lovely 'girlie' legs. No wonder, 
with arse and legs like that, he was in constant demand for buggery. Good 
job he wasn't a boarder at my old school: we'd have shagged him silly. You 
didn't have to be gay, or even bi, to want to fuck a body as pretty as that!

I wanted this one to last, but couldn't hold back. 'Jack, let me feel your hot 
come.' And I did, and he did, with long, controlled, slow sweeps of my tool 
into his squirming butt. He sighed and we lay, back to belly, my half-hard 
cock still in him. After a bit I went soft and his anus expelled it. I wiped us.

'Look at this,' I said, and put on a video. It was a home movie, and obviously 
shot in the same room, on the same bed as we were using.Transvestites 
(including me) and transexuals (including Sally) and virile males. Peter sat 
up, and studied their bodies with the interest of a boy who had decided to 
become a she-male. 'One of my parties...'

'It's lovely!' he said. And we sank back into a side-by-side sixty-nine. His 
lovely young cock, small at about seven inches, but delightful with its sexy 
red knob, slipped in and out of my 
lips. He swallowed my whole prick, and sucked as expertly as any back-seat 
whore. Those boys at College must have spoiled him  with their generous 
gifts of young cock and hot spunk. As his finger tip entered my arse I came, 
and my coming started him, again deep in my throat.

We lay and talked. 'Soon I'll take you to see my doctor, and we'll start your 
transformation. You need some time to make sure you really want a lovely, 
sexy, feminine body.'
                                                                                                       
'Oh,Jack. I can't wait, and thankyou. And you fuck better than my friends. 
And they won't suck me, either. They only want my bottom and mouth.'

'Don't know what they're missing.' I hugged and kissed him. 'I'm off, but 
you stay here and try on things if you want. When you're dressed are you 
Peter, or do you have another name?'
                                                                                                                                    
'I think I'll be Alice. I feel like Alice.'

'Well, Alice, tomorrow afternoon I'll get a hairdresser round and we'll do 
something about your coiffure. Then I'll show you how to make up, and 
we'll go out as man and girl. OK?'

'Please.'

Next day at noon a tame hairdresser came. A gay who came to my parties 
from time to time, he could be relied upon to be sympathetic. Peter had 
shoulder length dark brown hair, and the simple but stylish cut did wonders 
for him. In his black slip he really did look like a young girl. He was so 
excited by the change he kissed the hairdresser on the lips, hugged him, and 
might have done more if I hadn't interrupted. 'Another time, you two girls! 
I'd love to watch, but we're in a hurry today.' And shooed him out. 

He didn't really need make-up with his fine, soft, hairless olive skin. But I 
showed him how to apply a nearly natural lipstick, and the lightest of 
powders and eye-shadow. Also perfume, which he loved, and had to be 
advised not to over-use. We were ready.

In the cab to town I remebered my trip with Trina. The cabbie may or may 
not have suspected, but he certainly had the hots for my beautiful companion. 
I teased him by kissing Alice and fondling her thighs, under the short black 
dress she'd chosen, all this in the cabbie's mirror.

Tea at The Ritz. The Major Domo smiled. 'Hullo,' he thought, 'Here's Mr 
Hardy with another under-age girl. Naughty man!' Good tips matter! Then to 
Harley Street and Dougal.

My deal with Dougal included he could shag my new friend, if he could 
persuade her. Not that I thought that'd prove a problem. So I wasn't surprised 
when I saw on the famous CCTV that after helping Alice off with her dress 
and showing her some pictures, I assume of big-bosomed trannies, he knelt 
in front of her and sucked her off enthusiastically. Then he bent her over his 
desk and shagged her hard and sharp in the arse. When she came out she 
said, 'He's ever such a nice man. Not like a Doctor at all. He says I'm born to 
fuck and be fucked, that I'll make a lovely girl, and all the men will lust after 
me!He says I must take one of these each day, and within two months my tits 
will start to grow a bit, in four months I'll have nice small, hard tits, and by 
Christmas lovely , firm, round breasts, with large, long, feminine nipples. He 
showed me photos of your friend Sally as she gradually changed. I'm to go 
back in two months for him to check progress.

'For another suck, or fuck, or what?' I said as I hugged her. We left giggling.




                               Chapter nine : Fiona Dominatrix

I'd succeded in having every member of the Armstrong family. Stage two 
would be to organise increasing group sex, till I could enjoy the whole bunch 
in one inclusive orgy. This would stretch my Machiavellian powers but I was 
confident of success. The raw material was there, as each indiviodual had a 
poiwerful and uninhibited sex-drive, and there was a family tendency to 
bisexuality. It only needed encouraging, organising and exploiting.
The next night I was laying on a bed with Fiona, still dressed in the pretty 
little things she'd allowed me to put on for my beating etc in the dungeon. 
Black, seethrough, as I remember. I told her her husband was not the boring  
straight she thought, that he was much more sexually enterprising than she 
guessed.

'What? That wimp! He may buy a whore from time to time...what man 
doesn't? But anything more enterprising.....he's just not capable of it.'

'Oh, but he is, I assure you.' I stroked her hair as she lay beside me. 'You'd 
be surprised. And I could prove it if you want.'

So it was that I turned on the tape I'd made of Tony and his son David. 
...'Lay on top.....it's so cozy this way.....God I feel randy....my hotel, Friday 
all night....'

I could feel the tension in her as my hand rested on her thigh. She was silent 
for an age. Then anger...' The dirty old sod! Won't shag his wife, but has his 
son! I'll give him a proper seeing to next time...'
                                                                                                      

I used the opportunity to whisper my plan in her ear. She loved it, and agreed 
to use it to punish her man. Her anger gave way to laughter as we elaborated 
the scheme. She squeezed me to her. 'I like you dressed like this, you know. 
I've got quite a strong bi streak in me....before I married I was quite a little 
lesbian. '  Side by side we shagged, quietly this third time, to our 
orgasms...she came before me, and dozed off in each others' arms.

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

Saturday morning, Tony and David came round for coffee in the morning. I 
was not up yet, and they brought it to my room, where I entertained them, 
Noel Cowardish, in my dressing gown. Fresh from their night of gay incest, 
they were all over each other like young lovers. I could see they wanted each 
other, and probably that's why they had come over, to get a space in which to 
fuck discretely. They had eyes for each other, to the exclusion of me, eyes for 
no-one except their bride, and forever fondling each other. Of course, they 
didn't mind Jack knowing this, and Jack enjoyed their lust for each other. 
'Don't mind me. I can see you've got unfinished business. Why not get on 
with it while I shave.' They were undressing even before I got to the en-suite 
bathroom.

Whether Dad had his son I don't know, but as I came back into my bedroom, 
David was just about to come in his father's arse.

We had another coffee downstairs in the sitting room, and I put a tape on, to 
rejuvenate them. A home movie this, taken in my dungeon in the days when I 
had a lot of street rent-boys around the place. Delightful memories of leather-
clad, lithe bodies, bondage, chains, whips, cocks, bottoms and buggeries.

The two of them liked this. Fascinating! Tony didn't want bondage or S&M 
sex particularly with his wife, but fancied it with boys. Well, well, well.

'Would you like some of that? I ask because the dungeon in the film is right 
beneath your feet now.'

And so we agreed a date for six o'clock, to give them time to recover from a 
heavy night and morning shagging. David said he'd ask Tom along. 'For you, 
Jack. You'll love his body, and he's very sub....'

By half past six we had Tony tied up, face-up on a bench, David in a 
buggering frame, and Tom with his hands cuffed, stretched upwards to the 
ceiling with a block and tackle. I was free and wandering around, groping, 
caressing, making obscene suggestions, and occasionally applying a light 
whip to tasty arse or chest.

David was right about Tom. Only about five foot six, he was nonetheless a 
splendid specimen. Beautifully proportioned with broad shoulders and tiny 
slim hips. A hard muscular bottom and flat, hard belly. His body was 
hairless, except for the lightest fluff of tight black curls under arms and 
around the cock. Half erect, this was  slim and finely formed, straight and 
slender.His body was lightly oiled, and the brown velvet of his skin shone in 
the sexy low light. I couldn't keep my hands off him, and was coaxing him to 
full erection, one hand cradling his tight balls, the other softly tapping the 
underside of his cock. I allowed my hand to slip round the base of his balls, 
and finger-tapped his arsehole. I was about to do more, when....

Enter the Demon Queen.

Fiona was magnificent. Gold satin basque pushing her tits upwards and 
leaving large brown nipples clear. Gold satin panties....as she stood legs 
apart, the bush of honey-blonde cunt hair clearly seen with her split crotch. 
Black fishnet stockings and gold, fetish stiletto heels. She stood with her 
arms over her head, grasping the handle and working end of a flexible black 
whip, in the stance I had seen on the CCTV that first day.

In her rage her breasts swelled. 'Jack, I'm angry with you. How dare a slave 
usurp his Mistress and have his own little bondage orgy? Get away from that 
handsome black boy....Take your finger out of his arse! You will not play 
with his body until or unless I command it.'

Their faces were a picture. Tony scared stiff, David shocked, Tom 
smouldering. Except for me, none were now erect.

'What have we here? That sodomite Tony Alexander? Still can't get it up , 
eh?' He visibly cringed  bound on the table level with her calfs. She swished 
him smartly across the loins, 
and then several more times up and down his body. He screamed, and the red 
lines across his body showed it was no pretence. 'And silence while I whip 
you, or you'll feel this too' 'This' was a horse-bit, a snaffle, which I guessed 
(and obviously Tony did too as he winced, but shut up) would be 
uncomfortable, and probably painful. 'See this cunt?' She stood over him, 
astride, and pulled the lips apart. 'If it were a young male prick then I 
suppose you'd be hard?' Her whip flipped across the flaccid cock and balls. 
'Suck me! Do it well and I may abate some of the punishment you've earned. 
' She lowered herself onto his mouth, still holding her cunt open. In 
desperation to please, her helpless husband licked and sucked at the cunt and 
clit as she roughly shagged his face. ' My tits, slave! My tits, damn you.' I 
too stood over him, and pressing my chest up to her back pulled her towards 
me, one hand on each tit, moulding, pressing, titillating the nipples, till she 
came.

Now she abandoned her man, and moved over to her son. In his buggering 
frame he was obviously petrified, having seen the whipping his father had to 
endure. Appalled to see his mother in this mood....he had no idea of the lusts 
of his other parent. 'Another bugger, eh? Do you know what incest is, young 
man? Don't think it's only if you shagged Trina... yes I've seen how you lust 
after her lovely bosoms, her shapely butt. No incest is also buggering (swish 
on his naked arse) and being buggered (swish again) by that randy old 
sodomite your father (swish). Let's see if you're a hopeless case.'  She pulled 
one side of the basque lower, exposing now all of one breast. 'Lick my tit! 
Nibble the nipple.' and she pushed the breast into his face. Keen to please 
this Fury, David licked hard, and he sucked hard, 'Ah! All is not lost! You 
may like sodomy, but you enjoy the girls too! Look at his cock, Jack. 
Disgusting, isn't it. Lusting after his mother.' She knelt in front and took the 
cock in her mouth, moving expertly to increase his erection. I stood admiring 
this lad. What a glorious body. The muscles of the thighs and belly, a 
swimmer's physique, and that white cock, contrasting with his mother's ruby 
lips and his own golden tan. Fi released the knob, and posed, the knob resting 
against her lips, ruby red against ruby red.

'You dirty boy,' she said,' I expect this hard cock would like to have its 
mother's bottom as well as its father's?' She backed herself onto his body, 
arched herself forward everso slightly, and started to rub her arse and cunt 
against his straining prick. 'Slave!' She beckoned to me. I came over from 
my play with Tom and, at her indication, took a long nipple in my mouth and 
sucked. Then the other, and turn-about. 'Down!' She made me kneel and lick 
her clit while her son's tool rested on her arse or in the crack of her cuntlips, 
without penetration. I understood....Fiona was going to tempt, tease, and 
perhaps deny?

She moved off him, took the cock , now straining upwards,in her hand and 
eyed it. 'There's a drop of come in the hole. Slave, suck it clean for me.' 
Fiona was making sure I too would enjoy this session. My cock strained up 
as well when I took that noble prick in my mouth, running my tongue round 
the collar of his knob. 'Enough!' She kicked me away with the point of her 
dangerous shoe.

'And who is this beautiful boy?' Tom flinched, but stayed silent, beginning 
to understand her rules. I caught Fi's eye. She understood, and was certainly 
grateful for the feast of specialised pleasure I'd arranged again for her. 'Play 
with him, slave,. Play with his ebony body and make his black prick hard for 
me while I watch.'

She stood, imperious, legs apart and breasts straining out. She rubbed her 
whip handle along the crack of her cunt . Then slipped the knob of the handle 
into her cunt, and shagged herself while she watched my gay play.

As he stretched to the ceiling, I pressed my body up against him and kissed 
him. He recprocated, his tongue seeking mine out, forcing in past my lips. 
My cock bore in against his belly, and his still only part-erection. I pressed 
myself against his back, and took his nipples one in each hand lightly tickling 
them. 'That's good, ' murmured Tom, and his bottom moved gently against 
my cock, pressing into me. My cock found his crack and rested there as I 
reached down and felt the weight of his balls, before holding his now erect 
cock. 'May I release this beautiful boy, Mistress, so we can show you 
passionate lovemaking?' She nodded, and absent-mindedly lashed her man 
across his buttocks, before replacing the whip handle in her cunt.

We stood a moment side-by-side, grasping each others cocks. His was longer 
and broader even than mine. Then we lay together on a soft divan in a sixty 
nine. Despite its size, I was able to swallow the whole length into my throat 
and hold it there, while he gobbled and slurped on mine. I love black bums, 
(male or female), and the rounded contours of this young black boy offered 
the best of both worlds, an effeminate lad. I explored this roundness , running 
my fingers over the smoothness of his skin, feeling its firmness, and now the 
crease of his bottom, lightly moistened with sweat and the scented oil with 
which I'd prepared his body for bed. I penetrated his arse with one finger and 
he moaned in pleasure, forcing his cock deeper still into my throat as my 
mouth and tongue worked on it.

'Enough!' The lash fell on my naked bottom.

She went over to the bed and fixed Tony's ankles to chains, released his 
other bonds, and hauled his legs upwards towards the ceiling, till his weight 
rested on his back and shoulders, his arms still pinioned. His arse was 
exposed and open. 'Fi, I beg you! It was harmless enough, really. Please! I 
don't like this.'    

'Yes, but do like shagging young men's arses. Do like fondling young men's 
bodies and fellating them. Do like incest and buggery.' Each phrase was 
punctuated by an upward or downward slash across his naked butt, or the 
base of his cock, and a satisfying scream from her victim. Her colour was 
rising, the result perhaps of the exercise, or perhaps her rising sexual passion, 
stirred by the sadism.  'Slave! Here! Wank him while I whip him.' As the 
blows rained down, I rubbed oil into his cock, about level with his face while 
I knelt. 

'Please don't be angry with me, Mistress, I can't get him hard.' I cringed.

'Not your fault! Can't even get it up with a fine man like Jack. Need the boys 
younger, do we?'

'Please, Fi.'.... slash.....'Please Fi'....slash....'Please Mistress.'

'That's better!'

'Mistress. This is terrible. I can't feel randy with my legs in the air like this. 
Let me go, and I'll play any game you want...'

'Ah, but I do feel randy with you strung up legs in the air. And that's the 
point isn't it? My cunt is hot and juicy! .....slash.....and juicier with each 
slash......slash......I lust.....slash......not a game this.....slash.....Shag my son? 
......slash.....And not give me a turn at him?....slash......God I'm 
randy......slash....Slave! Cut him down! On his back .  Yes! That's right! Take 
the bonds off the wanker, so he can wank. I said wank, Damn you.' He 
started to wank, and, indeed, freed from his bonds, his cock hardened as she 
stood over him. 'Now the hood!' With practised hands, I secured the black 
leather slave-hood, and while I did this his cock finally stood, as I knew it 
could. Fiona had strapped on a black dildo in the meantime. It was one I'd 
bought, and I knew it penetrated her cunt, and rubbed on her clit, as well as 
potentially serving as a very effective penis. I fastened a matching leather 
harness behind her back, and she looked the part! 

' I feel like buggering the sod.'

He lifted his hips to receive her dildo. I found myself wondering whether this 
had formed part of their bedroom games before. After all, he'd accepted my, 
and David's cock without any grief or difficulty. On balance I thought 
probably not, because of the frantic excitement his wife was obviously 
experiencing. She knelt in front of him as he lay on the floor, wanking at his 
hard prick. Offering the end of the dildo to his anus she pushed forward.
                                                                                                                           
She leant back as she shagged him, and rotated her hips with each push. She 
was so close to coming, that it was perhaps a dozen pushes before her cries 
proclaimed another orgasm.  She pulled out, and stood over him again. His 
left hand wanked desperately. She picked up her whip again.

'That's enough! Stop that!' He took no notice, and was rewarded for his 
disobedience with a slash across his hand and the base of his standing cock. 
He let go, and his cock waved, and twitched. He was close to coming, but 
dared not continue.  'That's better. Now tie him again.'

This time I handcuffed each wrist to an ankle, and fixed a stretching bar 
across. His cock still waved, and I brushed several times against it, enjoying 
seeing it pulse with each 'accidental' touch.

'Please Fi...' He earned a slash across the chest for this 'Please, Mistress. Let 
me come. I'm right on the edge.

'I told you not to speak'. Another slash. Now you can have Tom, while I 
watch. I feel like a rest while I recover from the exercise.'

I lay down again with Tom, who knelt for me as I fondled him. His arse 
moved provocatively, making it clear what he needed.

Leaning with my full weight on his back, my arms at nearly full stretch, I 
entered his bum pushing downwards hard. I entered with a long, slow thrust, 
and then continued that movement, at first long and slow, then faster and 
faster until I came. I reached under him and rubbed his cock in time with my 
dying thrusts and spasms, and as he felt my cock slip in and out of his arse, 
lubricated with my spunk, he too came. I whispered in his ear . 'Thanks, 
Tom. I loved that. Come here again, and we'll do it again without the female 
Dom stuff.' He made no reply but I felt him press backwards with his 
butt....as good a reply as any.

Fiona was recovered. 'You two! Off that bed  and take my son to it! We 
unstrapped the youth from the frame, and he stretched cramped arms and 
legs. I loved the way his bottom muscles clenched and relaxed as he did this. 
He lay on the bed, and Fi stood over him. She threw down her whip, kicked 
off her shoes, removed the harness and dildo straps, and stood naked over her 
son He was erect again. Two sucks to ensure his hardness, and she knelt over 
him, placed the cock in her cunt, and sat down on him. She shagged him 
harder and harder, while he bucked under her, reaching for the long-
forbidden tits, hips, belly, tit again, until they collapsed in each others' arms, 
satisfied.

They lay whispering and fondling, his cock still in her, as did Tom and I. 
Tony looked on. I could say he looked forlorn....but under the hood, who 
could say. She finally raised herself from the cock, and released her husband, 
who stood abashed, embarrassed, I thought. He would have liked to be angry, 
I suppose....but he was incestuous first, after all. 'Now,' said Fi, naked and 
no longer Dom, Now we've got that out of the way, I want you two, David 
and Tony, to come to my bedroom for some slow, fulfilling, troilistic sex. I 
don't mind you enjoying each others' cocks, but just don't leave me out. 
Sorry, Jack. This is a family affair tonight...another time. Why not take Tom 
to bed and show him what else you have to offer. You know what I mean. 
I'm sure he'd love that.'

 Later, in my bedroom, we listened to them in Fiona'S room, while I dressed 
for Tom's enjoyment.  No S&M here, but just simple shagging. It was easy to 
follow the action from the sighs, grunts, oaths, and occasional comments or 
suggestions. I joined  Tom on the bed, and as we lay caressing each other, we 
worked out what was going on. Fiona was having both males in her cunt at 
the same time, to her delight, and obviously to that of her son and husband. It 
was Tom's turn to shag me, and without prompting I knelt for him as he had 
a few minutes before for me. He caressed my undies, as much as my body, 
for a moment or two, and then pulling aside the crotch of my knickers, 
inpaled me. He was more abrupt than me, and I gasped as I felt his stiff tool 
force its way in. The moment passed, and I wanked myself to completion, 
timing my orgasm to coincide with his. Finally we slept, with his thighs 
resting against my red satin panties.                                                                                                                          
 
                                                              Chapter 10 : Trina and David

The long-awaited  Friday was nearly here, and I reminded Trina about her 
date. She was as keen as ever to start fucking, but I'd had a few ideas since.

'Trina, you know you told me you go all squishy just thinking about David's 
cock. Well, I know he's the same about your lovely little bottom. ' I patted it.

'That's nice Jack. Are you sure?'

Nearly! If I can arrange it I think David should be your first....he should take 
your viginity as he was your first love, before me.'

'Oh, Jack, you're lovely, so generous. Can you fix it. I want you too, but I 
still want David so badly my cunt is on fire.'

Later...'David, it's terrible to see how you lust after Trina. You really can't 
keep your eyes off her bottom and breasts.'

'And her legs and face, too, Jack, and the lovely mound in her jeans....'

'Well, if I can arrange it, shall we see if we can have sex with her. I'm sure 
she's as randy as you and me.Leave it to me. I've been looking at her, too, 
and I'm pretty sure the young lady's got the hots for you too. I know she has 
for me. Leave it to me. Go on, off you go! Go and have Dad, Mum, or Tom, 
or whoever.' I playfully squeezed his butt, the privelege of a fellow bugger.

So it was twelve precisely on Friday the three of us were in my bedroom on 
the kingsize bed.David and I are naked, but Trina has on a wispy grey silk 
bra, panties and white stockings. David and Trina couldn't stop fondling 
each other while I watched them, for the most part. David didn't know 
whether he wanted her silk-clad bottom or the silk-clad tits. He felt first one 
then the other, buried his face in her bosoms, and then against the crotch of 
her panties, sniffing and pressing. Trina knew what she wanted, and gently 
wanked the prick she had spied on from the distance, hidden behind bushes, 
through keyholes, and after which she had so often lusted and dreamed. Her 
face was close to it now, studying every vein. Her other hand strayed over his 
athletic arse, and fondled the balls with the tip of her fingers, making the 
light-fuzzed skin contract, tight.

I undid her bra , and removed her panties and stockings, since it looked as if 
her brother wouldn't. Had he an undies fetish, like some of the other 
members of his family?.
It  seemed to me she was quite wet enough, so I asked her to kneel. David 
behind her. 'Gentle, David....it is her first. You will be her first man and have 
her virginity. Be very, very gentle. She loves you as you love her. She wants 
you. ' I held his cock, and rubbed it in Trina's slit, finding exactly the 
opening of her vagina. The I placed the knob between her outer lips.

'Push gently, David. Push gently backwards, Trina.' A moment's hesitation 
and the prick split its way in, slipping through her juices until fully inserted.
 
A sqeak of pain from the girl, then a sigh, a slow movement forward, and 
back onto the cock.
They shagged slowly and gently. But Trina was now in full flow. This was 
what she'd wanted for months, years even, and she pushed harder and harder. 
As buttocks clapped against thighs, and his balls smacked her clit and 
cuntlips, she demanded more speed, more force. She came with a vaginal 
orgasm, her first, but David held himself back. He was learning fast, and 
becoming a strong man in bed.

I tapped his shoulder. 'Shall I have her now?'

I lay on the bed and placed Trina astride my cock, facing my toes. She sank 
down on it and immediately started to shag me, moving up and down and 
rotating her hips, my prick deep in her newly-active cunt.  She sighed, 'Oh 
Jack, this is lovely. Just as I imagined and hoped...'

I pulled her back so she lay on her back on top of me, my cock on her cunt 
from behind. I took one breast in each hand and fondled them. my cock 
moving very slightly inside her. Her clit was exposed, and David leaned over 
us to suck at it. This was too much for Trina and she came again , squeezing 
and nipping at my prick, motionless now, with the young, elastic walls of her 
vagina.

I pushed her into the kneeling position again, her head towards my feet. This 
exposed her lovely, hairless arse-hole to my view. A little brown rosebud, 
scarcely a wrinkle, clean, smooth ,tight. I reached out for a dollop of cold 
cream, and wiped it into the cleft. As it melted, I slipped the tip of my finger 
into her, then more of it, moving my finger gently in time with her shagging 
me. Then two fingers, and as the hole relaxed, three. She moaned and came 
again.

'Your turn, David.' He was laying on his back beside us, so Trina just got off 
me and astride him, and carried on again. She was facing him, and he 
kneaded her tits, before they fastened mouth to mouth in a long kiss. I knelt 
behind, pulled her lovely arse-cheeks apart, and slipped my tool into her 
well-oiled and receptive bottom hole.

Lucky Trina! Her brother in her cunt and Jack in her rectum.

We shagged her sandwiched between us. Trina felt the two cocks completely 
filling her. I felt David's cock through the thin membrane separating our 
tools. Trina was the first to come, bringing off David, and then me. We 
collapsed sideways, but I managed to keep possession of her arse for a 
minute or two.

Truly a collector's piece. Multiple orgasms, a virgin, incest, troilism, 
buggery....
                                                                                              

                               Chapter eleven: Emma's First Trick

Her first three tricks as it panned out.

Saturday morning took the same form as the trips with Peter and Trina. Why 
change a good formula? Emma was lovely that day, pastel-pink stockings, 
with a tiny pleated tartan mini-skirt that scarcely covered her sweet round 
bottom. She had a tight, white silk blouse, through which the shape of her 
nipples showed, little pink buttons.

 In the cab I was outrageous, teasing the cabbie by slipping my hand up under 
her blouse and caressing her pointy tits. Her bra was the finest, most delicate 
silk.

On the screen I watched Dougal strip her of  her skirt and the matching silk 
panties, and then he himself stripped ,naked except for his socks and shoes, 
scattering the clothes on the floor in his haste. He had her kneel and suck him 
off. He was in a hurry. About thirty seconds, half a dozen shoves at her, and 
he came....she swallowed it. The whole interview hardly lasted ten minutes. 
Shopping was frenetic...even more stuff than Trina. The Major Domo at The 
Ritz dropped a napkin, and in picking it up made sure he had an eyeful of my 
little girl's thighs and crotch. Waiters hovered around the table, their eyes on 
her tits beneath the thin fabric. Emma loved it! And so did I!

After tea, to the shop where Jolyon helped her chose toys, equipment, clothes 
and mags. Again a lot!

Emma put on her cheekiest expression and said to Jolyon, 'I've decided to be 
a whore. Jack is going to get me started.'

Jolyon laughed and shook his head.  'She's not winding you up, Jolyon. 
She's starting today. £500 a trick. How about it, a full hour....and anything 
goes...?'

'Too expensive for me, Boss. Though I'm sure it's value for money'. He 
briefly goosed her bottom, up under the mini-skirt. She giggled and pulled 
away.

'No money, no nookey'.

I went to the wall safe, and guarding it from sight as I worked the 
combination lock, opened it. I pulled out a wad of fifties, counted out ten, 
and handed them to Jolyon. 'Here's a bonus for you. You can use it how you 
want. Don't have to buy her if you 'd rather not.'

Poor Jolyon, torn between lust for this lovely girl and the thought of five 
hundred in his hand. Emma took her cue and, putting one foot on a display 
shelf , she flipped up her skirt, and waggled her arse provocatively. She 
dropped her skirt to the ground and pulled her blouse over her head. She 
wiggled her bum as she walked into the backroom, leaving the curtain 
drawn, so we could see her kneel on the bed Jolyon kept there. Her long, long 
legs...and her tight little satin panties, stretched across her plump little crotch, 
her lips outlined , and even a hint of light golden curls, escaping the 
panties.....It was too much for Jolyon, and in fact I was hard! 'Here you are, 
Emma, five hundred.' She put it in her handbag, and drew the curtain closed.
                                                                                                    
'I'll be back in an hour,' I said through the thick curtain. Inside  Jolyon was 
doubtless savouring those lovely buttocks and breasts. In later years he'd 
remember that afternoon....discretely. By then all the world knew and lusted 
after her, remote and dignified.

Later we collected her gifts, some of which had been opened and presumably 
used to enhance her hour with Jolyon, and off to the hotel.

At  the hotel, 'Emma, I've arranged for a senior politician to have you today. 
If he likes you....and I'm sure he will, you can milk him for thousands...he 
won't miss them....and he'll introduce you to just the sort of top people you 
should be targetting. You've probably seen him on the news...Sir Carlton 
Bunter.' She laughed. 'Yes, he is a joke, isn't he..pompous old fart. I was at 
school with him, and I could tell you a few tales. You'll find he's not as 
respectable as he likes to make out.  Now the trick for you is to look like an 
innocent schoolgirl who's put on tarty clothes just to bed him. Young, 
innocent, naive, gauche, inexperienced but randy. Got it?'

'I think I've got it. Hot cunt, but a bit reluctant at first?'

'Right. Now get into these. I like them. too, by the way...my old undies 
fetish!' These were a net see-through blouse and no bra, a black silk mini-
skirt with a diamante star broach and matching belt. She did indeed look like 
a naughty little girl out on her first grown-up date, sexy but shy and demure.

'Uck, horrid!' said Emma.

'Yes. A bit ott ain't it? But I assure you old Bunter'll go a bundle on your get 
up. I gave a lot of thought to it. He likes his girls young...I could tell you 
some things about him! Be demure, and pretend he's teaching you the 
various refinements he'll want. No initiatives yourself, and refuse some 
things at least for a few minutes. Make him work at 'corrupting' you, that's 
what he'll enjoy. Oh, and make sure he looks full in the big mirror while he 
shags you.'

'Ah! So that's where the camera is!' said our clever young tart.

Emma stood there, shy, her hands clasped in front of her, her demure 
expression in ludicrous contrast with her too-sexy clothes. A little innocent 
girl waiting to be seduced by the bad old lecherous back-bencher.

I watched it all on the cctv in the second room of the suite. The £500 was 
counted and stowed away. Demurely waiting and never taking the initiative, 
she made token protests as the lecher fondled her tits through their nylon lace 
blouse, and then bared them, slobbering over them. He stripped, and my god, 
was he erect! Then her skirt. He sat down and had her sit over his face, 
burying his nose in her white panties and fondling her bum. He pulled the 
crotch aside and licked her naked, golden cunt. She giggled. 'That tickles, sir. 
But it's lovely..........' 
                                                                                                           
'I didn't know it could be as nice as this.. Oh, don't stop, sir...' Obligingly, 
he gave her the chair, and got to work with his tongue in earnest. After she 
came, genuinely I      think...the girl has a real talent as many can now 
testify....he had her kneel betwen his legs and showed her how to suck him. 
She protested, 'Oh, but I couldn't. I'll drown...', but of course allowed 
herself to be persuaded, and did  finally swallow every drop. 'Oh, that was 
nice, sir. I could feel you as you came, and I didn't drown. Can we do it 
again, sir, now...'
                          
'I'm afraid not for a minute or two. Though if you keep sucking me like 
that...my word, I do believe I'm getting hard again. Here, let me feel your 
tits...yes, my word that's done the trick. Now...on the bed. Kneel down. Oh, 
yes!'

He fucked her in the cunt, from behind. Emma got some marvellous shots of 
him by showing her tits in the mirror as he shagged her. After he came, 
Emma thanked him, flattering him. She wanted more. 'I'm afraid not, little 
Emma. That's my lot for today. But next time I'll teach you how to use this. ' 
He lightly touched her anus. The whole £500 worth took less than an hour, 
and he was off.

I nipped smartly downstairs and bumped into him in the lobby, as if I was 
returning to the Hotel. 'Finished already, Bunter? I hope she was OK?'

'Marvelous..she's a gem And you say you've not had her yourself? Well I 
recommend her. Very innocent....although less so than an hour ago, I guess.' 
He laughed. 'We've made a date for the whole night here next Saturday. I'm 
off to book the room now. She wants £2500, but by God, she's worth it. I'm 
going to have her bottom! God, I'm hard again at the thought.I haven't been 
this randy for twenty years.' He was bubbling with enthusiasm. 'How I get 
from now to Saturday God only knows.'

In the stretch limousine, we made love all the way home. On the ample 
leather seats I enjoyed Emma's mouth, cunt and finally her arse. By now the 
reader will have noticed that jealousy forms no part of my emotional make-
up. In fact, I find the knowledge that a cunt has recently been occupied by 
another cock a great turn-on. As I fucked her arse, slowly and thoroughly, 
while provoking her clit towards orgasm, I controlled my own coming by 
wondering that such beauty, such fine long legs, honey tan, long blonde hair, 
blooming youth, could be allied with such astuteness, and sheer talent as a 
whore. She will be a winner, I thought. As she came, I allowed myself to 
come as well. As we composed ourselves in the car, and she hugged me in 
the near-darkness, I switched on the light and gave her three business cards. 
'These are three honest business advisers. See them tomorrow. Be 
completely open about where you'll be getting large sums in cash, that you 
want them invested, and you don't want to pay tax. Got all that?  ' She 
nodded. 'Use the cash well and you'll be a millionairess at twenty three. And 
with your looks, talent, and by then cash, you'll be able to have any man you 
want....royalty?' She laughed, but I was in fact prophetic!

But the day wasn't over yet. As we got out of the limo, Tony was waiting. I 
sent Emma in with her parcels, and said,' You really are a bit obvious, Tony. 
You can't take your eyes off her bottom and legs, you old lecher!'

'Not true, Jack! I dream about her lovely tits, too!'

'Would you give £500 to have an hour with her, to have her any way you 
wanted?'

'£500? Ten times that!'

'I think £500 would do the trick. Have you got it handy? You builders always 
seem to have plenty of ready, liquid.'

'As it happens I have. But I don't see...'

'Just go and get it. Trust me. And wait in my living room a few minutes.'

As ever, I recorded it on my video systems. Emma, suitably primed by me, 
said nothing about her new professional status, but instead a story about a hi-
fi she wanted. £500 would do the trick!

Her Dad gave her the cash, and she left, after a few words, and kissing him 
on the nose. A few seconds and she was back...by now Tony was naked, and 
his large weapon at the ready. He was all over her. Jesus! He was desperate 
for her. Her felt her bottom cheeks so hard I was afraid he'd bruise them. He 
ripped open her blouse, tearing the thin silk, and pulled her wispy bra down 
from her breasts. He squeezed her tits like a maniac, muttering and 
exclaiming to himself, his cock waving and rubbing against any part of her it 
could find.. He tore her mini skirt from her hips, and bared her to her panties. 
He tried to tear these, but they resisted, although as he pulled at them they 
became twisted and embedded in her wet cunt, baring the lips.

Still muttering to himself, he threw his daughter down on the couch, and 
entered her cunt directly. I zoomed in, and saw his tool had pushed the 
crumpled fabric of her panties in with him. About twelve brutal thrusts and 
the tension of several years was relieved.

He didn't remove his cock but lay there quieter, the first spasm of his sexual 
rage, his lust, having passed. I so hoped he wouldn't feel remorse now, 
wouldn't retreat in shame. And I wasn't disappointed. Gentler now, he 
caressed her breasts with one hand his weight on his elbow. Then down to 
her bottom, his hand underneath and fondling her arse cheeks. Between 
them, they removed the remnants of her ruined clothes. Zooming in again, I 
saw his fingers paddling in her honeyed cleft, and probing her anus, 
lubricated by her increasing desire, and by his spunk.
  
His cock was stiff, horizontal in front of him, when Emma moved back 
against him, accepting the knob into her cunt lips. He moved it up and down, 
selecting finally her cunt-hole, and with a sigh she lent back against him, 
until the whole length was in her, and her butt rested against his hairy belly. 
She moved on it, while her father held motionless, and found out her 
pleasure spots.

'Oh, Dad! That's good. Faster, please, please. Put it in, and hold it full in. 
Yes, like that! And rub my clitty. Oh yes! Now fast again, harder, yes, harder. 
I'm coming!' He collapsed on top of her, as she writhed beneath him.

But still Tony moved steadily in and out, the full weight of his body on her. 
She turned her head and kissed him...or perhaps he kissed her first. Now he 
had one hand under her, feeling her clit, and the other squeezing her left 
breast. His weight must have been considerable. She said something I 
couldn't catch, but it must have been a suggestion because they reverted 
again to the earlier kneeling. She knelt, and he held her from behind, still up 
her. (His favourite position with his other blonde child, I thought to myself) . 
He grasped her pointed tits and squeezed as he pulled her into him, feeling 
her young and muscular vagina nip his tool 'You're lovely and tight, Emma. 
Juicy and tight.' In and out faster , again an orgasm from Emma , and then 
brutal, with the practised motion of a confirmed bugger, result of all the 
sessions with me and David, he put it to her arsehole and shoved it in hard. 

From her reaction he must have imagined her a virgin !
                                                                                                              
The impact was brutal on Emma, who screamed and collapsed forward away 
from the sword that impaled her. No mercy, he shagged harder and harder, 
releasing all the pent up desires of months and years. Emma started to move 
against him, and to the pleasure I could see on his face, came as she 
masturbated her clit. As she came he came with a great cry.

'Dad, I never knew it could be so good.'

From now on it would cost him £500 a time. But he'd return for more.

Tony was ahead of the game. He'd had Fiona (of course), his son David, and 
his daughter Emma. I thought I'd reward him with  Trina, who, after all, had 
only had Emma and David. Time for planning......



                        Chapter Twelve : Trina and Tony


I had enjoyed the desperate energy with which Tony first took his daughter 
Emma, and would dearly have loved to be on the couch with them touching 
their bodies and adding to the stimulation with hands and mouth. I wondered 
if he would show the same lust for his other daughter, Trina. He might well. 
After all, David had experiaenced his father's lively shagging, like his sister 
Emma. Worth a try, and this time I'd try to share the first, eager moments 
with them.

'Tony, how was it with Emma?'

'Jack, you wouldn't believe how much I needed to shag her. I feel much 
quieter now! She was glorious, and is very gifted. She took me in her cunt 
and arse.'

'Yes, I know she's gifted, all right. She fucks like a forty year old woman, 
and has no inhibitions at all. All that with the body of a  racehorse, slim and 
hard, rounded and firm. She nearly makes me come just looking at her. You 
know David's in love with her?' I added as a non sequitor. 'And Trina is in 
love with him.'

'Are you sure? He seems to have enough on his hands with me and the boy 
Tom. I know he's not wholly gay, any more than you and I are, but I'm 
surprised he's got any energy left after we've done with him.'

'Don't underestimate the amount of spunk and eighteen year old's got, Tony. 
I'm sure because I've slept with them both together, and they were like a 
newly wed couple. He couldn't leave her body alone and she's obsessed by 
his prick, which makes her come almost as soon as she fingers it. And he 
can't leave those tits alone.'

'How did you manage that? Oh, never mind. What did you do with my son 
and daughter?'

'Oh' I had Trina's cunt, and while David fucked her after me, I fucked her 
arse at the same time. I let David take her virginity....it'll mean more to him 
the first time for him...and keep it in the family you know.'

Two months before Tony would have squared up to me and hit me. Now, 
two incests a few buggeries and a whipping or so later, he was enthralled and 
wanted more. I suppose having had three of his family he wanted to complete 
the set. Tony put his hand on my thigh. 'Jack, a few nights ago I was 
watching Trina in her bath. She's got a wonderful body.' His hand moved to 
my fly and rested  heavy on my cock. I could see he too had a hard, which he 
adjusted and then rubbed through his trousers.

'Yes, Tony. Pretty. Not so dramatic as your lovely Emma, but much cosier. 
And she gives it away. Not like Emma.'

'She's got lovely , full, rounded tits. They don't jut as far forward as 
Emma's, but they're just as firm.' Tony took out his cock, and then mine, 
and started to wank us, one cock in each hand.

'And I love her cute little arse,' Tony continued after a pause. Our cocks 
were out and up and like two little boys we were wanking each other, our 
trousers round our ankles. 'Too much cunt hair for my taste, I really prefer 
my two blondes....three if you count Fi.' My hand moved lightly but faster 
over his cock, and he gripped mine very slightly harder, moving the skin as 
well as sliding over it. A drop of come appeared in the eye of his prick. 'But 
she's a lovely plump little romp I should think.' We both wanked harder, and 
came, not strongly in my case, but came. 

'There, Jack. That's called male bonding.' Tony laughed. 'The simplest 
pleasures are often the best. But we really shouldn't waste spunk like that. It 
belongs in arse or mouth. Or cunt.....and speaking of that could you arrange 
something for me with Trina?'

'I'll try. And I'll see if we can do something about the pubic hair.'

It was later that evening, apres sex, that I was chatting with Trina.. 'Look. I'd 
love to have you like this, my sexy little darling.' I showed her the photo of a 
model with shaven and oiled cunt.

'Why not,' giggled Trina. But be careful with the razor.'

I trimmed the longer curls with a pair of nail scissors and blew them away. 
Then I had her lay on the table, her legs wide open and her cunt exposed. I 
lathered her up and saw her clit harden and lips plump under the tickling 
shaving brush. I quickly removed the thick hair from her mound, and then 
slowly, more carefully from her cuntlips. She only had a little fluff in her 
arse, but I passed the razor over it for completeness, and to be frank, because 
I was enjoying it. I wiped her with a towel, two more little sweeps where I'd 
missed a bit, and then some soothing oil.

'You'll have to keep it smooth nw, Trina. Or else it will itch you!. How is it 
with David?'

'He's lovely. Always after my cunt with his hands, or better still his mouth 
and cock. He still makes me squishy just to think about him. See, there I go 
again,' and indeed her bare, shining cuntlips had opened and were nakedly 
moist.

'Come here, ' I said, and as she now stood in front of me, I licked and 
sucked, till she came.  

'That was a little one. More later, Jack?'

'You know your Dad wants you, too?'

'Yes, I've often seen him looking at me. He peeps at me when I'm in the 
bathroom....I leave the door open for him on purpose. I love teasing him. I 
put on a good show for him, stripping slowly, soaping my tits, kneeling down 
to do my bottom. And I'm ever so careful to let him see me soap and rinse 
my cunt. I bet this makes his mickey stand for him!' She passed her palm 
over her shaven quim, and pulled the bare lips apart.  'Last Saturday..or 
Sunday? Doesn't matter, I gave him a smashing show. I slowly put on my 
best black undies...the ones you got me in London, and posed in front of the 
mirror, feeling my tits and bottom. I could see  him in the mirror...he got it 
out and wanked while he watched. I teased him for a bit, because I  quickly 
turned and went into my room. He had to dash, and in fact I saw him as he 
went round the bedroom door. Then I lay on the bed, knowing he was still 
watching down the crack of the door, and slowly brought myself off. I bet he 
gave Mum a good one that night.'

'Or someone!

'I like to watch him wank into his hankie watching me. I wonder what he'd 
think if he knew I can see him!'

'Probably love it, and come even quicker!'

'He's really too hairy for me. I like you and David, and Emma, or any girl, in 
fact.'

'You girls! Emma used to watch David wank, and now I find you watch your 
Dad do the same

'I liked watching David too.'

'Trina, both David and I enjoy Tony's hairy body. It's so virile, so manly. 
You really should try it, and also put the poor man out of his misery. You 
remember what it was like to lust after David and could only watch him, not 
have him? And you have teased him mercilessly!'

'You and David both enjoy his body! No! I don't believe you, Jack. Not 
really? You're not gay. You two both gay?'

'Trina. You suck Emma's cunt, and let your friends, especially Jane suck you 
off. And you're not lez are you?'

Silence. Then, 'OK, Jack. Let's give it a try.'

Trina just breezed in on us, waiting for her. 'Ooh La La. Two naked men.' 
And she treated us to a striptease. Holding a shortie nightie closed, she 
danced, allowing us to admire her long legs in white stockings. Then she 
dropped it from her shoulders, and let it hang over her lovely butt, posing 
provocatively. Her hips still had something of the girl about them , as she 
rolled them in a mocking belly-dance, but her tits had marvelous cleavage 
from the white lacy bra....must have been a Wonderbra to give that effect.She 
dropped the satin jacket to the floor, and wiggling her tits and bottom danced 
on her white high heels. When we tried to grab her, laughing she dodged 
away.
                                                                                             
Shoes, one stocking, another. One tit exposed, then both. The bra removed, 
and her tits shaken at us, right by the bed. She had no need of a platform bra! 
A peep of her arse, the white fabric stretched tight over the roundness as she 
bent over to touch her toes. The suspender belt, and then the panties down 
over her arse cheeks, allowing them to fall to her feet. Naked, she hooked the 
panties with her toes, and kicked them at Tony, hitting him in the face. He 
clutched at them, pressing them to his cheek, smelling the woman-scent.

Her cunt was pink and hairless now, but plumper than a pre-teen girl's, and 
shone with oil. Tony whistled in the spirit of the striptease, and we 
applauded. Trina ran lightly over and leaped on the bed between, or rather, 
on top of us.

'Make me come, Dad. Make me come like you do Mum, and Emma, and 
David.'

Tony almost threw himself, mouth first, at her naked cunt. His arms straining 
tight around her arse, he buried his face between her hairless, smooth thighs. 
She gripped his face between the strong muscles, then relaxed so his tongue 
could work on her clitoris.

I grabbed some more oil and started to work it into her tits. I find Trina's 
breasts interest me. Round and round, feeling the silken, oily skin under my 
palms and fingers, the firm bosoms of a sixteen year old, just escaping puppy 
fat.

Tony turned her over and pressed his nose into her bottom crack, licking and 
sucking like a man whose thirst of many years has just been quenched. My 
God, how this outwardly sedate suburban father lusted after his nubile 
daughter. Once given the chance to have her sweet body for his gratification, 
his energy and desire knew no bounds. I rubbed more oil onto her shoulders, 
incidentally oiling my own fingers for various other actions, anal, I had in 
mind.

Over again, and he let his tongue move from the shaven mound down over 
the hard little nub, through the shaven and swollen slit, briefly into the moist 
cunt hole, down over hairless flesh to little, tight arsehole, into that, and 
quickly up to the mound again. And down. We had been in silence, mostly, 
but Trina started. 'Dad, oh Dad, oh god that's good, Dad, don't stop. David, 
Dad, oh David, Dad....'

I pressed her tits and teased her nipples as she writhed and moaned beneath 
me, laying half over her belly. A hand grasped my cock and was wanking 
it....Trina? Tony? Who cared? She came, a great sweeping orgasm, her thighs 
clenched round her father's face, screamming her pleasure.

While she was still coming,  I separated them, and placed her over Tony. 
eager, she did the rest herself, sinking down onto his cock. Momentarily I 
stuck my cock in her mouth, as she moved slowly up from his belly. As she 
sunk down again, I moved behind them, to fully enjoy the show. Tony was 
motionless....in danger of coming I imagine. But she was shagging 
rhythmically, almost instinctively moving up and down.

Profitting from her pushing down I penetrated her arsehole with my index 
finger, and gently spanked Tony's arse. Quicker, higher, harder, their thrusts 
at each other and I was excited to the edge of coming. I shagged her arse with 
a  finger to the first knuckle, to the palm, and spank, spank, spank. Tony 
came. I  pulled her off him and rammed my cock in her, and came off 
immediately, catching the end of her orgasm.

'Best ever!' said Trina. She twisted and tugged a clump of Tony's chest 
hair.' Now try my arse you two studs. You first, Dad as you're still nearly 
hard. I want to be buggered like you do David.'  She went down on him and 
took his flagging tool in her mouth. She pulled, sucked, twisted and generally 
provoked it, and yes, she had it hard again.

Tony put a pillow under her, and entered her missionary style, his tool in her 
anus. I sat behind her head and lifted her legs to help his movements. She got 
the idea, and rested the back of her calves against her braced arms. They 
moved gently and rhythmically while I massaged her tits. After a few 
minutes I too was hard, And knelt behind Tony with a finger in his bottom, 
My other hand stroking the dense hair in the small of his back.

Tony got the idea, and moved Trina to a kneeling position, entering her from 
behind. 'That's what I expected,' Now do me hard and strong.' I could see 
her watching in the mirror as I put my knob up against his rim, annointed in 
with some salive, and forced it in. He did not pause in his stroke. 'Is he up 
you, Dad? Is it good. Jesus I love it. Now ram me...'


Our threesome went on for several minutes, and it was clear that Tony was 
having to exert great control to hold back from filling her arse with come. 
Suddenly Trina wriggled forward. 'I want to taste you....come in my mouth.' 
She wriggled under him and took his full length, working at it with her 
tongue. Tony groaned, and I fucked him even harder.

With a renewed lease of life, Tony was shagging her in the mouth now. I held 
myself in, and as his cock popped into her mouth, so I shoved up his bottom, 
completely coordinated, I glanced at Trina's open cunt....she was not 
fingering herself....and had to hold myself in even more. Then he came, and 
Trina's hand went to her clit, and a few rubs, she was coming too, as he 
pumped his spunk into her eager mouth.

We all stopped a moment or two, but Trina knelt again. I felt quite tender as I 
penetrated her girlish bum with my great tool....she really is a sweet, tender 
shag. And what a contrast to the hairy strength of the arse I'd just forsaken! 
But this won't do! I bashed it in deeper and deeper, and as I came, Trina had 
a sort of come herself, feeling the rush of super-excited hot spunk into her 
well-buggered rectum.

More of the family liberated to enjoy each other! I really am absurdly 
successful in seducing these Armstrongs, They must have been ready and 
waiting for it, just needing my catalyst. 


                         Chapter Twelve : All Girls Together

It was time we had a lesbian orgy. It took a bit of organising, and of course I 
had to pay my sweet little whore to take part. But everything was in place, 
and I was with Peter in his salon, getting ready. I had considered drag, but in 
the end decided to wear bondage gear. So I'd just put on a body-harness and 
slave collar. Peter had finished his make-up and was selecting undies.

Over the past couple of months I'd seen a lot of Peter, as he was using my 
dressing room as the base for his TV activities. Our lovemaking was 
frequent, gentle, and fulfilling for both of us. I had grown to adore his softly 
feminine bottom and hairless, girlish legs. I approved his choice for tonight, 
red satin french knickers and matching, deep, satin suspender belt. The soft 
tan of his skin, nearly olive, was in contrast to the garish, shiny fabric. As 
ever I felt desire rising in my penis, and went over to hug him . We kissed, I 
felt his cock for a moment. 'No' Jack. Save it for later.'

Next a basque I'd bought him, in dark green satin, with a short skirt. I'd had 
it made specially for his developing tits. The hormones were working better 
than Dougal promised, and already he had nice little bosoms, perhaps those 
of a thirteen year old girl. Certainly interesting to nibble and caress, and the 
aureoles of the nipples were enlarging. The nipples were darker than before, 
longer, and more erectile when fondled. I lusted after him more than anyone 
else in his family, except perhaps Emma. A green silk shoulder wrap, and 
black patent leather stilettos completed his party wear.. He was transformed 
into a very desirable female morsel any man would lust after, and not only 
bisexuals! For me, the prick nestling in those silken panties, its outline just 
visible through the loose satin, made him the more desirable, as I had often 
shown him.

We waited for the girls.

Emma and Trina arrived first, followed by Fiona, and finally Jane, to whom 
some of us had to be introduced. They were keen to open the parcels, one for 
each girl. Peter joined them, and for me, sitting back, the male voyeur, there 
was the delight of watching these beautiful creatures pulling out lingerie, 
holding it up, trying it on, ( oh! those lovely naked bottoms and breasts, the 
silk clad bosoms and butts, the feeling of each other to ensure a good fit, the 
giggles at the open crotch items, the secret caressing and fondling). They had 
shoes and toys, too, to try.

After they'd tried and discussed everything, Jane became aware of my 
prurient staring at her and her lover's bodies. Fi was in dominatrix gear, and 
gave Jane an idea. 'Fiona , show us some bondage and domination. Jack 
looks as if he's all prepared for it in his leather.' All the girls egged her on..

In a trice I was tied head and foot, my nipples clamped, my legs spread. 
Fiona, in basque, stockings and heels, no panties, lammed into me with the 
split leather lash I'd kindly given her. Her abuse was imperious, as ever. As 
ever, my cock rose as the pain across my chest and thighs increased. 'See, see 
how he loves his cruel mistress. Look at that handsom cock rise in 
admiration at my dominance.' She lowered her cunt onto my face and ground 
her clit into my chin.
                
But only for a second. Jane, who I suppose lusted after the rounded contours 
of this woman, as opposed to the less  mature flesh of her girlfriends, reached 
round her, her hands over the near-naked tits, pulled her back and whispered.                                                                    

Who knows what was whispered, but they went over together to a day-bed, 
and Jane sucked Fi's cunt, while playing with her own clit. I could see Fi's 
tits in profile and they were as firm as any teenager's. but full and rounded. 
She tweaked one of her new lesbian girl's nipple as she was pleasured from 
below. Fi came. A gentle orgasm. Jane said, 'We can do better than that, 
darling.', and strapped a belt-dildo to Emma.  Fiona knelt and sucked the 
implement, and then she gently pulled the blonde girl down on top of her. 
Jane helpfully guided the strap-on into Fi's cunt and the two, mother and 
daughter began to writhe together. Their hands felt for eachpther's bodies , 
for the first time in the heat of sexual excitement. I saw Fi bite her daughter's 
breast, and Emma bite back. Then a truce, and they more gently nibbled and 
fondled while their bellies clashed together , even making slapping noises. 
They came!

The watching girls had got hot too, and Jane grabbed Trina, sucking her 
shaven cunt. Peter came over to me, and as I was still tied, he leaned over 
and sucked at me. Fi and Emma recovered from their orgasms and 
approached me too. But it was not me they wanted. It was Peter. Emma still 
with her strap on dildo caught him from behind. He nuzzled back into her....it 
might only be steel and rubber but it would feel good! Emma shoved. Still 
wet from Fi's orgasm, it penetrated Peter. Fi knelt in front of her transexual 
son/daughter, and took his prick in her mouth. His negligee was open, and 
his knickers round his knees. Fi's arms squeezed his arms, until getting in the 
way of Emma's increasing strokes she moved to caress his hips and nylon-
stockinged thighs. Peter was bending still further over so the dildo could 
reach deeper and further into his rectum, and Fi was finding it awkward to 
suck him now. So she bent over in front of him and took his erect prick in 
her cunt. It's probable that the first woman my favourite shemale had was his 
own mother. It was new to him, and he couldn't hold back....he came. Emma 
seems to have come as well, result of the impacts and pressure on her cunt 
and clit , as well as the psychological excitement of three-way incest.

I don't know what the Trina-Jane sex was about as it was over by the time I 
tore myself away from the threesome under my very nose. Trina came over to 
Fiona. 'You've had Peter and Emma too (David, too, I thought), but not me. 
Let Jack go, and suck me while he fucks me. Look I've shaved specially.

I was freed, and with no hesitation threw Trina onto the bed. I lay beside her 
and said, 'Get on!' She faced my toes. falling back on me she allowed me to 
squeeze her tits and run the tips of my fingers over her taught belly, over her 
shaven cunt lips. In this position Fiona, kneeling, lapped her girl's cunt 
juices. Now Peter lay over my mouth and started to shag my face with a prick 
at first soft, but soon swelling in my mouth. I love the feeling of an erection 
growing in my mouth! In the ceiling miror, I could see Emma prise open Fi's 
legs and, laying between them, lick at the cunt above her. Jane lay between 
Emma's legs licking, and rubbing her cunt with the dildo so recently used by 
Emma to shag her mother.

Gadually, some together, some not, we were all satisfied. Some wine, and 
some more mutal masturbation and cunt sucking finished the party. Peter 
spent the night with me, as I reinforced his preference for the male organ 
over the female. I believe Fi slept with Emma, and Jane with Trina.



                           Chapter Thirteen : David & Emma

When reviewing progress, I was astounded to realise I hadn't yet got David 
and Emma into bed together. After all, the blonde goddess and god should 
have been the easiest really. After all, David was the first of the family I'd 
seduced, that first day, and it was only a matter of paying my leggy, golden 
whore.

'Emma,  a slightly different assignment. You know His Royal Highness the 
XX of XX is into photography......well he's also a devotee of erotic 
photography. I'm told he doesn't take part, but just watches, snaps, and 
wanks.'

'Sounds a wonderful cahnce, Jack. Can you really fix something?'

'I have! And it is a chance, and a lot of cash for you, my sweetie.. And 
potentially some very good data for my files! One thing is certain, he'll want 
you and David. Partly because he's been told about your great beauty...you 
know half the good society in London is talking about that...mostly the male 
half!'

'But not only.....I've had one or two les encounters...'

'Of course, but it's not only your beauty. He's never photographed incest, 
and is keen to collect that. Have a chat with David. If I were you, I'd keep 
mum about the cash and appeal to his patriotism, and also his longing to shag 
you. You know he has your Dad and Trina all the time, so why not you, etc. '


So it was that HRH set up his cameras and lights all over my  most feminine 
bed-room, and Emma and David came in. I made my excuses and left, but 
only to my bedroom, to watch it all on the big-screen tv. Courtesy, bow, 
embarrassed pause. 'Go on. Get  on with it....'

First some innocent shots...hands up skirt, feeling bottom, inside tank top 
feeling tits. Hand on cock outside trousers, or slipped into the flies. 
Passionate kissing.

Then partial stripping...skirt and tank-yop. Shirt, tie and trousers. And more 
shots of a young man's pleasure in his girl's lingerie. In this case his sister's 
well-filled white nylon and lace panties: close-up shots of the male hand 
down the waistband of the knickers, fondling the pert bottom, jutting 
provocatively. Of the male hands cradling strong, firm breasts, feeling them 
through the shiny white fabric, making the nipples stand visibly through the 
silk. Of male hands running up and down long, slender, teenage legs, 
enjoying the texture of her glossy nylons, but resting a moment on the naked 
flesh between stocking tops and crotch. Of a strong male hand caressing the 
mons through the white nylon of her panties.

And Emma playing with David. Her feminine hands inside his y-fronts, one 
fondling his arse, the other holding his prick, loosely. A close-up again of the 
semi-erect prick, visible through the white cotton. Her hands fondling 
David's back, feeling the strength in the muscles of his biceps, running finger 
tips over the light blonde hair of his thighs. HRH was leaping around taking 
full and close-up shots of the two lovely siblings feeling each other up prior 
to more heavy sex.

'Yes! I can see you're really brother and sister. Wonderfull shots! What an 
album! But is this really your first time with each other. Jack said it was 
....but you've no idea how people lead me on...?'

'Emma answered, 'Oh yes, Your Highness. I've never done this with David 
before....though I've had other boys.'

'Me neither...though I've certainly wanted too.'

David, one-handed, removed Emma's bra. She sighed as he cupped the 
rounded but pointy and projecting bosoms. The camera clicked in close-up as 
he rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Another reel of film 
joined the others, thrown in a heap on an armchair. The nipples lengthened, 
hardened. HRH indicated he wanted a shot without David, a clear shot of her 
breasts in profile, upstanding and firm enough to poke your eye out. HRH 
now sat down and unzipped. He was erect...and hardly surprising! But the 
photography continued: for the most part they were in silence.

A shot of David kissing Emma. naked chest against naked bosoms. They 
held the kiss, while it was shot from various angles. Close-ups now of cotton 
pants, nylon knickers, suspender belt and high heels.

'Can I see your prick now, please, David? I've wanted to for so long, and 
now I've felt it I'm desperate to see what it looks like. Are you cut....?'

Clever little whore, making it better for her client!  David slipped his pants 
down and kicked them away. As the reader already knows, he was indeed 
circumcized, like all the males of his family. He was completely, maybe 
painfully, hard, and his cock sprang forward when released from the cotton 
pants. He pulled it forward and allowed it to flip back against his belly. He 
did it again for a close-up, and I noticed HRH positioned Emma so the brown 
of the cock would be silhouetted against the white of her nylon panties. 
Emma reached for it, and almost reverently moved her hand up and down the 
shaft, from the knob to the base, softly up and down. HRH took several shots 
of this, and then of her pert buttocks, with white nylon stretched tight across 
them, but with a delightful cleavage., the working of the cock visible ,I 
assume, in the photo, over her shoulder. Emma now took the cock and 
rubbed it in her shoulder-length blonde hair. David groaned, as the ruby knob 
peeped out through the fine gold, making a series of shots for the now greatly 
excited Prince.
                                                                                                     
'Careful, little sister, or I'll come, and spoil your hair-do.'

'Oh, David. Not yet, please...' She stopped for a moment.

The crisis passed and the programme moved on. Emma slipped her tight 
panties down over her bottom, doing it slowly, bending over to present photo 
opportunities. HRH took a snap as the white satin slipped down, and just 
started to expose her golden curls, seen from behind, past her hairless 
arsehole. With only high heels (white), suspender belt and stockings, she 
went through her stripper routine. Our photographer loved this and, his own 
cock bouncing about quite ludicrously, leapt around getting cunt and lingerie 
shots, as well as her tits as she moved and they jiggled and wiggled 
delightfully.

Emma then threw herself at her brother, standing upright now, hugged her to 
him, arms around each other, hands on butts, cock against mound, a picture 
of young love. It got more serious as Emma knelt , taking the cock in her 
mouth, just the knob. Full shots and close-ups were taken, as Emma began to 
move up and down on it, making the shaft shine with the saliva. She lifted 
her hand from the shaft and sought her own cunt, fingering her clit while 
making sure the Prince could see and photograph it. Her finger entered her 
cunt now,. Again a shot, HRH on his knees, the camera an inch only from 
this hot, moist, pink but golden treasure.

Emma had David's full length in her mouth and into her throat, and three 
fingers in her lovely box. She wriggled her arse and put one of the three 
moistened fingers into her anus, the other two still up her cunt. HRH was 
hyper-excited by now, taking full-length photos of these preliminaries: and it 
was indeed an exciting sight. I thought I'd treat myself to a slow wank 
watching the the cctv screen, and put on some undies to enhance the 
experience. 

An exciting sight. This lovely blonde teenager, hardly sixteen, with full but 
girlish-firm tits, with pert, jutting, rounded bum clad in suspenders, long 
girlish legs clad in glossy nylons, high heels. Kneeling in front of her athletic 
brother, her long blonde hair falling over his tanned thighs, as she swallowed 
his prick. Her golden tan set off by the tiny white bikini triangle, framing the 
cameo of elegant fingers in cunt and arse, and close-ups of cock, mouth, tits, 
bottom, ankles and shoes, fingers.

'Stop again, Emma, or I'll come in your mouth!'

'Oh, not yet, brother David.' She paused, drawing back and cradling his balls 
in one hand. Another shot of the bollocks, with their light golden fuzz, and 
the slim, elegant hand so recently photographed in her own arasehole, now 
feeling their weight. Her other hand moved behind the standing male, and 
fondled his arse. She licked a finger, sensuously, and slipped it into his arse, 
as far as the first joint. David flinched. 'Go on. You love it! I know what you 
boys do together!'

David sighed as her finger probed his rectum. More close-ups. Followed by a 
pause as HRH wanked. apparantly making sure he stayed short of coming.

I wanked on too.

The couple now lays down on the wide bed, mirrors at bedhead and in the 
ceiling, as well as on the side walls and at the foot. In each others' arms they 
caress, David his sister's firm, conical tits, Emma her brother's hard little 
bum. Emma pulls away and sits astride his chest. David reaches up and 
massages the jutting breasts, squeezing them till his sister moans with 
pleasure and moves up his chest. Her cunt is now directly over his face and 
he can't resist a nibble.

HRH intervenes, giving the girl a shiny dildo. Understanding, Emma starts to 
dildo, first her clit and then her cunt, inches above the randy boy's face. 
Photos are taken of the golden bullet penetrating the pink lips and golden 
curls of this sweet cunt. Also in close-up of the stiff cock, with a background 
of Emma's lovely bottom as she kneels. With the humming dildo full in her 
vagina, David pulls her down onto him, his hands pressing on her hips, until 
her weight is on his face. He laps and tongues at her clit. enjoying the juices 
released by the prolonged fore-play, and by the dildo vibrating deep inside 
her.

The Prince, silent but using his hands to position her, allowing his cock to 
touch both bodies as he does so, poses Emma in a classic open-legs series. 
The larger rubber dildo stretches her cunt lips, that she holds open for him. 
Close-ups now of her swelling tits, and the erect, swollen nipples.

And back on top of her brother again. Her cunt lips are as full as any grown 
woman's I've known, and her mobile arse cheeks open and close as she rubs 
her cunt against David's face in increasing lust. Photos of her face as she 
comes, screaming in her pleasure.

For a moment I see HRH reach for the boy's stiffness. But no,. He holds 
back, thinking better of the impulse. A moment later he gives Emma what I 
see to be a strap-on. A terse instruction to her. David does up the buckle at 
the back, and presents his arse to his sister; he's still erect. Kneeling behind 
her brother, she kneads his little bottom, and runs her hands from his 
shoulders down to his waist, savouring the muscular body. As she oils the 
dildo and slips into the arse it is difficult to recall she is barely sixteen.

She moves in and out, gently, stimulating his anus and rectum skillfully, She 
grasps his buttocks to pull him back on to her, and her lips describe circles on 
his sun-tanned back. Our photographer takes close-ups of the entry of the 
arsehole, and from underneath of the bobbling bollocks and firm cock. His 
excitement as his face 'accidentally' brushes against these latter is only too 
obvious! Also shots of the whole duo, teenage girl bum-fucking teenage boy. 
Emma reaches under him without changing the slow rhythm of her shagging, 
and takes his prick in her soft, feminine hand. 'Ah! Your boyfriends have 
trained you well. You love a hard cock in your arse, don't you, big brother?' 
David merely moans in pleasure and pushes back harder, increasing the 
penetration. Emma reaches behind and again plays with her clit. Incredible 
the sexual energy of these two, scarcely more than children! More photos 
capturing the detail of this scene.

'I'm going to come,' yelled David.

'Not yet, big brother......' and the dildo is withdrawn, the hand removed from 
cock, and his arse suddenly spanked hard by his sister. That slows him down.

'You may fuck your sister now. But take time, so I can get a lot of shots. 
We've done well so far, and I don't want your excitement to spoil the 
portfolio.'

'I'll be careful, sir. Shall I bugger my sister first for you?'

'Indeed yes!  Capital suggestion! Have her sit on that chair.'

He leads her across the room and sits himself in the velvet upholstered chair. 
Emma sits in his lap for a second, raises herself up, and lowers herself onto 
the stiff cock. They slide forward an inch in the chair, and as Emma opens 
her legs, HRH can see she has taken the full length , not into her vagina, but 
into the rectum. It's inserted the full ten inches, the golden 
pubic hair of her brother's echoing her own curls, indistinguishably the same 
colour. They sit still a second and I guess by David's face that Emma's tight, 
flexible, educated anus is nipping and clutching his prick, as I know she can. 
HRH takes several close-ups of cock in rectum, framed by the glossy black 
of her stockings, and the shiny, satin suspender belt.

Now Emma moves up and down, using the arms of the chair for leverage. 
Full length photos now of this bum fucking. 'Oh! I need someone to suck my 
cunt....' Her busy fingers are opening wide the cunt lips, pulling them apart 
for classic poses. David is squeezing her tits, so available in this position, 
and watching the show in a wall-mirror. Now her finger penetrates the cunt, 
in and out like a prick. HRH slips the dildo into her hand, and as the vibrator 
starts up she slips it in. Rectum filled with cock, vagina with dildo, fingers 
stimulating clit, and a photographer; it is all too much; Emma comes. No 
screams, no words, just increasing low moans, an expression almost of pain 
on her face; silence.

She slips off David's prick and leads him to the bed. For the benefit of HRH 
she languidly removes her remaining underwear, kicking her stockings, 
suspender belt and shoes away. 

'Now, big brother, fuck me with that massive weapon of yours. Do me 
missionary, so I feel your weight on my tits.'  
                                                                                               
David lays on top of her and slides his cock in. Her legs are raised and grasp 
him around the buttocks. They shag in unison from the first plunge. Her 
breasts are indeed crushed against his deep chest, and he drives harder and 
harder, the tension of these weeks of waiting. Then slower again, and raising 
himself on his elbows, he takes her legs and places them over his shoulders. 
Now he feels for her breasts with both hands and mauls them, as his thrusts 
go harder and faster. He puts her legs together, bends them back against her 
tits, rolling her into a ball, still shagging hard at her now protruding cunt. His 
arms are now under her back, crushing her together, and she starts a great, 
rolling orgasm. He too is close, teetering on the edge, but somehow holding 
back. HRH is photographing the grimacing faces, sweating bodies.


'David, come in me. Come, come, coooooooome.' And he does, his sister's 
body writhing in ecstacy beneath him as she feels the hot spurts, long held 
back, long delayed, pour into her.

Hrh is sitting in a chair, wanking. Emma recovers first and kneels in front of 
him. 'Sir, I'd love to do that. may I please? Please....'

'I'm afraid I don't let people do that....'

'Oh sir! Pretty please. It's so handsom, and I would so love to touch it.'

'Well. I suppose so. You can touch it.'

'Oh thankyou, sir.' And Emma expertly masturbates him, her golden hair 
falling in tresses onto his thighs, her firm breasts resting against his naked 
legs. She is skillful, as I know well, and soon he's lying back enjoying her 
gentle hand. When suddenly she takes it in her mouth.  
'I didn't....' He splutters as he leaps to his feet, ludicous in his white socks.  
But he didn't finish the sentence as the pleasure reached him. She sucked up 
and down, wanking him too, as her tongue moved up the sensitive vein at the 
front of the shaft, then swallowing him again. David kneels beside her, and 
starts to caress the cock while Emma's mouth is on it. Then they switch, and 
Emma fingers while David sucks. HRH, his eyes closed, realises nothing, till 
reaching for Emma's tits, he steals a look, seeing the lovely boy's mouth on 
his cock.

'Oh, no! You mmustn't....you can't...' But again the pleasure is too much, 
and he acqiuesces. The two of them work on him, while he fondles those 
jutting bosoms, until he comes. As it happens the first spurt was into Emma's 
mouth, but she unselfishly gives her brother the second, third and fourth, into 
his. All was swallowed with delight.

HRH comes to, with his prick now declining, but still in the mouth of this 
sun-tanned, muscular, sexually talented boy. 'That was good. Thankyou both. 
We will do this again. My man will make arrangements for you to visit me in 
London soon. I'd like all night with you......You really are brother and sister? 
I can see you are, both physical perfection. I'll send you a portfolio of the 
best of the photography. I'm sure I can do better as I get to know you 
better....and I'd love some of you doing.....well, what you just did to me. I 
think you'll enjoy some of the equipment in my palace games room, too.'



                        Chapter Fourteen : Peter and Trina

I had long wanted to get Trina fitted with a cunt ring to set-off her smoothly 
shaven cunt, and when Peter mentioned he'd like a tattoo on his butt, I 
decided to take them both to Brighton for the weekend.

I felt proud of my two beautiful girls as we walked down from the station 
hand-in-hand, through the holiday crowds.

At the tattooist, we first undressed Trina, at least her skirt and panties, and 
the tattooist inspected her hairless cunt. He had her kneel down over a low 
bench...I had no idea cunt rings were fitted from behind, as it were, but 
apparantly that was his preferred technique. He felt the elasticity of her lips 
and showed us a tray of rings. Trina chose one about an inch round. There 
was some discussion as to how far inside the lips the piercing should be, and 
the compromise was about half way. In a trice the piercing was done, and the 
ring in place.
'Turn it several times a day...get a friend to do it!...no , but make sure you do 
turn it. It won't hurt. or get in the way of your sex....'

Peter next. He stripped to his undies and the naughty boy had got a 
WonderBra which made the most of his nice little titties. A Brightonian, the 
tattooist was surprised when Peter pulled his panties down, but not because 
of the prick...there are plenty of transexuals in that part of the world....but 
because of his female beauty. 'You're the loveliest thing I've seen in many a 
year.' Peter visibly glowed....he loved flattery. From the design book a little 
black butterfly was chosen and tattooed on the cheek of his right buttock.

This done, we checked in at our hotel. I had a suite. Two bedrooms...not to 
attract  too much attention...and an intervening salon. We had been 
sightseeing and were foot weary so we went to bed. Not, as it happened , to 
rest.

Emma laid her hands on Peter's breasts, feeling them through the blouse and 
bra. 'You've got lovely breasts...nice and firm, and not too big, not like mine. 
she squeezed them again. My bubbies are too big.'

'No, Trina,' I said. 'They're just the way I like them. Show them to Peter and 
see what he says.'

Trina sat up on the bed and pulled her blouse oveer her shoulders, and 
loosened her bra so her tits sprung free As she stood by the bed, her hand 
reached down into her panties, while Peter reached over and fondled one 
while I played with the other. Between us we made her nipples swell. Both of 
us sucked a nipple, hands squeezing as well. Trina's hand was active inside 
her panties, and her hips moved in an involuntary shagging motion. We 
fondled on, feeling the roundness and firmness of the teenager's bosoms, 
'Jack is right. They are lovely. Mine are still a bit smaller, but when they're 
exactly like this, I'll stop.'

'Show Trina your new tits, Peter. And your lovely legs and bottom.  
                         
Peter removed his skirt and panties. Then his blouse. Trina felt his tits 
through a fine lace chemise , and took off the rest of her clothes. I stripped 
too.

'Peter, you know Emma and Jane sleep with me. Well you've got a better 
body than either of them. And that's not counting this.' With a laugh, she 
took hold of his stiff cock and gave it a jerk. Peter grabbed her and hugged 
her to him.

'Squeeze my breasts, Trina. It's a new feeling, and I love it.'

I lay there passive, watching the two explore their bodies, savouring the 
firmness of young flesh, the silkiness of the skin, the mysteries of cunt, cock, 
and arsehole. Trina's tongue was evrywhere, licking the girlish nipples, 
circling the hairless belly, licking the length of the shaft, and below to the 
balls. peter's hands fondled breasts, belly, arse cheeks, cunt and arsehole. 
They writhed together, rubbing body against body.

Finally, it was too much to bear. 'Fuck me, Peter, fuck me from behind, in 
my cunt. Don't touch the cunt ring though.' And she lay on her side, jutting 
her arse out towards her brother, who moistened his cock and slipped it in, an 
inch at first, and then to the hilt. He rested it there, and pulled her back 
towards him, with one arm across her breast, tit cupped in his palm. She 
could feel his hard little breasts against her back, and rubbed her back against 
his nipples. Then they started a slow fuck. Controlled, rhythmic, and slow. I 
snuggled up to Peter's butt, a position I knew and loved!

'Oh,yes, Jack! Shag my arse while I fuck Trina.' I entered that delightful 
bottom at one stroke, long and reaching in one thrust to his innermost parts. 
We started to fuck, three in unison. My cock withdrew as Peter's thrust, and 
thrust on his withdrawal. My thighs crashed against his bottom, and his 
against his sister's. He clutched the perfect tits available to him, while I 
reached round and tapped and fondled his lovely little breasts, his nipples 
hard with passion.

Peter, doubly stimulated came first, bringing Trina off. I was slower, and 
Trina had disengaged from her brother's cock and was encouraging the two 
of us with naughty little caresses. 

She had one hand on Peter's 'bubbies', playing her dyke games, and the other 
was slapping my bum with each in-thrust. This wicked little game was soon 
too much for me, too, and I came, the first spurt in the bottom, and the next 
three over his arse and thighs as I ran my cock up and down the crease. As I 
knew she would, Trina licked up the jizz even as it came.

We slept until evening, went out on the town, and returned to our room, to 
re-start where we had left off. The main treat for me was to be sandwiched 
between these two young people, my cock in a lovely tight little cunt, and the 
beautiful transexual's cock in my arse, her breasts firm against my back. 
They moved, and I was the still centre. I felt the hot spunk well up inside me, 
the prick slipping easier with the slippery come, and the filling of my 
arsehole made me fill Trina's cunt . We slept, intertwined.


                            Chapter Fifteen : Peter, David & Tony.

Peter had dropped the name Alice, preferring Peta.  I hadn't encouraged him 
to have his brother or father yet, as it was obviously better to wait tll his tits 
were fully formed, and his figure generally feminised by the hormones. This 
was now done, and he was a great success for the treatment. a lovely young 
girl, with a perfect, functioning cock. What man would not lust after that? I 
knew David and his father would enjoy the experience.

The three of us were lounging naked on my bed when Pete came in. Imagine 
a fifties tart under a lamp-post in Curzon Street (those were the days), 
everything but the poodle.She was wearing an off-the shoulder black silk 
dress, figure hugging and really only just covering her round little bum. I'm 
sure if she leaned over you'd be able to see her nipples, and not only the 
interesting cleavage! Her hair fell in dark tresses to her shoulders, and shone 
and rippled as she moved. The tiny black silk mini-skirt, tight across the 
buttocks , hinted at the moist ,plump mound beneath sleek satin panties, 
visible as she walked. We all knew, however, though I was the only one so 
far to have experienced it, that there was no moist slit, but more interestingly 
a young cock under that satin. Peta was not yet erect, or the shape of her cock 
would have been visible too, at least through the panties, and possibly 
through the dress as well. (in passing, one of my pleasures in life has been to 
watch young TVs in clubs become aroused, losing the sleek contour, and 
developing a bulge. I've often found an offer to help them reduce the 
unwelcome, unfashionable lump can lead to some splendid if rather rapid 
sex.) Glossy metallic-coloured stockings, high up to her crotch so the 
suspender straps were not obvious, and black stiletto heels completed the 
ensemble. 

Peta raised her hands above her head, one foot advanced in front of the other. 
She knew how lovely she was, And had only to look towards the bed to see 
what effect she was having. Tony leaped up. 'You two stay there. I'll strip 
the lovely little tart'. And he hugged her from behind, his hands straying to 
cup both young tits.

From behind, he slipped the decollete down to her waist, his hands again 
returning to her breasts, this time with the white flesh partly accessible to 
him. He pulled her down onto a couch, and plunged his fingers into her 
cleavage, his hand moving around under her wispy bra, tweaking the nipples 
alert. Then he slipped one breast out, before undoing the clasp at the front, 
and showing us Peta's lovely tits. I whispered to David, 'They're as good as 
Trina's. I can't wait to enjoy them today.' I gently caressed David's cock, 
laying beside me, and grasping it more fully kissed him hard on the lips. He 
reciprocated, clutching my cock, and we rubbed against each other.

But the strip-tease was too exciting to miss, and we broke off. Peta's black, 
shiny panties were bigger than a bikini but not as full as directoire. In any 
case, Tony knelt on the floor and slowly pulled them down. The cock was 
now hard, and he made it brush lightly against his face. He placed as gentle 
kiss on the knob of this his son-daughter. Still kneeling, he placed one stiletto 
heel against his crotch, grinding it in. Fiona would have approved the 
symbolism. Then the other, using it to stimulate a nipple.Still kneeling, the 
suspender belt undone, and the stockings removed, taking every opportunity 
to feel the length of her svelt, naked legs.

Peta stood naked before us. Tony hugged her to him, his dark, hairy body 
contrasting with the young, white body of the shemale. Her slim, rounded 
figure contrasted with the squarer, muscular shape of her father. As for me, I 
was able to admire and desire both bodies. I know David, too, lusted after 
both father and sister-brother.

She came over to the bed, lightly propelled by Tony, his hand pushing on her 
little butt, and just possibly one finger resting in the cleavage of her bottom 
cheeks. She lay on the bed between David and me, and we each reached for 
one of the breasts we had so admired. Tony lay between her open legs, his 
face resting up against her balls, his hands roaming around her flat, firm 
belly. David reached to the bedside table and got a small bottle of scented oil. 
He tipped it over Peta's breasts and tummy.

Tony's huge cock stood erect from the bristling mass of hair. I gave it a light 
caress.

Genius! Six hands giving the teenage transexual  a sensuous, sexual massage. 
I stroked her breasts and left shoulder, keeping rhythm with David who had 
her right breast and shoulder. The oiled flesh was like silk under my 
palms.When David rolled one brown nipple between thumb and forefinger, I 
did the other. As we squeezed those round, hard little tits, Peta moaned with 
pleasure, and her nipples stood as she panted, and her breasts heaved with 
passion. As she writhed beneath his hands, her bottom rising  from the satin 
sheets, arching with the desire for penetration, Tony rubbed the oil into the 
length of her slim body, belly, over hips, two-handed down the thighs and 
calfs, and finally the ankles and toes. Then up again over the whole length. 
He left her cock, saving the best to last perhaps. But finally it was too much, 
and as David and I continued to enjoy the bosoms, he allowed the knob to 
brush his face and lips before taking it in his hand, still oily from massaging 
legs and belly. He wanked the tool a few moments, his hand loose around the 
shaft. A drop of come appeared, which he delicately lifted with his tongue.

Peta was on the verge of coming, so we turned her over, knelt her, and oiled 
back, buttocks and thighs.Again, David and I had the top half, massaging up 
and down, neck, shoulders, waist and hips. Tony massaged her arse cheeks, 
pressing round in circles, pushing her cock into the satin coverlet.One hand 
continued this motion, while the other explored the bum crack. The side of 
his hand ran down the cleavage, down over the bottom hole, down to the 
base of the balls. Then a probing finger penetrated the secret rose of this 
lovely shemale.

In and out the finger, as Peta sighed, ecstatic. 'Oh,Dad, that's lovely. Don't 
stop!' And her educated arse (for the most part taught by myself) moved up 
and down, forcing the impudent finger ever further in, and gently shagging 
her cock against the satin sheets.

David interrupted this idyll. 'Dad, if you don't stop she's going to come, and 
all that lovely spunk will be wasted, soaking the bed instead of a mouth!'

This made sense, so Tony turned the young body on its side, spread the legs 
slightly, allowing Peta to push her arse out towards him, and entered her. 
Gently, how unlike the brutal, urgent lust with which he'd first taken his 
daughter. The loving gentleness of his sex with David must have taught him 
this new delicacy. As his thighs, nonetheless, smacked against her buttocks, 
now with increased speed and urgency, her tits started to move most 
provocatively. The nipples jiggled up and down and the rounded flesh heaved 
as she panted in lust.

I was reminded of my first fuck with Trina, when I had her between her 
lovely, conical 'bubbies'. The cleavage of this shemale was at least as good. I 
couldn't resist it, and there was room for me to kneel over her as Tony 
shagged, so I slid my cock between her tits, using the oil we'd rubbed in. I 
squeezed her tits together for added friction. Her face rested on my belly as I 
shagged her breasts, and her mouth was licking and poking at my belly-
button. I guessed she'd have liked a cock in her mouth to complete her oral 
satisfaction, but I was enjoying her tits too much to oblige. David managed to 
get between me and Tony, tits and bum, and was now mouthing her cock. 
Lucky Peta.....a cock in her anus, a mouth on her cock, and a strong cock 
shagging her tits. Perhaps she was fantasising one in the mouth, and one in 
each hand too!

I came first, oh so slowly forcing my cock against her breasts, and coming at 
the end of each stroke., pumping come onto her face and over her breasts. she 
opened her mouth and managed to catch one spurt, which she tongued over 
her parted lips. I kissed her full on the lips, and this plus the gobbling mouth 
on her prick brought her off. I looked down, and saw David greedily forcing 
her cock down his throat and swallowing the come. I reached down and 
played with a tuft of Tony's body hair, then put both hands on his arse and 
kneaded the hairy, muscular buttocks. This put him, too, over the top, and he 
shot his jizz into the welcoming arse of his daughter-son. He lay there fully 
inserted and scarcely moving as spasm after spasm wracked his body, until, 
drained, he was satisfied.

David still had his fine erection: how we all three lusted after that noble 
cock! All three of us reached down to handle this still-active weapon. David 
chose....'I want to shag your bottom, Peta. I want it when it's still moist and 
loosened by Dad's come.' So saying, he lifted her to his favourite kneeling 
position, stroked her rounded bottom with the tips of his fingers, put his arm 
round her hips, grasped balls with one hand, and the now limp cock with the 
other, pulled her backwards onto him, and entered her sweet little arsehole. 
Tony and I amused ourselves with fondling his bottom and Peta's tits, while 
they had a brotherly bum-fuck. David couldn't hold out long; the third and 
last of his 'sisters' to fuck was perhaps the most appetising young morsel, 
combining as she did the cock of a young boy with the breasts and figure of a 
young girl.  He came in her, powerful and filling her with spunk.

I lay there thinking. Peta really was my ideal. Hot, willing, beautiful, a divine 
figure....and a lovely prick. Not jealous....and not clinging. It just slipped 
out....'Peta, will you marry me?'

She laughed. 'Don't you think you ought to ask my father's permission to ask 
me? After all, he's just fucked me himself, and might be jealous. And can I 
marry at my age, even if I'm counted as a girl now.?' She fondled one of her 
tits, lovingly, lingeringly.

Tont took his cue. ' I think he'd make a fine husband for you, Peta. But I 
hope he would lend you to the rest of the family too. We all love you...' And 
he caressed her bottom.

'Well then. That's fixed,' said Peta. 'I accept your offer, Jack. And now let's 
celebrate with a daisy-chain, mouth to prick in a close family circle.'


                                          Chapter Sixteen : A Family Wedding

The day arrived. Fi had agreed to the idea the wedding should be at my 
mansion, and we had worked together on the guest list, catering and 
entertainments. With the agreement of all, there were to be no prudes or 
prigs. The celebration was to be an orgy worthy of the weddings of classical 
times, a baccanalia.

Emma had arranged the photographer. He was to be masked, and no-one was 
to speculate as to his name! I shan't mention him again, being an ardent 
royalist!

The guests were welcomed by a hired butler, a magnificent, stately negro. 
His muscular body was oiled, and set off by a lion-skin, loosely draped to 
offer more than a glimpse of his immense cock and weighty balls. No guest 
would be in the slightest doubt as to the nature of the celebration after this 
introduction.

 We  had hired nine waiters and waitresses. Three young men, all tall and 
well built, were dressed in ballet shoes and a scarlet , transparant nylon mini-
skirt. This ambiguous attire showed their slim, hard buttocks and 
circumcized cocks to great advantage; Their bodies were not oiled, except for 
perhaps the lightest sheen, probably resulting from a welcoming caress, or 
more, from the butler. Three young girls, like the men a blonde, brunette, and 
auburn, had been chosen for the beauty of their breasts and bottoms, as well 
as the attractiveness of their features. The waitresses could be identified by a 
black silk bow-tie, their only clothing except for very tall, high-heeled stiletto 
slippers. And three young transexuals, a tall, dignified half-cast from Brazil, 
a little doll of a ladyboy from Thailand, and a bubbling blonde from France. 
They all wore the see-through mini of their male colleagues, and the bow-ties 
and heels of their female.

The male guests were rigourously 'white tie', but the females had been asked 
to dress to provoke lust. Apart from the family, my roue male friends had 
come in numbers, most bringing attractive girls or boys with them. Some of 
these would be mistresses/lovers, but some rented no doubt. Even, perhaps, a 
few wives or 'partners'. The Armstrong guest list was rather short, as limited 
by the 'no prudes' agreement, but one or two of Fi's and Tony's lovers , now 
openly admitted to, and sometimes shared in threesomes or moresomes,came 
along with interesting boys, girls, men, and women. From Emma's whoring 
contacts, a few of the very best, in terms of looks, vigour, and social status 
were admitted. Sexually active female friends of the Armstrong children 
would be particularly welcomed by this latter group!

The wedding was conducted by a real clergyman, an old college friend of 
mine. It was complete, but lighthearted. He knew there were two males, in 
the sight of the law, but wasn't too concerned. In any case he knew I knew 
about his sexual practises. No question of blackmail, but a favour done to a 
close friend, who had once kindly given him as a present a video tape of a 
young vicar shagging a young boy and girl, both in the arse, and both in his 
own church.

There was some amusement in the congregation, as he knelt to the makeshift 
altar, clad in high heels and silky black stockings! Tony gave my Bride away, 
and my old bum-buddy from college was best man. As well as the 
conventional wedding rings, cock rings were exchanged and fitted to Bride 
and Groom, but discretely, so the congregation couldn't seee...or at least not 
much. After the wedding...'You may now kiss the Bride. But only on the 
lips, as yet....'

Peta glowed as all these beautiful people kissed her, some stealing further 
caresses that promised a stimulating few hours to come.

The wedding feast was arranged in a semi-circle; Fi and Tony agreed we 
should all share the video of the seduction of this wonderful family, I'd been 
making over the past months. Through the dinner we were regaled by film of 
some of the episodes recorded in this diary, and many others over the six 
months. As we ate and drank, waitresses' and transexuals' breasts brushed 
against ears and faces. hands reached out to touch the bottoms, pricks or 
cunts of our young servants. Neighbours secretly squeezed sexual parts, or 
played under the table.

Finally, the film, food, and a short speech, were done. The bride stood in 
front of the semi-circle with her bridesmaids. Her two sisters were dressed in 
conventional evening wear, if very decollete, and Jane had a red satin boiler 
suit, through which her nipples and slit showed in outline. She wasn't 
wearing undies. Up also stood Jack with his best man, Dougal of the 
welcoming arsehole. The bride was lovely in her white satin dress to the 
knee, white silk stockings and white court shoes.

Her girls were undressing her, revealing a white broderie anglaise bra and 
waspy, tight over her breasts, white suspenders and white lacy panties, 
through which the outline of a half-erect penis could be guessed at. The 
suspenders and stockings next, and then the bra. A gasp of delightfrom the 
guests. The family all knew the firm beauty of her tits at first hand, but it was 
new for the strangers. Her hands cupped her breasts for a second, then taking 
the flimsy panties in one hand she pulled them tight against her erection, then 
pulled them down. Naked. Dougal had stripped me, too.

In front of the guests I walked over and we embraced, cock pressing against 
cock.

'Let's party!' shouted Fi, and all over the room clothes were torn off, and 
kissing and fondling began.

Fi had stripped down to her dominatrix gear, and approached Trina with a 
chain in her hand. She could have clipped it to the new cunt-ring, but chose 
to lead her by the neck towards the dungeons. I  watched the couple, Trina  
naked except for shoes and a black nylon slip, go down to the cellar, 
followed a moment later by Jane. I made a note to go myself in about ten 
minutes.

My bride was already succombing to the attention of two male guests and 
two rent-boy waiters. None had penetrated arse or mouth as yet, but all were 
erect, and it seemed my new bride would soon be well-fucked.

The vicar, now clad only in undies and high-heels, was sucking the penis of 
the smallest of the male guests, probably a boy bought or seduced by one of 
my friends.Even as he felt the boy's smooth bottom and enjoyed this almost 
hairless cock, our saintly friend was looking round the room for further 
amusement. He was in luck, as his eyes lit on a slim young girl, a wall-
flower, timidly, but nakedly, watching the variious cavortings of the 
partiers.He beckoned her over. She was completely naked, and judging by 
the very lightest of fluff over her pink little cunt lips, and the complete 
hairlessness of her mound, she was scarcely pubescent. Just how he liked 
them. He would have licked his lips, if they weren't occupied by a wholly 
delightful young prick. He caressed her little bumps of breasts, hardly more 
than a promise of tits to come. One hand still clutching the male bottom, the 
other started to feel the girl's, and tickled her cunt lips and clit. He 
abandoned the cock for a second to glue his lips to the hairless slit, licking 
her enegetically. But only for a second as he lusted after the feeling of young 
come in his mouth, of a panting boy shooting his passion into the mouth of 
mother church. So he arranged it for the girl to suck him, while he sucked the 
boy, and masturbated her clit and cunt lips. I noticed that as he came the little 
girl gagged a bit, but bravely continued and swallowed every drop. Some 
fellow had been teaching her well! Our vicar didn't stop his fondling and 
sucking just because he'd come once. Indeed he didn't lose his erection, so 
much did he lust for young, white flesh. The boy came in his mouth, and 
immediately our vicar had his cock up the girl's cunt. The mismatch of size 
led to a momentary problem, but he got it in, and clearly did no harm, as she 
came. He took it out, and, of course, it was the boy's bottom next, in which 
the man of the cloth finally pumped his sperm. They split up and went their 
ways.

I had almost forgotten Fi in my excitement at the vicar and his little toys. But 
I made my way down, where I found the naked Jane bound and gagged with 
a bright red plastic  strap, Trina being controlled by the chain through her 
cunt ring, and Fi directing her daughter to make Jane submit to her. I could 
see by the swollen cunt-lips and erect clitoris that Jane was having the time 
of her life, and my fears she might be put off by Fi's S&M and Dom were 
groundless. I could leave them to it, but I stayed to watch Trina pulled 
towards her mother's open legs, and kneeling with Fiona's cunt rubbed 
against her face. 'Mistress, me too, please,' pleaded our young dyke, Jane. 
And Fiona, still pulling Trina on all fours by the cunt chain, went over: she 
rubbed Jane's tits, felt her bottom and cunt, put a finger right in, and then 
sucked the finger under Jane's gaze. 'Please, Mistress, whip me, then fuck 
me with your great dildo....' Fiona took up a thin, whippy whip and started 
the flagellation; on buttocks, thighs, breasts , back. All over. I watched, and 
then left to find a home for the hard prick the voyeuring had given me.

To be honest, I really wanted the Thai tv, but she was nowhere to be found: 
nor were Tony and David, so I assume they were off on a trio somewhere 
remote in the house. Spoilsports, as all the others were having sex in public, 
in the true spirit of the orgy, and to keep all pricks hard and cunts wet! So I 
looked out the Brazilian. In a way she was even more beautiful, though less 
delicately graceful. About five foot ten, and light brown skinned. Her tits 
were large, about 38 D-cup, but firm and conical rather than round. I'm 
obsessed by tits, and immediately felt their elasticity and marvelled at their 
gravity-defying profile. As I fondled the nipples they hardened, and the 
whole breasts seemed to strain upwards with desire. I sucked and licked 
them, poking the flesh with my tongue, and feeling the firmness. Her bottom 
was no less firm to the touch, as I knelt and took her cock in my mouth. I 
pulled her into me, and enjoyed her erection for a few moments, then rose 
and hugged, so our penises touched together. Four hands now felt bottom 
cheeks as we strained to push our bodies close together. Pia, for that was her 
name, started to move her body against mine. Time to find a couch!

In the event we found a mattress occupied only by one of my waiters, 
identified by the pretty little skirt, as a small wiry man I recognised as a naval 
officer, one of Emma's clients. They were deep in a sixty nine, and clearly 
enjoying each others' bodies. There was room for us, and by now we were in 
a hurry.Pia knelt, waggled her bottom provocatively, and spread her bottom 
cheeks using both hands. I moistened my cock with saliva and pushed it in, 
Pia pushing backwards with glee. In, out, in, out, a few dozen times, and I 
came. Our naval officer had temporarily abandoned his rent boy, who 
nevertheless still sucked at the proferred cock. The Captain had Pia's cock in 
his mouth and was feeling her tits. Oh, if only naval ratings were built like 
this lovely transexual, what a happy service the Royal Navy would be! Pia 
came in his mouth, and immediately the Captain came, leaving the rent boy 
the only one of the four with a hard prick. Pia wanted it, but so did I, and it 
was I who got it, a stiff nine inches right up my anus, a vigourous set of 
movements, and finally the delicious rush of spunk, warming my very 
innards. I was surprised to find I was hard again!

I wandered off to have a look around, gently wanking to keep my welcome 
hard-on. Everywhere were couples, trios, foursomes, and groups. Bare 
bodies, breasts and bottoms, cunts and pricks, fondling, giggling, the 
slapping of body against body, moans and sighs. I stopped occasionally to 
feel a specially fine breast or bottom, to fondle an exciting prick, to put my 
mouth to a cunt or arse as it presented itself.

At last I found my Thai transexual. She was in the middle of a group 
consisting mostly of teenagers. Trina and Peta and Jane (released from her 
dungeon) were there, as were three boys and two girls I didn't recognise. 
Now, a selection of teenagers and two TVs is just what I needed to exploit 
the miraculous erection I'd been granted. So I joined in the heap of bodies. 
At once I found a small breast that could only belong to Jasmine , my quest. I 
took the nipple in my mouth while feeling the shape and texture of the flesh. 
Lovely! My cock was rock-hard now, and I was very aware of it, as was a 
little girl whose head had become crushed up against my head in the tangle of 
bodies. I felt her small mouth close first round my knob, and then accept my 
prick deep into her throat. A young boy was playing with my bottom, and I 
encouraged him by fondling his small prick. He was almost hairless, a child, 
but he had a hard on. And, by God, he knew what to do with it.Sliding 
alongside me as he slipped his tiny tool up inside me,and started to move it 
about, shagging me like a good un. Not enough to fill me, I still found it 
exciting.

I disengaged from the little girl's mouth and sought the Thai bottom in 
among the piles of flesh. Ah, a sweet little arse, and yes, a hard prick round 
the other side. It isn't Peta, so must 
be Jasmine. Wriggling in closer among the arms, legs, breasts, bottoms, and 
backs, I got into position, entered her, and started a fuck. What with my arse 
being shagged ( he hadn't lost a stroke, despite my manoeuverings), and me 
shagging the lovely TV butt, the whole heap came alive with suckings, 
fuckings and wankings. I felt the hard cock of my partner in buggery, but my 
hand was soon replaced by a mouth, whether female or male I don't know. 
So I sought out her tits with one hand and her smooth, shaven balls with the 
other. Grasping the breast hard, and pulling at the sack of her scrotum, I 
fucked harder and harder till I came. I think she came into the soliciting 
mouth, But now I was so shagged out I lay inert for perhaps half an hour, 
reclining amid a heap of young, firm bodies, equally fucked!

We must all have dozed for an hour or so, when the first stirrings started 
again. I felt a hand fondling my thigh, in a dilatory way, and a mouth found 
out mine, kissing, and forcing my lips with a tongue.. All over the heap of 
bodies activity began again, but I unwound myself, looking for more variety.

Still the orgy was going on, with my whores much in demand. I picked up the 
blonde girl and, my arm around her trim waist, took her on my expedition. 
And I found what I was looking for. The negro butler was slumped, dozing, 
in an armchair, his cock lolling over his thigh. He'd lost his lionskin 
somewhere in the orgy. His oiled body was built like a boxer in his physical 
prime. A shaven head and a massive neck, barrel chest, broad shoulders and 
biceps like a man's thighs. His waist was small, and his belly bullet-hard. 
Hard, muscular buttocks, and immensely strong legs. Even in its limp state 
his cock must have been eight inches, an impressive sight.

'Gloria, wake him up with a kiss!' I said. The blonde whore knelt and took 
the cock in her mouth. As it hardened he stirred. It must have been eleven 
inches long, and of a girth that made it difficult for even this talented whore 
to take more than the knob in her lips. He awoke and without ceremony 
reached down and lifted the blonde onto his lap, with one massively strong 
arm. She sat on his thighs, leaving his cock standing free, as his great paws 
squeezed her breasts and he kissed her. The contrast between the ebony skin 
of this regal figure and the golden blonde tan of my whore was stimulating. I 
opened her legs and gave her clit a little nibble....the juices were flowing, and 
she had the hots for this magnificent male. I tried his cock for a moment, but 
it was really too large for me to enjoy actually in my mouth. So I licked up 
and down the shaft, and ran my tongue round the knob. Then back to the cunt 
lips, with their loose, blonde curls.

I stood up over them, and reached down to stroke her tits. She'd been chosen 
partly because her tits are perfect, standing free with no hint of a crease under 
them, rounded and jutting proudly, with small pink nipples, now hard with 
desire. The negro, too, stood up, holding Gloria by just one hand under her 
bottom. He lifted her a bit, and dropped her onto his cock. She squealed at 
the shock of this, the hugest prick she'd ever had in her in all her months of 
whoring, but her legs closed behind his back, holding herself to him. with 
hands under her bottom, he started to lift her up and down giving her the full 
length of his shaft.

'Spread her,' I said. 'I'd like to go up her while you're in her.' He sat, and 
then lay back still with the girl impaled. This brought the plump, round arse 
just level with my cock as I knelt, and I tried to put it in. But the massive 
cock already in place seemed to have not only filled her cunt, but squeezed 
down onto the rectum. I tried again. No joy! ' Lift her up, so only your knob 
is in.'  He did so, and I entered her arse to the very hilt of my tool. He then 
dropped her down again. Again a squeal as the two cocks, this time, 
completely filled and stretched her.

I stayed still while he moved. Now I could rely on him to do all the work. All 
I had to do was to make sure I stayed up her arse, and wasn't squeezed out. 
She was lifted up and down faster and faster, until she started to come. It was 
a fierce orgasm, her face flushing red, her cunt flowing, her anus gripping my 
tool in little nipping movements with each spasm. She screamed in her lust, 
abusing the handsom negro who was having her, and the bugger in her 
bottom.

Her orgasm passed, and we continued, more leisurely now. 'Boss, let's 
switch. I fancy that tight little arse.' Gloria protested, but in vain. I'd 
probably stretched and relaxed the anus, so he got in in, and I managed to 
penetrate her cunt, constricted as the passage was.  The fucking renewed, 
both ways. A few minutes, and another orgasm, and then another, 'Oh! 
Please, that's enough. I can't take any more. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooooooh!'

'Is yo is or is yo aint a whore? Just take it till we's done.'

'Right On, Sampson,' I agreed. 

 The noise had attracted some spectators, three of the youngsters from earlier. 
And sure enough, the little urchin who'd buggered me knelt behind the negro 
and stuck in his four or five inches. The victim of this attack merely laughed, 
and supporting Gloria on one strong hand, reached round to fondle the lad's 
arse. Behind me a little girl, she of the nearly hairless cunt, was pressing her 
small tits against my back, while masturbating with both hands. I watched 
her cunt lips, pink and plump, parting to show the red of inner lips and 
clit.And her index finger franticly rubbing, pulling and twisting her clit. The 
tiny cock in his arse destroyed my companion's control and he came, 
provoking a fourth orgasm in Gloria, as the extra vigour of his thrusts, 
combined with the hot spunk welling into her arse brought her to her climax. 
The gripping movements of her cunt, and the feeling of young breasts in my 
back, brought me off too. And both children came, panting and squeaking in 
young delight.

We collapsed, really shagged out this time.

Whem I came to, the party was breaking up. The orgy had divided up into 
couples, some of whom were preparing to leave, presumably to share various 
beds for the night. Peta and I made our way to our room, where champagne 
was waiting to restore us. 'How many, Jack?' I told her truthfully, as I've 
noted it here.

'And you, Peta. How many?'                                                                                                       

'I've come three times, once in a cunt, once in a girl's mouth, and once in a 
boy's arse. Ten men have had my arse, two of them TVs. And I've sucked off 
four cocks and two cunts (Fi and Jane.....the first time Jane has been near a 
naked prick, she says). And I've whipped her, as well. But I still feel like 
having a man in my arse, and having him play with my bosoms and cock. 
Come on, my husband, this is our wedding night. Put on your nightie,spank 
your bride, and shag her.   

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