Expensive But Worth It : by (c) Hamilton Joyce. Mf.

She turned her back on me while she counted the cash. I watched her 
scrawny arse and spotty legs as she repeated the exercise. Finally 
satisfied I had not gypped her, she stuck the envelope down her 
bosom. I could see she couldn't wait to get away : to stick that five 
hundred in her arm I guess.

'Now you be nice to the kind gentleman. You do everything he wants 
you to. Hear me? Everything. And Mummy will be back to collect 
you Monday morning.'

'Afternoon.' I wanted every minute I could get with this one, and at 
that price.

'Four o'clock then. Be good, my little darling.' Her farewell kiss to 
her daughter was perfunctory, and she was gone.

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You could see the likeness to her mother, or rather what she must 
have been before she started her habit. The same blue eyes and ash-
blonde hair. Slender with fine, long legs and still-boyish hips. She 
wore a thin silk dress, virginal white, tied round the waist with a 
pastel blue ribbon, the same ribbon that kept her long hair back from 
her shoulders. White cotton socks and court shoes. A proper little 
Alice. Except that her dress really was too light and clinging for a 
young girl: I could see the shape of her breasts through it, plumping 
like two young pigeons. 

And she was mine for All Saturday and Sunday, and most of Monday. 
More to the point, perhaps, mine for Friday, Saturday and Sunday 
nights. Carnival time!

She stood there pouting, her hands behind her back, belly pushed 
forward in that juvenile stance that denotes slight discontent. I love 
it! But then I love all the foibles of my little Lolitas!

I sat in my armchair. 'Come and sit here with me.'

The wonderful feel of her slight weight, her thighs against my 
trousered legs as she sat on my lap. I pulled her back so she was 
leaning on my chest, my arms round her waist. I could feel her 
warmth through the slippery silk dress. 'Let's play the truth game.' I 
whispered in her pretty ear. 'I ask you a question, and you answer, 
but you must tell the truth. Then you ask me a question, and I 
answer.'

'Okay.'

What's your name?'

'Moira O'Flaherty.'

'What's yours, mister?'

'Jasper Morningstar.'
'Mum says you're a sir. That true?'

'Hey it was my turn But never mind. Yes I'm Sir Jasper 
Morningstar.' I had one hand on her thigh now, squeezing it gently 
through the silk, and the other on her belly. I could feel it flat and 
firm under her dress. I could also feel my cock stiffening beneath her 
bottom.

'How old are you, Moira. Truth, mind you!'

'Thirteen, but I'm fourteen in December.'

'Mrs O'Flaherty said you were sixteen, Moira. But I didn't believe 
her. You've got a nice figure for your age.' I moved my hand from 
her belly to fondle her breast through her dress. I could feel she had 
some sort of lacy bra on under it. 'You're quite grown up for your 
age.'

'My Mum'll say anything. She's a real liar. How old are you mister?'

'Call me Jasper. Uncle Jasper if you like. I'm forty five.'

'Have you ever been kissed by a boy, Moira?'

'Of course. You want to kiss me?'

She turned her head to me. There was a strange, half-mocking look in 
her eyes. She leaned her face towards me and we kissed. I squeezed 
her breast, and slipped my hand that had been resting on her thigh up 
under her dress. I stroked her naked thigh as we kissed. Her tongue 
slipped into my mouth. My little Lolita was showing off her skills at 
kissing! I loved that.

'Hey mister. I mean Uncle Jasper. I can feel you under me. It's all 
lumpy.' She giggled, and shifted her weight.

'And what would you know about that, Moira.' I kissed her lightly on 
the back of the neck. Her hair was pulled back by the ribbon, and 
there were fine ash-blonde, nearly white hairs on the white flesh. I 
kissed her ear and licked inside it.

'That tickles. It's nice though. Don't stop.' I could feel a nipple 
harden under my palm like a little hazel nut. 'And I know just what 
you got there, under me!'  She giggled. 'Kiss me again.'  

As we embraced, I slipped my hand up her thigh till it met the satin of 
her panties. I had expected to find schoolgirl cotton. But presumably 
she was wearing 'grown-up' for today. I stroked her crotch, and was 
rewarded with her tongue in my mouth again, a lovely wriggle of her 
arse, and, yes, a damp patch beneath my fingers.

'Truth game. Do you like to stroke yourself down there.'

'Oh yes. And do you? Do you jerk it and make it come?'

'Sometimes, if I can't find anything better. How did you know about 
that. I mean, what men do?'


'A boy showed me. I watched him do it. Years ago. At the recreation 
ground.'

'My word! When I was your age, girls would never have seen that!'

'Hard luck for them, then.' I slipped my finger inside her panties, 
pulling the leg to one side. It seemed like a thong. Anyway, I found, as 
I expected, that her cunt was wet and slippery when I opened the lips 
and ran my finger down her crack. A nice hard little clit for me. This 
was going to be good. I hate tears and tantrums. Much nicer if the girl 
is willing! And this one was a hot little bitch. Probably had sex since 
she was ten! Virginal white, indeed!

Time for the tears and screams later!

'Oooh! That's naughty, Uncle Jasper. But don't stop.'

'Has any boy done this to you?'

'Oh yes. Tons of them. They always do out on a date. But it was my 
turn to ask, not  yours. You gonna fuck me, Uncle Jasper?'

'You want me too?'

'Might. That's nice. What you're doing.'

'You been fucked ever?'

'Only by Jimmy O'Brien. And he aint as big as you. And he came too 
quick. He's the only one. I can feel you through your trousers against 
me. You feel huge.' I was tweaking a nipple through her dress, 
pinching it between finger and thumb, and her legs were splayed wide 
open across my lap. I probed her cunt with my finger. I could feel the 
muscles there as she gripped on my index finger. I love a young, 
vigorous, tight vagina. This was going to be good! We kissed again, 
her lips soft and open, and a very long, wet kiss! I let her panties 
cover her crotch again, and cupped the whole in my hand. I love the 
feel of a hot young cunt really just held in my hand like that. I 
stopped squeezing her breast, and just cupped that as well.

'Undress for me, Moira. I want to see.'

'Okay. But after I want to see you too.  I'll do a strip-tease for you!'

It was not much of a routine, but who needs professional polish when 
it's a lovely young teen. She took off her shoes and cotton socks, and 
then let her dress slip silkily down over her shoulders, and down into 
a shining pool on the carpet. Her white lace bra and white satin thong 
were dazzling against the deep tan of her slender body.

'How did you get such a lovely all-over tan, Moira?'

'On the roof. I go up to the roof of our flats and sunbathe.'

'Nice! I expect that's where Jimmy O'Brien fucks you .'

She just nodded, and was reaching behind to unclasp her bra. I could 
see her nipples, rosy pink and hard through the lace. My play had 
aroused them. Her tits were just perfect for me. I don't like big tits. 
Small, firm, round, that's what I like. To fit in a champagne glass! 
And hers would.

'Lovely breasts, Moira.'

'Wish they were bigger!'

'Glad they're not.'

I could see the damp patch. darker, where I had woken her cunt up. 
She pulled her panties down, and stepped out of them. Her fleece was 
blonde, a darker more golden blonde than her ash-blonde hair. The 
fuzz was only on her mound ; her cunt lips were naked, and I could 
just see an erect clitoris peeping out like a glistening pearl.

'Now you, mister, Jasper.'

I stood up, and she knelt in front of me. She seemed to know very 
well how zips worked! My trousers fell to the floor round my ankles. 
She grasped my cock for a moment, through my boxer shorts. I 
looked at her pretty head, flowing ash-blonde, nearly white, hair, as 
she slipped my shoes and socks off, and then I stepped out of the 
debris. Still kneeling she pulled my shorts down, and nuzzled her face 
against my stiff  cock. I half expected her to suck it, but it seems her 
boyfriend Jimmy had not taught her that yet. Well, I would later!

She stood, and was unbuttoning my shirt. 'You're lovely and hairy, 
mister. Cool!' She combed my chest hair (I am very hairy!) through 
her fingers. I was naked now, and she was nuzzling my chest with her 
lips. I could feel her nose against me. Her face just reached my chest. 
I guessed she must  be about five foot tall. She really was  friendly for 
such a little girl! I silently blessed her slutty mother who had allowed 
her to be so delightfully corruptible, already corrupted for me 
perhaps.

I lifted her in my arms: she was no weight. 'You're everso strong, 
mister.' She had her arms round my neck, and I could feel a hard 
nipple against my chest. I carried her along the corridor to my 
bedroom. She giggled. 'Like a bride, mister.'

'What? Oh, I see, carrying you over the threshold. You feel like a 
bride, Moira?'

'A bit, and I can feel your big thing against my bum.' She giggled 
again. 'What a lovely bed.'

I had told Ishmael, my cleaner and handyman to put new black satin 
sheets on the bed. He knew when I did that he would have the 
weekend off. He would not be in again till Tuesday. No chance of 
him interrupting my illegal pleasures.

I laid her on the bed, on her back. She looked so tiny on the huge 
bed. And her tan was so even against the black sheets, her hair so 
shining. She lay with her legs slightly open, and for the first time I 
was able to study her. Her cunt lips were slightly plumped now, 
naked and not as tanned as her belly. They were the only plump thing 
about her, that and her pretty little mound with its light golden fleece. 
Everything else was slender and spare. Her legs were long and fine, 
like a young horse, I thought, and her belly flat. Even her little tits 
seemed firm rather than plump, and her neck was slender like her 
legs. Her eyes were shining, and she was smiling. 'I can see you like 
me, Sir Jasper.' She reached for my cock and pulled me onto the bed 
with it. I lay beside her. She turned on her side towards me, and we 
kissed, naked body to naked body. I was caressing her arse and 
shoulders. She was combing her fingers through the hair on my back 
and arse.  

I felt her reach between us. 'You're everso big. Please be careful. Be 
a bit gentle.'

'Only a bit?'

'Anyway, at first!' She giggled.

I'm not really big, but must have seemed so if she had only seen 
young boys' cocks before, and had only had the lucky Jimmy 
O'Brien actually in her. She had slipped her hand between us, and 
was grasping it again.

'You want it?'

'That's what you brought me here for, ain't it?' She giggled again.

I pushed her over on her back and knelt between her splayed legs. 

'You gonna wear a condom?'

Bugger! I thought. I hate rubbers!' No need my little darling .I 've 
been fixed so I can't give you a child, and I'm careful with my 
health.'

'That's all right then I just don't want to be "up the duff".'

I opened her cunt lips with finger and thumb. Wet and juicy! I keep 
some lube in a spray bottle beside the bed for when I have a boy, and 
for the occasional girly arse too. But I would not need it tonight. I 
rubbed my knob between her lips. It slid up and down in her juices, 
even without any spit from me. Then I pushed the knob in. She gave 
a little start, but did not complain. I propped myself on my elbows, 
and pushed slowly in. She was lovely and tight. I like everything 
about my little Lolitas, but especially their tight little cunts. Long ago 
I decided I'd never fuck the slack, used cunt of a grown woman 
again. About the time my wife went off with the Portuguese waiter. 
Thank God! Since then it had been little girl cunts and arses, with just 
the occasional little boy arse to add some variety.

I was fully in her now, and lay with her motionless. 'OK?'

'Nice. You really fill me up. I could feel you stretching me as you 
went in. You can fuck me now.'

I kept my weight off her, propped on my elbows. I looked at her 
tanned, shapely tits as I fucked her with long slow sweeps of my cock. 
I decided I probably was not getting her exactly right, and moved up 
a bit so that my cock dragged across her clit with every down thrust. 
That was better. I could see in her eyes that the added stimulus to her 
clit was exciting her. Her body started moving under me. Supported 
on one elbow I managed to free a hand to fondle her breast, tweaking  
her nipple between finger and thumb. That triggered her, and I could 
feel her thrashing about beneath me, her eyes rolling, panting. I was 
glad she was coming, as I was finding it difficult to control my 
orgasm. I had bought her, but I wanted her to come. Then it was too 
much, and I collapsed onto her, her fragile body taking my full male 
weight. I felt her tits hard against my chest, and still she struggled 
beneath me. We managed to meet our lips, and as she came we kissed, 
holding each other tight. I pumped my cum deep into her. a spurt 
with each thrust. Then slower, gentler, as our orgasms subsided.

She recovered first. 'I didn't know it could be like that.'

I rolled off her and lay beside her. I didn't want to talk. She did, and 
was bubbling with excitement. 'It was never like that before. It was 
even better than when I do myself. It was good. I never knew....'

I shut her up by kissing her a moment. 

'Are you Jewish, mister?'

'Why? Oh, I see, my cock. Yes I am, Moira. My father changed his 
name from Morgenstein to Morningstar when he came to England.'

'That's a much nicer name.' She was combing her hands through my 
chest hair again. Then she held my cock. It was still half hard. I had 
taken the precaution of swallowing a viagra, though with this lovely 
little teen that probably wasn't necessary.  'See, it's coming up for 
me again.' It wasn't actually, but was still half erect from our 
fucking.  'It's all sticky from me and your stuff. I like it like this. I 
never seen one like this. It's "cut" aint it? A girl once told me that 
Jews have it cut. I think it's much nicer all smooth, without that silly, 
frilly skin there.'

Yes, It's cut. Not only Jews have that though. At one time most men 
did, but it's not the fashion now.'

'Well, I like it.'

'I like you, Moira.' I knelt and then turned round on the bed. I 
opened her legs, and nuzzled my face between her thighs. Her blonde 
fleece was scarcely long enough to tickle my nose. Fucking and 
coming had plumped her cunt lips, and they were much more open 
now. I felt inside with my tongue and found her clit, hard like a pearl 
there. I opened my mouth to cover the whole open cunt and licked 
round her clit in a figure of eight, my favourite and popular with the 
girls as well!

'What you doing? Oh! That's lovely.'

Another convert to having her cunt sucked! 'I'm kissing and sucking 
you, my little darling.' I took her clit between my lips and pulled at it.

'Oooh!'

I released her clit, and my tongue was in her vagina for a second. 
Don't you just love the taste of teenager cunt? And especially when it 
has just been fucked to orgasm. I returned to sucking her clit, and 
licking in circles round it.

'Don't stop!'

I did for a moment, but only to lay on my back and pull her over on 
top of me, so she was sitting on my face, my tongue in her cunt. I held 
her by the hips, and could feel the toned muscles beneath that smooth 
tanned skin.

'You're hard again.' She raised herself half an inch, and was rubbing 
her open cunt up and down my face. With each wriggle of that 
slender, rounded arse her clit rubbed against my nose, pointed tongue 
and chin. She was panting, with 'oohs' and 'aaahs'. She must have 
been close now because her cunt was raking across my face quite 
fiercely, and her juices ran all over me. I reached up and grasped a 
breast. I looked up at those lovely tits, her flat belly, her pretty face, 
blonde hair, blue eyes rolling in ecstasy. I squeezed her breast, and 
she was coming, fucking my face, my tongue deep in her.

She sat there on me for moments.

'Suck me, my sweetie.'

'I've never...'

'First time for everything. Suck me.' I nearly reminded her that her 
mother had told her to do everything I wanted, but did not need to as 
she leaned forward and tentatively licked my knob. Then I felt her 
lips close round it, her tongue licking still. I like to lay on my side 
when I'm being sucked. Just one of my foibles. So I tipped us over, 
and had her lay beside me. 'Now, give me a good sucking, sweetie.' 

I had come once, and although the viagra had kept me hard, she had 
to work on it, mouth and hands for a long time before I felt myself 
close. By now she had it worked out and was taking my shaft deep in 
her mouth as she sucked and gobbled at it. better still, she was 
cradling and tickling my balls, and rubbing my shaft with her other 
hand each time it emerged from her mouth. I was enjoying her body, 
caressing, feeling, probing. I did not warn her I was coming. I just let 
the orgasm mount until my cum spurted and spilled into her mouth. 
She gagged a moment, but then was swallowing and sucking even 
harder.

She lay with her face on my belly. 'Tasted salty.'

'Sometimes, sometimes doesn't taste, sometimes tastes different.'

'How do you know, mister.'

'Guess! It's obvious isn't it?'

'You suck cock? A big, strong guy like you.'

'Kiss me.' I could taste my cum on her lips as we embraced.

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We slept separately. 

I took her a cocoa in at about eight in the morning. She was still 
asleep, lying on her back on the bed, naked. Her tanned body was 
stunning against the white sheets, her blonde hair spread out on the 
pillow, and her legs slightly parted, her golden curls glowing on her 
mound. A beam of sunlight from the part-opened curtain lit her in the 
gloom. I put the cocoa down, my coffee on the tray too, and drew the 
curtains. The sun streamed in. It would be a glorious day. You could 
see the sea from here, and it was a mill-pond calm.

She stretched, and I watched the movement of her body. She 
yawned, and sat up. plumping the pillows behind her. 

'Sleep well!'

'Oh yes. And you know why, you naughty old man!' She giggled. I 
laughed.

'More today?'

'Later. Here's some cocoa.'

As we sat and chatted, I could not help fondling her, and she was 
stroking my chest and belly hair. No viagra, but I was soon hard 
again.

'Let's...' She pushed me over sideways and her mouth was round my 
cock. I pressed my face into her crotch, and her thighs clamped 
round my head. She sucked on me, but not moving her head, and I 
found it difficult to move as well. Not so the other end, though! As 
last night, she was bucking and wriggling, rubbing her cunt on my 
face, my tongue deep inside her, tasting that lovely female perfume.

So she came before me. In fact I didn't come. I was not disappointed 
as I had other ideas about how I would have her this second day!

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Later as we walked through the streets, hand in hand, we turned 
heads. The town was already busy and we sat at a pavement cafe for 
breakfast. She had produced a very suitable little girl seaside outfit 
from her overnight bag. The tight white t-shirt and blue denim micro-
mini-skirt showed her lovely figure off to perfection. Strolling men 
ogled her, sometimes to the annoyance of the girls on their arms. She 
looked so young, and yet they could see in her eyes she was sexually 
active. I knew they were wondering if we were father and daughter, 
uncle and niece, or just lucky bastard with a lovely little girl-friend. 
And even if father and daughter, whether I'd been fucking her that 
night. I could see the envy in their eyes, and loved it!

'We'll go to the beach after breakfast.'

'I haven't got a swimming cossie with me.'

'Doesn't matter at the beach we're going to.'

'Ooh! You naughty man!'

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I bought a couple of straw mats, some suntan cream, and a few cans 
of coke from one of the promenade booths, and we made our way 
along the beach. It was already filling up, mainly with naked single 
males, mostly gay I guess. But there were some hetero couples, and 
even some nudist family groups. We put our mats down close to a 
couple with two pretty young children, both girls of about eleven I 
should think. Just at the edge of puberty.

'I know why you chose here, you dirty old man!' Moira giggled.

'True! They are pretty, aren't they. But a bit too young even for me. 
Another year, a bit more hair down below, and a bit more breast up 
above. But I wouldn't kick them out of bed even now.'

The man watched out of the side of his eye as we undressed. It wasn't 
me he was looking at! She undressed slowly, stretching up to take off 
her top, then slipping her skirt down. She stood in her dazzling white 
panties and bra for a second, and then eased her panties down. Still in 
her bra, still standing up, she bent over to undo her laces. She was 
purposely showing that guy her pretty arse, and the naked cunt lips. 
Finally she took her bra off and lay down beside me.

'We'll give him something to look at,' I whispered. I'll oil you, my 
little sweetie.'

'I don't think I'd burn now. I'm too brown to burn.'

'But I want too. Turn over on your back.'

The guy watched as I rubbed the cream into her thighs, belly and 
finally her tits. I was getting hard as I smoothed and caressed those 
pretty breasts, and made no attempt to hide my erection as I knelt 
beside her.

'Over now, and I'll do your back.'

I left her bottom till last, working the cream into her shoulders and 
back, and then into her thighs. Then her arse. I used both hands, 
squeezing and kneading. Now into the crack of her arse, and there, 
on the beach, I slipped my thumb into her tight arsehole.

'Ooh! what are you doing?'

'I'm enjoying your pretty little arse, my sweetie.'

'Not here...'

But I continued, and moved her just an inch or two so the watcher 
could see clearly what I was doing. I caught his eye and smiled. I 
nodded to him, and then nodded in the direction of his daughters, my 
eyebrows raised. I winked. He knew exactly what I meant, and I 
swear he blushed. But his wife interrupted him that moment and the 
whole family party went down to the water. She must have known 
what had caused his erection and decided to cool him off!

We lay on the beach most of the morning, watching the parade of 
naked males, cruising up and down. Moira was enjoying that, as she 
told me. She kept a count, and decided there were about ten uncut 
cocks to every cut. She turned out to be a strong swimmer, like me, 
and we showed off a bit in the water, racing each other with a 
powerful crawl stroke.

After, I amused myself teasing the voyeur laying on the beach beside 
us, in the midst of his family. He just had to watch while I helped 
Moira dry, patting her pert tits with my towel, making sure her thighs 
were really dry, and her pretty mound. Later that morning I was 
amused to see him, very tentatively and nervously, giving the taller of 
his two girls the same treatment! He was learning fast! 

Lunchtime she was not extravagant at all. She really wanted a 
MacDonalds! Another advantage of lolitas over their older and more 
sophisticated sisters! She'd cost me 500 for the weekend, but it would 
probably stop at that. Worth it, too.

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Back in my apartment we needed a shower to get the salt off our 
bodies. 

I turned the water off and gave myself the pleasure of soaping her 
down. My palms flowed over her body, lingering on her tits, a hand 
on each. But it was her arse I wanted. I felt the smooth, tanned skin 
of her buttocks, and then slipped my index finger into her anus. She 
gave a little squeak, just as she had earlier on the beach. My cock 
stood at the thought of what I was going to do to her in a few minutes.

' That's the second time you stuck your finger in there. I wish  you 
wouldn't. I don't like it.'

'Ah, Moira, but I do. Remember what Mummy said!'

I had two fingers in her now, and I switched the water on again. As 
the needle sharp shower played down on us I kissed her, holding her 
tight to me, while I opened her up. I slipped my fingers in and out, 
lubricated by the soap. I held her like this, masturbating her arsehole, 
for several minutes, until I felt her free and open for me.

'I wish you wouldn't! How would you like it if I stuck my fingers up 
your arse! I wish you wouldn't.'

'Try me. I'd probably like it'

So she did, and I did like it of course!'

 Should I have her here, in the shower?. Or should I take her on my 
bed? Decisions! Decisions!

I turned the water off, and it was very enjoyable patting her body 
dry, while she towelled me. she was not pouting now I'd removed my 
naughty fingers.

'Did I make you sore, my little angel?'

'A bit.'

'This will help.' I keep a spray bottle of lubricant in the shower. 
(There's one in every room in the flat, in fact!) Her skin was still 
damp as I  parted her buttocks and sprayed the light oil into her 
crack. I worked it in with my index finger, and then slipped by finger 
in again. She was ready now.

I arranged her on the bed, laying on her belly, one leg bent to expose 
her lovely secret rose. I lay on top of her, my full weight on her 
body. My cock was between her buttocks, as hard as winged steel.  
No need for viagra with a virgin arsehole in prospect! I grasped my 
cock and wiped it in her oily crack, found the arsehole, and with a 
shove, my knob was in.

And all hell was let loose. She screamed, and started struggling. 'No! 
Not in there! It hurts. You're too big. No!'  She was bucking and 
struggling beneath me, but I was in her now, and my full weight was 
on her. I held her down, one hand pushing her shoulder into the bed, 
the other bent across her back, restraining her. I was winning, inch by 
inch, and finally I was completely up her, my thighs on her heaving 
buttocks. 

The struggles went on, and I could see I was marking her skin where I 
was holding her down. The screams were muffled by the pillow, and 
finally died away into sobbing. 

She lay still beneath me while I fucked her. I assume the pain had 
passed, as there were no more struggles. I decided to make this last, 
and went quite slowly at her. I could release my grip a bit, and stroke 
her back and shoulders as I slipped my prick in and out. She was 
lovely and tight. The same muscle-tone I had enjoyed so much in her 
tits, belly and legs... oh and in her cunt too... was her in her arse.

I may have been the second to have her cunt, but I was certainly the 
first to have her arse. with that happy thought I came, pumping deep 
inside her.

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She sulked all the rest of the day, sitting in her underwear watching 
television. I love that little girl pout that my little lolitas all put on 
when they are upset and angry. (As they often are).

'I thought you were nice. And then you do that! It hurt.'

'You'll get used to it. Men will all want  your arse as a change, my 
sweetie. and you'll get to like it when you're used to it. Now it's time 
you went to bed.' I switched the television off, and shooed  her into 
her room. I couldn't resist a squeeze of her lace-covered tits, and her 
arse, white satin thong dividing it, as I kissed her goodnight.

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There was a wine glass of water by her bed. She drank it. It was the 
same sort of glass as she used at home to listen to the young couple in 
the next flat. There bed was just the thin wall away from her own. 
She placed the bowl of the glass against the wall and pressed its foot 
to her ear. she could hear her arse-rapist singing happily to himself. 
Then he was phoning. she could only hear his half of the 
conversation, of course.

'Sol, it's Jasper. How's things?'  ...  'Me too. Been fucking myself 
blind all weekend.' ...  'Lovely! Blue eyes, long blonde hair, pert little 
tits, slender legs, arse to die for. And all over tan. I know you like 
your little girls chubby, Sol, but this one is special.'  ...   'Twelve.'  
...'Yes, cunt mouth and arse too'  ...   'Loved it in the mouth and 
cunt. Fought like a wildcat when I buggered her. Got it in and had her 
though. Tears, sobs, recriminations. The lot.' ... 'No, no damage as 
far as I can see.'  ...  Well, she's cost me 500 for the three nights, so I 
guess a hundred would be fair. She's special.' ..... 'It's a deal then. 
When can you come round?' ...
'Ten it is, then. Hey, bring the newspapers round, would you? Won't 
have to go out then.'

She put the glass down. Not only had he stuck his thing up her 
bottom, now he had sold her to a friend! She took off her bra and 
panties, and lay down on the bed. She was beginning to understand 
the downside of this whoring business. Yes, for the first time she 
realised she was now a whore, to be bought and sold. Her arse was 
sore! She wept a bit more before she fell asleep . 

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Sol came round on the dot of ten, punctual as ever. My family is 
complicated, lotsa divorces, half-brothers, step fathers etc. But Sol 
was some sort of nephew to me. While he was in his teens we made 
love together, and I used to share with him the occasional girl or boy 
I had bought. He was 25 now, and doing well in The City, so he had 
to share the costs too. We did not have sex together these days, 
except to the extent it happens in a three-some or more-some.

We embraced. as usual, but there was no lover's kiss, not even for 
old times sake, but he briefly grasped my cock, as I did his.

'So she's a looker, you say?'

'Come and see.'

She was still asleep, laying on her belly. Her pretty, round buttocks 
were tanned a light brown, almost Indian colour ; the long blonde 
hair shone and contrasted with the tanned back and shoulders. As we 
quietly admired her she must have  detected our presence in her sleep 
because she muttered something and turned over. She lay on her 
back now, her breasts moving slightly as she breathed. Sol looked at 
me and whispered, 'I see what you mean, Jas.' She was lovely : those 
pert, firm breasts, the flat belly, long, still little-girl-slender legs 
parted very slightly, the fuzz of golden curls contrasting with the 
smooth, sun-tanned skin of her belly, her pretty little cunt, lips tight 
closed in her sleep. She muttered something again, and her hand 
rested now on her cunt, holding it.

'Threesome, Jas. I can't wait! Wake her?'

I nodded, and he reached out, his hand cupped, and placed it over 
one tanned breast, rising and falling slowly in her deep sleep. She 
murmured something, and her legs opened slightly. I guessed his 
caress had matched some dream in her sleep. 

'Lovely, Jas. Expensive, but worth it.' He was stroking her breast, 
nipple pert and upright now. I reached from my side and cupped her 
other breast.

This woke her. She yawned and stretched : I watched her tits move 
as she did so. We sat one each side of the bed.

'This is Sol, Moira. He's one of my family.'

'Hey! you're not old. I thought....' she remembered she had been 
eavesdropping, and stopped. 'I'm still sore. You hurt me.' She 
reached under herself, touching her arse, that secret rose that had 
given me such delight the night before. She had that pouting insolent 
look I so love in my Lolitas! 'I gotta wash.' She rose from the bed 
between us, and we had the delightful sight of her pretty bum moving 
as she walked, her cunt lips like a little pink silk purse.

'What do you fancy, Sol?'

'I'll have her cunt.'

'Then I'll have her mouth. Same time.'

She was ages repairing the damage of the night. We had time to strip, 
and lay waiting for her. We were both hard. Sol is an athlete, and he 
has an athlete's body. Not hugely muscular, you understand, but 
really fine muscle-tone. And that lovely cut cock. I was so glad my 
sister and her first husband had him cut. I knew that body well, and 
for some years, when he had been in his teens, it was my main sexual 
delight! He was too old for me now, but I could still appreciate his 
beauty, aesthetically as it were.

'I've had to put cold cream in my arse. You really hurt me.'

'Come her, little angel. Promise we won't hurt you this time.'

She had to climb over me to get onto the bed between us. I had a 
fleeting glimpse of those other pouting lips, pink with the faintest 
golden fuzz, pretty little pearl of a clit peeping out.. She might have a 
sore arsehole, but her cunt seemed ready and eager.

She turned her back on me, embracing Sol. Was it because he was 
new, different, or was it because he was the more handsome. Bit of 
both, I guess. Sol had her pulled tight against himself, and I imagined 
the feeling he had of her firm tits against his hairless (waxed!) chest. 
They were making a meal of it, gobbling and slurping noises as they 
kissed, her hands feeling out the muscles in his arms and shoulders. I 
pressed myself up against that pretty naked arse, my cock in her 
crease, and kissed and fondled her back.

'We want you kneeling, Moira.' Sol was getting impatient. He wanted 
that cunt. Now!

I love watching Sol fuck: he's so athletic. He wiped his knob, flaming 
angry red, in her lips and with a thrust was up her. I watched his 
muscular belly and hips as he thrust in and out. Despite her whines 
and sulks earlier she was responding to the tool reaming her out. 'Oh! 
Oh! Yes! That's good!'

I was reminded of those far-off days when uncle and nephew were 
lovers, fucking and sucking each other

I shut her up by sticking my cock, hard again from watching  him and 
remembering him as a boy, between her lips and into her mouth. Now 
she was stuck from both ends.

Sol slapped her arse with an open palm each pile-driving push. I held 
her head firm between both hands, my palms slipping sometimes in 
her long, shining hair. We both looked down at that shapely, tanned, 
but above all juvenile back. I did not expect Sol would take long, but 
he managed to last out until the wriggles of her arse, and the panting 
and grunting, escaping round my own thrusting cock, showed she was 
coming.

At this very moment, in the middle of her orgasm, Sol slipped his 
cock out of her and rammed it hard and deep into her arse. The 
shock for her was appalling, and the scream was hardly muffled by 
my own probing cock. The ecstasy of her coming was transformed in 
an instant into the pain and humiliation of this invasion of her anus. I 
could see Sol was coming, and that provoked mine too. We held the 
struggling girl between us as we pumped spunk into her arse and 
mouth.

The sulks and complaints continued while Sol went out to rinse his 
cock. She was sobbing now, the anger replaced by real pain and fear. 
Well, I thought, I've paid for her!

'Is the S&M gear in the usual place, Jasper.'

'Not been used since we had that rent boy, Sol.'

He emerged carrying the brass-bound wooden box. As he opened it 
and she saw the contents, her sobs turned to a wail, and she made a 
bolt for the door. I caught her, and held her, her hard little arse 
against my crotch as her heels kicked wildly off the ground. Sol was 
searching through the box, placing some sinister items on the floor. 
'Ah! Here they are.' He handcuffed her wrists in a trice.

'For God's sake, Sol. The gag! Before the neighbours complain.' She 
was shouting, but that stopped as the black ball gag was fastened, the 
strap going over her blonde hair. 

Sol had to get on a chair to fix the cord to the ceiling hook. I have 
high ceilings. I explained the hook to the builder who fixed it as 'for a 
chandelier'. I remember his look as I said that. He guessed its real 
purpose! The cord was fixed to the handcuffs, and tightened so she 
was stretched upwards.

More leisurely now she was partly immobilised, he fastened ankle 
cuffs, black leather with stainless steel rings and buckles, one to each 
ankle. Now the stretcher bar between them, and she was completely 
immobilised. All her struggles produced was little movements of her 
feet.

'The chains, Sol?'

'Of course, Jasper.'

I sat back in an armchair and lit a cigar. I was going to enjoy this 
show, which I had seen often before. I was tempted to get a brandy, 
but it was still a bit early!

One end of the fine, silver chain was clipped to the outer lip, left side, 
of her cunt. The chain then passed behind her, over her hip, up 
across her back, down over her shoulder, and then a crocodile clip 
fixed the other end to her right nipple. The other chain went from the 
right lip of her cunt, round her back and to her left nipple. I looked. 
The tightened chains had two effects. Her cunt was opened like a 
flower, her inner lips and clit shining like the secret petals of some 
scarlet tropical orchid. And the crocodile clips pulled her tits apart 
and upwards making them even more pert and provocative.

He started with the cat o nine tails.

I lay back in my armchair, and took a long pull on my cigar as the 
black thongs spread across her buttocks with each blow. The skin 
soon turned from dusky to a reddish-brown. His attention moved to 
her thighs, and I was impressed when, the thongs struck her, but 
wrapped around licking the tender inside of her thighs, there where 
the tan was lightest and the skin smoothest and softest.

'Don't mark her, Sol.'

A harder blow was the response, and one black thong found out and 
flicked the pearl of her clitoris. One of her feet, manacled as they 
were, rose from the ground with the shock.

'That was clever, Sol. Bet you can't do that again.'

The lash struck her other side, but again one solitary thong curled 
round and flicked at her cunt. Her other foot rose in the air, clumsily.

'You're skilled, Sol.'

'Long practise and a good teacher.' He laughed, but the lash was 
falling on her tits now. 

I was hard, and stroking my cock. Sol had that lovely straight, hard 
cock as well, that cock that had been such a part of my life!

He threw the whip down and stood behind her, his knees bent so his 
cock was in the crease of her arse. With a shove he was up her. As 
she faced me, her cunt lips opened by the clips and chain, I could see 
her inner lips and vagina, and that  he was in her arse again. The tears 
rolling down her face confirmed that. I stroked my cock. And why 
not? I got up and held her hips. By bending my knees I could get my 
knob placed just right. With a quick thrust I was in her cunt.

Double-plugged!

She only came up to our chests, sandwiched between us. I held her 
shoulders, pulling her tits against me. But Sol had his arms right 
round her and was holding me by my biceps. Our faces were inches 
apart. For the first time in many years my nephew kissed me. I could 
feel his cock moving against mine as we fucked her, some thin 
membrane separating our two pricks inside her. It was as if we were 
shagging each other, her body between us. Ours was a real lovers' 
kiss, lips and tongues probing, searching. And still we fucked. I could 
feel Sol thrusting harder, faster, and his tongue became more urgent. 
I knew he would come, and I was on the brink. Then he was coming, 
and so was I.

We left her hanging while we showered.

I poured us both a brandy as he removed her gag.

'I'll tell on you. You'll catch it!.'

'And who will you tell?'

'My Mum. She'll fix you?'

I laughed. Remember what she said. 'Do everything the gentleman 
wants...'

'I'll have the law on you...'

'I don't think so. What will the law do when they find she sold you to 
me for five hundred? I'll tell you what. They'll send her down and 
you'll go into care. Is that what you want?'

She was sobbing again, her momentary anger replaced by pain again.

'No I thought not. Not good in care is it?'

We sat there with our brandies, me finishing my cigar, looking at her. 
She certainly had a hot little body! But I'd had enough of her. I 
turned to Sol.

'I've had enough of her. You want her for the rest of the day and 
tonight? Take her to your place? You're welcome if you do.'

'That's generous. Not like you Jasper. But, yes, I'll take her off you. 
Got a few more fucks in me for this beauty.'

'Bring her back by three tomorrow. And unmarked!'

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