The LadyBoy Club.

Several of the mothers had turned up to watch the last dress rehearsal: the boys and girls of 'Leonora de Witt's School of Dance and the Dramatic Arts' were rehearsing for their tradititional 'Christmas Extravaganza'. The teens and pre-teens looked very pretty, and some of them were really accomplished dancers, but two of the mothers were deep in conversation.

'Which one's yours?'

'The blonde boy second from the left. I'm Fiona McAllister by the way.'

'Moira Huggett. Mine's the blonde boy beside yours.'

'I think they are friends as they always seem to be together when I see them here.'

'You're right. My Davey has been coming here six years now: I reckon he might be good enough to be a professional some time.'

'My Sam too, though he's only been here five years. She's a good dancer and a brilliant teacher, Leonora de Witt.'

'Yes, and Donald whatsisname too.'

'He's a great dancer, but I often think "there's something of the night about him".'

'I agree. A bit sinister somehow. Have you heard about the club he runs?'

'He's something to do with The Forum, isn't he?'

'Maybe. But Friday and saturday nights they call it 'Girlyboyz' and its men only.'

'Gay, then.'

'Sorta. I've heard stories.' 

The chat continued and the two women found they had a lot in common, and both were feeling somewhat neglected sexually since both had been abandoned by their men. "And good riddance too" was the verdict they both agreed. The upshot was they decided the two families would spend Christmas together at Fiona's apartment.

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'Are you asleep, Davey?'

'No. I've been listening to them in the next room.'

'Me too.' He stretched out and switched on the bedside light before dimming it down to a soft glow. Both the boys had long taken their pyjama tops off in the over-heated apartment and were laying naked from the waist up. They had kicked the duvet off during the night. 'Listen.'

In the next bedroom their mothers were enjoying themselves. A Peeping-Tom would have seen two pretty, blonde women, naked, laying on their bed, kissing. The boys were able to follow the action by their mothers' whispered words and the noises of their lovemaking (the walls of the flat were very thin!).

'Your breasts are lovely, Fiona.'

'I love them being sucked like that. And they should be good as they cost me enough!'

'You had surgery?'

'Just to firm them up, not to make them bigger. Yes suck like that and stroke them, it's lovely. I breast-fed Samuel and they were never the same after, so I had them fixed.'

'Well, they're lovely and firm now.' As she sucked her friend's nipples she opened her own cunt lips with finger and thumb and slipped her index finger inside, pressing on her clit.

'My turn now. Your tits are so firm,too, Moira. God! You turn me on.' 

'I never breast-fed Davey, so I never lost them. I love them being sucked as well. Lord! I'm juicy.'

'Me too. Let's.....'

The boys could clearly hear their mothers rearranging themselves on the bed, and then the sound of kissing, licking, and and sucking as the two women sucked each others' cunts.

'You know what they're doing, Sam?'

'Sure. They're sucking each other off. We'll hear them cum soon I expect. Are you hard?'

'Yup!'

'Me too! Here, feel this. He took his friend's hand and placed it on his prick. The boy gripped it a second and then let go, pulling at the cord on his pyjama bottoms.

'Take these off, and let's play around, like them.'

Naked in the dim light the two boys lay one arm round each other, the free hand jerking at the other's cock. Davey stopped a moment, leaned down and closed his lips around Sam's cock. Sam was startled by the sudden gesture and stopped wanking his friend, laying back and feeling for the first time the warmth, wetness, and suction of a mouth on his prick. 

'Jeez! Davey! That's better than wanking. Here, if I turn round I can suck you at the same time.'

In the next room, the two women could hear this conversation of course, and also the slurping and muffled giggling and whispers as the two boys enjoyed their first oral sex. It spurred them on to even more sucking and caressing and Moira started to cum, noisily as usual, moaning and swearing as the pleasure mounted. Fiona joined her, quieter, but panting and grunting as she too came.

The boys knew exactly what had happened in their mothers' bed and the extra excitement brought them off, both together, both squirting their thin boy-cum. They broke apart almost immediately, and lay again heads on pillows side-by-side.

'That was good, Sam. Better than wanking.'

'Mmm. I liked the feel of your cum in my mouth, but there's not much taste.'

'Yours is the same. sort of slippery, nice, but no taste really.'   

'I want to go to sleep now. Let's do it again in the morning.'

'Yes, let's.'

Next door the two women smiled happily at each other, Fiona giggled and whispered, 'Boys!', and both went to sleep as well.


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Christmas morning, with all the kitchen preparation, carols on the radio, the two mothers drinking sherry and the boys quietly stealing their own glasses of the sweet liquid, until all the work done, the turkey in the oven, all four could sit down and open their presents.

'You boys can have a glass of wine now. But just one.' The two women were at least light-headed from the morning's drinking, and would have been surprised at how much their sons had already put away. A lap-top and a games console for the boys, books and craft jewelry for their mums. Last of all, the two women exchanged their presents.

'Not a surprise, boys. We chose these together.' Each held up a satin basque, Fiona's white with blue lace trim, Moira's white with black trim. 'Turn your back, boys, while we put them on for Christmas!'

The boys, of course, peeped as their mothers stripped naked and helped each other into the tight basques, adjusting beasts into the cups, and fastening the suspenders to long, tan, seamed stockings. New shoes too....silver high heels for the two of them. Before the women slipped their thongs on, the boys could see that one had a lovely triangle-fringe of reddish-gold pubic hair, but the other was waxed naked and pink, lips pouting and open.

'You can look now, boys.' Both women knew of course that their sons had watched the whole undressing and dressing process. Both boys had tents in their jeans! The girls were stunning: you could have thought they were twin sisters, and in their new outfits were worthy of any red-top page three. The boys watched in awed silence. 

'Well?'

'Lovely!'

'Lovely,' Sam echoed.

'Give your Mum her Christmas kiss!'

The two boys obliged, though there was something sexual in the embrace, and that feeling was only enhanced for the girls as they felt hard little cocks pressing against them.

'And now we've got a surprise for you two boys. We want you to dress up a bit for us too this Christmas. Do it for us!' 

Unwrapped, the little parcel revealed a boy-sized basque in gold-satin, matching thong, a packet of stockings and high heeled sandals, gold as well. 'Oh no! I couldn't!'

Sam held his up as well, exactly the same. 'Oh, come on Davey. It is Christmas after all. Let's dress up, since they went to all that trouble.'

Davey held the satin up to his cheek, feeling the silkiness. It felt very sexy!'I guess so. Why not?'

Both boys were not drunk exactly, but certainly the sherry had reduced any inhibitions, and their mothers watched them strip naked and then work out how the lingerie went. Sam insisted the seams on their stockings should be exactly straight, and then they helped each other with the suspender straps. Oddly, they had no problem standing on the high heels to slip into the thongs and pull them up over those hard little cocks. Both were giggling by the time the dressing uo was finished, but both had hard cocks trying to escape from the tight satin panties, and Davey's had a little dark patch that indicated a drop or two of pre-cum.

While this was going on Fiona put a cd on the player.

'Hey, you two. Show us some steps you've learned at de Witt's.

'Let's do the girly high-kicks for them, since we've got girly things on.'

The two boys linked arms and kicked stockinged legs high into the air in time with the music. They were giggling, but really quite good, until, that is, Davey fell off his high heels and the two boys finished up in a heap of naked flesh and satin lingerie, limbs all entangled on the carpet. They were still giggling, but the kiss Sam placed on his friend's lips started as a joke, but finished as a passionate embrace, caring not a jot that their mothers were watching.

The cd was still playing and the two women started to dance, a slow and smoochy number.

Sam looked at Davey, and Davey at Sam. both thought of the sex they had enjoyed together the night before, and dancing cheek-to-cheek suddenly seemed a fine idea. They untangled themselves and smooched like their elders and betters.

After a bit, Fiona yawned. 'I don't know about the rest of you, but I feel like a nap.'

'Me too,' Moira agreed a little too eagerly.

The two boys, still embracing and swaying to the music, giggled. 'We heard you last night!'

'And we heard you two as well. And why not? Anyway, I'm going to bed. See you at five.'

The two girls made their exit.

'Their bums look good in satin!'

'So does yours, Sam.' More giggles. 'Let's suck each other again!'

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The family supper became a regular feature of Friday or Saturday nights, either at Fiona's appartment or Moira's house, and the boys often slept over at each other's place. Their sex was good, but never went further than oral satisfaction. They knew about anal sex from school play-ground jokes and gossip, but were frightened to try it out: in any case the oral sex was so good they did not yet need to be fucked or to fuck. Gradually both parents added to their boys' stock of feminine clothing and accessories, and encouraged them to wear their hair longer and longer. This was something of a problem at school where they were teased a bit, but they stood up for each other which discouraged potential bullies, and there were also one or two older boys who already knew what they wanted, fancied these pretty little blondes and made sure teasing did not degenerate into bullying. However, Sam and Davey stayed loyal to each other. Wrong word "loyal": in fact they were satisfied with the sex they were having, and enjoyed it especially when dressed as pretty little girls, so those older teenage Lotharios had to content themselves with "Mrs Palm and her Five Daughters" rather than pretty-boy mouths and soft hands.

In May Fiona gave notice on her flat, and she and Sam moved in with Moira and Davey. The boys were offered a room each in the four-bedroom house but both asked if they could share. Their mothers were not at all surprised as they were well aware that the boys enjoyed a good sexual relationship, as indeed their mothers had, too. The walls were better insulated here, and neither couple was so aware of the others' love-making, not that any of the four found 'noises off' at all inhibiting. The boys were becoming progressively more feminised, and normally wore lingerie under their school uniforms on all except days when there was gym or sports. At weekends they dressed as girls mostly. Their mothers had no concerns about the boys seeing them in their underwear, or even naked, and nor had the boys themselves. The boys' hair was growing long, and they took some teasing at school for their "hippy" pony-tails. It was a happy, relaxed, if unconventional family.

It was about six months after that first introduction to cross-dressing, the first Saturday morning of the long Summer school holiday, after the usual night spent together, sucking, caressing and kissing in one room lesbian in the other gay, that Fiona and Moira came back into the kitchen after breakfast with armfuls of new clothes.

'Big day, boys. Today we're going to dress you up properly and turn you into Samantha and Davina. How about it?'

'Cool!' 

The boys already had satin knickers on, their only nightwear in the early summer heat, but they had to remove them to slip into the new gold satin basques and cuban-heeled seamed stockings, a lovely glossy chocolate tan. Then the matching gold thongs, and a special surprise, breast forms. These were not grossly big, but in proportion to the boys' still slender bodies, and they filled the basques' cups nicely and convincingly. "Davina" and "Samantha" were particularly pleased with the effect, going to their room to look at themeselves in the long mirror, and squeezing the silicon. They already had plenty of shoes, and each picked out gold high-heeled strappy sandals. They spent a few moments embracing, kissing, complimenting each other, and would certainly have has a session on the bed relieving the excitement in their hard little cocks, but they heard the doorbell ring, and were called into the living room.

Reluctantly, hands were removed from inside panties and whispered promises exchanged. 'This afternoon: I'll give you a nice sucking...' 

It was a hairdresser (male) and a beautician (female)!

Neither of these was at all surprised to be called to feminise these two boys, and it was obvious immediately to the boys from the adults' conversation that the transformation had something to do with the de Witt Dance School, or perhaps with Donald Romero the other instructor there. The boys were already sexually excited, cocks making tents in their lingerie, and certainly not reluctant to be beautified. 

Davina was first to have his hair styled, while Samantha had her nails manicured and then varnished in a pink enamel, before leaning back in the chair while she was made-up.

'I'll leave a booklet with full instructions about how to make-up. You'll look best with pink lipstick, and the nail varnish should match, always. I'll leave the make-up I've usede today so you can try it out yourselves. Probably you'll want to do each other. It's easier and the effect is always better. It's fun, too! You've both got the same colouring, so you probably will want to look like twins. You're lucky to have such good complexions: some of the other boys I've made up need real pancake foundation even in their teens.'

Jolyon, the hairdresser, was finally satisfied with his work, and so he should be as the rather ordinary pony-tail had been transformed into silky, shining golden shoulder-length hair. 

Then the roles were reversed, Davina getting the manicure and make-over, Samantha the hairdo.

Finally, Jolyon and Gina watched as the "girls" put on the outer clothes to finish the illusion. The pleated black satin mini-skirts were, strangely, fixed not by a zip and catch but by velcro, and similarly the equally black, equally silky tight black tops. There was nothing innocent about these two girls now, and the efect was frankly sexual!

Fiona wheeled the long cheval mirror into the living room, and the two ladyboys were stunned at how lovely, how feminine they now were. 

'Jeez! You look good, Davey,..... I mean Davina! Pity about this, though. Spoils the line of the skirt!' "This" was the little bulge at the front, telling the world that Davina found the effect exciting and sexy. 

'You've got one too!' Laughing, Samantha grasped the erection through the slippery satin.

'Where you're going now, those bulges will be a real advantage.... you'll see!'

'Oh tell us!'

'Surprise! You'll soon see! I'll go call the taxi.'

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It was obvious that Fiona and Moira had already come to some sort of arrangement with Donald Romero: he was one of these dark, Mediterranean types, all black chest hair, gold bling, and incredibly white-toothed smile. Sexy as hell and as charming as a serpent! 

The women sat down, but the ladyboys had to stand. From somewhere, it seemed upstairs, there was music, and round the walls of Romero's office there were framed, signed photos of pretty young girls. There was plenty to look at as the adults talked about money and hours of work. Finally something had been agreed, though it was not clear to Davina and Samantha exactly what.

Romero got up and exercised his cheesy smile on the two. 'I know what you can do singing and dancing from seeing you at Leonora's, and now I can see how convincing and sexy you are it's a deal. You can have a contract to appear at my club, though your mothers will have to sign it as you're far too young. It'll be Saturday afternoons for two hours and Friday evenings for four hours. Half on and half off each session. I give you each £10 an hour, that's £20 each on Fridays and £40 each on Saturdays, and that will be paid into your mothers' bank accounts. But you keep all your tips and anything else: that's up to you. You'll need to have rehearsed enough numbers to fill about one hour Saturdays, and two on Fridays. How many song and dance routines do you know already?

'About a dozen.'

'At least twenty, Mr Romero.' Samantha sounded really keen!

'Good. No problem starting then. If the guys like an act they don't mind if you repeat a number, and I tell you, they'r going to love you two. Oh yes! But I want you to go upstairs and watch for a bit, and then you can try your hand if you want. If you enjoy it and want to go on, then your Mums...' he smiled that cheesy grin again at the two women...'your Mums will sign the contract. If you don't want a stage career you can always say no, but you are so pretty you're certain to be big hit and that would be a real sin if you didn't..... All those disappointed guys out there! Ok?'

'OK, sir.' From both.

He picked up the phone. 'Can you come down a minute, Tina?'

Tina was a tall brunette, and was obviously in her late teens. She was dressed in a slinky silver robe and high heels, her dark hair loose to her shoulders.

'It would be best, ladies, if you left them to make their own minds up, please. Why not leave them and come back in a couple of hours? Meanwhile, take them upstairs, please Tina; show them round and tell them a bit about the club.'

Upstairs the music was much louder, and the room was a back-stage dressing room with chairs and mirrors, and girly bags and clothes all over the place. All three stood and the new ladyboys listened while Tina talked.

'I wish he wouldn't call me Tina. I'm Martina.'

'I know who you are now you talk. You're Martin Simmonds. You left Newlands School last year.'

'First rule, Davina, never use the old male name here. Here we're all girls. Always Martina!'

'Sorry!'

'No problem. You couldn't have known. This is the Ladyboyz Club and those guys out there come here because they like young girls with just a bit extra.'  She laughed and held Samantha's cock for a moment, only the second person to have touched it, not counting Samantha herself. It was still hard, and had been most of the day. 'And they especially like that extra bit when it's nice and firm like yours. No need to hide the bulge!'

The music stopped and there was a sudden applause, some shouting, and a pretty blonde appeared at the door. 'You're on, Martina. I've really warmed them up! Should be some real trade later I think.'

Martina left and the music started again. 'I'm Gloria. I'll just sort these out and then let's watch her act.' She plucked £5 and £10 notes from inside the waistband of her panties, from the strap and cups of her bra and even stuffed up against her cock, making the bulge in her panties even bigger than her cock would justify by itself. She counted them and put them in a handbag on a dressing table. ' Seventy five. Not bad for early Saturday. It's often more later as they get excited and a bit tipsy. Now shh! and we'll stand in the wings.'

The music was a Tina Turner number, and Martina was miming to "I Want You Near Me": She managed to make the whole sound very sexy and suggestive ...."You're so good with your hands..." and she stroked her hands over her hips and round over her arse cheeks, hands sliding over the sleek silver satin. "I'm Only Playing Games With You"... pushing out her hips, pressing her crotch with both hands. The audience were strangely silent, but erupted in wild applause as she finished. Immediately there was another Tina Turner "Stand By Your Man". Now Martina gave it the full treatment, strutting her stuff across the small stage, and tearing her dress open down the front. The new ladyboys understood the point of the velcro fastening on their tops and skirts! Now this tall, leggy girl was bumping and grinding like a good 'un, Black lacy bra and full black French knickers over suspender belt. An inch or so of very white flesh showed at the top of her black glossy stockings. It could have been Betty Page or some other dream-girl were it  not for the tell-tale bulge! Then she disappeared from view and was obviously down among the audience.

Gloria explained. 'We always do that towards the end of a turn: the punters like to have a quick feel, though it costs them! A note stuck in the panties and they can have a grope, probably get groped or kissed in return. They love it! Reckon you can do that, girls?'

'Sure!'

'Piece of piss, Gloria.' 

The music ended with the same applause, hoots, whistles and cat-calls as before, and Martina reappeared, her body too festooned with currency notes.

Martina was on stage again, still in her lingerie. 'And now, gentlemen, two very young beginners, Davina and Samantha. They look like twins but aint: they look like sisters but aint: they look like angels but aint: they look like girls but aint. Welcome, please these two lovely, innocent ladyboys. Show your appreciation as this is their first show. First ever, you lucky guys!' She stepped back. 'You're on, and I didn't ask you what music you wanted. Shit!'

'Don't need music! We can sing!'

And sing they did, belting out that innocent little ballad "My Boy Lollypop": they had learned from Martina's act and made it seem provocative, even obscene with the stress on 'lollypop', hand gestures to each other's pricks making tents in their skirts, opening their mouths wide and sticking a thumb in. They made sure the guys saw their bums as well as from the front, bending down and raising their skirts, knickers tight across slender little-boy bottoms, suspender straps tight on white flesh. It went down well.

It was all too new for them to really look at the audience yet. But for their second number they did Chuck Berry's "I Want You To Play With My Dingaling". Davina tore Samantha's skirt and blouse off revealing her basque and panties, hurling the useless clothes into the wings, and Davina did the same for Samantha's. They went down among the audience. About thirty guys were sitting at tables with glasses in front of them, some singly, some in pairs. There was a group of six friends all together, well-drunk and very excited. Another crowd was standing or perched on stools at a bar where a quite pretty, older tv was barmaid, some were standing right against the stage, that was only raised about a foot above the parquet floor. The audience was going wild, hooting and hollering, feeling the girls up as they shimmied among them, the girs kissing a bald head here, picking up a hand and rubbing it to their crotch or bottom cheek, and always singing that suggestive song. Money was shoved into their panties until they were padded like nappies, stuck to the sweat of their bellies, and down into their falsies. 

The two were excited themselves: applause and adulation... and all that money! But after the second song they needed a second wind. They were back on the stage bowing, turning and bowing to the curtain so the guys could see their cute little arses, and then giggling to each other, off to the wings where Martina was applauding too. A little Afro tv replaced them singing, or rather dancing and miming to "My Guy".

You were great, sweethearts. How much did you take?'

Counted up it was £215. 'That's good! That shows they really liked you.'

'Well one guy must have. He had his cock out and was jerking it. Real big one it was too. At the last table on the right.  Nice....'

'Only one. Later There'll be more at it. I always reckon the only ones who don't are the ones who want a special later...'

'Special?'

'It's nothing to do with the club, but some of the guys want a one-on-one after the show. See, look. That's how some of them do it.' Among her own notes, in the handbag was a scibbled paper just saying "Six o'clock front door, silver Mercedes, my place one hour £100. Denny". 'That's the going rate for an hour. I know Denny: he's nice, and a real gent, so I'll be there. Actually they are mostly nice guys, and you'd do a lot of them for free in fact, though I don't! He'll bring me back here after or my home if I want. Some of them invite you back to their table or the bar where you can check them out and see if you like them.'

'Jeez! £100. For what?'

'Almost whatever he wants unless it's too kinky. Mostly they want to suck you and fuck you. That's normal I always think. Kinky I'd want more, and I might say no. All night would be £500. and if they want to take me to a hotel that's all right too. As for Denny, I guess his wife's away and he fancies a bit of ladyboy arse. Suits me. I love it!'

Samantha looked doubtful. 'We've thought about it, Davina and me but don't it hurt?'

'A bit at first but you soon get to like it... you should try it out together, get used to it. It pays everso well here. I leave here in September as none of the ladyboyz is over seventeen, but I'm pretty loaded already. And I've got a contract with a London Club to start as soon as I go, so lots more. Oops. I'm on again. You're after me. If you want music, ask Donna. she's the pretty coloured girl. She'll ring Theresa behind the bar: she does the cd player for the music. Got hundreds of CDs.' 

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The contract was signed: their mothers would keep the hourly £10s but Samantha and Davina could keep all the tips and the "etc": possibly their mothers had no idea how much this would amount to!

That night the two ladyboyz went to bed in their satin panties but also black shortie nylon nighties, despite the heat. They wanted to be particularly feminine, to keep the excitement and pleasures of the day going a little bit longer. They had enjoyed the look and the feel of their completely feminised bodies and the admiration of all those males, and were enjoying these memories of the day and promise of many more. And all that money!

In the semi darkness they lay embracing on the bed, whispering. Both were stroking satin-clad bottoms and wondering.....

'We're going to need somewhere to bank all this money.'

'Post Office. I think we can open that ourselves. And we'll ask our mums to open building society accounts without telling them how much...'

'I think Martina could open them for us. She's eighteen next week.'

'That'd be best. Best to keep stum about the tips, mostly.'

'I agree. What do you think about the "extras" Martina, Gloria and Donna get? You think we should?'

'Might be nice. Good fun. I mean if the guys are nice, why not?'

'What about the bottom stuff, I mean having it up your arsehole?' A hand slipped inside the satin, feeling into the silky-skinned crack, searching for the hidden arsehole.

'I guess we should try, like Martina said. See if we can like it, like she does.'

'OK. Who first?'

'You can do me if you like. I think we need to get some oil from the bathroom first.'

And so it started, there in the summer heat, panties pulled down, kneeling, and Davina fingering Samantha's anus, rubbing oil in it, penetrating with her finger, finger-fucking her friend, and Samantha telling her it was not too bad, even 'a kind of nice feeling up there.' Davina pulled her own panties down and off and rubbed the head of her hard little cock where her fingers had just been playing. "That feels real nice, oh I like that! It's really quite sensitive there on the outside. Yes it's nice when you press against it there." A little more pressure and the cock-head started to penetrate. 'Bloody hell, that's not so good. Don't stop though. She said it could hurt a bit at first'. A bit more pressure and the head was in allowing the shaft to slide easily up till thighs rested on bum cheeks. 

Davina pulled the see-thru nylon up to her friend's shoulders and planted a kiss on her smooth, silky-skinned back, resting her cock deep inside and feeling the gripping on it starting to relax. 'Ok, darling?'

That was new. Neither had ever called the other "darling" before.

'It's ok now, honey.' "Honey" was new, too, but both boys had heard the girls at the Club speak like that, and had been called "Hun" and "sweetie" etc by the guys in the audience. They were learning fast!

Cock pulled out a few inches, thrust in again and they were fucking properly. It did not take long! 

'I came! Did you feel it?'

'No, but I guessed. You were doing me harder and faster.'

'Your turn now.'

'Better be in the morning. You made me cum too. You wait! You'll love it!' 

'Jeez! Kiss me, darling.'

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Samantha woke first with a raging hard-on. She glanced at the alarm clock and saw it was only just after five but the sun was already up and quite strong through the open curtains. Davina was deeply asleep, laying part on her belly, part on her side, one leg bent and stretching black satin tight over her hips and bottom cheek. The nylon nightie had ridden up a bit, and the contrast between black nylon and satin and the lightly tanned bare flesh was very pretty. Pretty? It was very, very sexy, and despite wanting a piss Samantha just had to lay her cheek against that taut satin. It felt warm, and she just had to stroke and caress a bit. Davina moaned in her sleep and turned over on her belly, legs together now. Her lover just had to, could not resist it! She gently grasped the waistband of her friend's knickers and slowly drew them down over thighs and calves, until she could slip them over ankles and the girl-boy was naked from the waist down. It was easy to spread her buttocks with two hands, and there was her secret rose, pinky-brown, hairless of course, and so pretty it begged to be kissed. It was, gently not to wake the sleeper, kissed, then licked, and then so-softly penetrated with a probing tongue.

The oil was still open on the bedside table where Davina had left it the night before, and now a few drops onto that tempting flesh. 

Davina awoke as Samantha's finger penetrated as far as the first knuckle, withdrew, and then penetrated again. The girl, still dozy, raised her hips and murmured, 'Kiss me, honey!' So they kissed while Davina was gently finger fucked. Samantha could feel her anus relaxing, and the whole body free of any tensions as they caressed and whispered to each other, stopping only to kiss again.

'I think I'm ready. I think you should do me now, Samantha.' 

Samantha placed her cock carefully and with a slight pressure felt her knob open the arse oh-so-slightly.

'Now, Samantha. I'm sure I'm ready.'

One hand on her friend's shoulder, the other on her bottom, she pushed and felt the knob almost pop in. She also felt her friend's body tense beneath her, and her cock gripped by a contraction of the violated anus. She paused, and stroked Davina's shoulder and neck, calming her as one might reassure a frightened young animal. She felt the anus relax and she pushed gently, finding her cock slid in easily.'

'All right?'

'It's OK. I think it's going to be OK....'

Fucking now, and finding her cock sliding in and out so freely to its full depth and her thighs touching white bottom-cheeks each time, Samantha realised that this was the best sex. Being fucked she had found good, fucking was even better. She forgot her earlier caution and gentleness and was fucking hard. The groans from the kneeling ladyboy were of pleasure not of pain, and an invitation to take her own pleasure. Dimly she was aware that beneath her Davina's fist was flying up and down her cock, in time with the rhythmic penetration of her bottom, rubbing herself into a climax.

'I'm coming!' 

'Me too!'

Hands on both shoulders, she pulled the kneeling gurrrl back onto her cock and felt the first huge spurt well from her cock deep in her lover's bottom, a second, a third. She reached underneath and found Davina's hand and cock were bathed in her own creamy cum. She smiled, and licked her fingers the cum familiar taste and slippery feel, her cock still twitching and throbbing as the last of her own cum oozed out, unseen.

Finally they rolled over sideways, and Samantha felt her cock expelled from that willing bottom.

'Well? What did you think?'

'Hurt for a second, and then it was great. You can fuck me whenever you want, darling.'

'And you me too, honey....'

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Saturday afternoon five o'clock the club was nowhere near as crowded as it had been Friday evening (and as it would be Saturday evening, though the two gurrrls would not be there then). The girls had to do eight or nine numbers in their two-hour stint, and to start they went on stage they started with the silly Shirley Temple little-girl song "The Good Ship Lollypop", which they managed to make both charming and funny, also very suggestive and obscene. The guys loved it, especially when they mimed to "My Sweet Lord" doing a slow strip-tease down to their lingerie as they went among the tables. 

After their first set they counted the notes, and exchanged comments.

'Did you see who's at of the tables in the middle? Uncle Merry!.'

Uncle Merry was Mr Meredith, the popular Assistant Headmaster of their school!

'Who'd have guessed. Yes I saw him, and he's asked me to have a drink with him.'

'Donna, who's the big guy at the bar, in a dinner jacket?'

'That's Carlos Harman, honey. He's nice. He's also rich!'

'Is that the Mr Harman who was Mayor a couple of years ago?'

'The very same. He makes his money out of porn, mags and especially films. I've seen some and they're good!'

'He asked me to join him at the bar, Donna.'

'Jump at it, honey. He's a nice guy, and rich, and very generous!'

Lana was just doing two numbers  and then our gurrls would be on again. As usual they wowed the audience, but after three songs and a dance routine, went straight to the guys who had invited them, decent but very sexy in their quick-release gowns.

Mr Meredith caught the bar-maid's eye and ordered Samantha her coke. Theresa winked at the new recruit and from behind Mr Meredith's back silently mouthed 'Go get it, honey!'

It was pleasant to feel a strong male hand up under her dress and gently stroking her stockinged thigh: she was glad she had worn glossy fully-fashioned nylons and not fish-net.

'Which are you, Davina or Samantha....you're twins? My name's Tom Meredith, by the way.'

'I'm Samantha, and we're not even sisters, just friends. And I know you're Mr Meredith from school: we all call you Uncle Merry. You're very popular you know, most popular of all the teachers.'

'Thank you, my dear. That's very gratifying. From school eh? I wonder.' He looked at her for a second. 'No, can't recognise, and probably best not to, eh? I trust you know how to be discrete?' His hand had mounted now and was half on her stocking-tops and half on the two or so inches of naked flesh between stockings and panties. She opened her legs slightly for him, secure in the knowledge that the table hid what he was up to.

'What time do you finish here today, my dear?'

'We've just got one more set which we do as little girls again... the lollypop stuff.... and then we've done. That would be about eight. It's longer on Fridays.'

'I was going to leave at about eight. Can I give you a lift?'

'Yes, I'd like that, Uncle Merry.'

'Or better still, come to my flat for a coffee or whatever you like.'

'I think you want more than a coffee....' She laughed, and the guy at the next table looked away from Lana for a second towards the couple.

'I do. Would you....?'

'I would, though you will have to pay me you know.'

'Oh yes, I know: I'm an old hand here by now. It's £100 for an hour isn't it?'

'Yes, and you can do what you want as long as it's not kinky....'

'Oh, you'll find I'm a very conventional man.'

'It's a date then. Lana's started her last number, and I've got to get changed back into the little-girl gingham.'

'I'll see you in the carpark when you've done then. I'll be in the yellow Porsche.'

'I thought you drove an old Volvo estate. The boys call it Merry's brick.'

'I don't like to show off with the Porsche at school.'

'You must be rich then?'

'I am. I'm lucky; my father made pots of money and left me office blocks and flats all over the place. Plenty of rents.'

'You don't have to work then?'

'No. I teach because I like the company of young people.' The hand was under her suspended strap now, gently swqueezing naked flesh.

'I think you like teenage boys!' She laughed again.

'Let's say I like the company of teenage girls with that little bit extra.' His hand moved up now into her crotch and grasped her cock, fully erect. 'Oh yes....'

She reached under the table and grasped his cock, erect as well. 'I can feel you do. But I've got to change now.'

In the dressing room it emerged that a similar conversation had developed at the bar, but Davina would spend the night and pocket £500.

They called their mothers and told them not to pick them up at eight thirty, etc.

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The first impression Samantha had as she looked round the room was one of space: it was huge!  Uncle Merry hung her coat along with his jacket in a cupboard by the door and she took in the grandeur of the penthouse. Three of the walls were windows looking out on vistas, on one side the lights of the city with the diamond necklace of the illuminations along the two-mile promenade just beginning to show in the evening twilight; on the other side the marina, and along the front wall the sea with its tight fringe of beach. It was magnificent! The other wall caught her attention too: there was a large screen on the wall with two acrylic air-brushed paintings one each side. On the left was a young man, so young as to be called a boy perhaps, his hair so blonde as to be nearly white, and his skin a translucent silky white. His high-heeled slippers, stockings and suspenders were black, as was his tight thong, the near-transparant panel at the crotch revealing rather than hiding an erect penis. His pose seemed to be one of invitation. The other painting, full-length as well, was of a black-skinned boy with shaven head and oiled body. His lingerie shoes and stockings were so white as to suggest ultra-violet light, and again his matching panties hid nothing of the shape of his hard little penis. 

There was little furniture and no clutter. A large, polished-gleaming table was laid for dinner for four, there were several long-low couches and chairs, a scattering of rugs and cushions, and acres of polished wood flooring. At the end opposite the table, in front of the view over the marina, was a marble statue on a low black plinth. Samantha walked over to it and was about to stroke the smoothness when she stopped, wondering if that was allowed.

'Michaelangelo's David, my sweet. Or rather a nineteenth century copy of it, but a good one. It's lovely, isn't it? And it's all right to touch it: everyone who sees it wants to.'

She stroked the smooth buttocks of the enticing boy, and then cupped his balls in her hand, so small and cold! The face and the pose were inviting sex, she thought. Uncle Mrry held her shoulders a moment and then hugged her, his tongue entering her mouth. She was aware of her cock pressing against him, and his cock against her. She sought his mouth out with her tongue, and as he pulled her into him she herself had her hands on his bottom feeling strong muscles there.....

She felt him fingering the button at the top of her dress, and then heard the zip as he pulled it down. The dress fell to her feet in a pool of red and white checked gingham. If the dress was little-girl innocent there was nothing juvenile about her lingerie. She had changed from the stage gear he had seen ealier and was now wearing a lingerie set in gold satin with cream-white trim, lace on the bra and across the top of the panties, with a little white bow at the front of them. The bra was tight to her nipples (she had spent an hour on the sewing machine the night before reducing the cup size to zero!). Her stockings were a sedate tan, but glossy, and she had sensible court shoes (he would later ask her to wear high heels for him next time she visited).

They kissed again, and he carried her easily over to one of the low sofas. She sitting there, he standing in front, he pushed his crotch close to her face and she knew at once what he wanted. Wanted first, she thought! One hand round his back, feeling the muscles of his butt, the other stroking his cock outlined through the cotton of his light grey slacks, she nuzzed his crotch. There was that masculine odour with its undertone of male urine that she experienced for the first time that moment, but was soon to know so well, and grow to love! She felt his hands on her head, fingers sliding through her shining hair, and for the first time realised the effect shoulder-length blonde hair could have on a guy as she felt his cock twitch beneath her cheek. She felt for his zip, but found his flies were buttoned with white metal studs. One by one she undid them, savouring the moment, making herself and him wait for the pleasure of his nakedness. He wore tight, white boxer pants in soft cotton, but these too were buttoned at the front. The outline of his erect prick was very clear under them and she took it, cotton and all, sideways between her lips, biting on it gently as one sucks a slice of melon. 

He groaned. 'Please, honey! Oh, please.'

She felt that moment of power over the male, so much bigger and stronger than her, yet so maleable in her hands, so pliable and willing. This was the feeling she came to love, and as much as the sexual pleasure she felt, and the promise of wads of money, it was this control and the gratitude of powerful men that drove her sex-drive through her later life as it does many girls who live by the sex-trade.

She undid the solitary button at the front of his boxers and slipped her hand inside to grasp the warm flesh. Another groan from the teacher, and his hands tightenening on her head, pushing her face into his crotch.

'Please, Samantha....'

She hooked his cock with her fingers and it stood cantilevered out from his clothes. Both herself and Davina had been circumcised so this was the first uncut cock she had seen close-up (apart from the ones shown by wanking customers at LadyBoyz, seen only at arms' length as it were). She was fascinated as she handled it rubbing it gently, and was about to ask whether the skin would roll back to show the knob she was used to in her own and her best friend's, when the foreskin slipped down under her hand. The knob looked so pink and tender she just had to kiss it, and once her lips were on it, she wanted it in her mouth.

Another groan and his hips bucking forward to force the full length down her throat.

He was not much longer, in fact, than Davina and she did not gag, but he was certainly broader and it forced her jaws wide apart. She let it rest deep in her mouth while she fluttered her tongue up and down it, grasping his buttocks in both hands now.

Meredith realised he would come if this went on much longer, and he pulled away, at the same time pulling his shirt off over his head. Samantha was astounded at the hairiness of his chest and shoulders, masses of short, curly black hair, and he was surprisingly muscular, with properly developed pecs, biceps and shoulders. 'Who would have thought he was so strong, and him a teacher,' she thought to herself as he bent to remove his socks. Now he was undoing his belt and he pulled his slacks and underpants down together to stand naked close in front of her. She wanted to touch him, to feel his hard little bum, to stroke his muscular, hairy thighs, and she reached out for him. But he thwarted her, sitting beside her and putting and arm around her naked shoulder, pulling her round to face him, and kissing her. His cock stood from his lap as if it had a life of its own, a drop of precum in its eye.

'I want your cute little arse, Samantha. I want your bum...'

'I'd like that, Uncle Merry. But please use a condom, and plenty of lube: I've never had one as big as this before.' She was holding his cock, and feeling it twitch, knowing he was so hard there would be no difficulty in penetrating her tight little anus. Her own was hard as well, but he seemed to be more interested in stroking her thighs and the part of her bottom he could reach, than handling her prick.

The condoms and lubes were kept in a drawer in the low coffee table, and she watched as he stood with his cock waving in the air; then he bent to open the drawer and remove a packet. As he did this and she could see him clearly she found herself thinking that his hard bum was really quite sexy, different from the smooth and much more rounded arse she was used to in Davina, but sexy all the same. She thought she could enjoy fucking that too, and surprised herself with the realisation. But now he was rolling the rubber down his cock and squirting lube on the knob, spreading it so the prick gleamed in the dimmed light.

'Kneel on the sofa, sweetie!'

Meredith looked down at the kneeling boy-girl and felt a moment of tenderness as she looked so slender, even frail with her rounded, un-muscular arms and slim buttocks. He ran his hands down her back and slipped a finger under her bra strap. She must be the youngest he had ever had: his cock twitched in anticipation.

'How old are you, Samantha.'

'Just fourteen, Uncle.'

Fourteen, not a child any more but not an adult. Lovely! And such silky skin! He parted her buttocks, one palm on each cheek: her anus was covered by the thin gold of her thong, only half man inch wide but separating the white melons and hiding her secret rose. He pulled the strap to one side, holding it away from her crease, anchored under one of his hands. Her anus was as delicate and pretty as the rest of her, pink and smooth, tight-looking. Fuck! He wanted this! He knelt a moment and kissed her there. She felt the harshnness of the stubble on his cheeks and wriggled her bottom provocatively. He pointed his tongue and penetrated her, and was rewarded by another sensuous movement of her hips and bum. His cock would wait no longer! He spat into her crease and spread the saliva before getting to his feet and standing behind her again. He raised her bum an inch till it was just right and placed his oily knob against her anus.

He pushed slightly.

'Oh! That's nice!'

He pushed harder and felt his knob penetrate and her body tense as she gripped it: then she relaxed and he pushed home till the whole shaft was up her and his hairy thighs rested against her smooth bottom.

'OK?'

'Lovely! Do me, Uncle. I really want it.'

Slowly out and then back in with a short, jabbing movement, hearing her gasp as his thighs smacked her. Out slow, and in fast, again and again. She was wriggling her bum now, panting and telling him how good he was and how she was enjoying it. It took all his self-control to delay his orgasm to get the maximum pleasure. He felt underneath her and found her cock hard and poking out above her panties. He grasped it and at that instant found he could stop himself no more, and he came the first gush deep inside her, slowly out, then in again and again for the second and third.

He collapsed on top of her, feeling his cock twitching from time to time as it still oozed and her anus gripped it. She giggled. 'That was nice Uncle. I bet you came buckets!'

The condom was messy.... he must show her how to douche next time! He passed the pack of tissues (from the condoms and lube drawer) and she wiped herself before sitting again on the sofa.

'Time for you to cum now, little darling. I'll suck you off. I love that too. I want to swallow your cum.'

Her cock was still standing, the knob peeping out over the top of her panties pink aganist the gold satin and cream lace, the whiteness of her belly. He pulled them down and she raised her hips so he could slide them all the way and off over her ankles.  Now he knelt in front of her and she opened her legs for him. Her ankles and feet were so fine and delicate that he held one in his hands for a moment and pressed it against his cock. Now he ran his hands, both of them, up one of her stockinged legs as far as the stocking tops. He pressed his cheek to the glossy thigh, and felt the skin between stockings and crotch. It was so silky he just had to kiss it, rub his cheek against it, kiss it again, and lick there. still the little-boy cock stood for him, touching his face as he enjoyed the softness of the inner thighs. 

The time had come, and he nuzzled her naked balls and cock. The balls were still those of a child with just the lightest of fuzz as a promise of adult-hood to come. Within a few months Samantha would either have to forego this lovely nakedness or start to wax away the hair. But it would have been a crime to shave this pretty little triangle of tight golden curls. He ran his fingers through the hair. her cock was slender, like everything about her, but long for a fourteen-year-old, white, straight, and with a pretty pink helmet. It was not often you found a cut cock nowadays, unlike Meredith's own youth, and this was a special treat. The ladyboy sighed as he closed his lips around her knob.

Teasing her he let the cock slip from his lips and instead kissed her balls, tight in the nearly hairless sack. She moaned as he took one into his mouth, sucking gently, and then pulled at the skin with his teeth.

'Please, Uncle, suck me. I'm so horny already!'

How he loved sucking cock. This little piece of heaven was worth every penny of the money she was charging. Her cock slipped into his mouth and down past his palate. Experienced, he did not gag, but sucked, bobbing up and down as the cock slid in and out. He felt her hands on his head, guiding and controlling the rhythm and speed. He fluttered his tongue on the front of her shaft as he sucked, and tasted pre-cum. It would not be long now, as her hips were moving slightly and thrusting into his mouth. He felt her hands clench his hair and then tasted and felt the spurt of cum into his grateful mouth.

She left her cock in his mouth for long minutes while it twitched and moved, but finally pulled away.

'Well, Uncle, that was lovely....'

Five twenties were counted out and she dressed again. 

'Would you help me open a Bank Account please, Uncle Merry?'

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Davina had taken longer than her friend to dress as she had decided to wear a basque for her lover of the night and had to wait for the girls to help her by lacing it really tight. She had kissed Samantha goodnight and wished her good luck before checking her make-up, brushing her hair, applying a dab of perfume, saying goodbye to Donna and Bella and going down to the carpark.

It was a big, black Mercedes driven by a chauffeur in cap and uniform. Carlos Harman was waiting by it, and he opened the door for her, not the chauffeur, shut it behind her, and joined her on the back seat.

'Straight home, please, Gunther.'

As the car purred into life she felt his hand on her stockinged thigh.

'Kiss me, honey.'

Embracing was good and she could feel hard muscle beneath the light summer suit: his hand rested on her stockinged thigh but did not venture further towards stocking-tops and pantied crotch, so she did not feel for his cock either, much as she would have liked to.

The high wrought iron gates opened automatically as the car edged towards them, and the drive seemed about a quarter of a mile up to a graceful, not over-large house. She guessed it was eighteeth century. Again he opened the door for her, and the wide front door at the head of marble steps opened with the press of his palm against a panel.

'Old house, modern systems.'

Clearly there was a lot of money in porn! Clearly the £500 fee for the night would be chicken-feed for this guy!

Inside the hall was warm and he took her little fake-fur coat, hanging it beside his jacket. She had put a new silver satin robe over her basque,

'That's a lovely dress, Davina.' 

'It's new. I haven't worn it in the show or outside before tonight.'

'It's really sexy, sweetie.'

'You think so?' She pirouetted on her silver high heels and finished one leg bent behind her in the classic cheesecake pose.

'Jesus! I want you, sweetie. Come here.'

She did not move, but instead beckoned him, smiling. They embraced again, and this time he was feeling her buttocks, and she could feel his cock hard against her. He lifted her up and took the few steps to a door, which he opened by kicking it. Through the room, which was furnished in a heavy velvet and gold decor and furniture, another door kicked, and they were in a bedroom. He stood her by the bed, and skillfully undid the catch and the zip on her dress, which fell to her feet in a pool of silver. Her basque was black satin with scarlet trimming, and black satin panties with a clear see-thru nylon panel at the front. He was already undoing his shirt buttons and pulling at his bow tie when she knelt in front of him, placed her arms around him, hands  on his buttocks, and nuzzled his erection through the grey silk of his suit.

He was glad she semed to be wearing non-smudge lipstick and not much make-up!

She fumbled for the zip and found that there were buttons instead; small fingers popped the buttons and reached inside. His underwear was white silk, and she could feel his cock warm and hard beneath the cloth. She got her hand round the side and grasped it, pulling it clear so it stood proud of his flies. She was surprised he was not so much bigger than Samantha, and not as big as many she had seen at the club as the clients wanked, watching the show. He groaned as she closed her lips round the knob, still shielded by foreskin, and allowed the shaft to slip through her lips and into her mouth. He was fumbling at the belt buckle, but she stopped sucking for a second to say, 'No. Let me,' and as she agian sucked she undid th belt and allowed his trousers to fall to the floor. Now the underpants, sliding down black-hairy thighs to lay round his ankles. he had lovely hard, muscular buttocks and she grasped them as she bobbed up and down on his cock.

He looked down at her blonde hair and smooth, slender shoulders, and knew he had to stop her if he was not to come. He pulled away.

'I want your sweet arse, darling. Oh yes!'

Davina pulled her thong down and off and knelt on the bed: more than anything she wanted to be fucked by this handsome, quiet-spoken yet so-masculine guy. She watched as he rolled a condom over his springy penis.

'I nearly forgot. Swallow one of these.' He popped one into his own mouth and held one one to her in his palm.

She took it and read the name stamped on it. 'Viagra? I doubt I need one of these.' She laughed, and indeed her cock was just as hard as his.

'May be a long evening, I hope, sweetie. Swallow it!'

He was spreading lube on his cock as she knelt again. He looked down at her and his cock twitched in anticipation. He spread the cheeks of her bottom to reveal her pretty little anus: so pretty he just had to lean over and plant a wet kiss on it. She giggled and wriggled her bum. His fingers spreading some lube across and into her arsehole felt sooo sexy!

'Kneel right up against the edge. Yes! Like that. Now I can fuck you while I stand.'

'I've never done it like this... and never with a grown man....'

'I'll be gentle...'

She felt strong hands part her buttocks: there was no pain as his cock entered her and slid right up until she could feel his hairy thighs against her smooth bottom.

'OK?'

'It's nice. Shag me! Do me! It feels good.'

Slowly at first he slid his cock in and out, feeling her still-boyish buttocks with caressing hands. He reached under her and found her cock still hard: good. She was enjoying this too, which just increased his pleasure. Faster now.

She groaned. 'That's good. As hard and fast as you want. Really fuck me!'

He took her at her word and his thighs crashed into her, balls swinging and hands all over her shoulders and bum. This could not last long, and it didn't, as he came with three great thrusts deep into her. then the slowing pace as his orgasm died away to nothing. 

She looked round and he was standing there, cock still half-hard, the condom full of his cum. He pulled it off with a snapping sound and threw it into the bin by the bedhead, before wiping his cock with a tissue. He passed her some tissues and she cleaned herself. Not much mess.

'You didn't come?'

'I nearly did! It was lovely!'

'Plenty of time for that. I'm hungry. Let's have some smoked salmon sandwiches, eh?'

'I had a good lunch but nothing this evening so that would be nice.'

She lay on the bed and watched as he walked over to a sidetable and picked up a small phone. He had a real sexy body, she thought, and even more so from behind, with his broad shoulders and narrow hips. And so much black hair all over. A real gorilla. He must trim the hair round his cock and balls, she thought, as it was shorter there.

He lay back on the bed with her, kissed her, and was playing with her nipples, hands down the front of her basque, when Gunther came in carrying a tray.

'Open the bottle, Gunther, and join us if you feel like it.'

'Thank you, sir.'

Davina was too excited to be very hungry or thirsty, but she watched the two adults finish the sandwiches and a couple of glasses of wine each. They ate in silence. Gunther really was very handsome, tall, broad shouldered and with those piercing blue eyes that go with real ash-blonde hair. He stood up, as if to collect the tray and leave, but Carlos Harman stood as well and grabbed the blonde by his hips, turned him round, and kissed him on the back of his neck. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off his pecs, and loose track-suit bottoms in a grey, soft fabric. They were held up by strings and Carlos pulled at the bow, undoing it, so they fell to Gunther's feet. Gunther laughed and said something in German, to which Carlos replied in the same language, laughing, while he bent Gunther forward, hands on knees.

Davina thought he looked doubly exciting showing his strong thighs and tiny, hard buttocks, and her prick hardened as she watched naked Carlos spit on his hand, wipe it on his cock, and press hard against the proferred arse. Gunther groaned as the prick penetrated.

Davina felt a bit left out of it, but moved closer so she could stroke their arses as they fucked, especially the smooth and muscular German: she was stroking her own cock now!

'Stick it in his mouth, Davina. He loves to be spit-roasted.'

'Ja. Please!'

Gunther had the benefit of all the stimulation short of orgasm that Davina had enjoyed earlier and he was gripping those young butt-cheeks as her little-boy cock fucked his face.in the same rhythm as the cock in his arse, holding his head in her hands and feeling the fine blonde hair between his fingers. She had been really worked up earlier, so it did not take her long to come, filling his mouth with spunk. With her cock still in his mouth he gave a muffled cry, and Davina realised he ws coming too. She managed to reach down and grasp his cock, her hands bathed in warm cum.

Carlos pulled his cock out, and wiped it on the napkin that the sandwiches had been laid on. Gunther used the same cloth to wipe the cum from his cock and to clean his arse.

He pulled his track suit up again and tied the strings.

'Thank you, sir.'

'That will be all for this evening Gunther.'

As the servant left Davina asked, 'You did him without a condom?'

'We fuck each other bareback, but have an agreement always to use a condom with anyone else.'

'It's the same with Samantha and me.'

'Good girl!'

'He's very handsome. I wish he had taken his shirt off too. I'd like to have seen him naked with that great bod.'

'I think I've got a home-vid of him.'

He went to a side-cupboard, sorted a few discs, found what he wanted, and slotted it in a dvd player before going back to the couch and putting his arm around Davina again. She nestled her head into his strong shoulder and settled down to watch.

He fast-forwarded the start of the disc and Davina watched an enthralling display of naked or near naked guys flash by, some embracing, some sucking, some fucking, in twos and groups, some even in bondage. she picked out two of the club girls, Martina and Donna, Martina in a black basque and Donna in nothing but a dazzling white suspender belt, white stockings and high heels.

'Ah, this is the bit we want.' He slowed the film to normal pace, and there was Gunther, now embracing Donna, and swaying together to the music. You could hardly call it dancing as their feet were not moving: Donna's hands were though! She had one strong, tiny buttock in each hand and was squeezing and caressing, while Gunther was draped over her. He whispered something inaudible in her ear and she nodded, laughing. Davina could guess what had been said as the two of them went over to the couch (the very same one she was now sitting on, she realised). 

As they parted for a moment, Davina could see that Gunther was not really naked, as he had a black leather harness which, however, did not hide his hard cock, and if anything enhanced the rugged strength of his handsome body. He lay down on the couch opened his legs and bent them back nearly over his head: his naked anus was clear in the cameraman's close-up, as was Donna's black cock with its purple helmet as she rubbed it against his arsehole. Another hand, white, rolled a condom over her cock, applied lube to it and his bottom crack, and she lay on top of him. From his face it was obvious she had slid her cock easily into him, and he groaned his pleasure as he anchored his golden-hairy thighs round her ebony neck.

As Donna fucked him the cameraman managed to find some angles that showed her cock thrusting in and out, but mostly he showed her face, his face, and above all her breasts, small, firm, pert, shapely, and with dark nipples erect and straining outwards.

Davina felt her cock stiffening again and nestled still closer to her lover-of-the night: she was not sure whether it was the handsome German or the sexy Afro who was making her horny again. Perhaps both. Carlos grasped her cock for a moment, acknowledging her renewed passion.

'You see, he really is handsome!'

'And Donna has lovely tits. I'd not seen her tits before as she usually wears a basque for the show.' As she shagged the moaning guy a bead of perspiration appeared on her lip, and another in her cleavage. Her arse, framed by the dazzling white suspender straps, thrust in rhythm with the music. 'Fantastic breasts, so feminine.'

'You could have breasts like that, you know, Davina.' His hand slipped down inside the cup of her basque and he rolled a hard little nipple between finger and thumb.'

'I'd like that, Carlos, but how?'

'Oh, there's doctors who can supply the drugs... you'll have to ask Donna. What do you think of the party on the dvd?'

'It looks real fun!'

'I have one every few months. A lot of the guys are buddies, but some of the young lads are paid, and Donna and Tina of course, though they would probably do it for free!'

'I shouldn't think so: they're working girls.'

He laughed. I know, and don't worry. Next one I'll ask you and Samantha, and it'll be much better than your usual pay! Now, let's have a shower and go to bed.'

The shower was fun as they soaped each other down and had a bit of a suck, without coming, but enough to make Carlos interested again.

Laying across the bed was a beautiful black nightie, part satin and part see-through nylon. Davina picked it up and clasped it to her beast, admiring herself in a long mirror (there were lots of mirrors in this bedroom!). She checked the label: it was a good one, designer, expensive. She slipped into it, while Carlos lay on the bed watching.

'I have to brush my hair!'

He lay on the bed stroking his cock as he watched her in her lovely nightie, brushing her blonde hair till it shone. She had removed the little make-up she wore, but the lipstick had stayed put. She was now half-boy, half-girl, and all sexy, he thought.'

'Come here!' His voice was so deep as to be nearly a growl.

'My turn now! I'll ride you.' She laughed. 'It's all right, not like Donna fucked Gunther. You can have my arse but I'll be on top.'

That night she saw why he had wanted them both to take viagra!

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It was about three weeks later that Donna joined the family for their Sunday dinner together. The family had dressed up for the occasion, the two ladyboys in matching boob-tubes, Davina in gold satin, Samantha in silver (neither had any boobs though!), while their mothers had both opted for very short skirts over basques, silver and gold matching exactly their own "daughters'" dress. Donna was devastating in a very light and flimsy lawn dress, off the shoulder, and only to mid-calf. It was obvious she had no bra (you could see the nipple tips through the fabric), and it only went down to mid calf. Her bare shoulders and legs contrasted dark brown and silky against the billowy faric.

It was towards the end of the dinner that Davina came to the point:

'Samantha and I would like to have breasts like Donna, Mumsy.' 

'I'd like to have breasts like Donna!' Fiona laughed.

'But you've a lovely figure, Mrs McAllister.'

'That's nice of you, Donna. But you've got a twenty year advantage over me. And you must call me Fiona, or I'll feel even older.'

'I mean it, Fiona. I'm sure your breasts are as firm and shapely as they were when you were seventeen.'

'And you're only sixteen, eh, Donna?'

'Just sixteen.'

'Her breasts are beautiful, Mumsy. Show her, Donna, please, please. Mumsy, I want to look like that. Really feminine.'

The white shift slipped easily down over her shoulders and her breasts stood naked and proud, firm, conical, and without the slightest sag at the bottom. All four were silent in admiration. Donna made as if to lift the dress back over them.

'Oh, no, Donna. They are too nice to hide.' That was Davina's mother, Moira, who could feel her clit really awake, stiffened by the sight of teenage breasts. 'But you must have had surgery'

'All my own, with the help of a friendly doctor.'

Davina burst in, excited, 'The Doctor's an American, Mummy, but he practises over here. He knows his job. He's a senior guy at the teaching hospital.'

'Expensive?'

'Free. At least he did not want any money. There's a few things he asked me to do for him each visit, but I didn't mind that as he's a nice guy and very good looking!'

'I can guess what he wanted.' Both mothers laughed; hang-ups about sex they had none at all!

Please, Mumsy. He would want you to say you agree or he would not help.'

'Please, Mummy.'

The two women shrugged at each other. 'No surgery?'

'None. Pills and a few injections. Nothing much. It's certainly worth it.' Donna stroked her tits and pushed them out even further.'And I can still "get it up" as they say.'

'What about school? I mean showers, gym, and the other boys and girls?'

'We've already talked with Mr Meredith, and he says it's perfectly ok for us to be "educated at home". The law says we can if you just tell the school in writing. An inspector contacts you once, but they never come into the house, and never check up on anything. We don't even need teachers if you don't want them. Davina and me, we don't think we'll need exams. We're going to be actresses and dancers! Please. Pretty please! We'd be able to work at the club full shifts and get much more pay.'

'Romero pays me more than the others because I'm more feminine: a bigger draw with the married bis! They like something to hang onto!'

All five laughed.

Again the two shrugs. 'If that's what you really want, why not? You go ahead and sort it out'

'Oh thanks. Thanks. Thanks.' The two ladyboys kissed their mothers and hugged them. A vista of pleasure and excitement had opened up.

'Donna, I hope you're not in a hurry. We usually go to bed after dinner Sundays, and it would be great if you could join us.'

'I'd love that Mrs Mc....., Fiona, I mean.'

'And instead of separate rooms for the girls and for us, lets celebrate all in bed together.'

Eyes lit up at that prospect....

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Carlos Harman could have used the scene in one of his porn movies!

There was not much room on the double bed, but they had divided themselves in two groups. Mother and daughter in their silver lingerie (mother in basque and stockings, daughter in suspender belt and stockings), were busying themselves with Donna (naked except for dazzling white split-crotch panties). The other mother and daughter, in gold lingerie (basque again, and suspender belt) were cuddling beside them.

As they kissed and cuddled, Moira and Davina watched the fun and games of the trio: Fiona was sucking Donna's cock, her own crotch pressed against the ladyboy's cheek. Donna liked pussy. (She did not get much chance to play with a real girl but there were a few customers at the club who took pleasure in watching their wives fucked and sucked by a pretty transexual, so she was not without experience). As  Fiona sucked on that springy, rock-hard penis with its lovely purple-black helmet, she opened the cunt-lips with her thumb and forefinger and buried her face into the welcoming pussy-crack. Samantha was sometimes kissing and sucking at her mother's tits (she had unlaced the front of the basque), sometimes kissing her on the mouth, and always surprising herself at how sexy a female body was for her, even her mother's. Perhaps especially her mother's! She could see her mother's cunt lips and clitoris opening and swelling, and becoming shiny with the juices of her passion as that teasing tongue slipped up and down the crack, making figure-of eights around the erect little pearl of the clit. Her mother swore aloud with pleasure as Donna took the clit between her lips, nibbled it, and pulled at it.

Donna caught Samantha's eye, and motioned her to join in. Tentatively, she kissed the open pussy, liked what she found, and started to lick at it. She felt her mother's mouth warm and wet on her cock, and re-doubled her licking and sucking.    

Moira and Davina were kissing and cuddling, and Davina was wondering what it would be like to suck a hot pussy. She could feel her mother's breasts firm against her body as they embraced and just knew it would be good to be sucked like her friend. As for Moira she was only too aware of the feel of her "daughter's" hard cock pressed against her as they writhed and wriggled together, mouth on mouth. She rolled over until she was on top of the lady-boy, and by opening her legs was immediately astride: the cock pressed against her pussy. It would be so easy to..... Lord how she wanted it! Her cunt had almost forgotten what it was like to feel a cock in it. Sod it! She would! She reached between them and grasped her "daughter's" cock, held it vertical, and lowered herself onto it. Davina felt for the first time the heat and wetness of a vigorous cunt, seeming to hold and clutch at her cock. 

For Moira, she immediately remembered the feeling from those years before, so different from the coldness of her lover's strap-on. She raised herself and then with a sigh sank down again on it. And now they were fucking, in breach of every taboo, but wholly delightful.

'Look, Mummy! They're fucking! Let's.....'

Fiona needed no second prompt and was immediately astride Samantha and plunging a willing little cock into her cunt. Donna giggled: this was kinky beyond hope and expectation. She caressed that rounded and feminine buttocks as they pumped away. The woman's anus twinkled into view every time she rose up, and disappeared every time she thrust down, and it was very tempting to Donna who, of course, was something of an expert in anal sex games. She stood over them as they fucked, and greased up first that pretty, dimpled anus, and then her own hard, black cock. She arranged herself so her knob rubbed against the crease as they fucked, and chose her moment to shove and penetrate.

Fiona shrieked, but did not stop fucking. Double-plugged, anus and cunt, and Samantha's hand on her tits, sex had not been this good!

'Look at that, mumsy. She's having both of them.'

'Lucky girl! Now roll over on top of me and give me a real fucking! Don't let it slip out. Oh yes, Like that!'

It didn't take long for the ladyboys to come, and double-plugged Fiona was the lucky one to come with a huge, rolling orgasm and Donna and Samantha squirted their spunk into her at the same time, as her cunt and anus gripped their cocks. Moira was less lucky, as her "daughter" came just a bit too soon for her. She would make up for it later.

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Donna agreed to stay overnight, and our happy family decided that each mother and daughter pair would sleep together this once....though there was not much sleeping! Donna joined Moira and Davina, and soon made up for Moira's disappointment.

'The Family That Lays Together Stays Together! lol.

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