Paradise Island by (c) Joyce Hamilton  ff mm mf Ff Mm inc.
In addition to all this, there are incidental episodes  of tg humil Mdom bd 


                    Manchester Airport : Friday June 24th

The middle-aged blonde was sitting on a red bench with two charming 
teenagers. Her mobile phone rang.

'Hello....I can't hear you. Wait a minute, I'll move over to the window. Stay 
here children.'

She was in conversation for , say , five minutes, when she returned to the two 
waiting teenagers. 'Bad news, and good news.' She had a fierce Dutch accent. 
'That was your father, the Earl.  Apparantly your colonie de vacances is 
closed. They've had an outbreak of legionaire's disease. In fact it's very lucky 
we weren't there yet. Well that's the bad news. The good news is that your 
father has managed to get you places at a much nicer summer camp. In the 
tropics, would you believe it. A beach place, called Paradise Island. We're to 
spend the night at a hotel near here, and the tickets, and brochures will arrive 
by courier, perhaps this afternoon' perhaps tomorrow morning.'

'Sounds  fun. Rather, Miss Van Donke. Rather!'


             Westcot Manor,  Hotel Room 32 : 9pm Friday June 24th

'The tickets have come. No brochures, but a video instead. I'll put it on in a 
minute, but I'm afraid we're stuck here for two nights. Our luggage went to 
France without us, and it'll take till then to bring it back. Now take these 
vitamin pills...I'll have one myself as well, and then I'll put the video on.' The 
pills were bright blue.' Now you sit there, Emma, and you there, Giles, and I'll 
sit the other side of Emma to work the video.'

The film started with a four-masted schooner arriving in a small tropical port. 
Under a clear blue sky the vessel docked, a dozen or so negroes in blue cotton 
trousers looking after the shore end of the operation. On deck a group, mixed 
race, of excited tourists. Some of them middle-aged, some teenagers. On shore 
a steel band struck up, and the men who had helped the docking were dancing. 
Some of their partners were bare-breasted. All were beautiful, and all were 
animated. A group of teenage tourists landed, down a ladder, and immediately 
joined in, dancing with the locals.

Whether by accident or design, the camera, following the whirling and jigging 
bodies, white and brown, tended to rest a moment or two on bare black breasts 
or tight white bottoms, and if these were mostly female bottoms, I guess that 
just reflected the interests of the cameraman. Giles stretched his legs 
luxuriously, as did Emma immediately after, and Miss Van Donke a second 
later. Her arm stretched out behind Emma, and over her shoulder. Giles moved 
his butt till his thigh rested hard against his sister's, and doubtless would have 
had his arm round her neck if he dared.  

Emma began to feel a tingling between her legs, and she squirmed. Giles 
crossed his legs, and hoped his hard-on wasn't too obvious. Their chaperone 
was in ecstacy as she watched her two charges getting fired up, the result of 
the 'vitamins' as well as the video. More was to come!

Calypso music continued on the soundtrack as the camera panned from the 
tiny port along  the beach to what looked like a leisure complex. Set in lush 
green lawns, with flowering shrubs and palms, groups of palm-thatched 
chalets. A white marble statue of a two boys and two girls embracing, and an 
arch inscribed 'Mind and Body'. The music faded and was replaced by 
laughing voices as the camera panned down the beach again. A dozen or so 
boys and girls were playing beach volley ball. White bodies were tanned 
almost as brown as the three blacks among them. Most were completely 
naked, and again the camera homed in on breasts and bottoms, and also this 
time cocks, jiggling about with the exercise. One boy was wearing white lacy 
panties , and the camera picked on this.

'I say! Look! He's got girl's knickers on!'

'I expect he likes that, Giles,' said Miss Van Donke.

'He looks as if he does!'

'You're a naughty boy!' Miss Van Donke laughed, and reaching across Emma 
, rapped at his hard cock, scarcely hidden under his jeans.

Now the camera moves to the lawns, where a couple are lying in the shade of a 
great palm tree. She is reading a magazine, and he has a Walkman. A 
commentary begins. 'Usually there are twenty four students at The Centre for 
Human Development. Students are allowed to form full relationships , 
expressing all aspects of their personalities. The only rules are nobody is 
permitted to pressure another person, nor unreasonably deny them. We have 
no social or sexual prejudices.'

The girl leaned over and kissed the boy, on his lips. Her hand felt down and 
cradled the limp
 cock.

'Again? I don't think....'

'My butt then.' She licked down his bronzed body, circled his belly button 
with her tongue, and then took his whole cock in her mouth. 'My butt, you 
lucky boy. Yes, I thought that'd get you going again!' She laughed and knelt, 
spreading lovely bottom cheeks with both hands.

Emma gasped. 'He's put it in her bottom. I didn't know...Surely you can't...'

'Oh yes you can!' Giles burst out, with the certainty of experience. He , 
without thinking this time, so enthralled was he with the images, slipped his 
hand behind his sister, and let it rest between her and the woman's thighs. He 
felt her squirming as she watched.

Miss Van Donke looked at his face rather than the film....which she knew very 
well indeed, and was interested by the certainty in his voice. Well, some young 
lad had been showing him how!

There were close ups of his hands manipulating her clit, of his hands on her 
brown breasts, of her face as she came, of his face as he came. Finally they 
collapsed in a heap, her bum nestling into his crotch. When another couple 
came along!

The girl spoke. 'Well, looks as if we're just too late Piers.'

I don't know. I could fancy that bottom, Julia.' He knelt and fondled the male 
arse, while Julia pulled the girl off, and kissed her

'Oh no! I couldn't!' This from the boy. But the girl was now reciprocating, and 
the two girls were caressing, fondling and kissing as their legs intertwined. 
Emma concentrated as she saw them rubbing clits together. Tongues and 
hands she knew, but she'd never done it this way. She was so hot she was 
suddenly afraid she'd wet through her knickers and skirt. She wriggled against 
her brother's hand, and felt it knead the flesh of her hip. Miss Van Donke was 
pressing against her,too. She felt the two warm bodies crushing into her, and 
longed for relief.

'Suck me, even if you can't get it up yet. Come on '

The boy they'd watched bum-fucking, now took the lad's splendidly erect 
cock in his mouth.

Disappointingly, the film now switched to a classroom, where a bearded 
teacher, wearing torn off jeans and nothing else, was taking a class. It seemed 
to be in mathematics. Many of the the class were naked, or partly so. The 
commentary continued. 'There are four hours of classes a day. Like everything 
else, these are voluntary, but most of the students attend most of them.'

'And now the living arrangements. Meals, three a day, are taken in the 
Refectory (film of  a largish cafe-type room). Students live in the chalets. Each 
chalet has three separate bedrooms.' (Film of typical bedsit, double bed, 
computer, tv , hi-fi etc),' but also a communal room.' The film showed, again 
a tv, table, chairs, and , strangely, a really huge double bed. 'You may be 
wondering about the bed. Each study has it's own bed, but often the groups of 
three who share a chalet wish to sleep all together, or even to have some other 
friends in for the night. I would guess that the huge bed is used more than the 
doubles!'

'The foundation is financed wholly by the generosity of its benefactors. These, 
wealthy but philanthropic men and women, are often guests on the island, and 
the students, of their own free-will, often show their gratitude in the most 
practical and delightful ways.'

'This is Monsieur Albert, a Belgian benefactor.' The film showed a tubby, 
balding, but jolly-looking, middle-aged man sitting in a plush armchair under a 
palm-tree. Perhaps the same tree as earlier. He was watching the students 
playing on the beach, and idly rubbing his wedge-like cock. Two children 
broke away from the group and ran over to him. The girl leaped onto him, and 
clambered up  him until she was sitting on his face, her slit glued to his mouth. 
She must have shaved or depiliated it, as she was hairless. Her hard little bum 
gyrated as she sought the stimulus of his tongue and lips. The boy had knelt 
between his splayed legs, and was sucking at the cock, while wanking his own 
with a free hand. He accepted the load in his mouth, and ran back laughing, his 
own hard cock waving about as he ran. With a laugh, the girl, too slipped 
lightly off the sprawling M Albert, and ran back to the game.

The film continued with films of evening barbecues and parties, swimming in 
the sea, scuba-diving, sailing and fishing, the bars in the little port. And then it 
was over.


              New Scotland Yard, Room 1009: Friday June 24th 11a.m. 

 'I wish you'd give me just a little bit, darling.'

'Not till we're married. You know what I think about that. And call me 
Sergeant Smith when we're at work.'

'Oh! I love it when you're dominating, .....Sergeant Smith.'

'Cut it out, Sergeant  Wallace. I've got work to do, and in any case I don't go 
with all that shit. Why we're engaged, I sometimes wonder. Bugger! ' A 
buzzer had just gone off. 'That's mine.'
 
     New Scotland Yard, Room 1010 : Friday June 24th 11:05a.m.                                          
'Sergeant Smith, the Chief has decided to reorganise us. The upshot is that 
instaed of having two officers reporting to me , I'm only to have one. That's 
the bad news. The good news is that instead of two sergeants, we're to have 
one inspector.... Sit down, please.'

She sat down on the upright chair facing his desk, and as she sat he stood up 
and paced around behind her. She was careful to show some of her long legs, 
which she knew uniform 
black stockings showed off to advantage. A girl had to use all her weapons to 
get on in this man's world.

'To be honest, both you and Wallace are qualified for the new job, but of 
course only one can get it. It's in my reccommendation, I might add.' He 
paused, and she stretched her lags a little more allowing her skirt to ride up a 
bit. 'You're engaged to Wallace, aren't you?'

'Yes, sir. But I may well reconsider that!'

'I take your point. May I call you Gwen, at least when we're alone?' As he 
spoke he lightly touched the back of her neck, under her short blonde hair.

'Of course, sir.'

'And I'd like you to call me Henry.' As he spoke he reached down over her 
shoulder and fondled a breast, through the stiff white cotton of her uniform 
blouse. 'Are there any things I don't know that might influence my choice, 
Gwen? It really is quite difficult!'

She got up and , unbuttoning her blouse, let it fall over her hips.Without 
undoing her bra, she slipped that down too, to show a splendid pair of sun-
tanned tits. 'I think I can help you decide, Henry.'She kicked off her shoes, and 
let her black uniform skirt drop to the floor. 'Now you, Henry, your trousers. I 
bet there something good in there! I thought so.' She felt inside his 
conventional white underpants, as as she grasped his cock felt it grow. 

She knelt on her chair, and as he leaned on his desk  she wanked him, under 
his pants, while tonguing his belly button, and feeling the cheeks of his arse. 
He had a good body. Better than Wallace. And he had her promotion in his 
gift.

'Shall I suck you Henry? Would that help you decide?'

'Get those knickers off, and bend over the desk.' He stood and pulled his own 
off, while hers came down, and she arranged herself. As she knelt there, she 
reached behind and parted her cunt lips with one hand, the pink nailvarnish 
making a picture against the tanned skin. The row with Wallace, the promise 
of promotion, his strong body, all had conspired to make her excited. And she 
was randy. His cock slipped in easily.

And she came. Even before he did. Perhaps it was the strangeness of the 
location...over a desk in the office...perhaps it was the months that she had 
been abstaining. Whatever, not only did she come, but she went on coming, 
moaning, panting, almost screaming.

Next door, through the heavy door, Wallace heard the noises.

'What the fuck?' He went over to the door. He knelt, but there was  a key in 
the keyhole, and he couldn't see anything.  He listened, as the swearing and 
panting continued. 'Bugger it!' He gently turned the knob and opened the door 
a quarter of an inch. And he saw it. The Super's arse crashing to and fro , his 
cock into the cunt of Gwen, his Gwen! Fucking his girl! His fiancé. And she 
was enjoying it. Worse than enjoying it. She was making more noise than a 
whore in a porn film. And she had refused him even a grope at her. 'Fuck it!' 
He stared, but then quietly closed the door. He was angry, but stirred. He was 
hard!

Somebody would suffer for this, and he knew who'd get it first. 


      Westcot Manor, Hotel Room  11 Friday June 24th 10pm

'This is your room. I'm sorry you couldn't have one each, but it was short 
notice. And at least it's a lot bigger than my single.'

'That's all right Miss Van Donke'. Neither Giles nor his sister had mentioned 
Paradise Island or the video. It was all too exciting, embarassing, almost 
shaming to find it exciting. But of course both did! As for 'Miss Van Donke, 
well she'd seen it all before.

'Oh look, there's a lovely shower. Bags I first' There was, strangely, no door 
on the en-suite bathroom, and Giles couldn't help watching Emma undress for 
the shower, especially in the state the 'vitamin pill', and the film had left 
him.He couldn't but admire her pretty little tits, and listened to her singing 
happily in the shower as he, too undressed. He put on the blue silk pyjamas the 
hotel had lent (their luggage was still somewhere between Manchester and 
Lyons). In a moment or two, his sister would have to walk across the room 
naked, and put on the blue silk nightie draped across the other single bed. He 
couldn't wait.

'Well, after all, we're all family!' she commented as she did just that, before 
slipping on the satin nightdress, really just two pieces of cloth, joined by 
shoulder straps. As she got into bed, the full length of her side, thighs, hips, 
and the side of her breasts were exposed.

'Won't be long'. And as he, too undressed for the shower, she in her turn saw 
him naked, and his wonderful cock!

She thought to herself. 'I know I shouldn't look. But I'm sure he watched me. 
And anyway, I'm really turned on.' She felt her cunt under the sheets, and she 
was indeed. 'Can't do it now. He might see, or hear more likely...'

She listened as he sung in the shower, as he had. She thought about Paradise 
Island, and the wonderful time people were having there. The girls were 
lovely, and the boys. Well!

In no time at all he was scampering across the room to his bed. Her bedside 
light was already off. 'I say, let's talk about everything in the morning. Shall I 
put the light out?'

'Yes please, Giles. Goodnight.'




    Westcot Manor Hotel, Private Dining Room: Friday June 24th 11pm 

'Well, Prossie, how's the latest acquisitions going?' The speaker was splendid 
in scarlet army dress uniform, quite dashing with his tall, muscular, military 
bearing. And the girl beside him at the table, a slim, luscious, long-blonde-
haired piece, with a gold evening gown that might have just hidden her nipples 
were it not that the colonel's hand was down into the cleavage as he spoke.

'Successful, Gordon. I posed as an airways chaperone, Dutch with a blonde 
wig. I've managed to convince the pair of the change of plans. They've seen 
the video, and they know what to expect now.' Prossie, Miss Prosser, was 
dressed soberly in an almost male dinner jacket, black, with black silk lapels. 
Her partner was a very young girl, presumably one of her students from the 
Oxford college where she was a tutor, an elfin creature, dark skinned with 
flowing black hair down over her shoulders. Her doe eyes seldom left the older 
woman, who she obviously idolised.

'How did they take it, Prossie?' This from a middle-aged man in clerical attire, 
slim, wiry, short of stature, grey, nearly white wavy hair immaculately 
coiffured. There was something effeminate about his manner, as there was too 
about the taller, but still very slim young man beside him. He, too, was in 
black clerical garb, which went oddly with his shoulder length jet black hair.

'Ideally, Peter. Completely without comment, but obviously very excited. I 
gave them a couple of our pills, and sent them to bed in the same room. I 
believe their sensual education 
may well be considerably advanced by tomorrow morning. That would be 
ideal, as incest will effectively break down any residual inhibitions.'
                                                                                                 
                                                                                              
'That was always the theory, and I might say it has proved itself over and over 
again , through the years. Do you recall our first dinner party? Or at least the 
first of our real association?'
The last speaker had the measured accent of an academic, with the lightest of 
Irish brogues, soft spoken. He, for despite appearances his voice just gave him 
away as male, he was dressed in a black basque, which  with a black silk skirt  
completed the evening dress. The basque had been specially made, as was 
clear from the absence of any allowance for breasts. A lovely woman, from his 
hair, skin, and strong-cheek-boned face, he nonetheless had not attempted 
either chemical or surgical enhancement. Which was not true of his partner. 
You could not have told she was male. Lovely hair, a grand cleavage showing 
in her green satin evening dress.

'Remind us, Patricia. And some of our guests won't know how we started, or 
what we're really about.'

'Well. Although that's a very useful fallout, we didn't really go into this for 
wealth, or to provide for our sexual appetites. That both those benefits have 
accrued is a happy bonus. I recall the first of our parties, as undergraduates at 
Oxford. '

'I had commented that between us we covered just about every major sexual 
practice to be found. At least in polite society.' This from the last of the hosts, 
a  tall, dark woman, dressed bizarrely in black leather and satin. Beside her sat 
a handsome Nordic male, blonde, with a Nordic moustache. He was naked 
from the waist up, except for a spiked leather collar around his neck, from 
which hung a light chain. Her sexual practices could well be inferred from 
this!

'Your exact words! As I recall it, Peter here was working his way through the 
young men of his Seminary, seducing and buggering them in turn. God help 
the Church of England!'

'Now I'm in the position to promote them, a more caring and dedicated bunch 
of men you'd find it difficult to imagine. Yes, and sexually liberal , or 
liberated, perhaps. Most are bisexual and are working their way up through the 
hierarchy, themselves favouring what I shall call the liberal element in their 
own promotions.'

'As are my protegees.'

'Oh, yes, Prossie. You were working your way through the girls of your 
college.'

'And what about you, Pat?'

'I do wish you'd call me Patricia, Prossie. I was just plain Pat then, but always 
wore stockings and suspenders, and often knickers too. Many of the young 
bloods found homosexual sex more acceptable with a man in feminine garb. I 
expect they were shagging my knickers, in fact. And, strangely, some of the 
girls, especially your cast-offs, Prossie, enjoyed it with me. I'd have loved it 
with Donna. But I was never your type, was I, Donna?'
                                                                                                  
'I must admit I liked my men very masculine and physically strong. Rowing 
and rugby, most of them. There is no real pleasure in having a wimp as a sex-
slave!' She pulled on the chain around her partner's neck. 'Like Sven here. 
Mind you, a really young boy......'

'I guess I was the only one who had socially acceptable sexual desires. In those 
days I was exclusively hetero....though as you know I've grown up since.'

'And it was you, Gordon, who had the great idea.'

'Indeed. I commented that in each of our cases the combination of genes, 
upbringing, and social pressures had conditioned our sexuality, channelled it 
into quite limited areas. And yet, even around our table, there was such clear 
evidence of the range of sexual pleasures we were so denied. I say, keep that 
port circulating.' He poured himself another glass and passed the decanter on. 
'I speculated whether if a boy or girl were taken at about the age of puberty, 
and gradually accustomed to all the sexual possibilities, in something like 
equal measure, they might not grow up to enjoy the complete range of 
experience and relationships.'

'And I had just become responsible for just such a pair. Cousins, for whom I 
was Godmother.
Since then we've found many, but these were our first, and great successes for 
our methods.' Prossie smiled.'And always beautiful, and from the best 
families. And now many are volunteered by the successful students of our 
early days, now their own offspring need education.'

'And I had just the place for it. My huge (he laughed deprecatingly) my huge 
fortune was accumulated by my piratical grandfather. He had his finger in 
every bit of mischief, commercial and political, across the whole of Central 
America. Apart from his investments , he also passed on to father and myself 
his tropical hideaway, his bolthole in case anything went wrong. We own it 
outright, and indeed, the adjoining state no longer makes even any terriotorial 
claims. We're effectively an independent state.'

'Like Rajah Brooke's Borneo, Gordon?'

'Exactly, my dear. You are surprisingly well read for such a lovely girl.' 
Another squeeze on her tit. 'We only call it Paradise Island as a cover. It is in 
fact on the Honduras mainland, with no road access. '

'And that's all there is to it really. All the students at The Institute For 
Complete Education are willing, though they may have been kidnapped, some 
of them, originally. Most have gone on to fine careers, or have made 
exceptional marriages. And our patrons include the wealthiest and most 
powerful figures in the world. We no longer have anything to fear from 
disclosure. The Press, Media, Governments, Banks and Investment Houses etc. 
all are patrons of our venture, and enjoy its facilities. '

'As do we all, Gordon. Now, no orgy tonight, I suggest, as I am arranging a 
special event tomorrow, for our two new recruits.'
              

 Interview Room 17 New Scotland Yard : Friday June 24th 11.25 a.m.

'That's all right, Constable. Just leave us. I can handle this little weasel.'

The Constable left, and Wallace locked the door behind him, re-setting the 
security code lock. 'Weasel, I said. That was your nickname at School if I 
remember right.'

'And yours was 'that bastard Wallace' if I remember right.'

'Correct, and I'm still a vicious bastard, and don't you forget it. Still lowering 
your trousers for big strong men, weasel?'

Charles Heighton Goodfellow blushed, despite his thirty something years. It 
may have been embarassment or it may have been anger. 'If you mean am I 
still being raped like I was at School, then I'm not.'

'Doing it for pleasure only now are you. Well I certainly remember your tight 
little bum. I wonder if it's still as good? Oh, stop snivelling ,weasel. ' He 
picked up a dossier from the desk. 'Says here you were found in possession of 
a quantity of cocaine. A large quantity. So large it must surely be dealing in the 
opinion of any sensible court.'

'I don't like buying it, and I buy enough for several months...'

'Likely story. In any case you've not yet been charged with dealing, just 
possession. I think I'll search you again. Clothes off, weasel.'

'You dirty bastard. I'm not stripping off for you. Aah!' He screamed.

'That's an electric cattle goad, as supplied to the Gulf States Police, and given 
to me by a buddy there. Want to try it again? Hurts eh?'

Goodfellow stripped his tie and shirt, dropped his trousers and pants and stood 
there naked in his socks. Even quiescent his cock was  a good size, as indeed 
Wallace remembered.

'Still looking after your body, weasel. I don't wonder you got shagged rotten at 
School. Quite a looker still. And a nice tan. Just to remind you....'

'Aah! Aah!' Now bend over. I'm going to have one more before we send you 
down.'

'Please Wallace. Please no. I beg you.... I know a great secret ,let me off, and 
let me alone and I'll tell you.'
                                                                               
'Likely story. Now bend over that desk, or feel the goad again.'

'I know where the missing children, or some of them are....'

Wallace paused. 'More, weasel...'

'Aaah! Please no. There's a group. Been at it for years. All top people. Yours 
and my sort. Got a Manor House they pretend is a hotel. They spirit them away 
there, and then take them somewhere abroad. I've never been there, and don't 
know where it is. But I know the Hotel....and there's a bit in The Times about 
it...'

'Show, Weasel.'

'Wait a minute. Let me look. Yes. Here it is, in the personals. 'The I F C E are 
in session for two days at their home location, and for a further month at their 
overseas location.'

'Is that all? If you're having me on, you'll regret it my laddie.'

'No. It's all you need. The place is Westcot Manor Hotel. It's in all the books. 
Just say you're a millionaire....choose one who will help you....and you'll be 
in. You'll be famous. I'll phone up and vouch for you....even though it means 
I'll never go there again. But make sure you get them....or they'll kill me. Be 
careful.'

That promotion's mine thought Wallace. 'I'm dropping the charges for the 
time being , weasel, but I'm keeping the papers. This had better be the 
gen...Now  over on the cell bed, I think. Kneel, and spread!'

'But you promised...'

'Don't you remember I wasn't only 'that bastard Wallace',  but often 'that 
lying bastard Wallace!' The goad, or my prick. Or rather my prick, or the goad 
and then my prick...'

Wallace too was naked by now, and spitting on his hard cock, rammed the 
prisoner in the arse. Unconcerned with his pleasure, but only his own, he 
thumped it into the attractive bum, thighs hairier than his own. As he shagged 
he thought about Gwen, and his bastard boss, and 
he shagged even harder, slapping the bare bum in front of him. Goodfellow 
was excited now, by the passion and rage of his raper, and was wanking away.

'Jesus, lord, I'm coming. I'm coming,' yelled Goodfellow.
                                                                                                   
'See I haven't lost my old skill,' jeered Wallace, as he too came, pumping into 
the collapsing body beneath him.

Westcot Manor Hotel Room 11 Friday 24th June midnight.

'Are you still awake, Giles?'
                                                                                                   
'Yes, Emma. I can't sleep thinking about Paradise Island.'

'It's exciting, isn't it. But I'm terribly cold. Can I come in with you to warm 
up?'

'Come on.'

She stumbled over to his bed in the dark, and in getting in had to climb all 
over him. She laughed. 'Clumsy. Sorry.'

'Don't worry. Snuggle up to me.'

'Shall I put the light on a minute or two, Giles? I'm sure we're not going to get 
to sleep yet?'He didn't reply, as he felt her breast press against his chest, as 
she lay half over him. His cock was terribly hard, and he was afraid she'd 
notice. He felt her hand rubbing his chest, up under his pyjama jacket, and then 
she tweaked his nipple.

'Ouch!'

'I thought you'd like that.'

'Who said I didn't?' His hand tentatively felt for her breast, first through the 
slippery satin of her borrowed nightie, and then up under, to feel the warm, 
firm flesh. The nipple was hard under his palm. He felt her press harder 
against him, and she rested her leg  on top of his...she couldn't fail to notice 
his hard-on..... Encouraged, he squeezed and fondled her breast with one hand, 
and caressed her thigh with the other, feeling her squirming against him.
'You don't feel very cold to me.'

'I'm not now. I'm lovely and warm. I'm going to put the light on. I want to 
look at you.' She felt down and grasped his cock. 'Especially this.' She put her 
hand on his cock, but he held her so tight she couldn't get to the switch. Her 
nightie had ridden up, and he reached down from her belly to rake his fingers 
like a comb through her pubic hair. She was gently feeling, nearly wanking , 
his cock. He felt free to feel her now, and felt her legs open as he reached 
down between them.  
                                                                                                
It was silky and slippery. Emma sighed, and her legs opened even wider. 
'That's lovely. Don't stop.' He soon noticed that she pressed against him 
tighter when he rubbed the little nub at the top of her slit, than when he ran his 
finger up and down between her lips. She stopped wanking him as she 
concentrated wholly on her own pleasure. 'Faster now. Yes, that's it. Don't 
stop. Aaah! Yes! ' Her voice broke, and was replaced by panting gasps as her 
hips writhed under him. 'Stop now. That was lovely.'

Her nightie was now right up over her shoulders, and his own pyjama jacket 
similarly had ridden up. He had kicked off the trousers. So when she rolled 
over on top of him, astride, but with their bodies close-touching, he could feel 
the pressure of her tits against his chest, and the weight of her on his belly. His 
cock was resting between her open legs, and as one or the other moved in their 
passionate kissing embrace, it ran up and down her slit, just as his fingers had 
earlier. Often it caught at the rim of her vagina, before escaping again up 
towards her clit. Then it caught, and he raised his hips slightly. It entered, 
perhaps an inch, just past the knob. She gasped. He held that position, feeling 
her tight cunt gripping. Then their movements coincided, and it slipped in, 
right in, up to his belly. She yelped, and he held it there.

'That hurt. Don't move. It feels good.'

''You're so tight. I can feel you gripping. It's lovely.' It was warm, and held 
him completely. He was holding her bottom cheeks with both hands, pressing 
into the naked flesh, holding her in position on his prick. Then he felt her 
moving over him, and had a sudden fear she was going to make him pull out. 
But no! She raised herself, and dropped down onto him again, the full length 
of his cock moving against the supple vagina. She moaned, but in obvious 
pleasure. And then again, up, and suddenly down. He got the idea, and started 
to move his hips in unison with her. Carefully at first, so as not to slip out. 
Then less carefully as she went faster and faster. Again the same noises as 
when he wanked her, but this time with more panting through the energetic 
exercise, and she came, collapsing on him. She was still, but her cunt milked 
his cock as with almost no movement, except rhythmic pressure of his belly 
against hers, of the base of his cock against her mons and clit, he pumped his 
come into her. Her orgasm was completed by the rush of heat into her.

They lay, joined. His cock, limp, expelled itself from her, and she rolled off 
him. In the pitch dark they were silent, overawed by the enormity of what 
they'd done. She spoke first, after perhaps five minutes. 'I'm sure that was 
very naughty, Giles. But it was lovely. And I hope you will do it again.'

He didn't reply. Without asking this time, she reached out and put on the 
bedside light. She pulled off her nightie and lay there naked. She had changed 
from the rather shy little girl, and now let him see the charms he had felt so 
thoroughly. 'Now I want to see you properly. Take those off for me. I liked it 
more when it was hard. Make it hard for me again, so I can see it close-to'

'It's not really as easy as that. You kiss it, suck it a bit, and it'll come up 
again.' 

'What, like this?' She took the knob in her mouth and sucked on it.

'Put it all in your mouth, and let your tongue tickle it. Yes! That's it, and 
especially at the front. It feels more there.'

'Like my little bump!'

'Yes! I thought that was what you liked when I was feeling you. That's good. 
See it's come up again.'

She felt it grow inside her mouth, and marvelled at the transformation. 'It's too 
big. It'll break my jaw.'

'The knob then. Or lick up and down the thing. '

She cradled his balls with one hand, and alternately licked the length of his 
shaft, and sucked his knob. Then she stopped and looked at it. 'I'd like you to 
do me again, Giles. But this time do me from behind, like horses do.'

'That's how boys do it, too, Emma.' Giles had lost all his reticence now.

Their second fuck had all the passion of their first, but the added delight of 
being able to watch each other as they played. She looked over her shoulder, 
and also noticed the mirrors had been luckily arranged so she could see from 
most angles. Probably this wasn't by chance, considering the ownership of The 
Manor.

To start off, he held her, both hands, around her waist, supporting himself as 
he gently pushed in and drew out. Then as she started panting he pressed his 
chest into her back, giving her part of his weight. As her excitement rose, he 
reached under and fondled a breast with one hand, tweaking the nipple, and 
squeezing the firm flesh, while the other rubbed her 'bump' as he had learned 
she liked. She came, but he carried on, gently , rhythmically. Then he felt the 
tension in his arse, at the back of his balls, that he knew heralded the flow of 
spunk. So he accelerated, faster and harder, as she insisted, until as she 
screamed in delight, he pumped hot come into her a second time. 

No words this time. Just a gentle kiss on his forehead, as he dozed, already 
half asleep, and she reached over to put out the light.


    New Scotland Yard Room 1009  9.20 a.m. Saturday 25th June

'Good morning Sergeant Wallace. And what brings you in on a Saturday?'

'Need to see the Super. And call me Arnold, Gwen.'

'Arnold, I've decided to break off our engagement. Here's your ring back.'

'Keep it, bitch. I know what you've been up to.' He strode to the door, 
knocked, and entered.

    New Scotland Yard Room 1010 9.22 a.m. Saturday 25th June

'Ah, Wallace. What brings you in on a Saturday? Never mind, I wanted to see 
you. Wallace, I'm transferring you to Training. You'll start in a week's time.'

'Sir, I'd rather stay active.'

'No choice, Wallace. They're reducing my establishment. You're lucky it's not 
some provincial dump. You've not been the most successful of officers, you 
know.

'Sir, I'm onto something big now...' And he explained his new information, 
embroidering his role in it mightily, and covering up the details of his 
interview with Goodfellow.

'Sounds interesting. Might well be big. And it has to be you who does 
it....have you chosen your millionaire?'

'No, Sir. I hoped you could help with your contacts.'

'I suggest Holdsworth, Sir Bernard Holdsworth. You look a bit like him, and I 
can get him to co-operate. We're members of the same Lodge.'

'Sir, I wish....'

'No, I've told you before, Wallace. I can't put you up. You'll just have to find 
someone else. Now, I think you should go deep under cover for this one. And 
we'll provide some working funds. Here, sign this, and draw £2000, no better 
make it £5000. Draw it as you go out. Now off with you. Deep cover, 
understood. No word, not even to your lovely fiancee....' The mention of 
Gwen stung, and it was with a face red with rage he went out. This was the 
Super's intention. His plan involved anger at this point!

He left, and Sergeant Smith knocked and entered. 'What's up with Wallace? 
He just stomped straight past me and out.'

'Took it badly, Gwen. I had to tell him he was being transferred to Desk 
sergeant at Cockfosters. Doesn't help that he's not a Mason, of course.'

'I don't half fancy you, Henry. I've been thinking about that fuck all night.'

'Better than now. Let's go out and celebrate your promotion this evening. A 
meal, and then a quiet hotel?'

'I'd love that.' 


   Westcot Manor Hotel Room 11 Saturday June 25th 11.45 a.m.

The two young lovers were still asleep when the maid rapped on the door. 
They were scarcely awake when she breezed in. She looked at the chaos of the 
bed, and noticed pinkish stains all over the sheets.

'My word, you've been having fun'. She went over and drew the curtains, 
letting the summer sunlight stream in. 'It's nearly midday. But I expect you 
two haven't slept much,eh?' She laughed.

Giles could hardly be cross with this jolly little maid, who took their 
predicament so lightly. After all they'd been caught being very naughty. And 
Emma couldn't help thinking that her uniform, unusual for a hotel maid, was 
very, very, sexy. As she'd leaned over to draw the curtains, her lovely little 
naked bottom provoked a renewed moistness between her thighs.

 Now you two go and have your shower, while I tidy up a bit. 

When they emerged from the shower, where they'd enjoyed soaping each 
other, they saw one bed had been stripped, and the other was re-made. On it 
lay the maid , naked now . She leaped up as they came in. Giles was the proud 
possessor of yet another erection.

Oooh! That's nice.' She embraced him and felt his cock. I'd love that up me. 
No, don't be jealous, little one. I'll give you a nice sucking while your brother 
looks after my itch. Here, in the middle of the room...I've just made the bed.'

'Now you hunker with your legs open. Lovely, I'm looking forward to this.' 
She glued her lips to the open cunt.  It was obvious what Giles should do, and 
he did it, half kneeling behind her. As he entered the gleaming cunt lips he 
thought how amazing it was that after a year of only wanking, or making love 
with boys, here he was with two girls at the same time.
As he shagged his mind wandered...no doubt that this maid...wonder what her 
name is.. has a bigger, softer bum than Emma's. Emma's was more like one of 
the boys at school, perhaps Lewis, who is a bit girlish really, softer than most. 
And her cunt is not so tight...not been used so much he supposed. Ah! Now  
Emma was beginning to come. The girl was not only sucking her cunt, but 
seemed to have her finger up Emma, like a cock. No wonder she's coming, he 
thought. He could feel the Maid's cunt gripping him tighter. For an instant he 
wondered whether he could ram it up her arse like he did Dobson's, but wasn't 
sure whether girls liked that as much as boys. The thought of Dobson's arse 
started him coming. Silently he increased the power and speed of his strokes, 
and this must have communicated itself to the girl kneeling in front of him as 
she started to come, her cries muffled by the cunt she was sucking. Guiltily he 
remembered he hadn't stimulated her 'bump'. Not that that seemed to matter, 
he thought, as he pumped his spunk into her, and she came.

Five minutes later, she came out of the shower, dressed again in her shiny 
stockings and skimpy see-through skirt. 'That was nice. Perhaps we can have 
some more at the party tonight.'

'Party?'

'Oh yes, for all the guests at the Hotel. Saturday night, fancy dress. And 
probably a lot of naughty fun. At least I hope so'.

'See you then, then.'

'Byee!  Oh what's your name? Giles suddenly realised that despite their 
intimacy, he still didn't know !'

'Laurinda. It's ok, I know yours. Ciao!'



  Westcot Hotel Room  Room 7 Saturday 25th June 7p.m.

'Come in.'

'Miss Van Donke told me to come round. I'm Giles Fitzgarrold. She said you 
could help with the fancy dress for the party.'

'Well of course I can . We're going to have to do the best with what's at hand. 
No Admirals, Pirates or Masai Warriors I'm afraid. By the way I'm Pat.' He 
had a soft and pleasant Irish brogue. Formally, as he had been taught, Giles 
shook hands. 'Well, I can see you've been well brought up. And why not 
indeed? Now fancy dress. The best I could think of was to go as two tarts. I've 
got some stuff from Prossie...That's Miss Van Donke...and I've borrowed 
some stuff for you from Laurinda..She's a maid.'

'Yes, I know. I've met her. she's very nice.'

'Now what we have to decide is whether we do it jokey. Or whether we really 
try to make ourselves look like sexy girls. Personally, I'm going to make 
myself as pretty as I can. But it's up to you....or perhaps you've got a better 
idea altogether?'

'No. I'll do what you do.'

'OK. Get out of those togs.'

As they undressed, Pat rattled on. 'You're at Charleston aren't you? My old 
School too. I was in Radcliffe.'

'My word, so am I'

'Small world. And are you fagging.'

'Oh, yes. I fag for an Upper called Dobson.'

'Don't know them. Tell me, in my time Uppers used to play games with their 
fags. You know, cocks and so on....?

'Still do...' As Pat rattled on and on about his days, Giles allowed his mind to 
wander off to his first day at Charleston.


 Charleston School Sunday September 12th 4.30 p.m.'Fag!'

'Giles ran along the corridor,knocked and entered Dobson's study.
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'Fitzgarrold, would you toast me a crumpet.'

There was a roaring coal fire...it had been unseasonably cold. Giles squatted in 
front of the fire, toasting fork in hand, while Dobson, reclining in a deep red 
leather armchair rather the worse for wear, watched him. Dobson was dressed 
in a long white dressing robe, probably silk, and had carpet slippers on.  
Incongruously he was wearing the red cap of the rowing eight. 'That's about 
done. Now butter it, would you.'

The hot butter ran into the crumpet, and Giles brought it to Dobson an a plate. 
And he tripped over a slippered foot. The crumpet slid, oiled by the butter, off 
the plate and onto the pristine white dressing gown.

'Damned clumsy. I'll have to punish you, Fitzgarrold. Look what you've done 
to my clothes!.
 Have you ever been beaten?'

'No sir.'

'Well. This merits at least a spanking. Trousers down Fitzgarrold. Yes, pants 
too . Now over my knee.'

Dobson spanked with his open hand, not hard. Stinging rather than hurting. 
Every two spanks, he stopped, and rubbed the white bottom cheeks.. It didn't 
really hurt. Giles was embarassed as he felt his cock hardening, and was sure 
Dobson would know, especially as his robe was so thin, and shiny. It was not 
only the caressing and spanking making Giles hard. He was very aware of the 
silky fabric against his bare cock and belly. 

Dobson certainly was aware of the arousal of his young fag, and there was now 
more caressing than spanking. Giles himself was now aware of the excitement, 
the erection, of the older boy who lifted  him, and placed him beside him in the 
deep chair. Fingering his cock he exclaimed. 'That's nice. And look I've got 
one too. Now I'm going to show you what we
do with them'. He reached for the fallen crumpet, and smeared some of the 
still-warm butter on Giles' cock. 

Kneeling on the carpet, he presented his bum to the boy. Shove it up. You'll 
love it, Fitzgarrold.'

Dosbson had a smooth, tanned back, but the most deliciously white buttocks, 
and despite his complete inexperience Giles had absolutely no difficulty 
locating and penetrating the anus. He didn't know it yet, but the ease of entry 
showed that it had known cock many times. Indeed, as Giles was to find later, 
very few days passed in School when a pretty or handsom lad wasn't buggered 
at least once. The whole ethos was one of sex.
                                                                              
He had no time to think of what he was doing. The feeling of the bum against 
his thighs, and the gripping of his cock, were just too much for him, and 
without moving at all he came, and came, and came.

'Your first?'

'Yes, sir.'

'I thought so. Well we'll let you off under the circumstances, but really, you're 
supposed to move it in and out, so I can feel it too. Now I'll show you how it's 
done. By the way, this may hurt a little for a moment or two. But that'll soon 
pass, and take it from me you'll enjoy it in the end.' 

He sat in the chair, and Giles sat on top of him. They embraced, without 
kissing, and Dobson licked the little pink nipples, while caressing smooth hips 
and back. Then he reached out and smeared his fingers with butter, and 
transferred the slippery oil to Giles' bottom hole. His finger slipped in, and 
gently worked at massaging and relaxing the anus. Then two fingers. And after 
a few moments, he felt the bottom ready to receive his prick. He raised the boy 
up, and placed the knob of his cock in the oily hole, and let the boy slip back 
onto it. Giles gasped, but didn't cry out.

They sat motionless a few moments, and then Dobson raised the boy an inch, 
and allowed him to fall again. The same again. And again. Still Dobson's cock 
was motionless. However, after four or five of these insertions, Giles started to 
feel the warmth of friction in his rectum, and was moving of his own volition, 
so Dobson allowed himself some movement, in rhythm with the speed the boy 
had chosen. The boy was gasping now, and without thinking he leaned down 
and fixed his mouth to Dobson's. The surprise was total for the older boy, but 
he felt the sharp, hard little tongue penetrate his mouth, and seek out his own 
tongue, and he reciprocated. They were going at it harder now, and faster, their 
tongues fighting for entry to the other's mouth. Dobson slapped the bum of his 
rider in time with their shagging. He felt himself coming, as strongly as he 
could remember in years, and he filled the welcoming rectum with four or five 
spurts of hot come.
                                                                                             
   Westcot Manor Hotel Room 7 Saturday June 25th 7.10p.m.

Pat was still rattling on, as he laid out some very feminine clothes. 'I don't 
think you've been listening to me, Giles.'

'I'm sorry sir. My mind wandered away.'

'Somewhere interesting by the look of this.' He raeched out and felt the boy's 
cock, which his reminiscences had made erect. 'And very nice, too. Tell me , 
does Canon Huish still entertain boys for cocoa? I'm talking about twenty 
years ago of course. And he was very beautiful in those days. We were only to 
happy to drink cocoa with him! Personally, I loved it!'

'Oh, yes.'

'Some things never change. Now you get into this set, and I'll wear these. And 
then we'll attempt some make-up to complete the illusion.'

As he dressed, Giles' mind again wandered back to the first week of term.


Charleston School  Sunday September 26th 9.50p.m.

'Fag!'

Giles ran along the corridor and entered Dobson's study. He was bare-footed 
and in his pyjamas. 'Sir, it's lights out in ten minutes.'

'I know that, Fitzgarrold, but we've an invit to drink cocoa with the Canon, so 
that over-rules lights out for you. Follow me.' 

They left the warmth of the study, and made their way up and down stairs, 
through corridors until finally a stout oak door. Dobson knocked.

'Come!'

The room was very hot, with a blazing fire. The Canon was dressed similarly 
to Dobson, namely for bed, only his silk robe was bright scarlet, while 
Dobson's was white.

'Sir, may I present Giles Fitzgarrold. Fitzgarrold, this is Canon Huish.'

'Sit down, dear boys.' He indicated a large, deep, green-leather sofa infront of 
the fire. Fitzgarrold, I knew your father. In fact I was his fag in this very 
House. And very good to me he was, I may assure you. You may imagine how 
pleased I was that The Earl paid me the great honour of insisting you joined 
Radcliffe. So welcome, young man.'

' Dobson, you know the drill. Pour the water through the cocoa, there's a good 
chap, while Fitzgarrold and I become acquainted.' He gripped Giles 
momentarily by the knee. Giles wondered how this might develop. From 
stories current among his class and house-mates he knew the Canon enjoyed 
sex. Embarassed a bit by the pressure on his knee, he looked around the room. 
His attention was at once riveted by a large ink drawing of a naked Greek 
athlete, throwing the discus.

'Ah! I see you are admiring my discobulus. It is a Renaissance drawing, and 
was given me by one of my boys.'

Dobson returned with a tray of three mugs of cocoa.

'Set it down there, Dobson. It must cool a little. Yes, we may learn much from 
the study of such an image. What does it suggest to you, Dobson.?'

'First, sir, it reminds me that the ancient Greeks were not ashamed of 
nakedness. Indeed they fought their wars, worshipped, and even studied in 
school in the state of nature.'

'A very pertinent thought, Dobson. And I shall take it further. The early 
Christians believed that God created man in His own image. This was no 
original thought, but derives very closely from the views of Plato. So this 
delightful athlete,' he rose and went over to view the picture closer,' has some 
of the attributes of Godhead itself. Indeed, the closer it comes to perfection, 
the closer it is to a likeness of God.'

'Sir, so it could be said that a picture of a beautiful man may be a closer 
representation of God than the real man himself.'

'That is a profound thought Fitzgarrold. I am not surprised as your father, The 
Earl, was one of the finest minds of his generation here. But let us explore this 
further. Dobson, do us the honour of removing your dressing gown. Ah Yes! 
Of course, naked. Now stand under the picture, and take as close as you can 
the same pose.'

The Canon wandered over to the tableau. Now observe the fine musculature of 
the discobulus' thighs, and the equally fine flesh of this young man.' He ran 
his hands over the straining thighs , and then over the naked buttocks. 'And 
compare this fine, polished, hairless chest, with the Renaissance vision. Is it 
not indeed as the ancient Gods, perhaps Apollo or Mercury, must have 
appeared to their worshippers?'

'Now ' tell me , Fitzgarrold, what is the most obvious difference between 
young Dobson, here, and the Greek discobolus. '
                                                                                               
Dobson has a larger penis, sir.'

'Exactly so. And that is the crux of the argument. Dobson's fine penis,' he 
paused to hold the erect cock for a moment,' yes this fine penis is as it should 
be, and doubtless as the penis of a God should be. However, this tiny affair is 
small because the artistic vision of the artist wished to diminish its importance. 
This may have been for aesthetic reasons, or it may have been a psychological 
weakness, or possibly a social convention. But whatever the reason, it is 
distorted and untrue. Ergo, this Man is closer to the image of God than the 
impression.'

'Now our cocoa. No, Dobson, do not dress again. In the spirit of the ancient 
Greek symposia, we will join you in your nakedness.' He threw off his gown 
to reveal a slim, finely proportioned body. He may have been middle-aged, but 
he was clearly attentive to his health. 'And you, Fitzgarrold. Ah! Yes! Quite 
delightful.'

'Have you introduced Fitzgarrold to male love, Dobson?'

'Oh, yes, sir. '

'And you, young man, do you enjoy it?'

'Oh, yes, sir.'

'And what do you particularly enjoy?'

Giles blushed. 'I like sucking, sir. And I like to have it in my bottom.'

'Use the correct words, boy. Always. It is a matter of respect for our English 
language. Sucking is 'fellation'. The other is best called 'buggery. Now say 
again.'

'I like fellation, sir, and I like buggery.'

'Good. That is important, as our friends the ancient Greeks knew. In those 
enlightened days every boy had a grown man to whom he was attached. This 
relationship taught the boy the mores of his society, and the code of honour. In 
war the two would fight side by side, and with great bravery, as each would be 
ashamed to show the other cowardice. The relationship was of course sexual. 
That is to say, each fellated the other, and each buggered the other. It is true to 
say that homosexual love was the cement that bound society together. And that 
is why it is good you have a sexual relationship with this fine young man. ' 
Sitting between the two, the Canon now had an erect cock in each hand and 
was gently wanking them. His own prick was eager and at attention. He 
paused, and bent to kiss the knob, first of Dobson, and then at greater length, 
actually pursing his lips round it, of Giles. 

'It has been the ethos of the School for centuries, and  you will have heard in 
my voice the immense respect I have for the Earl, your father. As his fag, I was 
in just that relationship, and indeed you are in the same with Dobson here.'

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'And now let us all three do our bit to cement society, and if along the way we 
find delight, so much the better. I believe the best for tonight will be for you, 
Fitzgarrold to lie on your back here, yes, not too close to the fire. You, Dobson 
penetrate him. Yes, just so. And I shall use his honeyed lips. So, we shall 
satisfy his pleasure in active fellation, and passive buggery.'                                                                                                            
               
In the event, only Dobson came, shooting his spunk into the bottom he'd used 
so often in the preceding two weeks. The Canon didn't seem to be able to, 
despite all Giles' best efforts. He found this astounding, as in his limited 
experience he had no idea that it might be difficult to come. Quite the 
opposite, in fact. He always came, and so did Dobson, and copiously. The 
problem was sometimes waiting till Dobson too was satisfied. The Canon 
broke up the threesome eventually, leaving Giles, who had been wanking, but 
delaying his orgasm in the expectation he would get to bugger The Cannon, 
leaving him in mid-air. Quite literally, his cock felt as if it had wings.

'You should leave us now, Fitzgarrold. Dobson and I have further 
conversation, indeed intercourse,' he laughed. 'You are a fine lad, and will do 
well. We shall have cocoa again.'

    Westcot Manor Room 7  Saturday June 25th 7.20p.m.

'You really have been day-dreaming. I've done our make-up...you don't need a 
wig with that lovely hair. But I think we'll try this black one. Oh, yes. A 
complete transformation. Your own sister wouldn't know you now! My! You 
look good enough to eat. ' He held the boy a moment, and kissed him.' Don't 
worry . It's non-smudge. By the look of you, you'll need it to be, at the party. 
Oh yes! And so that you can keep that lovely hard-on you've got, here swallow 
this. I'm having one too. It'll be working just about when we want it to.'

'What is it?'

'Good question. It's a new drug that helps you to go on having sex even after 
you've come. I
suppose at your age it isn't really needed, but I assure you I do. And it won't 
do you any harm.'

'Now, open that wardrobe door, and let's see ourselves in the long mirror.'

Giles gasped.' I look lovely!'

'I must have a photo of you. Now, a nice pose, with your foot up on that 
chair.' He adjusted Gile's hand, on the hip, and ensured there was a nice 
feminine curve to the hips. Then reaching up the black mini-skirt, and into the 
black lacy panties, he pulled the nice little, half-erect cock out below the hem-
line. 'Ideal. Yes that's it.' The camera flashed. 'A couple more in case. Ok. 
Now take a couple of me, sitting on the settee, looking sophisticated.' The 
snaps were done.

'We've got ten minutes before we're due down the corridor. Why not join me 
here for a bit of a cuddle, two girls together?'

The feel of the nylon against his skin sent Giles off into yet another reverie, as 
Pat fondled him, and he reciprocated, kissing and hugging.

               Charleston School Monday September 27th 5.15p.m.

Yes, it had been the next day, the morning after his unsatisfactory cocoa 
evening.

'No trouble with monitors getting back into Dorm after lights-out.'

'No, sir, I crept in, and they didn't notice.' Dobson smiled. He strongly 
suspected they knew he'd been absent from Dorm, and where he was, and 
pretty well what he'd been doing. 'We rather left you hanging, Fitzgarrold. 
Sorry about that. '

'It's all right, sir. Mukerjee was awake, and he called me over as I crept in. 
And I slipped into his bed for a bit.'

'For a bit of what?'

'I meant I slipped into his bed for a while.' 

'For a while, and a bit of what?'

'For a while, and a bit of fellation. I hope you don't mind sir.'

'Not at all. Not at all. Mukerjee's a very pretty lad. Fags for Johnson Senior 
doesn't he?'

'Yes sir.'

'I must have a word with Johnson. Might be good to have some foursome 
cockfun one Sunday. No I don't mind. In fact I believe you should be looking 
for as many partners as you can get. These are the friends who will last you all 
your life, sharing a lot of good things. Remember the Canon, Sex is the cement 
of society. These networks are what make the whole thing hang together. What 
did you do? I enjoy hearing these things.'

'We cuddled a bit, kissed, and then he went down on me and sucked me. I 
turned him round, so I could get his cock in my mouth. I was so excited from 
the cocoa (!) that I couldn't hold back. So I came very quickly, and then I 
sucked Mukerjee till he came in my mouth....I had my finger in his bottom. 
Then I went back to my own bed.'

'Well. That's short and to the point.'  

'I was surprised the Canon.....'

'You mean that he didn't come, despite having a lovely boy like you, and a 
hansom young man like me?'

'Yes. I thought he would either bugger me, or have himself buggered.'                        
                                                                                              
'He's a strange man, the Canon. I really shouldn't tell you, perhaps, but a lot of 
boys know, and you're bound to hear anyway. The Canon makes a great thing 
of nakedness, but in fact he can only come when he's dressed.'

'So why did he undress?'

'Ah! When I say dressed, I mean dressed in girl's clothes....Come and sit 
beside me, and play with me while I tell you what we did after you left. Our 
'further conversation'.

'That's nice. Now gently suck me while I'm talking....Not so as I come, but 
just enough to keep me hard. Good. That's it. He put on skimpy nylon, see-
through, open crotch knickers. His cock stood out through the gap. Then 
stockings....he had me fasten the suspender belt, and in fact I enjoyed that, and 
running my hands down the glossy nylons. Then a little mini-skirt, and red 
high-heeled shoes. '

'I like the sound of that..'

'Don't talk, Fitzgarrold. Just suck....'

'Then I had to beat him, as he knelt down in front of the fire. Not a gentle 
spanking like you enjoy, but a real beating, but always on the nylon panties, 
not on the skin. After a bit of this he pulled apart his bottom cheeks. And that 
was when I shagged him. You will have his arse, I expect, one day....but I bet 
he's dressed when you do. You'll find he has a lovely, rounded, soft, feminine 
arse. Not at all like the ancient Greek athletes he is on about. Myself I love a 
rounded bum....but mostly have to make do with hard little, muscular butts like 
yours. Stop a minute.'

'I think I'd like that.'

'What...whipping the Cannon, or feminine rounded butts?'

'No, or rather yes! but what I meant, I think I'd enjoy dressing up.'
                                                                                            
'I shouldn't tell the other boys that if I were you. Now suck me. In fact, I'll 
suck you too. See if you can hold it. When you can't hold it any more, stick 
your finger up me and we'll come at the same time.'

           Westcot Manor Guest Suite Saturday June 25th 7p.m.

'Good evening Sir Bernard. Welcome to Westcot Manor. My name is 
Miranda. You can ask me for anything you want.'

'Anything?'

'Anything . Anything you want, sir. Really anything!' She winked at him.'All 
part of the service.'

'Show us your legs, sweetie!' Wallace was in a bad mood, and any women 
was likely to reap the anger aroused by Gwen the day before. The more 
beautiful the better.
'Certainly,Sir Bernard.' And she raised her dress right over her head , 
revealing legs, panties and bra. All in a stunning, bright as Persil white.

'Fuckinell!' thought Wallace.'I've landed in a high-class whore house. And it 
looks like its all on the house.' Miranda stood there, coyly hiding her face 
while wallace considered his next move. It was towards her, and he roughly 
grasped one lace-covered tit in one hand and the nearly naked bum, covered 
with a thin satin thong , in the other. 'And now I'd like your arse, sweeitie. I 
mean your bumhole.' The skirt was still up over her face. Fortunately, perhaps, 
as her face was not happy.

'What a bloody pig, 'thought Miranda, but she was well paid so she merely 
said. 'Of course, sir,' and removed her pants, belt and stockings, as well as her 
bra and dress. Wasn't going to have him tearing anything. They were good, 
and in any case she was going to the party tonight in them. 


'Sit on this, whore!' He rammed his cock right in her, not touching her body 
with any other part of himself than his prick. She winced as he reamed her 
arsehole, but, still playing the game , pretended to enjoy it, even playing with 
her clit. Apparantly Sir Bernard was potentially a big catch for the 
organisation, even though he seemed an ignorant bastard.
                                                                                                       
Enjoying himself now, and in a better mood, Wallace , still firm in her bottom, 
lay full on top of her, crushing her into the cushions. Then up again as he felt 
his climax approaching. He roughly grasped one naked tit in each hand, and 
squeezed them. Too hard for any pleasure to his partner, who winced again, 
but had the presence of mind to turn the grimace into a fake orgasm. A few 
more shoves and he was done. Without ceremony, he just pulled it out, and , 
whistling, went to the bathroom. She heard him piss, and then saw him rinse 
his prick. He came into the room again drying his cock on a thick white towel.

'Can't be too careful with whores!'

'Ignorant bastard. Pig!' she thought. But merely smiled sweetly.

'Here y'ar. He threw a fiver, crumpled, at her. I expect you've already been 
paid.'

'And a cheapskate, too,' she thought. In fact she could have bought and sold 
Wallace. But not Sir Bernard! So she accepted it gracefully, biting back a 
sarcastic comment.

'There's a party tonight, Sir Bernard. Fancy dress. You'll find a suitable 
uniform in the cupboard.'

'Will you be there?'

'Yes'.

'Well, perhaps I'll have another go at you.'

'That'd be nice, sir, 'she lied.


       Westcot Manor Hotel Room 7  Saturday June 25th  6.50pm.

'Come in. Oh it's you, Miss Van Donke.'

'Call me Prossie, Emma. Everyone does.'

'Prossie. What 's that short for?'

'That's a long story. No time now. I'll tell you some other time. We've got to 
get our fancy dresses on. I thought we'd go as a couple. Me in this dinner 
jacket, and you in this dress.'

'Lovely!'

'Now, Emma, help me dress first, and then I'll help you.'

As Prossie stripped down to her lacy panties...she wore no bra...Emma's mind 
wandered back to her School, the end of the first term.
                                                                                               
        Cheltenham Girls School  Sunday December 3rd 4.00pm

Emma stood outside the oak door, composing herself a moment. Her heart was 
beating, and she tried to quieten herself down. She stroked her hair into place, 
and adjusted her breasts under the white lacy blouse. She had deliberately 
worn no bra, or panties, just in case. She hardly dared hope. She knocked.

'Come in, Emma. Tea's all ready.'

'Oh thankyou, Miss Constance.' The housemistress had a long experience of  
young girls, and the seduction of them. She noticed the girl had no bra on....her 
nipples were erect. And it wasn't because of cold! And she looked flushed and 
excited. She had spotted this a week earlier when talking with the girl in a 
corridor. Everything backed up her initial guess that this girl had a crush on 
her.

She closed the door. 'My that's a lovely blouse you have, Emma.' She felt the 
fabric, as they stood there by the door.' The girl leaned against her, as if  faint. 
'My, and you do look very pretty.' The girl's weight was now full against her. 
She whispered in her ear. 'And have you any special little girl-friends, 
Emma?'

'Oh no, Miss Constance.' She would have loved to say,' Except you, Miss 
Constance.' But , in fact, she didn't need to. The housemistress knew all the 
symptoms.

'I shall be your special friend, Emma. Kiss me.' They embraced, and indeed 
the girl was now nearly fainting. Hot, flushed, and leaning , as her mouth was 
invaded by a probing tongue.

She broke away a moment, and with a flowing gesture pulled the sweatshirt 
over her head, and dropped it on the ground. She now openly felt the fullish 
breast of the young girl. 'Your's are already nicer than mine, my dear. Oh, how 
I've wanted to do this!'

'Me too, Miss Constance, the girl said, pressing against the naked breast now 
offered to her. She, naughtily, put a hand inside the waistband of her blue 
jeans, feeling the flat, almost boyish belly. 

'Tea later, my dear.' She led the girl to a low couch, and started to undress her, 
undoing the clasp on her skirt, and the zip, allowing it to fall to the ground. No 
panties!
                                                                    
As she removed her own jeans the girl pulled off her blouse. 'You came with 
no underwear. Did you hope I would do this?'
                                                                                          
'Oh, yes. And you haven't got any either.'

'Same reason. I want to make love with you, Emma. Here, on the bed.'  

Emma had never heard of such a thing, and never thought of it, but it seemed 
very natural, and lovely, when the naked woman lay on top of her, and , 
opening her cunt lips with both hands, pressed her mouth in on the lightly-
haired cunt. The girl moaned as the tongue started its magic. Suddenly Emma 
wanted to reciprocate, to give pleasure to the woman she had idolised from 
afar for two months. And she exactly imitated her seducer, licking and sucking 
at the erect clit, and hairier cuntlips. Then she rolled over on top of the older 
woman, and went at her with great energy. Miss Constance marvelled at her 
excitement, and redoubled her efforts. They came off together.

Lying beside the girl, she thanked her, whispering into her ear. 'That was 
lovely, my little one. Lovely. And now, let's do it the other way. Have you 
ever done this before?'

'No. And I thought girls always did it with hands, or a candle.'

'Do you use a candle, my dear? ' She was gently diddling the girl's clit, and as 
she said this, her finger entered to the first knuckle. 'I can feel that you do. 
Good, because I've got something here better than a candle.'

The dildo was , deliberately, slimline , rather than the monsters she actually 
preferred, and certainly used on the older girls. 
'Look , we can do it like this. Yes, slip it up like I have. Now close together, so 
our legs touch . Lovely. Now we must both wriggle, and bring ourselves off 
with our fingers. ' In fact it didn't take long.

'And now, my dear, tea.'
                                                                                                                         
                 Westcot Manor Hotel Saturday June 25th 7.00p.m.

'And how do I look?' She was dressed in a smart dinner jacket, with all the 
accessories. She lit a cigar. 'And now for you. We'll make you as feminine as 
I'm masculine!'

'There doesn't seem much to my dress!'

'Ah! But it's very sexy!'

'Do you think I can really go like this. Look, it hardly covers me in front, and 
it doesn't at all behind.'

'It's going to be that sort of party. Some will hardly be wearing anything at all. 
And I won't be keeping all this on for long...or at least the bottom half! Now, 
let's sit down a bit, and chat till your brother comes in with Pat. Now , tell me, 
have you made love with any boys?' She cuddled the girl, whispering in her 
ear.

'Oh no, Prossie! Or rather, only with....' She hesitated.'

'Only with your brother.?'

'Oh, how did you guess?'

'I 've got brothers too!' In fact the sheets had told their story, and the maid had 
passed on the info.

'And what about girls?' They kissed, while Emma thought of her reply. She 
cuddled closer to Miss Van Donke. She wasn't going to tell her about her real 
love. But the others, yes. Her mind went back again to that first time with Miss 
Constance.

      Cheltenham Girls School Saturday December 3rd 4.45pm       


'And now, tea, my dear. Yes, you pour. Now, tell me,  who are the little girl 
friends who taught you to make love like that.? It was quite delightful.'

'I haven't ever done it with anyone before, Miss Constance. Only by myself.'

'And what about Monica?  She's very lovely, I think.'
                                                                                                           
'I think she's got a crush on me, Miss Constance. She's always hanging 
around. But I haven't. I only wanted you.' She laughed. 

'Emma. I don't think that's very nice. I really expected better.'

Emma was crest fallen.

'Think how unhappy you were when you had a crush on me, and I was 
ignoring you. Only because I didn't know. And think how poor Monica 
feels...and she has to see you undressing in the Dorm too! It's really too bad. 
You should help her. Promise me you'll let her love you Emma.'


       Cheltenham Girls School Sunday December 4th 5.00.                        

'Emma?'
'Look, Monica. Cut Chapel, and when there's no-one in the Dorm, we can 
have some fun if you want.'

Oh! I'd love that, Emma.' 

Ten minutes later. 'Here, on your bed. Yes , lay down and let me kiss you. Oh, 
I can feel your lovely breasts. Stroke mine too. Yes, just like that. Oh, I can 
feel your tongue. Have you any panties on. I have. Can we get undressed. have 
we got time.? I want to feel you properly, Monica.'

They threw their clothes off, and , by the bed, an ecstatic Monica sucked the 
blonde's breast while stroking her mound, through the sensible white panties. 

'I've wanted to do this so much, so long, sighed Monica.'

'I didn't know,' lied Emma.  Now, let's go on the bed. We've still got twenty 
minutes. I'm going to kiss you. have you ever done this?'

'No. How can you? Oh, Emma it's lovely. I didn't know.'

'All right. Now just lay down and let me get you really going, Monica. To 
make up for keeping you waiting so long this term!' 
                          
'Oh Emma. Don't stop. Please, don't stop. '

Emma enjoyed taking the initiative after her seduction the day before, and 
soon brought the complete novice to her orgasm.

'Emma, can I do you now?'

'I think we'd better get dressed again. The girls'll be back soon. I can hear the 
last hymn in the Chapel. Come into my bed after lights out, and we'll do each 
other. Kiss me. Now we must dress. Quick...' 


             Westcot Manor Hotel Room 7 Saturday June 25th 7.15p.m.


'Oh, Emma , you look lovely.'

'Is that really you, Giles? I really wouldn't have guessed.'

'I hope you still find me sexy!'

'Very!'

'Pat, you've excelled yourself. I find you really quite tempting.'

'And I you, Prossie. But enough of this flattery. The party started at seven. Has 
everyone had a pill?


        Westcot Manor Banquetting Suite Saturday June 25th 7.20p.m.


The scene was colourful to say the least. People stood around in the usual 
groups, four, three, two, drinking and chatting. Unusually, all were handsom or 
beautiful, and interestingly many of them had made sure that their charms 
were obvious to all. There was a great deal of 
nakedness, and lots of sexy lingerie on show. Some were openly 
caressing...men feeling bosoms and bottoms, and women with their hands on 
cocks. One group especially met the eye as one entered. A rather attractive 
blonde, perhaps in her thirties, was sucking on a hard cock while taking 
another in the cunt.

Emma felt the effects of the pill enhanced by this tableau, while Giles went 
immediately hard, his cock pushing out the flimsy nylon of the little black 
mini-skirt.

'I can see it's going to be a good party. Pat, introduce Emma to  Donna and her 
slave...Sven he's called, I think. You come with me, Giles.' They crossed the 
room to where a priest was fondling a young man, with shoulder length black 
hair, while talking to a well-set-up man and his dolly blonde.

'Peter, this is Giles. Giles, Peter is Bishop of Grantchester.'

'I like your fancy dress, Giles. Very tasty.' He shook hands, and felt up the 
mini skirt to find the erect cock. 'This is Adrian, a curate in the diocese, and 
these are Gordon and Tracy. ' He took Giles' cock and placed it on Adrian's 
prick, which developed instantly from half erect to full. 'My word, Adrian, you 
seem to fancy this little thing. Go on, kiss him, Giles. he loves to be used as a 
sex object.'

Giles was really very excited, and he pressed up against the naked young man 
and kissed him. He felt hands on his panties which made him squirm up 
against the naked body. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man called 
Peter pull his clerical garb up over his head in one fluid gesture. He was naked 
and erect, which hardness Giles soon felt pushing up against his bottom, 
looking for the spot. His skirt was unzipped, and in a moment was round his 
feet, soon to be followed by the panties. All that trouble getting dressed, and 
here he was half naked in seconds! His cock pressing against the ring of Gile's 
anus, The Bishop felt up under the black silk blouse and tweaked nipples. 'Is 
Canon Huish still at Charleston?'

Giles removed his lips from the kiss. 'Yes....'

'And does he still favour the boys?'

'Yes....'

'And does he still like to be whipped?'

'Yes...and wearing sexy clothes.'

'Adrian , here, likes to be whipped. But naked...'

The blonde wandered off, to be introduced to 'Sir Bernard'. It was her job to 
keep him very happy tonight, carrying on where his chambermaid had left him. 
She'd asked not to have to pleasure him any more, 'the pig'.

'All fours, Adrian. Now spread them.' The young man knelt naked, and rested 
his face on the carpet. Reaching behind, he pulled his arse apart . The naked 
cleric amused himself a moment, penetrating the arse with index and 
forefinger together. 'You see, my dear, how open and receptive he is. You can 
have a go later. But first the securing, and the whipping. Fix those round his 
wrists. Tightly. No, tighter. Here let me. He cinched the black leather round 
the wrists, and did the ankles himself, before fixing light iron chains that 
haung from a beam. There, now he's ready. Me first.'

He laid into the exposed bottom and thighs with a short, black whip made it 
seemed of plaited horse hair. It clearly stung, as could be seen from the fine 
red lines appearing, but seemed not to break the skin, however strongly 
applied. 

'There is nothing, no nothing, quite so stimulating as whipping a willing sex-
slave. My word, I'm quite excited by all this.' And indeed his prick was quite 
exceptionally erect, straining upwards. 'Is he hard? Feel him up for me, while I 
continue.'

As the Bishop whipped on, his cock waving with the eertion, Giles did as he 
was told, and kneeling by the groaning figure felt underneath to find a 
similarly erect penis. He ran his hand up and down, enjoying the moment. 
'He's hard, all right , sir.'

'Good. Come, my dear. Your turn now. ' He handed Giles the whip, kissing 
him on the neck as he did so. Giles could feel his own hard cock up against 
this wiry little man's. Now, lay on hard. He loves it to sting him up. I'm going 
to enjoy feeling his excitement.' And he knelt, replacing Giles.

Emma and Prossie were chatting with Donna, drinking and watching a 
complicated group writhing on the floor beside them. Prossie had her free 
hand round behind Emma, and was caressing her bottom, naked under the tiny 
mini-skirt she'd chosen for her protegee. 'I say, Donna, look what my 
brother's doing.'

They all turned round, and watched the whipping. 'I may say he's entered into 
the spirit of it'
commented Donna. 'Thank God for good public schools. Let's join them. Will 
you lead Sven over, Emma?'

'Please, Mistress'.
How charming. He wants to be whipped too. Now, Emma, I don't expect 
you,ve ever tied up a slave for chastisement, have you?'

'No, Donna. But I'd like to.'

'You will, my dear, I've no doubt. But best watch me first.'

'There, that's got him. The clothes pegs aren't altogether necessary. But he 
does so love them, and I always was an old softy.' So saying she gave him a 
great smack across his bottom. The open hand cracked like a rifle. 'Now, my 
dear, you whip him, and watch what happens to him as you do it.'

Donna stood back, leaving room for the girl to really swing the long, black, 
braided leather whip. She was getting quite hot, and her hand, without 
thinking, rubbed the satin front of her panties. The phone rang!

'Bugger', she thought.' And where the hell is it.'

Finding it under a cushion, she answered.

           Castigleoni's Restaurant  Saturday June 25th 8pm

'Gwen, I'm afraid I've a call I've got to make.'

'Of course, Henry. Don't be long. We don't want to be too late in bed tonight!'

 He called from the phone at the bar, whispering discretely 'Donna? Henry 
here.'

'Henry who?'

'No names Donna. Think....'

'Oh, Henry, of course. How are you, and when will we see you and your lovely 
wife again?'
                                                 
'This summer, I hope. I'm taking a full month's leave, and all of it on the 
island. Hope to bring another girl along with us too, if we've got her broken in 
by then. However, enough of this. Business, Donna'

'Sounds serious.'

'Could be. Have you got Sir Bernard Holdsworth with you.'

'Yes. In fact I can see him now. He's screwing one of Gordon's blondes. From 
what I can see, he's enjoying it more than her. In fact she looks bored out of 
her mind!'

'Not surprised. I expect he's only doing it in the line of duty.'

What do you mean Henry?'

'I mean he's one of mine. Working under cover.'

'But he was vouched for....'

'Fellows, the Weasel. Don't worry about him. I've got enough on him to keep 
him quiet until we've got time to sort him. Now Wallace, because that's who 
'Sir Bernard' is, Sergeant Wallace. I'm afraid you'll just have to eliminate 
him. He knows too much, even what Fellowes told him. Let alone what he's 
seen since he got to your place.'

'Thanks for the tip, Henry. I'll have him seen to. Look after your end for me. 
He's going missing.'

'Will do.' 

     Westcot Manor Banqueting Suite Saturday June 25th 8.20 pm 

She put the phone down, and considered. Oh! That'd wait. let him get on with 
it for a bit. Make him more docile and less suspicious. She went back to the 
whipping scene. By the look of the sweat on their brows, and the inflamed 
state of their victims' bums (not to mention the inflamed state of their victims' 
cocks) the children had been enjoying themselves.

'I say, Emma. I'd like to fuck yours. I mean really bugger him....'

'Let him have a go, Emma. Look, if I strap this on you, you can fuck his, too.'
                           
And so, side by side, brother and sister buggered the willing slaves. She naked 
now, except for her strap-on, and he with his rather crumpled nylons and  still 
sexy high heels.

Sven was moaning, pleasure, one assumes, while the young priest silently 
endured his martyrdom. Emma was really giving it to him hard, partly because 
the dildo cleverly pressed her clit, and gave her a thrilling jab every time she 
shoved it up him. She looked sideways at her brother, and watched his slim 
arse as he too shoved it up his partner. She remembered his activities the night 
before, and felt a sudden overwhelming desire to fuck him.

'Bishop....Peter...would you take this bottom over? Please. I want to have my 
brother, before he comes.'

'Of course my dear. That's a quite charming idea. ' As she deserted the 
kneeling acolyte, her dildo was replaced by the episcopal cock, with hardly a 
stroke lost. In a moment her dildo was up her brother's bum, as he buggered 
the kneeling Swede. And just in time, too, as he chose that moment to pump 
his sperm into the welcoming arse.

Donna had appeared, attracted by the spectacle of this unusual incest. And she 
had another mission. 'My dears. I did enjoy watching that. You are really very 
talented. But I'm afraid I've got something rather serious to ask you. You see 
that man over there? The one with the blonde.?'

'Sir Herbert, Sir Horace?'

'Sir nothing. Sir menace. He's a fake, that Sir Bernard. And pretty dangerous.'

'A journalist.' Emma covered her cunt with one slender hand.

'Worse. A detective. I needn't tell you we could all be in big trouble.'

'What can we do?'

'I'm rather depending on you. Get him to your room. Get him interested, and 
then get him to drink anything from the side-table. And don't drink anything 
yourselves.'

                     Westcot Manor Room 7 Saturday June 25th 10.35 pm.

'I say, Sir Bernard, what a wonderful cock! Sit down and watch while my 
brother fucks me, and then when I'm well-warmed up, we'll alll have a go 
together. Can I get you a drink?' Of course she could, and did! He settled back 
and watched a lovely display from the two teens.

Still naked from his exploits with Gordon's blonde, Wallace lounged back and 
watched the two who put on a good show for him. He drank his scotch and 
leaned over to pour another, as he focussed on the cock sliding in and out of a 
juicy pussy. Suddenly he felt sleepy, and despite himself nodded off.

'Oh. look. He's out cold!' Giles allowed his cock to slip out, and the two 
crossed over to the sleeper. 'I say, Giles. He's still got a hard-on. Let's have 
some fun.'

Giles pulled him forward, so he was laying rather than sitting in the chair. He 
was not sufficiently experienced to wonder at the continuing 
erection....presumably the result of the drugs he had taken earlier....but 
certainly decided to make the most of it. 

Grasping a thigh with each hand, he lowered his lips to the cock and licked 
along the shaft. 'Tastes of pussy!' he commented.'

'That'd be the blonde girl.' Emma was collecting discarded underwear from 
around the bedroom. She stretched a seamed stocking, and as an afterthought, 
rolled it onto her leg.

'Hey! They're my undies,' protested Giles.

'Come off it. You know you like girls in sexy undies...and boys come to that!' 
She had both stockings on and was fastening one of the four suspender straps. 
Now, bugger him for me. I love to watch you fuck.'

None too carefully, he pulled Wallace off the chair, till he was lying flat on his 
back. He lifted both legs, and slung them onto his shoulders, bringing the 
policeman's buttocks into position, lined up with his own stiff cock. A spit on 
his hand, and transferred to his prick, and again none too gently , he shoved it 
up the tight anus. Vindictively, as he had already decided that any enemy of 
the sexual freedom Paradise Island promised him was no friend of his, he 
fucked that tight arse as hard as he could. When he came round Wallace would 
know he'd had a cock up him! But as he shagged he watched his sister as she 
pulled on her (his!) tiny, tight, black bikini panties.

'Don't come in him. I want some soon!' She posed provocatively, one foot in 
front of the other, her belly slightly arched forward. He pulled out of the arse, 
stood up, and put his arms around her, fondling her bottom as he pressed 
against her naked tits. She raised one leg, and put it round behind him, at waist 
level. His cock pressed now against the thin nylon crotch of her panties. 
Reaching between them, she pulled the nylon aside, and his cock slipped easily 
into her cunt. He tried to move, but in this position, it was difficult to fuck 
properly.

Emma laughed. 'See. I told you you couldn't resist sexy undies. She broke 
away from him. 'Watch this!' She stood on Wallace, her full weight on his 
chest. 'That makes me feel really randy!'

'As if you weren't before! I slipped in!'

She teased his cock with her stockinged foot, flattening it, and letting it jerk 
upright again. 'Hand me your belt. Off your jeans.' She swung the belt through 
the air, enjoying the whistling sound, Until, still standing on him, she lashed 
his thighs, and perhaps his cock, once, twice, three times. 'Help me turn him 
over again. I want to whip his bottom.' This time, she held the end of the belt 
and used the buckle-end on him. The first two lashes made ugly red weals. The 
third broke the skin.

'Don't spoil his arse. I haven't finished fucking him yet!'

'Yes you have. It's my turn now!' And she lashed him twice more, leaving his 
buttocks rather a bloody mess.

'Now, I'm going to lay on top of him, while you fuck me.' she took his cock in 
her mouth, and presented her buttocks to her brother. 'No! Not there. In my 
cunt. It's aching for it!'
Aware of what she wanted, he made sure his full weight pressed against her 
breasts, pushing her down, sandwiched between the two male bodies. He knew 
he wouldn't be able to control his orgasm and was relieved when he felt and 
heard her growing orgasm, releasing him to come too.

They rolled off, and lay side-by -side, his head on Wallace's chest, and hers on 
his belly.

'You remember in the video?'

'Which bit?'

'Them playing on the beach. Especially the black boy. I really fancy him. 
Can't wait to get there, and have a go with him... can you remember him, his 
prick?'

'And what about the black girl. can you remember her tits?'

'Bigger than mine. You like them like that, don't you?'

'I like tits. I like yours especially.' He leaned over them and had a little nibble.

'I've never had a black boy....'

'What about a black girl?' His mind went back to the dormitory. Mukerjee. He 
recalled the velvet-soft skin, and the slim frame. The small, springy cock. He 
was getting hard again!

'I've had a black boy....well, not really black, I suppose. Brown, really. Indian. 
In the dormitory at night.'

'How could you see him, to see he's black?'

'Torch under the bed-clothes with us!'

Emma fondled his cock, now getting noticeably hard again. 'I'd like to be 
sandwiched between you and him. Side-by-side. You sucking me, and his 
black cock up me, and your cock in my mouth. I'm getting randy!'

'Me too. But we'd better call Donna. We don't know how long he's out for.'

Donna came in without knocking, accompanied by Peter and Gordon, both 
naked. She was wearing the flimsiest of white see-through bra and panties. She 
kicked Wallace with a bare toe. 'I see you've been having a bit of fun with 
him. Good! Take him away, and get him to the ship!'

They left, dragging the inert body. 

'Now. Can I stay with you two love-birds? She put an arm round each waist, 
and pulled their heads to her bosom, firm under the lightest of coverings. Their 
hands met behind her, Emma's inside her panties, and Giles' on the outside. 
'Show me what you've learned to do over the last few hours!'


                   MV Enfants du Paradis Monday June 27th, 4pm


Wallace felt aweful when he woke up. Where was he. He looked round. A 
porthole. Noise of engines. Warm, stale air. Motion. What the...? A ship?

His head ached. He lay back again on the low divan, trying to collect his 
thoughts. Westcot Manor.....two teenagers.....oh Shit! He remembered 
stripping in the salon, sitting down naked with a drink. He was still naked.

Gradually he realised that he'd been had....perhaps worse. His throat was like a 
desert. He sat up, and his head pulsed with pain. This wasn't an ordinary 
hangover. Drugged!

There was a sink, with a plastic glass. He got up and went towards it. What? A 
light chain round one ankle....fixed to the a heavy iron hook in the welded iron 
wall of the cabin. This was serious. He ran some water and drank two glasses. 
Feeling better, he stumbled to the closet in the corner, and emptied his bladder. 
Over to the porthole. Grey sea. Nothing else. Back to the  divan and slumped 
down. Did anyone know where he was. He collected his thoughts. At least his 
boss knew he'd gone, impersonating Sir Bernard, to Westcot Manor. They 
should be able to trace him ok.

Poor Wallace!

                     MV Enfants du Paradis Monday June 27th , 6pm 

Wallace was feeling better, and beginning to try to work out how to get out 
from his predicament when the door opened, after a rattling of keys.

'I'm the master of this vessel. Mr Leroy Washington. That's 'Captain' to you 
Inspector Wallace.' He emphasised the 'inspector.' 'And this is my Number 
One, Mr Gerald Fitzgerald. That's Mr Fitzgerald to you , Inspector Wallace.'

'I demand to be released.'

'Demand away. The key to your chain is with Miss Donna. And she's a 
thousand miles from here. Now you be peaceful, while Mr Fitzgerald and me 
gets ready.' His accent was American, but not ethnic. 'Your good friend, 
Charle Heighton  whatsisname? Goodfellow....yes, him....says you're fond of  
a bit of fun with the boys. Well, you're in luck on this ship. The Captain, the 
Number One, the Chief, both junior officers, and all eight of the crew go both 
ways, as you say in England. See this?'He pulled a pat of butter from his 
uniform pocket. 'This is to help the two of us take you. Now peaceful, while 
we strip.'

'I don't take it. Not up me.'

'I guess you'll learn over the next few days. And I guess Goodfellow didn't 
often take it 'up him' did he?'

'I can't take it that big....' And indeed the negro's cock was a real hosepipe.'

'Tough! We're all good mariners, but specially selected for size. If you get my 
drift. But you're right. I'm the biggest. And I'm also the first. Now you bend 
over, or Number One will have to hold you down.'

Wallace knew he was beaten, and submitted. The pain of the entry was 
appalling to him, but it passed, and although he felt no pleasure from the huge 
cock thrusting into him, he felt little actual discomfort. The First Officer was 
diligently greasing his cock . Ready for his turn.

To start with the Captain couldn't get his full length into the tight anus, but 
with each thrust he gained a little more, until his sweeps were the full ten 
inches of his cock, and his thighs crashed into the white arse, still slightly 
scarred from the beating at Westcot Manor. He came rather quickly, and soon 
withdrew, leaving the anus gaping, and ready for the next cock.

Fitzgerald made as if to enter the inviting hole. 'A moment Mr Fitzgerald. The 
whole crew will want a go at this. And I can't have them off watch two at a 
time. So we'd better fix him up so he can't give any trouble during the next 
two watches.  Shackle his wrists to his ankles, and now, that's it, haul him up 
till his arse is just about right. Check the level by fucking him.'


He was entered a second time, and this time protested. More about the 
bondage than the fucking. Without interrupting his companion's pleasure, the 
Captain gagged the victim with a black leather strap, reducing his yells to 
muted splutters. This second rape was effected as quickly as the first, and the 
two left with no further words.

As they left, a huge oriental ruffian entered. He already had his cock out.....



   New Scotland Yard, Conference Facilities, Tuesday June 28th 10a.m.

The Chief Superintendent opened the meeting. 'Ladies and gentlemen, I fear 
this is likely to prove to be a disciplinary matter eventually. Sgt Smith will 
minute our meeting.'

'Sgt Wallace did not report for work Monday morning. In the course of the 
morning Internal Control  discovered that a requisition for £5000 had been 
drawn by him last thing Friday, and a close examination showed the three 
signatures....including mine....were forgeries. His desk, locker, and house have 
been searched. His desk appears to have been largely cleared of personal 
effects, and his locker was empty. There are no suitcases in his house, 
suggesting a departure, and some clothes may be missing. We have to assume 
he has absconded.'

'On Friday, he had been informed of our decision to transfer him to training.  
Also his fiancee had broken off their engagement that same day.' He paused. 
'Any comments for the record?'

Several seconds' silence was broken by a grey-haired man. 'Have we been 
watching the ports and airports.'

'Yes, Sir Hugh. No positives as yet. Probably too late by Monday.'

'I agree. Next step will be to check back though his cases to see who has 
financed this flit. He didn't do it on £5000, I suspect. Some villain has paid 
him off either a once-off, or ongoing.'

'We're working on it, Sir Hugh.'

The meeting broke up, leaving Gwen and Henry in the meeting room.

'Were you surprised, Gwen?'

'Not really. He always was a runner. Couldn't face up to things......That was 
good last night, Henry.'

'Wasn't it. Been good every time since Friday. Getting better each time. Give 
us a kiss!'  

    MV Enfants du Paradis, off Atlantic Coast of North Africa Tuesday 7pm 

A strange, withered-up German man and a French couple, Monsieur and 
Madame Hugdebert, had joined the ship by a motor launch, from the coast, 
that morning. He was middle-aged and distinguished, and by her appearance 
the 'Madame' was probably a courtesy title. She and her husband had 
befriended Giles especially, and been in his company most of the day. 

Dinner on the ship was informal, and off-duty crew ate with the owners and 
their guests. It was a warm, humid night, and everyone was in bikinis or 
similar. The verandah of the ship's saloon had room for a long ,pine table, set 
up against the ship's rail, and the diners ate round three sides of it. Unlike the 
usual stark surroundings of ships' decks, as soon as they passed into sub-
tropical regions, the verandah was decorated with tropical flowers and leaves, 
that had arrived with the Hugdeberts.

At the table, on a long bench, Emma and Giles sat between the German, now 
identified as General von Heuffel, and Bishop Peter. It was already rather 
crowded, when the Hugdeberts arrived and pushed in between Emma and 
Giles. Everybody shoved up, and they managed to squeeze in, but Giles was 
very aware of the naked thigh of Madame against his own bare thigh. And her 
scantily clad tits inches from his face. Really her lemon-coloured bikini hid 
very little of her expensive sun-tan! He imagined Bishop Peter would 
appreciate having a boy's body squeezed up against him , too.

Giles had been invited to call the couple Andre and Yvette, but Emma 
addressed her partner as 'General'.

The melon course was being cleared away, when Giles felt a hand rub the front 
of his trunks, and then slip down the waist to grasp his cock, which had been 
in a state of tension throughout the meal. Was it Yvette or Peter? He looked 
down. It was the slender, feminine hand of the lady. He reached down and 
placed his hand high up on her thigh, and felt her open her legs. Now he felt up 
under the crotch of her thong, and felt the moistness of her cunt. But a fish-
course arrived. She kissed him lightly. 'You're a very beautiful boy! Andre 
and I love pretty Boys! But that's for later, I hope.'

Emma was getting on very well with the General, even to the point of agreeing 
to spend the night with him, despite his warnings, delivered in an almost stage-
german accent, that he required very special abilities from his girls.

It was at the very end of the meal that Yvette, and Andre who interrupted her, 
Asked Giles to join them in their cabin. he agreed. 'We will send you some 
clothes to wear. We are told you are very delightful when travestied, how you 
say? Cross-dressed. Make -up and dress-up for 
Andre and me. I will put on some lovely lingerie too. Andre delights in 
lingerie, on his women and his boys.' 

Giles took great care with his make-up, and with the golden wig that came 
with the package left in the cabin he shared with Emma. Emma helped him 
dress. He'd been expecting satins and silks, but found a leather harness, that 
might have been a bra if he had any tits. As it was it almost gave the illusion of 
tits as it outlined his pectorals and emphasised his tiny nipples. A suspender 
belt , too, was made of shiny , black leather, as were two cuffs, each with a 
steel ring attached. Giles knew about bondage now, of course, and half-hoped 
the sex-play would include some. The shoes and stockings were of old-gold, 
setting off his light tan and blonde wig admirably. Emma sucked his cock to 
erection for him, an instant result, as like the others at the table he'd taken his 
blue pill with the coffee, and then sent him on his way to the 
Hugdeberts'cabin. 'I've got to get ready for the General, now. He wants a 
chaste little girl!' They kissed, and parted.

In the Hugdeberts' cabin....a stateroom really, Yvette had chosen lingerie that 
showed her figure and tan off to perfection. Giles stopped in amazement as 
Andre opened the door for him, and he saw her lying on cushions on the 
immaculate white carpet. 

Andre was naked,except for white cotton socks,and not surprisingly given the 
provocative appearance of his wife and his little friend, almost painfully erect.

'But you look delicious, my dear...'

'Well, eat her then, Andre. Eat her little cock, while I watch.' She was wearing 
no panties, and Giles watched her slide a finger into her cuntlips, her legs 
splayed now, and masturbate while her husband fellated the pretty transvestite 
wanking his own cock the while. 

Possibly the French woman didn't come, but she seemed to get bored of the 
solitary amusement, and went on all fours the yard or so to her partners for the 
night. She squatted down behind her husband and replaced his hand on his 
erect cock, wanking him while pressing her tits into his back. He continued 
sucking the little cock.

                                   .................................................
At the next stateroom Emma knocked on the door, and was summoned with a 
gutteral command. 'Kom'.

The General was immaculately dressed in full dress uniform. He was too 
young (though clearly in his fifties) to have served in Hitler's army, but it was 
the black dress uniform of a Waffen SS General that he had chosen to wear. 
Despite his short stature and slender frame, he was quite commanding, even 
sinister. Emma had deliberately dressed in her teenage girl's clothes...those she 
had worn at the airport so long ago it seemed. the General looked her up and 
down. A tasty morsel!

'Mein little angel. Undress for me.'

Rather shy of this alarming man, but nonetheless excited at what she expected 
to be a stimulating experience, Emma knelt, unfastened the button and 
unzipped to lower her jeans to her knee. She was wearing plain white cotton 
knickers.

'Sehr gut!' muttered the watcher. 'Weiss panties vur die schoolgirl. Gut. Und 
der rest, now.'

She stood up and slipped her trainers and socks off before she stepped out  of 
the faded jeans. Now the loose cotton halter top' and she posed in her mauve 
trainer bra and white panties. She saw the General absent-mindedly rub his 
crotch through the heavy linen uniform, and was more confident as a result. 
Her recent experience told her she'd captured his imagination and the night 
would be a success. She turned slowly around, to show off all her qualities.

'Der rest,' he ordered. And quickly she removed the bra. More slowly she took 
off her panties, and was naked to his gaze. 

'Very good. Sehr gut. '

She went over to the bed and half lay down. Her blue eyes shone expectantly 
as she met his gaze.

'It is good. You are not too old. have you experienced pain, the pain of 
desire?'

'I'm not sure I understand , sir.'

'General. There is a type of man who takes pleasure in the inflicting of pain. 
Especially on the young and beautiful. Can you understand that?'

'I have sometimes thought about beating men. So I can understand.'

'Little vicious! I shall teach you the closeness of pleasure and pain. Your pain 
shall be your pleasure, and my pleasure. Stand. Under that hook in the ceiling. 
Now hands above your head. How delightful your breasts in that pose. They 
seem to reach to the ceiling , too.'

The stateroom had been equipped for his tastes...perhaps it had facilities for all 
sexual variations. At all events, it was the work of a moment to clip her wrists 
to leather straps fixed to a steel bar, itself suspended from a strong iron hook 
in the ceiling. He touched a switch, rather like a dimmer, and she was drawn 
up till her feet scarcely touched the ground.

It took slightly longer to position and fix a stretching bar, but this was soon in 
place, and her ankles fixed so that her nearly hairless cunt was available for hi 
pleasure.

But it seemed his pleasure was not in fucking her, at least not yet. Many men 
and women would have found it difficult to resist a pretty young body 
spreadeagled and helpless like hers, but the General contented himself as yet 
with feeling her tits, fondling her bottom, and passing his hand between her 
legs, muttering compliments to himself as much as to her as he familiarised 
himself with her body.

'You are expecting me to whip you, my little angel. Well, I shall disappoint 
you. I have no enthusiasm for active or passive flagellation, astounding as that 
must seem to a Britisher. No  mine is the simple pleasure of bondage, and 
watching you.'

Emma did not know whether she was relieved or disappointed, in fact. Perhaps 
an equal measure of both. 'But you spoke of pain, General....'

'Ah yes, the pain of bondage. For example, these.'
And he fixed to her nipples not the clamps she had seen at the party, but 
mouse traps!

'My angel, your tits are small, but your nipples are ample for this purpose! 
You are indeed fortunate I have released the spring gently. It is my pleasure 
with a street whore to snap them. Mein Got. How they squeal!. And I have 
been asked not to mark your skin. So no cigarette burns. However, your clear 
discomfort has had the right effect.' He rubbed his crotch.'

'And now, silence while I enjoy your body.' Almost as if a ritual, he inspected 
minutely every inch of her young frame, opening her arse for a close view of 
her cunt and arsehole, and eyeing her tits as he kneaded and rubbed them. 
Emma was getting bored....her nipples were numb and had stopped 
hurting....and was glad when he said. 'And now we move on. Complete 
bondage.'

As she was strapped arms and thighs to a heavy black, oak frame, it was 
obvious to Emma that she was finally going to be shagged. She couldn't 
comment, as the general had gagged her with a strip of white canvas. Her head 
was secured at about the level of her knees by two chains, whose effect was 
rather symbolic than practical. Finally she was blindfolded, very effectively 
with a black leather hood. Still the General was silent, though he was fondling 
her tits and bottom while fixing her. He seemed to have exhausted the 
compliments he used earlier.

He unzipped his immaculate trousers, and took out his erect cock. And it 
would now have been obvious why he preferred his victims blind-folded. His 
prick was tiny. Hardly more than an index finger in girth and length. 

He crossed, very quietly to the door, and opened it to admit the massive 
Captain Leroy Washington. He motioned the blackman to remain silent, and 
pointed to the bound and 
kneeling teenager. Leroy nodded, and positioned himself behind her making as 
if to enter her cunt. A wagging finger from the General who pointed at the 
tender arsehole, before annointing it with a dollop of cold-cream                                                                                                     
Leroy smiled, Levelled his rampant cock to the anus, and penetrated it, not 
without and effort given his considerable size.

Emma winced inwardly. Clearly, she thought , the General was massively 
endowed. She'd rather he used her cunt, at least for the first.  The General 
watched, wanking his less significant instrument. In a way he regretted this, 
but he was never again to suffer the humiliation of exposing his cock to a 
woman's view. Or feel it lost inside a vagina...and this happened with even the 
youngest, tightest , even the youngest, tightest anus.

He knelt on the carpet beside the couple, and as he wanked  he approached 
close, very close. His face was within a centimetre of the soft young bottom, 
and he could smell the young girl, the odour of penetrated rectum and hot twat. 
He was careful not to breath on her flesh...he didn't want her to know there 
were two men present. He intended to bask in a reputation for having a large 
and virile cock. The black man was shagging now with long and full strokes, 
and despite her bondage the girl was panting, becoming excited. And so was 
the General. He tapped the negro on the shoulder, and to Emma's dismay the 
cock was removed. The negro stood beside the General, and he too wanked his 
huge black cock, watching the anus twitch and open and close, as if 
demanding more.

The General turned her over, fully bound, her lgs spread. He looked at her, and 
renewed his wanking, in earnest now. He was going to come to a conclusion. 
Taking his cue, the negro increased his pace, and fondled his own arse. The 
General came, surprisingly copious for such a small member, and directed the 
first spurt to her face, and the second and third to her breasts. The negro came, 
and his spunk splatted over belly and tits, mingling with the General's.

Still silent, the General motioned the negro to leave, and followed him out, 
adjusting his flies as he left.

Emma was left alone, covered in come and hog-tied.

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

In the next cabin the threesome was developing well. No touch of inhibitions 
with this french couple or their young transvestite companion. She looked 
really stunning in her black satin suspenderbelt and the black leather harness. 
This accentuated her tiny bosoms, making them quite feminine and appetising. 
However, it was her cock that Andre was enjoying at that very moment. As 
Giles knelt over him he sucked at the half-erect cock, his nose nestling against 
Giles' shaven balls, sniffling the mixture of perfumes, male and female scent. 
His hands round the back of the shemale, fondled her arse and the tops of her 
shiny stockings. His wife, Yvette was sucking at his own , much harder cock. 
Probably there had been some bondage or S&M play earlier, as he was now 
wearing a light, black-leather harness, almost the match of Giles' more 
feminine version.

'That's good. ' Giles decided to try out his french. 'Ca c'est tres bon. Ne quitte 
pas!.'

Yvette abandoned her husband's cock a moment...in any case he was getting 
dangerously excited, and she knew he'd rather have this shemale's bottom 
than her own mouth for his first , hot-flowing cum. 'Tu parle francais!' She 
knelt behind Giles and pressed her tits against his back, her hands tweaking his 
nipples. Andre felt the young cock harden in his mouth, and sucked even more 
avidly. It was getting difficult to keep it in his mouth now, as it kept wanting 
to spring up. He held it in his left hand and ran his mouth up and down the 
shaft.

Between the two of them, the Hugdeberts tipped the blonde over on his side, 
Now Andre's cock was offered to Giles, who took it in, full-length, while 
Andre again sucked at his prick. Slightly left out of it for a moment, Yvette 
cuddled up against Giles' back again, and played with her own clit, while still 
pressing her firm tits into the shemale's back.

On an impulse, Giles licked the frenchman's arse and then slipped his tongue 
into it. Andre giggled. With her charming french accent, his wife told Giles her 
man was very fond of a tongue, or a prick, or indeed anything at all up his 
rectum. 'He has me fuck him with a 
strap-on.' Giles took this for his cue, and with a minor re-arrangement of their 
positions on the bed entered his arse.
                                            
He wasn't tight. In fact he obviously had had a lot of cocks up him. However, 
he was clearly enjoying it as the shemale slowly and gently shagged him. He 
closed his eyes, lay back, and propped one leg up by holding his ankle, so that 
the way should be clear. Giles watched Yvette suck the hard cock, and tickle 
the back of her husband's balls.Giles was enjoying this, and as he increased 
the tempo a bead of sweat appeared on his lightly  made-up forehead. He 
caressed the thigh of his partner, and admired the sun-tan of the french girl, 
who was now showing all her nation's skill, sucking and caressing the cock.

Giles rolled more onto his side as he felt his climax approaching. He felt for 
the girl's firm right breast  and squeezed it as he thrust hard into her husband. 
He reached down and gripped the base of his cock, strangling the orgasm, and 
saving it for later, while Giles pumped into him. 

Now it was Giles' turn. 'I'm afraid this may not take me very long,' Andre 
said as he stuck his cock into the shemale's waiting arse. Giles looked back 
over his shoulder, and saw the look of ecstacy on the man's face as he sunk his 
prick in. And the woman was tickling her husband's arse, while masturbating 
with her other free hand as she knelt behind him. She leaned down and licked 
at the hole still twitching from the fucking. Giles watched her face, and saw 
her come. She must get off on seeing her husband fuck, he thought. But Andre 
was hardly moving now, as he allowed his orgasm to build. This time he let it 
go, and hardly moving within the shemale's arse, he came, pumping incredibly 
hot come into him.
                                                                                          
Next door Emma was still lying spreadeagled on the floor. The cum was 
beginning to dry a bit. She was tightly bound, but oddly, didn't feel very 
uncomfortable. In fact her cunt was hot, and she would have enjoyed another 
session like the last one. As she thought about this she squirmed, and the hemp 
rope rubbed against her clit. She squirmed some more, and was on the point of 
bringing herself off when she heard the door open. Hands ungagged her, and 
took off the blindfold. She blinked and found herself confronted by a truly 
magnificent black cock. Leroy...for it was him again, undid her other bonds, 
and wipped the cum off her tits and belly with a towel, which he threww into 
the corner of the cabin.

'That's a little better, angel! Let me rub a little life into your legs.' He rubbed 
her thighs and then her tits with his great paws.

'You've got a lovely big one, Captain, and I like your tattoos. Can I touch?' 
Her eyes shone as she felt the tattoo on his thigh and then touched his cock.

You sure can, angel. And yes, that's right, run your hand up and down it, jerk 
it for me.'

'You're really big. You must be as big as the General.'

'You've seen his?'

'No, because he blindfolded me. But I know he's big, because I felt him while 
he had me.' She giggled, 'In my bottom. Do you like this?' She was running 
her right hand up and down the black, veiny shaft while tickling his huge, 
shiny balls with the tips of the fingers on her left hand.

'I sure do. And I like these. ' He was fondling her breasts, the black skin of his 
hands contrasting with the softer, white skin of her tits. I guess the General 
always blindfolds his boys and girls. Must like it that way.' Leroy was not 
going to let the General's secret out of the bag! 'Now suck me.' Leroy rested 
his hand on the blonde hair, and gently pulled the head into him.

Young as she was, Emma had had a great deal of practise over the past week, 
and she was able to take the whole length into her throat , while at the same 
time moving her tongue against the shaft. Gagging a moment, she drew back, 
and gripped the shaft with finger and thumb, while running her tongue round 
the huge knob. Leroy sighed, and as she again swallowed his prick, started to 
shag her mouth. He looked down at her tender young body, her eager eyes, and 
smiling face. How stupid, the General, he thought, not to want the pleasure of 
a fully active nymphette. Why tie her up when she was so avid for sex of all 
kinds.

She took the cock out, laughed , and swallowed it again. It was almost too 
much for Leroy, despite his earlier arse-fuck. He was in danger of coming! 
'Hold off a minute, angel, I want your sweet little cunt.'

As they lay in each others' arms, she on top of him, he kissed her and felt her 
answer his lips with her own. Her hard little bottom, yes, the arse he'd shagged 
ingognito an hour before, pressed down on his belly. He fondled her breasts 
with both hands, felling the hard but little-girl nipples between his fingers and 
thumbs. She squirmed, and reached down to feel her clit. She opened her cunt 
with one hand, pulling gently at his crispy hair with the other. 'I've never had a 
black man before. Please fuck me, Captain. Please give me your cock.' 

Leroy kept his left hand on her breast, pulling her down onto him, but reached 
under with his right, and his fingers joined hers in stimulating her cunt. He 
stuck a finger in and felt her squeeze.

That's lovely, but I want your big, big thing in me. In my cunt. Please.'

And in it went. Leroy had no qualms...she might be young, but if her anus had 
been able to accommodate him, he was sure her cunt could. She opened her 
legs wide, and he held her ankles, splitting her even wider. His cock rested 
against her hairless cunt. She moved her hips, rubbing her clit against the 
knob. He pressed with it, and it slipped in as far as the rim of the knob. She 
sighed, and raised her hips again as he pushed it home. In.

'Now! Hard! Hard! Give me it! Hard!'

He took her at her word and shagged her as hard as he would any dock-side 
whore.  He hadn't been as excited by any girl in years. The combination of 
sweet innocence and complete whorish randiness was almost too much to bear. 
In and out his great black tool reamed her sensitive cunt. 

'Im coming!' she yelled. And they both came.
                                                                              
       MV Enfants du Paradis, off Paradise Island Friday 11.30am

The children were excited, as were the crew and indeed all the guests. An hour 
before land had been sighted. It was Paradise Island. 

'I can't wait, Giles!' Emma kissed him, her naked body just a moment against 
his.

'You want that black boy from the film...'

'Why not? Any way you do too. Look at you...' She playfully slapped his hard 
cock.

Donna and Yvette were in fairly heavy fetish gear. They had been embracing, 
but as Donna spoke they broke apart. 'I think we should do something about 
Inspector Wallace before we land.'

'How is he?'

'Resigned would be the best word for it. And a sore arse! All the crew have 
had him. Often.
Leroy! Have him brought on deck.'

In the shade of the salon, the silent Wallace was strung up in a position of 
great availability. Two of the crew members knelt in front of him. One spread 
the thighs, while the other first annointed his anus with cold cream, and then 
masturbated it with three fingers.

'That should be enough' giggled Donna. Now a few of you fuck him, while we 
watch.

Leroy was first. While the guests sipped their drinks and played with their own 
or others' bodies he fucked the captive in the arse. Hard, quick , brutal. Then 
another negro, then a white, another white, and the Chinese cook. Wallace 
made no complaint, but just took it all, silent. He was not erect! 

'Anyone else?' asked Donna. 'All done?  Well, let him down on the saloon 
floor. Donna and Yvette asserted their domination in the traditional way.
                                                                                                     
Yvette stood astride him, her tan nylon-clad legs gripping him between her 
calfs, while Donna ground her spiky black stiletto heel into the mat of his hair. 
'Suck her shoes, slave.'

Crew and guests laughed as he submitted to the two women.

Giles found it very exciting, and his little cock was quite hard. He kissed his 
sister, and felt her. She, too, was excited. Now, one hand on his own cock, and 
one on his sister's clit, he watched the adult games.


Donna noticed his erection. 'Look at this lovely one.' She drew the attention of 
everyone to the young couple. 'Giles and Emma. Give us all a show, and I'll 
give you a very special reward.'.

Giles looked a moment at his sister, enquiring, but she was all over him in a 
moment. She had found the fucking and abuse of Wallace very exciting, and 
wanted nothing more than her brother's cock.

She lay backon a bench, supporting herself on her elbows,  her eyes half-
closed while Giles skillfully reamed her tight little cunt. The crew and guests 
fell silent while they admired these two young people fucking completely 
without inhibition.

Andre spoke, quietly. 'I wish I'd been as free when I was their age.'

'Yes. That is what The Foundation is all about,' agreed Donna. We all envy 
our young friends their sexual freedom, and the diversity of their young 
knowledge. She is going to be a real beauty one day....look at those lovely 
young tits forming. '

'And he's going to be a real stud.' This from Leroy. 'He's brought her off 
already.' And indeed, Emma was coming, and had collapsed back on the 
bench. Leaning over her, her brother pumped a load of jism into her.'

'That was lovely. And now your prize.' Donna whispered to Leroy.

There was a flurry of crew activity, and a yellow rubber dighy was inflated. 
Tied to a line, it was dropped over the side.

'Now pitch him in. No, untie him. If we miss, he'll need to swim and pull 
himself in.' They pitched him overboard, and didn't miss the dinghy. He sat in 
it , looking quite forlorn. The line was let out , until he was being pulled along 
about fifty yards behind the vessel.

'Now Emma and Giles, I've got a good game for you. Sink the boat!' She 
handed Emma an air-pistol.

'You go first, Giles.' She handed it over to him. He loaded it, and resting his 
arm on the rail, fired. The first shot penetrated high up on the side of the 
dinghy. Aghast, Wallace stuck his finger over the hole to keep the air in. Giles 
re-loaded and handed it to Emma. The second shot hit exactly the same place 
on the other side of the dinghy. Now Wallace had his arms stretched out, one 
hand over each hole. Giles took the pistol back, re-loaded, and fired. Whether 
by accident or design, this pellet clipped Wallace's wrist, and several drops of 
blood dripped onto the side of the dinghy, and down into the water. He still 
dared not relinquish his hold on the sides of the dinghy.

Emma's next shot gave him a problem, as he only had two hands, and there 
were now three holes. They laughed as he desperately switched from one to 
another. The boat was going floppy as it lost air. And now the whole took a 
sinister turn (as Donna had intended). The blood in the water attracted a shark. 
Two. Three. Several. Panic stricken, he tried to climb higher, away from the 
water. Crew, guests and children were silent as the boat finally became a mere 
sheet of rubber, and Wallace was pulled under, his scream becoming a gurgle, 
and then silence, as the water foamed in a feeding frenzy.

'And good riddance,' said Donna.

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                   Saturday, late afternoon, Port Paradise

There was a steel band, dancing, beautiful people of all races. A real carnival.

'I haven't seen him yet, Giles. You know, the black boy.'

I bet he's over there on the beach. You remember, from the film.'

It seemed a long time ago that they'd been shown the video, but Emma did 
remember. 'Giles, let's sneak away and have a look. We can always come 
back. No-one's going to miss us here.'

They left the crowded harbour and wandered along the beach.

'I'm going to swim'

'Me too.'

What a picture they were, naked. Young blonde angels. All sweet innocence, 
but sexually talented and experienced. The boy didn't need his feminine 
undies to make him most people's wet-dream. They left their few clothes in a 
heap, and strolled hand-in-hand over to the palm-trees in front of what they 
knew from the film to be the living chalets.

And there he was lying in the sun, oblivious to everything, his eyes shut, and 
pulling at his cock.

The two stood hand in hand and watched.

Emma put her finger to Giles lips, fearing he would speak and break the spell. 
Since her fun with Leroy she had thought of little else than this beautiful 
boy...and here he was... and hard....and playing with his cock. It was almost 
too much. Beyond her wildest hopes.


He was still unaware of them as they knelt, one each side of him in the soft 
sand. 

'Let me do that for you.' Giles whispered in  his ear, and gently removed the 
boy's hand from his cock, rubbing it with his own. Emma leaned over his 
chest, and brushed his hard brown nipples with her lips.

He was just too lovely!

'Man, that's good,' he said, as Emma leaned down and took his knob in her 
mouth while her brother still wanked her. He must have been on the brink of 
coming as they arrived, because in seconds he was spurting his come into 
Emma's mouth, while Giles still softly wanked him. Emma swallowed it all, 
and licked him dry.
      
'My, that was good. Are you the new people? We were told you're coming 
today. We were very keen. Couldn't wait to meet you .All the kids thought you 
looked very sexy. We got your photos a week ago. I thought you looked 
smashing in your undies. You'll get plenty of chances to wear them here. In 
the evenings. And a lot of the patrons and guests like us boys to dress up for 
them. You look better than I do!' He babbled excitedly on.

'I've been looking forward to meeting you...and I think you've got a smashing 
body. Would you like to fuck me?'

'Plenty of time. Everyone wants to have you...both of you. Look, here comes 
Donna.'

He got up and ran towards her. She was wearing a thong now, having left her 
fetish gear aboard. He threw himself into her arms and they kissed.

'Good. You've met Oyo I see. I know you wanted to meet him, Emma. And if 
you all want that, we've set up a chalet for the three of you to use for the time 
being. Good, I can see you want that. Oyo, Emma and Giles are the children of 
an English Earl. They're here on holiday. Oyo is the son of a n African 
President, unfortunately overthrown....and he's here permanently, or at least 
until his family fortunes recover.'

'Oh I am sorry,' started Emma.

'No, suits me. My Dad's got umpteen wives and more children. I'm much 
better off here...especially now you've arrived.'
                                                  
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                       Saturday evening, Chalet seven


There was a knock on the door.

'That must be Donna...she's always polite.' Oyo opened the door.

'I thought I'd come round before dinner. I hope you three haven't fucked each 
other silly!'

Emma replied. 'Well we have had a bit of fun. We haven't got dressed again 
yet.'

'Don't!' I could fancy a bit of fun before dinner myself.' So saying, she 
stepped out of the scarlet thong which had been her only clothes, and inviting 
Emma to lay down, opened her cunt lips with both hands and glued her face to 
the salty slit.

And almost at the same moment Oyo was into her bottom...or perhaps her 
cunt. At all events she looked over her shoulder and laughed. 'Yes, it's been 
two months, lover-boy.' She returned to licking out Emma. Giles contented 
himself with fondling the back and shoulders of the negro as he fucked Donna.

Donna concentrated on giving the absolute utmost of pleasure to the lovely 
little blonde. Expertly she ran her toungue round and round the plumping lips 
while she pulled and twisted the nub. Then ,her mouth on the nub, nibbling, 
she gently inserted her index finger in the welcoming cunt. The vagina was 
that of a young girl. How lovely it was, Donna thought, to feel the firm , slick 
cunt of a young girl. It gripped her finger as Emma's passion rose.  Donna 
thought about Oyo, in her cunt actually, and contrasted his body in her mind's 
eye with her other favourite negro lover, Leroy. When she was with Leroy she 
preferred him...he filled her so completely, and she loved his weight on her tits 
as he came. But when with young Oyo, she preferred the finer, slimmer boy's 
body.  The thought was too much for her, and she came. Oyo fucked on, 
profitting from the sex during the day , which slowed him down.

Emma was enjoying the expert loving of Donna, but was just a little bit jealous 
of Oyo's cock. She would have liked it again. But she knew her turn would 
come. The thought of this, and the finger in her vagina made her come.

Oyo had been waiting weeks for his favourite fuck, Donna. Though he had a 
dozen boys and girls, and all the passing patrons and guests, not to mention the 
islanders, all these people to chose from, it was Donna's bum that obsessed 
him. With this thought, he removed his cock from her tight cunt, and  using 
the love juices generated already to lubricate it, inserted his prick in Donna's 
even tighter bottom. Donna asked Giles to give her his cock , too, and he left 
his work on the negro's body to add to her excitement by putting his knob in 
her mouth.

Emma had already come, of course, so she didn't really feel left out of it. 
However, she looked at Donna sucking the hard little cock and decided she'd 
have a bit of it , too.

She lay beside the trio and started to share her brother's cock. Donna paused a 
moment to watch her, and then gave him the pleasure of two mouths on his 
prick. Oyo    worked even harder on her bottom, secure in the feeling he could 
go on and on for ever. But he didn't have too, as Donna came. He gave her a 
few more thrusts to let her down lightly, and then made to fuck the blonde 
Emma.
                                               
'Let's see if she can take both of us,' suggested Giles.

'Oh, no! ' This was the first time Emma had protested, ever. But she was 
genuinely worried. I'm not sure....'

Well let's see.'

It was accomplished in the traditional way for threesomes. Emma knelt over 
her brother first, and got his prick firm and deep up in her before Oyo 
penetrated her cunt on top of the white cock. As they shagged, both boys had 
the incredible stimulus of feeling their shafts run up and down another cock, 
while gripped within a hot little cunt. Emma took it in her stride in the event, 
and all three came, nearly together.

Emma broke the silence. 'Donna, I don't ever want to go home again. Do I 
have to. Can't I stay here like Oyo?'

'Me too, Donna. I don't want to leave. I'll be ever so helpful...with the patrons 
and guests, and all.'

'Of course you can stay, my angels. As long as you want. We were all hoping 
you'd ask. Now let's go to the cafeteria and tell the others the good news. No 
let's not get dressed.'

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