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The Choices
Club
Author: Broadsword
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THE CHOICES CLUB
Keywords:
Man/girls 7-11, voy, 1st, ped,
pett, solo, spank, anal, oral, ws,
rom, bd, rape, nc,
Summary: Sam, a war wounded veteran, returns to his home town,
and has a job as janitor in the local school. He forms a club for young girls,
providing friendship and companionship, but much more, of course for himself.
During a school camping trip, he gets to know many of the girls very
intimately. After busting a local drug ring, he acquires huge funds, to enable
him to develop the club. He takes them to
Word count:
298,000 This is long take it as a holiday read!!
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INTRODUCTION
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Many authors
will tell you that when they start writing a new book, they have no idea how it
will evolve. That the characters in this story somehow developed their own
personalities and almost made demands on the author as to how their story
should be told. This story was originally called �The Janitor�, but as the
theme of choices emerged, so did the concept of how choices affect us and those
around us. The following are three quotes I picked out, which I hope you will
enjoy, as I also hope you also enjoy the story.
Please do let
me have some feedback on this, my fourth (and favourite) book to have written
so far. I write in the Queen�s English, not US, and I appreciate that as this
story is set in the
�Life is about
choices. Some we regret, some we�re proud of. Some will haunt us forever.
The message: we are what we chose to be.� �Graham Brown
�Choices are
the hinges of destiny.� �Edwin
�I believe
that we are solely responsible for our choices, and we have to accept the
consequences of every deed, word, and thought throughout our lifetime.� �E
There is a
list of the main characters in this story, at the end.
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CHAPTER 1
Monday
Afternoon � To catch a thief.
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The young girl
slowly entered the shower cubicle. Sam noticed that she was on her own, her
friends had already headed home for the day, following their after school
activities and team games. It was late, and he had been about to start his
evening locking up duties. He thought she looked distracted, clearly thinking
something through, not concentrating on what she was doing. She carried her
fluffy blue towel over one arm, which she unconsciously hung on one of the
hooks fixed to the dividing wall between her cubicle and the next. In her other
hand there was a small, school issue, mauve holdall bag of the type which all
the pupils used to keep their day clothes in when doing field sports, swimming
or gym and taking their sports kit home in for washing.
She dropped
the bag onto the wooden bench fixed to the wall, and sat down. Leaning over the
bag, she unzipped it. She pulled out her red and black regulation pleated
tartan skirt, her white blouse and clean underwear and dumped them in a heap on
the bench. Sam was a little surprised she didn�t hang these up with the towel.
But clearly her concentration was held by what else was in the bag. She had a
distant smile on her face. It wasn�t a warm smile. It was a �cat has got the
cream� sly smile. She reached into the bag, pulled her house shoes out and
dropping them onto the floor, reached in and fondled something inside the bag.
After a few moments, she suddenly seemed to come awake, and gathered her wits,
looking around her. The young girl stood, and started to undress. As she did
so, she looked into the bag a couple more times, and then smiled at her own
reflection in the large mirror mounted on the wall of the cubicle. She was
obviously very pleased with herself for some reason. But pleased or not, she
was undressing, and he waited in impatient anticipation for what she was going
to show him.
When Sam had
left school, in fact this school, he had joined the army. There, having been
selected for the special forces, he had learnt most of his technical skills,
which would stand him in good stead for the rest of his life. During his last
posting to
Sam was now
officially the school janitor. However, his duties were many and varied. He
cleaned the place, made repairs, drove the small school bus for trips. He
helped with organising school events, worked back stage in the school theatre
when they held concerts and plays, maintained the swimming pool and gymnasium,
as well as the 1001 jobs that needed doing daily. He was the Mr. Fixit. Everyone in the school and indeed the small town
where it was located, knew and liked Sam. The ladies of the town especially
admired his fit physique, his rugged good looks with his cobalt blue eyes,
unruly sandy coloured hair giving him a friendly shaggy dog appearance.
Having been a
physical training and unarmed combat instructor in the army, he had been
encouraged to take a short teaching diploma, so now with the status of a member
of the teaching staff, he could teach the children self defence and outdoor
pursuits, such as this weekend�s camping trip. He occasionally helped out with the
swimming and gym classes if they were short handed. He had another side line
though, when he came out of the army, he had been recruited by his old platoon
commander, a huge man of Irish extraction,
Sam only had a
couple of vices. At the age of 25, he enjoyed going to watch the matches played
by the local girls junior netball team, and always celebrated their winning
afterwards with - too much to drink, and drowned his sorrows when they lost,
with - too much to drink. Having said that, he never lost control, and never
disgraced himself. His other vice was that he was a closet p�dophile
and voyeur. No one would ever have guessed his secret from his behaviour,
because he had never yet touched a child or even looked lasciviously at one in
public. He had been very, very careful about that. He had also been waiting for
the right opportunity to put that right. Over the years he had sown seeds and
made plans. He now intended to germinate those seeds and put his plans into
action.
His
opportunity to practice his voyeurism had come by accident. It had been about a
year after he had started working at the school. The chief maintenance man had
retired, leaving just Sam on his own. In truth the man had all but retired
several years ago, and Sam had been drafted in to stop the school falling
apart. Slowly Sam had pulled all the loose ends together, and after the guy
retired, and not been replaced, it resulted in Sam�s minor, but, to him
important promotion. He still insisted on being called the Janitor, not �Head
of maintenance�, or even assistant gym teacher, which his new position entitled
him. With it had come the use of a small grace and favour apartment above his
workshop, which was attached to one end of the changing rooms. As he now lived
on site, he was always around. Sam, since his P.T.S.D. needed little sleep, so
at night he tended to work, cleaning and maintaining the school, and was
unofficially the security guard to boot. He was now simply indispensable to the
school, loved by all and trusted implicitly.�
During the day he had some free time to follow his �interests�.
Some years
back, he had been called in to the administration office, and asked if he could
renovate the junior school changing and shower facilities during the long
summer vacations. The problem was it was on a budget, so he could have a free
hand, providing he kept it simple, or in his translation, cheap. As long as he
was within budget, he could use his own design and keep the excess money for
himself. Sam was happy with that arrangement.
As required,
Sam�s design was simple. The boys on one side, the girls on the other. In
between was a service corridor containing all the water feed and drainage pipe
work, electrical supply cabling and air extraction ducting. This corridor was
about four feet wide. Along the ceiling the colour coded hot and cold water
feed pipes were mounted from hanging brackets, as were the cable trays carrying
the wiring.
T- junctions
supplied small pipes dropping down where needed, passing through the wall of
the changing rooms, to supply the wash hand basins, showers and lavatories.
Along the floor, which sloped slightly towards one end, the soil pipes ran. The
corridor floor was about a foot below the floor level of the changing rooms, to
provide a drop for the waste water down into the soil pipes. Every pipe, wire,
drain and valve was accessible, making maintenance simplicity itself. At the
far end of the corridor was a stairwell leading down to the swimming pool pump
room.
The changing
rooms were divided into three sections. A locker room where the children could
enter the building and keep their belongings, change their clothes and prepare
for whatever activities they were playing. This ran parallel to the corridor
along the length of the building. Between the locker room and the corridor,
were the lavatories, each with it�s own cubicle and door; the wash hand basins;
and the half dozen showers, each with it�s own cubicle which included a �dry�
area where the pupils could get dressed. The shower cubicles did not have doors
to them, as these were the junior school facilities. Each was spacious and had
two shower heads, so more than one child tended to use each cubicle at a time.
In the
lavatories and shower rooms, the wall panelling was a white plastic cladding
material, with 4 inch wide broad black horizontal stripes. Sam had installed
them so the lowest cladding panels came about three foot up the wall from the
floor. There was a gap of about four inches, then the upper panel. This gap was
where all the service� pipes were passed
through the wall from the corridor. Finally, Sam had skilfully masked off the
gap using thick black acrylic, screwed to the wall, but easily removable if any
maintenance was needed. Because the acrylic was the same width as the
decorative black stripes of the panels, the walls gave a smart continuous,
waterproof, modern look, and the joins were invisible. However, what was not
apparent, was that the black acrylic was transparent when viewed from the dark
corridor, giving Sam an uninterrupted view into the childrens� changing
facilities.
Sam had
carefully made some screening sheets on the inside of the acrylic panels, to
ensure they weren�t visible if someone entered the corridor without his
knowledge and made a casual inspection. Sam had used the excess funds from the
budget to buy several small digital cameras which he could mount on some
brackets facing into the showers and lavatories.
So here he was
this late Monday afternoon enjoying his favourite pastime, sitting on a low
wooden stool, watching an uninterrupted view of a young girl getting undressed
for her shower. He guessed she would be about 10 years old. She was quite a
pretty little thing. She had a rounded face, with a ski jump nose, a big dimple
in each of her cheeks, which he noticed deepened when she had smiled. She had
strawberry blond hair, which came to just below her shoulders. It was crinkled,
from, he presumed, where she had plaited it, and now let it loose. Her eyes
were a very dark brown. He could have been forgiven for thinking they were
black. He knew her name, but was just trying to recall it. Suddenly it came to
him. She was Elizabeth Browning. He remembered, because the staff had joked
about the fact� her mother was a keen
poetry reader and having the same surname as the famous poet, had named the
unfortunate child after her.
She was
wearing her PE kit, a blue pair of track suit leggings and a white sports top.
On her feet were a pair of running sneakers over white socks. Elizabeth, or
Lizzie as he had heard the other girls call her, looked fairly fit, although
she could probably, like most kids these days, do with losing a couple of
pounds around the waist.
She removed
her wrist watch and placed it carefully on the wooden bench, followed by her
spectacles. She kicked off her shoes, shoving them under the bench, and pulled
the socks off, tossing them to one side. Next, she slipped her thumbs into the
elastic waist band of the leggings, and turning away from Sam, bent and slid
them down in one smooth movement. He had a direct view of a pair of cream/white
sport panties, drawn tightly over her bottom. They were perhaps a size too
small for the growing girl, and they were pulled deeply into the crack of her
firm rounded bottom. She stood upright and quickly slipped her top over her
head, and dropped it onto the bench alongside her other clothing. She was
wearing a training bra. Quite why ten year olds did this, Sam couldn�t fathom,
as she, like most of his favourites, was as flat as a pool table.
Sam watched as
she reached behind her struggling to catch the clasp of the bra. Shrugging it
off, and turning towards him, he was rewarded with a view of her areol�, which were little more than bee sting pinkie red
circles with tiny nipples in their centres, He also noticed as he cast his eyes
down over her, that her panties, being small for her, were tight into her cleft
showing him a very clearly defined camel toe. She turned to the mirror, and
using her index fingers, rubbed her nipples a little, as if to get the
circulation back into them. Finally, again turning away from him, using her
thumbs, she swept her panties down her thin thighs. As she bent, Sam could see
the brown hole of her wrinkled, asterix shaped rosebud pucker into view, the
skin around it winking at him. As she lowered her panties, her cleft came into
view, and just as she was about to stand again, he could see her labia, which
seemed to have grown, reluctantly peel apart, providing him with a view of
heaven for just a moment, the darker shadow of her vagina disappearing as
quickly as it had appeared.
As she washed,
he noticed she kept returning to rub her fingers through her slit. As she did
so, he could see that her clitoral hood slowly became engorged, and enlarged,
and started to protrude from her cleft. After a few minutes it was clear she
had finished her wash, and was simply enjoying her body, as Sam was too. She
moved her feet further apart, tilted her head back. One hand held onto a pipe
for support, while the other moved over her mons. Her fingers deftly pressed
into her cleft, causing her prominent mound to bulge out further. Her middle
finger now was flicking across her clitty in a fast, seemingly well practiced,
rhythm.
Suddenly, she
stopped. She straightened up, and the sly smile returned to her face. Turning,
she moved towards her bag and looked at her watch, nodding in satisfaction. She
wiped her hands on her towel, and reached inside. What she pulled out stunned
Sam. He immediately recognised what it was. Although he hadn�t seen it before,
he recognised it, because the police had been searching the school most of the
day for it, after it, or they, as it was one of a pair, had gone missing. It
was a Japanese Tanto dagger. It was impossible to
know it�s value, but it was known to be worth a fortune, perhaps millions. The
pair of knives and their accompanying Samurai sword had been kindly loaned to
the school as part of a cultural exchange. The sword, being too large to hide
easily had been left, but the two daggers had vanished.
The blades,
about six inches in length, were known to be lethally sharp. The handles also
were about six inches. The scabbard was, or looked like it was, made from
Ebony. It was a mirror image of the handle, in that it was oval in profile,
very slightly curved, with a rounded end. The scabbard and handle were inlaid
with ivory and some beautiful mother of pearl scrolling. It was exquisite work.
When assembled, the handle and scabbard appeared as one piece with no join, so
beautifully was it crafted. To remove the blade from the scabbard, the handle
had to be twisted a few degrees, whence it slipped out easily. Sam watched
fascinated.
The naked
preteen girl stepped back towards and faced him, under the falling shower
cascade, and quickly resumed her masturbation. Only now, after a few moments,
she started to rub herself with the handle and scabbard of the dagger. She
again grabbed the pipe for support, and still facing Sam, leaned back, so that
her belly arched out towards him. Her pussy was now only a matter of inches
away from Sam�s hungry eyes, as she again spread her legs further apart. Sam
could now clearly see her pink inner labia lips, as the black oval shaft moved
through her cleft, making her whole mound bulge out as she did so. The girl�s
breathing was beginning to get ragged.
There was a
slight pause in her movements, and Sam could see that instead of just rubbing
the shaft along the inside of her pussy lips, she had now turned it so that the
rounded end was being pressed into her. She adjusted her stance, moving her
feet even further apart, leaning back more, still holding the pipe for balance,
and arching her belly further forward, so that her hand holding the dagger�s
handle was almost touching Sam�s acrylic viewing window, and slid the shaft
slowly into her wet, pink, engorged vagina. He heard her gasp as little by
little it disappeared into her. She had pushed perhaps four inches in, when she
reversed her movement, and slid it most of the way out before pressing it in
again a little further and a little faster.
Lizzie was
completely absorbed into a world of her own. The eroticism of using this
stolen, valuable, fifteenth century, antique to bring her off had overwhelmed
her. She enjoyed getting her jollies, but this was something else.� Her eyes were screwed up, as she leant as far
backwards as she could, her weight supported by her outstretched arm, gripping
the pipe. Her other hand pushing the shaft in and out of her hungry cunt,
giving the most wonderful sensations of her whole young life. She could feel
it�s end shoving against her inner itch. She wanted more. She reached down, and
Sam stood transfixed, as he watched her take hold of the shaft of the scabbard
just below her pussy, and the handle of the knife a few inches lower down. She
twisted it slightly, separating the two halves and lowered the knife, leaving
the scabbard fully inside her. Sam could see several inches of the lethal blade
appear, as if from within her. She then quickly shoved it back into place, it
making a thump as the blade went home in the scabbard, deep inside the girl.
She lowered the blade again several inches before shoving it back up with
another thump, then repeated the movement several times, speeding up as she
did. Sam noticed the pounding of the blade into the scabbard had pushed the
shaft into her vagina almost up to the join between the handle and scabbard. It
looked as though she was shoving a naked blade into herself. The child�s climax
when it stormed in nearly made her legs give way beneath her. The sensations
washed through and through her. She was unaware of the loud noises she was
uttering. Sam was vaguely worried it might alert other staff members, if they
hadn�t gone home yet, to come and investigate. Finally, slowly, with trembling
legs and arms, she straightened up. Her breathing still coming in short gasps.
Sam hadn�t
been able to hold himself back. He had been firmly working his cock from the
first moment he saw the naked girl step towards the shower. Over the three
years he had been watching the hundreds of girls from this viewing gallery, he
had never known such an intense orgasm as the one which now overwhelmed him. He
had learnt to cum quietly. He was aware that any noise he made may be heard the
other side of the thin cladding wall. He smiled to himself, as he noticed his
semen running down the acrylic window, just an inch or two from the girl�s
pussy, as she too enjoyed herself in the final throws of her climax. Sam
definitely felt he had got the best job in the world, but now he had another
job he had to do.
�Lizzie finished getting dried off and dressed.
Her mum was going to pick her up in about forty five minutes, on her way home
from work. Usually she got a lift with her friend Hannah�s mum, but Hannah
hadn�t felt too good, and had left early. She packed her things into the bag,
had a last look around and headed through the door. As she entered the lobby,
Sam came in through the outer door, and they almost collided.
�Oh, sorry,�
said Sam, �I didn�t realise anyone else was still here. Shouldn�t you have left
by now, Lizzie?�
�I�m waiting
for my mum,� she answered with a sneer, �anyway what�s it got to do with you?
You�re just a janitor, you can�t tell me what to do. Besides, what are you
doing sneaking into the girls� changing rooms?�
Ignoring her
jibe, he noticed she was holding the bag between her thumb and finger, so it
was the movement of a second, he snatched the bag, and stepped through the,
still closing, door entering the girls changing room. Before she could react,
he had unzipped the bag and tipped the contents onto the table which was in the
centre of the room. Lizzie was still wrenching the door back open following
him, as the two daggers rolled off the pile of clothing onto the wooden table
top.
�Well, young
lady,� he said giving a sideways glance, �it looks like you have some
explaining to do.�
Lizzie�s jaw
had dropped open. She was completely wrong footed the adrenaline hadn�t kicked
in yet. She was rooted to the spot.
�Are you aware
that theft is a serious offence, Lizzie? Are you aware that the police have
torn the school apart looking for these items? Are you aware that if you had
simply found them somewhere, the time for handing them in has long passed? So
what do you have to say.�
�
�I�m afraid it
doesn�t quite work like that, Lizzie,� Sam mused, �Apart from the huge value of
the items and the publicity their theft raised, and the involvement of the
police, and the fact that you have been in deep trouble before, as I recall, on
two or three occasions, for stealing. In fact didn�t you get a final warning
twice before? No I think this time you�re in for the high jump. I can�t see you
staying in the school, and there again I can�t see you keeping out of a long
stay in youth custody, can you?����
Sam reached
over and picked the two daggers up and rolled them in the palm of each hand.
Feeling dampness on one, he slowly brought it up to his nose. He made a play of
sniffing the whole length of the ornate black wooden shaft, before rolling his
eyes towards her.
�What have you
been doing with this, Lizzie?� he feigned surprise, �I think you�ve been a very
naughty girl. Have you been doing with this what I think you�ve been doing with
this?� He didn�t give her a chance to respond, before licking the sticky shaft,
and nodded towards her. �You have, haven�t you? Don�t deny it Lizzie. Well what
do you say?� He had kept her on the back foot until this moment, not letting
her put any reply in. �Well, Lizzie, what do you have to say?�
Lizzie looked
around her, her face now burning red, as if looking for an escape route. She
was shaking now, clearly frightened. Tears had started to form in her eyes.
�Oh, Sssam, pleassssee, let me go, I
promise I will be good. I promise it won�t happen again, please, please.� She
gave him a doleful look.
�I�m sorry
Lizzie, you�re passed all that now, you promised the principal twice it would
never happen again, and now here we are. I don�t think I have any choice. I
think I had better call the police, don�t you? It would be best all round.�
�Oh
Sam took a
step back from the shivering girl. He looked her up and down as if appraising
her of her willingness to reform. He knew full well she was going to do
anything he wanted, but all in the fullness of time. First he would teach her a
lesson and have some pedo fun.
�Well,� he
said, �perhaps I could be persuaded you are willing to stop stealing and not
make trouble for the school and everyone else. But you are going to have to
convince me you mean it this time.�
�Yes, yes Sam,
whatever you say, I won�t do it again honest. Whatever you say.� She repeated,
looking hopefully at him.
�Right, young
lady,� he said with firmness in his voice, �You will need a punishment, of
course, and make a full confession of what you did.�
�What will I
have to do,� she asked hesitantly, not sure what he meant, �will I have to do
detention or clean the kitchens or something?�
�You will do
exactly what I say, young lady, do you understand. Stay here a minute.� Sam,
still holding the daggers walked out through the door, round to his workshop
next door, where he securely locked away the daggers, picked up some cord, a
pair of scissors, which he put in his pockets and returned holding one of his
cameras. He quickly set the camera on the table facing the unfortunate girl and
told her what he wanted her to say, and pressed the record button.
In the course
of the next five minutes, Lizzie, through sobs, tears and long pauses,
confessed to the theft of the daggers, various cash amounts over the months,
and items of personal property from her fellow pupils. In a few clipped
sentences, she admitted to a one person crime wave. Quite a few of the offences
had never even been reported. Sam told her to add how she had used one of the daggers
to pleasure herself at the end of the recording.
�Right,
Lizzie,� said Sam, �that�s a good start. If at any time you decide to back out,
I will copy this to the principal and the police, but if you don�t, I will hold
this as evidence, and not say anything. Do you understand?�
Having made
her confession, Lizzie was already feeling better than before. �OK, Sam, I
understand, but what will my punishment be, and what else will you need me to
do in return?�
Sam had no
intention of telling her what she was going to have to do yet. He was going to
screw the ass off her, but not just yet. He would build up to that. For now, he
would take advantage of the situation and enjoy punishing her. When would he
get to fuck her? Tomorrow or the day after. �Yes,� he thought, �she would be
his soon enough�. He was going to stretch the anticipation. But, fuck her
sooner or later, he certainly was going to.
�I am going to
let you think about that Lizzie. We will talk about it� tomorrow. We are going to have an understanding
you and I. You could call it a few ground rules. From now on, you�re going to
have a series of choices. You can refuse at any time anything I ask you to say
or do, OK? I will never force you to do anything. In fact everything will be
your choice Lizzie, understand, choices? If you choose to play along, I think
you and I could become good friends. But, if you decide you don�t want to
agree, then, well, I think you already know what the alternative reward is.
Don�t you?�
She stared at
him with her obsidian eyes and grimaced.
�First you
need to be punished don�t you?� Silence. �Don�t you?� he shouted. She looked
nervously at him, seeing a different Sam to the one she, and all her friends
thought they knew.
�Yyyes,� she stammered in uncertainty, worried where this
was leading.
�I think I
will have to spank you,� he stated simply. �Would that be a fair punishment do
you think, or would it be better to speak with the police and let them decide
what punishment would be appropriate? As I said Lizzie, it�s choices, and you
have to choose.�
�
Lizzie felt
cornered. She didn�t want the humiliation of being spanked by Sam, but even
worse would be the police hearing her confession, especially what she�d done
with the stolen knife in the shower. Everything she had done over the last few
months, would come out. She knew she would spend the rest of her school days in
a remand school and have a criminal record. She cursed Uncle Aaron for what
he�d forced her to do. Sam was offering her a choice, a way out.
�Alright Sam
you can spank me. How do we do this? I have never had corporal punishment
before.�
�Well Lizzie,�
he said, leading her by the elbow to the end of the table, �It won�t take long,
and as long as you don�t struggle or scream, it will be over before you know
it. We will have a few rules though, OK? At any time you want me to pause for a
few seconds, just say �wait a minute�. That�s OK, and I will pause for up to a
minute. If at anytime you want me to stop, then say �stop�, and I will do so,
immediately, but you know what the alternative would be if you stop the
punishment, don�t you?� He left that hanging for a second. �Finally, if you do
stop the punishment at any time, but then change your mind and allow me to
carry on, there will be a consequence, and the punishment will take on a new
aspect, as you will find out if it happens.�
�Stand at the
end here,� he continued.� Move your feet apart, so your knees are up against
the table legs. That�s right.� Sam pulled the cord from his pocket, cut a
length with the scissors, stooped down and with a flick, swung the cord a
couple of times around her leg just below the knee and table leg before tying
it off. Moving to the other table leg, which was about two foot six inches from
the first, he stooped again and repeated the process. Standing again, he
quickly took her wrists one at a time and looped the cords around them tying
them off with a bowline so they wouldn�t tighten. He motioned her to lean over
the table and stretch as far as she could along it�s length.� He then tied the cords to the far legs of the
table. Her arms were stretched quite tight along the table top. She was bent
over at a right angle, looking nervously at him. Sam noticed that as she had
been stretched along the table, her feet had�
lifted off the floor by several inches. Flicking the camera on to
record, he moved behind her.
�Well Lizzie,�
he said, not unkindly, �As I said before, I�m going to give you a choice. You
can decide this. Either I am going to use my leather belt on you as you are positioned
now, or you can have the flat of my hand on your bottom. I am worried that the
leather belt might make large bruises on you and possibly even make you bleed.�
She looked at him with horror.
�No belt
please Sam. Just do what you have to do. Use your hand if you have to.�
�No, Lizzie,�
he said, �this is your choice entirely. If you would like me to spank you with
my hand, just ask nicely.�
�Oh, OK Sam,�
she said hesitantly, �would you spank me with your hand, please?�
�Certainly,
Lizzie,� he smiled at her, �if that�s what you would like me to do.�
Sam moved
behind her again. He was really looking forward to this. Gripping the hem of
her red and black pleated tartan skirt, he slowly lifted it up and over the
small of her back.
�What are you
doing?� she stammered,� you didn�t say anything about lifting my skirt. You
can�t do that. You just can�t.�
Sam flipped
the skirt down again, leaned over and cut the cord holding her wrists. Although
still tied by the knees, she was able to stand upright.
�OK, fair
enough, Lizzie, have it your way, it�s your choice.� He moved to pull out his
mobile phone. �I have the local police number somewhere��
�Alright,
alright, I give in, do it your way.� She leaned back over the table stretching
out. He shook his head and indicated for her to stand again.
�Oh dear, like
I said before, Lizzie,� he smiled, � it was your choice, I did say if you interupted at any time, there would be a consequence, and
your punishment will go a step further. Take your skirt off.� She blinked, but
on seeing his uncompromising expression, she shrugged, took a deep sigh and
unclipped the fastening at the side, and tossed the garment onto one of the
benches nearby. Standing now in her gossamer thin light weight powder blue
satin bikini style panties, she waited for his next command. He indicated for
her to lean down again. Quickly he re-tied the fastenings to her wrists.
�Would you
like your punishment to be given quickly or slowly? I am going to spank you 20
times. Like this.� In a flash, he swung his arm down hard and his hand
connected with her bottom, making a very loud smack. Lizzie gasped in surprise
and pain.
�If you like,
I can wait 10 or 15 seconds in between each smack if that would be easier?�
�Yes please,�
she muttered. In what seemed to her just a moment or two the next blinding stab
of pain crashed across her bottom, as a loud smack filled the room.
Again and
again Sam�s hand came hard down on the little girl�s pale blue panty clad
bottom. He could feel the heat from her increasing with each contact. Each time
he could hear her grunt as he connected. After about six or seven smacks, he
realised she was probably becoming a little numb, so took the liberty of
leaving his hand, which spanned both globes of her bottom, on her for a moment
or two to feel her shape and firmness, his erection now rock hard.
THWACK went
his hand onto her again. �No, please stop, please? I can�t take any more.���
Sam looked at
her. �Do you want a minute break, Lizzie, or are you asking me to stop, it�s
your choice?�
She moaned, as
she realised she was in a no win situation. �Carry on Sam, just give me a few
seconds, would you please?�
Sam waited for
a full minute, but then he put all of his strength and power into it and made
the next smack a really hard one. Even his hand tingled. She cried out. �No,
no, that�s enough. Stop, I can�t take any more.�
Sam leaned
across, scooped up the scissors, and quickly cut the cord holding her hands.
She stood up, and started to rub her sore bottom with the palms of both hands.
�That�s a
shame, Lizzie,� Sam said in a kind voice, �you were nearly half way through
your punishment, and now you will have a sore bottom and sleep in a police cell
tonight. But it is your free choice. Are you sure that�s what you want?�
She looked at
him, and shook her head, defeated. Tears ran down her cheeks. She held up her
hands as if to allow him to re-tie them.
�Well, Lizzie,
hold on, you interrupted me again. As you know there are consequences for doing
that. Your punishment will now move a step further. You understand that don�t
you?� he said quietly.
She nodded.
Now looking resignedly at what she might have to accept next.
��Pick up the scissors, Lizzie,� he pointed to
them on the corner of the table and paused as she complied. �Now cut the side
bands of your panties.� She hesitated, looking up at him with an appeal in her
face, but as she saw his expression, and as he was about to speak, she reached
round and cut first the left, feeling the elastic releasing, then right waist band
and looked forlornly, as the pale blue, now useless, material that had once
covered her most private parts, fluttered to the floor between her feet.
�Are you sure
you wish to continue, Lizzie? As I keep saying, we are only doing what you want
me to do, I am not forcing you. You know that don�t you? If you would like me
to stop, that�s OK, but if you want me to continue with your punishment, you
have to ask nicely. I see you are still rubbing your bottom, Lizzie. Does it
sting a bit? Would it help if, in between each smack, I rubbed your bottom a
little to ease the pain? Now, then, this time you have to tell me exactly what
you want me to do.�
She looked up
at him. She was beginning to understand her position, and how to respond to
Sam. �Umm, Sam, would you please smack me with your hand on my bare bottom,
please? Would you rub my bottom after each smack, so that it doesn�t sting so
much, please?�
She held her
wrists out towards him again. Sam quickly re-fastened the cords.� As she regained her previous position, she
braced herself for the next� stinging
slap to arrive.� But there was a pause.
She didn�t mind and wasn�t going to say anything to bring on the punishment
sooner than necessary. Her face was turned away from him. She didn�t want to
anticipate the smacks as they were laid on her, now, very sore, naked, bottom.
�I�ll give you
a few moments to recover, Lizzie,� he said, �I want us to be friends after all
this is over, and although this is your punishment, I don�t want you to feel it
was unfair. Would you like a few more seconds Lizzie?� She nodded assent.
Sam was
standing behind the small ivory skinned preteen, girl admiring her body and
just taking the scene in. He knew his camera was recording everything, but he
wanted this etched on his mind forever. She was stretched taut along the table
top. Her belly was bent over the table, where her hip bones pushed into the
edge. Her knees tied to the table legs, forced her thighs wide apart. He could
see the weals across the cheeks of her bottom and thigh
tops, clearly showing the lines his fingers and palm had left behind. Her
bottom was going to be quite bruised by tomorrow. The marks across her little
globular ass seemed to dip into the crack in the centre, and pass over her
asterix shaped rectum. Looking further down,�
her perineum looked sore too, where a redness showed that the sensitive
skin had been slapped as well. Just below, Sam could now see the oval shape of
her vulva. He understood why people compared them to a peach. The shape was
similar. Her cleft was parted, because of the position of her thighs. Her pussy
lips had peeled apart, and he could see within that her inner lips too had
separated, showing him the darker shadow of her vagina.
Sam knelt down
close behind her. He placed one hand on each of her cheeks. She flinched at his
touch, mistakenly reacting to a non existent blow. He placed his thumbs just
either side of her vagina, and gently eased her lips further apart. He could
now see quite deep into her coral coloured cunt. But what surprised him, and
excited him was the fluid of arousal which had started to flow from the ten
year old.
�Oy, what are you doing back there?� she said in a startled
voice �you shouldn�t be touching me there. I�m going to tell my mum.�
�OK, Lizzie,
I�ll stop, I was just having a little fun while your bottom recovered a bit.
You and I both know you aren�t going to mention today�s little episode to your
mum, or anyone else, don�t we? Oh dear Lizzie, you interrupted me again. Right
after each slap, I will rub you a little to relieve the pain, but now I�m going
to fondle you� as well. Shall I carry on
now with the punishment? I am only doing what you want me to do, Lizzie, you
will have to tell me when to rub and when to smack, OK?�
Lizzie gave a
grunt, which Sam took to be acquiescence.�
Sam stood up and went back to his position along side the prostrate body
of the girl. He swung his arm again, and was gratified that, the now naked
bottom, made a much louder, succulent smack than before without the thin layer
of her panties to cushion the blows. Immediately, he stroked his palm across
her cheeks, feeling their hot warmth glowing. He moved his fingers around in a
figure of eight pattern, going up one side, down through the length of her
bottom crack and up the other side. As his fingers slid down the centre, they
passed lightly over her perineum and through her cleft. Each pass, he made sure
his finger tips nudged her clitoris, which he could feel was now protruding
well out from her cleft in a small, hard erection. He must have made several of
these movements before bringing his hand to a rest, his fingers still feeling
the increasingly slick, slimy wetness of her arousal.
�Ready for the
next one, Lizzie?� He noted a small nod from her head, which was turned away
from him.
He raised his
hand and brought it down again on exactly the same red marked� area of her bottom. �Eleven,� he muttered, as
his fingers regained their practiced figure of eight motion, �only nine more to
go.� She moaned. He wasn�t quite sure if it was from pleasure or pain. His
gentle massaging of her bottom cheeks, thighs and pussy went on for a full
minute. There was a distinct rocking motion. There was no doubt in his mind,
she was getting her jollies out of this.
�Ready?� he
asked quietly. She murmured, nodding.
SMACK, went
his hand and the massaging motions continued. �Twelve.� Now, there was little
doubt to either of them that her movements were anything other than
pre-climactic arousal.
�Can you do it
again, Sam please,� she murmured �I think I�m ready for another.� Sam realised
she was becoming breathless.
Sam adjusted
his position slightly, so that instead of his hand slapping across her bottom,
it would be able to slap down it. Her thighs were tied so far apart, the flat
of his hand could smack her perineum and his fingers would reach right down to
the rise of her mons.
SMACK
�thirteen,� he muttered, �lucky for some.� He didn�t lift his hand though, but
kept it where it had landed and started a gentle massage of her clitoral hood, which
was quite firm to his touch. There was an immediate reaction from the little
preteen. She moaned, and lifted her bottom off the table an inch or two, before
moving her hips, trying to increase the contact between her genitals and the
invading fingers.
�Would you
like the other seven now, or leave them until another time, Lizzie? Perhaps you
have had enough. Would you like me to just rub for a while? I am sure it will
make you feel nice�
Lizzie�s head
nodded slightly again. �Oh, yes please, don�t hit me again, I think���I think,
���.I think, Ohhh mmmmyyy ggggoodddddd, I�mmmm nnnnnnnngggggggggggggggg hhhaaaa hhhhhhaaaaaaaa.� She cascaded into a blinding world of
bliss and coloured lights behind her closed obsidian eyes. Her breathing coming
in short panting gasps.
As the 10 year
old girl�s climax slammed into her, Sam moved behind her. He quickly unzipped
his fly and his cock sprang out like a caged tiger released. He pressed it
against her cleft, and rubbed it up and down her cunt all the way from her
mound, then up over her clit, between her vulva lips, over her vaginal entry,
her urethra, her perineum and over her rectum, before pushing it down again.
His pre-cum was pouring out in a continuous flow, through the preteen�s bottom
and cleft�� She was so numb from her
smacking, and so far into her orgasm, she was oblivious to Sam�s movements, as
he took his pleasure from rubbing himself firmly against her obscenely
displayed genitalia.� He felt his orgasm
approaching rapidly, he pulled back his foreskin and pushed his cock into the
entrance to her vagina, and even felt her dilate a little, as his helmet shaped
cock head pressed into her. He exploded. His semen shot out, and with the seal
between their bodies so tight, it nearly all ejaculated into the young girl,
whose own climax and stinging pain of her bottom kept her from realising her
cunt was full of Sam�s sperm filled semen. Sam�s pulses went on and on. With
each pulse another injection of his semen went into her. He could still feel
the contractions of the girl�s pussy as her climax continued although now
slowing. His own pulses keeping pace with hers.
All good
things cum to an end, and eventually Sam pulled his cock, which had, by now,
slipped just through her tight entry, out of the, still oblivious preteen�s
cunt.�
He leant down,
and scooped up the wrecked pair of knickers lying on the floor between her
feet, and used them to wipe her thighs of the bulk of the juices flowing from
her which had run down her thighs and dripped onto the floor.� He stuffed the soiled garment into his
pocket. Next he moved over to one of the wash basins, grabbing a towel, he ran
some warm water and soaked it, and returned to the girl, where he gently washed
her and wiped away the last evidence of his pedo lust. Lizzie seemed to be in a
comatose state. She just laid there, and let him wipe her without a murmur or
other movement.
Sam picked the
scissors up and cut the ties holding her hands and knees. He scooped up the
cord, and put the pieces into his pocket. He picked up her skirt, and lifting
her on to her feet, placed it around her and buckled it at her waist. He
stuffed her sports kit into the bag, and handed it to her. She was still in a
daze.
Making sure
that nothing had been left behind, he switched off the lights, locked the outer
door and led the girl out of the changing rooms, and round to his workshop,
next door. The walk had woken her, and as they entered, she was gingerly
rubbing her bottom again. She declined to sit down on the hard wooden seat Sam
offered her.
�From what you
said earlier,� Sam stated, �your mum should be here in about fifteen or twenty
minutes. We have some things to discuss.� He looked at her meaningfully. �Do
you have anything to say about your disgraceful behaviour today?� She shook her
head. �Well young lady, I do. Firstly you are very� lucky that it was me that caught you with
those knives. Are you aware of that? Anyone else would have handed you over to
the police immediately. But nothing comes without a price, Lizzie. You and I
are going to have an understanding. Do I make myself clear.� She nodded again,
but not really comprehending his meaning.
�As I said
before, Lizzie,� he looked at her firmly in the eye, �from now on everything
you do will be your choice, alright?� She nodded, she was beginning to
understand what Sam�s choices meant. Suddenly she frowned, and looked down. She
lifted out her skirt a few inches away from her knees, and moved her other hand
up inside the skirt, and after a few moments she took it out and looked at her
fingers, where a large amount of semen was spread which had evidently run out
of her vagina. Sam realised she had no idea what she was looking at, or how it
had got there. He leaned over, and passed her a hand towel, which she used to
wipe herself.
�As I was
saying, Lizzie,� he paused from his flow, glanced down meaningfully at her
skirt, �it looks like you got carried away in there doesn�t it?� He was
surprised when she blushed. �Anyway, it�s your choice, you can do anything you
like. OK?� She nodded, still confused. �Does your bottom really sting, Lizzie?�
She nodded again, reaching behind her massaging herself again. �You had better
tell your mum you have a bit of a sniffle, and ask for a note to keep you off
swimming and games for a day or two. We don�t want your bottom being seen by
anyone for a while, do we?�
�Tomorrow, and
for the rest of the week, Lizzie, you are going to have detention. Do you
understand?� Another nod. �Now we have to decide what we do about the rest of
your punishment don�t we?� She looked wearily at him. �Each day of your
detention, you will have choices you can make. They will be slightly different
each day. They are entirely your choices. Whichever one you choose, you will
have to say to me �What I would really like is��.� And then you can say which
of the choices you have decided on. OK? Your free choices tomorrow will be, and
this is exactly what you have to say, Lizzie: Firstly, � Sam, what I would
really like you to do is let the police and the school principal know what I
have done and show them my taped confession. I won�t blame you when they arrest
me�.� He noticed her shudder. �Your second choice is �Sam, what I would really
like you to do is to finish off my punishment, and spank me seven more times on
my bare bottom. I understand that as I interrupted you during my punishment
before, the smacks will be much harder, and that you will have to add another
seven.� � Sam heard a sharp intake of breath. �Your final choice is this
Lizzie. It won�t cancel either of the other two choices in the days to come, so
your punishment is only deferred,� �Sam,
what I would really like you to do is lay me on your table take my skirt and
panties off and massage some cooling balm on my bottom and pussy and make some
of the pain go away�.�
Lizzie blinked
at him, not quite sure if she had it right. �Well if those are my choices, I
can tell you right now, it�s the last choice.�
�Say it
Lizzie,� he smiled not unkindly at her.
�OK, Sam, what
I would really like you to do is lay me on your table take my skirt and panties
off and massage some cooling balm on my bottom and my pussy and make some of
the pain go away. In fact if it�s that cooling, could I have some now?� She
actually smiled at the one who minutes ago had been her tormentor.
�Sure,
Lizzie.� He gestured towards the table, which was a twin of the one in the
changing room. He moved over to a shelf, and lifted down a large pot of cream
salve and an �rosol can. It was the type he used
during school games to treat injuries and bruises. As he turned, he noticed the
girl had lifted her skirt hem to her shoulders, exposing her nakedness,
seemingly without the least concern and had laid face down on the table. The
red weals on her bubble shaped livid bottom fully
exposed to his gaze. Some already showed darkening where her bruises would take
a few days to heal.
Sam pulled the
plastic cap off the can, shook it a few times and sprayed her bottom with the
ice cold fluid. There was a sharp intake of breath as she got used to the
effect. He waited about ten seconds, and gave another short spray. Next, after
waiting for the spray to be absorbed, he opened the pot and scooped out a
dollop of the glutinous cream with his fingers. He spread it onto the
fingertips of both hands, and very gently smoothed it over her skin. Already he
could feel some of the heat had gone out of her bottom. Soon the cooling cream
balm took effect and the girl felt relief. She was enjoying the massage, and
was now aware that Sam�s fingers had moved away from her bottom, where the pain
was greatest, between her thighs, and was now massaging either side of her
pussy, which was still leaking semen. She was even aware that she was getting
excited again. Suddenly, just as she felt those tingles deep inside her
returning, it stopped and she felt almost cheated, as he flipped her skirt back
down and told her to stand up. She was unaware that Sam had been keeping an eye
out of the window, where he saw her mother had pulled up at the school gates in
her car.
�You had
better put your sport panties on, it looks like someone has arrived.�
Lizzie caught
his look, and seeing there was a man and a girl with her mother, she brought
her hand up to her mouth and with a sharp intake of breath said �Oh no, it�s
Uncle Aaron. I was supposed to give him the knives tonight. I texted him to say
I had them. He said it was important, something about funding his next
shipment. God what am I going to do?� Sam looked at her, understanding she was
in serious trouble. He had heard about Aaron Leon from
Looking across
the school yard, Sam and Lizzie could see the trio walking, clearly wondering
where Lizzie was. Lizzie gasped again �Hannah�s here too. She has the keys.�
Again Lizzie�s hand slapped her mouth. She�d spoken out of turn.
�I take it
those would be the keys for the locker room, Lizzie?� She nodded miserably. She
had betrayed her friend unwittingly. It all became very clear to Sam. This
Aaron, was using the girls to steal property from the other pupils, and fencing
it on to fund his drug deals. What is Hannah to you, Lizzie?�
�She is my
cousin,� she looked at him unhappily, �Uncle Aaron is my mother�s brother, well
step brother.�
�Right Lizzie,
this is what you are going to do. Firstly I will sort out Uncle Aaron, OK? I
will make sure he doesn�t hurt you again. In return, I need you to promise not
to say a word to Hannah about you being caught. If you do, you will both be
reported to the police understand?� She nodded eagerly. She really didn�t want
Uncle Aaron bullying her. He was a brute. �I will go out and meet them. You
wait about ten or fifteen seconds, then go out through that back door,� he
indicated an exit which led to the blind side of the building, �walk towards
the main school, and wait near the entry door. I will send your mum round to
find you.�
Sam went out and
walked towards the gate, nonchalantly. He greeted them and asked if he could
help.
�I am Lizzie�s
mum,� she said in an arrogant tone, �I don�t suppose you�ve seen her have you.
She�s always late. I have come to pick her up.�
�I think I saw
her a few minutes ago by the main school building. If you walk round the end of
the workshop, you�ll probably see her.� They made to walk off. �You are Aaron
Leon aren�t you? I have something that may be of interest to you, could we have
a few words in private?� Sam put a reassuring arm around the man and swivelled
him back towards the school gates, as the two females walked away.
As soon as
they were out of sight, Sam applied his fingers to two pressure points just
below and behind Aaron�s ears either side of his neck. In a flash, he had
grabbed his hand, and twisted his small finger into an excruciatingly painful
hold. Sam�s self defence knowledge coming to it�s own.
�Right, You
little piece of rat�s turd,� said Sam in a low, but penetrating voice, �I shall
say this only once, so get this right first time. Do I make myself clear?�
Aaron nodded, his fat face becoming puce.
�Lizzie hasn�t
got your knives. I caught her red handed with them.� Sam smiled to himself. He
didn�t need to go into details as to what she was doing with them at the time.
�I am willing to hush up her crime, and by implication your part in it, which
would have you both arrested and Lizzie certainly kicked out of the school, and
you in jail, on the condition that you stay away from her and don�t mention
this to her again. Do I make myself clear?� The man nodded again. Two things
happened. Firstly, Sam gave a very careful but controlled twist, dislocating
Aaron�s finger. The man screamed. As he did so, Sam slipped the coin into
Aaron�s pocket.
Aaron was left
doubled up in pain, as Sam turned away and walked back towards the workshop. He
was almost there, when the three females came round the corner.
�What�s up
with Aaron?� asked the woman, �is he hurt or something?���
�No, he
stumbled over,� said Sam nonchalantly �I think he hurt his hand. Oh, sorry to
mention it, Mrs. Browning, But Lizzie�s been naughty again and she is on
detention for the rest of the week. Each evening after school.�
�Oh, God, what
was she doing this time?� her eyes rolling towards the girl, who was now
looking suitably contrite. Sam noticed a knowing look between the youngsters,
confirming his thoughts that they were in cahoots.
�I am afraid I
caught her playing with some very sharp knives. It�s absolutely against the
rules, Sorry.� Sam looked at Lizzie, who was looking back in a very meaningful
way. She knew exactly what Sam had implied.
�Mr. Pottu�..Potttuensk�...�
�Call me Sam,�
said Sam, �even I can�t pronounce my surname. Apparently it�s one of the
longest names from Poland. Everyone just calls me Sam.�
The ice had
been melted. �OK, Sam,� the woman replied, �if Lizzie�s on detention, will she
still be allowed to go on the camping trip with her class this Friday?� Sam
nodded with a smile, �But there may be conditions attached.� He looked
meaningfully at Lizzie. �Oh that�s a relief,� the woman said, looking down at
her daughter, �you see I have to make a trip to see Lizzie�s dad this weekend.
He�s away, er away on, er business, you see and I didn�t think Lizzie should go
where he is, If you understand my meaning?� Sam understood alright, Browning
was in for grand theft, drug dealing and several other crimes. He wouldn�t be
around for another ten years.
Sam watched as
the four made their way to their car. He knew he had to call
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CHAPTER 2
Tuesday
morning � Trespassers
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Sam was
sitting on his stool, leaning back against the wall. He had a slice of buttered
toast in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He was watching closely as
the two girls took their shower. Taking a shower would not be how Sam would
have described it. Messing about playing games under a flow of water would have
been a little more accurate.
Their mother,
in the next cubicle called to them to get on with it, she hadn�t got all day,
and what were they playing at? As all mothers the world over do.
Sam looked
closely at them, the water flowed over their smooth, glistening bodies. They
were both ginger red heads with startling green eyes. Obviously sisters. The
one would be about seven years old, and the other perhaps a little over a year
older. As they played, he enjoyed watching their antics. He noticed, when
standing in profile to him, like many girls of their age, they both had bellies
which stood out almost as far as their bottoms on the other side. The little
girls seemed to present a letter �S� shape in profile. He could watch this for
hours. Neither had tits, but then at their age why would they? They both had areol� like little mosquito bites, which were only a shade
darker than the rest of their perfect pale skin. They each had beautiful
hairless mounds, as smooth as the best silk,�
that he would dearly loved to have cupped and fondled. He had no idea
just how soon that dream was to be made real.
They made a
start washing after their mother called again. They kept dropping the soap,
like all kids do, as it slipped through their fingers, and Sam loved it when
they bent down to pick it up, giving him a close up view of their tiny anus and
vagina holes, as they flowered open as if in invitation to his gaze. Their
cursory wash over, they went back to another game.
�Shall we do
handstands against the wall?� asked one, �OK,� said the other.�����
They each took
a side of the cubicle, and with one step forward, flipped up and leant against
the opposite wall, one after the other.
�I keep
getting water up my nose,� giggled one. �And me,� was the reply.
�Let�s do the
splits.�
�OK.�
The girls,
holding their weight on their outstretched arms, leaned their bottoms against
the wall, and let their legs drop to the horizontal. Sam�s view wasn�t as clear
as he would have liked, looking from the side. His patience was rewarded a
moment later though, when instead of leaning against the side walls, they
flipped up against the back wall. As they dropped their legs again, one of them
had generously placed her pussy just beneath his viewing window, no more than a
couple of inches from his hungry lascivious eyes. Sam�s coffee was going cold,
forgotten. Actually pressed against the acrylic was an asterix shaped brown
anus. As she moved, he could see her sphincter twitching, dilating and closing
slightly. Shifting his gaze an inch, her pussy had flowered open. He could see
right into her openings. She had a little hymen which was a pink barrier
tempting his gaze. her little thin legs were stretched so far apart, her vulva
lost it�s shape, just a bump of skin, the flesh of the skin of her perfect
thighs seeming to flow into the cavities which were her vagina and rectum
entries.
Their mother
picked that moment to come out of her shower and into the girl�s cubicle. The
mother seemed to look very fit. Her body would be attractive to most men. She
had small firm tits, well shaped legs, topped by a muscular, well formed
bottom.� He guessed her to be about
thirty years of age. Her vulva was plump and oval shaped, her pubes had been
shaved, but there was a tell tale shadow of amber coloured stubble remaining,
belying the black dyed hair she was now rubbing dry with her towel. Sam was not
interested. He knew the kind of cunt he like to watch, and it was always much
younger flesh.
The girls�
mother quickly towelled her daughters dry and gave them a lovely cuddle each.
Clearly these two girls loved her and she loved them. So did Sam, but for
different reasons. Soon they were dressed in the school uniform. Mum combed
their hair and put their belongings into a locker. Sam anticipating the move,
stood and quietly left the corridor and entered the workshop.
As the three
left the changing room door, Sam timed his exit to perfection, almost colliding
with them.
�Excuse me,�
he said, �I didn�t know anyone was around at this time of the morning.�
�Oh, er
sorry,� she said, �I was just, err�..�
�Let�s not kid
ourselves,� said Sam warmly, �you�ve been using the school�s showers haven�t
you? You know it�s not permitted.�
�Oh, I�m
sorry,� she stuttered, clearly embarrassed, �I�m on my own now, and our own hot
water has packed up and it�s all I could think of to clean them up. I just
don�t have any money to fix it �til I get paid, and that�s the end of the
month.�
Sam had
noticed the two girls, Sophie, the younger and Amber the older, were always
well turned out, despite coming from a poor family, which some people unkindly
referred to as �trailer trash�. People sometimes just needed a little lift
every now and then
�Look,� he
said �what�s the problem with it? Perhaps I can help.� She described the
trailer, and with his prompting, the water system they had. He felt sure one of
the heating elements in the store might fit, and the repair wouldn�t take long.
�I�ll come
over tomorrow evening if you like. I have a detention to hold, but it should be
finished by about 6.30, I could be over by 7 o�clock,� he said.
She looked
awkward. �Please call me Ellie, Sam. To tell you the truth, I work shifts, and
this week I am on lates. I won�t be home until 10
o�clock or after.�
�Oh,� he said,
�where will the girls be while you�re out?�
�They stay at
home, but my neighbour keeps an eye out for them, �till I�m back. She works in
the entertainment business, and often goes out to work just as I get home.� She
was really embarrassed, because she knew Sam realised she had to leave them
home alone a lot.
�OK,� said
Sam, �I�ll tell you what, I will come over and fix the water for you, I�ll
watch the girls until you�re home tomorrow. How�s that sound?�
�Oh, how kind,
how much will it cost to fix the water? I haven�t got any money.�
�Don�t worry,
you�re one of the school mums. We have to look after our community. It will be
my pleasure.� Sam didn�t add that the pleasure would be all his when he had the
two girls all to himself, when he had the chance later. They exchanged phone
numbers, he got the trailer�s address and went off to start his day.
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CHAPTER 3
Tuesday
morning � Catching Hannah
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Sam went
through the outer office, occupied by Marjorie and wished her a good morning.
Marjorie liked Sam and always gave him a bright smile. He knocked on the large
oak door leading to the Principal�s office. He heard �come� shouted from within
and pushed the heavy door open.
�Good morning,
Sam, how are you,� beamed Mrs. Prentice, the Principal. She always liked Sam�s
visits. He had a habit of making her problems go away. �What can I do for you?�
�It�s what I
can do for you Celine,� he always smiled to himself about her name, it seemed
so incongruous. She reminded him of the woman in the Adams Family, who played Morticia.
Sam leaned
down and reached into his canvas bag he had placed on the floor, picked out the
two ceremonial daggers, now nicely cleaned of their cunt juices of the night
before, and placed them on the desk in front of her.
�Sam,� she
gasped, �where were they, where did you find them, who had them, oh Sam?� She
leaned over the desk, and kissed him.
Sam knew this
wasn�t a sexy kiss or even a pass. It was the kiss a woman gives her friend,
sister or mother. Sam had been a little crafty a few years ago. When he heard
the previous Principal was leaving, he decided to set up a little smoke screen
for himself. He had gone online, and after considerable time and effort plus
some cost, had procured a medical certificate giving a report on his sexual
abilities. The report, a work of his own complete fiction, stated that Sam had
been hit in the groin with shrapnel from the I.E.D. and it had severed some
nerves near his testicles. As a result, although he could have sexual
relationships and ejaculate perfectly normally, he could neither feel any
pleasure from intercourse, nor did he have any significant sexual drives. A
separate report, stapled to the first was a recommendation of action to the
patient. It said he should pursue normal relationships, as he was capable of
having children, he should simulate orgasm when having sex, and thus could
provide any partner with satisfaction without them knowing his difficulty. Sam,
during his nightly rounds had been able to insert the forged medical reports
into his personal file. Marjorie�s idea of secure storage of office keys being
a school joke.
When the new
Principal arrived, she undertook a series of �get to know you� meetings with
all the staff. After Sam�s interview, he came out of the office, and muttered
something about the new Principal not being worried about his medical
condition. So when a minute later she came out and handed Sam�s file to
Marjorie, requesting her to put the file away. Marjorie made short work of
finding out about Sam�s �problem�.
Marjorie, as
Sam knew she would, being the school gossip, lapped up the little goldmine of
information. Sam knew immediately his �secret� was out. He kept getting
sympathetic looks from all the staff, who, from their body language, he knew
were discussing him. A few days later, he was aware of the same looks when
walking around the town. Sam had achieved his objective though. Over the weeks
and months, he noticed other members of staff and mothers were willing even
happy to leave their girls unattended in his company.
�So Sam, where
was it?� she asked for the umpteenth time, bringing Sam back to the present.
�I�m not sure
I can prove who it was just yet� Celine.
I noticed something out of place at the back of the stage. A door always shut,
wasn�t. I opened the door and rummaged inside the costume cupboard, and found
them there, quite well hidden. If I find out who was responsible, I will let
you know.�
She wasn�t
convinced by Sam�s story, but over the years had learnt to �go with the flow�
where Sam was concerned. He always worked hard, did what was asked of him,
despite having no help. He was popular and everyone loved him, especially the
kids.�
�I will call
Mr. Matsuda from the Japanese trade mission and let him know. I am sure he,
like us, will be very relieved. Oh, Sam, is everything set up for the girls�
camping trip this weekend? The boys all enjoyed their weekend two weeks ago.
They all asked if they could go again next time.� Yes he was, and yes
everything was organised and yes he was looking forward to it.
Sam went back
to his workshop, and had a coffee. He called
�No Sam, not
yet. I�ll WhatsApp you when something happens. How about a beer, time we met up
for old time�s sake.� They agreed a time that evening in a bar they both
frequented.
Sam checked
the corridor, there was no one in the changing area yet. The doors to the
lavatories had rising hinges, so when they were left unlocked, swung open
automatically, so he could see beyond into the locker room. He drank his coffee
mulling over the last twenty four hours. Just as he finished his drink, Hannah,
as he anticipated, made her appearance, and moved straight to the far side of
the line of lockers where he couldn�t see her. As the lockers were set left to
right from Sam�s perspective, he could only see her when she came round to the
near side. She worked her way along the lockers, working swiftly and
methodically removing anything of value. This was something she had patently
done before. She had a master key to the lockers. That would be the one which
went missing from Marjorie�s office last year sometime. He saw a couple of the
new, expensive wrist watch style sport activity recorders go into her bag. He
recognised the FitBit logo on one. They were worth a
lot. Bingo!
Sam bided his
time, then made for the door, and repeated the interception he achieved the
previous afternoon with Lizzie. The bag was snatched, he wheeled her into the
workshop, emptied the contents, extracted her confession, all recorded by his
camera, including her involvement with the theft of the knives, and put her on
detention, like Lizzie, for the rest of the week. Hannah had stood there the
whole time, shaking like a leaf. She was genuinely frightened as to what was
going to happen to her. And so she might be.
Sam looked at
her. He had seen her naked in the showers a few times, but when you see twenty
naked girls all at the same time, you tend not to remember one over the others.
He appraised her now, knowing he would be on much more intimate terms with her
in a couple of days time. She wasn�t tall, but somehow gave the impression of
being so. The reason was, she was long featured. Her face was tall and narrow,
with high cheek bones, a long slim nose, and narrow mouth with a pointed chin.
Above her light brown eyes, her eyebrows almost met high above her nose and
sloped down either side, leaving her with a permanent quizzical
expression.� Her hair was dark brown,
almost black. She had a fringe across her forehead. On her crown, It was parted
in the centre and pulled back to a very long ponytail. Her hips and shoulders
too were narrow. She had all the looks of the beautiful ten year old Jewish
girl she was. She was painfully thin though. Verging on being gaunt. He
wondered if she, like so many young girls, had an eating disorder. He would
enquire.
�Right Hannah.
You realise, of course, you are in deep trouble don�t you?� She nodded
silently. �We can handle this in a number of ways. Last night, I caught your
cousin in the same way. I told her if she told you I had found out, she would
be reported immediately to the police. So don�t blame her. You have been caught
and will be punished for what you alone have done. Is that fair, and do you
understand?� she nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
�OK, Hannah,
your punishment will be entirely your choice I am going to offer you the same
choices of punishment that I offered Lizzie yesterday. Is that fair?� Another
silent nod.�
�Good, you
will have three choices, just like Lizzie. Firstly, you can let me take you to
the Principal, and you can let her know what happened. I think you know what
will happen next if we did that. Don�t you? And of course, Lizzie would then be
implicated as well. You wouldn�t want both of you to spend a few years in youth
custody, would you?� a little shake of the head.
�The second
and third choices are sort of linked as either/or choices. The second choice
you can be spanked with my leather belt, but I suppose that is more like a
whipping, and I do so hate blood,� he indicated the heavy leather strap around
his waist. He observed her as her skin paled and she silently shuddered. This
was exactly the reaction he�d hoped for.
�Or you can
opt for the choice that Lizzie went for and be spanked, with the flat of my
hand. It�s entirely your choice Hannah. You don�t have to decide now. You can
talk to Lizzie about her choices. Your detention will be immediately after
school at five thirty. You can tell me then. In the meantime, please text your
mum to say that you, like Lizzie, will be on detention today.�
�Oh, Sam,� she
stuttered, �I don�t know what to say. I can�t let you report me to the police,
I have already had warnings from them. I know I would end up in a youth custody
institution. I couldn�t let you whip me, but your third choice, Sam, I don�t
know if I can do it. Unlike other girls, I can�t stand pain. What do I do Sam,
I know I just couldn�t get through it.� She looked like a caged animal. Her
eyes looked haunted.
He looked at
her kindly. She was wringing her hands. �I tell you what, perhaps I can be a
bit flexible when the time comes. I will give you some extra choices if you
like.�
�What sort of
choices? Sam, I am frightened. Please don�t hurt me.� She looked at him
pleadingly.
�Look, in
fairness to Lizzie, I have to punish you the same as her. After all, she was
spanked and although she didn�t take all her punishment, I owe her those extra
ones still, she learnt her lesson. If I let you off, she would resent it
wouldn�t she? But if it helps, before we start, I will let you have some extra
choices. They might help.�
�What sort of
choices, Sam? I really need to know. I am so frightened, I just can�t take
pain. Is there a way you can do it lighter and still call it my punishment? Sam
I just have to know.�
�Alright, but
you mustn�t say anything to Lizzie do you understand? If you do, I won�t offer
you the other two choices,� he said firmly.
�What other
two choices Sam?�
�Well if you
want me to spank you softly, it will need to be thirty smacks instead of
twenty, on your bare bottom, but with a wet hand. I won�t do it so hard, but it
will still sting. Do you understand?�
She nodded.
�And the other choice?�
�You have to
ask me very nicely.�
�Ask you what
Sam?�
�You will ask
�Sam, I know what I would really like, would you please, please, please stop
slapping me and fuck me instead?� But as I said Hannah, it is entirely your
choice. I am not going to try and make you do one thing rather than the other.
OK?�
The ten year
old looked as though she was in shock. She couldn�t believe what she�d just
heard. She looked defeated. She knew she had to think this through and talk to
Lizzie. What worried her a little though was how her heart fluttered when he
offered her the last choice. She had a funny feeling in the bottom of her
tummy. She really liked Sam, with his rugged good looks and like most of the
girls, had a crush on him. She knew she would be thinking about his final
choice all day.
Sam made
Hannah return all the stolen items to their owners� lockers, before bringing
the master key back and handing it over to him. He went through to the corridor
to observe her, to make sure she did it. He decided the master key she had got
might be useful in the future.
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CHAPTER 4
Tuesday
Morning � Sam meets Sylvia
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Half an hour
later Sam was in the swimming pool pump room, checking on the chlorination
levels. A class of seven year olds were due for a lesson. As usual, he removed
one of the lights which shone through a glass porthole at one end of the pool,
and set up one of the digital cameras in it�s place, pointing down the length
of the pool, and pressed �record�.
Sam had come
up with an idea about three years previously. He suggested that as the junior
children all grew so quickly, why not introduce a costume exchange scheme.
There was a box of used costumes set up, and anyone could take out a costume as
long as they put their outgrown costume in it�s place. This worked really well.
Costumes were there for both the boys and girls.
During the
school vacations, Sam made sure the padded white liners in the gussets of the
girls� costumes had all been removed. He had meticulously un-tacked all the
stitching so no one would realise there had ever been a liner. Because they
were discards, most of the costumes were worn, and some holey. The mums all
appreciated what he had done to help them, and many made use of the exchange
scheme, in this cash strapped community. Sam had also made a similar collection
of leotards for the gym classes, and likewise they too were being used. Without
the liners, and the costumes usually being on the small size, Sam was rewarded
with many a close up view of a camel toe. In fact almost every costume
displayed the young preteens� intimate shapes in a very erotic manner.
Sam entered
the pool area. In a few seconds, he took in the scene. He had watched the girls
changing for the lesson and so arrived just as they were about to enter the
water. The new P.E. teacher was a young graduate of about 23 years of age. Her
name was Sylvia Ponsonby-Smyth. It was such an
awkward name from her old English ancestry, everyone, including the staff
called her Miss. P. She was permanently wearing sports clothes, with a whistle
on a ribbon around her neck. She was wearing her own swim suit beneath. Sam
went over and sat beside her and chatted.
Miss. P., who
was very popular with the children, allowed her charges to play around in the
pool for a while, before instructing them to swim lengths if they could. Those
that couldn�t swim yet, she would coach in a few minutes, meantime they could
play a little longer.
�I understand
you are joining us on the camping trip this Friday, Miss. P.� Sam stated.
�Yes, I am
quite looking forward to it. It sounds like the boys had a great time a couple
of weeks ago when they went. How come we are able to have the use of such a
great facility up in the woods?�
�Well, when I
was in the army,� he said, �I was a physical trainer too. I got to know all the
camps around, and the people that ran them. After I left, I kept in contact,
and when I approached them and explained ours was a school with few resources,
they were more than helpful, and said that as long as I was in charge while we
were on their property, we could use it and the equipment they have.�
�That�s
fantastic Sam. You are a useful person to know.�
�It�s funny
you should say that,� he grinned, �Those are the exact words the Principal said
to me this morning.�
At that
moment, one of the youngsters came over to her and asked, �Miss. P., can I have
my lesson now?� With the teacher sitting, and the girl standing beside her,
their shoulders were on a level. Sam noticed the young girl put her arm around
the teacher�s shoulder, in the same intimate way she might have done her mother
or close friend. Sam also noticed the teacher�s arm go around the girl�s waist.
At first he thought nothing of it, but then saw her hand slowly slip down, and
cup the globe of one side of her bubble bottom. Sam made a mental note. The
little girl was wearing one of the two piece white recycled bikini costumes he
had given his �treatment� to, and was delighted to see that the suit being wet,
was almost as transparent as if she was naked. She had a very short cleft he
thought, but she did have that deep dimple he so loved at the top of it. The
two were discussing what they were going to do in the lesson, as the girl,
apparently called Amy, was almost able to swim, but needed a little more help
yet.
While Sam was
half listening, and pretending not to inspect the girl in an obvious way, he
heard one of the girls, her name was Jenny, in the pool say to her friend, �I
need a poo, I will go and ask Miss. P. if it�s OK to go on my own.�
Sam took his
queue, and told Miss. P. he needed to check the chlorine levels in the pump
room and that he�d be back in ten minutes. Without waiting for a reply, he left
the pool, went round the end of the building, and entered his workshop. Quickly
he grabbed a camera, and slipped into the corridor, just as he heard the outer
locker room door slam. Next he heard movement the other side of the partition,
and after one wrong guess, opened the correct screen, which covered the window
on his side and sat down. When Sam had built the facility, he had mounted the
cisterns just above the acrylic screens, ostensibly to provide better flush
flow. In fact it was to ensure he had an unimpeded view. The other adaptation
Sam had made was he never fitted the plastic seats to the toilet bowls. As a
result, almost all the girls squatted rather than sat on the porcelain.
Jenny was just
locking the lavatory door. She was wearing a one piece red swimming costume,
which was still dripping water onto the floor. Without a pause, she pulled the
straps off her shoulders, and slid the entire suit off her body, down her legs
and onto the floor. She turned away from Sam, and positioned herself so her
feet were either side, with her legs an inch or two from the pan. She leaned
forward, then placed her hands on and bent her knees, she lowered herself.� As she did so, her bottom flared open, Sam
could easily see her vulva lips part exposing her tiny clitty, and her
urethra,� which dilated even as he
inspected it. The flow of golden fluid immediately followed. She pissed out at
least a half pint.
Sam was
waiting for the main event. The girl grunted. He could see her sphincter start
to dilate and just beneath it, her vagina also flared open in time with her
pushes. It was no more than a foot from him. His camera was getting everything.
She grunted again. Perhaps she is a little constipated, he thought with a smile
to himself. She dilated a little more. Sam reckoned� he could have easily got his middle finger
into a hole that size. She grunted a third time. Suddenly, Sam could see her
turd start it�s final journey slowly, then speed up. Her excrement came out
horizontally then curved down. It must have been at least six inches long and
as thick as his thumb, before the automatic clenching of her sphincter pinched
it off. Allowing it to drop into the bowl with a loud splash. The girl gave a
long sigh, shoved out another piece of shit about an inch and a half long. She
tried for another, but it was just dry heaves. As she grunted, so her anus and
vagina winked open and closed several times. She stood upright, and reached for
and tugged off the paper using only two squares, she gave herself a cursory
wipe, which Sam always enjoyed watching, flushed the cistern, pulled on her red
suit again, which made her shudder on account of it now being wet and cold and
fled to rejoin her class.
Sam knew that
he had enough archive footage of the type he really enjoyed, to be able to
retire now, and never get bored of what he was watching. He switched off the
camera, replaced the screen cover, and walked down to the pool pump room, down
the stairs. He checked this camera was still working fine, it was. He
nonchalantly looked through the little window, enjoying the little girls legs
as they swam and walked around the pool. He�d made sure the water was so clean
he could easily see to the far end with crystal clarity. He was always rewarded
with some great views on these occasions and today was no exception. Camel
toes, leg elastic gaping open where the rubber had perished, girls trying to
practice breast stroke, opening and closing their legs.
He was just
enjoying himself, when he noticed the unmistakable red and blue costume worn by
the teacher. It even had Miss. P. embroidered on one hip. What caught his
attention though was that Amy, in her two piece white transparent suit was
having her lesson now. She was practicing her breast stroke, like the others.
Miss. P. was supporting her tummy with one hand. Sam was mesmerised, though,
because as he watched, the other hand slid along the child�s naked tummy, and
under the elastic of the seven year old�s bikini panties. Sam grabbed the
camera, to ensure he got this. The teacher started to move her hand around
inside the girl�s panties. There was absolutely no question or doubt what was
happening. The teacher was molesting the girl in public. The teacher even then
moved her other hand down between her own thighs and gently rubbed herself. Sam
couldn�t believe what he was witnessing. After a few minutes, the show was
over. Sam closed up, and returned to the pool area.
He walked
casually in, and sat back in the chair where he had been before and watched the
girls and boys playing in the water. Miss. P. strolled over, dabbing herself
with her towel. He noticed she had a fantastic figure, muscle toned, she was
about five foot six, long blond hair tied into a pony tail, and sharp blue
eyes. Had she been half her age, Sam would have made a bee line for her.
She sat down
beside him in the same seat as before. �Amy�s swimming is coming along nicely
now, I think,� she stated, almost to herself.
�Yes, she�s a
nice little girl isn�t she? She seems very fond of you. I noticed how she came
up to you here before her lesson,� Sam said in a neutral tone.
�Yes, she is
really affectionate. She is such a nice little girl, I love her to bits. On the
other hand, she has A.D.H.D., you know, an Attention Deficit disorder. We have
to tell her everything several times before she learns, and even then she will
forget things a few days later.�
�Does she
forget when you rub her bottom, or put your hand inside her bikini and feel
between her legs during a swimming lesson?� Sam asked almost casually.
Her head
whipped round, her pony tail snaking across her face. Her nostrils flared and
fire showed in her eyes. �What do you mean, what are you saying? Be careful
when you accuse people of things like that.�
�What I am
saying,� Sam looked her in the eye, �Miss. P. is that I saw you molest one of
the seven year old girls in a manner which could not be mistaken. Am I
correct?�
�No, No, you
can�t have seen anything like that,� she was now looking worried and her
breathing was almost a pant.
�I�m sorry,
but I know what I saw, in fact,� he reached into his pocket and pulled out his
camera, �have a look at this.�
He pressed
�play� on the panel, and the last recording appeared in the little screen on
the back. Two figures were in sharp focus in the crystal clear water. The red
and blue costume worn by the teacher even the monogrammed �Miss. P. was
visible. The white bikini on a small girl. The teacher�s hand inside the
panties, fondling her genitals, the other hand obviously masturbating herself.
It was cast iron proof.
�How did
you�..What will�..Oh
�All may not
be as bad as you think,� Sam said in a kind voice, �I�m not about to report
this to anyone you know.�
�You�re not?
What do you want in return? Do you want money, I haven�t got any you know. Do
you want sex, oh, of course, you can�t, you don�t, oh shit, you know what I
mean.�
�I don�t want
anything, except a little cooperation. You will understand in a few minutes. I
have something I would like to show you, which I think will blow your mind.
When does the class finish?�
She looked
nervously at her wrist watch. �It�s due to end now, I had better blow the
whistle and call them out. Are you going to report me though, Sam? I mean,
should I get away before the police come, can you give me a little time?�
�Calm down
Miss. P., it won�t come to that. Blow the whistle, get the kids out then as
soon as you can, come round to my workshop, OK?� She nodded.
Sam left her
to organise the little girls and boys getting out of the pool, and went back to
his workshop, put away the camera, sat down and waited for her to come in. She
knocked, he smiled, no one had ever knocked on his door all the years he�d been
here.
She came in,
like a small child caught stealing a candy. She was still in her bathing suit,
with her towel draped around her shoulders, a pair of flip flops on her feet.
She was carrying her bag containing her other clothes.
Sam stood
without speaking, put a finger to his lips, and gestured for her to follow him.
She dropped her towel and bag onto a table. They entered the corridor. Sam had
left a low light switched on. Normally, he was so familiar, he moved in here in
the dark. It was vital no light was on when the covers were open. He walked to
the shower section, placing his hand on the pipes, he could discern which pipes
were running hot water, and so which shower was in use. Most were today. He showed
her where to stand.
Reaching up,
he flicked one of the relay switches, dropping the place into darkness, and
opened the cover. Miss. P. not knowing what to expect, stooped down and gave a
loud gasp, as she saw before her four seven year old girls in one of the
cubicles, all stark naked, water running down their perfect bodies, rubbing
soap into each other, and enjoying the shower, as any seven year old should.
�Sam what have
you got here,� she gasped in wonder, �this is heaven on earth, my
�Quiet,�
whispered Sam in a sibilant hiss, �these walls are paper thin, they will hear
you.�
She put her
fingers to her mouth, with an apologetic expression. She leaned forward, her
nose almost up to the acrylic. Her eyes were drinking it all in.
�Do you like
little boys as well, Miss. P.?� whispered Sam.
She nodded.
Sam turned and opened another cover on the other side of the corridor. Two boys
were in the cubicle there. She soaked in the ecstatic view. She was enjoying
this more than any experience of her life. The boys were pulling the skin of
their penises out as far as they could in the old game of �mine�s bigger than
yours�, comparing themselves, as boys do.
Sam saw out of
the corner of his eye that she was gently fondling herself. Her finger tips
slipping a little under the edge of her costume. He left her to it for a few
minutes and went out into his workshop and sat down to wait for her. About ten
minutes later, she came out of the door. She had a flushed expression on her
face. She was breathing as though she had been running. The smell of female
arousal strong in the air. She was obviously unaware that her costume was still
pulled to one side. The leg elastic was cutting deeply into her cleft, exposing
half of her pussy. Blond pubic hair in full display, as was her clitoris, which
was standing out proudly, engorged. She plumped down onto an easy chair that
Sam indicated to her. Her knees apart.
�Well how did
you like the peep show?� he asked her, with a grin on his face. �Did you drop
the covers down, by the way?� She nodded.
�I have never
seen anything like it in all my born days, Sam. That was simply stunning. Thank
you, thank you, thank you. How can I ever repay you? You could have reported
me, and instead you showed me the most amazing sight I have ever seen. I assume
you like little girls too Sam,� she asked with a questioning expression on her
face. �I like boys,� she continued, �but my choice is girls. Girls of any age,
up to about thirteen. How about you?�
�Yes, you are
right, girls are my thing too,� he replied. �I�m only interested in the
juniors, not the seniors. Really I�m not bothered about boys much, although I
sometimes find it interesting to watch when one of the senior boys sneaks in
there with one of the juniors and tries a little pederasty. It happens more
often than you�d expect. It�s all recorded, of course, you never know when
those seniors may become troublesome adults in the future.� He grinned at her.
�How did you
set this whole thing up,� she enquired. �This must have taken years.� He
nodded, and explained the story behind it all. She was impressed, she had
simply no idea, and said, she thought, like everyone else, that he had no
interest in sex.
�Yes,� he
answered, �it took a very long time to build the fiction that I have no sex
drive. Neat little cover story that, don�t you think? I�m not interested in
grown women, as I have already admitted to you, so it doesn�t bother me either
way, but your pussy is hanging out. Did you cum with a big one?� She blushed,
looked down, and burst into laughter, straightening out the garment and nodded
�yes�. �What I have done though is this,� he continued, �every now and then, I
date someone in the staff, or one of the single mums. I�m not interested, but it�s
part of the cover. I only go with a single person with no ties, and always
someone who gossips afterwards. Their story is the same. They got a great fuck,
blew their socks off, �but it was obvious he was faking his orgasm, as he
ejaculated his load into me�. So the legend is created that I am a normal guy,
fuck like a stallion, get no pleasure out of it, so don�t pursue sex for the
fun of it, and by implication, no one would ever think I am a pedo.�
�Wow,� she
said, �that�s some cover you�ve created. So where do I fit in? You could have
just kept quiet, or even reported me. It would have been more risk free for you
and even strengthened your story.�
�Ah, well,� he
said pensively, �here we come to the nub of it. Neither of us are interested in
each other. I mean we could have a nice fuck, probably even enjoy it, but would
rather be chasing younger flesh, right?� she nodded. �But think of this, what
if you and I became an item, started to be seen out together. Maybe even move
in together sometime. That would increase the cover stories for both of us, OK?
But the point is this, working together, we can help and cover for each other
making a score can�t we? In fact I think working together will double the
effort and triple the results.�
�You�ve
already thought this through, haven�t you,� she looked at him in admiration, �I
don�t even have to go away and think about it, I�m with you all the way. Sign
me up. With what you�ve created in that corridor, your cover story and general
reputation, I know you can only bring me a fortune in pedo fuelled orgasms! So
what happens now?�
�Well next,�
he said, �we pool our resources. I can let you have access to the corridor and
my photographic collection of movies and stills. I have a couple of girls being
primed right now which you may be interested in. They are both ten, and I
intend to fuck the first today, and the other tomorrow.�
She gasped,
�Is there any chance I can be there? Oh I would love to watch that..�
�Hold your
horses,� he said, holding up his hand, �we are still discussing sharing
resources aren�t we?�
�Oh yes, let
me think. Amy is compliant, you met her earlier, I have groomed her now to do
whatever I ask her. She is so addicted to my loving attention, she will do
anything I ask. She�s only seven, but her oral sex is just fantastic. I have
another couple of girls who are nine, who I am working on. They keep
experimenting on each other, as girls do, but more and more they are letting me
lead them in their �education�. They might come over before long. That�s about
it.�
�Well,� said
Sam, �there�s more there than you think. We are going off for the camping trip
on Friday. If by then we have worked out a few schemes, we should be able to
enjoy lots of fun. For example,� Sam rose from his seat, went to a cupboard and
extracted a litre bottle nearly full of a clear viscous liquid. �As you
probably know, I suffer from P.T.S.D. One symptom is the inability to sleep.
For the past five years, I have been prescribed this to help me sleep. Well
instead of sleeping, I have done my job at night. It�s quicker that way, and
has left me to pursue my �interests� during the day. So I haven�t been taking
it, just accumulating it. The recommended dose is about five drops. Just
imagine how many kids we could knock out this weekend with some of this? Just
imagine what you can do with those kids when they are unconscious.
She rolled her
eyes and moaned. Despite his presence, she lifted her legs over the arms of the
chair, and started to rub her fingers across her pussy. Her short breaths
coming in quick pants. She pulled the leg of her costume again to one side. He
could see the whole of her pussy, fluids of arousal pouring out. Her fingers
slipped in to her cleft, and as she rubbed herself, a rude squishy noise came
from her.
�It looks like
we are already on familiar terms,� Sam chuckled, looking pointedly, at her
salacious sitting position.�
She grinned up
at him from the chair, her fingers now working well into her pussy.. �I have a
feeling we are going to get to know each other very well indeed in a very short
time, don�t you?� Sam raised his eye brows and she simply nodded.
�Oh
�I think,� she
said eventually, �we are going to make one hell of a team. Shake, partner.� She
extended her sticky fingered hand out. He thought it a bit incongruous, but he
walked over and shook it. He glanced down thinking that had he been interested
in mature women, she had a superb looking cunt. He was almost tempted to fondle
her, almost.
�I think if we
are going to be an item, and on such intimate terms, I�d better call you Sylvia
from now on. Now, back to this afternoon,� Sam said, �I have two naughty girls
coming around for detention. They were the ones that stole the two Japanese Tanto daggers. I have both of their confessions on tape.
The first I caught yesterday, and gave her a really good spanking. It was that
Lizzie, you probably know her, obsidian eyes, blond hair. She�s been in trouble
lots of times.� Sylvia nodded.� �The
second I caught this morning. Hannah, same age, dark hair, very thin, long
features, Jewish looking, beautiful. She�d been led on by Lizzie, but was
guilty just the same. She is terrified of being hurt when she is spanked. I�ve
got to strike a balance, if that�s not a pun, to make sure she still gets her
spankings, otherwise we�ll not get future cooperation from Lizzie, but at the
same time that she chooses to having her little virgin ten year old cunt fucked
for the first time. Do you want to see that? They are due here at five thirty.�
�Wild horses
wouldn�t keep me away. Can I join in?� Sylvia looked at him hopefully. Her
fingers were working again.
�I am not
sure, I don�t see why you can�t be there though, we�ll play it by ear. Perhaps
we will have to be careful for the first time or two, but once they are fully
cooperative, you�ll be able to please yourself anytime with them. I�m going
over to the office a little later and speak to Marjorie, see if I can pick up
any more information on them from her files, if she�ll let me look at them.
Then, of course, as I mentioned before, they are on detention for the rest of
the week, I hope to fuck Lizzie tomorrow afternoon. But as they say, tomorrow�s
another day.�
�Do you fancy
a date tomorrow night after detention?� he asked with a raised eyebrow, and a
half smile, �I�ve got something on the brew that I think will interest you.
Babysitting a seven and an eight year old. You probably know them, ginger
haired sisters, really hard up family. I thought it would be a good chance to
try out the sleeping potion before we go to camp.
�God yes,
would I ever,� she was making a squelching noise with her fingers again, as
they worked further up into her cunt. �Would you like me to ask Amy to come
round and see you later? I know she�s only seven, but she loves a cuddle, and
she doesn�t mind how, or where you cuddle. With her type of learning
difficulties, she won�t say or remember anything. She wouldn�t know or
understand if it was inappropriate or not. She should be in my gym class this
afternoon at three, I�ll bring her round then. You can use her until four
o�clock. I�ll call round for her then.�
Sam�s heart
skipped a beat. This new partnership might work out very well for them both
indeed. At that moment, there was a noise next door, some sort of commotion.
They looked at each other.
�My next class
for gym must be getting changed,� she said, �they are the 5th Grade. Sounds
like they are having an argument about something.�
Sam entered
the corridor, Sylvia holding his hips to guide her in the dark. Sam guessed the
right window cover to open and through the shower cubicle, they could see into
the changing room beyond. One of the smaller girls, Sally was her name, a
nervous child, with silvery blond hair, who never seemed to have any friends,
was surrounded by three others. The three Vs were well known to the staff for
being bullies. All of them had been in trouble before for hurting some of the
weaker kids. The little girl was naked and they were all jeering at her for
being small and weak. She started to cry. The three were all tall for their
age, and overweight. Sylvia thought it a waste of time them being in the gym at
all. The ring leader, her name was Verity Morgan, was far fatter than the other
two, always reminded Sam of the character Verruca
Salt in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, but far more obese.
The three
picked up the unfortunate victim�s clothes and started searching, presumably
for money. Finding nothing, they tossed the clothes into the shower cubicle,
still damp from the earlier class, and stomped off to seek another victim.
Sally wiped her tears from her cheeks, picked up her now wet clothes and pulled
on her old second hand leotard, which was now too small, and resulted in the
deepest camel toe appearing as soon as the garment was on. As she turned away
to leave, Sam noticed there was a hole in the costume, over one of her
buttocks, showing she was not wearing sport panties underneath, as Sam and
Sylvia had already observed. Sally was from a poor family, where any
expenditure was carefully considered.
Back in the
workshop, Sam fumed. There was nothing they could do about what they had
witnessed. Sylvia was much more pragmatic.
�We�re going
to be on camp with those three for the weekend. Don�t worry, we�ll have plenty
of chance to fix something to sort them out.� Sam smiled he liked Sylvia a lot
as he got to know her. But Sam intended to sort out those three before the
camp.
Sylvia
departed to take the gym class. Sam switched on his computer and sorted through
his memory sticks. He opened up his anonymous web site, where he stored all
sorts of miscellaneous files, opened a new directory, and uploaded three
encrypted files. The confessions from Lizzie and Hannah and the evidence on
Sylvia. Next, he sent a text to the two girls from his pay as you go cell phone
giving them a link to their individual web pages and the decrypt code.
Sam walked out
the rear door of the workshop and wandered across the playground in front of
the main school building. Boys and girls were playing their usual games, making
a huge volume of noise and just being kids, He went to the Administration
office and had a chat with Marjorie.
�I need to get
a feel on some of the kids on the girls� camping trip. Is there anything I need
to be aware of Marjorie? I wonder if I could have a browse through some of the
files?�
�Certainly
Sam, who did you have in mind? I can get them out as you need them. I may even
be able to answer some �off the record� points as well.�
Sam asked for
Lizzie and Hannah�s files as well as Verity�s and her two side kick�s. Their
names were Vera and Vicky. �Ah, the Three V�s, all the trouble makers eh? Yes
well, Lizzie. Hmm, I am amazed she�s still in the school. Bad family, bad
record, bad news all round. I bet she�ll not make it to the senior school.�
�You�re on Marj,� said Sam with a grin, �I bet you the price of a beer
she will be top of her class this time next year, with a clean record. And,� he
went on, �for the price of another beer, Hannah will be right up there with
her.�
�You�re on
Sam,� she replied �that will be the easiest drink I ever won, unless you know
something I don�t.� They both laughed.
�Hannah,� said
Marjorie, �now there is a sad case. A lovely girl, or could have been, bright,
intelligent, pretty, but bad family. She doesn�t stand a chance. She has a
terribly nervous disposition and has been diagnosed with a� deteriorating eating disorder, Anorexia
Nervosa. The doctors say something is driving her down, and unless she can pull
herself up again, she could be in big trouble. Her weight is two thirds what it
should be. She is under fifty pounds and falling.� What she needs is something to focus her life
onto. How you think you can make something of her, I can�t imagine.�
�Verity!
Another bad one. If you ask me,� she went on, �she needs a damn good smacking.�
�Just what I
was thinking�, thought Sam.
�Kicked out of
her last school. The rumours were that she not only bullied kids there, as she
does here, but tried to supply drugs. Can you believe it at that age? She
narrowly escaped youth custody, because her father has close ties with the
Mayor.�
�She has been
spoilt rotten by her divorced parents, who each try to bribe her for attention,
with the result you have a really unpleasant child. Can you do something with
her this weekend Sam?�
�I�ll try,� he
grimaced, �I�ll try. And the other two, Vera and Vicky?�
�Oh, simple
girls, easily led. Get them away from Verity, and you would have two normal kids
really, just needing a crash diet. No way that�s puppy fat, as their mothers
try to insist. Anyone else?�
�Yes a couple
more. Sally, the eleven year old, seems to be a loner and finally Little Amy,
she�s seven. I know she�s not on the trip, but our paths cross from time to
time, and it would be good to have a handle on her condition.�
Well,� said
Marjorie, �casting an eye over the file, Sally Williams is another sad case of
what might have been. Intelligent; I.Q. thought to be over 140. The music teacher
says she is brilliant in her class, and could go far if given the chance.
Divorced parents again, her mother, Wendy Williams, doesn�t get the alimony
money, despite a court order, so works all hours as an assistant chef in a
restaurant. Sally feels guilt about it and instead of forging a life for
herself as her mother would probably wish, acts like a church mouse and
wouldn�t say boo to a goose. Given the right guidance and inspiration, she
could do really well at school and go on to college. But, and it is a big but,
she has self harmed herself three times now quite badly. She was on suicide
watch for a while. Bullying seems to have been at the root of the problem. She
seems to be an easy target.� Marjorie switched files.
�Amy
Cartwright. She has A.D.H.D. as I recall, yes,� she said glancing at some
medical notes, �can�t remember anything at all that she does or says. Very
affectionate, just wants love all the time. A lovely nature. Always smiling.
Perhaps with your P.T.S.D. you�ll have something in common. She�ll take a shine
to you, Sam I�m certain. She shouldn�t really be here in a mainstream school,
but with budget cuts and the current �Care in the community� policy, well,
she�s here.�
�Looking down
this list, Sam,� continued Marjorie, �there is one more girl that perhaps I
should give you a heads up on. Her name is Shirley
�She�s an
arrogant girl, needs bringing down a peg or two. Spoilt, comes of having two
rich parents without time to raise her. Her father, she gets her arrogance from
him, is the Mayor, a friend of Mr. Morgan. Anyway, keep an eye on her. She
could become a bit like Verity if given half a chance.�
�How�s life
with you Sam? You up for the horrors of taking seventy girls up into the woods
this weekend?�
�Won�t be the
first time I�ve stuck my neck out,� he chuckled, �and I�m sure it won�t be the
last. Anything I need to be aware of with the other staff? The two teachers in
charge of the twenty senior school girls, Joyce and Margaret, I haven�t had
much to do with them. They will be going up into the higher valley, so after we
get there, they�ll head off, and we won�t see them again until Monday when we
come home. That will leave Miss. P., Sue Evans, Halley Watson and me.�
�Well,� said
Marjorie, �that�s a good crew, and certainly enough for the fifty girls in your
group. Miss. P. is fairly new to the school, and seems to be settling into her
role very well. The youngsters in particular have taken to her I notice. You
two will have a lot in common.� More than you know, thought Sam. �Sue and
Halley have done a couple of these trips with you before, haven�t they?�
�Yes, they are
experienced outdoorsmen, and know about canoeing, orienteering, sailing,
trekking and so on. All four of us are qualified in first aid. I am getting to
know Miss. P a little better. We are going on a date tomorrow.�
�Oh,� said
Marjorie, her interest immediately piqued, �I thought with your, you know,
problem, you can�t, wouldn�t err you know.�
�I understand
what you�re thinking Marjorie, and in a way I agree, but I like company, and
going out to places, and, well one day I�d like kids of my own. I like Sylvia
and we seem to get along so I thought I�d give it a shot.�
�Well I�m
pleased for you,� she smiled, placing a warm hand on his forearm, �good luck to
you both.�
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CHAPTER 5
Tuesday
afternoon � Amy calls
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Sylvia came
and sat with Sam at lunch. They were chatting and smiling with each other and
the other teachers on their table. They dropped a couple of hints that they
were having a date. Sam knew, though, that the seeds sown with Marjorie would
germinate quickly.
After lunch,
Sam caught her on her own, and mentioned the meeting he�d had with Marjorie and
the basics of what he�d found out.
�I think that
Sally might be a nice girl for you and I to get to know a little better, if any
girl can be groomed quickly, it should be her,� he suggested, �what do you
think.�
�You�re dead
right, Sam, Let�s both work on her shall we? Oh, I will bring Amy round to you
at three, for you to use her; I�ll bring her to the rear door. Better that,
than her wondering around the school on her own. She�ll be in her gym leotard.�
Sam went back
and made some arrangements for the detention later that day. He removed his
boxers and slipped into a pair of light sweatpants. He was just finishing, when
a tap on the rear door announced Amy�s arrival. Sylvia handed her in, and gave
the girl a kiss, and told her to do everything Uncle Sam asked her and to be a
good girl.
Sam took the
little girl�s hand and they climbed the stairs to Sam�s tiny apartment. Amy had
on a green shiny lycra one piece leotard, without leggings. It was obvious at a
glance that she wasn�t wearing any underwear. It was as if her pussy had been
painted green so clearly defined were her features. She had absolutely no
curves or bumps at all, other than her mound, which seemed to stand out like a
hill on a plain. Her waist was parallel sided, no flare at the hips, her legs
pencil thin, like all girls her age. She had dark curly hair, a rounded face,
button nose and small mouth.
�Well Amy, I
am so pleased to see you. Would you like to play some games this afternoon?�
The girl gave a nod and a broad toothy grip. �What would you like to play Amy?
I know, would you like to play cuddles? That�s a nice game isn�t it?�
The tiny
preteen nodded her head vigorously again and looked around the room. Sam sat
down in an arm chair and gestured for the girl to climb into his lap. She
climbed up and facing him, straddled his legs, putting her arms around his neck
and gave him a kiss right on his lips. Sam�s hands naturally cradled her
bottom, the globes of which barely filled his palms. He easily slipped his
fingers into her thin leotard�s leg holes. Her skin was silky smooth to his
touch. Her mind might be a little mixed up, but there was absolutely nothing at
all wrong with her little body. She felt utterly divine to his lustful mind.
The next two or three minutes, Amy hugged him as though she thought he might
escape from her, while Sam quietly enjoyed himself, molesting her, exploring
her, running his finger tips up and down her bum crack. She showed absolutely
no objection as he caressed and probed her rosebud. She leaned back, still
holding him around his neck, her tummy pressing into Sam�s chest, then suddenly
darted forward and kissed him again.
After some
time. Sam suggested they change position, and turned her so she was now leaning
with her back to him, her feet either side of his knees. Sam� again slipped his fingers through the leg
holes of her leotard. He could hear the crackling of the tired elastic as it
gave way under the tension, as he pushed his hands through, so he could cup her
proud, hairless, firm, but pliant mound.
In this
position, with her knees spread outwards, her slit was parted, so his
fingertips naturally dropped into her crevice, exploring her delights. The nub
of her clitoris, firm to his touch, twitched slightly, as he played with it for
a second, before moving further down between her tiny vulva lips, finding the
dip indicating the entrance to her virginal, vaginal tunnel. Amy put her hands
on top of his, again pressed hard, trying to increase his close contact.
�Do you like
me doing this, Amy?� he asked, �It feels really nice to me.�
�Uh Ha,� she
replied, �I don�t mind, it feels kinda nice.�
�Shall I move
my fingers up and down, like this Amy?� he pressed his fingers into her cleft,
and started to feel deeper. There was the slight rise of her clitoral hood. He
wanted her to enjoy this. She would be more cooperative that way.
After a minute
or two, Amy said �That feels kinda nice, Unca Sam.� She put her hand on top of his, and added to the
downward pressure. She lifted up her feet, and swung them up and outwards, over
the arms of the chair. The girl didn�t understand what he was doing to her, but
her body certainly did, and was telling her what to do.
�Is that nice
now, Amy,� he asked, �would you like me to make it even better?�
The kid looked
up over her shoulder and with another toothy grin nodded.
�Let�s take
your leotard off shall we,� he said, moving his hands to the top of the
garment, and slipped the sleeves off her shoulders, knowing she wouldn�t have a
clue what he meant said: �I�ll probably cum all over you, we don�t want it to
get spoilt, do we?�
�No, Unca Sam, we don�t.� she lifted her bottom up, as his hands
swept the green cloth down her tummy and legs, dropping it onto the floor.
Amy took up
her previous position, with her legs back over the chair arms. Sam resumed his
masturbation of the little girl, allowing his fingers to reach deeper into her
crevice. Not wanting her to get too sore, Sam adjusted his position, and placed
his hands, palm up, under her upper thighs, so his fingers were able to fondle
the wonders of her tiny vulva from beneath. He looked ahead at the large floor
standing mirror he had placed to enable him to see exactly what was happening.
As he massaged her labia lips outwards, he could see the dark shadow of her
vagina appear and disappear.
�Shall I take
off my sweatpants, Amy,� Sam asked, �I�m getting really warm playing this game
with you?� The girl giggled and nodded.
It was the
work of ten seconds for Sam to strip off. He paused, cuddling the little girl
across her belly once more to reassure her. After a few moments, he lifted her
up with his palms under her thighs, and raised her so her bottom lifted over
the end of his raging erection, and lowered her back down, so his cock stood up
in front of her between her thighs, the tip pressed to her tummy button. Her
cleft gripped his shaft along it�s entire length, like the proverbial hot dog
bun.
Sam slid
further down into the seat, so he was almost lying down. He lifted her slightly
up his tummy, so now the tip of his cock was just pressing into the top of her
cleft. Pre-cum was running down her slit already. Sam used the fingers of one
hand to hold and masturbate her with his cock, and the fingers of the other to
spread his slimy viscous pre-cum all the way from her bottom to the top of her
cleft. He was now able to rub her without fear of making her too sore. He
detected a small movement. He hadn�t even thought it possible a seven year old
might be able to enjoy sexual arousal, but maybe she did. He would enjoy this
more if she did.
��How does this feel, Amy,� Sam asked, �Do you
like it?�
�It feels kinda funny, Unca Sam,� she
replied, �I think it�s kinda nice, I guess.�
Sam continued,
grabbed his cock again, and pressed the tip to her clitty, lodged between the
wings of her labia and the hood of her clitoris. He then took her hand and
asked her to press him into her with her fingers. She managed to work into a
rhythm of masturbating herself using his cock.
Sam lifted her
slightly with his knees. He put his hand right under her, so he could curl his
fingers up just beneath his cock. He could now feel the entrance to her tiny
vagina, coated and filled with a continual stream of pre-cum. He very carefully
and gently pressed his middle finger to her entrance, and felt the resistance
as her cunt lips reluctantly parted, and the tight ring of her entry, initially
resistant to his intrusion, relax as it slowly, slowly dilated over several
minutes. Suddenly, he felt his finger pop in, as the muscles at her entry
finally relaxed and gave way to his digital intrusion. His finger, coated as it
was with so much pre-cum, slid into the little seven year old. He realised she
had no hymen, for he encountered no further resistance.
He didn�t
press hard, but waited for her movements to slowly allow his finger to
penetrate deeper into her. His second knuckle went in, and just as he thought
his finger would be entirely engulfed by the seven year old�s cunt, he felt the
rubbery wall of her cervix pressing back against his finger tip. He gently
massaged it to enjoy feeling far inside the depths of this seven year old, and
bring her arousal ever higher.
Meanwhile, Amy
was getting really into the rhythm of rubbing his cock head against her clitty.
As she did so, her mound bulged out at the sides in a most erotic way. Sam felt
the familiar clenching of her thighs, as she started to try to move her body
against him more firmly. He realised she was going to cum. Everything then
happened in a rush. The girl gave a loud squeak, started to breath in short
pants, which turned to piggy snorts. She started to moan louder and her rubbing
of his cock into her clitty became quite vigorous, as her climax reached a
crescendo and overwhelmed her. Sam erupted. A great spout of semen ejaculated
up into the air, landing on her belly, and again and again it pulsed, landing
all over the little girl�s tummy, chest and one strong pulse even reached as
far as her face. The pool of cum on her belly, ran down back towards her groin,
she was coated from her neck, over her tiny nipples, chest and tummy, to her
thighs in the glutinous creamy fluid of his sperm filled semen. When it was
over, calm descended. Sam lay catching his breath for a minute or two.
�Well Amy,
that was nice wasn�t it? Did you like that? Would you like to come back and see
Unca Sam and do that again darling?�
The little
girl giggled again and nodded. �Yes Unca Sam, I got
gooey all over me.� She dipped her finger into a pool of cum in her tummy
button, and as she once again looked up at him over her shoulder, she smiled at
him and sucked her finger.��
Sam looked at
his wall clock. Fifteen minutes to go. He quickly stood, still holding the
little naked preteen girl in his arms, and walked over to his shower, ran the
water till it was warm, and stepped in. He washed them both down, switched the
water off, wrapped her in a large fluffy towel, placed her back on the armchair
for a minute, dried himself and pulled on his track suit. He then rubbed the
girl down making sure he dried all the �interesting� bits carefully
Before he
dressed her, seeing he still had a few minutes, he wanted to get some really
close up photos of her. He asked her if she would show him some of her gym
positions.
�Lie on the
floor on your back, Amy, yes, that�s right. Now see how far you can spread your
legs outwards. That�s a good girl, well done, can you go further?� The girl�s
legs were stretched out so far, Sam suggested she put her hands on her knees,
and pull, to see how far she could bring her legs up towards her sides. Sam was
amazed how bendy she was. Her rectum, perineum, vagina, vulva lips and clitoris
were all spread out and open for his gaze and the camera lens. Her vagina was
especially wide open. Perhaps from his intrusion there a few minutes ago or
just her present position, but he could see into her at least an inch or two.
Sam got close up to her, and from just a couple of inches away, camera set to
�macro� he got some excellent �inside� shots of the little preteen. Her coral
pink vagina glistening from her arousal, still flowing out of her.
Time was short
so Sam slipped the green leotard back on. He noticed with a smile where the
tired elastic had stretched too far, her leg holes flapped open slightly. He
was hoping that he would get a return visit from this beautiful, compliant, but
mentally challenged seven year old. Her brain might be a little mixed up, but
her lovely body was perfection. He even wondered if it would be possible to
actually get his cock in and fuck someone this small. Although his cock was
long enough, it wasn�t as thick as many men, which Sam considered an advantage
for his future plans. It might be worth a try. He�d ask Sylvia.
Sam had just brought
her downstairs, when the rear door opened, and in came Sylvia. �How�d it go,
Sam?� she asked, looking at the youngster, �Did you have a lovely time Amy with
Uncle Sam?�
�Yeth Mith P.,� lisped the girl,
�I had a lovely time, can I come again?�
�Of course
darling, you can cum any time you like.� Sylvia chuckled, giving Sam a sideways
glance.
Sam showed her
the viewing screen of the camera with a vagina entrance filling the whole
picture. �You can browse through these later if you like,� he said, �I also got
the main event videoed. We can watch it together if you bring the popcorn!�.
Sylvia laughed. She had another class to run in a few minutes, and needed to
get Amy changed, so stepped out the door again and whisked her away.�
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CHAPTER 6
Tuesday
afternoon �� Saving Sally
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The passage
outside his back workshop door was a dark covered way between two double storey
buildings, about ten feet wide. His workshop one side, the kitchens the other.
His apartment was over the workshop, and above the kitchens were some old
disused rooms.
It was a blind
alley, and near the end, the school industrial sized wheeled disposal dumpster
bins were kept. Behind the bins, was a hidden area, where senior school pupils
had frequently been caught smoking, or making out, in the past, so Sam tended
to keep an eye out. The last thing he needed was a bin fire just outside his
workshop.
So it was no
surprise, when a few minutes later, Sam heard voices. They were agitated, and
raised. He moved over to the far workshop window adjacent to the noise he had
heard, where he was hidden by a curtain. He quickly realised who was there. It
was the three �Vs� and Sally Williams.
�Right,� said
the unmistakable voice of Verity, �You reported us this morning didn�t you? I
think we�ve got some unfinished business. You told on us to Miss. P..�
�No I didn�t,�
stammered the� unfortunate Sally, �I
haven�t spoken to Miss. P. all day,�
�Well someone
did,� she sneered, �how else did she know about our chat in the shower room,
eh? So now you�re in for it. Grab her.�
Vicky and Vera
held Sally�s arms, while Verity leant down and pulled her slip on shoes off,
her socks had come off at the same time. She ripped� down the kid�s red and black tartan pleated
kilt school regulation skirt, ripped her blouse open, popping the buttons and
in a few seconds, the unfortunate victim was standing naked except for her
panties. Verity stepped forward with an evil leer, grabbed the white cotton,
and pulled it down. In another moment, the pile of clothes had been scooped up
and thrown into one of the bins, the one with wet, smelly kitchen waste in it.
At that moment, Sam was at the door, and stepped out, having caught the three
bullies red handed.
�What in
He turned to
Verity. �Well Missy, what do you have to say for yourself?� he demanded of the
defiant girl. �This time I have caught you right in the act of bullying Sally.
Well?�
�So what are
you going to do?� she sneered again, �you�re not a proper teacher, you can�t
tell me what to do.�
�I can stop
you coming on my trip this weekend,� he countered, immediately regretting his
weak response.
�No you can�t
my father�s on the board of the school, he�ll tell you what to do.�
Sam realised
this argument was going to take some time to sort out and he just didn�t have
the time or the inclination, so he sent her to the Principal�s office. He went
back into the workshop, where Vera and Vicky were nervously waiting. He phoned
the office and gave Marjorie a summary of what had occurred, and that Verity
was on her way, leaving out the details of stripping Sally naked, and said he
would deal with the other two himself.
�Well you two,
that was an absolute disgrace,� shouted Sam, �I understand from Verity it was
an idea entirely cooked up by you two,� he lied. �She tells me you�re behind
all this bullying that�s being going on recently. Is that right?� There was
silence, two contrite, but offended, faces.
�Mr. Sam,�
answered Vera after a pause, �we just did what she told us. Verity is the boss,
she tells us what to do. If we don�t, she just hits us.�
�Do you two
want to come to camp this weekend?� demanded Sam, �If you do, you�re going to
have to change and do so before Friday. Do I make myself absolutely clear?�
�Yes Sam,�
they said in unison, �we�ll try and be good from now on.�
�Well I am
going to punish you,� said Sam, an idea had just come to him. An idea that
would grow and change his life, �but it�s up to you to show me that you can
make it work, understand?�
�Yes Sam,�
they agreed together.
�Well this is
what we�re going to do. First, you�re going to get Sally�s clothes out of the
dumpster. Next you�re going to wash them for her and sew on any missing buttons
back onto the blouse. But, before that, you will make it up with her. I think
you should share a tent with her for the camp, and you will be her friends, and
I mean friends. If I hear one word out of place, you will be sent home from
camp. Your job will be looking after her. You will also not speak to Verity
from now until camp. Not one word, understand?� Both nodded. �If you show me
you can reform, are kind to Sally, I might have a proposal for you, which I
think you will find very interesting. It is about a new club I�m forming. But,
before that, you�re going to apologise to Sally right now. Is there anything
wrong with what I have asked?�
Neither
objected. �No Sam, We�re sorry. But the problem is Verity. Can you keep her
away from us, we don�t really like her, but she bosses us around?�
�I�ll make
sure she knows her place,� replied Sam �don�t you worry, if you mean it, and
work with me, between us we�ll have a happier school, and one less bully.�
����
Sam led them
upstairs. There they found a frightened looking Sally, who recoiled slightly at
seeing the two overweight girls, who had so recently tormented her, enter with
Sam.
�Sally, Vera
and Vicky have something to say to you,� said Sam, �don�t you girls?�
Looking a
little contrite, they stepped forward and even Sam thought their apology was
genuine and well meant.
�Sorry Sally,�
said Vera �I promise it won�t happen again. It was Verity, she made us do it.
We�d like you to be our friend. We don�t want to be friends with Verity
anymore. So if you join us, we�ll go around together if you like.�
�Yes,� said
Vicky, �I�m really sorry too. I will get your clothes all cleaned up for
tomorrow. I promise we mean it. If you like, you could share our tent on the
camp. We could make up a new gang, what do you think? Mr. Sam is calling it a
club.�
Sam took the
two back downstairs and told them that if they meant what they said, he would
make sure they really enjoyed the camp. He told Vera to go and ask Miss. P.,
when she had a moment, to come up with a change of clothes for Sally, while
Vicky gets the dirty ones out of the bin. He found a long stick with a hook he
used for window opening, and handed it to Vicky to fish the soiled clothes out
of the bin. He went back upstairs.
Sally was
still sitting huddled in a chair. She was wearing Sam�s short towelling robe,
which came down to her knees. Her feet were tucked against her bottom, and she
hugged her shins, looking over the top of her folded knees with two round
sorrowful eyes. Sam made some tea and placed a mug on the small table beside
her, and sat across from her.
�I�m really
sorry what happened out there, Sally,� said Sam with a sympathetic tone, �I
think and hope I have broken up that trio of bullies, and I am sure you won�t
be bothered by them again OK?�
Sally nodded
silently. She looked as though she were going to burst into tears any moment.
�As you just
heard, I am thinking of forming a little group of friends here,� he said,
looking at her in the eye steadily, �I�m going to call it �The Choices Club�, I
was thinking perhaps you might be interested in joining it. The idea is that
members will stand by each other as true friends should. We will do various
activities out of school time, evenings and weekends. In the vacations, we will
perhaps go on trips, maybe get into the woods and hills and do camping and
stuff. Would you be interested in that? I will only be asking a small number of
girls to join the group. It won�t be open to everyone. Just a select few. But
those few will be friends for life, and I mean life.�
Sally reached
over for her tea. As she lifted her elbow, the robe slid down her thigh several
inches. She looked at him, and gave him a slight smile. She took a small sip of
tea. As she replaced the cup on the table, she sat back further into the chair,
relaxing a little. Sam noticed her knees were an inch or two apart now, and
knowing she wasn�t wearing any panties, he had an enticing view between her
thighs, but not quite as far as he would have liked.
�The idea I
have, Sally,� he went on, �is that members of the club will go off together and
do lots of exciting things, but while at school, will look out for each other.
You know, a bit like the three musketeers, one for all and all for one. You�ll
never be bullied again. That, I promise.�
Her face
brightened up. She reached for her cup again, and took another sip. Sam noticed
this time, her knees had fallen several inches apart, and he was rewarded with
a direct view of her pudenda. He could quite easily see her gorgeous pussy and
her oval shaped mound with just a dusting of a few silvery blond hairs, split
with a stunning cleft, her clitty just poking through. Lower a slightly darker
shadow betrayed the entrance to her vagina. She saw his glance, and closed her
knees together, blushing slightly.
�Would there
be any cost for going on the trips, Sam,� she asked with a worried look, �it�s
just that we don�t have any money, and I try to help my mum by not asking her
to spend money on stuff?�
�Don�t worry
Sally,� he answered, �as I said it�s all for one and one for all. If you join
my club, you�re in for life, and we look after each other. Do you understand?
If one person wants help, the others provide it. If you want to go on the trip
and have no money, you can go. If someone else wants your help in any way, you
give it. We will do anything for each other, understand? Anything. And as I
said, you�ll never be bullied again.� His eyes flickered momentarily down her
body, a glance not missed by this intelligent child. �This club, Sally is going
to be closer than any family.�
�Well in that
case, Sam, I�d love to join your club, who else are members?� She leaned
forward. More interested in this than she had been interested in anything for
some time. Maybe this was what she�d been looking for. She�d been at the point
of despair. The humiliation downstairs, the final straw. Life no longer worth
living. But in her head, a little voice had told her she wasn�t alone anymore.
She should listen to Sam. She moved her elbows onto her knees, her palms now
cupping her chin. As she leaned forward, her elbows pushed her knees apart
until they pressed up against the chair arms. Sam again had a spectacular view
between the child�s thighs, from her rectum to her belly button. He could see
her light scattering of fine silver hair on her mound was still all straight.
It hadn�t started to curl yet. This time, as she saw his glance, she didn�t
blush. It felt to her that his gaze was softly and warmly caressing her. She
just smiled at him. She didn�t mind, he�d been kind to her. Let him look if he wanted
to.
Sam kept his
gaze moving from her face to her genitalia, and with a smile on his face said,
�Like I said, Sally, we look after each other. You look after me, and I�ll look
after you. You�ve had a nasty experience outside just now. Would you like a
little cuddle?� She looked at him, uncertainty on her face, but certainty in
her mind. She knew by instinct exactly what this was eventually leading to.
Although she wasn�t ready for that, yet, she didn�t want to discourage him, and
besides, she needed a cuddle. �As I said, Sally, It�s The Choices Club, and we
make choices to be in it, but you�ll never ever want for a friend again, that I
promise you.�
She stood up
and walked over to Sam, and sat across his lap. She was uncertain what to do.
Sam put his arms around her waist, and cuddled her into him she leaned her head
over and rested it against his shoulder, her hands pressed to his chest, as if
ready to push him away. He rocked her back and forth a couple of times. It was
as if she made a choice, for she suddenly put her arms around his neck and
cuddled him to her, as if her life depended on it, like the emotional dam
within her had broken. Sam realised this little preteen was his for the taking,
but� mustn�t be rushed. She was a
nervous, damaged soul and to rush things now, would spoil the chance she had
for recovery and he had for molesting her.
So they were
still in this position when Miss. P., unheard came up the stairs, and putting
her head around the door said, �Hello you two how are you doing?� Sally shot up
as if she had been given an electric shock in her bum.
�It�s OK,
Sally, sit down again, Miss. P. is going to be a member of our club,� he gave
Sylvia a meaningful look, as Sally once again settled down, looking a little
uncertain, �she will always look after you I promise, won�t you Miss. P., and
if ever you need to ask someone anything, and I mean anything at all, you can
ask her, like you might your mum, OK?� She nodded, as he warmly cuddled her
again. �Will you come and see me tomorrow morning in your break, I want to know
you�re OK?�
Sally smiled.
She hadn�t felt this hopeful for years. Now she had two adult friends and two
kids who had been horrible to her and now said they would also be her friends,
and a camp this weekend she now looked forward to rather than dreaded. But that
voice was in her head again, telling her to trust Sam and Miss. P. She stood up
again, took the clothes from Miss. P., pulled on the panties she had brought,
dropped the robe onto the floor, not seeming to mind them looking at her
budding body, and got dressed quickly. She came over to Sam, who was now
standing and placing her arms around his chest, reached up on tip toes and gave
him a big kiss on his lips. She hugged Miss. P. and in a moment, she was gone,
her voice telling her everything was going to be OK from now on.�
�Well, said
Sylvia, �you seem to have made a conquest there. Anything you want to tell me?
What�s this about a club, by the way?�
Sam explained
what had happened in the yard, and how he�d handled it. He went on to say he
thought Vera and Vicky could be turned around and sorted out. They could be
nice people if kept away from Verity. I am going to see them tomorrow and see
if I can straighten them out. Sam explained about The Choices Club idea he�d
had. The whole concept was growing continually in his mind.
�I�m still
thinking it through,� he continued, �but imagine if we have a group of girls,
who are bound together in a fellowship, whereby they are honour bound to look
out for each other. The older ones help the younger ones with homework, that
sort of thing. I think we can not only give them an exciting life, we can help
these kids get top grades at school, go on to college. They will also get
together with us at weekends and school vacations. We go to places, do
activities and have fun together. It would be like this weekend�s camp all the
time. But the key thing is they will do anything for each other. That is the
code. All for one and one for all, as the Musketeers said.�
�
�So I assume
from what you�re saying,� she looked at him with a keen face, �if we are
members, they�ll do anything for us too?�
He nodded,
�That�s the whole point in setting this up. They get a far better life than
they�ve previously had, we get to fuck every last one of them when ever we
want. Which reminds me, you mentioned you have a couple of nine year olds that
you have been grooming. How are they coming along?�
�Yes, if we
can form The Club, I think they would be ideal,� she replied. �They�re both
very good gymnasts. They will need a sponsor, if they progress further. Maybe
The Club could do that. Imagine the bendy positions they could get into for
you.�
�That sounds
perfect,� said Sam, �then as time goes by, and if we handle it right, get the
older girls to explain what is expected of the younger ones as they join.�
�You�re so
full of great ideas Sam. Who were you thinking of inviting into The Club? So
there�s you and me and Sally, and my two, who are called Sandy and Mandy, by
the way, and�?�
�Well, Vera
and Vicky come to mind, he answered, �they are nicer people than you think,
beneath the surface. Get twenty pounds off each of them, and they�d look good
too. The others might be a surprise to you as well. I was thinking about Hannah
and Lizzie.�
�My
Sam explained
what he wanted Sylvia to do, and how they would handle the various possible
scenarios which might occur. �I�m rather looking forward to this,� she said.
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CHAPTER� 7
Tuesday late
afternoon � 2nd Detention
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There was a
quiet knock on the rear door of Sam�s workshop. The door creaked open, and the
two culprits entered. Lizzie was looking happier than she�d been the previous
afternoon, although obviously nervous, while Hannah looked terrified. They
looked over at Miss. P. and although they were partly mollified at her
presence, they were puzzled too.
�Come over
here and sit down,� said Sam sternly, as he went around the windows, dropping
the blinds down and clicking the door lock shut, �we need to decide what your
choices will be today, don�t we?� They nodded. �Good, now Hannah, as Lizzie had
part of her punishment yesterday, and you haven�t been punished at all yet, I
think we will have to start with you. Is that fair?� The girl nodded silently,
visibly shaking.
�Now as I recall,
I gave you a number of choices this morning, for you to decide what your
punishment should be, didn�t I?� Another nod. �Hm,
let me remind you. You can choose to let me hand you over to the police, they
would be pleased to solve that crime. You can choose to be whipped with my
belt,� he pointed out the thick strap, laying on one of the tables in the room,
�or you can opt to be spanked with the flat of the hand. What is it to be?�
�Didn�t you
say I could have some other options,� the girl asked in a squeaky voice, �like
have more smacks, but softer?�
�Yes I did,
Hannah,� Sam retorted �did you want to go for that instead?� She nodded. �OK
Hannah, that�s fine, rather than me give you your punishment, Miss. P. will do
it, that way it will be softer, won�t it? Now if you remember, you have to ask
for your punishment in a particular way, don�t you?�
Hannah thought
for a moment, composing the words in her mind.
�OK,� she said
in a tremulous voice, remembering the words Sam had given her, �Sam what I
would really like is for me to be spanked, on my bare bottom. I understand that
as it won�t be so hard, there will be thirty smacks instead of twenty but with
a wet hand, so although it will sting more, I won�t be so badly bruised.�
�That�s a good
choice, Hannah, don�t you think so Lizzie?� Sam was anxious there wouldn�t be
jealousy between them if their punishments varied.
�Yes, Sam,�
Lizzie nodded, �that seems fair, she gets more but softer ones.� At this time,
Lizzie couldn�t have cared less. She was looking forward with anticipation to
what she knew was to follow. She was feeling very aroused already. Not only at
what she knew Sam was going to do to her, but she realised with a little
puzzlement at her own thoughts, she also wanted to watch Hannah being spanked.
It excited her for some reason she didn�t understand.
�OK Hannah,�
said Sam, turning back to the girl, �did Lizzie explain how you have to be
positioned for this?� She nodded. �Good, did she also explain that if you stop
the punishment, and resume it, we go onto another stage, but you can pause it
for a minute, at any time, if you wish, OK?� another nod, �good come over here
then,� he moved to the end of the table, �we�ll make this as easy as we can. As
you have asked us to smack you on the bare bottom, could you get undressed
please. While you�re doing that, I will get Miss. P. some water.�
The
unfortunate girl started to undo the buttons on her blouse. He hadn�t expected
that, but wasn�t objecting. Sam found a small bucket, and half filled it with
tepid water, and placed it by the end of the table. Hannah slowly undid the
buckle at the side of her waist, and tossed the black and red tartan skirt onto
a chair. She kicked off her shoes and pulled her white ankle socks off, tossing
them on top of the skirt. She hesitated, looked around with a red face at the
two adults, her thumbs tucked into the elastic waist of her yellow and blue
striped panties, before finally shrugging and�
seeming to make a choice, and pushed them down and off her legs. What
was immediately obvious to Sam was just how thin this girl was. He could see
her hip bones and ribs pushing against her skin.
Sam asked her
to place her knees up to the table legs. To do this, she had to spread her feet
quite far apart, which she did quickly, he supposed having been coached by
Lizzie. It was the work of a few seconds, he tied her just below the knee,
moved to the other side, and repeated it with her other leg. She offered her
wrists. Using the cord, Sam quickly tied bowlines to them both. He indicated
she stretch along the table top, and tied off the cords to the legs at the far
end of the table.
�Before we
start,� he asked her kindly, �are any of the bindings cutting into you? Do we
need to change anything? I will just check everything looks right.�
Sam moved
around the girl, he knelt down behind her, and looked at her spread legs,
exposing her bottom, which looked bony and without any flesh to speak of. Her
hip bones stuck out, against the table edge. He hadn�t previously been aware
just how thin this anorexic girl was. Her pussy glinted in the electric light.
There was definitely some moisture of what looked to him like arousal, Could it
be? Without any meat on her bum, her spread bottom just looked like a flat
stretch of skin, with her rectum and vagina open� to his view in the centre. She had a modest
mound, but then again, without an ounce of spare flesh on her, he wasn�t
surprised.
�Are you ready
Hannah? He asked, not unkindly. She nodded, her head turned away from him.
�We�ll let you know before we start OK?�
Sam gestured
for Sylvia to come over. She was obviously really looking forward to this, her
face shone with anticipation, as she stepped forward. She leaned down, and
immersed her hand into the luke warm water. �OK
Hannah,� Miss. P. said, �I will wait twenty seconds in between smacks, but if
you want it to be longer, just say, OK?� A little nod. �Alright, here we go.�
Sylvia�s hand
swung down, and connected with the ten year old girl�s bottom with a sharp
smack sound. The girl whimpered. Sylvia looked up at Sam with concern on her
face, she was looking at her palm. She dipped her hand in the water again, and
when the time elapsed, down it came hard again onto the girls cheeks.
Sylvia stepped
over to Sam, and said quietly, �Sam, all I can feel when I smack her is bone.
This isn�t good, can we change her position?�
Sam came over
to Hannah, ran his fingers over her lovely, but lean, bottom, then, kneeling
beside her head, asked her if she would prefer to be smacked on her thighs instead
of her bottom. Hannah� would agree to
anything to delay the pain she was experiencing, which was, to her, worse than
anything she�d ever had.
Sam cut all
the cords, and asked her to stand for a minute. Sam explained he wouldn�t use
cords now, but asked Lizzie to come to the table to help, with him one side and
her the other.
�Hannah, could
you sit on the edge of the table end please?� he asked, �Now lie down and bring
your knees up and hug them for a moment. Good. Now, Lizzie, can you hold her
calf on your side, I�ll hold this one, and gently bring them down either side
of her chest. Hannah, put your elbows on the back of your knees, and push them
down to the table.�
Hannah was now
lying on her back, bent double with one leg either side of her body, exposing
the back of her thighs, spread wide apart, to Sylvia�s punishment. The girl�s
pussy filled the gap between her legs, the rosebud of her rectum open to view
as was her clitoris, vagina and cleft.
�Here we go
Hannah,� Miss. P. said, and swung her hand sharply down on the back of Hannah�s
thighs, contacting her pussy in between. The poor girl cried out.
Sam suggested
she should be smacked instead on her thighs only, alternately. Sylvia dipped
her hand in the water, and started smacking her on either thigh, smack, smack,
then paused twenty seconds, then repeated.��
Hannah by now
was beside herself. She had never been able to stand pain, and this was worse
than anything she had ever felt in her life. She couldn�t take it any more.
�Stop, please stop, I can�t go on. How many did we get up to?�
�Eight,� said
Miss. P. �if you stop now, it will be counted as �not punished�. We will allow
you to choose another punishment, though if that�s what you would like.� Hannah
lay for a moment, then asked to sit up.
�So my choices
are now what, I�m getting confused and my bottom stings so much I can�t think.�
�Would you
like a quick spray of cooling �rosol to help,� asked
Sam. �If so, just roll on your front it just takes a second.� He reached up to
the shelf for the spray, as she repositioned and as her face came down to the
table, so the spray covered her thighs in a cooling embrace, making her sigh.
�Well your
choices are now, a call to the police, continue with your spanking, but we
would have to take it a stage further because you stopped the punishment, or
the other choice we discussed this morning.�
�Hannah looked
at him like a trapped mouse, �What do you mean taking the smacking further?�
�Oh,� he
replied,� it would have to be much harder, so I would have to do it.�
�Well, I
haven�t any choice then, do I.�
Sam held up
his hand, �You always have a choice Hannah, sometimes our choices are hard and
sometimes easy, but this is your choice, no one else can choose for you. And
besides, you also have the other choice I gave you this morning. Do you want to
think about it for a minute?� She nodded.
�OK, I tell
you what, we�ll move on to Lizzie, shall we?� he smiled at the other girl. �As
I recall, Lizzie, your choices for today are complete the twenty smacks, or
have the �rosol and balm applied to cool you off.
What is it to be?
�Oh I know
what I want, what I really, really want you to do is lay me on your table take
my skirt and panties off and massage some cooling balm on my bottom and make
some of the pain go away.�
Sam smiled at
the way she remembered and repeated the words from yesterday.
�OK Lizzie,
come here then,� he waved her forward, �let�s get you stripped off.� He kneeled
beside the girl, and flipped off her shoes, but left her white socks on. Next,
he unbuttoned her white blouse, eventually peeling the garment down her arms
and passing it back to Sylvia. He unbuckled the clasp at the side of her black
and red tartan uniform skirt, dropping it to the floor, and was dumb struck by
what he saw. She was wearing a sheer pair of black lace thong panties. They
might have been found in adult sizes in Victoria�s Secret, but where did she
get a pair in her size? Sam looked up at her face, she blushed slightly and
smiled. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, �Do you like them?� He
grinned at her before running his finger tips up the outside of her thighs,
over what little of the panties there was, and grasping the waist band, slowly
lowered them to her feet, where she deftly stepped out of them. Sam picked them
up, and couldn�t resist a quick sniff of them, before handing them to Sylvia,
who had gone strangely quiet.
Sam slid a
second table up to the first, and indicated for Lizzie to lie face down on the
surface, so she was fully supported. Her red weals
had now merged into a series of black and blue lines. Hannah gasped, seeing her
friend�s bruises for the first time and brought her hand up to her mouth in
shock, the brutal evidence of what lay before her clear to see.
He used the �rosol quickly, and heard Lizzie gasp as the super cool
mist made contact. Now he reached over, and taking the creamy balm, took a
dollop onto his fingers, and spreading it across the fingers of both hands,
very gently, so as not to hurt her bruises more than necessary, spread and
massaged the cream into her. He could feel her muscles move slightly, as they
tensed and relaxed repeatedly. When her bottom cheeks were covered, he moved to
her thighs, and spread the oily film over them, working slowly towards the
centre, massaging continually.
Using his
thumbs just below the crease of her bottom, but on her inner thighs, he started
a circular motion, which pulled her thigh skin down each rotation, tugging
gently on her pussy. He noticed several things together. She let out an almost
indiscernible moan, her mound tried to push into the table, her knees parted
slightly and he could now see the length of her cleft and that her arousal
fluids were flowing in quantity.
Sam didn�t
need to be prompted. He moved his thumbs further up her inner thighs, and
started to kneed her just outside her raised cleft. Her anus having given him a
view into her little brown rectum, now flowered open, and as he continued, her
movements became more and more obvious. Her legs suddenly moved outwards, her knees
flopping over the edge of the table. A pool of her viscous pearlescent moisture
was running down over her clitty, before dripping onto the table, where it
spread under her mound, pressing hard to the wooden table. Sam indicated for
Sylvia to come to one side, while he was on the other, and soon, they were
massaging an inner thigh each, pulling her pussy lips out, up, down and back.
They took it in turns to gently rub her clitoris, vagina entry and little
rosebud, spreading her wet, sticky arousal along the whole length from her deep
dimple at the top of her cleft, to the small of her back, where the dark wheals
of her spanking ended.�
Lizzie now was
pounding her hips up and down, as she neared her climax. She had never felt
anything quite as intense as this. She realised she had an adult man and woman
masturbating her as skilfully as they knew how. She was very aware when she
felt Miss. P�s, fingers gently slip into her vagina. The tingling deep inside
her getting stronger, demanding to be assuaged. Her arousal intensified. This
was just stunning. She wanted it to go on for ever, and yet she yearned for the
climactic release that was quickly brewing deep within her, knowing it would
bring an end to this wonderful feeling which was overwhelming her. She also
knew she was going to be addicted to this, and was already wondering how she
could ensure a steady supply of this new drug called sex.
The whole room
erupted when her climax hit. Lizzie shrieked, her pelvis bouncing up and down
so hard, she was probably bruising her mound as it slapped on the table. A
squirt of cum fluid shot out of her a couple of feet. She moaned in rhythm with
the massaging masturbation of the four sets of adult fingers, which were now
slowing, as she gradually descended from the heaven she had only dreamt of
before. At last there was silence in the room, except for Lizzie�s panting
breaths, gasps almost. Sitting in a corner, was Hannah, who, in a shocked
state, had unwittingly become very aroused, and had unconsciously made her decision
as to how to take her punishment.
Lizzie rolled
off the table, almost falling to the floor, before Sam caught her arm. �That
was just absolutely bloody fantastic, fucking hell, I�ve never felt anything as
nice. Hannah, you�ve just got to try that. thank you, thank you.�
Hannah was
still sitting naked in her chair in a daze. Her bottom still stung from her
spanking, but it was as nothing to the feelings she had experienced in the past
ten minutes or so. She had watched as her best friend and cousin had willingly
submitted herself to be sexually assaulted by two of her school�s teachers. Her
mind had turned from one of pain at her humiliating spanking, to shock at what
had happened to Lizzie, to sudden deep arousal, as suddenly she was aware of
exactly what she needed, and more to the point, wanted now. She also became
aware of three pairs of eyes watching her.
�What?� she
asked, �Why are you all staring at me?�
�Come Hannah,�
said Sam in a kindly voice, holding out his hand to take hers, �I think it�s
time, don�t you?� The girl blushed, but nodded. �Just say the words, Hannah.�
She hesitated
before saying, �Sam, I know what I would really like, would you please, please,
fuck me.� There, she had said it. Suddenly her heart was all butterflies.
Sam led her
back over to the two, now empty, tables, and gestured for her to lay down. She
sat on the edge, and swung her feet up and settled down the length of the
table. He adjusted her position, so that her hips were just above where the
tables butted up to each other. Sam went to a shelf, and picked up two webbing
straps he had set up earlier. They had a loop at each end. He reached up, and
looped one on a large metal hook in the roof beam. He did the same with the
other on another hook he had fixed about six feet from the first. He gently
lifted her leg, and swinging it up and outwards, passed her foot through the
lower loop. He repeated this with her other leg. He then slipped the loops, one
after the other, up her legs, so they were just behind her knees. Her legs were
now spread as far apart as they would reach, her feet high in the air. It was
reminiscent of a home made version of a gyn�cologists
inspection couch with strap stirrups.
�Are you
comfortable, Hannah,� he asked her with a kind smile, �do you need the straps
adjusting at all?�
�No,� she said
uncertain of what was to follow, �it�s OK, thanks.�
Sam moved to
the table end, where her feet had been, and pulled the table out from under
her. She was supported only from the waist up by the table, and as she braced
her weight against the straps on her knees, it had the effect of stretching her
thighs further apart.
Miss. P. came
over to the table, as she had prearranged with Sam, and knelt down between the
preteen�s thighs, and leant in to smell her arousal. The juices flowing from
the ten year old�s pussy spoke for themselves. Miss. P. moved closer, and
slowly licked the virgin�s cleft up and down, She pressed her tongue to the
little brown rosebud, spread beneath the beautiful vagina, seated under a long,
long clit, in the centre of a slit which seemed to stretch for ever up her
belly. The cunnilingus continued for a couple of minutes. By now, the child was
rocking slightly, as her muscles reacted to the intense stimulation her clitty
was feeling.
Sam stepped
over, and tapped Sylvia on the shoulder. She gave a nod, and standing, moved to
a nearby seat, licking her lips. Sam had removed his sweatpants and top, and
his raging erect penis was standing as rigid as an iron bar. He was unaware
that three pairs of eyes were admiring his muscle rippled, naked body and in
particular his tumescent cock. As his pulse throbbed, so it bounced slightly in
the air.
Closing up now
between Hannah�s legs, he placed his hands at the top of each of her thighs,
with his thumbs just either side of her vagina. As he carefully moved his cock
forward, he gently prised her apart, and brought the tip of his uncircumcised
cock into the concave entry of this Jewish girl�s cunt. The feeling to him was
electric. He had dreamed of fucking an underage girl all of his pedo adult
life, and now he had been asked by a ten year old virgin to do just that.
Sam looked
over her thin body. He noticed that just above her firm springy mound, her
belly seemed to drop down several inches in a deep valley, emphasising how thin
she was, only rising where her bony rib cage began.
He pressed
slightly into her, and felt the resistance of the tight immature pussy�s
muscles. He didn�t thrust, he just maintained a constant, but firm pressure. He
then pressed and yielded and pressed again. Each time he pressed, the girl
winced slightly. Not from pain, but fear of it, as was her nature. Sam pressed
again, and felt a tiny dilation, as his tip slipped in a minute amount. He held
back, and waited another few seconds, and pressed again, and again he felt his
cock slip slightly further.���
He kept the
pressure up, and little by little, he could feel and see his tip sink into the
girl. Quite suddenly, his cock head popped into her entrance, the ring of tight
muscles snapping over his crown, allowing him to slip by. She yelped. Again not
with the anticipated pain, but surprise. He paused, allowing her dilation to
continue. Her mound had bulged up and outwards. As he pressed forwards, he
immediately felt the resistance of the ten year old hymen, holding him back.
Sam nodded to
Sylvia to come over, and indicated for her to apply some clitoral stimulation,
He was again surprised when she willingly did this, not with fingers, but with
her tongue, bending down, her breath hot on his cock, and the preteen pussy,
her tongue now teasing the protruding clit. The girl reacted immediately, as
her arousal was far advanced from everything that had preceded and now this new
stimulation. Sam started a careful rhythm, thrusting gently in and out,
bouncing against the stretched membrane of the girl�s hymen. His movement, and
Sylvia�s ministrations quickly brought the girl to a new level, and her
breathing became ragged, her hips started to lift and drop, her eyes glazed.
The girl was nearing her climax, and just as it hit, Sam thrust hard, his cock
breaking through the barrier.
Hannah cried
out, and screwed up her eyes. Her climax evaporated. Sam froze, waiting for her
stab of pain to subside. The girl suddenly looked up at him, through the tears
of her recent pain and smiled. �I think I�m ready now Sam, can you take it
carefully, I am a bit sore down there, but it feels nice too.�
Sam pulled
back, and slowly pushed forward only as far as her broken hymen, pulled back
and pushed forward again and again. He noticed that although she was incredibly
tight on his cock, the movement became easier. He tested pushing into her
deeper, and he could feel the walls of her passage starting to peel apart and
ease their resisting pressure to his intrusion. Then, all of a sudden, he slid
all the way into her. He could now really feel her vagina walls parting as he
penetrated deeper and deeper, finally bumping into the rubbery deepest part of
her. He was amazed, because he had gone in almost balls deep. There must have
been over five of his six and a half inch cock in her. He again paused, and
looked at her lovely beautiful thin face. She smiled up at him. Her fears had
obviously evaporated. �Ready to fuck?� he asked, �now comes the nice part.�
Hannah nodded
and curled herself towards him, welcoming him into her. She was now feeling
sensations that before this amazing experience, were entirely alien to her.
Deep inside her, she could feel him pushing against her inner itch. She needed
this now, desperately. She wanted more of him, all of him, urgently. Sam pulled
back slowly, almost coming out, before pressing back all the way in. He
repeated it again and again, speeding up with each thrust. Hannah felt his
thrusts against that itch, and it was soooo good. She
glanced across at her friend and cousin, Lizzie and smiled at her in
reassurance. Lizzie, still naked was sitting on Miss. P�s. lap. Miss. P. was
now naked too. It looked like Miss. P. was doing something between Lizzie�s
thighs. From this angle she couldn�t quite see, but then neither did she care
anymore.
Sam now
started to speed up his thrusts. Long deep pleasurable penetrations into his
pedo heart�s desire. He was deep thrusting into a ten year old having her first
fuck. His pleasure was increased by the fact that she was obviously not only
enjoying this immensely, but she was nearing her own, previously curtailed
orgasm.
If he timed
this right, it would make this the best fuck of his life, even more
spectacular. Sam looked down where he entered her, and watched as her belly
lifted a full inch from inside, as his cock slid into her, pushing her skin up.
He had never seen anything quite so arousing. His cock�s bulge, rippling along
and lifting her tummy, stopping just short of her belly button, and then
dropping back as he pulled out.
Hannah started
to breathe in short pants. As his thrusts increased in pace, so he watched
mesmerised, as her belly lifted and dropped. Her muscles tightened. She was
about to climax. Sam couldn�t hold back any longer, and felt the familiar
tingling surge from deep within him, as his balls tightened up, becoming an
unstoppable flow of orgasmic pleasure, as both of them climaxed together. Sam�s
pubis was slapping into the preteen�s thighs, as the first pulse of white hot
sperm laden semen shot into Hannah�s willing and receptive womb, squirting
through her cervix in a pressurised unstoppable flow, and with each pulse, she
could feel the wonderful liquid ecstasy filling and satisfying her, where only
emptiness had been before.
Hannah had
never felt so fulfilled. It was like she had been waiting all her life for an
unknown element to fill a void in her soul. She pressed her hands to her tummy
just over the end of Sam�s cock. The last pulses of her climax were slipping
away like the waves on a beach at low tide. She knew she had been coerced into
being fucked, but she would need no further coercion. She wanted more of this,
and she wanted it soon. She didn�t know it at that moment, but her anorexic
illness had ceased to exist. Also, although Sam knew this was his first fuck
with a preteen, what he didn�t know was that it would be many decades before a
day went by without him fucking others.
Sam�s cock
started to shrink, and he gently pulled himself from her. He hadn�t noticed her
move, but Sylvia was right there beside him as he withdrew, and as the first
strings of semen flowed, stained with the pink of the girl�s virginal bleed
from Hannah�s cunt, she was ready to lap up the nectar for her own delicious
pleasure.
�How do you
feel Hannah?,� Sylvia asked the girl, smiling at her, as she finally opened her
eyes, �Your first time, good, huh? Sam really made it special, for you didn�t
he?� The little girl nodded, and smiled back.
The four of
them quickly took a shower each, in Sam�s tiny bathroom upstairs. There was a
few minutes until
�What�s a conmanist?� asked Lizzie. They all laughed.
�Well Lizzie,
what would you like to be punished with tomorrow,� asked Sam, �back to some spanking?�
�No way, I
want what she just got,� she replied, pointing at Hannah, �a real good fuck.�
�If you ask
nicely, when the time comes, I might be able to help you with that.� They
laughed again.
It was getting
late, and Sam noticed Hannah�s mother�s car pull up at the gates, just as he
unlocked and opened the door. As the girls met the woman, Sam heard Hannah say
to her mother, �Mum, I�m famished, can we go to MacDs?
I would love a Big Mac and all the trimmings.� Her mother looked at her gaunt
daughter in utter amazement. She smiled and said, �Yes of course darling.� The
two girls clasped hands and skipped along behind the woman.
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CHAPTER 8
Tuesday
evening � The Drugs Bust
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�How�s the
family
�Yes,� replied
�No kids yet,
but I have a new steady girlfriend in tow,� he smiled, �at least I hope she�ll
stick around. How�s your dad, he still alive?�
�Yeah, still
always talking about the old days in Ireland.� Continued
He took a sip
of his beer. �Did I ever tell you the story he used to relate of the feller
from New York? He walked into Grandpa�s pub, he�d been doing research for his
family tree. Taken a week travelling Ireland and found fuck all. It�s pissing
down with rain outside and the feller has to fly back to the Big Apple from
Shannon the next day. No one else in the bar, and Grandpa is shining some
glasses with a cloth. The feller, sipping his pint of Guiness,
having wasted a whole week of his vacation, in an expensive wild goose chase
says to Grandpa, �Gee Paddy, this has got to be the asshole of the world.�
Grandpa, without even blinking, glances across and says, �Is that right sir,
are you just passing through?�� Sam was laughing so loud, he got looks from
customers around them. �Well every time he tells us that story, Dad just splits
his sides laughing!� They carried on talking shop a little while.
�That
listening/locator has proved to be useful, Sam,� said
�I�m glad I
have been some help,� replied Sam, �after all this time. What�ve you got?�
�Well, there�s
going to be a meet sometime soon, we don�t know where or when, should know any
time now,� continued
�I�m sorry
�Yeah, that�s
OK Sam, you keep your sources to yourself.�
�Look�s like
it�s on now Sam, I�ve got to go. They�re meeting up at that old barn on the
Clinton farm. Do you know it, about five miles out of town?�
�Yes,� said
Sam, �Clinton let�s us use that area for hiking and map reading exercises. Nice
people.�
�You better
not get involved, Sam, I don�t want anyone getting wind of how I got the intel. These drug people are real bad. Well I�d better go.
Sorry I can�t stay longer, thanks for the beer, my shout next time, we�ll catch
up soon.� With that, he downed the rest of his beer, and was gone.
Sam thought
through what he�d heard for a few minutes. He knew the
No more than
two or three minutes later, Sam heard approaching cars. Twenty or thirty
officers leapt from the vehicles and in moments the barn was surrounded. A loud
hailer sounded. �This is the police. Come out with your hands up or�� Bang,
went a gun, followed by others. Sam heard a curse from inside the barn, and a
crash. Flames appeared in moments. Someone had knocked a kerosene lamp over.
Over the next ten minutes, there were more gunshots, as the fire grew in
intensity, then a shout. �We�re coming out, don�t shoot.� The flames had really
taken hold on the tinder dry wood. Sam was just thinking he was sure that
Sam got
cleaned up at home, and poured himself another beer. He sat down, and placing
the briefcase on his knees, clicked the catches and opened it. His breath came
in a gasp. The case was full of high denomination notes. Sam didn�t know how
much was here, but it was millions. All in old notes.
This was drug
money, he thought. The dealers think it got burnt, the police don�t know about
it, and if they did, they too would think it was burnt. Sam was already
thinking how he could hide and use this windfall, which no one was going to
know he had got, if he was careful. There was a chemical storage safe in the
swimming pool pump room. No one but he knew the safe was there, and no one but
he had a key for it. Certainly it would suffice to keep the money for a
while.�
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CHAPTER 9
�Wednesday a.m.�
� Morgan�s Showdown
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Sam woke at
his usual early hour. He had worked through most of the night performing his
duties in his usual efficient manner. He was drinking a coffee, when he heard a
noise in the changing rooms next door. Almost from his addictive voyeuristic
habit, he went through to the corridor and flipped open the viewing screen
cover, and was surprised. There was Verity, on her own coming to the locker
area. She was waddling like a duck. What puzzled Sam, though, was the fact that
she had two bright shiny black eyes. In her black and white coat, she looked like
a panda. He smiled to himself, perhaps she�s taken up pu
Placing the
package on the shelf, she pulled her panties back up and picking up the pack,
made for her locker. In those few moments though, Sam had seen what was in
there. There was no doubt, the pack was filled with a large number of sachets
of white powder. Drugs!
Sam waited for
her to leave, and after a minute, picked up his canvas zip up bag and a self
seal evidence bag, supplied by
On the way, he
saw Marjorie heading in the other direction, looking very flustered. �Oh Sam, I
was on my way to find you. There is trouble, big trouble. Oh Sam, I am so
sorry.�
�Come with me
Marjorie,� said Sam in a kindly tone, �the workshop is right here, tell me
quickly.�
�Oh Sam,� she
sobbed, as she closed the door behind her, �Verity�s father, Mr. Morgan is
here. He is a governor on the board of the school, you know. Well he says he is
here to dismiss Mrs. Prentice our wonderful Principal, and you. I don�t know
why.�
�It�s alright
Marjorie.� Smiled Sam, �Don�t worry. Do you trust me?�
She blew her
nose on a tissue, and nodded, �Yes of course, why?�
�Would you do
something for me please,� she nodded. �What I would like you to do is this. I
am going to Mrs. Prentices�s office now, and while I
am there, I would like you to type two letters for me. Would you do that?� She
nodded again, now looking interested in this unexpected request. �I want you to
type up a letter of commendation from Mr. Morgan to Mrs. Prentice.� She looked
startled. Sam held his hand up, and continued �I want it to say what a
magnificent Principal she is, how she has improved both the academic and
sporting achievements of the school, how it has been a pleasure to work
alongside her. You get the idea, add other stuff like that, would you, you know
what to say.�
�OK, Sam, if
you say so. And the other letter?� she looked at him, �what do you want in
that?�
�Oh that�s
simple, Marj.,� he smiled at her, placing a hand
reassuringly on her shoulder, �that�s Mr. Morgan�s letter of immediate
resignation as governor. When you have them typed, put each into an envelope.
Write their names on each, so I know which letter is in which envelope, and
bring them into the office.�
�Are you
serious, Sam. This isn�t a joke you know. They�ve been shouting in that office
for twenty minutes now. There�s Mr. Morgan and Mrs. Prentice, Vera and Vicky,
accused of something, he wants them thrown out of the school, and Verity, who
came in just a minute before I came to fetch you. Are you feeling OK Sam?�
�Marj., I have never felt better in my life. This will be a
day to remember. Just you wait and see. Oh one more thing,� Sam explained he
wanted her to insert an extra paragraph in his letter. �Get typing those
letters as fast as you can.� He sent Marjorie away looking bemused but smiling.
Sam knocked,
and entered the office without waiting for an invitation. It was obvious
immediately Morgan was running this meeting.
�Ah, there you
are at last, Mr. er Mr. Pottu�..Potttuensk�...
er Sam. I have summoned you here to arrange one or two things, namely your
dismissal, the expulsion from this school of these two brats and the
termination of the Principal from the school. Now before we go on���
�Why?�
interrupted Sam. He could see where Verity inherited her obesity.
�What do you
mean? �Why�, don�t interrupt me.� retorted Morgan.
��Why,� repeated Sam, �what possible reason
have you got for considering the expulsion of two of our best students.� Sam
knew that was a gross exaggeration, but he was laying this on thick. �I think
you had better provide an explanation, and it had better be good, before I
throw you out of this school, and remember we are not on the ground floor.� Sam
noticed Celine trying to hide a smile, he winked at her. Somehow he had
restored some confidence in her which had previously vanished. She had a
feeling this was going to end up OK. What was it about Sam, he just fixed
things for her?
�My daughter
was assaulted yesterday afternoon,� Morgan stated petulantly, pointing at Vicky
and Vera, �by these two. She also informs me that you personally motivated them
to do so. So you�re going to be fired. The evidence is there to see,� he said,
now pointing at Verity�s blackened eyes, �there is no denying it. Mrs Prentice
has defended you, she denies these two would attack my daughter without
provocation or incitement, so I have no alternative but to instigate dismissal
proceedings. She has shown she can�t run a fit and proper school. It was high
time she was fired anyway. What have you got to say?�
�Sit down
Morgan,� Sam said in an icy tone, �now.� Morgan stayed resolutely standing. In
a quieter voice, somehow more menacing, Sam repeated, �I said sit down,
Morgan.�
Sam took one
step forward, Morgan raised his arm, Sam took it in his hand, pressed a nerve
just behind his thumb, causing excruciating pain, forcing him to recoil back
into the empty chair behind him. The whole movement took just two seconds.
�Thank you,�
Sam smiled at him, Morgan rubbed his wrist, �that�s good. Now stay there and
shut up, let me tell you a little story. This morning, I had a call from my old
army C.O.,
Morgan
scoffed, �That�s not evidence, you can�t connect me with that. You haven�t
proof.�
�Well maybe
not,� Sam continued, �but then we come onto this morning. Your daughter entered
the school premises carrying a substantial quantity of drugs.� Morgan and
Verity looked anxiously at each other. Verity shook her head. �Your daughter,�
said Sam, stooping to pick up the canvas bag, �placed in her locker enough
evidence to lock you both up for twenty years.� Sam unzipped the bag, and
pulled out the contents. He held it out for them to see.
�You�ve
planted this. This could have come from anywhere,� said Morgan unconvincingly,
�You�ve no evidence connecting that to my daughter.�
�Ah, but
that�s where you�re wrong,� said Sam, pulling the self seal bag out, and
unsealed the outer. He opened the top, and theatrically put his nose to it and
sniffed the bag. �I think this smells very much like your daughter�s, err, your
daughter�s, err, shall we say D.N.A.�
Morgan looked
wide eyed, he knew the bag had been strapped up against his daughter�s fat
pussy, he�d taped it there himself, �It�s still circumstantial, it wouldn�t
stand up in court.�
�Well, that�s
just possible if you have a really sharp lawyer,� said Sam, �so why don�t we
make a deal?�
�What sort of
a deal?� asked Morgan suspiciously.
There was a
tap on the door. Marjorie entered quietly, handed Sam two buff coloured
envelopes, smiled at him, she�d clearly been listening at the door, and left
without saying a word.
�Here�s how
it�s going to be,� went on Sam. �This evidence will remain in a very safe
place. You and your daughter will not be prosecuted. These two fine girls, and
your own bully of a daughter will remain in the school, as will Mrs. Prentice.
As far as anyone outside this room is concerned, nothing has changed in the
school. You on the other hand will resign as a governor of the board,� Morgan
stiffened, �through, how shall we word it, ill health. Before you depart
though, you will sign a letter of commendation for Mrs. Prentice expressing
your appreciation for all the outstanding work in turning the school around
since she came here.� Sam picked up and tossed the first envelope to Morgan.
�Sign it.�
�You can�t
make me sign this,� he stuttered.
�Yes I can,
sign, now,� snapped Sam. Morgan snorted, and after gritting his teeth for
several seconds, finally picked up a pen from the desk, and signed the letter.
�Good,� smiled
Sam, �now sign the resignation letter.� He tossed the other envelope across.
Morgan opened
and pulled out the letter. He went puce. �I�m not signing this, you�re
extorting $5 million!�
�Not at all,�
replied Sam, reaching out and turning the letter towards himself, �what it says
is that you have generously decided to make a bequest before your departure,
you are honoured to donate the money to The Choices Foundation.� He glanced at
Morgan, �It won�t come to me, by the way. The Foundation is being set up to
help and assist able pupils, from poorer backgrounds in this school, qualify to
go to college, and support them when they are there. I will be a trustee, Miss.
P., one of the teachers here, and Mrs. Prentice if she is willing to serve too.�
�I refuse to
sign. Your evidence is circumstantial. It won�t stand up in court.�
�Ah, but are
you willing to take that risk?� asked Sam, �Your daughter was expelled from her
last school, as I recall, for bullying and suspected drug distribution. Ring a
bell, does it Hmm? You might or might not win in court, but with her history,
what happened last night, and the evidence I hold, are you going to take the
risk?� Sam stared at Morgan, who sat motionless for five or ten seconds, and
finally took the pen and scribbled his signature. Sam passed the letter to the
Principal, �Celine, would you witness that please? Well Morgan, I think we have
concluded our little business. I think you had better go, now, get out. I will
e-mail the details for the money transfer later today, and I expect the money
transferred by close of business today, otherwise I shall make a call to
Morgan and his
daughter left the office, the atmosphere lifted immediately. Vicky and Vera
were still standing nervously having witnessed the scenes of the last ten
minutes.
�What about
these two,� asked Celine, �you did attack Verity, didn�t you?�
Shame faced,
they nodded. �But please Miss., we only did it because she tried to make us
hurt Sally after we�d promised Sam we wouldn�t bully her anymore and we told
her �no�. She pulled our hair, so we both hit her.� Celine was finding it hard
not to laugh out loud. Rough justice seemed to have a pleasing ring about it
today.
�I am not
going to expel you, but I know you have been involved in bullying a lot of
girls especially Sally,� Vera went to speak, but was silenced by Mrs. Prentice�s raised hand, �I am going to place you both on
probation. If I hear one report, just one of misbehaviour, you will be out of
this school. Do I make myself clear?� Two nods. �Good, well I�m going to place
you under supervision for the duration of your probation. Sam, you know the
background to this, would you be willing to be their supervisor?� He nodded.
�Good, well if Sam has to come to me to inform me that you haven�t kept out of
trouble, you will be out immediately, no second chance, understand?� Another
two nods.
�Alright,
girls,� said Sam in a kindly voice, �I need to speak to the Principal for a few
minutes, would you go over to the workshop please and wait for me there?� They
nodded again and left.
�Well, Sam,�
said Celine, �you are a man of many surprises. Drugs bust, evidence found at
just the right moment, and a way of not only getting rid of a corrupt governor,
but extorting money from him to boot! I would like to kiss you.� She moved
round the desk and holding his cheeks kissed him for several seconds. �Thank
you Sam, I owe you big time. I really thought I was out of a job, and in this
town that would mean forever. As far as I am concerned you walk on water.
Anything you need or want, if I can get it for you, just ask. Now what�s this
about �The Choices Foundation�? I�ve never heard of it.�
�Well,� said
Sam, �it was an idea I had a day or so ago, and it has grown on me since. I am
forming this foundation, which will take selected pupils, encourage them in
their sport and academic achievements, help them get a college place, and
sponsor their expenses at college. In addition, I have asked Miss. P. to help
in this, we will hold after school activities, weekend trips, and special
activities in the school vacations. To be accepted, they must be from a poorer,
single parent background, which in this school is most of them, and have
potential which is being wasted, like those two who just left. Another pair I
have in mind is Lizzie and Hannah. Sally is another who, if given a lift could
really make something of herself. What do you think?�
�I think Sam,
if anyone could make something like this work, you can. You have my blessing.� If you are forming an out of school group, do
you have any Mission Statements yet?�
�I have been
thinking about that for some time. I see it as a mutual support group, to
enable a small number of otherwise disadvantaged girls, to achieve their full
potential in their education. A real springboard into life. This will be
achieved by the older ones helping the younger ones with homework or perhaps
mentoring them, or teaching them how to do things, like playing a ballgame, or
using the internet. So they have to sacrifice themselves for each other, but
willingly. That�s the overall objective, which I will put into some kind of
Mission Statement when I�ve worked it out.� Sam drew a scrap of paper from his
pocket. This is something I sketched out last night. A few bullet points in
terms of guidelines to the members, what do you think?��
He passed it
across the desk. She smoothed it out and read:
CHOICES
Everyone has
the choice to excel at everything they undertake. Always give of your best.
Everyone has
the choice to ensure everyone else always achieves their goals.
Everyone has
the choice to ask for or give to anyone anything in their power or possession.
Everyone has
the choice to say or do anything. We have freedom of speech and action.
�These are
great statements of intent, do you think you can make it work Sam?� Celine
asked him �Actually, thinking about it Sam, I know you can and will. Well good
luck to you Sam, and thanks again for this morning, I really owe you and I
won�t forget. Oh, and Sam, I would be delighted to serve with you as a
trustee.�
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CHAPTER 10
Wednesday late
morning � Vicky and Vera sign up.
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Sam wandered
back to the workshop. Marjorie gave him a huge smile and two thumbs up as he
passed through her office.
As he went in,
Vicky and Vera were waiting for him, uncertain what to say or do. He noticed a
package of clean washing on the bench. He presumed it was Sally�s clothes
returned as promised.
�Hello girls,�
said Sam, making himself a coffee, �it would seem we are stuck with each other
for a while doesn�t it?� Sam walked over, took out and pinned the scrap of
paper onto the wallboard he kept notes on. �Now, I want us to come to an
understanding ok?� they nodded. �What happened this morning in the Principal�s
office is now behind us, as long as you follow a few ground rules. We will move
on together understand?� more nods.
Sam pulled out
a four legged stool, and sat down on it he gestured for the girls to stand
either side of his knees, facing each other. He placed his hands around their
waists, his elbows resting on the curve of their, not inconsiderable bottoms.
�Yesterday
afternoon, after that business with Sally, I said to you, �I might have a
proposal for you, which I think you will find very interesting�, if you
remember.� More nods. �Well, I have decided to form a special club, and I have
selected you two to be members if you choose to join. It�s all about choices
anyway. On the wall there,� he pointed with his chin across the room, �I have
pinned the four basic rules of the club, but there is one more, the rule that
we choose to never speak about our club to anyone else, ever. Anything we say or
do here is secret, understand. If you choose not to join our club, that�s OK
too. But once you join, you�re in for life, and you respect every rule,
especially the last one, about secrecy.�
Sam outlined
the idea of the trips, camping, hiking, after school activities, academic help,
and the college scholarship idea. By now, his arms were across their bottoms,
feeling the shape of their very ample curves. They didn�t seem to notice, or
perhaps care.
�Let�s have a
brain stormer. What would you like to have or do most
in the world? You first Vicky.�
�I would like
go to Disney World,� she said, adding, �if we had the money.
�Good, what
about what you might do after you leave school?� he asked.
�I would like
to be a teacher, like Miss.P., I would like to lose
lots of weight, I would like to ��.�
�Whoa,�
interjected Sam, �one thing at a time. Now to be a teacher, you have to go to
college. Do you think with your grades you�ll get into college? And if you did,
can your mum afford the fees and your upkeep while you�re there?�� she shook her head, sadly.
�What about
you Vera, what do you want?� he asked, slipping his hands down another inch or
two.
�I would like
to have lots of friends who like me,� she paused, � and I would like some new
clothes and I would one day like to be an accountant.�
�Well the same
applies to you then,� Sam said, �I think I can help you both with friends,
really good friends, who would do anything for you. Maybe we can all go to DisneyWorld, or even EuroDisney
in Paris together. The whole Club. I can help you lose weight too,� Sam
squeezed their bottoms gently with his fingers, �you could do with losing a few
pounds. I know, I will sponsor you. For every pound you each lose, I will give
you both $10. But you both have to lose the same, otherwise neither of you get
paid. That way, you encourage each other to try. What do you think?�
�Really,�
answered Vera for them both, �you�d pay us $10 per pound lost?�
Sam nodded,
�Yes but only if you�re in The Choices Club. You see this is the way we can
help each other. You both need to lose twenty pounds, so let�s set the limit at
that, so you each stand to make $200.� The girls looked at each other and
grinned. Sam�s hand was still gently gripping the cheeks of their bottoms.
�
�Well, it�s
what friends do, they help each other out.� He smiled at them again, He lowered
his hands, down the outside of their thighs and felt the red and black tartan
cloth of their skirts scrape over his wrists, as his fingers rested on the
backs of their bare legs. He moved his hands upwards, until he was then cupping
each of their panty clad buttocks. The girls looked at one another with
uncertainty in their faces, but both shrugged, seeming to accept his
inappropriate behaviour.
�Now, do you
want to join my club� he said, looking at them in turn, �You�ll get $200 for
losing all that weight, when you�ve done that, we�ll have to buy you some new
clothes, if the old ones won�t fit, because we�re then going to Disney. I will
make sure you will have the best friends anyone could wish for, and you won�t
be kicked out of this school, because you�ll be getting the best grades in
class, and go to college. What do you think?�
The two girls
nodded absently at Sam. It wasn�t that they were slow on the uptake. It was
obvious to them where his hands were, but the pace of the last few minutes had
put them on the back foot. Both already knew they wanted to join The Club, but
what did he want in return? They were about to find out.
��Would you like to do something for me now?�
The two girls looked at him with enquiring expressions. �If you look after me,
I will look after you.� He carefully but slowly slipped his hands inside the
leg holes of their panties, until his fingers ran downwards over the fat
creases of their bare bottoms and on downwards between their thighs. There was
a moment�s hesitation, before they reacted, as each of the girls realised what
had happened. Sam had
��You�re feeling in between my legs, Sam,� said
Vera, �And me, echoed Vicky.�
�Oh I�m sure
you don�t mind? You see in The Club,� said Sam smoothly, continuing to rub his
fingers between their thighs, �we help each other in any way we can, read the
rules. I think you�ll agree there are lots of benefits in joining,� they looked
at each other, �need I go on? So you decide if you want to join The Club or
not,� he said with a bright smile. �It�s entirely your choice, no one will
force you. I tell you what, if you don�t want to join, you can go back to
whatever class you have scheduled, and we�ll say no more about it, OK? I won�t
tell The Principal you disobeyed me, this time.� There was a distinct tone of
menace in his voice as he emphasised those two words. He looked at each of them
meaningfully. �Now, I am going to go upstairs for a lie down. You two have a
chat, and if you decide you�d like to be in The Club, come up and join me. We
can have a little cuddle and play a couple of games. I think you both know what
sort of games I want to play and what I would like you to do. Remember, it�s
entirely your choice. Only come up if you want to.�
Sam pulled his
fingers, at last, from their panties and smiled at the two girls, as he brought
his fingers to his nose, inhaling. He then stood and went upstairs. He knew it
would only be a couple of minutes. He changed into his sweatpants and T-shirt,
leaving off his underwear and lay down on the bed.
Meanwhile, the
two girls looked at each other. They weren�t angels, not by any stretch of the
imagination. They knew exactly what Sam was after and what the alternative
would be if they didn�t cooperate. But then, what he was offering was very
appealing too.
Vicky had
nearly lost her virginity several times in the last few weeks. Vera�s brother,
Rob had been very persuasive. He was sixteen and a bit of a hunk. All the
junior school girls liked him. She liked him too. He had offered to teach her
stuff. The same stuff he had been doing to his sister Vera for some time now.
In less than a
minute, Sam heard the steps of the two heavy girls climbing up. They entered.
Sam looked at them kindly. �You want to join The Club then?� another nod, �I am
glad, I really am. Would you like that cuddle first girls?� After a pause, they
again nodded. �Perhaps it would be a good idea if you slipped your skirts off,
you don�t want to crumple them do you? Your blouses too I think. Then come and
snuggle up to me either side.�
It was only
the work of a few seconds, and the two wearing, only their panties and white
regulation socks, climbed onto the bed, one each side. Sam had his arms
outstretched, so as they lay beside him, they were over his arms, he cradled
them around their waists. From their manner, Sam� knew they were still a little nervous.
Gently, he rubbed their ample midriffs. Looking down at them, he could see they
had both started to develop small breasts. Their areol�
were about the same size. Miniature cones, standing proud. They were a light
brown against the pink flesh of their chests. Tiny little goose bumps showed in
a circle around their raisin sized nipples, which were surprisingly erect. He
leaned over, and gently licked Vara�s left nipple
with his tongue. He felt her shudder, but she never moved or objected. He
leaned the other way, and did the same to Vicky�s right one. His erection was
by now a rigid bar of iron, almost causing him pain.
�Could you
lean more into me, cuddle into my chest, that�s right,� he said as they rolled
in towards him, their chests and his now pressing together. Sam�s hands could
now rub up and down their backs, gently massaging their ample layers of skin.
Soon the girls were much more relaxed, and were themselves running their
fingers through Sam�s chest hair. Sam, still passing his hands up and down the
small of their backs, slipped his fingers under the elastic of their panties.
Without pause, he pushed his fingers deep into the cracks of their bottoms,
feeling the dampness of their sweat, sticky to his touch. They didn�t pull away
or object.
�If you want
to do anything to me,� he suggested, �you can touch me anywhere you like.� He
was aware of their glance at each other. His fingers were now almost pressing
down into their recta. Sam wasn�t a great fan of fat sweaty sex, so moved his
hands down yet further. Unfortunately, their fat legs filled the gap between
their thighs, and blocked his movements any further. He was about to ask them
to move, when he felt fingers passing under the elastic of his sweatpants,
finding his cock, running with pre-cum.
�Probably
better if you take my sweatpants off, they�ll just get in the way.� They sat up
and with him lifting his bottom, slid them off down his legs. Sam decided he
would be bold. �While you�re up, might as well take yours off too. Anyone want
to climb on top?� He realised there was another silent debate between them,
before he was aware of their wriggling movements, as they stripped naked.
Vera, very
pretty if she were a few pounds lighter, with sharp blue eyes and long curly
blond hair swung a leg over Sam�s waist, and straddled him. Looking down, Sam
could see her flesh, overlapping onto his stomach. Her sparse blond pubic hair
slightly damp with a sheen of sweat. She shuffled down, and lifting up
slightly, slid herself over his raging erection, pressing his cock between the
deep folds of her cunt lips and his belly. She moved herself back and forth,
allowing his cock to be entirely enveloped by her cleft and the surrounding
flesh. His pre-cum had thoroughly soaked her pussy in it�s slippery slime,
making her movements over him almost frictionless.
Much to Sam�s
surprise, he felt the girl lift herself up on her knees, fish for his cock with
her hand, lift it back, and positioned it against the entrance to her vagina.
�Are you sure, you want to do that, Vera?� asked Sam, but it was already too
late, as he felt her cunt sliding down his cock. Although, being only eleven,
she was, of course, incredibly tight on him, this was not her first time, that
was for certain. Vera started to gyrate her body forward and backwards as well
as up and down. She managed to achieve full penetration on the third time she
dropped down. Sam could feel her cervix pressing against his cock head.
Already, she was enjoying this immensely. Sam�s cock was much longer than
Rob�s, and harder too.
After she had
lifted and dropped barely half a dozen times, Vera started to moan, and her
undulations changed in character. She reached her orgasm, long before Sam had
even got started. He could feel her vagina muscles clenching and pulsing as
they gripped and released his cock. Her breathing came in short unfit pants.
Her orgasm was intense, but quite short. Finally, after about a minute of
freezing her movements, she finished by lifting up off him, his still rampant
cock stiff and unsatisfied, and collapsed heavily onto his chest. A minute or
so later, she rolled over and off him, still breathing hard, the sweat running
from her body.
There was a
pause of a few seconds, Sam felt movement on his other side, as Vicky threw her
leg over him, and assumed the same position as her friend. She was slightly
taller than Vera, and although about the same weight, gave the impression of
not being so fat. Her long dark hair flowed over her shoulders and chest,
tickling his skin as it lightly brushed him with her movements. So much pre-cum
was flowing from Sam, and indeed the girl�s own arousal, it was a matter of
only seconds before she was as lubricated as he. He detected more hesitation
from this girl, confirmed when she said, �I haven�t done this before, can you
guide me, Sam?�
�Kneel up as
high as you can, Vicky,� he answered.
Sam reached
down and pushed his cock up and along her cleft, through the few, thin, dark
coloured hairs either side. He watched as it pushed passed her clitty, and
along her cleft towards her cunt hole. He felt, rather than saw, when he was
pressed to her entry. He watched, as her fat labia enveloped his crown. He
started a rocking motion, which she reciprocated, pressing and releasing
pressure into her entry. He felt her start to dilate after about a couple of
minutes, and watched as his cock slowly oozed into her. She was much tighter
than Vera, and as she moved down, his foreskin was painfully pulled back along
his shaft. Suddenly his mushroom shaped head popped in passed the tight ring of
muscle at her vaginal entry, as it was swallowed into her passage. She kept
undulating on him, building up her arousal as she did so. The moment came, when
suddenly the child made a decision, and dropped her not inconsiderable weight
onto his cock, forcing it deep into her. Her hymen popped, she flinched, but
then immediately continued her downward movement in one steady flow, until she
was sitting on his pelvic mound. She had taken his entire six and a half
inches, he was amazed. Sam could feel the tightness of her vagina along the
whole length of his rigid cock.
Vicky lifted
and dropped, quickly replicating the movements of her friend a few minutes
before. Lifted and dropped, building up her pace as she did so. Soon, she was
making noises suggesting her climax was not far away. She was still incredibly
tight on Sam�s cock, but then this was her first time, at eleven years of age.
Sam felt his
balls start to tighten in the old familiar way, as his orgasm approached.
Suddenly, Vicky shrieked, as she climaxed, pushing Sam over the top. He pulsed
strongly and repeatedly into her recently virgin womb, pulsing, Pulsing,
pulsing. The bliss of his climax merging with the girl�s own. She slowly
collapsed onto his chest, and clung to him for several minutes. Sam felt his
cock start to shrink, and lifting Vicky a little, they both looked down there,
to watch as his cock slipped from her, with it sucking out some semen, tinged
with the pink of her virgin bleed.
All three of
them lay cuddling for several minutes, just resting and recovering. Suddenly,
they heard a floorboard creak on the stairs, and before any of them could move,
a shadow of movement, and Sally appeared at the door. She was talking before
she entered.
�Hi Sam, you
wanted to see me. I knocked downstairs, didn�t get an answer, so I thought it
would be alright to come up and ��.oh ���.. err, shall I come back?� Sally was
taken by surprise.
�No, it�s
alright Sally,� said Sam, in a very calm voice, �come on in and sit down, we
won�t be a moment.�
Sally was
mesmerised not only by the sight of the three naked people on the bed,
especially Sam�s fit muscled torso, sporting his now flaccid moisture laden
cock, but also by the white and pink tinged fluid now pouring from Vicky�s
vagina, as she scrambled to get off the bed, it was obvious what had been going
on. She had never seen a naked man, and had certainly never seen intercourse,
or at least the aftermath of it.
�We�re going
to hold a Club meeting later on, after school, would you like to come along?�
asked Sam, looking at the two fat girls as they dressed.
Vicky and
Vera, were now almost ready to go, looked over towards him, smiled and said
they would be there. A moment later they had left.
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CHAPTER 11
Wednesday
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�Sorry about
that, Sally,� Sam said, as he dragged his comb through his sandy hair, which,
despite his effort didn�t look any tidier, �Vicky and Vera came round to
discuss The Club and brought your clean school clothes back. They decided they
would like to join The Club, while they were here, and kindly showed me they
wanted to be members. What can I do for you.�
�You asked me
to come round during break time, so here I am,� answered Sally a little
resentfully.
�I�m sorry
Sally, I quite forgot the time. But in a way, what just happened was for your
benefit,� said Sam, �You see, they have promised to be your friends. They
really like you, and I told them they had to prove to me they were committed to
being members of The Club, and well, you know the rest.�
�Is that the
only reason, Sam? Truthfully?� she asked.
�Well, it is
true they really do want to be your friends, Sally,� continued Sam, but, I need
you to promise never to repeat what I am about to tell you,� she looked
quizzically at him before nodding. �Well they were nearly expelled from school
this morning. They would have been, if I hadn�t spoken up for them. So they
came over afterwards, and, sort of, showed their appreciation.�
�What had they
done?� asked Sally, now intrigued, �was it bad?�
�They each
punched Verity and gave her a pair of black eyes. She had tried to force them
to join her bully gang again, so she could get her revenge on you. But you and
I know they had promised us they wouldn�t. They kept that promise. So I made
sure they didn�t get kicked out of school.�
�Wow, how cool
is that,� enthused Sally, �I�m sorry Sam, I misjudged them, I can�t wait to
thank them. You�re right they will be my friends. Thanks Sam.� She leaned over
and gave Sam a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She rather enjoyed the feel of his
bare chest pressing against her. She again glanced down at his cock, limp in
his lap. �Sam, do you mind if I ask you something? You know, about The Club,
and being in it?�
�Sure,� he
said, �what do you want to know?�
�Well,
yesterday, I kind of saw you looking at me, you know, down there. I didn�t mind
really, in fact it was sort of nice really, no one has ever looked at me like
you did. It made me feel nice, you know, down there. Well, anyway, what I
wanted to ask, I just saw what you had been doing with Vera and Vicky. And,
well, err, do I have to do that as well? I�m not sure if I�m ready just yet.�
Sam took a
breath, �No one will force you ever to do anything, Sally. If you are in The
Club, you do things for each other, because you have chosen to, not because
they force you to. Do you understand? Every Club member has to be looked after
by every other member, OK?� she nodded. �Think what that means. You want to go
on trips, but you don�t want your mum to have to pay money she can ill afford,
right? Well, you can go on any trip with The Club for free. If you go to
college, The Club will pay your fees and your living expenses. Do you get the
idea? Now in return, you will have to do things for other members too. You will
help the younger girls with their homework, encourage them to do well at
school. Understand?� she nodded.
�But Sam, I
just saw you with the others, You had been fucking them hadn�t you, why?�
�That�s
because, Sally, they wanted to, and so did I. You see members do anything for
each other, and I mean anything. All you have to decide, Sally, is if you would
like to join The Club or not. The Club will give you anything you want, and you
give back anything and everything.� He looked at her in a meaningful way.
Sally smiled,
she was intelligent, she knew where she stood alright. She really wanted the
benefits of this Club, it would answer all her desires, and improve her
heretofore miserable life.� �Sam, as I
said, I am not quite ready yet, but I would like to think about it for a while,
but I definitely want to join, OK? Would you like me to show you I mean it?�
Without
waiting for his reply, Sally started to take off the loaned clothing Miss. P.
had given her the day before. She needed to hand it back anyway today. Slowly,
she unfastened the white blouse buttons. When she finished, with a teasing one
inch gap revealing her smooth ivory skin beneath, she turned her back to him,
and shrugged off the garment, letting it fall to the floor. She put her left
hand on her right shoulder, and turning just her head, looked over that
shoulder at him. She then rotated, slowly, finally facing him again, but now,
with her hand still on her shoulder, her arm, in a V shape, covered her
breasts. Looking directly into his eyes, she slowly lowered her arm, bringing
both hands to cup under her areol�. Her tits were
just beginning to bud. They were cones pointing proudly out from her chest,
perhaps an inch. Her nipples, like little pencil erasers hardened from her
arousal, poked proudly out. She took her nipples in the fingers of each hand,
and for several seconds stimulated them, making them engorge even more.
Sally, knowing
she had Sam now spellbound, lifted a foot, on to his knee, and resting her
weight on him, unbuckled her shoe, and pulled it and her sock from her foot. As
she did so, she leaned her thigh to one side, knowing she afforded him a couple
of flashes of blue and yellow, from her borrowed panties, before repeating the
process with the other foot. Standing upright again, never taking her eyes off
him, she unclipped the buckle at the side of the red and black, tartan pleated
regulation uniform skirt, and dropped it to the floor, pooling around her
ankles. Sally, now standing between Sam�s knees, turned her back to him, and
placing her thumbs inside the elastic of the blue and yellow striped panties,
slowly bent at the waist, pushing her panties down as she did so. The
beautifully rounded globes of her perfect bottom gradually emerged before his
gaze, the valley between them opening up, as she bent further and further down.
Sam couldn�t help wonder where she had learnt to striptease in such an erotic
manner. So did his tumescent cock, which he�d noticed Sally glance admiringly
at a couple of times.
As her panties
lowered beneath her thighs, Sam could now see her rectum flowering open, the
tight brown asterix shape exquisite to his view. Lower, her perineum, smooth,
oh so smooth, heralded the object of his desire, her vagina, which suddenly
flared open as she bent ever lower down, her panties now half way to her knees.
Her love hole was damp from her own arousal, he could see only a little way
into her, as her passage disappeared into the shadow of her depths, but he
could see a little runnel of pearlescent fluid flowing further down towards her
clit, just poking out of her, still only slightly parted cleft. Her panties,
pushed all the way by her thumbs, finally reached the floor, and she stepped
out, placing her feet wide apart. She didn�t straighten up, but now holding the
back of her ankles, with straight knees, she peered up at him from between her
ankles, her head almost touching the floor.
Staying in
this position, she slowly ran her hands up the back of her calves, passing over
her knees, and curling her fingers so they caressed her inner thighs as they
climbed higher. When her fingers reached the crease between her bottom and
thigh, they pressed into her skin, and oh so slowly peeled her cleft apart.
Sally�s vagina
passage, reluctantly peeled open, and even as he watched, it opened up deeper
into her, her arousal fluids were now running freely from her. Sam, sitting
only a foot away, could distinctly smell the little girl cunt aroma of her
pussy juices. He could see her hymen, tightly stretched across her vagina, with
it�s little hole, dilating and closing with her motions, inviting him in. Sam
knew he wanted to break that barrier with his cock as soon as he was allowed.
�Would you
like to kiss me there, Sam?� Sally asked him in the husky voice, not of an
eleven year old, but one much older, �you can if you like, I don�t mind.�� Sam looked down at her beautiful face, now
smiling brightly up at him in invitation from between her calves.
Sam leaned the
few inches remaining between them, and gently, almost reverentially, brought
his lips to her. He saw another small runnel of pearlescent fluid slipping down
her mound, through her sparse silvery pubic hair, towards her belly button. His
tongue caught it, and slowly moved up and into the dimple of the start of her
cleft. There he was rewarded with a little reservoir of the slime, which tasted
to him like the ambrosia of the
Moving further
up, Sam savoured her scent before lapping at her virginal opening, trying to
force his tongue in as far as her hymen, coloured pink and coral and sparkling
in reflecting light with the wetness of her arousal. He had never licked
anyone�s rosebud before, and now was his chance to try. His tongue passed over
her perineum, and into the slight dip of her anus. He pressed in as hard as his
tongue would allow, and moved it back and forth a few times, savouring the
slightly salty tang, which was accompanied by surprisingly little shit smell.
He found it more intoxicating than he�d expected. Don�t knock it if you haven�t
tried it, he thought.
Moving back to
her clit, which was now projecting stiffly from it�s cowel,
he again sucked on it. She started to moan now, obviously approaching her
climax. Sally was going for gold, it was going to be only a matter of seconds
and it was going to be a good one.
Sam caught a
glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye. Looking up, he saw Sylvia�s
face peering around the corner. How long she�d been watching he couldn�t tell,
but she was flushed in the face, her fingers pressed to her crotch. He moved
his lips away from the girl�s genitals, and started to rub her clit with his
thumb, and brought a finger to his lips, indicating silence. Looking down, the
child still had her eyes shut. Carefully, he stood up, and waved Sylvia over.
Standing to one side, while he was still masturbating her, he allowed Sylvia to
move into where he had been. Lifting his hands away, she took over his
ministrations, sat down, and sucked at the girl�s pussy, just as Sam had been
doing moments before. Sam quietly moved to another chair to watch the show.
Sally climaxed
with an intensity belying her age. She almost fell over, as her legs started to
buckle, and would have done but for a steadying hand from Sylvia. Her orgasm
went on for over a minute in full intensity, and another minute as she
gradually calmed.� Finally, Sally stood
up, and as she eventually opened her eyes, she saw Sam sitting in the chair in
front of her.
�Whoa, what,
how�..�, she stuttered, then looked over her shoulder, and saw Miss. P. �Ohmy
�It�s alright,
Sally,� said Sam in a reassuring tone, �Miss. P. is a member of our little
Club, and wanted to help you feel nice. It did feel nice didn�t it?�
Sally still
red in the face from her embarrassment, said, �Errr
yes, thank you Sam. It felt really nice. Err thank you Miss. P. it was good.�
The girl took a minute or two regaining her composure, before she found the
courage to say, �Sam, do you mind if I ask you a question?�
�Fire away
honey,� replied Sam �what do you want to know?�
�Well, now I
have, you know, let you, er just now,� she blushed again, �you know. Does that
make me a member?�
�Sally you are
in The Club,� said Sam �but remember everyone can ask for anything from anyone.
And I think you know what I want, don�t you?�
Sally smiled
shyly at him, �Yes Sam, I think you made that quite clear yesterday, and after,
you know, just now, I knew for sure. But is it alright if I wait until the
moment is just right for me? You know, I just want my first time to be really
special.�
�Of course,
Sally,� he replied, �I want your first time to be really special too, I promise
you that.� At that moment, none of them knew just how life changing, for all of
them, her first time was to become. Sally had started to hear a quiet voice in
her head. It was a kind reassuring voice. One she trusted. The first time had
been yesterday, when she�d stood naked by the food dumpster and Sam had saved
her from Verity. The voice had told her to trust Sam, to do as he asked. When he�d
given her tea upstairs and been so kind, the voice had told her to listen. The
voice had guided her, told her to relax in Sam�s presence, to let him have a
quick look between her thighs. It had told her she should let Sam do what he
wanted to her, but that she must hold back giving herself to him, until the
second night of the camp. The night of the full moon.
Sally quickly
got dressed, and surprised Sam when she came over and hugged him warmly. Her
finger tips found and ran along Sam�s cock in a teasing dance of a moment or
two, and then gave him a lingering kiss on his lips, before leaving. �Well,�
said Sylvia, �that went well, I must say.
�How is The
Club recruitment going, Sam?� she asked �I came over to give you some news, by
the way.�
�Well, we have
the five who have all agreed; that�s Lizzie and Hannah, the ten year olds. As
you know we should fuck Lizzie later, if all goes well.� Sally, as you just saw is one step away from
giving her all and Vera and Vicky I fucked half an hour ago.�
�You did
what?� she gasped, �but that was fast work,� her hand was already slipping
under the elastic waistband of her games shorts. �God I wish I�d seen that.�
�Yes, well, I
have offered them $10 for every pound they lose in weight. I think we would do
them a huge favour if you work out a diet and fitness programme for them. It was
fun, but I�m really not into hot sweaty heavy weight fucking. So you would be
doing them and me a good turn if you could work on that.� She nodded.
�I have to get
off to the bank,� Sam glanced at his watch, �you said you had some news.�
�Oh, yes, with
your news about Vera and Vicky, I almost forgot. You remember yesterday, I
mentioned I have a couple of nine year olds I�m grooming up, well there has
been a development. The news about your meeting this morning with The Principal
is all over the school. You are some sort of folk hero, it would seem, Sam.
Everyone knows you saved Mrs. Prentice from being fired.� She smiled at his
blush. �Anyway, The Choices Club seems to have become public knowledge as well.
There�s talk of the club holding a legacy of $5million.� Sam knew Marjorie
couldn�t hold news like that back for long. Sam wasn�t sure if this early
disclosure was altogether a good thing.
�Anyway, these
two nine year olds I mentioned, Amanda and Sandra, always known as Mandy and
Sandy asked me about it during morning break. I explained that it was a special
club to help girls from poor, single parent backgrounds, become a self support
group of very close friends, going on vacation trips together and getting other
things too.�
�Well, Mandy
asked me what they needed to do to become members of The Club,� Sylvia
continued, �and I said that they had to show they would be committed to The
Club and it�s members. They might be asked to do things for the other members,
but also could ask for anything too. Now Mandy is an intelligent girl, and
immediately asked me if that meant they had to do, as she called it �sex stuff,
like you�ve been trying to get us to do, Miss.� Well I told them perhaps, would
it matter? Maybe in the vacations they might like to go to Euro Disney in
Paris, France. That excited them, I can tell you.�
�They went off
and talked about it for a few minutes, and came back to me and said it was OK.
I said I would meet them this afternoon, and I would show them what they needed
to do. Sam, I can�t tell you, I am really excited about getting inside their
panties. Anyway, I think it might be too early to bring them to The Club
meeting later, remember we are going to fuck Lizzie. Shall I ask them if they
would like to come at the beginning, meet the other members, and then go after
ten minutes or so?��
�Sylvia,
that�s fine by me,� Sam said, as he pulled his boxers back on, �we mustn�t rush
this, otherwise we might make mistakes. OK, in the meantime, see if you can
break them in, have fun. Did you want to use my apartment?�
�I didn�t like
to ask,� she answered coyly, �but that would really help, Sam. Thanks. Do you
want to come up and meet them? I�m seeing them at two. They have to be in class
at three, so if you come up at, say two forty, what do you think?� They agreed,
and went their different ways.
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CHAPTER 12
Wednesday
early afternoon � Sandy & Mandy�s shower
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Sam�s visit to
the bank went well. He spoke to the manager, who was a parent of two of the
pupils in school, and the account was opened, using $1000 in cash he had
brought, in less than an hour. The mandate forms were run off for signature by
the trustees, which Sam promised to return later.
The jewellers
next door had some really pretty solid silver choker necklaces. They were made
up of a series of square silver plates, edged with gold, hinged together. The
hinges were so tight, they were almost invisible. He asked how many they had,
and was advised six. He asked how long it would take to engrave them. They said
they did it in store, and could deliver later in the day. He bought them and
ordered a further twenty. He also asked for two special ones to be ordered. He
wanted one in pure gold, and the other with plates alternately gold and silver.
He instructed them to inscribe everything with the new Club Latin motto. �Omnes pro uno, Unus pro omnibus.� He paid cash, and told them where to
bring the delivery.
He went into
the travel agents, to enquire about Euro Disney, and got a few brochures for
ideas.
Next he called
into the phone shop, and selected a dozen IPad Pros
and IPhone X. He asked the salesman to link each
phone to an IPad, set them all up with WhatsApp, and
make a new group called �Choices�. He instructed him to set the locators on, so
he could see where everyone was. He asked the young guy to fill them with all
the games and music young girls are likely to play. �Make sure they have all
the bells and whistles,� he said, �you know what to do.� They would be
delivered to the school later in the day he was assured. Sam paid in cash, with
a bonus to the man to ensure he did a thorough job.
He called into
a marketing store, that did promotional wear for companies, but also supplied
uniforms for most of the schools in the area, and spoke to the pleasant girl
behind the counter, who seemed be the owner. Her name was Jane. She appeared to
Sam to be about fifteen years old, but must have been much older. What he
wanted was a Choices logo, and then�
T-shirts, shorts, sweat shirts, sports clothes all in a common colour
scheme with the logo. He also wanted smart wear for formal visits, but there
was no hurry for this, it could follow later. The girl stunned him. She knew
exactly what he needed. She knew what young girls wanted to wear, and in a
matter of half an hour had taken a huge order off him, and a shit load of cash.
She might look young, thought Sam, but she�s got an old head on those
shoulders. They spent some time pouring over her computer, which had a special
program for designing corporate logos and trade marks. The end result really
pleased Sam. She promised to deliver some samples of the clothing later and the
balance the following day. The formal wear would follow in a couple of weeks.
Sam asked if she could e-mail the logo to the phone shop and arrange for them
to print it onto the phones and IPads. She said her
boy friend worked there and would fix it for him. Sam decided she�d earned the
bonus he left with her.
Getting back
to the school, Sam sent an e-mail to Morgan, provided the bank account details,
and a reminder that the funds were to be in place by close of business that
day. Next, he went over to the office to see Marjorie to ask for the forms the
parents have to sign giving the school loco parentis authority while they were
away on camp. She handed over the file, with her usual smile. �You really
showed that bully where to go this morning, Sam. It was long overdue. Someone
should have sorted him out years ago. Well done. You have really made a stir
around the school.��
At that
moment, Mrs. Prentice came out of her office on hearing Sam�s voice. �Ah, it is
you Sam, could you spare a minute?� They entered, she turned and sat on the
edge of her desk, facing him. Her likeness to Morticia,
with her long black clothing, and hair with pale skin always astonished him. He
tried not to smile knowingly.
�Sam, I know I
thanked you this morning, but I really appreciate what you did. I have played it
over in my head and just don�t know how you managed it, but you did.� She
continued, �Thank you. As I said this morning, if there is anything I can do,
just say the word.�
�Actually,
Celine, there are a couple of little things.� He took out one of the bank
mandate forms and passed it over for her signature. She glanced at it, signed
it and slid it back across the table. �And the other thing,� Sam continued,
�The Choices Club will need accommodation. We could rent a house or something,
but that seems to be a waste of money. What I had in mind; above the kitchens,
there are some unused rooms� which look
like they used to be accommodation.�
�Yes,� Celine
said, �they were dormitories back in the days before the school bus system, and
kids from distant farms and settlements couldn�t travel every day, so they
lived there weekdays. They used to board sixty or seventy pupils then. There�s
more space up there than you�d realise. It goes the whole length of the
kitchens and refectory dining hall. If you can make use of it, then it�s yours.
I can�t help with renovation costs, but as far as I am concerned, Sam, your
wish is my command.� She was pleased that in some small way she had been able
repay Sam.
Sam returned
to the workshop, opened the file containing the permission forms for the camp.
He drew one out, and studied it. The wording was simple enough, and replicating
it onto his computer, created a parental permission form for The Choices Club.
He added a few additional clauses to cover eventualities when travelling
abroad.
Noise from the
next room drew his attention, and entering the corridor, heard a class in the
changing rooms, after their gym class. He lifted one of the covers to watch
what happened. It was the 3rd graders, and usually they just slipped off their
leotards, and dressed in their school uniform. Sam watched as two of them,
however, came over to the shower cubicles, carrying their towels and clothes,
which they carefully hung up and started to undress.�
Sam watched
them carefully, because these two were stunningly beautiful. They looked like
they must be sisters, but he knew they weren�t. He recognised them as Mandy and
Sandy. They were both blond, with hair flowing down to the small of their
backs. They were fit looking, he knew from gymnastics they were tipped to be in
the school team soon. Their faces were angelic. One had emerald green eyes,
while the other cobalt blue with grey rings around the irises. Their poise was
elegant, their movements graceful. They were tall for their age. Sam was so
taken by their beauty, he quite forgot to switch his camera on.
They removed
their leotards quickly enough, but to Sam�s hungry eyes, it could�nt
be fast enough. Suddenly, tossing their games kit onto the bench, they both
straightened up, and stepped towards the shower. Sam was hypnotised by the
loveliness of the vision before him. These were two nymphs sent from heaven.
Their forms were perfect. As they stood waiting for the water to warm, before
stepping under it, he heard one say �I thought we should have a quick shower to
be clean enough for Miss. P. later. Do you like her? I think she�s really
nice.� They stepped into the shower, and started to lather themselves with
their gel.�
�Yes,� came
the reply, �I hope she can show us a few things, you know, sex things, do you
think she will? I liked it when I tried the things she suggested the other day.
It makes me feel funny in my tummy when I think about it. This Choices Club
sounds interesting though, what do you think?�
Sam was
transfixed, watching the suds and water flow down the gorgeous bodies, eddying
inwards, confluencing at their lower bellies, passing
over their tight vulvas, both short, not showing off their secrets.
�I don�t know
really, we haven�t been told much, but if it meant we could get into the state
gymnastics team one day, I would do anything to be in it. Sam the guy taking us
to camp seems to know a lot about it. I also reckon we are going to have to let
Miss. P. do much more stuff to us later. Do you mind?�
�I would let
Miss. P. do anything she wants, I like her, but if it meant we could get into
the team, I would fuck the devil himself.� Sam�s erect cock lurched at the
music in his ears. �My mum told me when she wanted to be a gymnast, she was
told all the coaches did stuff to them. If they didn�t let them, they didn�t
get in the team.�
The two had
nearly finished their quick shower, and turned to let the water spray their
backs. Their globular bottoms were just magnificent, pert, muscle toned, with
little dimples on their buttocks, which deepened as their muscles moved. They
both put gel on their hands and bending away from him, ran their hands up the
backs of their thighs, parting them, to clean the recesses of their clefts with
their finger tips. One after the other, two magnificent bottoms opened up to
his gaze, and as their hands worked down, their vaginas popped open, showing
the darker shadows within, followed by their labia lips, exposing their clit
hoods, with their nubs just poking out. All too soon they were standing again,
rinsing off, grabbing their towels to get dry.
Sam was about
to leave, as he heard a final comment. �You know, I think Miss. P. was dropping
hints about that sex stuff and the Choices Club, maybe they�re connected. Do
you think Sam is going to want to do stuff to us as well? I think he�s really
nice.�
�Yes,� she
replied, �he is nice, and like I said, I would let him fuck me to get what I
want.�
�I agree,�
said her friend, �let�s get into that club, whatever it takes.�
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CHAPTER 13
Wednesday
afternoon � Sandy and Mandy join The Club
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Sam met up
with Sylvia in the refectory for lunch. They happened to be at a table on their
own, but even so, kept being interrupted by members of staff congratulating him
on how he�d dealt with Morgan, and for saving Mrs. Prentice�s
job. In between, they chatted about The Club, she signed the bank form, and was
interested as he chatted about his purchases in town that morning.
�Also, Sylvia,
I saw your two prot�g�s in the shower a short while ago, you know, Mandy and
Sandy,� he whispered carefully, �they had some very interesting things to say.�
Sam gave her a run down of what he�d heard. �I think perhaps we can let them
attend the whole meeting. You�d better prime them this afternoon, when you
fuck, err masturbate, err give them extra tuition.� They both laughed, drawing
some amused glances. Neither Sam nor Miss. P. had seemed happy people to the other
staff, until they had met each other. If only they knew.
Sam returned
to the workshop and taking his bunch of keys, went up to his room, and unlocked
a door at the end. It led to a covered passageway, which bridged over the
alley, leading to the rooms above the kitchens. Inside, he found the old
dormitories hadn�t been touched for decades, but were dry and in good
condition. With a really good clean up, they could be converted to be used for
modern accommodation with almost no structural adaptation. He realised when
these rooms had been used for boarders, his quarters must have been for the
supervising staff.
Going back
downstairs, he selected two cordless transmitters from his D.E.A. drawer, which
he plugged into a pair of motion activated cameras. He plugged the receiver
into his computer, and switched it on, testing that everything worked. Next, he
went upstairs to position the cameras, ensuring they were well hidden, covering
his bedroom. Another look at the screen, and satisfied everything was positioned
well, he switched the screen off. The time was nearly two o�clock, so he went
off on his rounds, returning about fifteen minutes later.
He entered and
then locked the workshop quietly, not wanting to disturb those upstairs.
Flicking the computer screen on, he saw immediately that Sylvia had wasted no
time. The three were lying on his bed. They were all as naked as the day they
were born. Sylvia was giving them instructions in oral sex, and how to give
each other the maximum pleasure. �So that�s how you do it girls, do you want to
give it a try?� Mandy and Sandy glanced at each other and in silent agreement,
nodded at their teacher. �Who would like to go first, you Mandy? OK, if I lie
here, I can spread my knees right out. Give me some room, that�s right. Now if
you go to the bottom of the bed and come up between my legs, I�ll show you what
to do.� Sam was riveted, his arousal almost overwhelming. This was just so
erotic.
�Now, use your
fingers, and spread my pussy lips carefully apart. That�s right, a bit more.
Have a close look. Here is my clitty, you�ll see it�s sticking out of it�s
cover, which is usually hidden between my cunt lips. That�s because I�m excited
about what we�re doing. Just below, is my vagina. You can see I�m really wet
and sticky there. Now carefully, lick up through my slit, from just below my
vagina hole, up over my clitty, to the top of my slit and down again. Hmmm, yes
that�s good. Now add a bit more pressure, and do it a little faster. Excellent,
you are really good at this. What does it taste like? Do you like it?�
Mandy raised
her face above Sylvia�s belly, glanced at her friend and smiled. Sam could see
she had wetness spread over her mouth, nose and chin and cheeks. �It tastes a
bit salty, Miss., but it�s OK, I quite like it really. Do you want me to do it
some more?�
�OH, yes
please Mandy, but in a moment. Sandy, could you come and straddle my face, so I
can lick you at the same time? Turn with your back to Mandy, so I can see you
while I lick you OK?�
There was a moment
of shuffling, and Sandy, with guidance from Sylvia got into position. Their
oral stimulation resumed. After about five minutes, it was apparent that Sandy
was beginning to get very aroused, and was approaching her climax. She was
thrusting her hips forward and backward across Sylvia�s lips and nose in
increasingly strong movements. She was rubbing one of her flat nipples,
stimulating as much arousal from it as she could. With her other hand she was
pressing her lower tummy just above her prominent mound.
Likewise, Sam
could see Mandy was having an effect on Sylvia, who was now lifting and
dropping her hips, as the nine year old brought her orgasm ever closer. The two
climaxed simultaneously amid thrusting hips and bellies, moans, groans and
sighs. Slowly, slowly, their motions calmed until they were still. Sylvia
indicated for the two to cuddle alongside her.
Sam looked at
his watch; time to go. He switched the screen off, leaving the recording
running. He quietly went up the stairs, and peered around the door. The two
girls were snuggled into the sides of their favourite teacher, pressing their
faces to her breasts. The girls were away in a world of their own, oblivious to
everything around them.
Sylvia saw him
and smiled, giving a little nod, her eyes looking down at Mandy. Sam moved into
the room, still unnoticed. He spent several seconds just taking in the sight of
the two supremely fit preteen beauties. He could see quite clearly between both
their thighs, where their open slick clefts were still moist from the undoubted
arousal following their underage lesbian tryst of a few moments ago. Sylvia�s
pussy was very wet and dilated too. Not for the first time, he wondered if they
should try and fuck.
Moving quietly
and knowing Mandy who was on the near side of the bed, hadn�t cum yet, he
gently placed the fingers of his left hand on her mound. The girl snuggled
closer into Sylvia�s breast, her eyes still shut, obviously thinking she was
caressing her. Sam glanced up and caught another encouraging nod from Sylvia.
Cupping the nine year old�s mound, and feeling the firmness of it�s hard but
supple shape, he pressed his fingers into the dimple at the top of her cleft.
The girl arched her hip slightly upwards, meeting his intrusion. Her thighs
were parted enough for her cleft to be sufficiently wide for his fingers to run
down through her wet inner labia lips, caressing her slick clitoris. He spent a
few minutes, just masturbating the child, encouraging her clitty to engorge and
stand up, wanting his stimulation, wanting him to bring her off. The girl
started to pant and undulate her hips. She was close.
Sam sat on the
edge of the bed. The movement disturbed Mandy. She opened her eyes, looked up
and gasped. Sam placed the flat of his right hand on her lower chest in a
reassuring gesture. He continued to masturbate her, lengthening his strokes
from her dimple down to the bottom of her pussy. Her moisture was now spread
along her whole pudenda in large amounts. Both girls were now looking up at him
with some alarm. He didn�t stop his movements between her thighs. With her
shock, she seemed not to notice.
�It�s OK,�
said Miss. P., �it�s only Sam. He�s come to join us. Is that alright with you
two? He runs The Choices Club you know. He would like to get to know you both a
lot better. If he likes you, he might let you both join.� The girls, again
glanced at each other, and settled their heads back down, wondering what would
happen next.
Sam, looking
directly into Mandy�s eyes. Still rubbing her with the fingers of his left
hand, he couldn�t resist a little fun when he said. �Hello Mandy, we haven�t
met before, how do you do?� He held his right hand out to the girl and almost
laughed out loud when she took it in her hand and shook it.� �I�m very well thank you Sam,� she
automatically replied, immediately followed by, �Nnngggghh
�����. ooohhh ��.. gggoooodddd
��� I�m cuming Miss. P., I�m cuming, oh yesssss.� She had grabbed Sam�s wrist with both hands, and
was trying to fuck herself with his fingers.
Sam could feel
the contractions of the fit muscles of the preteen�s cunt clamping onto his
fingers, as she pulsed out her astonishing orgasmic pleasure. He couldn�t
resist leaning into her and lapping her gaping, wet, engorged open labia with
his tongue, as her pussy opened and closed in time to her contractions. It sent
her into a new round of intense climaxes. She lifted her legs upwards, and
outwards in a splits that only an expert gymnast could achieve. She pulled her
knees behind her shoulders, her chin almost touching her own belly. Her whole
pudenda spread out, allowing Sam�s tongue to dip further into her vagina,
nudging her hymen. A squirt of fluid from the nine year old indicated to Sam
her orgasm continued, so he also went on working at pleasuring her. Finally,
she collapsed back onto the bed. Her coiled up body slowly unwound and relaxed
as she lay in a comatose state, breathing deeply through her nose, her face one
of angelic bliss, her green eyes screwed shut, a smile indicating her
contentment.
Finally, her
eyes popped open. She focused on Sam�s face. �Sam, if I join The Choices Club,
can I ask for anything?�
�Yes darling,�
he answered, �that�s the whole idea. What did you want to ask for?
�Sam,� she
fixed him with her emerald eyes, �if I join, would you teach me how to fuck, I
mean really fuck?�
Sam�s heart
fluttered at the turn of events and the phraseology from this nine year old
beauty. He�d been wondering how he would persuade these two to let him have his
way with them and here he was being asked a direct question to do just that.
�Yes, of course Mandy, if that�s what you ask for that�s what you�ll get. What
made you ask this though?�
�Well Sam, let
me tell you something first. My mum says she could have got into the state
gymnastics team when she was my age, you know nine. Her coach kept trying to do
things to her, you know sex stuff. She says all the coaches were like that, but
she wouldn�t go all the way, so he kept her out of the team. When Mum was
thirteen, she and Sandy�s mum decided they wanted to be in the team so much,
they would let him do what he wanted to them. But, he didn�t look after them,
and they both got pregnant, with Sandy and me. No one here knows the secret
that Sandy�s my half sister. That�s why we look so alike. The coach was arrested,
and our mums never did the thing they loved, gymnastics, again. Sandy and I
don�t want to make the same mistake. We have talked to our mums and they have
said as long as we like our coaches, we must do whatever we have to, to get
into the team. So I want to learn from someone I trust how to fuck. You
wouldn�t mind, Sam, would you?� She looked so innocently at him, like she was
asking him if she could borrow a few dollars, as she asked this earthquake
question.
Sam looked
over at Sandy. �Is this how you feel too?�
�We are best
friends, Sam,� Sandy replied, her bright cobalt blue eyes sparkling at him, �we
do everything together, including some of the stuff Miss. P�s been teaching us,
so, yes, count me in, Sam, please teach me too.�
�Ok girls,� said
Sam, �I think we can organise that for you, what do you think Miss. P?�
�No problem
girls,� she grinned at Sam, �no problem at all. We haven�t got time now, but we
will make sure you have the right tuition ok? Could you let your mums know,
we�re having a club meeting tonight at five thirty, when all the members will
meet? If you would like to join, come along then.�
After Mandy
and Sandy had left, Sam had a quick chat with Sylvia. �How good are they at
gymnastics, Sylvia?� asked Sam, �Are they special?�
�They are
going to be invited into the school team next week. It�s confidential until
then, so don�t spread it around. We all think they can make the State Junior
Team next term. Why do you ask?�
�Why don�t we
tell them tonight?� he said slyly, �Let�s take the credit and make out it was
joining The Club that got them into the team. The other Club members will be
impressed and think membership opens doors. What do you say?�
�You crafty
bastard, OK, but we will have to tell them not to say anything until it�s
official next week.�
�This
afternoon�s meeting,� said Sam, changing the subject, �what shall we put on the
agenda? Firstly, introduce them to each other, explain the rules, fuck Lizzie.
I�ve also got an idea for a club house, anything else?�
�No,� she
replied, �unless you want to ask them to look out for new recruits. How many
members do you want in all?�
�I hadn�t got
a fixed number in mind, but if we have a maximum of, say 3 or 4 in each grade,
and we start with 1st to 5th grade before they move up to the seniors, then we
could end up with 15 or 20.�
After Sylvia
had left, Sam called Jane up and asked if she could do him a favour. He needed
something delivering in time for the meeting. She promised to do what she
could. Another bonus promise of $100 did the trick.
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CHAPTER 14
Wednesday late
afternoon - The inaugural meeting
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Sam had just
finished checking the pool, and locking the gym. He waited in the workshop, and
the first knock came at exactly
�Welcome
girls,� said Sam, �I think you all know each other.� Nods all round. �The first
thing I would like to show you all is our new Club House. Follow me. For the
moment we have to get into it through my apartment.� They trooped upstairs and
over the bridge into the old dormitories. An excited buzz went round, as they
realised there would be lots of big en-suite bedrooms, a big club room, kitchen
and games room.
�I�m going to
have this all fixed up, and I hope in a few weeks, we will be able to hold our
meetings here, have sleepovers, do homework,� he ignored the groans, they were
after all accompanied with smiles, �and all our school based club activities.
You will be allowed to chose your own bedroom decorations and furniture. OK
let�s go back to my apartment then.�
�I have
ordered some Club stuff,� explained Sam �but most of it will be a day or two
before it arrives.� To get us started,
and to show you what I have in mind, here is a T-shirt I bought today.� Sam
held up a high quality shirt, with a 3 button front, dark blue at the shoulder,
sky blue at the waist, and every shade of blue between, with the school colours
of black and red adorning the sides in vertical stripes. On the breast, though,
was a beautifully embroidered emblem, with the letters
�There�s one
each for you to take with you when you go,� Sam paused, before continuing, �and
you can each have one of these as well.� He pulled out a small box from a large
carton. It contained an IPhone X. It was in a pink
leather case and printed on the case was the Club logo. It looked fantastic to
the girls� eyes. Next, he pulled out an IPad Pro, in
a similar case and also printed with the logo. The girls were now very excited.
None of them had ever dreamed of owning anything like these. He decided there
was little point in explaining the technology to them, they probably already
knew more than he.
�Let�s all sit
for a minute, girls,� Sam sat on the edge of his bed, while the various seats
and floor spaces were occupied. �You will remember that we are a club, and we
are going to be closer and stronger than any family. Does everyone understand
that?� They did. �Good, you will also recall the four rules of The Club. If
not, I had them printed and framed today. Here they are. The fifth rule is the
most important rule of all, which I want you to remember.�
CHOICES
Everyone has
the choice to excel at everything they undertake. Always give of your best.
Everyone has
the choice to ensure everyone else always achieves their goals.
Everyone has
the choice to ask for or give to anyone anything in their power or possession.
Everyone has
the choice to say or do anything. We have freedom of speech and action.
Everyone has
the choice of keeping everything that happens in The Club secret.
Omnes pro uno, unus pro omnibus.
Sally put her
hand up, �What�s that last bit Sam? Isn�t it the same as I saw on the T-shirt?�
�That is our
motto. It�s like the one for
�Sam,� asked
Lizzie, �why did you pick that motto?�
Sam looked at
her, remembering back to a painful time. �Well, I was in the army, and I was
one of three very good friends. We had the nickname of �The Three Musketeers�.
There was me,
Sam shifted
uneasily, wanting to change the subject. �One of the things we talked about is
that everyone can ask for anything from any other member,� he continued.
�Sometimes when we have a meeting, we will be allowed to ask for anything. The
only exception is cash.� There was a little giggling around the room. �Who
would like to go first?�
Lizzie slowly
put her hand up. �Sam, can I ask for my punishment to be ended please? My
bottom has hurt so much the last two days, I couldn�t sit down.� There were
puzzled looks around the room. The other girls wondering what had happened.
�Certainly
Lizzie, that�s an easy wish to grant. Would you like to be the first inducted
into The Club today? I think you are ready to be a member.� She looked a bit
unsure, but nodded.
�What do I
have to do, Sam, to be inducted?� She asked, �Is it difficult?�
�No,� he
replied, �you�ll just do what Hannah did yesterday. Ok,� he went on, �we�ll end
the meeting with your induction then. Are you happy with that?� She nodded, a
wave of arousal swept through her at the thought of what was to follow. Sam
looked around the room. �Who�s next?�
Sally put her
hand up, and asked, �Sam you said we might go on some trips during the school
vacations. I would like to go to Disney.�
Sam reached
for a brochure from the shelf, and showed them the EuroDisney
brochure he�d picked up earlier. �How would this do? Any of you ever been to
Paris before?�
The seven
girls were beside themselves now. A trip to
�Can I chose
Sam,� asked Hannah, he nodded, �I would like my punishment ended too, please?
Did I get inducted yesterday?�
�No Hannah,
that was just practice, you can have your turn tomorrow if you want, like
Lizzie is today, OK?� She nodded, smiling. She was so relieved she wouldn�t
have to endure any more pain, and she was excited she would get to be fucked
again so soon. She�d been wet all day thinking about last night.
Next, Vicky
and Vera asked to have a sponsored diet. Sam explained to the other girls he
was going to pay them $10 per pound they lost. �We ought to weigh you now.
Strip off so it�s accurate. Hannah, I want you to gain some weight. Would you
like to be weighed as well? Perhaps we�ll sponsor you for each pound you gain.�
He fetched his bathroom scales, while they quickly stripped off their school
uniforms. Miss. P. recorded their weights in her diary. Afterwards, at Miss.
P�s. suggestion, they didn�t bother dressing, they just sat down again.
Finally,
�Put it on
The two,
excitedly but quickly undressed. They paused when they were just in their
panties, looked at each other, and slid them down. They were beginning to
understand what Sam liked, needed and enjoyed. They made a point of ensuring
that as the new garments went on, they showed him as many glimpses of their
sexy bodies as they could. They modelled the leotards for everyone to see. They
looked stunning. Sam reached into the box again, and pulled out a State Team
costume, again with the Club logo on, and said �I hope to be able to award
these to you both very soon.� The two preteen gymnasts were beside themselves
with excitement. Their eyes glittered with unshed tears of joy.
�OK, you two,�
said Sam, �we don�t want you spoiling your new gym kit before the big day next
week, you�d better take them off.� Like Hannah, Vera and Vicky, they shrugged
off the kit, and sat down, again stark naked.
�Sally, we�re
going to induct Lizzie in a minute, would you like to strip off too?�
�Excuse me
Sam,� said Sally, as she started undressing, �but you and Miss. P. haven�t had
a wish yet, and you�re both fully clothed still. What would you like?������
�Miss. P. looked at the row of girls, and asked
�Before Lizzie�s induction, would you all sit on the back of the bed, side by
side, lean against the wall, with your heels by your bottoms, knees apart and
hold yourselves open. I would like to come and inspect each of you and lick you
a little.� The girls all giggled at their respected teacher asking them to do
something so naughty. But never-the-less, they quickly got into the position
she asked, and one by one, pulled their tiny pussies open. Without exception,
they were all showing the signs of arousal. Pearlescent liquid was running from
their vaginas, and down their clefts towards their rosebuds.
Miss. P.
quickly undressed, and climbing on the bed and lying across it, she started at
the foot of the bed and worked her way along the line of nine, ten and eleven
year olds. She spent a couple of minutes, caressing, fondling and licking each
of their pussies. She was in a heaven of her own pedo lust. Before she had even
got to the end, she had spontaneously climaxed, moaning and groaning, having to
stop for a moment to catch her breath. By the time she reached the end, she was
sated. Her face was flushed with tiny beads of sweat and she was panting short
breaths. A look of ecstatic satisfaction on her face. Although no one had
touched her she had had one of the best orgasms of her life. She knew she was
going to love this club. Sam noticed though that not only did all six girls
have nipples that now stood out hard from their flat chests, they were now
openly masturbating themselves, their fingers moving over their smooth bald
mounds and into their clefts, caressing their tiny aroused clits. The Seventh
being Lizzie, was now looking back at him with keen anticipation.
Finally, as
things calmed down, they started to look towards Sam with expectancy. Lizzie asked,
�Sam what is your wish? What would you like?�
Sam thought
for a moment. He had been wondering about this for a while.
�Well,� he
said, pensively, �we are going on camp this weekend. I love to see little girls
without any clothes on. I would like you seven to use every opportunity you
can, to encourage the rest of the group to strip off for me, so I can see their
little naked bodies. That�s my wish.�
Vera, squinted
at him, �You mean getting everyone to skinny dip or something like that, Sam?�
�Yes Vera,� he
replied, �that sort of thing. I will leave it to you to all use your
imaginations.� Sam looked at his watch. �We�ve already been half an hour, so if
Lizzie is going to be inducted, we need to do it now. You six stay where you
are, Lizzie come over here, Miss. P., would you like to take her place?
Lizzie, how
would you like to do this? It is your first time, so you can do it any way you
like.�
She looked at
him, and glanced along the line of girls, before saying, �Sam, my bottom still
hurts, so I want to go on top, please. Also, I fancy controlling everything if
that�s OK.�
Sam smiled,
and quickly shucked off his clothes. Most of the girls seeing him naked for the
first time were admiring his physique and in particular his long, but slender,
very erect cock protruding from his groin, pre-cum glinting on it�s end, a long
string like a spider�s web stretched to his knee. He lay on the bed, the feet
of the six girls were now tucked under his thighs, legs and chest. Looking
alongside himself, all he seemed to see was little girl cunt, aroused, wet and
fully in view. He casually reached across and playfully ran his fingers over
two or three of the vulvas nearest to him. Little fingers were playing their
individual tunes on the tight strings of their own clits. Sam had never
experienced a harder erection. It hurt, it was so rigid.
Lizzie, who
seemed to have just paused for a moment, came to the bed, and placing her right
knee and one hand on the edge, swung her other leg over him, so she straddled
him. Sam�s cock was pressed to his tummy, Lizzie�s slick pussy lips enveloped
it on either side, after a pause of a few seconds. Slowly, ever so slowly, she
moved� her vulva forward along him, until
his helmet shaped cock head slipped into her bum crack, she slowly started the
return slide, spreading the huge amount of pre-cum along the length of her
tight preteen cleft as she did so.��
Again she made
the slow, slip sliding journey, with just a little increase in downward
pressure, and speed. Back and forth, back and forth. Pre-cum and slick little
girly arousal moisture covering every point of contact. Lizzie in particular
loved it as his crown dragged through her cleft over her vagina entry and
sensitive clitty. Both of them were totally absorbed in the ecstatic feelings
passing through their genitals as they rubbed together. Their audience were not
only fully absorbed too, but all seven were now openly masturbating themselves.
Sam, who had often had off the wall thoughts, smiled to himself as he altered
an old saying in his mind; a family that cums together stays together.
Lizzie lifted
herself up, and reaching down between her thighs, gently grasped his hot,
hugely, rigidly, erect cock, and moving it slightly back and forth over her
vagina, found the exact entrance to her tunnel of love. She lowered herself a
fraction, so he was now pressed into her entry. She became aware deep inside
her lower tummy an itch starting to grow. She needed to scratch it, but knew
there was only one way to do so.
As she rocked
backwards and forwards, she became aware that his cock head was sliding through
his foreskin, and pressing into her just a little. Not since her experience in
the shower with the Tanto knife on Monday had she
shoved anything into herself. She needed this more than anything. Just then,
she became aware of an easing of pressure, and at the same time his cock
slipping into her another fraction. She continued her movements and downward
pressure, each time feeling herself open up and him filling the void. Then his
cock was suddenly inside her entry. His crown just popped through her tight
ring, immediately easing the pressure.
She paused,
allowing her ten year old cunt to adjust to his cock�s tight intrusion into her
virgin pussy. She felt more easing of the pressure, and after a moment�s pause,
started her movements again. Each time, she could feel the walls of her vagina
parting, peeling apart, as he ever so slowly slipped into her. She also started
to feel the most ecstatic feeling, as her clit, was dragged into her vagina
then pulled out again with it�s rubbing against his cock. All of a sudden, all
the pressure went, and she realised she was able to lower herself down his
shaft. Her vagina walls parting willingly, as he slid further into her, two,
three then four inches.
The itch
inside her was insisting on relief, and suddenly she felt him bump into her
deepest part. Blinding lights filled her closed obsidian eyes, as the tingles
within her exploded into an unexpectedly early climax. She lifted herself up and
dropped down. Up, down. The feelings were overwhelming her, the insistent itch
both satisfied as well as demanded more.
Her climax was
so overwhelming, she was unaware when Sam grabbed her poor bruised bottom in a
tight clench, as he lifted her up and down in a frenzied attempt to increase
the speed and penetration of this beautiful round faced, strawberry blond
haired ten year old. Sam didn�t know how long he would last, but she was in
full orgasm now. Her thighs slapping against his, it seemed he was in her all
of his six and a half inches. His cock smacking into her hard rubbery cervix.
He could feel her clenches, as she came and came, along the whole length of his
cock. Just as he thought she was coming down from the heights of her climax, he
felt the familiar tightening of his balls, and the tingling deep down.
He came, oh
how he came. The first pulse spurted into her. He heard her grunt as it hit
deep inside her womb. The second though was a tsunami of ejaculation, as he
exploded into her. His cock swelled so much, it hurt him, as he pulsed and
pulsed into her. He was frantic in his movements. He was bouncing her up and
down on him like a rag doll on a pole. Her own orgasm reached new heights, as
his sperm filled semen shot deep, deep into her, massaging her insides.
Together they came and came. The audience were spell bound. They too shared in
the orgasmic bliss, as �they all came together�.
Lizzie
collapsed onto Sam�s chest. Her breathing a rough pant of exhausted gasps. The
side of her pretty face pressed to his heart, listening to the solid beat of
his pulse. She felt the fading pulses of his cock, deep inside her, which
echoed the thumping in his chest. He gently put his hands on the globes of her
bottom, but this time, she tensed, as the pain shot through her. Realising what
he�d done, he moved his hands up and cuddled her back.
�I�m sorry
Sam,� said Miss. P., �but it�s only ten minutes to go, and we�ve all got to get
cleaned up and dressed. We must hurry.�
Lizzie had a
quick shower, while everyone else used Sam�s bath towels to wipe themselves.
They dressed in a couple of minutes. Sam made sure they all had their �Goody
Bags� to take home, with their new phones and IPads
and T-shirts. He gave them a parental consent form with the request they all
got their mothers to sign and return them the following day.
�Before you
go,� announced Sam, �as part of Lizzie�s induction, I have a little present for
her. There is one of these for each of you in your turn.� He produced a long
thin jeweller�s box. Inside was the silver and
Hannah said,
�There�s something written on it. It says �Omnes pro uno, Unus pro omnibus�. Isn�t
that our motto Sam?� All for one, one for
all. I can�t wait to have mine. How soon can I have my induction?�
�As I said
earlier,� he replied, �you can be next, if you want, tomorrow. Which reminds me
girls, I would like to speak to all of your mothers after tomorrow�s meeting.
Would you ask them if they could come here at
Before they
went downstairs, Lizzie put her hand up to speak. �I think I am speaking for
all of us, Sam and Miss. P., but this club is going to be the best thing that
ever happened to any of us. I really had a ball today,� she giggled at the
double entendre, �I know that now I will be able to get on with my life without
my uncle�s bullying, and be able to have and do the things that Sam has told us
about, and enjoy the most wonderful feelings, like I did just now.�
�As it is my
induction, I would like to pledge to you all, I will always follow all five of
The Club rules. Also, Sam, thank you for making my first time so very special.
I will treasure the memory all my life. And thank you for my lovely necklace.
Sam, one more thing,� she said with a glint in her eye, �I will try and make
sure you see every last girl�s pussy at least once on the camping trip.�
�Yes, too
right, Sam, that�s our weekend mission,� echoed Hannah. �We�ll call it pussy
parading, eh girls?�
There was
bright laughter as they all agreed on the weekend�s project Each girl kissed
Sam and Miss. P. on the lips, as they left.
After they had
gone, Sam collapsed into an arm chair. He seemed oblivious he was still naked.
�Well that went well, Sylvia, what do you think?�
Sylvia, who
was lying on his bed, also still stark naked, her legs and arms akimbo, glanced
across at him. �You know Sam, it was only yesterday morning you scared the shit
out of me when you found out what I was and what I like to do. You have changed
my whole life in just over a day. If there is ever anything I can do for, just
name it.�
Sam, looked
across at her and smiled. �You know there is something I would like Sylvia, but
it�s something you need to think about.�
�What�s that
Sam,� she asked, now intrigued, �What would you like?�
�Well you and
I are two of a kind. I don�t think we�ll ever change. But, you know, one day I
would love to have kids and someone to raise them with. And, well, I was
wondering����
�Are you
asking what I think you�re asking, Sam?� she replied. �You want me to have your
kids?�
�
�I suppose I
am, Sylvia, I suppose I am.�
�It would be
an honour, Sam. My mum would love it if I told her she was going to have
grandkids. Talking about kids, you haven�t forgotten we�re babysitting Sophie
and Amber, have you?�
Sam laughed.
�You�re talking like a nagging wife already.� He put on a squeaky voice, �Come
on dear, tidy the room up, when are you going to paint the kitchen, don�t
forget you�ve got to molest some children?� They both laughed. There was an
accord building between them already.
He quickly
dressed and went to the cupboard where the sleeping potion was stored. He took
the flask down, and an empty eye dropper bottle, he had kept for this purpose.
Careful not to spill any, he filled the little bottle with the clear fluid, and
put it in his pocket. He selected one of his pocket size digital cameras,
flicked the light off and said, �Right, ready to go.�
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CHAPTER 15
Wednesday
evening � Babysitting.
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Because Sylvia
lived some distance from the trailer park, and also needed to go to the
supermarket, en-route, they decided to make their own way there. Sam found the
place, and quickly located the home he was looking for. Outside, a bunch of
kids were playing. It was a warm evening, and getting warmer. He hoped this
nice weather would remain good for the camping trip.
As he got out
of his truck, a woman from the property next door came out. She immediately
reminded him of Whoopi Goldberg to look at and had a
warm welcoming smile. �You gotta be Sam, I�m glad
you�re here, I�m just off to work,� she said. She even sounded like Whoopi did in Ghost. The only thing was, Amber and Sophie�s
mum had told him she worked in the entertainment business. Seeing how she was
dressed though, there was absolutely no doubt what sort of entertainment she
was involved in. Fishnet stockings above high boots, a very short black leather
skirt, and a low cut red top. �My name�s Dolly,� she said, hoping he would
remember her.
�Hi,� said
Sam, �yeah, babysitting Amber and Sophie tonight until their mum gets home.
Another teacher�s joining me, but she won�t be here for a while. Have you got
the key?�
�Yeah, sugar,
but, how about you and me stepping inside for a minute. I can give you a
discount on account you�re one of my kid�s teachers an� all.� A little girl of
about 8, obviously her daughter, came up and stood beside her. He recognised
her from school. Her name was Jasmine. Sam glanced down at her, worried she
might hear the conversation. The kid�s pretty little black face smiled back up
at him.
The woman
seeing the momentary glance continued. �Oh, you like �em
young do you? Well that�s no problem, you can have her instead if you like. A
couple of other teachers from your school seem to like her too. I don�t charge
as much for her as I should. Would you like her?�
Sam didn�t
like the way this conversation was going. It would be stupid to get arrested
for even just talking to this woman like this.
�Thank you but
no,� he stuttered, wanting to change the subject, �my girlfriend�s due here any
minute. Is your daughter going on the camping trip I organised this weekend?�
�Ah, it was
you organised it. She hates me, because I told her I couldn�t afford to let her
go,� she said, looking down at the girl, �don�t cha, Jasmine?�
�No mummy,
it�s just that all the uvva girls are goin� an� I woulda liked to go wiv �em.�
�Well maybe
next time, Jasmine, who knows.� She looked up at Sam, �Trip�s full now anyway,
ain�t that right mister?�
�Yes it is,�
answered Sam, feeling sorry for the child, �would you like me to let you know
if a place becomes available?�
�Well, I still
can�t afford it,� she looked around, clearly wanting to get off to work, �but
it won�t do no harm, I s�pose. Here are the keys, I gotta go. You get to bed now Jasmine, ya
hear? And if you change your mind, sugar, you know where to find her. She knows
what to charge.�
Sam saw the
kids were still playing their games, running around outside. The two ginger
redheads enjoying their last moment of freedom before being summoned in for the
night. He let himself into the trailer. On the table was a note from the
mother, thanking him, saying to help himself to a beer in the fridge, and would
he be kind enough to bath the kids if he could get the water working again.
Intending to
get his chore out of the way, he soon found the water tank. Noting the heating
element number, he went to his truck and looking through the selection he had
brought, found the replacement he needed. He drained the tank, replaced the
element and had it filled and running just as Sylvia arrived. It was only a
small tank so would only take about twenty minutes to heat up.
Sam handed her
the eye dropper bottle. �How many drops, do you think?� she asked.
�Well,� he
replied, �a dose for an adult is about five drops. So a child�s dose would
usually be about three or four. We want them out cold, so let�s say six.�
Sylvia went to
the cupboard and got two cups down and counted six drops into each one, then
carefully noting where they were, returned them to the cupboard.
They went
outside and waited while the kids finished their game. They sat down on a bench
seat just outside the door, and shared the only beer in the fridge, which Sam
suspected Ellie had bought specially for him. It was a lovely evening. �Looks
like it will be nice for the camping trip,� he said. �The weather will be clear
and sunny according to the forecast. It seems to be getting hotter and more
humid though. Could be a scorcher.�
�Yes,� she
answered, �I heard it was going to be really hot and sweaty up there. Is there
a lot of walking?�
�We�re doing a
five or six mile hike the first morning after we arrive, but canoeing in the
afternoon. That will be pretty hot. We�ll need to make sure there�s plenty of
sunscreen and drinking water. Let�s call the girls in.�
Sophie and Amber
ran over as soon as they were called. They liked Miss. P. She was their
favourite teacher. She was always nice to them.
�Time to come
in,� said Miss. P. �would you like us to give you a nice bath? It looks like
you�re both hot and grubby after all that running around. Your mum left a note
asking if we would bath you.�
They went
inside. The bath water now running warm, confirmed the repair had worked.
Sam started to
undress Sophie, while Amber insisted on doing it herself. She �was eight now
after all�. But if Miss. P. would like to wash her, she �wouldn�t mind�.
He slipped off
her threadbare T-shirt over her head, showing off her little bee sting areol� and hard but tiny nipples just standing proud of her
chest. Her school skirt unbuckled and placed carefully to one side, leaving
just her thin, but clean pink panties. She sported a camel toe, which Sam
studied for a moment, before sweeping them down her pencil thin legs. Her
little pussy mound seemed too big for a seven year old and dominated her lower
belly. Her cleft looked deep with a nice dimple. A tiny bump of skin showed,
where the hood of her clit was pushing up. She had caught the sun a little and
where her panties had been seemed unnaturally white in comparison. To get a
feel, Sam picked her up and cupping his hand under her bottom, her legs either
side of his waist, he could feel her little pussy, peeled open slightly under
his finger tips. She felt both firm and soft at the same time. He loved it. He
made a game of saying she was ready for her bath first, now swinging her around
in his arms to distract her from where his fingers were invading her young
body.
Soon Amber was
naked too, and Sam, putting Sophie down, before she wondered what he was doing,
said �I wonder if the bath is ready yet? You two can play a game for a minute
if you like.�
The two jumped
onto the settee, and bounced up and down, falling on their backs and rolled
around, legs flying, bottoms everywhere. Sam and Sylvia watched transfixed, as
every inch of their tiny young bodies were repeatedly exposed, hidden and
exposed again in flashes of tempting movements no choreographer could beat.
�Let�s see,
what would you like to drink before you go to bed?� asked Sylvia, �What do you
like, do you like fruit juice?�
�Can I have
black current juice please?� said one �Cranberry for me,� echoed the other.
In a moment,
Sylvia handed them both a cup and watched carefully as they swallowed the
contents in a few seconds. Sylvia noted the time, then removed and washed the
cups, dried them and put them back in the cupboard.
Climbing into
the bath, both girls had to lift their legs high over the side, a motion which
opened up their labia� inner secrets to view.
They let them
have a few minutes playing in the water, as all children love to do. Then,
picking up the soap, Sam started to wash Sophie�s arms. He made sure he tickled
her armpits, extracting lots of giggles. Sylvia was similarly washing Amber.
Sam picked up a foot, and washed her leg up to mid thigh, then the other.
Finally, he asked her to stand and took as long as he dared washing her inner
thighs, running his fingers back and forth through her cleft, bottom, pushing
slightly into her vagina and anus. He was aware Sylvia was breathing in short
pants as she too enjoyed her ministrations.
Allowing the
red headed girls to play for a few minutes again after their wash, they noticed
before long they were beginning to nod. The drug was taking effect. Lifting
them out of the bath and wrapping them in large fluffy towels, they quickly
rubbed them down. Sam carried Sophie through to the living area, sat down on
the settee, and placed her on his lap. Sylvia followed him through. Unwrapping
the towel and using the loose ends, he dried her off.
By now, the
girl was struggling to stay awake, her head rolling as her eyes closed,
suddenly opening again with a startled look. Finally, she gave up the struggle,
as her head fell back against his chest. Amber was asleep too about a minute
later.
Sylvia looked
at her watch. �Almost exactly ten minutes,� she said, �try tickling her again.�
Sam lifted the seven year old�s arm, and tickled her. There was a slight
twitch, but nothing to bring her round.
�OK,� said
Sylvia, getting up to make sure the door was locked and all the curtains were
closed fully. �let�s party.�
Sam laid
Sophie down on the settee on her back. He placed a cushion under her head, her
bottom just overlapped the front of the seat. Knowing from the shower the
previous day that both girls could do the splits, he lifted her legs up, and
pushed her feet back to her shoulders, then forced them outwards as far as he
could. As he did so, her whole pudenda flowered open. He had an uninterrupted
view from the small of her back to her belly button. Her cleft was stretched
wide open. Her clitoral hood had peeled apart, showing off her tiny hard nub
clitty inside. Beneath it, her urethra was clearly visible. Her perineum was
stretched flat between the globes of her bottom and her vagina was open so
wide, he could see an inch or so into her. Her rosebud, still slightly damp
from the bath glistened, inviting him to smell, lick, caress, fondle and
penetrate it.
Leaning
forward, he inhaled her aroma the full length from her little dimple above her
clitty, to the back of her bum crack. He repeated this several times, finally
bringing his tongue to bear, running it along her recess, back and forth. He
then pressed his tongue into her cunt, trying to force it as far in as he
could. Her stretched hymen with it�s little hole inviting him in. Glancing
across, Sylvia had Amber in a similar position at the other end of the settee.
�As little
girl secret sex goes, this is about as good as it gets,� she muttered through
Amber�s vulva, �wanna swap?�
Sam lowered
Sophie�s legs, and stood up. He quickly shrugged off his clothing. Sylvia now
standing too, did the same. They resumed their positions now in front of the
other sister, repeating their molestation on the pre-teen children. For half an
hour this continued, until Sam decided he wanted more.
He turned
Amber around, so her legs were up the back of the chair, still lying on her
back, her head flopped over the front of the cushion. As he pushed her legs
apart, they slipped down, under their own weight, in the splits, opening her
up, so he could fondle her as he pleased. Her head was bent so far back over
the chair front, in this position, her mouth was forced open, and as Sam knelt
in front of her, his cock poked nicely at her face.
�You�re not
going to do what I think you�re thinking of doing are you Sam?� gasped Sylvia.
�Oh
Sam carefully
placed the crown of his cock between the lips of the child. He then pushed her
chin away, forcing her jaws apart, and slipped into her mouth. At first his
movements were tiny, as he adjusted to the stunning sensation of having his
cock inside an 8 year old beautiful ginger headed girl�s mouth. He pressed in a
little more, and felt his cock parting the space between her tongue and the
roof of her mouth. He again pressed further, and felt his crown hit against
soft resistance. Not being able to hold himself back, he again pressed his hips
forward, and suddenly, he felt her throat open up, and his cock quickly slide
into her tight, oh so tight, throat. Further he pressed, until he felt her nose
knock against his balls, her chin nested into his golden pubic hair. He was
balls deep. He glanced at Sylvia. She was staring at where his cock had
disappeared, her face reflecting her astonishment and envy. He pulled back, and
as he did he heard Amber�s larynx gasp open, drawing in a lungful of air. She
breathed out and back in, he plunged in again. Out and in, timing his movements
with her breathing. Sam knew this wasn�t going to take long. It was simply too
erotic for him to hold out, even though he had fucked a ten year old not an
hour before.
Suddenly, he
felt his balls tighten up, and the wonderful feeling deep down start to work
it�s way upwards. Not wanting to asphyxiate the child, by cuming in her
unconscious throat, he waited until the last moment, and pulling his cock out
of her mouth, moved upwards and forward, his balls now sitting on her pretty
face, he ejaculated across her torso. The first pulse shot out in a string
along her chest. The second, always his strongest, spurted along her belly,
reaching her bald mound. The third pooled in her tummy button and the rest
tailed away, as his orgasm eased off.
Sam became
aware of several things at once. Firstly the silence. He glanced across at
Sylvia, who was simply transfixed with the eroticism of what she had just seen.
Her only movement that of a finger diddling her clit. The next, he realised
Amber�s head was clasped between his thighs, his weight pressing down on her
face. He lifted himself, hoping he hadn�t hurt her. And lastly, even in his
sated condition, he was aware of how erotic was the sight of this naked� 8 year old covered in his sperm filled semen,
from her neck to her pussy mound. Even her open mouth had received it�s share.
Her legs still horizontal, pressed against the seat back, the middle finger of
his right hand fully inserted into the kid�s cunt.
He reached
over for his clothes and dragging them towards him, pulled his camera out and
photographed the cum covered child from several angles. Passing the camera over
to Sylvia, he asked her to get some shots from the side.
Standing on
wobbly legs, he stepped back, and sat on a wooden chair, while he recovered. He
became aware of Sylvia moving over, and lapping up his cum off the child. She
licked and licked, working methodically, ensuring it was all cleaned off. Next,
Sylvia moved back to Sophie, and turning her, laid her along the settee, and
then swung her own legs over so she was straddling the child�s face. Quickly
she lowered herself, so her cleft was pressed to Sophie�s chin, mouth and nose
and started to undulate herself back and forth, working herself up in the
process. Sylvia turned towards Sam, smiled and surprised him. She opened her
mouth, it was full of cum. After a minute or two of this self gratification,
Sylvia sat up, arching her back, pressing her weight into the child�s face. She
cupped her breasts, massaging her nipples between her fingers. She took a deep
breath, held it, and after a few seconds, let it go in an explosion, as she
came across the girls face, her hips still moving back and forth in short
cycles.
After Sylvia
calmed down, Sam suggested that she perhaps should take her weight off the
young girl. She rolled off, and lay in a comatose state for a good five
minutes, before she lifted her head, and looking over the naked child�s flat
chest at Sam, she said �Fucking hell Sam, with what I just watched you do to
Amber and my time on Sophie, I think that was the best cum I ever had. How
about you?�
�I can tell
you Sylvia,� he said, glancing across at her, �that was one of the best ever. I
can�t begin to tell you how tight her throat felt on my cock. It was the best
ever. I gotta do that again soon.�
�You never
know Sam, this weekend, you�ll have fifty girls to choose from and three nights
to do it in. Now, time is getting on. We better get these two cleaned up and
into bed before Ellie gets home.�
They spent the
next half an hour washing and putting the unconscious girls into their
nightwear and tucking them into bed, followed by making sure no signs of their
nefarious activities were visible in the living area.
Ellie arrived
home about an hour later. She was obviously very tired. �Sam, could I come and
see you tomorrow first thing when I bring the girls to school? There�s
something I want to ask you, but now�s not the time.� After the usual polite
pleasantries, Sam and Sylvia made their exit.
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CHAPTER 16
Thursday
morning � more recruits
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As usual, Sam
worked through the night, performing his work duties. He wanted to make sure
everything was up to date, as he had a lot to do Thursday, loading the
equipment for the camping trip. After a couple of hours sleep, he was ready to
start by 6:30, and by 8:00 was sitting in the early morning sun, drinking
coffee, having a well earned break.
Sam saw Ellie
pull up in her old car. He had grown fond of her. He really admired folk that
despite adversity do the very best they can for themselves and those they love.
She walked over towards him, the low sun shining in her open face. She squinted
and smiled when she saw him sitting outside relaxing. She sent the girls off to
reception, where early arrivals waited together before school started.
�Hi Sam,� she
said, �I�m not interrupting am I?�
�No, not at
all Ellie,� he replied, �shall we go inside, you want a coffee?�
They went in
and while Sam made her coffee, she looked around his immaculate workshop. He
noticed her pause when she saw the scrap of paper with The Club�s original four
rules written on them, pinned to the wallboard.
�I heard you
were starting a club, Sam, that�s what I wanted to come and talk to you about.
Are you OK for time, because I wanted to chat to you for a while and ask for your
help?� he nodded. �Well giving you a little background, my husband cleared off
three months before Sophie was born. I�ve had a pretty tough life since, and I
can�t say it�s ever been easy, or that life ever gave me any breaks. But I know
I am really blessed. You see I have two of the most wonderful girls in the
world. I would do anything for them Sam, and they for me.�
�I already
realised that,� he observed, �your love for them shines around you.�
�Thank you
Sam, what a lovely thing to say. Anyway,� she continued, �I am finding my life
an increasing struggle. You kindly fixed my hot water, and I really appreciate
it, I couldn�t have paid to fix it. I went without any luxuries for a whole
month just to scrape together the cost for the girls to go on your camp. I know
it�s only three nights away in tents, but they so wanted to go, I couldn�t say
no. Sam, I don�t have any money, and to get my girls on in life, I�ve
considered doing some awful things. My friend Dolly has even said she�d point
me in the right direction if I wanted to make some easy money. I think you know
what I�m talking about. But then, she doesn�t have life easy either, even
though she sometimes even sells little Jasmine, by the time she�s paid her pimp
and police bribes, there�s precious little left, so I don�t think it would make
my life much better.�
�Well, the
reason I came to see you,� she hesitated, �well, err, I heard you were starting
this club. I heard that the objective is to get the members through college,
sponsor them all the way and tutor them and encourage them with treats and
stuff, while they are here at school. And it can give them little extras like
taking them on educational trips, all the things I can�t afford, but
desperately want for them The Club�s been given a lot of money to set it up. Is
that right?�
�Yes, Ellie
that�s right, but we take a lot of time and care selecting who can join,
otherwise we would have the whole school on board. We prioritise able girls,
who are from single parent backgrounds, who are financially struggling,
probably not achieving their capabilities.�
�You just
described my two,� she said. �In fact I couldn�t have put it better myself.�
�Well, it�s
not as simple as that�, said Sam, back pedalling, feeling a little trapped.
�The concept is the group must be able to get on together really well, and
sacrifice themselves for each other and that�s something we have to judge from
gut instinct.� Sam realised he was struggling to sound convincing here.
�Sam, do you
mind if I�m brutally frank with you?� Sam nodded. �Well I think there�s more to
it than that. I want the best for my girls, and I think you can help me. You
see, I talked to my friend Dolly last night, and she says you�re not the person
everyone thinks you are. She sees things in people others miss.� Sam recalled
her astute observation of him the previous night. �Well, I got talking to Clare
and Gloria. They live a few yards down the track from me. The four of us
mothers stick together, you know, look out for each other. Anyway their daughters,
Sandy and Mandy, have just joined The Club. I was with them when they got home
on Tuesday. Well, they were so excited, and, well to cut a long story short, I
heard a couple of things that made two and two possibly equal three, but more
probably four. I pretended to read the paper while they chatted. I didn�t hear
much, but what I heard made me understand what was going on. Your Miss. P. has
been messing around with them. Then your name came up, and The Club, and what
you�d been doing to them there and suddenly it all clicked.� Sam went to speak,
but she waved him down.
�Now I don�t
know what you did to my girls last night,� she continued, �but I couldn�t wake
them this morning, and Amber said she had a sore throat. I also noticed she had
rather distinctive bad breath this morning. Very distinctive. I�m not na�ve
Sam, I have a fair idea of what probably happened.� Sam blushed brightly and
went to speak again, but again she waved him down. �Sam, I think I have you
weighed up pretty well. You�re a nice hard working guy that everyone likes, but
you have a secret weakness for little girls. I�m not about to call the police
in Sam, because I am not condemning you. Now don�t get me wrong, Sam I don�t
agree with it, but I think you and I could come to, how shall we call it, a
little arrangement. As I said, I want the best for my girls, which I can�t
provide. I want them to excel at school, and then college, in sport and
academics. I want them to go on trips and experience the world before they grow
up, and enjoy the things I can�t afford and I think you can help me. Now, what
I would like you to do is enrol them into The Club. You�re not to tell them I
have spoken to you understand?� he nodded.
�Now Sam, I
need to know, what happens in The Club? What do they have to do? Because if you
ever hurt my girls�. well need I go on?�
Sam shook his
head. �Ellie, I really like you and your girls, and on the face of it, they
would fit in with the group perfectly. We have not had any 7 and 8 year olds in
the group yet, so I don�t know how they would take to our activities. You see,
I think you already realise what happens here, but all the girls in the group
enjoy sex in all it�s aspects.�
�Does that
include full intercourse?� she asked.
�Yes Ellie it
does, but no girl would ever be forced to do anything against her will, nor
would she have to do anything that would cause her great pain. How that applies
to a seven year old I�m not sure, but we could work something out.�
�You might
think this is strange, coming from a mother who loves her kids more than life
itself, but Sam, I am going to say this now, and it�s hard for me to say. If
you let them join, and if you promise me you will ensure they get some of the
good things in life, Like I never had, and are given every opportunity to excel
in school, take them on those educational trips and vacations, and support them
into and through college, then in return, you have my consent and blessing to
do to them what you like. But, and I mean this, you must never hurt them hear?�
�Ellie,� said
Sam, looking at the woman with a serious face, �you have my pledge I will do
nothing to them they don�t want to do and nothing that will cause them any
great pain. Can I ask you something?�
�Yeah sure,
what is it?�
�What do they
know about sex?� he asked, �Have you taught them about that stuff?�
�Well,� she
answered, �they know all the usual stuff from me that any mother would teach
them, but living next door to Jasmine, and being her friend, who does it all
the time for money, what do you think?�
�OK,� he
continued, �so I�ll assume they won�t be shocked when the time comes.�
�Sam, will you
tell me when they have their first time?� she asked. �I�d really like to know.�
He reached
over and opened his desk drawer and lifted out one of the long elegant
jewellers� boxes. He opened it and dropped the choker into the palm of her
hand. �Each girl is given one of these during their induction. When you see
them wearing one of these, then you will know.�
She smiled,
and looked up at him, �This is lovely, Sam, I have never owned anything as
nice. How much did they cost? I hope you don�t mind me asking.�
�Not at all,�
he said,� they are solid silver, with a London hallmark,
She ran her
fingers along the surface of the piece, as if caressing it, perhaps wishing she
were eight years old with the opportunity her daughters now had.
�Sam, I am
trusting you,� she looked at him again, �please don�t let me down.�
�Ellie, I
promised, OK? Oh one more thing, if you want, they can come to a meeting
tonight. They won�t have to do anything, just watch. At the moment we just meet
for an hour at 5:30. The plan is that later, when we have the accommodation
sorted out, they will be able to do their homework here.� As Ellie left, she
placed her hand on Sam�s forearm, reached�
up and kissed him on the lips. �Look after my girls, Sam, that�s the
deal.�
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CHAPTER 17
Thursday
morning � Jasmine earns a camping trip.
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Sam spent a
couple of hours loading up the large trailer he used for the trips, with the
equipment, food, stores, and a hundred and one other things needed for the
camping trip. While he was doing this various people came and greeted him. It
would appear following the meeting with Morgan the previous day, every one
wanted to know him.
Marjorie came
by, �Hi Sam, how you getting on? Looks like you�re on top of the job.� He
smiled and nodded. �Oh, I had a call from Wendy Smith�s mother. She�s gone down
with the flu, can�t make the trip. She said to tell you that as it was short
notice, she wouldn�t expect a refund.�
�Thanks for
letting me know Marj.,� he said, �wasn�t she one of
the 3rd graders?�
�Yes that�s
the one, Sam. Have you any on the waiting list in that age group?�
�I�ll look in
a minute, when I get done here. I�ll see you later.�
Sam knew
exactly who would like to go in that age group. In a few minutes, the kids
would be out for their morning break. He noticed it was getting hotter. It
reminded him, he needed extra dinking water.
When the
children came out, he spotted Jasmine, playing with a small group the other
side of the yard. He caught her eye, and waved her over. She skipped across
with her usual toothy smile.
�Hi Sam, watcha doin�? Did you wan� me?�
�I�m getting
everything ready for the camping trip.� He watched as her face dropped in
disappointment. �Did you still want to go?�
She nodded,
�But my mum can�t afford it an� so I can�t.�
�What if I
could make a place for you, Jasmine, what then? And, if I paid for you to go,
would you be able to?�
She looked at
him, with hope in her open face. �Yeah, but that won�t happen. You�re full, an�
why should you anyway?�
Sam leaned
down to whisper in her ear, �I tell you what Jasmine, if you come inside right
now and let me fuck you hard, you can go on the trip, what do you think?�
She looked up
at him and smiled. No shock in her face, this was everyday business to her.
�Sure, Sam, no problem.�
Sam ducked
behind the trailer, up the alley and in through the back door, the little black
girl following him in. He locked the door and led her upstairs, and before he
even turned, she was dropping her black and red tartan pleated skirt onto a
chair. She had her blouse off in a moment and kicked off her shoes. Sam pulled
off his sweaty T-shirt, grateful to be in, out of the morning heat. He pushed
his sweatpants down, taking his boxers with them, and laid on the bed.
�Do you have a
special way you like to fuck, Jasmine?�
�Yeah,� she
said, �I can do it any way you like. My mum shown me lots of stuff. You can
even do it in my butt if you like, but sometimes it hurts a bit. I have a
special way though that she says I can only do while I�m small, wanna try it?�
�OK, Jasmine,
as long as you can get all of my cock into you, you can go camping. What do I
do?� Sam was really excited at this turn of events. His erection hard and
rigid.
The girl
looked at his hard cock, standing like a bar. She put a finger on the tip and
another at the base, as if measuring it. She frowned and then smiled. �I�ll try
mister. Lie down with lots of pillows under your head and shoulders.� Sam
obliged. �That�s right, now move your feet towards you, lift you� knees up and
apart a little.�
Jasmine
climbed up, and sat her little naked bottom on Sam�s knees, her feet either
side of his hips. She slid down a few inches, now squatting, but still leaning
back on his knees. She reached down, and putting her hands behind her thighs,
used her finger tips to peel open her pussy. Her cunt flowered open. Her light
pink vagina was such a stark contrast to her otherwise dark brown skin.
�Wanna see one of my tricks Mister?� Without waiting for his
reply, she pushed both of her index fingers all the way into her passage as
easy as if she were sucking them into her mouth. When they were fully in, she
gently but firmly pulled them apart, opening a gap which kept getting wider.
Sam could see two or three inches into her, possibly more. He was entranced.
Deep inside her, he could see her passage, waiting for him to fuck it. He
couldn�t wait any longer.
�That�s
stunning, Jasmine,� he said, breathlessly.�
�Now what�s your special way of doing it?�
Jasmine
extracted her fingers, and offered them to him to suck, which he enjoyed
briefly doing. She had a tangy taste, slightly stronger than he�d expected,
like an older girl might have had. She reached behind her and placed her hands
on the top of his knees, and took her weight on them, lifting her feet out
horizontally to the side, doing the splits in a way only little girls can. He
realised she was stronger than she looked to do this, although some of her
weight was being taken on the slope of his thighs.
�OK, Mister,
now point your thing into my hole.�
Sam grasped
his cock, and positioned it as instructed. Her pussy was still about an inch
above his tip. She lowered herself, until she was just nestled on him. She
wriggled her hips and lowered herself further. Sam felt his cock pop into her
entry.
�Ready,
Mister?� she asked. And without waiting for an answer, she let go of his knees,
and dropped the six and a half inches, landing with a slap on his pubis.
Sam didn�t
know how it was possible for a 3rd grader to sit on his cock with all her
weight, and take him entirely into her.
�Now put your
knees down, Mister,� she instructed. He slid his feet down, removing the last
of the support holding her up. Her legs and feet were still splayed out
sideways, only her pussy taking her weight, impaled on him.
Jasmine then
started to wiggle around. She moved her forearms and shoulders in a contra
motion one going backwards as the other came forwards, like a boxer doing exercises.
The effect was her upper body started to twist her hips and torso in short
rotations around his cock.
Sam could feel
his cock being twisted around inside her, his crown being massaged in a way
he�d never experienced, ever. How she got him so deep into her he neither knew
nor cared. He was in more than balls deep. Never in his life, with any woman,
had he been this deep. He wasn�t going to last long, and quickly felt his
tingling stirring feeling from deep down, coming up in a rush, he suddenly blasted
deep inside the third grader. His second pulse, always the big one made her
smile at him, �I felt that.� On he pulsed, pulsed, pulsed. The ecstatic feeling
continuing longer than he expected. Finally he was sated, the mini pulses he
always enjoyed finally slowing to a stop, and took a long deep breath.
�Did you enjoy
that Mister? can I go on camp now? Oh, you can�t tell my mum what you did,
she�ll want the money and I want to go to camp, so we have to keep it secret.�
Sam had no intention of telling anyone about this wonderful fuck. He smiled at
her, nodding his agreement.
�I like you,�
she said, �I don�t mind the lady, but the other teacher hurts me. I don�t like
him, but my mum makes me. She needs the money. I don�t do history, so he
doesn�t teach me.��
Sam knew
immediately who she was talking about. His name was William Mouseon,
which fitted him well, as he had a rodent like face with pointed features. He
knew he would have to sort the man out if he was hurting the kid. He wondered
who the woman was.
�Have you got
your mum�s phone number, Jasmine,� he asked, �I�ll call her and tell her you�re
on camp.�
He put his
hands under her armpits, and lifted her off his wilting cock, feeling the
suction as it pulled out, making a �plop� sound, followed by a lap full of cum.
They quickly cleaned up, dressed, and went back downstairs. Break would be over
soon. Sam handed her a sheet of paper. It was the permission form for the camp,
and told her to bring it back, signed, in the morning.
He phoned
Dolly and explained they had an eight year old cancel from the trip and that
the people didn�t expect the money refunded, and would Jasmine like to go.
There would be no cost. She agreed.
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CHAPTER 18
Thursday
afternoon � The Gymnasts� first lesson
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Sam had a lot
to get through, and although he worked methodically, the time ticked by.
He called in
at the bank, returned the mandate forms, and picked up a fat envelope
containing documents he�d requested. He called in to see Jane, who helped him
out to his truck with several large boxes of merchandise items he�d ordered. By
the time he got back to the school, lunch was over. He grabbed a sandwich and
sat outside in the sun. He realised it was going to be seriously hot this
weekend.
Sylvia came
by. �You didn�t make lunch Sam,� she asked.� Everything OK?�
�Yeah, not
enough hours in the day,� he answered, �but I think I�m on top of it now. By
the way, I�ve a bit of news for you.�
�Your news
never fails to amaze me, Sam,� she said, with a raised eyebrow, �what is it
this time?�
�Well you know
those two nice girlies that kindly went to sleep on us last night, and we did
naughty things to? You remember how nice their little tight bodies were to do
things with and you remember how we took full advantage of them?� He smiled at
Sylvia�s puzzled expression. �Well their mother came round this morning, and
asked if they could join The Club, and in return we could fuck them when ever
we felt like it. Well, those weren�t her exact words, but that�s the gist of
it!�
�You can�t be
serious Sam, really? A seven and eight year old willingly in The Club? And a
mother who wants us to do our thing to them?�
�It�s a little
complicated,� he explained, �their mum doesn�t want them to know that she gave
her permission for us to fuck them, but wants them to join. I can�t explain
now, too much to do, I�ll tell you over the weekend. We�ve got the meeting
tonight to think about and the mothers coming afterwards. Hannah�s induction as
well.�
�Yes,� she
replied, �and don�t forget you�ve got Sandy and Mandy coming round for their
first lesson in ten minutes.� She paused, looking at his expression. �Ah, I
thought you�d forgotten. How could you forget you�re going to fuck two of the
most beautiful 4th graders ever created? Honestly Sam, what am I going to do
with you?�
�There we go
again, nag, nag, nag. When are you going to do this, when are you going to do
that, when are you going to get round to fucking those nine year olds?� They
both burst into a fit of laughter. It was a worn joke, but it bound them
together.
�Could you do
me a favour,� he asked, �could you talk to Sophie and Amber and invite them
into The Club? Then I think we ought to ask one of the other girls, someone
like Sally, to take them to one side, and explain what happens. We don�t want
them running off screaming half way through the meeting.� Sylvia agreed she�d
speak to them all, and went off to run her next swimming class.
�Have fun,�
she called over her shoulder, �don�t do anything I wouldn�t.� He was becoming
very fond of Sylvia.
The girls
arrived a few minutes early and let themselves into the workshop. Sandy locked
the door behind them and they traipsed up the stairs. Each of them was wearing
their worn old leotards, given the �Sam treatment� and were carrying their
small mauve kit bags, containing their day clothes. Sam heard them chatting as
they excitedly came up the stairs. As they stood in the doorway clutching their
hands in front of their tummies, they were the image of nine year old innocent
loveliness. Faces framed with their long blond hair, which hung down to their
waists, their round faces radiant with the expectation of what was to follow.
�Come in,
girls,� beckoned Sam �we were just thinking what you would like to do in these
classes. Do you just want to enjoy yourselves, or learn lots of different ways
to fuck?�
�I don�t
know,� answered Sandy, �I suppose if we enjoy ourselves, we�ll get good at it
and want to try other ways. Neither of us has done this before, so we want you
to show us everything.�
They came over
to the bed, where Sam had sat down, one either side of him. He wanted them to
relax, so cuddled them around their firm waists. They both put their arms
around his neck, and kissed his cheeks. They were more relaxed than he
expected. He lowered his hands, and found the globes of their bottoms to be so
firm to his touch. Their costumes at least a size too small were pulled up into
their cracks, and as his hands moved on, they slipped under the edge of their
leg elastic and under the fabric.
His fingers
slid along the crease, where their thighs meet their bottoms, and as they
slowly moved towards the centre, Sam became aware they both moved their legs
apart, accommodating him with space to explore. Neither were wearing panties,
and quickly he was running his fingers over the gorgeous valley between their
legs, hiding deep treasure.
�Could you
both lift your foot onto the bed,� he asked, �that�s lovely.� As they made this
small adjustment, their clefts opened up and he could now feel the dampness of
arousal as his fingers passed over their vaginas. He moved his fingers forward
through their pleasure valleys, finding their clits poking stiffly from their
hoods. He rubbed them gently for a moment, encouraging their arousal, which he
became more aware of as they started to move their hips a little forward and
back, in response to his stimulation on them.
Moving his
fingers further back, he felt the entrance to their vaginas again and dipped in
a little. Their arousal, indicated by the increase in the dampness flowing onto
his fingers, suggested to Sam they were nearly ready for their first lesson. He
just needed to know one more thing. He pressed into them further, his fingers
now easily sliding into their entries. A little caressing, and they pushed
against him. His fingers slipped in yet further, and just then he felt the
barriers of their hymens. Both were intact virgins.
�Let�s get undressed,�
he suggested, �shall we?�
In five
seconds, all three were naked. �I think, to show you different ways, one of you
can have me on top. It used to be called the �Missionary Position�, and the
other I will take from behind, doggy style. Who wants to be first?� The girls
looked at each other, and shrugged. �Shall I toss a coin,� asked Sam, �that�s
fair?�
Sam found a
coin on his bedside locker, flipped it and Sandy called �heads�.
�Heads it is,
come and lay down in the middle of the bed, Sandy. Now I can�t go all the way,
you understand, otherwise I won�t be able to give Mandy her lesson.� The girls
again looked at each other, and putting their hands to their mouths, giggled in
understanding.
Sandy lay as
instructed, and Sam placed a pillow under her bottom, to lift her a little. He
paused again to just look at her loveliness. She was just gorgeous. She was
just so attractive and desirable, that he hoped he could hold back and not cum
in her. He kneeled between her spread legs, and shuffled up the bed to allow
his bar tight cock to just touch her pudenda. Keeping in this position, he held
his cock, and started to masturbate the child with his crown, spreading his
pre-cum up and down her tightly closed cleft.
�Try moving
your legs wide apart, Sandy,� he suggested, �You will open up more, I think.�
She did as he
asked, and being the gymnast she was, could spread her legs straight out and
immediately her whole cleft folded open, and flattened out, as her skin was
stretched between her thighs. Her Rosebud and vagina became dips on the flat
surface of her skin, her urethra and clit bumps. Her mound stood firmly proud,
like a half grapefruit. He pressed his cock to her vagina and applied a little
pressure. He paused, and applied a little more. He suddenly felt his crown
pushing through his foreskin, and nestled into the cavity of her entry, taking
a large amount of pre-cum with it. He pressed again, and felt his crown sliding
through her tight ring, feeling the pressure ease immediately. Wanting her to enjoy
every moment of her first time, he used his fingers to stimulate her clitty,
whilst at the same time, pressed forward and back with his cock. While he did
this, he was aware of Mandy being just behind his shoulder, watching closely
everything that happened.
Sandy lay
there, feeling the most exquisite sensations passing through her body. She had
been told about fucking many years ago, and hadn�t believed just how good she
had been told it could feel. As she lay there, she realised that Sam was trying
to make her first time really special, and allow her to gain as much pleasure
from it as he could. She loved him for it. He pressed and stimulated, raising
her need and desire. The itch deep down inside her wanted more. She wanted
more. She made a decision and suddenly jerked her hips forward. He was forced
into her, busting her cherry, which stung for a moment, but suddenly he was
half inside her. Oh, his cock felt sooo good there.
She pressed her fingers to her mound, just over where she felt him to be.
Sam paused for
a moment, realising she might be in pain. Looking at her angelic face though,
he knew he could carry on immediately. She looked so beautiful to him. She lay
looking up at him with those lovely deep blue eyes, her rounded face framed in
glittering blond hair, which flowed both down her flat chest and down the bed
alongside her. And to cap it all as he looked down, his cock impaled the
smoothest loveliest hairless cunt he had ever set eyes on, and he had now seen
a few. She was gorgeous. He pressed in and pulled out, pressed in and pulled
out, going deeper each time. Looking down at his cock, he could see the pink
smear of her virginal blood on his shaft as he penetrated deeper and deeper
into the nine year old.
�Are you OK,
Sandy,� he kindly asked �am I doing it right for you?�
�Sam, it�s the
nicest thing I ever felt in my life. Please just carry on doing what you�re
doing.�
Sam finally
felt her cervix pushing back against his crown. He was about five inches in,
which he thought was deep for a 4th grader, but after his experience with
Jasmine, he decided he knew nothing. He stopped, looked her in her beautiful
blue eyes and asked, �Ready to fuck?� She nodded.
He pulled out
and pressed back in, then pulling almost all the way out and pressing fully
into her tight, tight, oh so tight vagina, he built up pace. He wanted her to
cum, but had to hold back himself. He moved quicker, increasing the rhythm. He
stimulated her clitty again. Suddenly he noticed a change.
Sandy was
lying in a dream world. Everything she hoped sex would be, was exceeded by the
overwhelming feelings she was having, as this wonderful, kind, considerate man
fucked her, trying to make her feel even better. Her itch deep inside her was
certainly satisfied, but she demanded more. His pace increased. She suddenly
felt tingling sensations flowing through the whole of her lower body. She was
going to cum, and she knew it would be a monster.
Mandy, sitting
on the edge of the bed watched her very bestest
friend becoming overwhelmed by the feelings she knew she was experiencing. She
looked down where Sam�s cock entered her body. She couldn�t believe someone her
age could take something so big into her. She wondered if she could herself. It
didn�t matter. In a minute, she would find out. She was so aroused, she had
soaked the bed sheet she was sitting on.
Suddenly,
Sandy cried out in the intensity of her climax. Sam went into a steady pace,
trying to make the little nine year old�s climax last as long as possible, but
after a few minutes, her legs swung inwards, and the tension went out of her,
Sam�s signal to stop. He paused for a minute, but suddenly feeling cramp in his
calves, had to ease out and lay beside the panting girl, holding her to him in
a warm embrace, while she slowly returned to reality.
Sam glanced at
the clock. Twenty minutes had passed. No time to lose. He thought it best
though to wait a moment before the girls changed over.
�I�ve been
thinking,� he said, �when you have your induction, we ought to make it special.
Something to do with your gymnastics. I�ve got an idea, which we can talk about
while we�re on the camping trip. We�ll really show the other Club members what
you two can do.� They were surprisingly excited at the idea.
Sandy moved
out of the way. She felt wonderful, and loved Sam for making it so special for
her. She sat in the same spot Mandy had occupied a moment ago. She felt the
damp spot beneath her, left by Mandy�s arousal, and smiled, before slipping a
face towel under her, so she didn�t soil his bedclothes with blood.
Placing a
small pile of pillows in the middle of the bed, Sam indicated Mandy to fold
herself over the top of them. He suggested she place her knees well apart,
while he knelt between them. He slid his fingers down the inside of her thighs,
and was rewarded with the feel of dampness all over her. Her labia lips were
inflamed with arousal, and her clit was firm to his touch. She was ready to go.
Sam grabbed his still wet and sticky cock, oozing more pre-cum and positioned
it into her vaginal recess. As he pressed lightly and carefully into her, he
was amazed that she dilated and he slipped in further than he expected. He
eased off, and pressed again, not hard, and felt his cock slip through her
tight ring of muscle at her entry. Again he eased back and pushed, feeling her
take him into her embrace, bumping into her barrier.
Sam pulled
back and pressed forward several times, building his rhythm, bumping her hymen
each time. She started to breath deeper. Time to go, and Sam gave a harder deeper
thrust, feeling her obstruction tear and part, allowing him entry.
Mandy winced
at the stab of pain, but it was forgotten in the wave of overpowering
sensations, as she felt the walls of her vaginal passage parting, peeling open,
as his lovely, lovely cock slipped deeper and deeper into her, arousing more
sensations deep inside her of ecstatic pleasure. Tight, he was so tight in her.
She knew he wasn�t as thick as other men she�d seen on the internet, but he
felt really thick to her and he was long and had really filled her right up. It
was wonderful. Suddenly he hit bottom. He nudged her cervix and her beautiful
muscular rounded globes, as his pubis pressed against her bottom. Mandy simply
had never felt anything quite so wonderful in her short life. She knew she
would cum in seconds. She wanted to enjoy this. It was the nicest feeling she
had ever felt, and it was getting better every moment. She knew it would be
sensational.
Sam couldn�t
believe how, at the same time, this girl was so tight it was almost painful,
and yet he had penetrated her almost in one go. No time to debate it, he pulled
almost all the way out, and slid back fully. He repeated it slightly faster,
and as he moved in and out of her, his pace quickened. After a short time, his
cock was almost popping out of her, before slamming all the way back. His
thighs, as they came into contact with the back of hers, started to make a
slapping noise. As the pace increased, so the slapping noise got louder. His
balls now swinging into her clitty and mound.
Sam couldn�t
believe just how good these two girls felt. His cock had never had such
exquisite, tight, wonderful sensations of utter bliss taking him higher and
higher. He was fucking the second of the two most beautiful girls he had ever
seen; they were gorgeous. He knew at that moment if he could only have two
girls from The Club to fuck, it would be these two. Suddenly he realised he
wasn�t going to be able to hold back much longer.
Mandy started
to feel an overwhelming sensation starting at her knees, rapidly moving to the
focal point of her pleasure, somewhere in her lower tummy. It became more and
more intense, and suddenly she came in a torrent of blinding coloured lights
behind her eyelids. Her fit, tight leg muscles turned to jelly. She felt
ripples of ecstasy flow through her as her orgasm overwhelmed her every sense.
She thought it couldn�t get better, but then she felt Sam�s cock throbbing deep
inside her. She could feel his sperm filled semen washing her insides and as he
pulsed and pulsed, she felt her own orgasm increase to a new crescendo. This
was just soooo goooooood.
She was a sex addict already. She didn�t want it to end. But end it must, and
soon did.
Mandy
collapsed onto the bed, squashing the pillows beneath her, with Sam�s full
weight pressing down on her bottom, his cock still impaled in her. She lay
still for a minute, the final pulses of his climax fading gradually. She felt
his cock start to shrink, as it withered inside her, slowly slipping out of
her. She was aware when he lifted himself off from her and after a few moments,
he washed her private place with his face cloth, taking his semen, now leaking
from her pussy, tinged pink from her virginal bleed. She neither cared nor
moved, her legs splayed apart in a salacious position. She had felt pleasure
never before experienced, and she was in no hurry to end it.
After about
five minutes, Sam roused them, and got them to dress. They needed to be in
their next class soon.
�Well girls,�
he kindly asked with a broad smile, �how do you think your first lesson went
then?�
Sandy answered
for them both, �I think I have a lot more to learn, Sam, can we have a lesson
every day?�
�I�m not sure
about every day,� he chuckled, �but I think, like your gymnastics, it�s
important you get in as much practice as possible. The first thing we�ll
practice is your induction demonstration.� They were mystified by what he
meant, but would find out soon enough.
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CHAPTER 19
Thursday late
afternoon � The second Meeting
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Sam completed
the packing and preparations for the following day�s trip. The trailer was
stuffed, and ready to be hooked up behind the small school bus. It had been
necessary to hire another bus for the large numbers going, and he checked with
the bus company that they were primed and ready for the early morning
departure. The heat had increased all day, the sweat poured from him, doing
jobs he usually coped with easily.
He finally sat
in the shade with a cool drink, as the children left to go home. Many, who were
on the trip called over to him �See you in the morning, Sam.� Quite apart from
his p�dophilia, he genuinely loved kids. But then he
smiled to himself, that�s what the word meant anyway.
Sam had made a
couple of calls during the day, and spoke to some builders who had worked in
the maintenance of the school previously. They had sent a man out to survey the
accommodation he wanted to convert for the clubroom. They were really short on
work, and quoted him an excellent price, and he gave them the go-ahead to
commence, which they intended to do on Monday. He explained he would be away
until late Monday, so they agreed to start on re-installing the exterior stair
access to the rooms, which would be located at the far end of the passageway
outside his workshop. He called Marjorie to let them know what would be
happening.
At 5:30, a tap
on the door announced the start of the meeting. The girls filed up the stairs,
and were followed a minute later by Miss. P., who locked the door. Sam had just
got out of the shower, and was wrapped in a towel. The girls smiled when they
saw it tented out at the front. They all sat down, and Sam introduced the two new
members, Sophie and Amber. They looked a little bemused, but Sally had given
them a briefing as to what The Club was about and what to expect tonight, and
they soon settled in.
�News for
today,� explained Sam, �building work starts on Monday on the new club house
renovations. I�m hoping we will be able to move in there in a couple of weeks.
Which brings me onto the next point, when it�s complete, I want everyone to do
their homework in the clubroom. Also, I expect the older girls to help the
younger ones, OK?�
�Who will help
us,� asked Vera, we�re the oldest?�
�Miss. P. and
I will, Vera. That�s a central point to The Club, you see. I expect each and
every one of you to get top grades. In fact, if you don�t get top grades, I
will be very disappointed in you, and I may even have to re-think the Paris
trip.� Looks of concern spread around the room. �I mean it,� he continued, �If
you are going to college, I expect you to get into one of the top colleges.
And, if you are to do that, you have to get top grades. Do you still want to be
in The Club?� The girls all looked at him, realised he was in earnest, but had
a smile.
�As I say, we
will help you, but you all help each other too. All for one, one for all. That
brings me on to a request about the camping trip. We have girls of all ages
here. I expect you all to look out for each other. If Sophie struggles with the
walk, then give her a hand. If Vera can�t climb an obstacle in the Obstacle
Race competition on Sunday, then I expect the others to be there for her. If
Sandy can�t put her tent up, �.you get the idea.�
�Now, we have
some goodies again today!� Sam tipped the contents of three huge boxes onto the
bed. There was a large amount of mainly sports gear arrayed. New swimming
costumes, all in Club Colours of the shades of blue, Club T-shirts, with
matching blue shorts, tiny pale blue elasticated terry shorts, trainers in
every size, baseball caps, beach towels, socks, in fact almost everything they
might want over the weekend and when playing sport. He indicated another box by
the door, and moving to it, pulled out a child�s rucksack from inside, again in
Club colours. Everything was decorated with The Club logo.
�Sort out what
you want to take. If you need any more, just help yourself. Oh and girls,� they
looked expectantly at him, �I rather like the pale blue terry shorts, I bought
enough for you to each have several pairs to take with you.� They smiled
knowingly at one another.
�Who would
like to make the first wish tonight? I know, to make it different, as you tell
us your wish, you can get undressed. As Lizzie went first yesterday, she can be
last today, which means it�s Sally�s turn.�
Sally stood,
and looked at Sam, and having had a life of austerity, found it difficult to
ask, but eventually, when she had already kicked off her shoes and socks, and
was unbuttoning her blouse, she found the words. �Sam, I want to learn music.
Would you buy me a piano, and keep it here in our common room? We wouldn�t have
the space at home.�
She was just
slipping off her panties as she stood to look at Sam, who replied, �That�s the
nicest wish you could have asked for Sally. It would be my delight to get you a
piano� Sally beamed. Her life�s ambition to own a piano had been answered. She
had forgotten she was naked and being watched closely by two adults and eight
other children. She walked across the room and gave Sam a long hug. As he
hugged her, Sam naturally cupped her globular bum, not in a sexual way, but in
affection.
They now all
looked over at Hannah, who was next. She stood up and slowly started to
unbutton her blouse. She tried to be as sexy as she could, but it looked a bit
stiff. Sam said they needed a little music, and almost immediately, Vicky
produced her new IPad Pro from her bag, and pressed a
couple of buttons, and some modern music alien to Sam filled the air. It
sounded a bit tinny, and Sam made a mental note to find his blue tooth music
station. But the effect it had was immediate.
Hannah now
moved with the rhythm, and slipped her tartan skirt off, followed by her shoes
and socks. Finally, looking around her, she placed her thumbs inside her red
panties and slid them down, before standing up with her arms outstretched, red
panties, swinging from the end of one of her fingers, and said, �Tadaa.� Everyone laughed. She moved over to the scales,
still where they had been left the previous day, and stepping on them, Miss. P.
recorded her weight and announced she had gained one and a half pounds. She
still looked terribly thin though.
Hannah looked
around the room, and said, �My wish tonight is to be inducted. I want to do it
just the same way as Lizzie, yesterday, but then, at the end, I want to do
something different. I will show you when the time comes or cums.� She giggled
at her little joke and sat down.
Vicky and Vera
got up like a double act. They had little finesse at present, as they were
still so heavy and frumpish. What was apparent though was they looked happier
than before, and had a spring in their step.
�We talked
about this,� said Vicky, �and we both know we will need new clothes when we
lose all that weight. So both of us wish for new clothes that are trendy and
smart and suit thin girls.� Everyone laughed, but not in an unkind way. Just at
that point, the two pairs of huge panties dropped to the floor. They stepped
one after the other onto the scales.
�Vicky has
lost two pounds, and Vera one and a half,� announced Miss. P. �I have worked
out your diet sheets, you two, and an exercise regime. It isn�t too tough, but
you will lose weight. Sam and I will help you with the exercises, OK?�
�Who�s next,
is it you Sandy?� asked Sam, �or Mandy�
Sandy stood
up, and said, �Sam, I had such a lovely time today, you know, with my extra
tuition, but then I realised something.� She looked embarrassed. �Mandy and I
have talked about this, and she agrees with me.� Sandy glanced at her and Mandy
nodded.
�What is it
Sandy?� asked Sam, looking concerned.
�Well, I
realise you and Miss. P. are really nice. I haven�t had a lot of love in my
life, only from my mum. And even though we�ve only known you a short time,
you�ve loved us, all of us.� She cast her eyes around the room. There were
several nods. Sandy continued stripping off.�
�Yes,� said
Sam, �go on.�
�Well, we both
want to do well in gymnastics, and we appreciate you getting us into the school
team and everything, but,� she again looked at Mandy, who again nodded, �we
feel we don�t want to have to do things to our instructors to get in the State
team. We don�t want to let them do, you know, stuff to us, Sam, we�ve realised
our bodies belong to us, not some coach we don�t even like, we just want you.
Can you make that happen?�
�That�s a
tough one
�Finally, Sam invited the two new members to
stand. The ginger headed sisters looked a little nervous, as they looked around
the room.
�OK,� said
Sam, �Amber and Sophie, what would you like to wish for?�
�Well Sam, I
can�t talk very well today, I seem to have a sore throat,� Amber said hoarsely,
as she started to unbutton her little blouse,�
�I love my Mummy very much, and she would do anything for us, but she
doesn�t have any money. She�s never been anywhere, could you let her have a
vacation?� Amber�s blouse dropped to the floor, she turned towards Sam, and
pulling her elbow and shoulders back, pushed her completely flat chest out at
him. Obviously Sally had put her up to it. He smiled. She unbuckled her skirt
clasp, as she tried to move to the music, finally pushing her little white with
pink elephant panties down. Sam was hypnotised at seeing her prominent mound
again, pushing out from her little belly. She somehow looked different,
standing, perhaps just more sexy.
Sam motioned
her to come and stand in front of him. He took a small flash light off the
shelf and switched it on. He told her to open her mouth wide so he could look
down her throat. With his other hand he cupped her little bottom and drew her
closer. She had to straddle his outstretched legs. �You look sore, Amber,� he
said, �but I don�t think it�s a virus. Probably something just got stuck in
your throat.� He heard Sylvia snort the other side of the room. �I�m sure you
can still come on camp.� As he was looking into her mouth, he remembered every
detail of exactly how she got her sore throat. His cock twitched. He was almost
unconscious of the fact that he was now cupping her open pussy, as he put the
flash light back on the shelf. He looked at his hand and was surprised to see
it was damp. She was as aroused as he.
Little Sophie
hadn�t moved while her sister talked. She swayed her hips back and forth as
little girls tend to do when embarrassed.
�Would you
like your big sister to help you?� asked Miss. P. The little girl nodded.
They all
watched, as Amber quickly stripped off her sister�s school uniform. Finally,
she tugged down her little panties, which were blue with a series of Mickey
Mouse cartoons printed on them.
One thing Sam
loved about very young girls was the way when they stood, their bottoms seemed
to stick out as far as their bellies. He also thought that the younger a girl
was, the more prominent her mound seemed to be and this girl was no exception.
Her crack, which divided one of the most prominent mounds he had ever seen,
seemed to extend half way to her little belly button.
�Amber and
Sophie,� asked Miss. P. �have you two learnt how to play with yourselves yet,
you know down there?� The two shook their heads. �When Hannah is inducted,
would you like me to teach you?� The girls smiled and nodded. The worry of what
to do receded. The girls sat down either side of their Miss. P.
Lizzie put her
hand up, and said, �Sam, I know it�s my turn to make a wish, but I can�t think
of anything yet. Can I save my wish for another day? You know like, if I need
something special I can ask. It�s just that I don�t need anything.� Sam had a
pack of cards on the shelf, pulled out one of the jokers and handed it to her
he said, �Here you are Lizzie, whenever you want to make your wish, just hand
me the card back.� Sam didn�t know just how soon she would need to play that
joker.
�Shall we
induct Hannah now?� asked Sam, �time is getting on.�
�What do you
and Miss. P. want to wish for Sam?� asked Vicky.
Sam looked
across at Sylvia, who nodded and said, �I would like to introduce Sophie and
Amber to the fun of what we do here. I will start when Sam does with Hannah.
�What about
you, Sam? What do you want?�
Sam thought
about it for a moment, before saying, �When we go on camp, I would love it if
when everyone else in camp is asleep, as many of you come into my tent to sleep
with me as possible. And while you�re sleeping, I want to really get to know
you. Every little bit of you.�
The girls all
giggled to each other, nodding. They knew what he wanted to do to them alright.
Hannah had
moved over to the bed, and asked Sam if he would lie down in the centre, with
his head and shoulders propped up on some pillows. She asked everyone else to
line the wall, as they had done for Lizzie the previous day. This time, though
there were two more to squeeze in, so Miss. P. pulled an armchair to the
bedside, and sitting in it invited the two newcomers to sit side by side on her
lap. Hannah deftly climbed over Sam, and straddled� him. She needed no foreplay. She had been wet
all day in anticipation of her second fuck from Sam. She remembered how full he
had felt inside her on Tuesday. She hadn�t realised just how wonderful sex was,
until he had liberated her from her self imposed sexual and anorexic prison.
She had felt hungry ever since. Hungry for food and hungry for another
sensational fuck.
Hannah
squatted on her feet, her pussy over Sam�s pubis. Reaching down, she lifted his
cock, and rested herself on it�s end. As she moved a little forward and back,
she felt him settle into her. His foreskin pulled back slightly, releasing a
huge amount of pre-cum that had been trapped there. She was now so wet with her
own arousal and his slippery fluid, she felt him start to slide into her
without a lot of pressure. His crown suddenly popped through into her, and
filled her entry with a tight, but welcome sensation. She now started to move
again, forward, back, and ever so slightly down, down, down. She felt her
vagina walls peeling open as his wonderful cock sank deeper into her. She
bottomed out earlier than she expected, and again felt that wonderful
sensation, as his crown pressed into that itch deep inside her, satisfying a
demand, which suddenly demanded more.
Hannah paused
for a moment. She looked around at her new friends. They were her family now.
She was glad they were here. They too were enjoying her pleasure in their own
masturbation. Hannah still squatting on her feet, lifted up, almost pulling
herself off Sam�s six and a half inches, before dropping down again, up and
down. She had pressed her hands to her lower belly, and as Sam entered and
withdrew from her, she could feel his cock under her fingers. She indicated
everyone to look at her belly, as she removed her hands, lifting and falling,
lifting and falling.
There was a
gasp around the room, as they all watched the ridge moving up and down her
tummy, as Sam�s cock pushed her thin skin up as it passed just beneath. This
was so sexy. Hannah knew she would cum before long. She could feel the
sensations deep down inside her building, demanding. Then it got even better.
�Are you
ready, Sam?� she asked, �I want to do something special for my induction.�� She stopped moving up and down.
Sam had no
idea what she was about to do.
Hannah put her
hands out behind her, and rested them on Sam�s knees. As she did so, she leaned
back, her light weight now resting on his pubis. Sam�s cock head pressed
upwards. Hannah�s tummy suddenly bulged upwards just beneath her tummy button.
Sam was transfixed. This was just so erotic, seeing this beautiful eleven year
old inflate herself using his cock. She leaned further and further back, until
her shoulders rested on his shins.� She
moved her legs either side of his chest. They were both lying down, Hannah on
top, impaled on Sam�s massive erection, which now pushed her tummy up like a
tent pole. The centre of the bump was at least two inches higher than usual.
Hannah brought
her hands back to her tummy, and started to stroke Sam�s cock through her thin
skin.
�Sam, would
you do something for me?� she asked him. �Would you play with me?�
Sam reached
down, and started to masturbate Hannah�s red, aroused and hardened clitoris,
while Hannah pressed her fingers against the underside of his crown, through
the skin of her belly. God this was just so arousing, so erotic.
Hannah felt
her tingles arrive without warning. One moment she was lucid, the next her
world cascaded into multiple waterfalls of blinding colours and sensations
throughout her whole body, as her climax slammed in with a force she had never
experienced before. She was unaware she was leaping around on top of Sam, and
three of her friends had to put out their hands to stop her falling off him.
She was only aware of the pleasure coursing through her, wanting it to never
end.
Sam couldn�t
believe how� incredibly sexy this was.
This inexperienced 4th grader was showing him something he couldn�t have ever
imagined in a hundred years. He wouldn�t last, and before he knew it, his own
orgasm crashed in. But the erotic show wasn�t over, for not only did her tummy
lift with each thrust of his cock from below, but also as he ejaculated into
her, they all saw a fluttering of her skin, as it lifted slightly, as his semen
spurted up inside her. Each pulse it lifted just enough to notice. So sexy,
Everyone of them were mesmerised by what they saw and masturbating themselves.
All too soon
they calmed, Hannah still lying on Sam�s pubis, thighs and legs. And, as they
all watched, the tent that was Hannah�s tummy started to deflate, as his cock
slowly withered inside her. Sam sat up, and reached out to Hannah, who did
likewise, and cuddled her to his chest in a warm embrace, his softening cock
still inside her.
�Thank you, my
darling,� he whispered in her ear. �That was the best fuck I�ve ever had.�
She blushed
slightly. It was the nicest thing he could have said to her. Sam reached to his
bedside locker, opened the drawer, and took out the long box inside. He flipped
it open, and taking out the choker necklace, placed it around her neck and
clipped it� shut.
�Welcome to
The Choices Club, Hannah,� he said. Everyone applauded. Finally Sam reached out
and lifted the feather-light girl up and off his cock, hearing the sucking
sound from her cunt as he did so.
Everyone was
about to tidy up, when Hannah put her hand up. �There is one more thing I would
like to say,� Hannah stated, looking around the room, �As it is my induction,
Like Lizzie did yesterday, I would like to pledge to you all, I will always
follow all five of The Club rules. Also, Sam, thank you for making my induction
so very special. I will treasure the memory all my life. And thank you for my
lovely necklace.�
It was time to
get cleaned up, as the mothers would all be here in about fifteen minutes. They
all had a quick wash. No one seemed to be in a hurry to dress though, and it
was only as an after thought when Sam suggested they put on some of their Club
clothing to show their mothers, did they start to get dressed. Even Sophie and
Amber seemed happy in their nakedness.��
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CHAPTER 20
Thursday Early
evening � Meeting the Mothers
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They all
cleaned up, and dressed in various combinations of The Club kit. Sam and Sylvia
made sure everyone had the right quantity and sizes of clothes to take away
with them, as they wanted them to really look the part on camp. Everything was
packed into The Club rucksacks Sam had bought earlier and taken downstairs.
At 6:30, there
was a knock on the door, and the mothers arrived. The workshop was quite
crowded. Certainly there wasn�t enough seating for everyone.
Sam asked the
mothers to stand by their daughters and introduce themselves. When it came to
Hannah�s mother�s turn, she asked an unexpected question. �Sam, what have you
done to my daughter?� Sam nearly did a double take. He had been fucking the
girl, not twenty minutes earlier. There was certainly a sudden silence in the
room.
�What do you
mean Mrs. Leon?� replied Sam hesitantly.
�Oh,� she
giggled, bringing her hand to her mouth, realising what she�d said, �I didn�t
mean it like that. For a couple of years, up until a few days ago,� she
continued, �Hannah was ill with a severe case of Anorexia Nervosa. She came to
you, for a detention. Since then, she has joined The Club, and hasn�t stopped
eating. I told the doctor, and he didn�t believe me. He wants to see her next
week. So thank you Sam, whatever you did, it�s done her a world of good.�
Everyone
glanced across at Hannah, who was fingering her newly acquired choker necklace.
Sam feeling eyes on him, glanced at Ellie, who smiled at him and winked. He
blushed.
�
Sam went on to
explain the aims of The Club and that all the members were talented, but in
some way or other from deprived backgrounds, and so not achieving their
potential. The Club intended to correct that and ensure they excelled in their
chosen fields.
�I intend to
try to provide an education for the girls,� said Sam, �not just schooling. It�s
for this reason I am proposing we take them on a trip to Europe, the first of
many, I hope, in the vacations coming up. They will enjoy parts of the trip,
such as EuroDisney in Paris, but I also hope they
will benefit from visiting The Eiffel Tower, Sacre
Coeur and the general area of Montmartre, The Louvre and the centuries old architecture of the city.
Whilst in Paris, we will stay in the George Cinque
Hotel or The Ritz. They have suites of rooms large enough for us all. We will
then travel by EuroStar to London. I have a couple of
West End shows in mind for them to see. The London Eye, Shakespeare�s Globe,
The 1000 year old Westminster Abbey, The Tower of London, Windsor Castle and so
on. They might even like to visit the Warner Brothers Harry Potter Studio in
London.� There was a cheer at that name. �The trip will take 18 days in all. We
will be flying Business Class by Virgin Atlantic.� Sam restrained from adding
�of course�.
�You will
notice on the parental consent forms, I have added several paragraphs to cover
the overseas trips I intend to run on a regular basis. I have in mind a trip
each school vacation to places such as Japan, Peru and Australia. The items
covered include, permission to photograph them, emergency medical consent, and
everything to cover loco parentis eventualities. Do you have any questions?�
The mothers
were stunned. They had heard there might be some travel offered, but nothing on
this scale. The girls and even Sylvia were surprised and excited about it.
A hand went
up. It was Lizzie�s mother. �Yes Mrs. Browning how can I help?��
�Lesley, Sam,
please call me Lesley. Well, I can only speak for myself. I, and I know one or
two others, have some financial difficulty at the moment. It is very generous
for you to offer such an opportunity to our girls, but there will be a lot of
expenses attached, which we can�t cover. We will have to apply for passports,
visas, buy clothing, luggage even spending money. Sam the list is endless, and
I can�t do it.� The other mothers all nodded in agreement.
�Don�t worry,
Lesley, I have thought of that.� Sam reached over and pulled the thick envelope
he picked up from the bank earlier. Opening it, he tipped out a number of
smaller envelopes with names on. He handed them round, each taking their own.
�The Choices Foundation has opened a bank account in the name of each of your
daughters.� There was a collective gasp round the room, as the significance of
what he had said sank in. They�d heard rumours about this, but he�d just
confirmed it. �You will find there is a balance in each of $5000. I hope this
will be sufficient. You are signatories of the accounts. I will retain control
of them, and will withdraw the funds and close them if your daughter ever
chooses to leave The Club. Would you please take identification to the bank,
and sign their mandate form? I have arranged for $1000 to be paid into each
account per month for educational expenses.�
�Also, I have
made enquiries, and have made a provisional booking for you ladies to travel to
Looking around
the room, he saw some tears. To most of them, this was too good to be true,
like winning the lottery. As far as Sam was concerned, it was he who�d hit the
jackpot with unrestricted access to their daughters� pussies. He intended to
take full advantage of it. He felt their
The party went
upstairs and inspected the new club rooms. As they passed through his bedroom,
Ellie saw a pair of little girl�s pink panties just under the edge of his bed.
A stained gusset was in plain view. She nudged Sam in the ribs, grinned at him
and looking pointedly down, before kicking them out of sight under the bed. He
nodded and smiled at her.
Sam explained
the proposed improvements and time scale. �After the renovations are complete,
I want all members to come here every evening to do their homework, participate
in club activities and take advantage of the facilities which will be here.�
As everyone
was leaving, Ellie came up to him and took his arm, steering him to one side.
�Sam, I probably sounded a little harsh to you this morning, I�m sorry. You�ve
really reassured me this evening, and I am happy about Sophie and Amber going
with you to
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CHAPTER 21
Friday Early
morning � Going Camping.
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Sam worked
through the night, as usual, finishing off his routine duties. He had been
asked to undertake a small repair in Celine�s office
on the window. While there, he noticed her diary had been left open at next
week. Monday afternoon � return of campers. Tuesday various appointments during
the day, then: 9pm Jasmine. Sam read the simple entry a couple of times. He
chewed it over in his mind, �could it be?�..hmm, interesting�. Jasmine had said
a lady teacher was involved, but it had never occurred to Sam whom it may be.
It left him wondering.
The plan was
for Sam and the two senior school teachers to travel early with the twenty
senior school girls in the small school bus and the trailer, drop off the
equipment for the juniors, before they continued up to the higher valley, where
their adventure training was being undertaken. The junior school girls would
follow on later in the hired bus.
By 7 o�clock,
they were on the road. Joyce and Margaret, the two senior school teachers were
competent outdoor instructors, and were obviously looking forward to their
�paid vacation�. They arrived at the army training area after about a two hour
journey, where they pulled into the reception complex. The corporal on duty was
a man Sam had known years ago when he trained himself, and they had one or two
friends in common.
They were
given directions to the east flank of the plateau, some miles up a gravel road.
Sam had been here many times, but the man was just doing his �mindless
corporal�s duty�. �The Sarge said to tell you �The
canoes have been taken up to Mackenzie Creek� like you wanted.� Sam thanked him
and explained the other bus would be along soon. The corporal saluted before
returning to his air conditioned guard room. He�d saluted, not because Sam had
once held rank, he hadn�t, but because Sam was a holder of the Medal of Honor. It was the main reason the army allowed him to use
their facilities.
They drove on,
and finally, arrived at the camp site where the juniors would be located.
Because of the way Sam had loaded the trailer, unloading was the work of
fifteen minutes, and everything remaining here was piled ready. Double checking
they had their phones, charged and numbers swapped, Joyce and Margaret ordered
the senior girls back into the bus, and with a final confirmation of their expected
time back on Monday, were gone.�
Sam wasted no
time, he knew in an hour or so, the hoards of juniors would descend, so work
time now was worth twice what it would be later. He separated out the small
tents the girls would use. The catering stores were placed near where he
intended the camp fire to be. He had selected and erected a large tent for
himself, as it would double as a meeting tent for staff briefings and storage
of some equipment. It was located at a small distance from where he planed the other
sleeping tents would be. He had found a suitable site for the latrine, behind a
stand of pine trees. Sam erected a sackcloth screen with dividing walls, and
hacked down some undergrowth. But before he could start digging, he heard the
large coach approaching, so he went off to meet the new arrivals. The squeals
and shouts of young voices could have been heard throughout the valley. He was
sure the coach driver would be relieved to get away.
As the bus
pulled up, a torrent of girls poured forth, fanning out in all directions
calling to one another in their excitement. Sylvia stayed in the bus, calling
for them to take their time, make sure they had all their belongings, and to be
careful. Sue Evans and Halley Watson, the other two teachers emerged. Sam knew
from the past, that they were �an item� and went on a number of school trips
together. Sue saw Sam, and walked over to him. �Hi, Sam, I gotta
go, where�s the bathroom?�
Sam smiled
�Sorry Sue, I was just working on it. It�s not finished, and I haven�t put the
wooden frames in yet, but if you go behind those pines,� he said pointing,
�you�ll find it.�
Sam was just
welcoming Sylvia off the coach, when he heard a shriek, followed by some
screams. Halley, recognising the voice, sprinted in the direction of the pine
trees. Sam and Sylvia walked after her.
Cries and sobs
were still coming. Sam and Sylvia went around the screen, and found Sue lying
on her back, her panties and shorts around her ankles, her elbows supporting
her in a semi sitting position. She was clearly in some distress, as she didn�t
have any concern for her nakedness, her thong panties, and her shaven pussy,
all on display to her fellow teachers, and an accumulating number of pupils.
It was Miss.
P. who realised the problem, and pointed to the Poison Ivy plants which Sam had
hacked down, and in which Sue was sitting.
�Get her up
quick,� she said, �she has been stung badly.�
Halley looked
anxiously at them. �Poison Ivy you say? She once said she is allergic to it.
Something about a danger of anaphylactic shock.�
They brought a
blanket, and laid Sue facedown on it. The first aid box was comprehensive, and
contained some salve for the condition. However, it was obvious she was going
to need medical attention. So after a brief debate, they dressed Sue again, put
her and Halley with their personal belongings back on the coach, and watched as
they headed for the nearest hospital. A call later to Halley established that
Sue had indeed reacted badly, and would be in hospital for two or three days.
Halley opted to stay with her girlfriend. They would have to manage without
them.���
Sam asked
Sylvia to allocate tents and locations, while he went to relocate the latrines
to a safer spot.
�
On his return,
he was gratified to see The Choices girls were grouped together, and had
completed the task of putting their four tents up in a cruciform pattern, all
the entrances facing each other. All their gear was stowed and even the
youngest, Sophie, was standing watching the general chaos, holding hands with
her favourite teacher, Miss. P. He also couldn�t help but notice they were all
wearing their new club kit. Everyone had their pale blue terry shorts on. Sam
did a double take, as he realised they were cut in such a way and being
elasticated, their gussets were only an inch or so wide, exposing much of their
vulvas each side, as they moved, and the leg elastic curved across, part way up
their buttocks, round to their hips, where the waist band was also only an inch
or two wide. He loved them, absolutely loved them, but perhaps they were a
little too revealing, particularly as the material was so thin, and hugged
every contour of their bottoms. As they turned to face him, his hopes (or
fears) were confirmed as he saw their camel toes as clearly defined as if their
pussy cracks were just painted light blue.
�Like what you
see,� asked Lizzie, �oh, by the way Sam?�
�Hmm what
Lizzie?� asked Sam in a distracted tone, still focused on the sight before him.
�You�ve got a
boner.� All The Club girls collapsed with laughter. At a distance, some of the
other girls glanced across, wondering what all the hooting was about.��
They had a
quick lunch, and while they were sitting on the circled logs, around where the
campfire would be, Sam briefed them all on what he planned for their afternoon.
�We�re going
to trek up to the
Twenty minutes
later, they were off. Miss. P. led the way, while Sam brought up the rear, to
ensure no stragglers got lost. There was a happy carnival atmosphere. These
girls were here to enjoy themselves. Sam was too. He noticed that immediately
in front of him was a group of The Club girls. He didn�t believe they were
slower than the others, but he did believe they were teasing him with their
tiny blue shorts. They walked with emphasised wiggles. Every now and then one
or the other would go to scratch her buttock, pulling aside the material in the
process, showing a tantalizing amount of white bum flesh. He wondered if he
would survive the weekend. He was erect. Painfully.
The day was
cruelly hot, and although there was a thin cloud keeping the direct sunlight
off them, it was humid and sticky. After about two miles of steep climbing
though, they came out above the line of trees. The ground levelled off, and
there before them was a horseshoe shaped valley, surrounded by steep cliffs,
enclosing a large pool. At the far end was the Gazelle Falls, so named because
the water seemed to leap from the top like a gazelle, falling well clear of the
cliff face, into the pool below. Beyond the valley, the mountains rose up in
spectacular ever higher purple pyramids of craggy rock, one behind the other.
The sight was breathtaking, nature at it�s best.�
They walked
around the water to a spot Sam knew about, close to the cascade. It was shaded
by a rocky outcrop, and there was an area where grass sloped gently down,
giving way to sand and very fine gravel at the water�s edge, forming a narrow
beach. Small flat topped boulders provided impromptu seating. Sam took his
boots and socks off, and walked into the pool and sat on one of the boulders
with his feet trailing in the cool water. He pulled his rucksack off. Inside
was a large insulated box containing packs of chocolate bars, which he passed
round for everyone to enjoy, before the chocolate melted.
Soon, many of
the girls were paddling in the water. Despite the water coming from the highest
peaks, the pool was shallow, so it was warm. Sylvia came and sat beside him.
�This is just such a beautiful place,� she mused, �I could stay here for the
whole weekend.�
Soon, the
inevitable question came, �Miss. P., can I go for a swim?� Sylvia was slightly
concerned, because with Sue and Halley going, there was now only the two of
them to act as lifeguards.
�Yes you can,�
Miss. P. answered, �but you must only go where you can stand up.� Sam advised
her that apart from where the fall dropped into the pool, most of the water
close to where they were sitting, was less than four feet deep everywhere, so
it was safe as long as they kept in one area where they could be watched.
Please Miss.
P.,� asked Vera, �I didn�t know we would be swimming. I haven�t brought my
costume.� She had her back to the other girls, who were some distance away. She
shouted so everyone could hear. Sam noticed she had a sly smirk on her face,
and raised her eyebrow in an unmistakable way. �Is it OK to skinny dip?�
Before Miss.
P. could answer the little vixen, several other Choices girls called out.
�Yeah, let�s, it�s only us girls here anyway.� Sam kept seeing glances his way
sporting grins. Vera had fulfilled her promise to make his wish come true
The nine
Choices Club girls were naked in a matter of seconds, and tiptoeing their way
into the water. �It�s colder than I thought,� said Vicky. �Yes,� said Sally,
sinking into the water, but it�s lovely when you�re in.�
�Come on in,
Sam,� called Lizzie, �the water�s so nice.�
�Sorry girls,�
he replied, �I have to lifeguard you.��
I�ll do that,�
said Sylvia, �if you want to go in.� She whispered, �you never know what you
might feel!� She called out, �go on in, you deserve it.�
Sam slipped
off his shorts. He already had his Spandex briefs on underneath, and slipped
into the water, being careful to keep his hard, hard erection away from the
fifty pairs of eyes watching his every move. He swam out to the middle of the
pool in a few easy effortless strokes, showing his expert swimming ability. He
turned and noticed about half the girls were now stripping off, the others
looking uncertain. He swam to the far bank, only a matter of fifty yards away,
and again turned. This time, most of the girls were in the water, little piles
of clothing dotting the grassy bank.
He leisurely
swam back until he was about twenty yards offshore, and lazily floated on his
back. He was unaware there were sharks in this water, and they took the form of
Choices girls homing in on Sam�s pleasure and leisure. One distracted him while
the others circled round. Sam pretended not to notice, and took a deep breath
just before they pounced and ducked him under. He spent several seconds, being
held down by many hands, by the shoulders and head. They released him, but Sam,
able to swim under water for a long time, then took the initiative, and stayed
underwater. He swam beneath the circle of flailing legs, and one by one groped
up between their naked thighs, feeling each pussy in turn. Even underwater, he
could hear their shrieks.
When he
surfaced, there was a collective shout of �Get him.� Sam ducked again, and
picked them off one at a time, groping and feeling little girly flesh. This was
going to be a great vacation.
By now, other
girls had come over to join the fun, and Sam realised he now had to be cautious
how and who he felt up, for fear of groping the wrong girl.������
In the
distance, Sam noticed a small group of three or four girls still on the beach. There
were a few who�d thought to bring swimsuits, and were changing into them now.
One was Verity Morgan, and another was Shirley
Sam was now
being grabbed from all sides by the plague of girls, trying to duck him, tug
him away, splash him and even on a couple of occasions, grab his cock through
his costume. He was getting �feels� continuously on girls, some of whom he
knew, and others he didn�t. They were fleeting, otherwise it was too obvious,
but feels they were.
One ten year
old girl, called Karen Duncan, in particular, squeezed Sam�s shaft quite hard.
His erection so obvious to the child. He looked at her, and she held his gaze.
In a moment of weakness, in a response he immediately regretted, he cupped her
pussy, between her spread thighs, in his palm. Knowing this was very dangerous
territory, he dived down and swam away. When he surfaced, he saw Karen and
Lizzie whispering and giggling together, casting glances in his direction. He
put the incident out of his mind, but would recall it vividly on Sunday, when
he came across Karen again on the sailing lake.
Sam offered to
give the girls a catapult out of the water. He cupped his hands, interlocking
his fingers, where they put one foot, before he launched them skywards. It was
only a flash, but as they went up, he saw every set of spread thighs and their
hidden treasures between. With fifty girls all wanting a turn, he eventually
tired of the game and swam away to safer water.
Sam was
enjoying the swim in the cool water, in the sunshine, and was floating again on
his back. He became aware of young Sophie and Amber approaching him slowly. He
looked over their heads, across the water to Sylvia, who had been watching them
swim into deeper water. She waved. He was able to stand, but it was just too
deep for the seven and eight year olds, so they clung to him, one either side.
They hugged his neck and their knees were in front and behind his pelvis. He
naturally cupped their bottoms.
�Hello Sam,�
said Amber, �Mummy said we had to get to know you better now we�re in The Club.
She said it was alright to hug you and stuff and you can hug us too, She said
as we�re going to Disney wiv you, you might want to
cuddle us a lot.�
Sam didn�t
need telling twice, he moved his fingers into their cracks, finding their
little rosebuds nestling around his finger. Sophie giggled, �That tickles.� He
moved his fingers further down, and cupped their pussies. Even though they were
only a year apart in age, they felt quite different. Amber�s cleft opened to
his touch, as his fingers ran through her parting. Her clitoral hood firm, as
he rubbed along it. Sophie, had a more podgy feel to her. Her mound rounder. It
was no less sexy to Sam, who found very young girls especially arousing. He�d
always enjoyed watching the youngest girls in the showers back at school the
most. Sam walked across the pool, fondling the girls as he went, and circled
round behind the waterfall, where they couldn�t be seen. He sat on a rocky
ledge, and pulled them into his lap. His fondling now had both girls breathing
in short gasps. He wanted them to experience the ecstasy of sex before they
were in The Club much longer, and what better way than here, now.�
He started his
double masturbation of the ginger haired sisters in earnest. He alternated from
rubbing their clits, to dipping his fingers into their vagina entrances.
Because of the water, he couldn�t produce enough lubrication, so couldn�t
penetrate them more than his first knuckle. He did just about feel their hymens
resisting his intrusion though. Amber was the first to cum, and snorted loudly,
grabbed his wrist, and started to push his hand hard against her sensitive
spot. She seemed to vibrate as she came. Her legs shook, her bottom shook. He
could feel her vagina clamping on his finger as she spasmed. This was a new
experience in little girl orgasms to Sam. Sophie looked at her sister in a
quizzical way, but almost immediately was immersed in a similar climax of her
own. She too seemed to start a vibration type of muscular spasm, as her own
orgasm overtook her tiny body. Each sister enjoyed Sam�s caressing movements,
and wanted him to carry on for several minutes. Eventually, they relaxed their
grip on him, their cum finally over.
�Oh, that was
just so good, Sam,� said Amber, �is that what Sally tells us is sex? She says
we�ll have to do what Hannah an� you did yesterday. Is it nice to do? Will I
like it, Sam, when do I have to do it?�
Sam looked at
the girl and smiled, �You can do it when you�re ready Amber. You tell me.�
�What about
me,� piped up Sophie, �can I do it too? Will you let me do what Hannah did,
Sam? I want to be a big girl too.�
�We�ll see
Pipsqueak,� said Sam kindly �when you�re ready you�ll know when the time is
right, and so will I and then you can try it.��
They both gave Sam a final cuddle. He enjoyed another free feel of their
tiny bare, bald pussies, before the three of them emerged from the waterfall
and rejoined the larger group.
Finally, the
swimmers got out of the water, and they all laid on the grass letting the warm
air dry them off. Sam couldn�t be too obvious, but he scanned along the lines
of naked little girl flesh, feasting his eyes on every girl, their shapes,
curves, dips and bumps, before they eventually dressed ready for the downhill
walk back to camp. He noticed Jasmine lying alongside a group of similar aged
girls. She seemed to be really enjoying her short vacation. She had after all
�earned� it. He was pleased for her. Despite her many disadvantages and her
willing prostitution, he was very fond of her. She caught his stare, and slowly
scooted round, and lifted her knees up and apart. Her little pink and coral
coloured cunt flowered open. Framed by her black skin, it almost shouted at
Sam, �cum and fuck me.� He had to look away. He heard her giggling at him.
Sam talked to
Sylvia before they left and filled her in on the development with the two
youngsters. �Who do you think sent them over to join you in the first place?�
she asked, looking at him sideways. He grinned at her. They were becoming a
good team.
��If you get the chance Sylvia,� he said �see
if you can bring them off a time or two. Let�s get them really wanting their
next cum. By the time I fuck them, I want them begging for it.�
�Don�t you
worry on my account, Sam,� she said glancing at him, smiling, �I�ll make sure
they get to know me too.�
On the return
journey, Sam noticed little Sophie was tired, and he was gratified to see
Hannah carried her backpack for her, and held her hand. He noticed the two of
them whispering along the way, both glancing back, looking at him, grinning. He
didn�t need many guesses to know what they talked about. He was also really
pleased to see Vera and Vicky walking ahead, with Sally in between them,
holding their hands. But what also caught his eye� was Verity further down the path, sweating
profusely, walking alongside Shirley. They were looking at the three girls with
vitriol in their faces.
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CHAPTER 22
Friday Evening
� The Camp Fire���������������������������� ������������
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Everyone
settled into camp routine. The girls spent the late afternoon playing around
the camp, hide and seek, climbing trees, preparing their tents for the night,
organising sleeping bags and clothes. It was still very hot and sticky, so no
one exerted themselves too much.
Sam asked
everyone to search for firewood for the campfire, and for his fire pit. He
quickly had a big supply, and the fire pit was soon blazing well. He wanted it
to die down into a hot glowing ember bed for cooking. The rest of the timber
was piled by the campfire for when it got dark.
As the
twilight descended, Sam placed a series of lamps around the camp, ready to
switch on as needed. Everyone started to settle on the logs around the fire. He
placed a large cooking griddle over the top and started to cook. He had small
pieces of beef, yams, sweet potatoes, peppers, sweet corn to cook as well as
bread, salads and other cold prepared food. When everything else was ready, he
had steaks� to go on, chicken kebabs and sausages.
Miss. P. organised some girls to hand round the drinks and nibbling food. Vicky
got her IPad, and linking it to Sam�s Bose Bluetooth
player, started playing music which meant more to the girls than to the
�staff�. Sam was really pleased when he noticed Vera and Vicky were sitting
with Sally and Hannah on a log in an obviously close group. But what caught his
eye was the fact that Vera and Vicky were feeding most of their food to Hannah.
As the dusk
turned to darkness, the food eaten, the atmosphere became cosy. Vicky found
some karaoke tracks, and everyone started singing. They had a great time. Sam
noticed Verity and Shirley disappear part way through the evening. He thought
nothing of it. Probably going to the latrine. But they had only just returned,
when a shout of �fire� went up.
A tent was on
fire and as Sam rushed towards the blaze, he knew it was in The Choices camp.
He grabbed an enormous canvas ground sheet he used underfoot in the food
preparation area, and was able to throw it over the tent, before knocking down
the tent poles and smothering the fire. He could smell kerosene. An empty can
lay nearby. The other three tents were soaked in kerosene too, but hadn�t
caught. They had been just in time.
Sam spent the
next hour sorting out the mess, separating good from bad, helping the girls
extract their belongings. Some were burnt, some smelled of kerosene, some OK.
He was upset when he saw Sophie�s little face a smear of tears, as she pulled
out her threadbare teddy bear, damaged beyond use. Things like this so upset
Sam. The little girl had little enough as it was, and now she loses something
precious like her teddy.
�I�m sorry
Sophie,� he said, saddened, �shall we get you a new French one when we go to
Paris? You could call it Michelle or Pierre or some other French name.�
Sam was trying
to make light of it �It�s just as well it was a Club tent which caught fire, eh
girls?� he quipped. �We Club members will take special care of each other, OK?
Everything that is useable, take over to my tent. I will share with Miss. P.
There should just about be enough room for you all in there.�
Sam was about
to move away, when he saw Sally pull a battered old teddy from� her pack, and brushing it�s head, handed it
to Sophie, saying, �This is Charlie, Sophie. Would you look after him for me
until we get to Paris?� The little girl immediately cuddled the bear to her
tear stained face. His girls were certainly looking out for each other.
As Sam
returned to the campfire, he looked over at Verity and Shirley. There was a
definite gloating in their faces. They kept looking at him, smirking. He knew
they had caused the fire. Arson is a contemptible thing, especially in a dry
woodland area such as this. He just couldn�t prove it. He saw Verity use her
phone. She kept glancing up at Sam, nodding, talking animatedly into the phone.
After she finished, he walked over to where they were sitting.
�I suppose you
think that little stunt was clever,� he said. �It was a dangerous thing to do.�
�We didn�t do
anything,� sneered Shirley in an obviously put on innocent tone, �and anyway,
my dad would just say you should be more careful when looking after kids.� They
burst into laughter, mocking him.
�Yes,� said
Verity, �my dad says he�s going to sort you out.� She realised she shouldn�t
have said anything, and went quiet, her smirk vanishing.
Sam realised
he was getting nowhere with them, and returned to sit beside Miss. P. in the
centre of a line of Choices girls.
�I am so angry
about what they did,� said Miss. P., �but we can�t prove it.�
�Shall I burn
their tent down,� offered Vera, with a cheeky grin.
�You can�t
fight fire with fire,� mused Sam. �There may be other subtle ways of taking
revenge though. The Choices Club stick together, right?�
�RIGHT,� they
answered in unison, �All for one, one for all.�
The evening
was drawing to a close. Miss. P. went round everyone, with a stack of cups,
which she handed around. She was followed by Lizzie, Vera, Vicky and Hannah,
each carrying a jug in each hand. �There�s water, juices of every flavour,
milk, you name it. Has everyone had one?�
�Time for bed
everyone,� said Miss. P., �we have a long walk in the morning and canoeing in
the afternoon. But I will let you have a lie in first though.�
Within five
minutes, the camp was cleared, and all the girls were in their tents, getting
ready for bed. It was too hot to use the sleeping bags, other than as something
soft to lie on. Most didn�t even want to use pyjamas, they just slept in their
panties.
Sam went round
the camp, switching the lamps off, just leaving one on by the latrine.
He slipped
into the tiny tent alongside Sylvia, who was lying naked, except for her
sneakers, looking at her watch.
�What are you
doing,� he asked her, �timing the snores?�
She laughed.
�No dope, I am waiting till the drops take effect. Last time it was ten
minutes.�
�Do you
mean�did you, actually,� Sam was lost for words.
She nodded,
eyebrows raised, a half smile showing her answer. �Right, time up, are you
ready to go and molest a couple of dozen pre-teens?�
�Did you give
The Club girls any?� he asked.
�I did, but
only a half dose, just so they get to sleep. I want our team alert in the
morning. They can have all of our attention anytime they want.�
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CHAPTER 23
Friday Night �
Organised Child Abuse������������������� ������������
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They climbed
out of the tent, Sam went left, Sylvia right.�
Having now stripped off naked, except for his shoes, he went to the far
end tent, thinking he could start at one end and work his way along. All he
carried were his flashlight and camera. He unfastened the zipper holding the
flaps, and looked in. Bringing his light to bear, his breath went from him on
seeing the wondrous vision� before him.
It wasn�t that he hadn�t seen young girls naked before, he had, a thousand
times at the school, it was the anticipation of what he could now do to them.
Three 4th grader girls lay spread-eagled, naked but for their panties. Their
legs intertwined, at his end of the tent.
Sam moved into
the tent, beside the first girl�s legs. He reluctantly pulled a condom from his
sock and rolled it quickly over his stiff cock. He realised to leave tell tale
snail trails of pre-cum all over the girls and their bedding, would be stupid.
Laying his flash light down, he looked at her. She was a pretty round faced
honest looking girl, with dark short hair. She was slim, tall and had a button
nose and raised cheeks framed with ears that stuck out a little. He bent to
suckle her tiny flat chested nipple closest to him. It quickly hardened, as he
flicked his tongue back and forth across it. He slid his hand down her chest,
over her tummy and under her panty elastic. Her mound was nicely raised, as his
fingers followed her contours up and over her divine shape, smooth except for a
thin line of fine hair either side of her cleft, and her dimple allowed his
finger to sink into it half an inch. He pushed down, his digit running over the
girl�s hood, just poking out of her slit. Sam sat up, and using both hands,
pushed her panties down her legs and off her feet.
Sam spread the
girl�s legs enough for him to kneel between them. He was then able to lift her
calves up and outward. Sam was always amazed how far young girls could split
their legs apart. Her feet were touching the sides of the tent. He was able to
push her knees outside her shoulder blades. Her vulva was spread before him,
raised between her thighs. He held her there for a while, as he photographed
her. Some shots up close on �macro�, some further away, making sure her cunt
and face were in the same photo. In this position, her vagina had slowly peeled
open and dilated, waiting for his tongue to sink into her folds of pre-teen
flesh. Sam dipped straight in, his tongue hungry for the first cunt of the
night. Her vagina glistened in the lamplight. Her sweat making her damp on this
hot and humid night. He licked her for several minutes, his tongue nudging
against her virginal hymen, trying to push passed it, before letting her feet
down, although still spread well apart.
Moving to the
next girl, who was also dark haired, but with long braids, he found her to be
quite plump, but not fat, by comparison. Her name was Alice. She was a friendly
girl and quite often chatted to Sam when their paths crossed at school. She
wasn�t a beauty, but as he slid her panties down, his breath was taken away.
She had one of the most gorgeous looking pussies he had ever set eyes on. Why
one pussy looked beautiful and another not, he didn�t know. It was like faces,
he supposed, it was just the way it was. Beauty, he knew, was in the eye of the
beholder. Well, he beheld one very beautiful pussy. Although she wasn�t the
most beautiful girl in the world, her pussy far and away made up for it, and
perhaps qualified her to join The Club one day. Certainly he recorded her
beautiful pussy with his camera from every angle carefully.
Her mound was
completely hairless and smooth, long, full and narrow, well padded and firm to
the touch, with a deep cleft, running it�s full length. She had a lovely
dimple, circular in shape, except where it merged into her clit. It was perhaps
half an inch in diameter and depth. To Sam an important asset. Her clitty hood
poked well out of her cleft, it�s generous folds of skin suggested her clit was
big. Her vagina, as he started to spread her legs in the same way as he had
done the first girl, popped open. He licked her in a similar way to the first
girl, but he found his tongue could reach in that little bit further. Pulling
back, he now slid his finger into her entry. He gently pushed, his digit
slipped in past her tight entry. He pulled back and pushed again, and this
time, his finger slipped in, passed her hymen, as far as he could reach. She felt
exquisite. The walls of her passage seemed to pulse against his touch, as
though he could feel her heart beat.
Being unable
to resist himself, he reached down, and grabbed his cock. He pressed against
her entry, and in an instant, his crown just popped into her. She was a virgin,
so this surprised him. She felt magnificent on his cock, as it pressed against
the rubbery barrier of her maidenhood. He got his camera again and made sure
the photo showed his cock embedded, as well as her pussy and most importantly,
her face. Sam had a problem, a nice problem, too many girls and not enough time
to spend on each.
He now moved
to the third girl, who was quite different from the others. This one had very
long light brown hair, flowing free under her back, making a fan shaped carpet
for her to lie on. Her name was Suzy. She was a pretty girl. He knew from
school she was an extremely painfully shy girl, who relied on her friends to
look out for her. She had spoken to him a few times and slowly he had grown
rather fond of her. He was going to molest her never-the-less. He whipped her
panties off and just looked for a moment. Her slit was the shortest he had ever
seen, in fact almost non existent, as was her bald mound small and flat. As he
spread her legs, her knees up by her shoulders, he saw she had the smallest
vulva as well. Holding her knees back with his own, he spread the lips of her
almost non-existent labia apart with his fingers, and was surprised to see her
vagina was as large as any other girl of her age, and like her friend Alice, it
looked very pretty to Sam. Why he should be surprised he didn�t know, he just
was. For some reason he�d expected her hole to be small as well. As he gazed
into her he could clearly see her stretched hymen glistening with the dampness
of her vagina. He caught her on camera for his album, like all the others.
Again Sam
lapped into her cunt, it tasted sweeter than the others, her salty sweat from
the day�s activities, combined with an essence of musky little girl aroma,
which he found so intoxicating. But what overwhelmed him was what happened
next. Her pussy was so small, he could cover all of her with his lips. He
flicked his tongue over her vagina and clitty several times, before sucking
her. He sucked quite hard and suddenly, her bladder let go and his mouth filed
with her urine. He had no choice but to swallow. It too tasted sweet. He
expected it to be more bitter. He sucked again, and again she pissed into his
mouth and again he swallowed. This was just so erotic to Sam.
Sam eventually
put the girl�s legs down, and wondering whether to replace their knickers,
decided he couldn�t be bothered. Before he left, he got a photo of all three of
the girls he had molested, in a �family group� shot. By the time they went
home, he intended to do this with every girl on camp. He zipped the tent panels
together, and moved to the next tent.
This one was
occupied by
Sam pulled
Maggie�s finger from her friend, and sucking her digit, to taste her arousal,
laid her and then Ruth on her back. Again lifting their legs up and out, he was
able to lick, inspect, smell and taste them both at will, which he did for a
few minutes. Pulling their vaginas open by peeling their inner labia apart with
his thumbs, he saw that neither had a hymen, and their vaginas were both damp
with their arousal. Not just damp, but greasy to the touch. Sam was puzzled for
a moment and looked around. Then beside Maggie, he spotted a small tube of KY
jelly. But what did surprise him, beside it, was a small pink vibrator, it�s
motor still buzzing quietly. Sam picked the toy up, and switched it off.
Without hesitation, he put the point into the entrance of Maggie�s vagina. He
carefully and gently applied pressure, and pressed it into her. It slowly oozed
in, sinking deeper and deeper, until only the round red cap at it�s end was
outside her cunt. He switched it on again. The girl stiffened in reflex, but
relaxed again, her unconscious state overwhelmed her desire.
After about
five minutes, Sam switched it off, and pulling the toy out, moved over to Ruth,
and repeated the insertion of the toy into the eleven year old. Like with
Maggie, it sank in without any force. They had evidently done this before. Sam
thought he might like to fuck these two. He pulled the vibrator out of Ruth,
and reaching over, slipped it back into Maggie. Switching it on, he left it
there inside her.
�He reached for the KY Jelly, and holding
Ruth�s cunt open with his thumb and forefinger, pressed the tube�s nozzle into
her, and squeezed. Pulling the tube out, he could see there was plenty in
there. He shuffled forward, his cock waving in the air, came to a rest on her
cleft. Still holding her legs up and out, he wriggled, until his cock dropped
into the cavity that was her entry. She was still dilated from the vibrator.
Sam simply pressed in. He felt her further dilate around him. The sudden
slickness, as the KY Jelly lubricated his passage into the eleven year old
didn�t disguise just how tight she was. He kept going in and in, feeling the
walls of her vagina peeling apart for the first adult male cock inside this
little lesbian girl. Not for the first time, Sam thought how glad he was that
although his cock was long enough, it was thin. Just as his pubis was about to
bump her clitoris, he hit bottom. Ruth�s rubbery cervix although flexible, was
firm and resistant to him penetrating her the last inch.
Sam moved out,
almost all the way, before sliding back in, out, then in again, faster. Soon he
was slamming his pubis into her thighs with a satisfying slap. He wouldn�t last
long at this rate, and Sam wanted more, so much more before the night was out.
He reluctantly pulled out of her. Again he photographed her, as he had done the
other girls, while he raped her. He reached for her towel, lying by her head,
and wiped the excess slime from between her thighs, and laid her legs down.
He quickly
hotched over to Maggie, pulled the still buzzing vibrator out and threw it to
one side. He immediately pressed his cock into her before her dilation ended,
and without pause, sank into her his full depth of six and a half inches. He
waited a moment, to just feel and appreciate the young girl under him. Her
tight vagina walls had willingly parted, but seemingly more easily. Her passage
was tight, but not as tight as Ruth�s. Sam had the distinct impression this
little girl had not only fucked before, but had done so recently, and often.
Sam, of course, knew nothing of the financial arrangement her grandfather had
with her mother, ensuring a regular source of money for her, and regular,
incestuous, underage, sex for him. Making Maggie hate them both for forcing her
into his bed, and into her girlfriend�s bed as well.
Not his worry.
Sam quickly got into his pace again, shoving his cock in and out of Maggie�s
delicious cunt soon felt the familiar slapping of his balls against her bottom.
He still wanted more, so very reluctantly, he pulled out of Maggie, replaced
his cock with the buzzing vibrator, slipped the tube of KY Jelly into the top
of his sock, and, moved on to the next tent, after again getting his pictures
for the album.
Over the next
hour or two, Sam worked his way along the line of tents. He managed to lick,
feel, inspect, photograph, and generally molest about two dozen girls.
Remembering just how lovely Alice and her friend Suzy�s pussies had looked and
felt, he had returned to the first tent and fondled and photographed them a bit
more. He was beginning to realise the variety of vaginas was infinite. They all
felt different. Some sensational, like Alice�s and Suzy�s, and some less so. He
was wanting to get his cock into Alice and Suzy as soon as opportunity allowed.
They were a must for Club recruitment.
Sam had sunk
his cock into about six of the older girls, who either had obvious experience,
and or no hymen, until he opened one flap, only to see Sylvia�s bottom and
pussy moving around in front of his face, as she licked out a 2nd grader. All
the youngest girls had been at that end of the line. Either side of the little
victim were two other seven year olds, spread out, naked, unconscious.
�How are you
getting on,� he asked, �looks like you�ve had breakfast.�
�Im gethhhinggg onnn verrryy shwell
tphhankk youuu Sam,� she mubbled through Linda�s pussy.
�Sylvia,� he
said to her bottom, �would you mind if I ask a favour?�
�No PPrroblemsh, Sham, wash isitt?�
she asked.
�I haven�t cum
yet, would you mind if I dumped my load into you?�
�Noo, Jusht carrysh
onn. Don�t mindsh meee.� She said, still munching on the tiny 2nd grader�s
pussy.
Sam, pulled
the condom off, tossed it out of the tent and waddled forward on his knees. He
grabbed his cock, lined it up with Sylvia�s dripping pussy and pressed in. What
he didn�t expect was what he immediately felt. She was a virgin. He had always
assumed her to have tried men, used vibrators, and otherwise broken her cherry.
But no, she was intact.
�I didn�t know
Sylvia,� he asked, �are you sure?�
She lifted her
face off the child for a moment, �What better time to have my first fuck, than
when I�m doing what I like to a seven year old. Please fuck me Sam, as I said,
I want your kids.�
Sylvia was so
wet, and worked up, she needed no foreplay. Sam jerked forward, breaking her
cherry in an instant. There was a sharp intake of breath, as Sylvia felt the
pain. It quickly dissipated, and she made her desires known, by pushing back at
him. Sam was so aroused by the events of the night, he knew this was not going
to take him long at all. He looked down beside him, to his right, at the spread
eagled seven year old, and the other one in a similar position to his left. He
reached down, and as he picked up his pace, fucking Sylvia�s just virgin pussy,
he cupped and fondled the two little girls� virgin pussies, feeling their
smooth hairless shapes, their tiny clefts, and wetness inside, where Sylvia�s
tongue had just been.
Sam didn�t
want Sylvia�s first time with him to disappoint, but he knew he couldn�t hold
back. So it was with relief he heard Sylvia start to breath deeply in short
pants, her moans increasing in intensity, her orgasm suddenly and violently
overwhelming her. Sam exploded into her, his sperm filled semen shooting deep
into the fertile teacher�s womb. Somehow, he knew he had just changed his life
forever. They were sated, and both collapsed. Their combined weight landing on
top of Linda. He now knew what he would call his daughter if Sylvia got
pregnant and it was a girl. Quickly, he rolled one way, she the other. They lay
like that for several minutes.
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CHAPTER 24
Friday
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Sam�s phone,
tucked in his sock, trilled.� �Who the
fuck is this,� mumbled Sam. He knew from the �caller identity� who it was, �it
had better be good. What do you want
�Hi-ho,
Silver,� said
�Oh fuck,�
said Sam, �just as I thought my life was turning out nicely.��
�What�s going
on Sam, who was that?� asked Sylvia anxiously.
�That, Sylvia,
was
�What about
me,� she said nervously, �Sam, they might torture me or something. I�m scared
Sam.�
�OK, when I
find them, I will send you a text. I will keep my phone on silent mode. The
text will just be the number 5, OK? That means five minutes. Then, after I have
stopped them, I will phone you and tell you what I plan to do next. My call
will be no longer than five minutes after the text. If I don�t call in five
minutes, call
Sam extracted
himself from between the two naked seven year olds, kissed Sylvia passionately,
and was gone. Picking up the used condom on the way, he called into his and
Sylvia�s tent, stowed his camera, dressed, slipped into his black overalls,
grabbed some essentials, moved over to the fire, dropped the condom onto it and
picked a lump of charcoal to blacken his face and slipped into the darkness of
the forest. He had a rough idea where they would come from. First, he was
certain Verity would have had her locator open on her phone, so her father
could provide the men with a position. Second, there were only three roads into
this area. One from completely the wrong direction; one where the
administration area was, which they came into on their arrival, and was manned
by a guard post; and the third was a lesser used, but serviceable gravel road,
only a couple or three miles long, leading in from a mountain road, high up in
the pass. That�s where they�ll come from, he was sure.
�
His special
forces training clicked in. This was his environment, and he was familiar with
the terrain. He moved quickly and silently through the night. Animals were
startled as he passed, normally hearing men from far away. Up he moved. In half
an hour, he reached the gravel road, crossing at right angles to his path. To
his left it led to the public mountain road where he knew they would come from.
To the right it traversed a series of steep hairpins, going up the
mountainside, to MacKenzie Creek, where the canoe trip
would start tomorrow. The road curved away in both directions, so this was the
point where they would walk down from, to the camp.
Sam� recce�d both
directions for a couple of hundred yards to familiarize himself with the lay of
the land, then found a suitable place to conceal himself, where he could keep
watch. Forty minutes passed, and he saw the loom of headlights high in the
mountain pass. Ten minutes later, he heard a vehicle approaching slowly, lights
doused.
It stopped
about a hundred yards away. It was a large black 4 x 4 truck. Similar to his
own. Two men got out. Sam was on the move. Before he had got half way, he could
smell cigarette smoke. He smiled.
Sam was ten
yards away, when he heard a voice. �Yes, Mr. Morgan�.� yes sir�..�
We�re there now�. Yes OK, What do you want us to do to the girls�yes�
yes�. OK Mr. Morgan. We�ll call you again later�� Yes sir. Please tell Mr.
�What did he
say?� came a voice.
�He said to
make sure of the Pole, Sam Pottu�..Potttuensk, whatever his name is. We�re to make it slow and
painful if we can, but to make sure it�s permanent. He said we can take our
time and have fun with him.�
�What about
the two girls?� the other voice asked. �Can we have a different kind fun with
them too?� Sam could hear the leer in the man�s voice.
�I don�t see
why not,� came the reply, �no one�s to know. They�re both eleven. We can have
one each,� they laughed. �The other thing,� the man continued, �when we�ve
finished with the girls, we�re to hide them and this Sam, make sure they�re
never found.�
That was all
Sam needed to hear. This would be a justified action. Sam pressed send on his
phone, letting Sylvia know it was five minutes.
The two men
busied themselves, collecting and sorting their gear from the truck.
Sam took his
phone out and looked at the time. Two minutes had passed. He called Sylvia.
�Hi, it�s me. Danger over, nothing to worry about�yes�.that�s right�. Yes.
Look, I�m going back to town. I�m going to sort that bastard Morgan out. He�ll
only send someone else after me otherwise�yes� oh, and another thing,
The two men
were big and heavy. Sam had a struggle getting them into the back of the truck.
He found their phones, which he switched off and keys to the truck in the
pocket of one of the men. He fitted the tonneau cover
over the back to hide the bodies, got in and drove off. He didn�t want to
attract any attention, so like them, he drove in the dark until he reached the
mountain road. Once on that, he could drive normally.
The trip back
to town took just under two hours. He pulled into the curb a couple of blocks
from the Morgan house. He approached from the rear of the property. Carefully,
he checked all the windows. Upstairs, he could see a light was on. Being so
hot, he hoped perhaps one had been left open. He was in luck. He fitted a pair
of latex surgical gloves, which he always had in his work gear pockets.
Silently, he entered the house, and climbed the stairs. Beneath a door, he
could see a crack of light. Carefully and quietly, he turned the handle, and
peered through the crack. He could see the back of a man�s head, seated in a
leather office chair. His hair was snow white. There was only one man that Sam
knew with hair like that.
Sam crept
forward, across the carpeted floor. The man was snoring, asleep. On the desk,
were files, ledgers and masses of papers. A computer was on, the screen showing
a bank account statement. In an open drawer, Sam could see drug sachets,
cocaine, heroin, Ecstasy, syringes, scales, testing equipment and a little
heater for drug preparation.
Sam looked
again at the computer. It was logged into a bank account alright, but in the
Cayman Islands. In the corner was a countdown clock to log off. One minute and
counting. Carefully, he clicked the mouse on the screen and the clock changed
to fifteen minutes. Time to browse later.
Sam saw little
point in trying to extract information from Morgan. It would never stand up in
court anyway. So he made his grim decision. He lifted the little heater, and a
large sachet of the 100% pure heroin. He prepared it efficiently. He had seen
this often enough on the streets in Afghanistan. Filling a large syringe with
the fluid he carefully jabbed the needle into Morgan�s arm and pressed the
plunger all the way in.
Morgan�s eyes
popped open. He focused on Sam�s face. There was a moment of recognition. �You
mess with me or my girls,� said Sam, �you little piece of weasel shit, and I
will come and find you. Your two goons never made it to the camp. I can�t let
you have another try, Morgan. Thanks for the $5million by-the-way.� Sam,
holding the now struggling man by the hair, only had to wait a minute before
Morgan passed out, and another five and he just stopped breathing. Another
drugs overdose.
Sam now looked
back at the screen. He couldn�t believe the figures, though. A balance in the
account of over $135 million. There, two days before, the $5 million to his
Choices account. Another $5 million notated Thompson Twins, but beneath was a
third payment of $5 million �Watson�. Who was Watson? Sam had a bad feeling
about this. He was about to leave, when he had a thought. He pressed �Print
Screen�, and watched the printer whir,�
then clicked the mouse on �Transfer Funds�. Up came a list of
beneficiaries. He pressed �Print Screen� again. Below, he saw The Choices Foundation
listed, and clicked �Make Transfer�. Another screen: �Amount� was blinking.
�No,� he thought, �it couldn�t be that simple.� He clicked �Transfer All�.
�Enter Password�.
Sam looked
through the papers on the desk. He rummaged everywhere. Then he searched
Morgan�s pockets. In his jacket, was a little black book, and sure enough a
passwords page. Many accounts were listed in various banks across the world. He
scanned down and found what he was looking for. He tapped in the numbers and
letters and pressed enter. He waited for what was only a couple of seconds, but
felt like a lifetime. �Transfer Complete!� Again he was about to get out, but
had a final thought, and pressed the icon: �Close Account�.� A message: �Are you sure?� appeared. He
clicked: �Yes�, and the screen went blank. Time to leave.��
On the return
journey, Sam at last had time to think through the events of the night. He
called Sylvia, and put her mind at rest. Next he phoned
Sam retraced
his route and took the road up into the mountain pass, and about a mile before
the forest track, which led into the army training area, Sam drove slowly
looking for a suitable place for his purposes.
A downhill
slope, a bend, and a vertiginous drop. Perfect. Sam pulled over, undid the tonneau cover, and dragged the Thompson Twins, not without
a lot of effort, into the front cab. Buckling them into the seat belts, he
released the hand brake, and, standing on the running board, steered through
the open driver�s door window, while the truck gained speed. He aimed the
vehicle at the sharp bend fifty yards down the road. Just before the truck left
the road, Sam leapt clear, rolled onto the grass verge, and watched as the
vehicle accelerated down the bank, before flying over the cliff edge below. It
was several seconds before Sam heard the crash from way down on the valley
floor.
The first
glimmer of dawn was giving a red rosy glow to the eastern horizon, as Sam set
off at a fast jog down the forest track. He had three miles of track and two
through the woods to cover. It was downhill all the way though, and he got back
to the campsite just as the dark shadows retreated and daylight started to
conquer the night. He stripped off the black overalls, the latex gloves in the
pocket, and dropped them onto the smouldering fire and threw a few logs on top.
He went down to their tent just as Sylvia came out to see who was there.
�God, am I
glad to see you, Sam,� said Sylvia, fussing over him like a mother hen. �Never
put me through that again, do you hear?�
Sam crawled
into the tent, and lay on his bed, and was asleep in seconds. When he awoke an
hour later, he felt refreshed. He got up, washed, dressed and made up the fire
for cooking breakfast. He noticed apart from a metal buckle, the overalls had
completely burnt. He and Sylvia busied themselves with food preparation for
their hike and evening meal.
The first
girls to be up were The Choices Club. They crawled out of the large tent,
bleary eyed. They walked over to Sam and Miss. P., to see what they were doing,
and sat around like children do in the kitchen first thing in the morning. The
fact that they were all stark naked didn�t seem to have crossed their minds.
They were now completely comfortable together, naked or dressed.
Sam was
sitting on a log, peeling potatoes, Miss. P. preparing salad nearby. They all
helped, and the jobs were completed quickly.
Sally was in a
pensive mood, quiet and in her own world. She kept moving around their circle,
standing beside one, then another. Eventually, when she was alongside him
again, Sam looked up at her, put his arm around her waist, his forearm trailing
across her buttocks, and asked, �Sally, we�re all your family now, you know,
you can tell us what�s on your mind. Don�t bottle it up.��
Sally, inspecting
while twisting, a piece of grass between her fingers, was silent for a moment,
before she said quietly, �Sam, Miss. P., everyone, I have come to a decision.
This is important to me, so I want you to all hear it.� They all stopped to
listen. �When we were walking through the woods yesterday, I saw a clearing not
far from here. In the centre there was a large flat topped rock. It was a place
of peace. It had a magic to it, like it was a special place. Tonight is the
full moon. I would like us to all go there at midnight, and I would like to be
inducted.� She didn�t divulge the voice in her head had told her about the
stone in the clearing, and what to do.
There was
silence for a moment, before Sam said, �Sally that�s the nicest most sincere
thing I think I have ever heard anyone say. We would be honoured and delighted
to make your induction very special, and thank you for asking for it in such a
way.�
Sam lowered
his hand from her waist, across her bottom, and started to run his fingers
through her crack, moving southward. She stepped aside, �Nnng,
nnng,� she muttered, shaking her head, �no touching
the virgin until she is on the sacrificial stone at midnight.� Sam went to
touch her bottom again, and she skipped further away, with determination in her
face. She meant it. Sam smiled, watching her as she moved away to put some
clothes on..
�Food�s
ready,� said Miss. P., no one else is awake yet, it�s still only six thirty.
How about we all go in your big tent and have a cuddle everyone?�
Sally darted
into the tent, and grabbing her belongings for the day, and stepped back out.
�I will keep an eye out to make sure no one comes while you�re in there having
fun.� She smiled at the group as they trooped passed her into the tent..
Miss. P.
looked at the pre-teen, �Are you not joining us, Sally?�
�No Miss. P.,
I want to make tonight really special. I don�t want to be touched until then.�
When the two
adults had stripped and crawled into the tent, they saw eight expectant faces,
watching them with anticipation. Already sexual tension filled the air, and as
they lay down on the spread out sleeping bags, both were smothered in little
naked bodies fondling them and each other. Sam had never seen an orgy before,
but this was just so erotic, he supposed this must be one. In the years to cum,
he would experience scenes like this fairly often. Within seconds, he had a
girl straddling his face, another two pushing his hands into their little
pussies. His erect cock was being pushed and pulled by many hands simultaneously,
as were his balls.
Sam didn�t
know which girl was which. He managed to twist his head and looked over at
Sylvia, and similarly, she was a crawling mass of little girl arms and legs.
Pussies were spread, fingers were moving across clitties. He couldn�t lift his
face up, as he was still being straddled, a rosebud pressed to his nose, it�s
distinctive smell tantelising him, his tongue well
inside a tight bald cleft, tasting little girl arousal, when he felt the
distinct sensation of a little mouth sucking the end of his cock. Whose mouth
it was he couldn�t tell. He couldn�t move his head. The girl astride his face
was now gyrating herself onto him. From her movements, he knew she was nearing
her climax. He could taste more and more pungent fluids seeping from her. On
each of his outstretched hands, he had a girl, working themselves up on his
fingers. Both had now manoeuvred his middle fingers into their pussies, their
clits both hard to his touch. They were each slick with arousal, their pussies
slid along his fingers effortlessly. He curled his fingers back by instinct,
and found their vagina entrances. He wiggled his fingertips, and elicited
little squeaks, from whom, he knew not. His fingers sank into unknown little
girl treasures.
He had never
known such an erotic experience. He was in a fairytale land, where all his pedo
heart�s desires and every pleasure he could imagine all came at once.
Sam felt the
familiar feeling, deep in his loins. He was going to come. He had no way of
warning the girl sucking his cock, as another girl�s cunt was pressed hard to
his mouth. He was struggling to breath as well. All of a sudden everything
happened at once. Sam came, the girl sitting astride his face came, as did the
two girls masturbating themselves on his fingers. Across the tent sounds of
orgasmic release told Sam the same was happening there
Sam�s cock
pulsed hard. He could feel the girl was gripping him with both hands firmly,
her mouth sucking him hard. He expected her to pull away as his semen pulsed
into her throat, but if anything, she gripped and sucked harder. He had never
known a sensation like it, and as his second pulse erupted from his cock,
always his biggest, a huge amount of semen was forced into the back of the
girl�s mouth. She still never pulled away, and he felt the contraction of her
mouth, as she swallowed. He pulsed and pulsed. She swallowed again. The other
girls were squealing, groaning, moaning, cooing and gasping. Gradually,
everything seemed to slow, until there was quiet. Sam could hear heavy
breathing, panting even, but otherwise, just the sounds of the forest, the
birds, the wind blowing through the trees and the distant water cascading down
the slopes.
One by one,
the girls all cuddled up to Sam and their Miss. P. They had just experienced
one of the most intensely wonderful sensations of their lives, and they were in
no hurry to end it.
Someone
muttered �All for one, one for all,� it mattered not who, he agreed completely.
He glanced to each side of him, where the girls were cuddling to him. On his
chest was a dead weight. Looking down, all he could see was a mop of ginger red
hair. She lifted her head, it was Amber, who he had force fed his cock the
other night. She looked into his eyes, and smiled. She opened her mouth, and Sam
could see it was full of his cum. She moved her jaw around for a second or two,
as if she were chewing gum, then she swallowed one last time, before resting
her face again on his chest.
It was some
time, before Sam could get the camp motivated. The Club girls were all enjoying
a post orgasmic malaise, while all the other girls were suffering sleepiness
from the after effects of the an�sthetic drops they
had unknowingly swallowed the night before. Finally, though, they were having
breakfast, everything kitted out and ready to move.
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CHAPTER 25
Saturday �
Trekking & Canoeing
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As they were
eating, at about eight o�clock, Sam had a phone call. It was Celine. She said
she was on the way, with a child welfare officer. It would seem Verity Morgan�s
father had been found dead this morning, and they were coming to collect the
girl. They didn�t want the news breaking to her, until she got home. Verity�s
clothes were soon packed up, and by the time Celine arrived, breakfast was over
and cleared up.
�How�s it
going, Sam,� she asked, �looks like you�re well organised, but then again, with
you I wouldn�t expect anything less.�
Sam explained
they had experienced a couple of minor problems, the tent fire and the
unfortunate incident of Sue Evans falling into the Poison Ivy. Halley and Sue
were still at the hospital, and wouldn�t be back. He said he felt they could
manage with just the two of them.
Sam noticed Celine�s eyes following the tiny pale blue terry shorts of
The Choice girls as they moved about the camp. She had a hungry look in her
eyes. He also noticed she chatted for a moment with Jasmine. He remembered the
diary entry he�d seen, for Tuesday night.
Celine and the
welfare woman made their departure with Verity, while Sam called the group
together for a quick briefing. This was going to be a ten mile hike. The small
river, named Mackenzie Creek, which flowed close to their camp meandered up
into the hills, through the high ground, in a huge circular twenty mile curve,
around several hills, climbing all the way until it reached a point directly up
the proposed path. The plan was to cut across the huge curve of the river,
float the canoes, and paddle back down to the camp. He instructed them to carry
as little as possible, except spare water, sun hats and sunscreen. It was going
to be hot. He expected to get to the boats by midday.
The walk was,
at first easy going, and fairly level. Gradually, though, the gradient
increased, and the going got tougher. It was hot, and the less fit found it
hard. They set the pace. Again, Sam was gratified to notice the Choices girls
stuck together. They made a game of two of them each taking an arm of Vera and
Vicky and pulling them, as they were finding it very hard. Sam knew that had
Verity, with her obesity, been here, she would probably have needed regular
stops, slowing everyone down.
Again it was
obvious to Sam that the light blue shorts were being paraded in front of him
again in as great a provocative display as possible. Every now and then, Sam
would notice one or the other move their hand to scratch their bottom, pulling
the material of their leg hole to one side in a pink, exciting flash glimpse to
tease him.�
After an hour,
Sam called a halt for ten minutes rest, and they all sat in shady spots,
sipping water and chatting together. It was a happy group. The only fly in the
ointment being Shirley
They set off
again. It was very hot still, and the little ones were struggling a bit. Lizzie
was carrying Sophie�s pack. He decided to lift Sophie onto his shoulders and carry
her for a while, her weight sitting on top of his rucksack. It didn�t take him
long to become acutely aware of her terry clad pussy rubbing against the back
of his neck. After fifteen minutes, he put her down, and carried the only other
seven year old on the camp, little Jenny Bandon in the same way. Unfortunately,
from Sam�s point of view, she was wearing regular shorts. For the rest of the
journey, he carried them alternately. He liked them both, and it was a good
opportunity to chat to them and get to know them better.
After another
hour, they came out above the trees, and were in open country. Sitting under
the shade of a low cliff, they again enjoyed a short break. While they rested,
Sam had Jenny leaning against him one side and Sophie the other. Soon they were
moving on. The going now was much easier, and progress good. The views up here
were spectacular, and fatigue was overcome by the sheer splendour of what they
could see. Finally, late morning, they arrived at Mackenzie Creek, where the
canoes had been left for them.
At this point,
the creek was a wide shallow lake, no more than three foot deep. Sam told them
all they could swim before lunch if they wanted. Having carried the minimum
they could, no one had towels or costumes. Following the previous day�s
practice though, this mattered not at all, no one gave it a moment�s thought.
They dropped their packs, and stripped off and were splashing in the shallows
in seconds.
Sylvia came
and sat beside Sam on the grass bank. They both watched the fifty odd girls
playing, splashing, squealing and having great fun. Vera called out, �let�s see
who can do the best handstand�. Some girls couldn�t, but most were game to have
a go and flip their legs up in the air. Sam carefully slipped his camera out of
his pocket, and placing it between two large stones, set it running on video.
They had competitions, where they had to do the splits, cartwheels, squats.
Afterwards,
the girls went back to swimming. No self consciousness about their nakedness.
Sylvia sat down beside him again, �did you like that little show Vera laid on
for us?�
�Bloody hell,�
he replied, �I nearly came in my pants. I think I need to sneak behind a tree
or something for some quick relief.�
She laughed,
�Not me, I did come in my pants.� They both roared with laughter.
Sam looked at
Sally as she walked from the water. He thought about her induction, and the way
she�d asked for it to be done. Certainly, nothing was simple with Sally. She
was a complex character. He was very fond of her. While he studied her, he
noticed two odd things. Her pussy looked incredibly attractive. More so than
before, like it was calling to him and secondly, her long silvery hair and thin
pubic hair, seemed to glitter in the sunlight. But it was more than just sunshine
reflecting off her wet hair. She glanced at him, smiling as if she knew his
thoughts. The glittering stopped as quickly as it had started. No one else
seemed to have noticed it. He must have imagined it.
Lunch was
leisurely, and they all enjoyed it. The Choices Club girls sat in a circle near
Sam and Miss. P. Sam noticed Jenny was still sitting with Sophie. The two were
becoming friends. Emily Bandon had also joined the circle and was chatting to
Vicky. He liked his friend�s daughters and wondered if somehow they could
become Choice Club members. Certainly they both had lovely bodies. Now he could
see them naked, sitting with their feet drawn up and knees parted. It was one
thing to look at his best friend�s naked daughters, quite another to fuck them.
He would have to think about that.
�Sam?� asked
Mandy, who was sitting with her back against a large rock,� lifting her knees up and outward, pulling
apart and showing her vagina off, �do you think my pussy�s nicer than Sandy�s?�
Sandy moved her knees up in a similar manner. They were both giggling at Sam�s
discomfiture. The whole Choices group was laughing by now. Even Emily and
Sophie were joining in the laughter.
Sam had to
move off behind the tree nearby, muttering about unfair tricks. Sylvia waited a
moment, before sending Sandy and Mandy after him. They would know how to sort
him out.
The canoes
were the wide venture aluminium army issue type, designed for two men with full
kit, but were suitable to carry at least three young girls. There were twenty
canoes, so some had three, others two. Each had at least one girl who had been
on this trip and used the canoes before. Sam and Miss. P. used a low draft jet
boat, suitable for rescue if required, and could carry any items that may get
wet, as well as first aid kit, extra water, spare paddles and so on. The army
guys had brought it up on a trailer, launched it and tied it to a tree at the
water�s edge.
Lifejackets
were fitted to everyone. Sam smiled when they seemed to all want him to check
the fitting, using the excuse to rub their naked bottoms against his thigh. He
wondered whether he should tell them to dress, but decided no one else was up
in the high valleys, why bother. Besides, he enjoyed it.
Finally they
were ready, Sam had completed the safety briefing and ensured everyone knew
what they were doing. He got them to each paddle in a figure of eight to ensure
they could steer. He explained there were some rapids along the way, but no
�white water�, although in places, the gorge narrowed and the water speed
increased dramatically. One of these, about half way along the course, was
called �Snake�s Fork� where the water shot down a long channel very quickly to
the right. On the left side, there was a tall rock, and to the left of that was
a waterfall which they must keep away from. He would warn them of any hazards
as they approached them.
Sam used their
paddling out into the lake as an opportunity of allowing them to practice. The
canoes were pretty stable, and almost impossible to capsize. The stream leaving
the lake, was at first very benign. The girls were having a wonderful time, as
they scooted along at a fine pace. The country was beautiful, sun warm and they
were loving it.
Further, the
gorge narrowed, and water speed increased. They shot along through the narrows,
and were excited and squealing to each other as they came out into the calmer
water below. Several more of these narrows came and went, the girls getting
better at handling their craft, always looking forward to the next narrows. After
an hour, Sam called a halt, to allow them to have a drink, and stretch their
legs for a few minutes, before they were off again. He really liked watching
them. Some didn�t even go behind a tree to take a piss. He enjoyed too watching
their naked bums, as they bent getting in and out of the canoes.
The mountains
provided an immense backdrop to them, as they paddled on. Their course was a
large curve, round the back of a series of hills, of nearly twenty miles.�
The girls
enjoyed this, the highlight of the whole camping trip, enormously. It was like
an extended log flume ride at a theme park, which went on for nearly four
hours.
Sam motored
passed everyone, and warned them the Snake�s Fork was coming up. He told them
to keep right. Shirley
The drop was
only about twelve feet, but it might as well have been a hundred. Sam brought
the rescue craft as fast as possible passing the last of the canoes to take the
run. He landed beside the large rock, and leapt ashore. He called to Miss. P.
to take the boat down the shoot after the last canoe had traversed it, and meet
him below the falls. He turned, looked over the edge. Below, he could see the
upturned craft, and the three girls clinging to it. He jumped, and landed in
the water some ten yards away. Fortunately the water was deep in the pool, and
he was soon with the girls.
They had been
frightened, but he was really proud of them when he realised they were already
organised and swimming the canoe, now righted, towards the little beach on the
far bank, fifteen yards away. Sam swam with them and helped them run the craft
up the shingle, before turning it over to drain the water. At that moment,
Miss. P. appeared from downstream in the power boat, looking worried, but on
seeing there were no injuries, smiled at them all. He went to the rescue boat
and found three new paddles to replace the ones lost and putting them in the
canoe, helped the girls re-launch it. They used the painter to tow the canoe
back to where the rest of the convoy was waiting for them on a small beach
further downstream. He felt it was time for another break, so issued out some
small bottles of water, and some small chocolate bars he had brought with him.
Taking Shirley
The girl stood
there, admiring her nails, then looking bored into the distance, before rolling
her eyes and with an exasperated sigh demanded, �Have you finished yet? Can we
get on with the trip? I�m not interested in what you have to say, so save your
breath. You were in charge, you were in the safety boat. You had two staff
members away and yet still ran the trip. It would have been your fault, not
mine.� She walked away from him.
Sam couldn�t
believe this girl�s arrogance. She had intentionally put the lives of three
young school girls at risk, and was abdicating all responsibility. He fumed,
but realised there was nothing he could do. Certainly she would never come on
one of his trips again. All he could do today was re-allocate the two girls in
her canoe into other boats, and take Shirley�s canoe under tow, with her
sitting in it.
The rest of
the trip down the river was uneventful, but Sam fumed never-the-less. Sylvia
teased him from time to time as they continued their journey through the
breathtaking countryside. Eventually, she said, �Sam, I have an idea. Why don�t
we give her a good dose of those drops of yours tonight, and then you can let
Vera, Vicky and Sally have their revenge. Don�t let her spoil your day. Keep
your powder dry.�
Sam saw the
sense in Sylvia�s words, and was soon enjoying the trip again, ignoring the
moaning coming from the canoe in tow.
Finally, the
flotilla arrived back at the lower pool, where the canoes were stored in their
lock up boatshed with the sailing boats they would use tomorrow. Sam didn�t
need to winch the rescue boat out on it�s trailer, as he would need it the next
day, so chained and padlocked it to the jetty. The walk up to the campsite took
twenty minutes.���
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CHAPTER 26
Saturday Night
� Sally�s Induction
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The early
evening went much as the previous one. Firewood collected, fire-pit lit,
cooking underway. The girls were all very tired from the long walk and longer
canoe journey. But it was a warm tiredness from a day of achievement. Today was
one of those days these girls would remember all their lives.
The sun went
down, just as they started to eat. It was still very hot. Sam hoped there
wouldn�t be a storm before they got home on Monday. Vicky put some music on
again. This was an evening of good food, good company and good atmosphere.
Again Sam noticed Vicky and Vera feeding Hannah much of their food. Even
Shirley seemed to join the fun, despite her previously churlish and morose
attitude to everyone. Again they sang some favourite old songs to some karaoke
music tracks.
It wasn�t long
after the meal that yawns and arm stretching signalled time for bed. Miss. P.
came round with a spiked nightcap for everyone. This time, though she made sure
all The Choices girls had nothing to make them sleep, and the others just had a
low dose to make sure they got to sleep. The one exception was Shirley, who got
a full dose. By the time Sylvia and Sam had cleared away the meal, snores were
coming from many of the tents. They looked into one or two tents, and saw the
little near naked bodies lying on top of their sleeping bags, fast asleep.
They walked
over to the large tent being used by The Club girls, and inside found a very
different atmosphere. Here was one of excitement, expectation, a tension in the
air even. The girls just had their panties on, and were sitting around the
walls of the tent in a wide circle. Sam and Miss. P. slipped in and sat with
their backs to the door.
�Do you think
we should have a wish tonight?� asked Sam. �What would you wish for? Whose turn
is it to go first? Hannah�s I think.� There were nods. �Yes, Hannah, what would
you like to wish for?�
�I know it
sounds wrong to ask for something bad,� she said in an apologetic tone, �but my
friends could have died today because of that Shirley. I wish we could do
something about her.�
�I know how
you feel, Hannah,� said Sam, �but we mustn�t become as bad as her, having a
little fun is one thing, harming her is another. Let�s all think about that
one. Sally it�s your turn next. What would you like.�
Sally was
sitting at the far end of the tent, looking quite aloof, leaning on the tent
pole. �Sam, Miss. P., all I want is to be inducted into The Choices Club. Not
long ago, I was in a very dark place. In a very few days, you have become my
best friends, when before I had none, and I love all of you.� Sam felt quite
emotional at her heart felt request.
Vera and Vicky
were next, and asked for suitable retribution to befall Shirley.
Sandy and
Mandy, said they didn�t want anything special, but asked for their �extra
tuition� lessons to continue and be inducted next week.
Amber wanted
Sam to give her and Sophie, who was too shy to ask, a special cuddle, like he
did yesterday under the waterfall, and make them feel all nice and tingly
again.
Sam asked
everyone to help in this, as he wanted the two youngsters to feel at home and
part of The Club. �Alright everyone, lets get naked!�
Sam slipped
off his sweats, and lay down in the centre of the tent on a bed of sleeping
bags. His erection was hardening by the second �Come and cuddle into me girls,�
he indicated to the two sisters. They slipped their panties off and shuffled
over, either side of Sam�s six pack body. He firstly just placed his arms
around their shoulders, and ran his fingers up and down their knobbly spines,
cuddling them and letting them do the same.
After a few
minutes, he let his fingers trail down over their small globular bums into the
cracks of their bottoms, and allowed them to sink down into the little dips
where their rosebuds nestled. He felt them flex slightly at his touch. He
pushed further down, his finger tips passing over their perinea, and into the
dips that were the entrances to their vaginas. He moved his fingers lightly
around them for a moment. He felt a small muscular spasm from Amber. His
fingers could just reach through their clefts, and nudged gently into their
clitties, where he caressed them for a few minutes. He could feel them starting
to react to their arousal, as he stimulated their most sensitive places.
Dampness ran onto his fingers, as the two tiny girls reacted instinctively to
their bodies demands.
Sam rolled
Amber up onto his chest, with her facing upwards. Her legs fell either side of
his. He reached down, and pushed his cock down and up, so it was pressing
against her pussy nudging the length of her cleft. He indicated the other girls
come and attend to their friends needs. Meanwhile, he reached to his other side,
and whispered for Sophie to come and squat on his face, so he could lick her
and make her feel especially good.
The seven year
old jumped up, and facing her sister, lowered herself carefully down. She felt
Sam�s hands on her bottom, guiding her down, until her little pussy, pulled
wide apart from the position of her little legs, settled onto Sam�s nose and
mouth. She immediately felt his tongue start to explore her slit, running back
and forth along her most private place. She felt him flick his tongue on her
little button. She�d heard her friend call it a clit. He made her feel
wonderful. She felt all tingly again inside, just like she had yesterday. She
was also aware of her friends� hands touching her body. Her little nipples now
tingling too were being rubbed and she even had Lizzie kneel beside her, her
knees far apart, inviting her to feel between her legs.
Sophie had
never felt so good in her life. This was even better than yesterday, this was
just�.this was just�.. Her climax suddenly overwhelmed the little girl.
Blinding lights flashed behind her closed eyelids, as she cried out, feeling an
intensity of pleasure never before felt, but yearned for in her deepest
instinctive desire. Her legs turned to jelly, she dropped her weight onto Sam�s
face, as she ground out her pleasure onto him.
Sam couldn�t
believe how the little seven year old had climaxed. She ground her pussy harder
and harder onto his cheeks, nose, lips and tongue, spreading her liquid preteen
arousal onto his face. She squirted a surprising amount of little girl cum
juice into his mouth. It tasted like nectar. This was just so arousing.
Meantime, her
sister was being attended to by her new friends, who were using his cock to rub
her pussy. They had rubbed, massaged and aroused her tiny nipples into needle
points of desire. They had caressed her thighs, pussy and every sensitive spot,
until she was in a state of pre-climactic bliss. The point of no return, when
you know you�re going to fall into the abyss of pleasure, but trying to make it
last. Finally, she started to go rigid, a shaking of her muscles, and her
orgasm swept through her. Sam�s pre-cum coated cock slid up and down through
her cleft, pushing against her clitty. Fingers caressing her, raising her
pleasure to higher and higher levels until she suddenly passed out, Coming
around a couple of minutes later. She was being cuddled by Vicky and Vera, who
were themselves cuming, as they rubbed her legs between their chubby thighs.
Sam sat up,
and looked around. Everyone was engaged in pleasuring themselves and each
other. Everyone, that is except for himself and Sally, who was still sitting at
the far end of the tent, leaning against the post. Sam smiled at her, and she
smiled back. He looked at his watch, it was getting late, and Sally�s special
turn needed to be kept on time.
After things
calmed down, Sam asked, �OK, that was Amber and Sophie�s wish,� he smiled,
thinking it had fulfilled everyone�s� wishes. �Who else,� he thought for a
moment, �Lizzie, what about you?� Lizzie was still lying with her face in
Hannah�s pussy, lapping the last of her cousin�s moisture from between her
labia lips.
�Oh, err, I
hadn�t thought of one for me,� she said, wiping her lips with the back of her
hand, �rather I wanted to make Sally�s night really special, besides, I�ve got
my joker if I really need a wish. What if we all carry her up to the clearing
on our shoulders, you know like a virgin from centuries ago being sacrificed.�
Sam was touched that again, this recent thief, now she had some real friends,
was asking for something for someone else, not herself. He made a mental note
to ensure she was rewarded in some way. He had no idea how soon his admiration
for her was to be put to the test and destroyed.
�What about
you, Miss. P., and you Sam, what would you like?�
Miss. P., who
had been enjoying another really intense lesbian session with Sandy and Mandy
for the last half an hour, looked up and said �I am so happy at the moment, I
don�t need a wish. Perhaps I will claim a double wish another time. And you
Sam, what would you like?�
�Well,� he
said thoughtfully, �I was busy last night, so I couldn�t sleep in here, but
tonight, after we get back from Sally�s induction, I want to be really close to
each of you. I would like it if each of you slept, on top of me for about half
an hour, during the night, so I can feel each of you, you know, really, really
feel you, while you sleep.� The girls smiled and looked at each other and
nodded.
At the
appointed hour, they all got out of the tent, and put their sandals on. Other
than that, they were all naked, except Sally, who came out in a long white
nightdress. Where this had come from Sam couldn�t imagine. Perhaps she had
brought it from home for just this purpose. She had woven some flowers into her
hair, which only now did Sam notice. The girls stood in two lines, in order of
height, either side of Sally. They faced inwards, and picked her up, holding
her in their arms, before lifting her up and turning, placed her on their
shoulders. The procession moved off.�
Everyone was naked but for their sandles and
Sally in her long white gown. The glade was only about ten minutes walk away,
and as they approached, Sam noticed a low glow of light, which shortly he
recognised as a circle of the camp lamps, surrounding the flat topped stone.
The stone had been covered in a thick carpet of wild flowers, laid on top of a
sleeping bag. A pillow of some sort was at one end. Sally was reverently
lowered on to her feet at one end, and Sandy and Mandy lifted her shoulder
straps away, allowing her nightdress to fall to the forest floor. They then
lifted her again before laying her onto the stone.
Sally was in a
dream world, her mind ethereal. All her life this was how she had imagined
Prince Charming would seduce her. Her maidservants around her, tending her. Her
prince approached. She beckoned him on, lifting her knees upward and outward.
She watched as he looked down on her, as he kissed her tenderly on her lips, as
he moved his mouth to her breast, sucking her in, and then it�s twin. She hoped
he liked her. She really hoped that. She watched, as he knelt on the end of her
bed of nature, his body there just for her. She felt him caress her legs and
the warmth of his thighs, as he came between hers. She was aware he encouraged
her friends to lean in and stimulate her. She knew this was unnecessary, as she
had been aroused beyond measure all day. She knew this was her moment.
Just then, the
moon, full tonight, came out from behind a wispy cloud, illuminating the scene
in a misty light, casting silvery shadows over them all. Just then, she heard
voices, thousands of voices far away, calling her name. Did she imagine it, was
it a dream? Could Sam and her friends not hear the voices? Was it just her?
Sally�s hair glistened silver, and further down, her thin pubic hair sparkled,
as the moonlight reflected a thousand tiny lights from her almost invisible
hair. It was perfect. She was ready.
Sam knew by
instinct that some spell had come over Sally. She was in a dream world. But
seeing how her hair sparkled once more, made him realise something special was
happening. Something beyond his understanding. She had been stimulated, her
arousal a thick slimy translucent flow, twinkled in the reflected moonlight,
like liquid silver. Her clitoris poked from it�s hood, standing proud, it�s
own, moon-shadow pointing to her sacred place. He leaned forward, supporting
his weight on his knees and hands and now down onto his elbows, his pubis
lowering onto her mons. His cock nudged into her cleft just above her vagina,
and with a slight curl of his hips, dropped into the cavity at her virgin
entry.
Sally was
still far away in her dream world, her head moved from side to side, as though
she were experiencing distant people and places. She felt a wonderful sensation
as his cock pressed into her entry. She wanted him in, now. She curled her
pelvis towards him, and immediately felt his cock head pop through her tight
ring. She paused. She wanted this to last all night, and yet she wanted him all
the way into her immediately, immediately. She wanted that new itch, deep
inside her, scratched. She wanted more. All her life she had been bullied,
everyone else telling her what to do. Now, she had her heart�s desire. She felt
a love for Sam overwhelming her. He had turned her life from hell to heaven.
She loved her new friends. She was experiencing a revelation, as if her life
was starting anew. She was being transmogrified.
Sam had
paused. Sally�s unexpected movement had thrust his cock inside her tight entry.
He didn�t want this wonderful experience for her to end in pain. He didn�t
realise, pain was the last thing she felt right now. He could just feel her
hymen pressing against his end. He started a gentle rocking motion, in and out,
back and forth. She started to breath heavily through her nose. Her breaths
turned to snorts. She was going to climax. He thrust forward, breaking through
her, penetrating her to about three inches. She never flinched, she never
paused. Her world of fantasy had taken her away to a distant place, the voices
in her head a comfort to her. Her climax was going to crash in soon. Sam pulled
back, and thrust forward, back and forward going deeper each time. His cock
penetrating her passage as it peeled apart, open to his intrusion. He felt a
heat within her. It was something he hadn�t felt with the others. This was
different. Finally, he bottomed out. His pubic hair was pressed against her
mons. He paused a moment, then he pulled almost all the way out, and thrust
back in, bumping her deepest part, out and back in. Repeatedly, he built his
pace and force. His eyes and hers were locked on each other. A silent
communication somehow passing between them.
Sally had
climaxed the moment he had entered her. Her orgasm had been continuous and
increased in intensity, as he went deeper. He hit that itch, deep within her,
and kept bumping it, releasing the tension inside her that had built up from a
lifetime of being the underdog. She had now found her Mount Olympus, her reason
for living, as if her very being had been liberated at this moment. She
continued to stare deep into his eyes, drawing something from his soul,
something from his strength, something from his spirit. She felt herself
changing, strengthening, growing. The voices guiding her, giving her vision and
perception.
The moon shone
down on to her beautiful face, her blond hair glistening silver in it�s light.
She was still in a deep climax, it may have lasted a minute or a lifetime, but
it was all consuming. Nothing else mattered. A line of close friends stood
either side of her, as she ascended into a new world. A world where she knew
she would be respected, loved and where she knew her mind. Her friends were all
caressing her, making her initiation, in a sense, theirs too.
Sam was aware
something had transformed the eleven year old girl. He sensed a new maturity in
her movements, looks and even the grunts of her orgasm. He was pressing on her
belly, but his forearms were under her upper chest, his hands cupping the tops
of her shoulders, pulling her down to their union. His knees almost straight,
with her inner thighs pressing against the outside of his.
The time had
come. Sam knew the girl�s need. He knew he was exorcising something unknown
from her. He wanted her to be released. He started to pound into her. His cock
slamming into her as deep as he could. His thighs started to slap on hers, his
balls swung up smacking her bottom. He had been far more gentle with the other
little girls he had fucked, but he knew she needed this. Her groans, cries and
tears of passion and pleasure now flowing freely. She was clinging with her
clawed hands onto his shoulders, nails digging into him, curling herself to
meet every wonderful thrust he gave to her. She was aware instinctively of a change
coming over him. He stiffened slightly, his cock swelled deep inside her, and
then he came. Oh how he came. She felt him spurt deep into her. Deep, deep into
her. Her own climax went up another level. Her scream of ecstacy
could be heard throughout the forest. She had never in her short life ever
experienced pleasure the like of which she was enjoying at this moment. He
spurted into her again and again. Each ejaculation seemed to be filling her
more and more. His pulsing cock stimulating exquisite pleasure within her
passage, which in turn tightly gripped his shaft.
Finally, the
two seemed to freeze. Their climaxes ebbed slowly away, leaving a wonderful
feeling of peace and togetherness. Not just in the two of them, but in the
whole group. It was as if their conjugation had also united the whole group
into a closer more intimate, interdependent family. Soon they would discover
how true that was and the important part she would one day play in their
future.
Sam�s cock
slowly wilted, and withdrew from the recently virgin girl. He lifted his weight
off her, and climbed down from the stone. Sally remained where she was, and
Miss. P. bent down and whispered something in her ear. The girl nodded. Her
favourite teacher then bent between Sally�s thighs, and licked away the pink
semen, seeping from between her thighs. Two of the other girls lifted Sally�s
legs up and outwards, allowing their Miss. P. to have better access to her
nectar, her little girl ambrosia feast.
At last, after
Miss. P. had finished, Sally swung her legs round, and sat on the edge of the
stone. She felt like a new person. Determination in her soul. At that moment,
Sam approached her, and held out a silver choker necklace in his two hands. She
bent forwards towards him, to allow him to clip it round her neck. Her face was
now just an inch or two from his lovely cock. She cupped his balls with one
hand, and stroked the top of his sticky cock with the other, and kissed the
end. This wasn�t for arousal, but in affection at what it had given her. She
brought her head up and in a clear tone said, �I would like to pledge to you
all, I will always follow all five of The Club rules. Also, Sam, thank you for
making my first time so very special. I will treasure the memory all my life.
And thank you for my lovely necklace.�
Sally stood,
and looked around her. They all now knew she was a different person. Her poise,
the way she held her head, her demeanour. They had all known her as a small shy
submissive person. This was a very different Sally. She seemed to have grown
several inches in height. She didn�t know it then, she would become a great
leader.� The whole world would one day
come to know and respect this once downtrodden girl.
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CHAPTER 27
Saturday Night
� Amber�s Induction
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It was Sally,
on their way back to the camp, who announced what they should do about Shirley.
She announced �Shirley shouldn�t be punished by them, but by nature. They
didn�t understand what she meant, but she said it with such authority, no one
disagreed with her. Sam and Miss. P. harboured some concerns. They said that
perhaps they should not be involved, and turn a blind eye to what was to
follow.
The time was about
one thirty when they returned. Apart from their sandals, they were still naked.
They gathered round in a circle, before moving to Shirley�s tent, which was set
aside from the others. They unzipped the tent flaps, and saw the girl lying,
like everyone else, on top of her sleeping bag. They reached in, and with her
still lying on it, carefully pulled the sleeping bag, and her with it, out of
the tent. They then reached down, and slipped the girl�s panties down and off
her legs, tossing them back into the tent.
Sam and Miss.
P. admitted that although Shirley was a nasty piece of work, she was pretty,
with a beautiful body. She hadn�t exposed herself during the camp, always
wearing a costume when swimming. And during their first night�s tour of the
tents, when Verity was still in it, they hadn�t made the detour to check her
out.� So they were keen to see her naked.
See what her pussy looked like. In a way it was a disappointment. She had
shrivelled wrinkles across her mons and labia lips. She even had a wart beside
her cunt. Sam had seen many more attractive pudenda. It had surprised him over
the last couple of days how an ugly girl could have a beautiful pussy, whilst a
pretty girl, like Shirley, could have such an ugly one. No wonder she had kept
covered up.
The girls
dragged the sleeping bag across the ground, with the sleeping child on it, into
the centre of the area where all the other tents were.� There, was a small sapling. It was only about
seven feet high, it�s trunk perhaps two inches or less in diameter. They rolled
the girl onto her front, and pushed her knees up, so she was in a kneeling
position. Her arms were folded, and her face rested on top of them. In this
position, her bottom was sticking high in the air, her anus and pussy fully on
display. Finally, they dragged the sleeping bag towards the tree, until her
pussy rested tightly up against the thin tree trunk. That�s where they left the
unfortunate girl for the rest of the night.
Everyone was
tired. The fun was over, and they all needed sleep. Everyone, that is except
Sam, who could cope with just an hour or two a night. He looked forward to
having his wish fulfilled.
Sam suggested
he lay in the centre of the tent on his back. He wrote numbers on scraps of
paper to decide on the order, folded and scattered them on the ground, and
invited them to pick one. They all wanted their turn with him, with the
exception of Sally, who was already curled up on her side, facing away from
them at the far end of the tent, fast asleep. A runnel of pink tainted semen
dribbling down her thigh from her still, visibly inflamed, vagina. They each
picked one of the folded papers, and opened them together. Who was number
one?� It was little seven year old
Sophie. She had had a lovely day, but she was dead on her feet now, desperately
tired. So when Sam laid her face down on his belly and chest, her legs either
side of his hips, he was not surprised that she fell asleep almost immediately.
Her little snores just whispers of the innocent child.�
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The other girls
lay down around him in the order of their numbers. Like Sophie, they too were
tired, after the long day and soon all fell asleep. Sam cuddled the little
girl. He loved feeling her gentle breathing against his belly, as her chest
rose and fell. Her little arms cuddled into his sides as though not wanting him
to escape. He ran his fingers down her spine, feeling her skin, so silky to his
touch. Further down, the gentle rise of her bottom, where her little globes
rose up. They were firm but yielding. He then ran his fingers gently through
the crease of her bottom, parted, because of the position of her legs either
side of his hips.
Sam reached
down, and grasped his cock, and lifted it out from under her and up, allowing
it to nestle between her bottom cheeks. His fuck with Sally had nearly drained
him, but a little trickle of pre-cum ran from his tip, which he scooped off
with his middle finger and pushed into her tiny anus. He very gently applied
some pressure, and felt her immediately dilate. She was so soundly asleep,
there was no muscular reaction. His finger slowly slipped into her, firstly one
knuckle, then the second. He paused, then withdrew it a little and pressed it
back in. He wasn�t going to take this any further, but he really enjoyed
feeling inside this tiny girl�s poop chute for a few minutes. At last, he
pulled his finger out and moved further down her cleft. Her little cunt was
spread open, and again he dabbed a little more pre-cum on his, now smelly,
finger, and pushed it carefully into her entry. He immediately felt her hymen
pushing back against him. He just loved feeling this little girl up, who had
consented for him to do this, and whose mother had expressly given him
permission to molest her. Finally, he decided to diddle her clitoris. She
didn�t react in any way, other than her clit became slightly engorged, as he
played with it. Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was time for his next
lover. Hannah had drawn number two.
Sam carefully
rolled onto his side, and laid Sophie down. She never stirred from her sleep.
He had really enjoyed his intimate cuddles with the tiny preteen. He moved
over, to where Hannah was also laying on her side, facing towards him. He
wondered if he could do this without waking her. She stirred a little, as he lifted
her leg over his. He then placed her arm over his chest, and sliding one arm
under her and the other round her shoulder, cuddling her tight, he rolled onto
his back, taking her with him. Her legs fell either side of his hips. He
immediately noticed just how light she still was, but he could already feel her
slack skin was beginning to fill out again.
She lifted her
head slightly, and muttered something in her sleep, before resting her face
back on his chest and going back into her deep well earned slumber. Sam reached
under, and lifted his cock out, which like with Sophie, rested between the
cheeks of her bottom.
Sam ran his
fingers down her bottom crack and over her perineum, until he felt the damp
moisture of arousal flowing from her open vagina. He slipped his finger into
her. There was no resistance at all, and he found her passage very damp, he
presumed from the evening�s activities as well as anticipation of having her
turn with him tonight.
He slowly
pulled his finger out of her, and hunched his body a little, to allow his cock
to come to bear. He pressed the tip to her entry, and was surprised that with
her damp arousal and his own pre-cum, he slipped through her entry without any
force. His rim, just popped through. He paused, before pushing deeper. He
slipped further and further into the sleeping child, feeling his cock
exquisitely peeling open her passage, as he penetrated her. Finally, he hit her
end. For the third time since he had known her, his uncircumcised cock was
totally and tightly encased inside the vagina of the thin, dark haired, Jewish
beauty.
Sam pulled out
and reversed, his scope for movement limited. He started a rhythm, fucking the
ten year old. He became aware, though, that she was responding to his
movements, and as his thrusts became firmer and quicker, she was hunching back
at him. He fucked her harder still, and all too soon felt her stiffen, and moan
as her climax swept through her. Her pussy was by now clamping in spasms on his
cock. She suddenly went quiet, her movements ceased. She was asleep again.
Amazing. Sam rolled her back into the position he had found her. He pulled his
hard cock from her and counted in his head who was next. Lizzie.
She was also
lying on her side, facing inwards, as were all the girls. He guessed, so they
could watch him, although sleep had overtaken them all. He repeated his
previous method to swing her up on top of him. She woke up though as he pulled
her up. She silently sat astride of him, reached down and lifting herself up,
reached for his, still sticky, slimy cock, and pushing it back through her
cleft, nestling into her entry, and pressed down, to penetrate into her cunt.
Lizzie lifted herself up as though she were doing the squats in the gym, and
dropped down, up and down. He briefly recalled how her legs had been in this
same position the previous week, when she�d shoved the tanto
dagger in and out of her cunt in the shower. As she came down each time, her
weight was entirely on his pubis, his cock pressing hard, almost painfully into
her cervix, deep inside her.
Like her
friend, it didn�t take Lizzie long to feel those, now familiar, feelings deep
inside her, and as she fucked him, she felt the avalanche of sensations
suddenly overtake her. She collapsed down onto his chest, humping his cock, as
he too was humping her cunt. This was very animalistic. She wasn�t doing this
for love, or even for him. She was doing this entirely for her own carnal
pleasure. Storm clouds of fate were gathering over Lizzie though, and only too
soon would the storm break.
�Whereas she did love Sam now, despite the
beating he gave her at the beginning of the week, she fully intended to get as
much of his cock into her as often as she could from now on. She knew she was
addicted to sex, and very hard sex at that. Her orgasm continued for a couple
of minutes, before slowly diminishing and finally fading to nothing. She still
panted, catching her breath. She paused, realising that Sam was slipping away.
He was going to sleep himself. She lay her head back on his chest, and clenched
her pussy on his long cock, still deep inside her. He moaned quietly in his
sleep, before a gentle snore told her he�d gone. She soon fell asleep herself,
his cock lodged just where she wanted it.
Sam awoke
about an hour later. It was still dark. He rolled Lizzie off to one side. She
stirred a little, but he knew she was sound asleep. Amber was next, the lovely
ginger haired eight year old. Repeating the process of before, he pulled her
leg over him, and then clinging to her body, rolled her over on top of him. She
mumbled in her sleep. He really loved this little girl. She had unknowingly
deep throated him, then she had voluntarily given him a fantastic blow job and
swallowed it in a surprisingly sexy manner, and twice let him molest her and
bring her to orgasm, at the same time letting him feel all over her little
body. What more could a pedo ask of a child.
He again
adjusted his cock, so it lay in the valley between the pre-teen�s bottom
cheeks. He had recovered somewhat since he inducted Sally, and was aware of his
pre-cum leaking into her crevice in far more copious quantities. He ran his
fingers through her cleft, enjoying the feel of his slime, as he spread it
along the child�s labia. Hunching his hips, he adjusted himself, so now his
cock was at her entry, pressing lightly into her. She was still sound asleep.
He lay like that for a few minutes, the pressure of his cock, trying to
penetrate into her, constant. He felt a tiny slip. She had dilated just a
fraction, then another and another. Suddenly, his cock head popped through her
ever so tight ring at her entry. She awoke, lifted her head, and peeking out
through unfocused, tired eyes, looked at him and smiled. His cock pulsed. She
felt it inside her, and a look of surprise showed on her face. She smiled
again.
�Are you
fucking me Sam?� she asked in her sleepy, childish voice. �I don�t mind if you
want to.�
Sam couldn�t
believe his ears. He cuddled her hard to him. He brought his face down to hers,
and kissed her on the lips. It was long, warm and loving. He was only too aware
of her hymen pressing against his crown, wondering how to deal with one so
young. She answered his conundrum for him, as she scooted up, onto her toes,
(her knees not being able to reach), her hands pressing against his chest. She
moved forward and back, forward and back, almost as though taking stock, before
pushing herself down on him hard, forcing him into her. She gasped, collapsed
back onto his chest, her face pressed to him. She just lay there. A single tear
ran down her cheek onto his chest.
�Are you OK,
Amber, darling?� he asked, �do you want to stop?�
�I�m OK,� she
said, �it just stung for a moment, I think I�ll be alright now. Can we carry on
now, Sam? Would it be OK for my friends to see?�
Amber shook
all the girls she could reach and told them excitedly what was happening. They
woke the others, and soon, there was a circle of bleary eyed, naked girls and a
teacher watching with anticipation what was about to happen. Because of the
position Amber was in, straddling Sam, her pussy was completely open to view,
and when a couple of the girls got their flash lights out, they could see at
close quarters Sam�s cock, seemingly filling the gap between Amber�s thighs, an
impossibly big cock penetrating a tiny girl�s even tinier vagina. They could
see the pink viscous fluid running from under Sam�s cock, where her virginal
bleed had seeped out. They could see her skin stretched so far, it was white
rather than pink,� there was tension and
tightness where they were joined. Tight, so, so tight.
All the girls
gently placed their hands on Amber�s flanks, letting her know they were
supporting her in this important moment in her life. Amber started to undulate
just a little on him. She wanted him now inside her, all the way inside her,
her body and her instinct, and friends, guiding her. She started to feel a need
building within her. A feeling she�d never had before. She curled her hips
forward and back, forward and back. She felt him slip a fraction into her. She
repeated it, and again felt the same. She could feel her passage way down
inside, peeling open, as it welcomed him in, then all of a sudden, he slipped
all the way in, in one long slow movement, until he bumped into her end. Their
audience could see there was still a couple of inches of his cock outside her,
before she lifted back up, almost letting him out, before dropping down again.
Amber had
always dreamed of what it would be like when she had her first time. She had
feared it, for it might hurt, she had welcomed it, for it might bring her
status as a grown up girl, but she had never dreamed she would feel the
sensations now coursing through her. Every slight movement of his cock inside
her pussy was sending wonderful electrifying feelings of pleasure through her
body, radiating out from a point deep inside her tummy.
Amber�s
friends were watching transfixed, as they saw Sam�s long thin cock slide in and
out of her tiny vagina. As they looked, they could see her clitty being dragged
into her cunt hole by the friction between his cock and her surrounding skin.
Then as he withdrew, it was as if she was being turned inside out, as the flesh
of her vagina clung to him, reluctantly letting him slip away, before he
plunged in again.
Amber, as
Sam�s cock slid in and out of her, felt as though she was being lifted higher
and higher into a cloud of pleasure. In her mind, she was reaching out for a
shining light and needing to grasp it, and as she did, as she grasped it, she
came in a sudden unimaginable flow of blissful pleasure, which swept through
her, sweeping away all concerns. The only thing that mattered was this moment,
this pleasure, this ecstatic feeling, like a wave of pure bliss she was riding.
Sam couldn�t
believe just how much this little girl was enjoying her first time. She was
only eight years old at the end of the day. Her facial expressions, betraying
her emotions, kept changing from an angelic look, experiencing an inner
ecstasy, to what appeared to be intense concentration, as her mind processed
the pleasure flowing through her. He could feel his own orgasm approaching now,
and as she moved up and down him in a tight, almost too tight grasp on his
cock, he knew it would be another monster.
Suddenly, he
pulled her down as far as he could onto him, his cock pressed deep, hard into
her cervix. He spurted, as he climaxed, then it was as though the flood gates
opened, he erupted, exploding with intense pleasure, deep into her, again and
again. Each pulse spurting what felt like gallons into the little girl. He was
pressed so hard into her, it could only go deep, deep into her womb.
Amber felt Sam
pulsing way down inside her. She had never felt anything so good in her life.
She had thought her climax before was the best feeling she�d ever had, but it
compared to nothing when this new overwhelming sensation coursed through her.
She cried out, her muscles turned to jelly, she collapsed onto Sam. She passed
out, and her bladder let go.
�Well,� said
Miss. P., taking a Kleenex and mopping some of the urine, �that�s something you
don�t see every day.� Her quip took the tension out of the air, and suddenly
everyone was smiles and laughter, hugging and caressing each other. They knew
they were a special community of friends, and it seemed every time there was an
induction, their bond grew stronger, and there had been two very special
inductions in one night. Two virginities offered and taken. There was now
nothing they wouldn�t do for each other.
Amber came
round after a few moments, and looked up at Sam�s face and smiled. He was still
pressing against that place deep inside. It didn�t demand scratching as it had
before, but she was content for him to leave it there. It was comforting.
Gradually though, Sam�s cock withdrew, as his erection weakened, finally
slipping from her. Miss. P. was ready, and as soon as she could, she leaned in
to suck and lap at the eight year old�s excretions, as pink secretions started
to flow from the youngster, mixed with a small amount of the girl�s urine.
Hardly any semen seeped out at all. It was lodged far inside the little girl
and would only seep out of her slowly through out the day.
One or two of
the other girls had by now learned that their teacher liked to be fondled while
she undertook this messy, but ritualistic practice each time there was an
induction. And, soon enough, their Miss. P. was moaning and grunting, as she
too enjoyed her climax.�
After things
had settled down, the group lay still for a few minutes, as they caught their
breath. Sam sat up, and rustled in his pack. He pulled out a long thin box, and
taking out the choker necklace inside, placed it around Amber�s neck and
clicked it shut.
Amber, wiped a
tear from her eye. She was so happy. Her whole life had changed for the better
in the last week, and she now had many things to look forward to. She loved her
mummy, but she now loved these friends almost as much. She hugged Sam tight,
then sat up and recited what she�d heard the others say, �I would like to
pledge to you all, I will always follow all five of The Club rules. Also, Sam,
thank you for making my first time so very special. I will treasure the memory
all my life. And thank you for my lovely necklace.�
Sam lay his
head down. He knew sleep was going to overwhelm him in moments. As he slipped
away, he became aware of two naked girls cuddling up to him. Sandy and Mandy
deciding to play a few games of their own with Sam�s body, while they had the
chance. It was only an hour until dawn, and they knew he would be awake by
then.
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CHAPTER 28
Sunday Morning
Early � Sophie�s Lesson
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Sam woke in a
tangle of arms and legs. It took him a few moments to work out who was lying on
him, up to him, across his legs. He twitched his fingers, to find they had been
pushed between two crotches. He could feel the dampness of a pair of tight
cunts. He lifted his head and looked around the tent. He had never seen so much
naked flesh in his life. Everyone but he was sound asleep. His erection had
been the cause of him awakening, or at least the need to pee driven erection,
had been.
Carefully, he
wriggled out from under the spaghetti of limbs, and slipped out of the tent and
walked across the camp towards the latrine he used. He passed Shirley, who was
still in her kneeling position, stark naked, with the sapling trunk filling her
cleft from anus to clitoris. He half considered standing over her and just
pissing on the girl, but decided against it, tempting as it was.
He quickly
walked over to a nearby tree, relieving himself gratefully. He thought about
how the camp had gone. Since arriving, he had nearly lost three girls to
drowning yesterday, they�d had a tent fire, and he had also killed three men,
be it in self defence. But apart from that, he had enjoyed himself immensely
and intended to carry on doing so.
On returning
to the tent, he found little Sophie sitting, rubbing her fist into her eye. She
had just woken. As Sam lay down, she smiled at him and scooted over to cuddle
him.
�Sam,� she
asked in a whisper he could barely hear, �would you show me what happens when
you put your thingy inside a girl? Mummy says boys squirt stuff that makes
babies. Amber told me she tasted yours yesterday, but although I have seen you
put it in my friends, you know, down there, I haven�t seen it come out of you.
Would you show me?�
He couldn�t
believe what she was asking. A seven year old wanting a sex demo. His erection
was already rigid and with the way it felt, it wouldn�t be long before he could
fulfil her wish.
�Alright
Sophie but you will have to help,� he instructed. �I tell you what we�ll do,
hold my cock with both your hands, one above the other. That�s right. Now what
you will have to do is grip it as hard as you can. That�s a good girl, squeeze
hard, push your fingers into the dip just under the wide bit. That feels nice
for me. Now you will need to move your hands up and down, pretending it�s going
inside you. Yes that�s right. Don�t forget to grip it really tight. Yes, good
girl.�
Sam told her
to stop a moment. He wanted her to sit on his face, so he could lick her out
while she wanked him off. He lifted her over, so her knees were either side of
his head. She reached down and gripped his cock again with both her hands. Her
fingers were too short to stretch all the way round him.
Sophie had
been unsure about the club when she first joined it. Her mummy had said it
would be good for her, and help her in her school work and things, but she had
been a little frightened about the sex stuff they�d done. Then Sam had made her
feel so nice in the lake under Gazelle Falls, and again later. Miss. P. had
done stuff to her several times too and it had felt really good. She had loved
cuddling Sam last night, but she had fallen asleep. Sam was nice. She liked
him. She wanted to do things for him, but she knew she wasn�t a big girl yet.
So she had asked Miss. P. She liked Miss. P. too. She�d told her to talk to Sam
and everything would be fine.
Sam didn�t
have to pull the little girl�s cleft open to get at her. In this position, and
with such short legs, she was doing the splits across his face. Her cunt was
wide open. He pushed his tongue into her, and licked along her valley. He
slowly flicked her clitty for a moment. She twitched in response. He had to
hump his hips to remind her what she was meant to be doing. He ran his tongue
further, and up into her anus. She hadn�t washed since the swim yesterday, and
was salty with dried sweat. She had a light aroma there as well. He found it a
real turn on, his cock twitched. He pressed harder with his tongue, and licked
her clean, before moving back to her clitty. She started to undulate as he
aroused her further, his tongue working hard.
Sophie was
gripping and squeezing Sam as hard as she could. Her hands were getting tired,
but she didn�t want to disappoint him. She felt wonderful between her legs.
Whatever Sam was doing, it felt nice. She moved her hands up and down his
thingy. She wasn�t sure how fast to go, but she felt him move himself up and
down, so she kept pace with him. She could see lots of clear sticky stuff come
out of his end. It ran over her hands, and made his thingy all slippery. She
could move her hands more easily now. She felt him move himself quicker, so she
moved her hands faster too. Suddenly, she had a wonderful feeling deep down in
her tummy. It was lovely. It made her rub her couchie back and forth along his
face. It made her breath quickly too.
Sam knew the
little girl was cuming, when suddenly her movements speeded up, and she pressed
down on his mouth. She squirted little girl cum juice directly into his mouth.
The effect was immediate. He came. He couldn�t warn her, because at that
moment, she was muffling him.
Sophie felt
Sam�s thingy swell in her hands. She was still enjoying those new feelings
between her legs, but she wanted Sam to enjoy what she did for him too. A
little drop of white stuff appeared at his tip. She leaned forward to get a
closer look. This must be the baby making stuff she�d heard about. She was
disappointed at first, as she had been told there would be lots of it.
Suddenly, his thingy twitched again, but this time it blasted a huge amount
straight into her face. She blinked, and before she could move, it spurted
again and again. Her face was covered in it. She didn�t want to spoil it for
Sam, who she knew was enjoying it a lot. He had said �Oh
Sam�s orgasm
slowed, and he felt the wonderful warm feeling as the afterglow washed over
him. He decided he could get used to going camping.
Miss. P. had
woken when she heard what was happening, and lay quietly watching the little
naked girl wanking Sam off. She was getting so aroused, she couldn�t stop
twiddling herself. So, when she saw that Sam had erupted all over Sophie�s
face, she moved across ready to take advantage of the situation. As soon as the
little girl and Sam had quietened down, she put her arms around the girl�s
waist, and rolled her off Sam�s chest, and onto her own, lying face to face.
She then spent the next few minutes licking Sophie�s face clean. To her, it was
the nectar of heaven. She had been cuming steadily throughout. She too could get
used to camping.
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CHAPTER 29
Sunday
Morning� � The Assault Course
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Morning broke
hot, bright and clear. No sign of a storm yet. The Choices girls were the first
up again. They were unaware the others had a sleeping draught to shake off.
They came and helped Sam and Miss. P. in the food preparation, and soon had
breakfast ready and the lunch and evening meals prepared.
One by one,
the girls appeared. No one seemed to notice, or more likely care, that Shirley
was still naked in her kneeling, bum up, head down, position, as they moved
around the camp, washing or doing whatever else needed doing. Soon, everyone
was sitting down on the logs eating breakfast, when suddenly there was an ear
piercing shriek as Shirley finally woke up and realised what had happened to
her during the night. It took her a few moments to extricate herself from the
sapling, which had become firmly embedded in her cleft through the night. She
leaped to her feet, and using the sleeping bag to wrap around her, scampered
off in as dignified a manner as she could muster, into her tent, where she
remained.
After
breakfast had been cleared away, Sam called for a quick briefing on the safety
aspects of the assault course. He explained that if they were sensible it would
be fun, but if not, it could be dangerous. They walked down to the lake, where
they had left the canoes the previous day, and continued further down the hill a
few hundred yards. Here, the ground sloped more steeply, and the army had used
the water flowing down from the lake to make a number of water challenges, with
rope bridges, rope swings and swamp obstacles. There were also walls to scale,
a parachute jump and the highlight, a pair of zip wires.
The girls were
allowed to play as they chose for an hour or so on the obstacles not requiring
supervision. Then they went over to the zip wires, where Sam organised one
while Miss. P. the other, and the girls took turns on the wire run, down
through the trees, screaming as they went. They had a wonderful time.
Finally, Sam
called everyone together and suggested they had a team race. They would only
have a small number of obstacles to go through, but each team needed to get
every member through to avoid time penalties. They would be timed on each
obstacle and the team with the shortest total time would win.
First they had
to cross a gorge on a rope bridge. This was fairly straight forward and would
encourage everyone.� This was followed by
a very long rope swing. It was hanging from a tree top, so that the arc of
swing went right over a wide deep pool. If they fell, they would either have to
get wet or very muddy at the water�s edge.
Next there was
a wooden wall. It was ten feet high. There was a platform at the back near the
top. The whole team had to scale it. A minute penalty time would be added for
each team member not getting over.
Finally was
the swamp. They had to crawl through thick sludgy mud, under a wooden frame
just above the surface, requiring them to dip underneath to get by. The mud
would stain, but back at camp, Sam had advised everyone not to wear clothing
that mattered. He grimaced at The Choices girls in their smart new Club kit and
hoped it wouldn�t be spoiled the first weekend it was worn.
At the end of
the swamp, was a narrow fast running water channel, cut into the rocks over the
millennia. It sloped down through the trees towards a pool fifty yards below.
The team completed the course when everyone was in the pool.
Miss. P.
organised everyone into large teams, each with a spread of ages. The Choices
girls made a team already, and were talking about the challenges ahead. Sam
noticed the girls were all listening to Sally. She had, with her newly emerged
natural leadership qualities, become the de-facto group leader. He smiled at
how quickly this evolution had occurred. He saw they were looking at The Wall.
He knew it was the biggest challenge of all. They quietly discussed how they
were going to tackle it.�
�
Drawing straws
for the team order, the five teams got ready. Firstly, the rope bridge.
Although there were safety harnesses, attached to wires, it was a long drop,
and they needed a head for heights, so some were slower than others. Each team
was timed and the result noted by Miss. P.
Then the rope
swing. Everyone managed to get across without getting muddy or wet. They all
enjoyed the thrill of the high swing though.
The Wall
followed. The Choices girls were last to go, and watched as each team tried and
failed to get everyone over. Only by the strongest lifting the lightest did
anyone get over at all. Then The Choices Team went. They had a plan. They made
a human pyramid. Sally, Vicky and Vera were at the base, arms around each
other�s shoulders. Then Sandy and Mandy climbed up them, with the help of
Hannah and Lizzie. They were able to reach the top and, being gymnasts, pull
themselves up and over on to the platform. Next, Lizzie and Hannah lifted Amber
and Sophie up onto the pyramid and Sandy and Mandy were able to reach down and
pull them up. Hannah and Lizzie climbed up next. Then the pyramid reformed,
with Sally giving Vera and Vicky a leg up. In the end they were all up except
Sally. Their solution was to lower Sandy down, two people holding each of her
arms. Sally was able to jump up and cling to her, while her team mates pulled
Sandy back up. They all cheered as Sally finally made it to the platform. They
were a clear five minutes ahead.
The last
obstacle was the swamp. This was a shallow pool of mud, with upright posts
every few feet. Across these were rails, under which they had to crawl. The
rails were level with the mud. Quick debates followed as to how to manage this.
One by one,
the teams plunged into the morass, and ducked under the foul smelling glutinous
mess, passing slowly under the bars. They then moved over to the rock channel,
and sitting in the fast moving water, worked their way down slowly, as the
friction between their shorts and the rock prevented them sliding. Unbeknown to
them, the army boys used plastic bags to sit on, which were slippery on the alg� growing on the rock chute.
When it came
to The Choices team�s turn, Sally already had a plan. Only Sam was here, as
Miss. P. was now down by the pool with the other teams. �Sam,� asked Sally,
�Are we allowed to take off our nice Club clothing? If we can, would you carry
it down to the pool for us?�
�Of course,
girls,� he replied, �you will keep your kit clean and you will be surprised
when you go down the chute.� He smiled, knowing something they didn�t.
Quickly they
stripped off. The nine beautiful naked girls, with determination on their
faces, knowing a week ago they were losers, and that today they were winners.
The team
decided to go in pairs, the oldest guiding the youngest through the challenge,
until they were all at the top of the chute, covered from head to foot in
smelly mud. They decided to go down together. Vera got in first, and was
surprised when her bare feet slipped from under her. She sat down and had to
hold onto the sides to stop going down. Vicky sat behind her, again anchoring
herself. The rest sat behind them, each person�s naked thighs gripping the
sides of the bottom of the one in front.
Sally was at
the back, with little Sophie�s bottom pressed back into her pussy mound.
�Everyone on now, whatever happens, hold on to each other. All for one and one
for all,� she shouted down. �let�s go.�
They all
released their grip together and immediately their crocodile of bodies, moving
as one, swept down the channel by the slope and build up of water pressure
behind them, at a fast rate, gaining speed all the time. Faster and faster they
went. They screamed all the way, but clung on to each other. The last part of
the channel dropped almost at forty five degrees, before levelling out twelve
feet above the water. Their screams reached a crescendo, as they shot out over
the middle of the pool, before dropping down in a huge splash into the water,
still holding onto each other.
The Choices
Team had won by over ten minutes. The other teams all agreed they had earned
it. Meantime, realising that the slide could be enormous fun, all the girls
asked if they could climb up and come down again like the choices girls did.
Ignoring the large box of carefully folded plastic bags behind him, Sam, who by
now had walked down the path to join them, agreed. He sat down on a rock beside
Sylvia. He got his camera out, set it to �video� and positioned it to catch the
girls in flight.
One by one,
the girls, now completely naked, all came flying down the chute. Sam couldn�t
help knowing when they were about to appear, from the screams coming through
the trees. As they leapt from the end of the chute, they spread eagled in the
air. Just for a fraction of a second, he and Sylvia could see each girl�s naked
cunt spread out before them, before they plunged into the water, appearing on
the surface with gleeful squeals of delight, getting out to rush up the slope
to have another turn. Their nakedness of no concern, so much fun were they
having. But, his high definition camera still recorded every tiny detail.
Every girl
must have come down four or five times. Sam knew that tonight they would hardly
need a drug to make them sleep. Having said that, he had noticed one or two
really nice looking cunts which he would like to check out a lot closer. He had
made a mental note of whose they were.
Having dropped
into the clean water a few times from a good height, the grime and mud of the
swamp had been washed away, but their clothing was grim. He asked everyone to
rinse their clothes out as best they could, and hang them out to dry over the
tree branches. With this heat, they should dry soon. While they were doing
this, Sam and Miss. P. prepared the food they had brought down with them in Sam�s
pack.
The group were
having a wonderful time on their trip away. They all seemed to be getting
along, and Sam noticed that the fact they were all naked didn�t seem to cross
anyone�s mind. Even Shirley was sitting naked with a small group of girls her
age. Sam saw her laughing with them. As she moved, he saw that her ugly pussy
looked red raw from the previous night�s harsh treatment. If she hadn�t been
such a dreadful person, he might have fancied fucking her. Perhaps he shouldn�t
have allowed last night to go so far. �Aw, fuck it,� he thought, �she deserved
it.�
They all sat
around, eating sandwiches, cake and other snacks. It was delicious to the
hungry youngsters. Sam leaned across to Sylvia and whispered, �How many open
pussies can you count right now? I�ve just got to thirty.� Sam again looked
around at the group, sitting on the grass at the water�s edge. They all had
their knees up and spread out, their feet near their bottoms. There were no
secrets. He could see right into every one of them.
�Gawd, don�t get me started,� she whispered back, �I�m wet
enough as it is. Anyway, the answer is thirty five.� She grinned at him. She
suddenly realised she was getting fond of Sam. This was a new experience.
After they had
finished lunch, they bundled up their clothes and walked back up the hill, just
wearing their sandals. Sam bringing up the rear, had a wonderful view of the
athletic children, leaning forward against the slope of the hill, the muscles
of their bottoms rippling, their rosebuds popping into view and disappearing
again, with each step. Their whole vulvas would appear as a bulge between their
thighs, their labia moving back and forth with their walking. Sam didn�t mind
walking at the back at all.
At last, they
reached the boating house by the sailing lake, where their canoe trip of the
day before had ended. While Sam prepared the boats, which were single sail
craft suitable for one or two, the girls all slipped into the water, and either
swam, or paddled, or just sat in the shallows, as young girls do, splashing and
playing. After half an hour the boats were rigged and ready. They were small
moulded boats called Toppers. It was almost impossible to break them, but they
were ideal for teaching kids to sail. Miss. P. went out onto the water in the
jet rescue boat, to keep watch.
Sam asked for
a show of hands of those who had sailed before, roughly half, so he asked them
to pair with someone who hadn�t. Quickly they paired off, fitted their
lifejackets and climbed into the boats. Sam turned them around, and gave them
each a gentle push away from the bank. When they were all out on the water, he
signalled for Miss. P. to come in and pick him up.
Over the next
hour or so, under Sam�s guidance, the girls taught each other how to steer, set
the sails, tacking, gybing, going to windward and so
on. They had little races and competitions. The weather was still oppressively
hot, and it wasn�t long before they were finding excuses for water fights and
splashing each other. They were having a terrific time.
Sam suggested
that they might like to practice capsize drill.�
So one at a time, they sat on the downwind side, pulled the sail in,
while sideways to the wind, and over they went. He instructed them to swim
around, climb onto the dagger board and using their weight right the boat
again.
It was during
the last one of these, that one girl got cramp in both legs. It was Karen
Duncan, a beautiful dark haired girl of ten. Sam remembered her from Friday.� She was only a yard or so from the rescue
boat, and cried out for help. Very quickly she was alongside the boat, but in
her pain, she couldn�t help herself, so taking a liberty, rather than pulling
her up using the lifejacket straps, Sam leaned down, put his hand over her
bottom, under her crotch, and, in one movement, lifted her bodily out of the
water into the boat. He got a really good feel of her, as her whole weight was
pressing down through her pussy onto his palm and fingers, slipping into every
crack in the couple or three seconds he had available. Like a snapshot, though,
he would replay that feel over and over. He suddenly remembered her from the
first day, up at Gazelle falls. She was the one who�d grabbed his erect cock
when he was swimming.
Sam laid the
girl in the bottom of the boat on her back. He took one of her legs, while
Miss. P. took the other, putting her feet against their chests and instructed
her to stretch her feet forward and press against them. Meantime, they massaged
her calves, where the pain was. Unknown to Karen, Sam and Miss. P. also gently
moved away from each other, spreading the child�s legs further and further
apart. Her little vulva spread out before them, an oval shaped plumply padded raised mound. She had a light covering of
very fine, black, hairs, dusting her mound. Her cleft slowly peeled open, as
her legs moved further apart, exposing her beautiful labia to their gaze.
Suddenly, as if unsticking, her vagina popped open,
it�s dark shadow diminishing, as the sunlight shone deep into her.
Karen who had
looked distracted all this time, crying with the pain, heard a quiet gasp from
Miss. P. Through her tears, she saw where her teacher was looking. Karen had
anticipated and fully understood what was going on. She closed her eyes, and
then squinted a little to see what happened next. She could see Sam and Miss.
P. obviously ogling her, getting pleasure from looking at her. Although she
should have been shocked, it gave her a thrill. She pretended to keep her eyes
shut, while she watched them looking at her. She started to get a funny feeling
deep down inside her. She was getting aroused, and it was beginning to show in
her pussy. She saw Sam and Miss. P. look at each other, smile, and nod at where
they had been looking.
Karen opened
her eyes. The two adults saw the movement, and lowered her legs to the deck.
�How are you feeling now, Karen,� asked Miss. P. kindly. �Cramp is very painful
sometimes, isn�t it?� The girl nodded. �I hope you feel better.� Again the
child nodded.
�Sam, Miss.
P., why were you both looking between my legs just now?� asked the girl, �I was
watching and I know you were.�
Sam swallowed
hard. This moment of carelessness had been a mistake, and they needed to handle
this carefully. �Umm, Karen,� stuttered Sam, �we were hoping you weren�t hurt
and we were just admiring you and thinking how beautiful you are. I think so
anyway, don�t you Miss. P.?� Sylvia nodded, a watery smile on her lips.
�That�s OK
then,� said Karen, �I just thought for a moment you were doing something really
naughty. My mummy will laugh when I tell her when I get home tomorrow!� The
smile went out of the girl�s face. There was suddenly menace there.
Sam looked at
Sylvia, a silent message between them.
�Sam,�
continued Karen, �I have heard about The Choices Club from one of the other girls.
She says only a very small number are allowed to be in it, but that they can do
some fantastic things. I saw Lizzie�s IPad Pro and
her IPhone X. I would love those. She even said you
are going to Paris and Euro Disney. I was wondering, how do I join? I mean if I
were a member, perhaps I would forget what happened just now.�
Sylvia
couldn�t help smiling at Sam. �Well Karen, aren�t you a dark horse, blackmail
indeed. Do you know what you have to do if you are in the club?�
�No Miss. P.,
only what Lizzie has told me,� answered the girl with a lie, �can you tell me?�
�Well, Karen,
there are some rules,� said Miss. P. �but the summary is that if you are in The
Club, you can have anything or do anything you want. Money is no barrier. New
clothes, trips away, and even some financial help for your mother. But in
return, you have to also do anything other members want, which might be helping
a younger girl with her homework, working hard for top school grades yourself,
cleaning the clubroom, or maybe letting us look between your legs.�
Karen wasn�t
stupid. She had them worked out, and had just needed to find the key to getting
into the club, which Lizzie had explained, and she now knew for sure. She had
faked her cramp, and reckoned she had acted it pretty well. As she lay in the
bottom of the boat, she slowly lifted her knees up and outward, spreading her
thighs apart for Sam and Miss. P. to look at her again. She reached down, and
placing her fingers either side of her cleft, slowly spread her pussy apart, her
coral coloured vagina opening, her passage inside peeling open, deeper, as they
gaped at the girl.
�Oh, do you
mean like this? You can touch me,� she said in what she thought was a sexy
voice, which sounded a bit like a squeak, �if you like.�
Sam didn�t
need asking twice, and leaned forward, running his hands up the inner thigh of
one of her legs. Miss. P. did the same the other side. They had done this
together now several times and quickly had the girl squirming, as they massaged
her inner thighs, vagina, clit, mons and rectum. It wasn�t long before she was
starting to move in a rhythmic way. She was beginning to lift her hips up and
down, her eyes now screwed up shut. She pushed back as she felt adult fingers
starting to push into her cunt. Her slimy creamy coloured arousal fluids
started to run from her. This was going to be a good one, she thought.
�Karen was a fit girl of average build. Her
long dark hair made a carpet under her as she lay in the bottom of the boat,
out of sight from her friends� view. She had quite developed boobs for a girl
of her age. They were the size of half lemons, with dark areol�
surrounding peanut sized nipples, which were stiff with her arousal. She came
from a very poor single parent family. Her father had left shortly after she
was born. Her grandfather, that is her father�s father, had helped them with
money sometimes, but he had always wanted her mother to �do stuff� to him in
return. Recently, she had heard them arguing. Grandad
was now demanding Karen to do stuff too, and soon, she knew, she would have to.
Karen knew, from what she had heard from Lizzie, The Choices Club might be her
way to a better life.
The girl was
now banging her bottom against the hard hull of the boat, as she lifted and
dropped her hips, while she went rapidly into her climax. She really enjoyed
having the fingers of two different teachers pushing into her at the same time,
getting deeper. This girl was certainly hypersensitive, thought Sam. Bringing
her off had only taken moments.
Karen quietened
down. She lay limp, her feet against the outer hull of the boat, her knees felt
wobbly. Her body was surrounded by her long dark hair. She looked the epitome
of beauty.
�Would you
like to fuck me Sam, I wouldn�t mind if you wanted to?� She said, looking up,
�Lizzie says I can be in your club if I let you?� And suddenly, there it was,
the truth of what Lizzie had done.
Sam�s heart
skipped a beat. Hearing this lascivious girl, who was lying naked in front of
him, inviting him to take her, was far too tempting. He realized that she
already knew too much about The Club to turn her away. He needed to keep The
Club�s activities secret, and already within a few days of forming it, the word
had got out. He thought quickly, and decided two things. One, she had to join
to keep her silent, and two, he had to deal with Lizzie.
�Well, Karen,
I would love to fuck you one day soon,� he said calmly, with a smile, �welcome
to The Choices Club.�
�Does that
mean I�m in?� He nodded. �Oh brilliant,� she continued, �wait till I tell all
my friends.�
�That�s
something you can�t do, Karen,� said Sam, looking at her seriously. �One of the
five rules of the Club, is that everything we do remains a secret. If you are
going to join us, you have to promise to keep all the rules. Do I make myself
clear?�
�Yes, Sam. I
understand.� She looked coquettishly at him. �When would you like to fuck me?�
She grinned and moved her knees together and apart several times, looking him
in the eye.
�Karen,� said
Sam �This isn�t a joke or a game. I want to fuck you very much indeed, but The
Club is all about giving you a future. If you want to join us you have to
understand that, OK?� She nodded, but grinned again, lifted her knees apart and
pulled her pussy open with her fingers, and said� Are you sure.� She giggled
when she saw Sam�s reaction. He knew he had a handful with this one. Having
said that, he really fancied a live one like her on the end of his cock. He
just hoped she would stay silent until Monday night�s meeting, when he intended
to make an example of Lizzie. Sam knew security and secrecy was vital, and if
he and Sylvia were to enjoy the fruits of their labours, then every Club member
needed to understand the consequences of talking out of turn.
The afternoon
passed quickly, and the girls had a wonderful time. They raced, splashed about,
swam and even got a little sunburnt despite lashings of sunscreen. But all good
things come to an end, and they put the boats away and made their way up to the
camp. On the way up, Sam saw Lizzie whispering with Karen. They nodded and
looked over at him a couple of times, grinning and making gestures to each
other. Sam was working out how to nip the problem in the bud. He would have a
talk with Sylvia later.
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CHAPTER 30
Sunday Night �
Adventures of the Last Night
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The evening
went much as the previous two had gone. They sat in a big circle on the logs
and ate ravenously their burgers and steaks. Sam had left the best food to the
last night and they really enjoyed it. Music was played and they sang along,
but it was early that Miss. P. saw the first eyes beginning to droop. She was
ready, and did her rounds, making sure every girl had her night cap of spiked
drink. Immediately, they made sure everyone headed for their tents, so they
didn�t pass out before getting there.
The Choices
girls, with their new member crawled into their tent. They didn�t need to be
given a dose tonight, they were so sleepy, while Sylvia and Sam went out to
play.
Soon the camp
was in silence. Sam and Sylvia looked at each other, smiled and went to the
opposite ends of the camp than they previously had done. Sam shucked off his
clothes, tucking a condom into his shoe, just in case. This end of the camp was
where the youngest girls were. The first tent had the seven year old Jenny
Bandon and her two friends, Jasmine and another girl called Naomi. It was the
work of a few seconds, and Sam had slipped the panties off the three of them.
He immediately indulged himself in spreading their legs and getting his tongue
into each of them, tasting their little girl taste, mixed with their sweat of
the hot night. Jenny was a little poppet, and Sam was becoming very fond of
her. As he shone his flash light into her, to have a really good look and get
his camera to bear, he noticed she didn�t have a hymen. It puzzled him. He
remembered, from the other night, her ten year old sister Emily didn�t have one
either, and he hadn�t thought much about it as he had slipped his cock
carefully into her. But now seeing this, he wondered if there was something
about their history he didn�t yet know. No time to ponder on that just now, he
had other fish to fry.
Sam thought he
should slip his cock into Jasmine for old time�s sake. He knelt between her
spread legs, and picking her up by the waist, pulled her onto his rigid member,
slipping quickly and easily into her as if she were twice her age. He didn�t
want to cum yet, so after he�d pushed into her a few times, reluctantly he
pulled her off his cock before looking towards the last girl, Naomi. She was
absolutely beautiful. To Sam she had the face of an angel. One day she would
break hearts aplenty. She had long black hair, which shone like silk, spread
like a huge fan shaped carpet beneath her. Her little body seemed to be
dominated by her mound, which towered over her flat tummy. She had a deep cleft
splitting her mound, as it merged down between her plump labia, forming one of
the most gorgeous vulvas he�d ever seen.
Her cleft
opened as he lifted and parted her legs. Her labia slowly, reluctantly peeled
apart, revealing her clit hiding away at the top, with a beautiful dimple at
one end and an even more beautiful vagina at the other. Fine perspiration
glistened on her body, giving her skin a lustre, which combined with perfect
complexion, made Sam want to caress her whole body.
Sam leant
forward and inhaled her scent, her little girl musk, which her vagina and
rosebud emitted. He pressed his tongue to her cleft and slowly licked her from
top to bottom and back.� She was
exquisite. He loved this little girl already. She was only seven, but if she
could join The Club soon, he�d have years of pleasure in, on and with her.
Making sure
he�d photographed each of them from every possible angle, he placed the three
girls back how he found them, and moved on to the next tent.
�
The scene in
here was similar in that there were three girls lying side by side, naked
except for their panties, which were removed quickly. These ones were all about
nine or ten, and what they had in common was they all had very long blond hair,
which seemed to carpet the whole of the tent under them all. Sam again indulged
himself in sucking their titties and rubbing his cock along their beautiful
clefts. He had, by now, like the first night, slipped on a condom, to make sure
he didn�t drip on their bedding. He imagined outraged mothers could be so
tiresome, when all he wanted to do was just molest and if possible slightly
rape their daughters. He smiled, how unreasonable could people be?
In this tent
were two of the girls he had made a mental note to check out, when they had
come down the water chute this morning, as having stunning cunts (or were their
antics just cunning stunts?). If any 4th grader could have a perfect cunt, then
here he was presented with two vying for first place. He felt them, their
padded raised mounds split by a valley of heaven, with a dimple as deep as ever
he�d seen, were firm to his touch. When he played his flash light on them, he
could see a very fine peach fuzz on them both, almost invisible. Their vulvas
bulged out between their thighs, filling the gaps between their legs. As he
moved their legs apart, their labia popped open to his viewing. These two could
be twins, so alike were their perfect pussies to his eyes. But looks can be
deceptive as he soon found out. He looked down, the one had a vagina so tight,
he couldn�t even push his little finger into her. She was called Nancy. He pried
her lips apart with his thumbs, but her hole remained tightly shut. The photos
he got of her didn�t show the internal detail he was looking for. The thought
occurred to him, though, that she almost certainly not only had one of the most
beautiful, but also the tightest cunts he ever hoped to one day squeeze his
cock into.
The other one
though, her name was Lucy now this was a different matter. As he pushed her
legs up and back, she flowered open. Not only that, but he could see
immediately she was no virgin, and her pussy looked damp and slightly reddened
as if it had had recent use. Her little bag was beside her. Sam opened it and
looked inside, and sure enough, he found what he suspected, a very small
vibrator. He lifted it out and sniffed it. Yes, this had been used recently. He
put the tip to her entry, and pressed it in slowly. It oozed in without any
great resistance. He left it there, while he checked the third girl. By the
standards of the other two, she disappointed him, and after he had taken his
usual face and cunt photos, he went back to see if the vibrator had done it�s
job of dilating Lucy.
Sam didn�t
waste any time, he pulled the toy out of the girl, and guided his painfully
rigid cock to her entry. He leaned forward, taking his weight on his
outstretched arms, as he applied pressure. He was surprised when his cock not
only popped into her vagina without any force at all, but continued to sink
into the girl a full five and a half inches without resistance or pause,
although she was tight, really tight, just how liked them. Fuck did she feel
good. If this was an audition, she should be immediately recruited into The
Choices Club. He could easily get used to screwing this angel. In fact, he
thought, this should be the way to select future club members. He pulled out,
feeling the tiny ridges of her passage rubbing along his shaft as he did so,
before thrusting slowly back into her again. She was tight, and yet yielding to
his intrusion. He would love to fuck her properly, but he was saving his seed
for a Choices girl. They deserved it. He had a duty of care to them after all.
He smiled to himself, he didn�t want them claiming he neglected them.
Reluctantly,
he sucked out of her, and decided she was one he wanted to meet again and soon.
He would find out her background and that of Nancy and Naomi from the last
tent. Perhaps they might like a trip to Paris. Perhaps they might like him
fucking their brains out in return!
Sam worked his
way along the line of tents. He made sure he had photographed every single
girl�s face and pussy, who had come on camp this weekend, spread to ensure
every detail was recorded. He had fingered, licked and generally molested every
girl as thoroughly as possible. He had gone back to check out one or two for a
second time, that had caught his eye this morning at the bottom of the chute,
and had even managed to slip his cock into a few more cunts that wouldn�t
notice it the following morning.
One memorable
eleven year old girl was called yang. She was Chinese. He spread her out like
the others. He noticed her labia were reluctant to part. But when he got his
thumbs to her, she opened up displaying a beautiful vagina glistening in the
torch light. She wasn�t a virgin either. That was obvious to Sam. He didn�t
waste any time, and bringing his cock to her entry, applied steady pressure,
watching his crown ooze into her. She was tight, but slowly opened to his
penetration. In two minutes, he was fully encased in her. He then started
thrusting, enjoying the feel as his cock slid in and out of the child, as he
raped her. What happened next stunned him, though. She started to hump him
back. Not only that, but her breathing became less steady. Then she came. He
suddenly felt her cunt clamping on his shaft. She was moaning loudly, her hips
thrusting to meet his movements. He needed to pull out soon, otherwise he would
cum too. She calmed and he gently slipped out of her. He needed to know if she
was conscious. He lifted her legs and pinched her Achilles heel quite hard. She
never flinched. She had remained unconscious throughout, as her body enjoyed
him raping her.
No, as far as
Sam was concerned, this camp had been highly successful. He noticed Sylvia had
remained in one particular tent at the far end, where he had started the first
night. There must be something very special for her there. She would tell him
when she was ready. It was the tent occupied by Maggie and Ruth, the eleven
year old lesbians. He half thought of slipping up there and recording it for
her on his camera, then decided he had better fish to fry.
He returned to
The Choices tent. On the way he pulled off the condom, dropped it into the
fire, put his clothes in a corner, pulled off his sandals, and wriggled into
the centre. He thought for a moment. Last night he had enjoyed a deeply
intimate cuddle with several of his girls. Who was next? Vicky. Sam had been
impressed how she and Vera had both taken to the spirit of The Club. They had
started Sylvia�s diet and exercise regime before coming away, and since being here
had never complained of being hungry or�
tired, and although they had struggled physically a couple of times, had
really thrown themselves into the activities. On top of that, he had noticed
they had passed on half their food to Hannah, their palindromic
friend. Already, he could see they had lost some weight. There had been an
unspoken agreement, that they wouldn�t have their induction until they had lost
their twenty pounds. At this rate, it wouldn�t be long.
He moved over
to where the girl was sleeping. She had cuddled into little Sophie, and the two
of them were in a close, naked and intimate embrace. He gently untangled their
arms and legs, and rolled Vicky towards him. She never murmured or stirred. She
was in a very deep sleep after her exhausting activities of the day. Being
larger than the others, he decided that getting her on top of him might be too
difficult, so he simply spread her legs, knelt between them, rested his weight
on his arms, soon dropping to his elbows, brought his rampant cock to bear, and
pressed into her. She had been a virgin the last time he fucked her, and he had
been surprised at the joy she had gained from her first time. He pushed as far
in as her cervix would allow, then rested for a few moments. Gently, he
whispered into her ear, still nothing, so he tickled her under the armpits.
Still nothing. So he decided he would just enjoy fucking her for a few minutes.
He pushed into her and pulled out. He built up some speed, pistoning in and
out. Not a flicker did she show. His thighs and balls started to slap against
her. It was at that moment he was surprised when he felt a clamping on his
cock. She was cuming in her sleep. She smiled slightly and made a quiet moan,
her vaginal contractions continuing. He felt the telltale stirrings deep inside
him. He knew her friend Vera was next, and Vera hadn�t had him cum in her yet,
so with great reluctance, because despite her weight, and thick thighs, she had
a fantastic cunt, which still pulsed on him and gripped him nice and tightly, he
pulled out of her.
He rolled
Vicky back onto her side, and replaced her arms around Sophie. Vera was on his
other side, and lying on her side in a similar way. He remembered, when he
fucked her last time that she hadn�t been a virgin. He hadn�t asked her about
that. He would do so when the moment was right. Like Vicky, he rolled the naked
girl onto her back. She did stir, and although she didn�t wake, her breathing
pattern changed.
He spread her
legs, and aligning himself with her, pressed in. As his mushroom shaped crown
slipped into her entrance, her eyes popped open. She never flinched, she just
looked at him for a second, before bringing her knees either side of his hips
and arms up to cuddle him to her. Not a word was said, as he sank deeper into her.
He pulled back, feeling and enjoying her warm, slick tightness gripping his
hard cock. He pulled out and pressed in again.
He was amazed.
She started to cum and he had only pressed in to the sleeping child less than a
minute ago. She came quietly, but as he thrust into her again, slightly harder,
she gasped and moaned. He thrust again and again and as his speed increased, so
her panting, gasping and moans got louder and more intense. Like her friend,
she had a tighter cunt than her size would suggest. She was so wonderfully
tight and her orgasmic spasms massaged Sam�s cock in a most sensitive and
erotic manner. Finally, Sam felt the stirrings deep down again. He had had his
cock completely inside about six little girls in the last hour, and part way in
half a dozen more. He had molested, another twenty or so and his cock needed
relief. This was going to be a big one. And, as he thought it, his orgasm
slammed into him. It didn�t just slam into him, it was painful. He could feel
pulse after pulse spurting deep into the eleven year old girl, whose own climax
was as noisy now as it was satisfying to her.
Vera had
wanted Sam to come to her ever since he had coerced her and Vicky into joining
The Club. That first time had been necessity. She hadn�t wanted to be thrown
out of the school, and letting Sam fuck her and join The Club had been her only
choice; but a choice she had never regretted. Ever since then, she had hoped he
would pay her more attention, and give her what she really wanted, him on top,
fucking her hard, just her, and then to fill her with his sperm filled semen.
To her, this was a sort of induction. She was beginning to love Sam. If he
asked her to do anything, anything at all, she would probably do it for him. He
had been the first person to show he liked her. Despite her weight, and history
of bullying, he saw the person in her, unlike Verity, who had used her for her
own ends, and her brother Rob, who came to her room every night at home and
just shoved his cock in her, came in her, then left her without any pleasure
for her. She would never let her brother touch her again. She now had Sam, she
now had The Club, she now had happiness. And, she knew he intended, through The
Club, to bring the best out in her, and make something of her. If ever she
could repay him, in any way, she would. That�s why she was determined to lose
weight, because he had asked her, and she didn�t want to let him down. And now
she had his wonderful seed in her. She wished she could lick her own pussy.
In a few
minutes, quiet descended on the group, Sam was asleep, the girls also in a deep
slumber as Miss. P. crawled in. She smelled of little girl arousal, at least
her face did. Her nose, lips and chin were all smeared with it. She had had a
wonderful night, and was now ready for a long sleep. She never noticed all the
fresh hot semen flowing out of Vera�s pussy. A feast of ambrosia missed.
CHAPTER 31
Monday Morning
� Returning Home
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Dawn broke,
and Sam was awake. He had been lying awake for the last hour, pondering what to
do about Lizzie. He felt there was probably just one choice. Funny that,
�choice�. She would have to go. There was no choice. At least he had her
confession about the knives he could use that against her to keep her silent.
He was sad, as he had thought she was one of his greatest success stories. And,
she had been the very first one he�d inducted.
As he lay
there, there was a stirring in the corner. Karen had woken. She lifted her head,
and glanced around. She saw Sam lying in the middle. She didn�t know he was
already awake. She crawled over to him, and for a few minutes, studied his fit,
handsome, naked body. Carefully, she moved over, so she could look at his cock
closely. Sam had heard her moving, and kept his eyes shut. He knew she was a
live one, and wondered what she would do.
Karen
carefully placed her palm on Sam�s cock, and slowly curled her fingers round,
gripping it for a moment, before gently moving her hand up and down it, feeling
the little ridges of it. She noticed as she stroked it, it started to grow. She
had seen her brother�s many times, when he had got her to do stuff to him. She
knew what an erection was alright. He grew, and as it lifted off his belly, she
was able to get her fingers all round it, just. Looking closely, she could see
the blue veins under tension along his length, pushing up beneath his skin.
Still being gentle and careful, she moved her hand up and down it, wanking him
into full tumescence. When she thought it was as big as it would get, she
leaned over, and put it against her lips. She brought her tongue out, and
slowly licked the side and end of it. She immediately noticed a taste she knew,
but sort of didn�t. It was the mixed taste of other girls� aroused vaginas,
with his semen and pre-cum.
She didn�t
know why, but this taste brought out something primeval in her. She was so
turned on by it, she lowered her mouth over his cock, like her brother had
taught her, and started to lick all round it, trying to suck off the
taste.� She was so intent on getting
more, she was unaware that Sam was responding, his pre-cum now leaking from his
end, his arousal reaching a new high. He knew this wouldn�t take him long at
all, in fact just seconds. She was a phenomenal cock sucker. Where she learnt
this he didn�t know, nor, at that moment, care. He felt the stirrings again in
his loins, and knowing she thought he was asleep, didn�t see why he should warn
her, so he just blasted into her mouth. He heard her cough, but then grabbed
his cock and sucked it again. He didn�t expect that. She sucked and swallowed,
sucked and swallowed, until nothing more was coming from him. She then simply
let him go, and crawled back to her corner to catch some more sleep. She knew she
had done something he didn�t know about. He knew she thought that. They both
felt smug in their own way.
As the day got
under way, one by one, The Choices girls were the first up again. They helped
Sam and Miss. P. prepare breakfast. Then they cleared their own tent, and
packed their belongings, before folding the tent. They had to pack, as best
they could the fire damaged and kerosene soaked tents as well. They wrapped
them in a large sheet of polythene for the journey home. By the time the rest
of the girls were rising from their beds, The Choices girls were eating
breakfast and ready for the bus to arrive.
Sam was
sitting, sipping his coffee, when his phone trilled. �Unknown
�Hello,
Lesley,� answered Sam, �what can I do for you?�
�Sam, I am
down at the Pen at the moment,� she said, �you remember, visiting my husband.
Well I need to ask a favour.�
�Yes, Lesley,�
he answered, �what is it?�
�Well,� she
went on, �my husband has been granted his first parole review. He won�t be
allowed out, but these hearings are a formality. Anyway, they said if I came in
support, it might stand him in good stead. And, as I was down here anyway, I
thought, why not. Well, it�s on Thursday, and I won�t get home until Friday. I
was wondering, you know, would you or Miss. P. be able to put Lizzie up for a
few days. I know it�s a lot to ask, but I�m in a fix, and you�re the only one
who has helped me in years, so I thought I�d call you.�
Sam�s mind was
racing. He intended to expel Lizzie from The Club that evening. He needed to
buy a little time, to ensure that Lizzie�s silence after tonight was assured,
and having her around for a few days might help.
�Yes, Lesley,�
he said cheerfully, �that would be no problem at all. Don�t you worry about
her, we�ll look after her. Do you want a word with her, she�s right here?� Sam
handed the phone to the girl, and went to refill his coffee cup.
Mid morning,
they heard the rumble of the school bus containing the senior girls trundling
down the road. After a few minutes, they saw it and the trailer appear down the
track. The bus pulled up, and the senior girls piled out and joined the
youngsters in filling the trailer with the tents and other equipment. Joyce and
Margaret came over to Miss. P. and Sam to chat. They had had a very successful
time and really enjoyed it. The girls had done a lot and the highlight had been
a two day thirty mile cross country hike, carrying everything they required.
As the hired
bus wasn�t here yet, Sam told Joyce and Margaret to carry on back. He would
ensure the site was clear and check out with the army people on their
departure. Fifteen minutes later, the bus arrived and everyone filed in and
settled for the journey home. On the way the youngsters all slept the sleep of
the just.
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CHAPTER 32
Monday
Afternoon � Lizzie�s Retribution
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Both buses
arrived back at the school within minutes of each other. The girls all helped
to unload the trailer for Sam, and stacked everything in the large lock-up
store area. Sam would sort out the equipment later. There was no urgency now.
While this was
going on,
�
After the
trailer was cleared, everyone headed for the changing rooms, for a hot fresh
water shower with real soap, before dressing in their school uniforms, ready to
head home. Sam� and Sylvia spent an hour
watching them all from the corridor. Somehow, this voyeuristic pleasure had
lost some of it�s intensity, after the intimate experiences they had had with
these same girls over the last three days.
Sam noticed
the builders had made an excellent start on the new staircase. It should be
complete tomorrow, and then the internal renovations could start.
Over a drink,
they discussed The Club meeting and how to handle it. They both knew it would
be difficult, but Lizzie had to be made an example of, if secrecy and their own
liberty was to be retained.
As there were
no school lessons for the rest of the day for the campers, most were collected
by their mothers and went home, thanking Sam and Miss. P. for their great
weekend. He did a double take, when Yang blushed when she came and thanked him
with her mother. She had a glint in her eye. He wondered whether she knew
anything at all about him raping her the previous night, or whether she was
just shy. Either way, she had been a great fuck.
The club girls
remained behind. Sam had called a meeting earlier than usual. Their mothers
were all due to collect them at the usual time though, so the meeting could be
much longer than usual.
They all
trooped in. They expected to go upstairs as usual, and were surprised when they
saw Miss. P. and Sam sitting in the workshop, looking glum.
When everyone
had arrived, Sam stood, �Well girls, I have some good news and some bad news.�
They looked at each other anxiously. He continued. �Firstly the good. I am
pleased to welcome into The Club Karen Duncan. You all know her, and that she
joined while we were on camp and anyway she slept in our tent last night.�
�Now I come to
a very serious matter. I am sorry, but one of our members has broken The Club
rules, or at least one Club rule.� By now they were all looking at each other
with worried expressions. �Rule number five says and I quote, �Everyone has the
choice of keeping everything that happens in The Club secret.� Well I am afraid
someone here has broken that rule.� Sam looked up and noticed Lizzie and Karen
looking at each other. The others just sat with their mouths open.
�So,� he went
on, �the question is what do we do about this? It is your Club. We all have a
say in how it�s run, but if what we do here became public knowledge, Miss. P.
and I would be in prison, you would all be in care homes, and all the benefits
of Club membership, including the financial help we give your mothers, would
vanish, which I am sure you wouldn�t want. Before I continue, does anyone wish
to say anything?� He looked around the room. They were all staring at the
floor.
�Well, the
culprit, if you didn�t already know is Lizzie. Is there anything you wish to
say, Lizzie? No? Well I have lots to say. When I set up The Club, I decided to
invest a lot of money into ensuring you all have the best education and start
in life that money could buy. I could have bought myself a yacht, and sailed
away on my own, and not worried about how you were doing back here. If you
think it was for the sex, it wasn�t. I can tell you I could have bought all the
girls I wanted in Bangkok or Vietnam.� He looked around. They hadn�t moved.
�Lizzie, I am
afraid we are going to have to ask you to leave The Club, you know that don�t
you? We simply can�t run the risk of you talking about what we do to anyone
outside this room.� Sam looked around the room again, �Does anyone feel I am
being harsh or unfair to Lizzie? Does anyone have anything to say in her
defence?� A shaky hand went up. Sam looked across at Lizzie, tears streaming
down her face.
�Please don�t
ask me to leave The Club,� she stuttered through sobs. �Please don�t. I didn�t
have any friends before, just Hannah and Karen. We didn�t have any money, and
my uncle Aaron made me do things because of it, you know, stealing and stuff.
My mum is trying to bring me up right, but he bullies us. Then The Club came
along and suddenly everything was better. Please don�t send me back.� She
sobbed again, tears wetting her uniform skirt.
Sam looked at
her. He had seen many men die and the terrible effects of war on men, women and
children. Lizzie�s appeal although heart felt, didn�t sway his determination.
�Tell me Lizzie, give me one good reason why you shouldn�t be out of The Club
today?� There was silence. Then slowly, Lizzie put her hand in her pocket, and
pulled out a rather crumpled, but recognizable playing card, which she turned
round. It was a joker. Sam was many things, but he was a man of his word, and
he had allowed Lizzie to save her wish by giving her this joker.
There was a
collective gasp. Everyone in the room knew what this meant. Lizzie was using
her wish now.
�Go on
Lizzie,� said Sam in a steady voice, �say what you need to say, It�s your wish,
your choice.�
�I wish�, she
said in a wavering voice, �to stay in The Club. I am willing to accept any
other punishment the members decide, but I wish to stay in The Club.� Everyone,
as if a silent signal had been given, turned their heads towards Sam.
�Lizzie, I am
not an unjust man, and I have come to like you over the last seven days we have
known each other well. To me, a Club wish is unbreakable. You have used your
wish and I respect that, so I suppose my only choice is that you can stay in
The Club, but that you must be punished severely for what you have done. If you
don�t accept that, say so now, and you will leave. You already know from last
week how severe my punishments can be, and I must tell you now that your
punishment of a week ago today will be as nothing to what you will have to
accept today. It is your choice, Lizzie, what is it to be?� Everyone�s eyes
turned to the girl.
Lizzie looked
miserable, but a glint of determination came into her face. She sat up
straight. Her blubbing had ended. She glanced around
the room at her friends, before saying, �I know I broke the rule. I choose to
stay in The Club, whatever my punishment is. I accept what you decide.� She stood
up, her hands at her side.
Sam again
looked around the room and said �Would anyone like to suggest how she should be
punished, or are you willing to let me decide?�
Sally put her
hand up, her natural leadership evident in her demeanour. �Sam, I think I speak
for everyone when I say that what Lizzie did was serious. The Club would have
closed if our secret had got out, and none of us would have wanted that. We all
want to benefit from membership, especially Lizzie. I think you are right to
allow her to stay in The Club. I think you should decide on how she should be
punished, and then I think, because we all have an equal say, we must all agree
to it, especially Lizzie.�
Sam nodded at
her wise words. He asked Lizzie to go upstairs, while they decided what to do
next. Lizzie walked across the room and up the stairs with surprisingly
determined steps.
�I think it
best,� Sam said, looking round the room, �as she is not being asked to leave
The Club, that the punishment needs to be swift, severe and once it�s over, the
matter will be forgotten, and never spoken of again. Therefore, it is my view,
she should be spanked hard. Not only that, as we are all members, everyone
here, except Karen, as she is new, should administer the punishment. Everyone
will spank her six times each, except me. I will smack her twelve times. Does
anyone think my suggestion is unfair, or wrong? Does anyone have a better idea?
If so please say so now, not afterwards.� No one spoke. �I repeat, say so now,
not afterwards.� He looked around the room. �I will go first, then Miss. P., to
show you what to do. You will be next, Sally. After that the order will be the
same as how you are sitting in, OK? So,� he pointed along the row, �Sally,
Amber, Vera, Sandy, Vicky, Sophie, Mandy and lastly, Hannah. You will each
smack her hard, do you understand that?� Nods came from them all. �There is no
point in this punishment if she thinks she got off lightly. When she comes
down, we will blindfold her, so she doesn�t know which of you smacked her or
when.� Again there were nods. �OK, Sally, could you call her down?�
Lizzie walked
down the stairs. She still had a dignity about her, which Sam noticed and
admired.
�Lizzie, we
have decided you will be spanked. Now you already know what that is like don�t
you?� There was a sharp intake of breath from the girl, her hand at her mouth.
�You have the choice right now to leave The Club, walk out that door and that
is the end of it. You already know I can make life hard if you were to talk
about us later.� He didn�t need to go into details about the filmed confession
he held about the knife theft last week. �If you wish to stay, it�s entirely
your choice, you must accept the punishment, which has been agreed by all the
members. What is it to be?�
Lizzie indicated
she would accept the punishment.
�OK, Lizzie,
we will try and make this as quick as possible. What is going to happen now, is
you will strip off and lie on the table. You can either lie facing up or down,
whichever your prefer. You will not be tied down, and, this time, there will be
no stopping. I will start the punishment with twelve smacks. Then every member
will smack you six times. You will be blindfolded, so you won�t know who it is
smacking at any time. After each member has smacked you, we will wait a minute
to give you a rest. Before we do this, is there anything you wish to say?�
Lizzie looked
around them. She had a serious, but kindly face. �I accept what is about to
happen. I won�t be cross with anyone, and I also promise never, ever to break a
Club rule again. But in return, I want this to be forgotten, and never held
against me.� She looked around the room, seeing expressions of respect and
agreement. She walked over to the table and leaning on the edge, started to
strip off. Miss. P. walked over to the table with a bucket she had filled with
warm water. Lizzie looked at it, shrugged and continued to strip off, tossing
the clothing onto a nearby seat. Her shoes and socks were last to come off. She
stood facing the table, her hands gripping the sides. The blue marks from her
punishment of a week ago could still be seen across her globular bottom. Sam
thought she was about to bend over, when she suddenly turned and sat on the
edge. She took the scarf Sam offered her, and placing it over her eyes, tied it
behind her head. Sam checked to make sure it was secure and in place. Finally,
she leaned back and lay on the table, pulling her knees either side of her
chest, holding them down with her elbows, her hands holding the edge of the
table.
She turned her
head towards where Sam had stood, and said, �I�m ready Sam.�
Sam had to
admire her pluck. She was taking this far better than she did seven days ago.
Perhaps she now knew she had more to lose, The Club had done something for her
character. Lizzie was laying with her pudenda completely exposed to his gaze
and subsequent punishment. Her cleft was wide apart, the shadow of her vagina,
which he had enjoyed so very much, also slightly open. Her clit, for some
reason was stiff, and poking out from it�s hood slightly.
He lifted and
placed the bucket about six feet from the table. He dipped his hand into the
water, shook off the excess, took two steps towards her, and brought his hand
down across her thighs and pussy, as hard as he could. The crack of his wet
hand smacking her seemed to echo around the room. There was a sharp intake of
breath from the girl and her fellow members. Without pause, Sam went back,
dipped his hand again and shook the water off, took the two steps and brought
his hand down with all his strength, the crack as he hit her filling the room.
Already, little red lines were spreading across her thighs and pussy. A third
time he went to the bucket and again he took the two steps and again his hand
came down hard on her with a loud �smack�. A forth and fifth time he smacked
her. He looked down at her. She was livid red where the tender skin of her
genitalia and thighs had been hit. On went the punishment, six, seven, eight.
Sam put all his strength into each smack. His fingers tingling. Nine, ten,
eleven. When he stepped forward for the last time, he put all his strength into
hitting her as hard as he could. But, throughout all the punishment, so far,
she hadn�t complained or cried out. She had gasped each time and he could see
her fingers gripping the edge of the table in a claw like grasp, but call out
she did not. He noticed she was panting. At first, he thought she was sobbing,
but later realised she wasn�t. It was something else.
Sam nodded to
Miss. P., who immediately stepped forward. She leaned forward and asked Lizzie
if she was ready to continue. She just nodded.
A full minute
had now passed, and Miss. P., who secretly looked forward to this, where Sam
had not, dipped her hand into the warm water and like Sam took two steps
forward and brought her hand down on the girl as hard as she could. Her
strength was nothing like Sam�s, but looking at the redness on the girl�s skin,
any further punishment was going to sting. Her hand connected. She rested it
there for a second, feeling the heat on her skin, and perhaps a little more
than that. She stepped back and for the next few times, repeated the process,
each time trying to smack the girl in the same spot. Looking down, she could
see Lizzie was showing signs of arousal. She couldn�t believe it. She had heard
Sam�s account of how Lizzie had climaxed during her punishment last week and
thought he was winding her up. She was anxious to see if it would happen again.
Certainly she was puzzled at how the girl was panting. At last, her hand came down
on Lizzie for the sixth and last time, and she nodded to Sally to come forward.
Miss. P. again
leaned into Lizzie�s ear and whispered if she was OK, and again the girl licked
her lips and nodded. By this time, Sally was standing by the bucket. As Miss.
P. stepped away and nodded towards her, she dipped her hand into the water and
copied what she had seen Sam and Miss. P. do. Her hand didn�t have the strength
of the adults, but it still made a sharp crack as it landed. No one could have
said she held back. Because her hand was smaller, and Lizzie�s thighs were
spread widely, most of the impact landed directly on the unfortunate girl�s
vulva. Six times Sally smacked her friend and six times her poor tormented
pussy received the full force of her punishment and six times Sam and Miss. P.
heard a stifled moan.
One after the
other, the girls took their turns in stepping forward and administering her
punishment. None of them baulked at their duty. Even little Sophie came forward
and whose smack was little more than a gentle tap, took her turn. Sam was
surprised and at the same time proud of them all and proud of Lizzie too. He
knew this was hurting her like nothing she had ever experienced before, and yet
she took her punishment without complaint or comment. He saw, as the time went
by the continuous and substantial flow of her arousal, as did they all. Sam was
sure she climaxed. Her breathing was in short puffs. Perhaps when the moment
was right, he would ask her about it.
At last,
Hannah came forward, Lizzie�s closest friend and cousin. She looked at Sam, who
nodded at her. She grimaced, and like the others dipped her bony hand in the
water and smacked Lizzie across her thighs. Hannah was surprisingly strong, and
the crack as her hand landed was louder than the others. Again and again her
hand came down, until at last it was over.
Sam reached
over to the shelf, and brought his �rosol spray to
cool her. As he pointed and pressed the button, he could see just how sore she
really was. It was going to be some days before she could walk again without
limping, and at least a week before anyone else could see her bottom. The
cooling spray made her take a sharp breath, as it�s freezing touch took the
heat from her. Next, he got the cream salve down and opening it took a large
daub on his fingers and as gently as he could, spread it over the red raw
bruise marks, which were already turning black and blue in places. He knew his
fingers were heavy, so he asked Hannah her friend to come and rub the cream in.
While she was
doing this, Sam removed the blindfold from Lizzie�s head. The tears were
running down from her eyes. Sam pulled the other table up to the first, making
it longer. He uncurled her hands from the table edge, and one at a time,
unfolded her legs, laying them straight, side by side. Next, he indicated a
cushion on a chair, and Sally brought it over. As gently as he could, he rolled
her over onto her front, and lifting her waist, asked Sally to put the cushion
under her.
Sam glanced
around the room. They all looked gloomy. But at the same time, there was a
determination, a defiance, as if somehow The Club had exorcised an element of
impurity. They had all matured. He felt he had now secured the secrecy and so
the future of The Club.
�Would anyone
else like to break the rules?� he quipped with a half grin �It�s OK if you do,
as you have just seen, we can sort it out afterwards in just a few minutes.�
One or two of them shuddered and comments of �No fear�, muttered.
�Now everyone,
I have some good news for you. We have a new member joining us.� They looked
across at him with some surprise. �Yes, I am pleased to say that I am really
happy to introduce to you our new member, Lizzie.�
His little
jest broke the ice, and they all smiled and clapped. Even Lizzie looked across
at him and smiled a little.
Lizzie asked,
�What will my mum say when she sees me? She will want to know what happened. I
won�t be able to hide it from her.�
�Don�t worry,
Lizzie, you�re staying here for a few days, don�t you remember? Your mum has
gone to see your dad, and asked us if you could stay here. We will tell the
school you are away for a few days, so no one will know, and you can do what
ever you want here until you are better.
No one wanted
to do any of the usual salacious Club activities, so they sat around chatting,
played music and then watched the Disney channel on TV. Sam told them that the
following evening there would be another induction. Either Sandy or Mandy. They
had something special planned. He wanted them to look forward to the next
meeting, after the negativity of this one. He noticed several of them show some
interest and animation. He reminded them to pick up their kit to take home for
washing.
As they left,
Ellie, who had been waiting, met her girls at the door. Amber, ran to Ellie,
arms open wide and in a high excited tone told her mum what a fantastic time
they�d had on camp, and could she go again next time? It was obvious she had
enjoyed the time of her life. She was fingering her choker, a movement not
missed by her mum. Ellie glanced across at Sam. Their eyes locked for a moment.
Ellie smiled. It was a smile of grateful appreciation. Sam had clearly kept his
side of the deal.
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CHAPTER 33
Monday Night �
Meeting
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Sam asked
Sylvia if she would put Lizzie to bed. �Give her a full dose of the sleeping
potion to make sure she has a good night�s rest. When she�s out for the count,
you can use her for a while if you like. I will probably be back late. I have
to go and see
When Sam
arrived at the bar,
�Hi
�Hi-ho, Silver
I�m doing great, thanks,� answered
Sam, on
Sam wasn�t quite
sure how to play this, and nodded, but stayed silent.
�Well, I felt
I needed to know more, Sam. Particularly when well over $100M vanishes.
So,� Sam, over the weekend, I felt
justified in coming round to your place. If I hadn�t, someone else in the department
would have done sooner or later. So guess what I found? You have been a busy
boy, I must say. It took me a few hours to crack your encryption codes and
hidden web cloud storage sites, but I think I found most of what I was looking
for.�
�Let�s not
beat about the bush, Sam, you�re a pedo. Well I got news for you. I knew a long
time ago. You don�t live in close proximity with a guy for years and not have
an idea of what makes them tick. I saw how you looked at those kids in the
villages we patrolled in Rag Head Land. No, Sam I knew a long time ago. The
Professor knew too. So don�t think I was surprised. Some of your videos caught
my eye though. My daughter Jenny taking a crap for one, and that teacher friend
of yours, what�s her name, Yeah, Sylvia, molesting that retarded seven year
old.� Sam went to speak, but
Sam went to
speak again, but again was waved down by
�Sam, there is
something you don�t know about me though. I think I told you the kids and I
became very close after Molly died. Well, they were so traumatised, they slept
in my bed from that day onwards, and still do. Well, about six months ago,
Emily started growing, you know curves and bumps and that. She�s still only
ten. and, well, I won�t go into details, but, well, we started having a
relationship.� He looked at Sam, and grimaced. �Yeah, I started fucking her,
regularly, once or twice a week. I�m not proud of it, but I love my girls and
they love me. Anyway, little Jenny of course knew what was going on, and soon
enough demanded a slice of the action, and a month or two ago, we, well, you
know, it happened. I can�t believe I fucked my own seven year old daughter.�
Sam looked at
his friend. �Want another beer,
�As I said
earlier,� continued
�Sam, if
anything happens to me, I want you to take my kids and raise them as your own,
would you do that for me?�
�
�Look I don�t
know, call it instinct, call it nerves, call it what you like, but I would be
happier if you would say yes, sign and keep these papers, just in case. My dad
is a great help, and he would be to you too, but he is ill now, with Emphysema.
His lungs are shot from smoking, and couldn�t take the burden on himself.�
Sam raised his
hands in mock defence. �OK, OK, I�ll do it if that�s what you want. You know I
would anyway.�
�Tomorrow,
Yeah,� he
replied, I am sure. �If you fuck my kids from time to time, then perhaps I
won�t feel so bad about what I�ve been doing to them, and they�ll get to go on
some great trips too. Win, win. Now I�ve two other things we need to discuss.�
�What are
those,
�Well,
firstly, your state gymnastics people. Seems we have a file on them, and have
had for a while. Never quite enough to pull them in for.� He tossed a file over
to Sam. �Read that, you�ll see for yourself.�
Now, the other
thing, your stunt the other night pulled up was our friend Mayor
While they
were still talking,
�Got to go,
Sam,� he said, �things are moving.�
They got up,
and left the bar together. They were both parked in the large car park which served
all the outlets nearby. As Sam was starting up his truck, he saw
Sam walked
over to
Sam was in his
car, about to leave, when he caught sight of the street light, reflecting off
the gun. He had forgotten about it, and so not thought to tell the police. He went
over reached under the car, pulled it out and decided he would let them have it
when he made his report. He drove home. It had been a tough night, starting
with Lizzie�s beating and now his best friend getting killed.
He climbed the
stairs of his apartment, and remembering Lizzie would be in his bed, undressed
in the dark. He quickly washed, and climbed into bed. He hadn�t expected to
find Sylvia still there. She was sound asleep, back to the wall on the far side
of the bed, cuddling the unconscious girl. Really Sam knew he should be out in
the main school undertaking his duties, but after a long, long tough day, he
decided tonight was his night off.
He slipped
under the covers, and spooned into the ten year old. He needed something to
take his mind off
Pre-cum
started to seep from his crown, and he continued to feel and caress her bottom.
He applied a little pressure, and was surprised, when, without a lot of force
or foreplay, his crown sank slightly into her rosebud. He pulled back and
pressed again and with so much pre-cum now flowing from him, and the remains of
her last dump, she was as slick as grease. He went in deeper, and suddenly, he
felt his crown pop through the tight muscles of her sphincter, which then
clamped tightly round him. He pulled back and pressed again and again, slipping
deeper into her buttery tight depths each time. He felt a small turd press at
his tip, but he pushed through it.�
Further and further into her he sank, until at last his pubis was
pressed hard up against her bottom cheeks. He paused for a moment, just
savouring this feeling he had never experienced before. He was six and a half inches
up the rectum of a ten year old girl, and he had never felt anything quite as
good in his life. Her sphincter was tight around the base of his cock, like an
elastic band trying to cut off his circulation, but even as he lay relishing
the feeling of his penetration into her bowels, he felt her relax, as she
dilated around him.
He became
aware of eyes. He glanced up, and saw the glint of Sylvia�s eyes watching him.
He smiled at her.
�Are you doing
what I think you�re doing?� she asked with a smile.
�Yes,� he
replied, �this is incredible, I�ve never felt anything so tight in all my
life.�
Sylvia
switched on the light, and pushing the covers down, moved so she could see what
Sam was up to.
�God, if only
I had a cock,� she muttered, not for the first time, �what I wouldn�t give to
be where you are now.�
Sam started a
fucking motion, long slow strokes into the girl�s bum.
�I can smell
it now,� said Sylvia, �nice isn�t it? Wanna know what
I did when I got her to bed Sam? You won�t believe it.�
Sam was now
building up his speed, and really not into a conversation but he played along.
�What was that
Sylvia?� He said, struggling to get the words out.
�Well, after
she passed out, I thought it only right and proper to check her over, you know,
in case she was injured, or something.� Sam just grunted, his strokes now
making a full six inches each thrust. �Well,� she went on, �her pussy is so
swollen, at first I couldn�t even push my little finger in, even with some
�KY�. She was sealed up tight. Anyway, after a few minutes, I had a brainwave.
I got a drinking straw from your cupboard, and managed to slip it into her. I
had to wriggle it a bit, but it eventually went in. Are you listening to me
Sam?�
Sam was really
not listening at all. All he could feel was the incredible clamping ring
passing up and down his cock, with the preteen�s tight, tight passage squeezing
him deliciously every time he pressed into her. He grunted some kind of
acknowledgement.
�Well as I was
saying,� went on Sylvia, �as soon as the straw was in, loads and loads of her
gooey sticky cum liquid started to squirt out. I had to put the end in my mouth
to stop it going all over the bedding. I tell you Sam, there was as much as
when you cum. Well, I started to suck on the straw, and loads more came out.
When it stopped, I moved the straw around a bit and sucked again, and loads
more came out. I tell you something, Sam, you might think you punished this
girl hard, but she had the time of her life, I can tell you. She came good.�
Sam was getting
to the short strokes now, and was oblivious to Sylvia�s clucking. He never
heard her account of how she�d worked her massive dildo into Lizzie. All of a
sudden, he came. No warning, he came, in a big way. The pulses down his cock
hurt, so tight was she clamped down on him. He looked down, and as he looked,
he could see his cock, slickened with the translucent
precum, turn creamy, and almost immediately, brown.
He pressed in as far as he could get into the girl and held himself there,
while his orgasm washed over him. Pulse after pulse. Pleasure beyond measure.
Anal sex with a ten year old. This was going to be on his top ten list of
things to do from now on. Finally, he slowed, calmed and just lay there for
several minutes, as his pulse slowed, enjoying the mini pulses at the end of
his climax
His tumescent
erection gradually withered. Sam pulled out and rolled over. He swung his feet
off the bed, and walked to the bathroom to clean up. He couldn�t believe how
much shit was still plastered to his cock. She must have needed to �go�. He
picked up and wetted a face cloth, to clean Lizzie up, but� as he returned to the bedroom, he found
Sylvia had already buried her face in the youngster�s bottom. He was surprised,
mainly because before he got out of bed, he�d seen how much shit had been
smeared all around her bum. A meal of semen and shit didn�t really strike any
chords with Sam, but each to their own. Sylvia seemed happy enough, certainly
from the grunts and moans she was making she was anyway. He noticed she seemed
to be poking a drinking straw up the kid�s ass for some reason. Sam climbed
into bed, and was asleep in seconds.
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CHAPTER 34
Tuesday
morning � Routine returns
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Sam woke up at
3am, as was his norm, and got up to make an early start on his work rounds. He
had a lot to catch up on. By ten o�clock though he was having a coffee thinking
through his next call.
�Hello, State
gymnastics administration, Vanessa speaking, how may I direct your call?�
Sam introduced
himself, and asked to speak to Martin Stone, who was, and had been, the head
selector for both the senior and junior gymnastics teams for the last ten
years.
Following an
interesting and candid conversation, Sam ended the call with the succinct
statement, �Well Martin, let�s put it this way, as I have explained, the file I
will e-mail to you in a few minutes outlines the misdemeanours of several of
your coaches and staff, including yourself towards underage girls over quite a
few years. I have two brilliant gymnasts, who you are going to call into the
junior team today. They are not to be touched or molested in any way, and when
they are old enough, will be promoted to the senior team. Do I make myself
clear? Now I will send the file, and in return, I expect your reply confirming
their inclusion in the team with immediate effect. Meantime I will hold onto
this F.B.I. file and keep it safe. You play your part, they�ll never get their
file back.� Without waiting for an answer, Sam put the phone down, typed in
Martin Stone�s e-mail address and sent selected scanned pages from the file
During school
break, Sam needed to go over to the senior school to make some routine repairs,
he also wanted to find out what the history teacher had been up to. He had his
list of calls in his hand. As he passed one door, he saw the name: �William Mouseon � History� on the label. He looked up and down the
corridor. No one was about. He quietly tried the door. It was locked. He put
his ear to the door, and could hear noises. It sounded like a child crying. He
carefully unlocked the door with his pass key and as quietly as possible opened
the door an inch. He took in the scene before him in a moment. A girl of about
thirteen was on her knees by the teacher�s desk. She was stark naked. The
teacher was standing in front of her, holding her by her hair in a tight grip,
his erection held by the child in both hands. The girl�s mouth was stretched
round the head of his cock. He was jerking her head back and forth, thrusting
hard into her, she was clearly distraught, tears running down her face. Sam
pulled his camera from his pocket, set it to video record and walked into the
room, slamming the door behind him.
�What the fuck
is going on here?� he asked, A stupid question really, Sam thought to himself,
the answer was obvious. In a matter of seconds, the girl was on her feet and
ran to her clothing, which was in a pile nearby. While Sam was looking at the
history teacher, she was followed by the lens of Sam�s Camera, which later
showed Sam she was a slightly chubby girl, with quite well developed breasts
and a thick bush of pubic hair, hiding anything which might have interested
him. He often wondered why every man didn�t prefer bald preteens. The girl
quickly threw on her uniform blouse and skirt, and carrying the rest of her
clothing, ran from the room, fleeing her oppressor. Mouseon
on the other hand was struggling to do up his zip, trapping his foreskin in the
process. He eventually just sat down, silent, defeated. It was left to Sam to
take the initiative.
�Right,� said
Sam, he�d thought about how to handle Mouseon over
the weekend. Catching him red handed was a bonus. �I�ve seen enough�, he
continued. �We�re not going to have the police in here. We�re not going to drag
you, and therefore the girl through the court either. You are going to resign
immediately from this school for, how shall we word it, �health reasons�, but
go today you will, understand? You will not seek employment again in this town,
you will just vanish. Understood?� The man nodded dejectedly. Sam knew there
would be no further problems with him. Satisfied, Sam left Mouseon
to his misery and went back to his work.
On his way
across the playground, Sam saw several of the girls who had been away on camp.
They all waved and greeted him. Jasmine was among them. She came up to him and
with a big smile thanked him for her weekend trip. �Thanks Mr. Sam,� she said,
then in a lower tone, �I had a rilly good time. Wanna know sumfink? If you like,
you can fuck me again. For free.� Sam quickly looked around to ensure they
weren�t overheard. �Thanks, Jasmine,� he said, �I might just take you up on
that.� She grinned again at him and as she skipped away, she looked over her
shoulder laughing as she said �Any time you like.� Her red and black pleated
uniform tartan skirt bouncing up and down, not quite flashing her panties.
Sam made
himself a coffee and sat for a few minutes thinking through the events of the
past week. It had had it�s ups, like forming The Choices Club, and the benefits
to him that had come with it, and it�s downs, such as his friend
He looked at
his watch. Sylvia had told him if he looked in the changing rooms at about 11
o�clock, she would try to give him a little show. She�d told him which window
to peep through. He wasn�t sure what she had in mind. It was coming up for
eleven now. He took his coffee and went through to the corridor, sat down on
his stool and opened the cover.
Inside, were
the kindergarten class. All aged five and six. Sam could see the little tots
running around under the supervision of Sylvia and a junior teaching assistant.
They were making a game of getting the kids undressed for a swimming lesson.
�I know,� said
Miss. P., who would like to have a swing between my legs?� Every girl in the
class put their hand in the air. �OK,� she continued, �everyone can have a turn
after you get undressed. When you�re ready, come over here.� Sam switched on
his mounted camera.
The first girl
came over. She was a little podgy girl, with red curly hair. If she was six,
she was a young looking six. Miss. P. was now facing towards where she knew Sam
to be. She directed the kid to stand in front of her, facing the same way.
Miss. P. bent down, and took hold of the girl behind the knees and lifted. The
girl settled into a sitting posture in her teacher�s arms, her elbows naturally
spread out across Miss. P.�s forearms for support. Miss. P. moved her feet wide
apart, and still leaning forward, started to swing the child between her legs,
forwards and back. The tot loved it, and was giggling constantly. As the
swinging continued, and got higher and higher, so Miss. P. pulled the child�s
knees wide apart on the upswing. As a result, her whole pudenda was spread out
to Sam�s eyes, riveted to the spot between her thighs. Sam knew he could freeze
frame the film later and really check out the detail. His pre-cum was already
making his pants damp.
The next girl
took her turn. She was a tall but thin girl for her age, and as she was swung
up, seemed to push her legs out as far apart as she could. Her little cunt
winking open to Sam�s lustful eyes every upswing.
And so the
show continued, with over a dozen girls anxious to take their turn and in turn
display their potential to Sam. He wondered how many of them he would be
fucking in a few year�s time as Choice Club members. Soon they were in their
bathing suits, all previously given the �Sam treatment�. Many a camel toe being
on display through the thin, thin material.�
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CHAPTER 35
Tuesday late
morning � A showdown with The Mayor
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Late morning,
Sam had a delivery from the jewellers. It was the additional twelve silver and
two new special choker necklaces he�d ordered the previous week. They looked
beautiful. He hoped to award the new ones to them tonight.
Just then,
Marjorie called in. She looked flustered. �Hello Sam, I am sorry, but you�ve
been summoned to the Principal�s office again. This time it�s Mayor
�Oh, what�s
that all about Marj.?� Asked Sam in a matter-of-fact
tone.
�He�ll be here
in about twenty minutes time,� she continued. �Something to do with the way his
daughter Shirley was treated while away on camp. I did warn you Sam, she�s a
poisonous little viper that one.�
So when Sam
looked at her and asked if she would type a couple of letters, her face lit up.
After he explained what was needed, she asked. �What is it about you, Sam, you
always seem to be one step ahead of the opposition? What do you want in this
time?� Sam explained. �Do you want the $5m clause left in, Sam?� she asked with
a smile, cocking an eyebrow.
�No Marj.,� he laughed, following
Sam finished
what he was doing, then took the file
Without
preamble, he launched into a diatribe of spittle fuelled invective shouted
across the office aimed at both Mrs. Prentice and in particular Sam. He quoted
that his daughter had been physically, verbally and mentally abused. She had
been accused of arson and even of endangering three other pupils, when the
fault should be clearly laid on the supervising staff. Added to all that, child
nudism throughout the camp had been encouraged against all rules and laws.
� So clearly
Mr. Pottu�..Potttuensk�...
er Sam, you are unfit to be a teacher, or even run camping trips and so I have
to now tell you that�..�
�Sit down Mr.
�Now let�s not
get excited,� Sam�s voice had a smile to it. He was enjoying this. Celine sat
there open mouthed. She had witnessed Sam�s escapology before, but this time it
sounded bad.
�Let�s look at
the facts.� He went on. �Your daughter started the fire helped by Verity
Morgan. They were the only two to leave the circle round the campfire for
twenty minutes beforehand. Fifty other pupils witnessed it. Secondly, both
Miss. P. and I saw her push the canoe over the falls. It was dangerous and only
she was at fault. As far as any nudism is concerned, your daughter practiced
it, as did every girl there. It was hot, and they went skinny dipping. Kids do
it, I did it, I bet you did too. Don�t make an issue of it. As far as her being
assaulted is concerned, kids will be kids. They played a practical joke on her,
big deal, don�t make it more than it was.�
�But,� Sam
leaned forward and looked
�My
Sam was still
smiling at her comment, as he walked out, getting another grin and thumbs up
from Marjorie.
The rest of
the day was spent catching up on his workload, sorting out the camping
equipment and settling back into school routine.
Sam went
upstairs to see if Lizzie was awake. As he entered, he could see she was lying
on her front, with just a bed sheet over her, the weather still being hot. She
had heard him climbing the stairs and smiled as he entered.
�Hi Lizzie, is
there anything you need, something to eat or drink?� he asked. �How are you
feeling today?�
�Oh Sam, I am
so sore. Miss. P. came in an hour or so ago and gave me some painkillers,
sprayed me with your cold stuff and made me drink a lot of water, as she said I
would be dehydrated. All it�s done is made me want to pee. Can you help me up,
I gotta go.� Sam pulled off the sheet covering her
and saw the red, blue and black lines across her naked upper thighs. He helped
her stand, but she couldn�t straighten her legs, so they crab walked to the
toilet.
�Sam, I can�t
sit, it hurts too much,� she said looking at him. �Can you hold me?�
She turned,
and squatted over the pan, supported by Sam. Almost immediately, a golden
stream of steaming pee flowed from her urethra, splashing into the bowl. �Ow, that stings,� she muttered. Sam heard her grunt, and
saw a long turd drop into the water below. He wondered offhand if it still had a
cock shaped dent in the end of it. Two more followed. She asked him if he would
clean her up. She turned and leaned on the wall, exposing her whole pudenda to
his gaze. The full extent of her bruising was evident to see. She would take a
while to recover from this. He took some paper and carefully wiped her anus.
She moaned at the sudden pain. He could see white, crusted, dried, semen
plastered around her hole, a clear indication of the liberty he took the
previous night.
He helped her
back to bed and talked to her for a while, reassuring her that what was behind,
was behind. �All I can feel is pain on my behind,� she joked.
�I have a job
for you Lizzie, if you�re interested,� he sounded her out. He explained what he
wanted. �Will you be OK to come to tonight�s meeting, do you think?�
�Wild horses
wouldn�t keep me away, Sam and after what you just asked me, I will make sure I
am there.�
�Sam,� she
went on, �I was stupid in what I did, you know, talking to Karen like that.
It�s only now I realise what trouble it could have caused everyone. I am really
sorry.�
Sam put a
reassuring hand on her shoulder. �Lizzie, you were the first to be inducted
into The Choices Club and I am really pleased you are still in it and that no
harm was done as it turned out. We will never talk about it again, OK?�
�OK,� she
replied. She held her arms out. As she leaned over to hug him, she winced with
the pain.
�Would you
tell me a secret?� asked Sam. She nodded, uncertain what was coming next. �Did
you enjoy your punishment yesterday?�
Lizzie blushed
to the roof. �Was it so obvious, Sam? Does anyone else know?�
He patted her
shoulder again. �Probably only to Miss. P. and I.� He stood, walking to the
door and looked over his shoulder. �Oh, and every girl in the meeting as well.�
He left her with a big grin on his face, to suffer her embarrassment.
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CHAPTER 36
Tuesday
Afternoon � Mandy�s tuition.
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During the
afternoon, Sandy and Mandy had their usual free period, and so, as usual came
over to Sam�s for their �extra tuition�. The girls were on a high state of
excitement, as they knew one of them would be inducted that afternoon. Sam was
half way through preparing the special equipment they needed.
�Have you two
decided who is going first, or would you like me to spin a coin again, to
decide?� he said, remembering the first time he�d fucked them. They shook their
heads and asked him to toss the coin, as they removed their school uniforms.
Sandy won and
opted to be inducted today. Mandy looked quite disappointed, so Sam told her
she could go second in the tuition and get his orgasm as a bonus, and could
choose how she would like to fuck today. The nine year old shook her long blond
hair, hanging over the edge of the table, and swept it back with a hand and
smiled. �Sam could you do it doggy style, like my first time, I think I�d like
that.�
They spent the
next half hour setting up the equipment for Sandy�s induction� and fine tuning it so it was ready for the
meeting later. Sandy and Sam had practiced and practiced, and he knew he
wouldn�t take long to cum if he wasn�t careful. He suspected Sandy kept it all going
longer than necessary to get a few extra cums for herself.
Finally, Sam
gestured for Mandy. �Your turn, I think.� The beautiful blond, emerald eyed
preteen made to move to the stairs, but Sam, knowing Lizzie was upstairs,
suggested they used the table here instead. He grabbed a pile of pillows and
placing them on the end of the table edge, indicated for her to bend over them
and make herself comfortable.
�Sam,� she
asked, looking over her shoulder at him, her beautiful nine year old body now
bent over the table and just waiting for him, �do you mind if I ask you
something?�
�No, Mandy,
what�s that�.
�You�ve always
been so gentle with us, like we were made of china or something�, she stated.
�Would you try doing it harder for me. I think I would like that.�
Sam�s heart
skipped a beat. He had fancied a real good hard fuck for a long time, but
didn�t want to hurt his girls.
Both Sam and
Mandy were very aroused. With Sandy, he and she had spent the last half hour
setting up and testing the equipment for the induction later. Mandy, watching
all of this, was dripping wet, and Sam�s own pre-cum was pouring from his cock
in long translucent strings. No foreplay was going to be needed here.���
�Mandy, if
it�s a good hard fuck you want, a good hard fuck is what you�ll get. You�ll
need to tell me though. I don�t want to hurt you, OK? Bend back over the table
and we�ll see how it goes.�
The girl was
in position even before he�d finished speaking. Sam stepped in behind her, and
twisting his hands so his thumbs pointed outwards, placed each of his palms
against her inner thighs, his finger tips caressing her damp cleft. Increasing
the pressure, he carefully spread her labia apart, and simultaneously pressed
his cock into her vagina entry. She was tight, despite her �training�; she was
very tight. He had to keep reminding himself she was after all just nine years
old.
Sam pressed
in. Despite their combined slippery wetness, her cunt gripped him, and as he
pressed in, dragged his foreskin back down his cock. He pulled back a little,
allowing his precum to get milked into her, and
pushed again. Mandy�s legs were just too short to allow her toes to touch the
floor, as she was bent over the cushions piled on the table. She was holding
onto the far edge of the table to stop herself slipping back. She curled her
feet around the table legs, spreading her thighs wide apart.
Sam adored
fucking these two girls. Quite apart from the fact that they were stunningly
beautiful, in their faces, bodies and most important to Sam, their pussies,
they were athletic, and could bend their bodies in a way the others couldn�t.
They were just nine, loved cuming, and had pussies so tight, he always wondered
if he would be able to get into them when he started. But, they were
enthusiasts and just loved doing whatever they did and right now that was
fucking.
He had started
to gently pump into her, getting deeper all the time. As he did, she was
curling her hips back and forth, meeting his thrusts, her long blond hair
waving in the air, her emerald green eyes screwed up shut. �Can you do it
harder now, Sam?� she asked, almost as a gasp.
Sam had just
bottomed out against her rubbery cervix and as he looked down, he could see an
inch and a half of his cock still wanting to push into her. He pulled back, and
pushed in again, harder this time, out and back. He couldn�t hurt the girl, it
wasn�t in his nature, but as she said �Sam, please do as I asked you. Please do
it hard�, he upped his game. Sam pulled back and this time thrust hard into
Mandy, and this time, his pubis smacked against her bum, his balls swinging up
under her hitting her mound. �Again,� she said, �but harder, please, harder.�
He pulled back
again, and now thrust with all his strength into her. His rigid cock, slamming
into her depths, was now all the way in. He couldn�t believe a nine year old
could take him all the way, all six and a half inches. He had been told what to
do, and Sam now kept a rhythm of pulling almost all the way out and slamming
hard back into her. The slapping of their bodies as they smacked into each
other was as loud as someone clapping their hands. Sam started to thrust
faster, about once a second, but keeping up the force. Mandy was grunting and
snorting, her orgasm overwhelming her, appropriate, as Sam was rutting her like
a pig. This wasn�t sordid, but it was certainly animalistic. This was sex for
the pure pleasure, not for any sort of affection.
At last, Sam
felt Mandy start to go a little limp, her climax edging back. It was then that
his own climax slammed into him, almost without warning. As the surge hit him,
he stopped thrusting and simply pressed in as far as he could go. He could feel
her cervix tight around his crown, as he pulsed deep, deep into her. He didn�t
pull back, just kept his cock locked into her and came and came, over and over.
Mandy came again, as if his semen had started her going once more, or the
pulsing of his cock had stimulated her deep inside. Finally, as Sam�s orgasm
gradually slowed to a stop, he leaned forward, resting his weight on Mandy�s
back, nuzzling his nose into her long blond hair, smelling her scent, relishing
his ecstasy, as the after glow of his intense fuck slowly swept over him. He
was getting rather fond of underage fucking. He giggled to himself, �that�s an
understatement!�
As Sam�s
senses slowly returned, he realised the table he and Mandy were bent over had
moved across the room from one side of his workshop to the other, at least
fifteen feet. He smiled again � this was the only way to travel. He looked down
at the nine year old and saw her beautiful face glowing in the aftermath of her
long, sensuous, but almost violent orgasm. Her post climax malaise had made her
nearly insensible. Sam was still tumescent, although his cock had softened a
little. The experience of the last fifteen minutes had left him mentally very
aroused. He started to pull back from the little girl, but his crown seemed to
be locked. He pulled harder, and felt his crown pop back through the tight
restriction in her deepest part. Surely he hadn�t penetrated her cervix. It wasn�t
possible, he had always thought. Whatever, she�d enjoyed it, he�d enjoyed it
and anyway, it had been one of the best fucks of his life.
The girls had
to get to another class, and were soon dressing, chatting in their high pitched
sing song voices, as little girls do and making sure they hadn�t forgotten
anything before they were gone.
Sam sat for a
few minutes collecting his thoughts, before getting dressed himself and picking
up the keys for his truck left the building. He drove round to see Paddy Bandon,
who he knew was staying at
Paddy was
wheezing. His emphysema was getting bad. Sam couldn�t believe Paddy was sitting
in a wheelchair, with an oxygen mask in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
A large glass of Black Bush, Bushmills Irish whiskey
on the table nearby.
They chatted
for a while, both avoiding the burning subject. Eventually Sam asked Paddy,
�Did
�Yes,� he
replied, �they�re upstairs in one of the bedrooms. In fact it was me that
talked him into asking you to be their adoptive father if the worse happened.
He did talk to you about it didn�t he?�
�Don�t worry
Paddy,� continued Sam, �we talked about it the night he was killed and he gave
me the papers to sign. When you�re ready and when you think the girls are
ready, we�ll talk about what we do next. Are you OK to look after them for a
while?�
�Yes, Sam,�
said Paddy picking up his glass with a shaking hand, taking a long sip,
continued, �I can look after them for now, but the doctor said I shouldn�t
expect to last another year, and I�ll be in a nursing home well before that. I
think the girls should come to you as soon as possible, Sam, for their sake.
Just then,
Emily and Jenny came running down the stairs. They rushed over to Sam, and
flung their arms around his neck, almost choking him. It was as if they wanted
to make sure he wouldn�t abandon them too. He put an arm around each of their
waists and hugged them to him. He looked at them, the tear stains on their
cheeks spoke for themselves. They sat on his lap and leaned against his chest
while Sam continued with small talk with Paddy. Paddy was really gratified to see
how comfortable and relaxed the girls were with Sam.
Soon it was
time to leave, Paddy was tired. Sam wondered whether Paddy was looking after
the girls or was it the other way round. Right now they needed each other. He
promised to come back tomorrow and headed back to school.
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CHAPTER 37
Tuesday
Afternoon - Sandy�s Induction
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Following the
previous meeting�s punishment of Lizzie, Sam was keen to lift the morale of
everyone and make today�s go with a real buzz. So he fussed making final
arrangements before everyone arrived. He helped Lizzie get up and shower. He
noticed the back of her thighs were black and blue. She walked carefully with a
slight limp. He couldn�t help noticing that today she was walking bow legged,
presumably to avoid friction between her thighs. Whatever, it made the gap
beneath her pudenda amazingly sexy, as she �walked around the pain� Her cleft
opened and closed continually, her clitoris popping in and out each step she
made. She came downstairs wrapped in Sam�s bathrobe and a pair of his slippers,
and sat in an armchair with lots of cushions around her.
�Sam,� she
asked casually, �why is tonight�s meeting down here? I thought we usually had
them upstairs.�
Sam was still
fussing about, making sure he�d got everything ready. �Oh,� he said, glancing
across at her, seeing she was cuddling her knees to her chest in her usual
armchair position, showing off her swollen pudenda to his view, �today�s
induction needs a higher room. The ceiling upstairs is too low for what�s going
to happen. You�ll see.� Lizzie sat quietly, letting Sam ogle her. She found it
reassuring and parted her knees a little further for him. She�d thought a lot today,
lying upstairs in the bed, listening to the school activities going on outside.
She knew she had nearly lost something which had become very dear to her. She
was going to make sure it never happened again. She was sore from her
punishment, but she would have accepted worse to stay in the club, and she was
grateful to be here.
A few minutes
later, the first girls arrived and within a couple of minutes, they were all
there. As usual Sylvia came in last, locking the door behind her. Sam
immediately realised there was an excited air of expectancy in the room.
Clearly the girls were looking forward to the induction with anticipation. He
had noticed most of them smile at Lizzie curled in the armchair in the corner.
Not only that, he noticed that the girls, while chatting about their day, and
the girly politics of the school, were undressing as if it was the most natural
thing in the world. He smiled quietly to himself. His earlier fears evaporating
like dawn mist on a summer�s morning.
Sam called
them to order. �Right, girls, I have a number of things for you today. First of
all, the stairs leading to the new Clubhouse have been completed today. The
builders are starting on the inside renovations tomorrow.� There was an excited
stir. This was sooner than they had expected. �Next, I had an idea last week
about how The Club should be run. It�s your Club, not mine. So I have decided
there should be a leader. This will help as The Club grows. One of you should
lead, be the point of contact, discuss issues, �Head Girl� if you like. I have
my own ideas, but I want you to vote on this in a secret ballot.� They all
looked around, chatting quietly, smiling and nodding.
Sam had
prepared some slips of paper and handed them around together with some pencils.
�Write the name of the person, who you think should be your leader, on the
paper, then fold it and put it on the table.� They all quickly scribbled onto
and folded the papers. �If there isn�t a two thirds majority, we will hold a
second vote,� he said, picking up the ballot papers. Opening them one at a
time, smoothing them out on the table, he soon had a wry smile. Finally, when
he had opened them all, he looked around the room and announced. �It is almost
unanimous. Every vote bar one was for Sally.� Sam didn�t add the exception was
in Sally�s hand writing and said, �Lizzie�. Sam knew for sure now The Club
members, like himself had recognised Sally�s new found leadership qualities.
He announced
the result and there was a round of applause. Sam beckoned her to come forward.
Standing in bare feet before him, naked, she looked inches taller than she had
done as the bullied girl of a week ago. Sam reached up and unclipped her choker
necklace, so precious to every member. He carefully placed it on the table,
where lay a long sleek box. He lifted it�s lid and emptied the contents into
the palm of his hand. It was wrapped in tissue paper. As he removed the paper,
they could see it was a similar choker to the one Sam had just removed, but
this was solid gold. There was a collective gasp. All the girls stepped forward
surrounding Sally, congratulating her, and fingering the new necklace. Everyone
was grinning. After a few minutes, Sam asked for some quiet, and they resumed
their seats.
�Next,�
continued Sam �after what happened with Lizzie,� he glanced across at her,
seeing her blush a little at the reference to her transgression, �I have
decided we need someone in charge of discipline. This won�t be me or Miss. P.
It will be one of you. They will instruct the new members in the rules and make
sure none of them are broken. They will be authorised by me to impose minor
punishments if members don�t do their homework, or neglect their duties. They
will also put members right if someone needs correcting, and I don�t need to be
informed. I was wondering who the very best person would be to take on this
task, and I decided that Lizzie would be perfect.� Every eye in the room looked
across at the abashed Lizzie, still curled in her chair, now hiding her face
behind her hands.
�So,� continued
Sam, �I propose Lizzie, may I have a show of hands, unless anyone wants to
propose someone else.� There was a moment�s hesitation, then, one by one, every
hand in the room was raised.�
�Excellent,�
smiled Sam, �Lizzie would you come over here please?� She uncurled herself and
carefully stood, pressing her hands onto the chair arms, and limped over to
where Sally had stood a moment before. She shrugged off the towelling robe and
let it drop to the floor. She understood all The Club presentations were
conducted naked, demonstrating their equality and that the recipient had
nothing to hide. All the members could now see the damage to her thighs from
last night�s punishment, and felt some sympathy for the poor girl. Sam reached
up and unclipping her choker, took up the other box lying on the table, and
taking it�s contents, reached around and clipped it together behind her neck.
This time, the plates on the choker alternated between solid gold and silver.
It looked wonderful. The most precious thing Lizzie had ever owned.
Again all the
members gathered round admiring the choker and congratulated her on her new,
important role in the running of The Club. Sam looked at his watch. Twenty
minutes had passed and he was conscious that Sandy�s induction would take at
least another twenty minutes.
He asked Miss.
P. to bring the scales. Quickly, Vera and Vicky were weighed, followed by
Hannah. Miss. P. read the figures out. In the last week, Vicky and Vera had
both lost seven pounds, and Hannah had gained eight. Sam had to concur and join
in with the applause that followed. They had all worked hard and were now
beginning to get the results they deserved.
�At this
rate,� smiled Sam, �Vicky and Vera will be inducted the week after next.�
Everyone applauded again. He was certainly beginning to see the new attractive
figures of the, previously porky, girls emerging, and was looking forward to
fucking them both when the time came.
Sam stood
again and said. �Before we have the induction, I have another little announcement
to make.� There was a hush. The Club members had found that Sam�s �little
announcements� tended to be really interesting. �Today, I received this
letter.� Sam held up the piece of paper he had just pulled from a folder on the
table. �What it says is Mandy and Sandy have had their wish granted.� There
were a lot of puzzled faced around the room. Sam smiled. �No that�s not what it
actually says. What it says is they have been invited to join the State Junior
gymnastics team from the start of next term. What it doesn�t say, but I can
promise, they won�t be asked to do anything they don�t want to, or for, the
coaches, to stay in the team. I have also had assurances that when they reach
the qualifying age, they will join the senior State team. They will be given
the chance when the time comes to compete for a place in the national team, and
if successful, through their own merit, the Olympics. You have had your wish
come true.�
There was a
pause in the room, as the full impact of what Sam had said sank home, and
suddenly the room erupted with clapping and cheering. Everyone surrounded Sandy
and Mandy patting them on the back and congratulating them. Sam reached over to
the shelf, and pulled down the two Junior State Team leotards which he had
shown to them the previous week, and presented them to the two girls. They
hugged Sam, tears of joy falling down their cheeks. He just enjoyed cupping
their naked little bottoms while they clung to him for several minutes, while
the applause from their friends caressed the two of them.
Miss. P.
tapped her watch, and gave Sam a meaningful look. Time was pressing. Sam stood
and slipped off his sweats. He moved to one of the roof support pillars, and
untied a cord fixed to a bracket. It had held two ropes and two straps. The
ropes had gymnastic rings spliced to their ends, whilst the straps were the
same ones Sam had used last Tuesday, to hold Hannah�s legs apart, when he had
fucked her for the first time. These were all suspended from one of the main
roof beams in a line. It had taken Sam some time to get them to the correct
length and spaced exactly right. The two outer ones, the straps, their looped
ends about a foot from the floor, the inner two, the rings, about four feet
higher. Everyone watched, as Sandy stepped forward, carefully placed a floor
mat down before putting her feet into the two web strap loops, and held the
higher rings with her hands for support. As she took her whole weight on her
hands, her feet swung forward together, above the floor.� She repeatedly pulled and pushed the rings,
building some momentum. She was swinging back and forth, almost touching the
roof with her feet, as she swung higher and higher up. Her taught body muscles
were rippling with the effort. Just as quickly, she slowed, and again taking
her weight on her arms, brought her feet vertically beneath her, in a graceful
pose.
Sam stepped
forward, and sat on the mat just in front of
In this
position, all the girls, now crowded round, had an uninterrupted view of Sam�s
Cock and Sandy�s vagina, where they joined.
They paused
for a moment, before Sandy pulled herself upwards with her hands, pulling on
the rings above her, lifting up off his cock. Her pussy looked as though it was
turning inside out as she raised herself. Six inches up, she nearly pulled off
him, before dropping back down. As she did, her feet were pulled up again by
the straps, her pink clitty now dipping into her pussy, dragged in by Sam�s
cock.
Sandy pulled
up, and dropped again, a little faster this time, and up and down. She had
practised this several times and now intended to enjoy it to the full. She had
the control of the pace, rhythm and intensity of this incredibly sexy act,
which only someone with her amazing gymnastic capabilities could even consider
attempting. She grunted with the effort each time she lifted herself. Soon, she
knew, those grunts would become orgasmic. She already felt the tingle deep
inside her nine year old body, as she allowed Sam�s cock to pound into her
cervix each time she dropped. Sandy, though, wanted more. She wanted Sam to
enjoy this more than any other induction or Club fuck he had had. She wanted to
thank him for what he had done for her and Mandy in getting them into the state
team.
Sam was
watching her closely. He knew she was enjoying this intensely. Small beads of
perspiration formed on her forehead armpits and, surprisingly, under her areol�, where her boobs would one day be, but he knew it
wasn�t from effort, but from her arousal. He noticed the tension in her thighs
and biceps as she continued to lift and drop onto him. This had to be one for
the most erotic fucks of his life. Her pussy was incredibly tight on his cock.
It gripped, squeezed, massaged and pulsed on him. He had been able to slip into
her easily, not because she was large down there, she was only nine,� but because she was so well lubricated in
preparation for this induction as well as the position she was in. As a result,
her vagina pulled and pushed on him, extending and compressing him each cycle.
He could feel her hard cervix bumping against his crown each time she dropped,
just giving a little, caressing his sensitive spot. He knew he couldn�t go
deeper, as he had with her half sister, Mandy, although he would have loved
that.
Sandy started
to twitch, and twist slightly as she lifted and dropped. Sam knew she was
approaching her climax, and it was going to coincide beautifully with his own.
She suddenly snorted. Her muscles shaking with the effort. Her eyes screwed up
tight. Sam�s orgasm arrived the instant hers did. At that very moment, Sandy�s
fingers slipped on the rings, losing their grip, as she plunged on her downward
motion and she let go, her full weight dropping directly onto Sam�s cock head.
Sam felt a sudden intense stab of pain, and then as his pulsing orgasm
continued, he realised he was completely inside her. How was it possible. He
neither knew nor cared just then. His ejaculation had been immense, and he knew
all of it had gone deep into the child�s womb. Deep, deep inside her pulsating
body.
Sam had needed
to steady the girl as she had dropped and instinctively clasped her hips. Her
legs were still stuck out sideways, clasped as they were in the straps, her
feet high in the air. Her full weight was resting on his pubis. Sam could feel
the pulsing of the child�s orgasm continue in diminishing spasms on his cock,
and the shaking of her muscles against his palms. His own climax slowed and
calmed at a similar pace, her final spasm squeezing the last of his semen from
him.
Finally,
Sandy�s eyes popped open. She looked down at Sam, then around at her friends.
Slowly the brightest smile lit up the room, as the full feeling of her post
orgasmic pleasure swept over her. �Wow�, she said, �fucking wow. I have got to
do that again. Fucking wow.�
Sam smiled as
he lifted his hips, raising her, so she could reach up again for the rings
above her head, allowing her to pull herself off him, with a loud sucking and
popping sound. In a swift pre-arranged movement, Sam slid along the floor mat,
out from under the child and made room for Miss. P. to slide her face under
Sandy�s pudenda. Sandy gently lowered herself onto the face of her favourite
teacher. Sylvia�s mouth opened and sucked in the whole of the little girl�s
distended vulva, as the child pressed her weight down. Her legs, still in the
straps, again spread out in an obscenely erotic move, pulling her entire pussy
wide open, allowing a vast amount of cum inside Sandy to start being pulled
down by suction and gravity. Already, Sandy could feel Miss.P�s
tongue arousing her clitty, and a small echo of climax once again washed over
her.
Sam was
sitting on the mat beside them now, still recovering from one of the best
climaxes of his entire life. He looked up at Mandy, who was looking across at
him and nodded down towards Miss. P. Mandy didn�t need telling twice, and
scooted over between the teacher�s spread legs, and gently started to lick
Sylvia�s cunt out. Soon Sylvia was cuming gently as her clit received the
attention it so craved as her mouth slowly sucked out the spent cum from the
child�s tiny, pink, swollen cunt.
Sam stood, and
picked up the long slender box on the table, and opening it, took out the
silver choker. He turned back to Sandy, who was now panting, her head bowed
forward, beads of sweat on her silky skin. She was motionless, other than an
occasional tremor and her heavy breathing. She was still hanging from the
rings, her legs splayed out each side. Miss. P. was finishing cleaning her
pussy, the tongue making sure nothing was missed. As Sam moved to place it
around her neck, she looked up at him in an adoring expression of love. He had
transformed her young life in the few days she had known him and she loved him
for it. If ever he asked her to do something for him, anything at all, she
would do it.
Sam looked
around the room. He hadn�t noticed any movement, but all the girls were on
hands and knees, having arranged themselves into a circle about them. Each girl
had her face pressed into the bottom of the girl in front, licking and
fingering them. Moans and grunts were coming from them all by now. Suddenly, an
alarm clock on the phone in Miss. P�s bag went off. She had set it to warn them
when it was five minutes to six. Time to get dressed, ready for the mother�s to
collect their innocent daughters from their after school club.
In a blur of
activity, they were soon dressed, hair combed, belongings assembled and ready
to go home. Lizzie held up her hand, and all the girls looked at her
expectantly. �Twenty,� she said, �that makes Hannah the winner.� Sam looked
puzzled, while Hannah walked over to Lizzie, who handed her a small pile of one
Dollar bills.
Sandy raised
her hand and coughed to announce she wanted to say something. Sam knew what was
coming. �As it was my induction, I would like to pledge to you all, I will
always follow all five of The Club rules.� She glanced at Lizzie with a cheeky
grin, �Yes all five of the Club rules.� The group giggled with her. �Also, Sam,
thank you for making my induction so very special. I will treasure the memory
all my life. And thank you for my lovely necklace.
A knock on the
door announced it was time to go, and soon the girls had all left except Miss.
P. and Lizzie, who were tidying things up. Suddenly another tap on the door,
and Ellie popped her head in. �Er, Sam, would you be around for a quick chat
first thing in the morning, I wanted a quiet word?�
�Sure Ellie,�
he answered �anything special?�
�No,� she
said, �just a couple of things about the trip. Oh and by the way,� she paused,
smiling, as he gave her a quizzical look, �you need to open some windows in
here, it smells like there�s been an orgy. See you in the morning� She grinned,
a bright twinkle in her eyes, and was gone.
Sam smiled. He
really was growing to like Ellie. As he walked back in, he glanced at Lizzie�s
bruised thighs, and admired how she seemed�
to manage to bend while helping Sylvia, without complaint. She needed to
have another good night�s sleep. He would make sure Sylvia gave her a full dose
of the sleeping potion. Besides, he might like to fuck her up the ass again
later.
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CHAPTER 38
Tuesday Night
� Celine�s Indiscretion
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The evening
passed quickly, and after they had eaten and watched a Disney show with Lizzie,
started making preparations for bed. Sam realised that Sylvia had moved in.
Nothing had been said, it had just happened. That would keep Marjorie going for
a few days. Sam smiled. He didn�t mind at all. In fact he wondered if she might
like to get married. Their mutual support and cover seemed to be working very
well for them both, a baby would be good cover too. �Paris was a nice wedding
venue�, he thought.
Sam changed
into his work clothes, as Sylvia and Lizzie stripped for bed. He kissed them
both on the lips, and left them to their girlie cuddles.
Before he
started work, though, he had one little job to do. He drove his truck out to
the trailer park, and leaving it a short distance away from the entrance, cut
through the perimeter hedge and navigated the few trees surrounding the
trailers. He quickly located Dolly�s, and sat under cover, in deep shadow.
Looking at his watch, he knew he had timed it well, confirmed when he saw the
lights of a car sweep through the trees, coming to a halt outside Dolly�s
trailer. It was Celine�s car, as he�d expected. She
got out and knocked on the door. Dolly opened it, and let her in.
A minute or
two later, Dolly stepped out, and speaking into the open door said, �I�ll get
off to work then. Could you let yourself out when you�re finished with her, and
lock the door as usual when you leave?� An �OK� came from inside, and the door
was closed. In seconds, Dolly had started her car and driven off.
Sam waited
several minutes, before stealthily approaching the trailer. A single window was
lit from inside. The curtains had been pulled roughly closed, but a gap of a
couple inches enabled Sam to see clearly inside. Jasmine was lying naked on a
bed just beneath the window. Her shiny brown skin looked silky and soft. Her
feet were drawn up to her bottom, and her knees were splayed out sideways,
lying flat on the bed in a position only young girls seemed to be able to
achieve. Her pussy was spread open, and a little moisture could be seen running
out from her vagina into the valley between the cheeks of her bottom�� She had a warm smile on her face. She obviously
liked Celine, and what she wanted to do to her.
Getting his
camera out, Sam started to capture what was going on and, more important to
him, every detail of the little girl�s body. Her pink cunt, so light in
contrast to the dark brown of the rest of her body. Her, almost black, areol� surrounding her tiny, but proud, little nipples.
Celine had slowly undressed. Sam had to admit that despite her long jet black
hair and in contrast, chalky white skin tone, reminding him again of Morticia, she had a remarkably good body for someone in her
fifties. Sam photographed her anyway. A good one for the album.
In an
obviously well rehearsed action, Celine stepped to the foot of the bed, and as
she did so, Jasmine pulled her knees up either side of her ears, laid her palms
on the backs of her thighs, and using her finger tips, pulled herself open as
far as her pussy could stretch. Celine knelt on and slid up the bed, her tongue
pressing straight into Jasmine�s eight year old pussy. Celine spent several
minutes licking, tasting, probing and caressing the girl�s vagina with her
tongue, Sam could see she had an arm under, and from her movements was,
masturbating herself.
After about
ten minutes, the two changed places in, again what appeared to be, a practiced
move. It was then only a matter of a minutes before Celine exploded in a
massive orgasmic climax. She was thrusting her pussy hard into� the eight year old child�s mouth, her own
face screwed up in what looked like agony, but clearly from the noises was
ecstasy.�
Sam had
confirmed what he�d suspected, captured some great photos, and decided it was
time to go, leaving quietly the way he�d come.
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CHAPTER 39
Wednesday,
early hours � Watson comes to call
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He worked a
long shift, catching up on some of the jobs accumulated over the last few days.
Finally, he was done for the night and locked his stuff away in the Janitor�s
store in the main building, and had a quick wash. He was pensive as he walked
across the yard towards his quarters. Certainly he looked forward to slipping
into Lizzie�s bottom in a few minutes time. He was almost at the corner of the
main school building, when suddenly, his senses were on alert. It was about two
in the morning. He never ignored this instinct. It had saved his life more than
once. He froze, pressing against the brickwork, eyes scanning. He saw it, a
shadow, darker than the night, movement, stealthy movement. Someone trying to
be invisible. They were moving towards the door at the back of his workshop.
Sam knew it was locked. He moved like a cat along the brick wall, moving to the
other side. He wanted to enter by the main door, and be hidden ready for
whoever it was by the time they managed to crack the door lock.
Inside, he
quickly and silently moved behind the door, picking up a large piece of steel
tube, about the size and weight of a pickaxe handle. The door moved slightly,
edging open. A creak of a floor board warned Sam of the intruder�s position.
The barrel of a gun appeared in the gloom, a hand, gloved in black, an arm
extended. Sam was tempted to smash the gun from the hand, but knew the intruder
may bolt for it and return another day; he waited. Finally the intruder, facing
into the room presented Sam with the chance to overcome him, which he did by
way of a calculated blow to a target spot just above his ear. Enough to drop
him, but not kill, the man went down. By the time he came to his senses, he was
sitting on the floor, tied to a roof support post, hands and feet secured with
twisted lengths of fence wire. His gun was on the table.
Sam had now
switched the light on and moving to the man, pulled off the balaclava he was
wearing on his head. He was the same man he�d seen in the car park the night
�I assume
Watson, now
spoke for the first time. �I came for my own reasons. You saw me when I took
down your pal Bandon. I was just tidying up any loose ends.� He looked up at
Sam and smiled. �The only people who know my working name are clients. How did
you know who I was?� His eyes narrowed. He wanted to know.
�Let�s just
say Morgan let the cat out of the bag,� said Sam, �or at least his last payment
to you did. Five big ones.�
Watson nodded
in understanding. �Ah, that was you was it? And the twins?� Sam nodded to both
questions. �What�s a school janitor getting mixed up with drug cartels and
fixers like me?� Watson asked in genuine puzzlement.
�Let�s say I
wasn�t always a janitor,� said Sam. �I did my time like you overseas. Now we
need to decide what to do about you. For a start you killed my best friend
Watson nodded.
�Go on,� he said, �I�m listening.�
�How about
this for an idea. You only allow clients to know who you are right?� Watson
nodded again. �OK,� continued Sam, �Let�s say I became a client. You wouldn�t
need to silence me then, would you? And, I�d have to stay silent because I�d
become a client and given you a contract!� More surprise showed on Watson�s
face. Sam rustled in his pocket, and pulled out a single Dollar bill. �Here�s
your contract fee,� he said, tucking it under Watson�s gun on the table. �Now I
want you to pay a little visit on Mr.
Watson�s brow
furrowed. Tonight had been full of surprises. In his experience, clients had
sometimes ended their lives as hits, but this was the first time one of his
hits had become a client. He smiled. �I think we have a deal Mr. Janitor! But,
what�s in it for me?�
�You owe me a
life,� said Sam, �an eye for an eye. My friend
�No need,�
replied Watson, �I have an appointment with him in the morning. I think he
wants to become a client. I wonder who he wants hit?� He smiled meaningfully at
Sam. �How do you know I won�t just accept his contract and come back and finish
the job? Actually, I�m not that sort. I am a professional, I have accepted your
contract. But how do you know I wouldn�t?�
�Well,� said
Sam, nodding towards his camera, still positioned from The Club activities
earlier, �that�s recorded everything we�ve said and uploaded it to a site on
the web I have. It is programmed to download to media organisations if I don�t
set a trigger code every few weeks.� It was bullshit, but Watson didn�t know
that.
Watson nodded.
�Well it doesn�t matter, because strange as it may sound, people like me have a
code, a professional integrity. A sort of honour among thieves attitude to our
work. The job will be done, and you will not hear from me again after I confirm
the contract is complete. Let me have your mobile number, I will WhatsApp you
when it�s done.�
By now, Watson
had untwisted the wire around his ankles, and after rubbing the circulation
back into his feet, stood. Sam, taking a risk, indicated the gun and Dollar
laying on the table. Watson walked over, picked them up. He see-sawed them in
his hands, as if making a decision, then putting them in his jacket pocket,
moved to the door, opened it and was gone.
Sam breathed
out, the tension falling from him. He pulled out the gun he�d tucked into his
belt at the small of his back and tossed it onto the table. The same gun Watson
had shot
Sam put the
lights out, and climbed the stairs. He expected dawn to be shining through the
window. Looking at his watch though, he realised Watson had only been here
about forty five minutes, no more.
He stripped
off, and got into bed. The weight of Lizzie and Sylvia dipping the bed pulled
him towards the centre, where he came up against Lizzie�s lovely back, bottom
and thighs. Sam wasted no time. He reached for the KY jelly, and applied a
generous amount to his foreskin and crown, before inserting his greasy finger
into the little girl�s anus and on into her, twisting it, making sure she was
ready for him to fuck. Positioning himself, he carefully pulled her butt apart
with his palms, and used his finger tips to open her anus as far as possible.
Pressing his tip to her, he felt her dilate almost immediately. She was so
unconscious with the drug, there was no reflex action clamping on him. He felt
her dilate more, and suddenly his head popped through her sphincter and into
her buttery passage. He paused a few seconds, then pressing gently, but firmly,
he slid into her. All the way, six and a half inches. No shit in his way this
time. She was so tight on him. He loved it. After the stress of Watson�s
unexpected visit, he needed this. Sam pulled half out, and pushed back in. Then
again, a little further. After half a dozen strokes, he was fucking her the
full length of his cock. His pace sped up and the bed rocked and creaked. All
too soon, he felt his scrotum tighten, his lower stomach tense, and a surge up
his cock, as his climax exploded deep inside the child. It was a tense
releasing climax, one that washed away his cares. He felt he was falling,
descending, as he fell into a deep well earned sleep. He never heard Sylvia
asking him if it had been a good one.
Sam awoke. He
was aware of several things. Firstly dawn was just breaking, secondly he had a
hard erection, thirdly he was still balls deep in Lizzie�s ass, and finally
that she was moving against his body. He lay still for a few seconds taking it
all in. Then he realised it wasn�t Lizzie moving, but Sylvia taking her fun
with the young child. She was pulling and pushing her fingers into Lizzie�s
cleft, which in turn Sam could feel against his cock. She was also rubbing her
pussy up and down the girls thigh. This was just so erotic to Sam, slowly being
brought off by one person, unaware he was awake, and balls deep in the child�s
ass. His orgasm approached sooner than he expected, and he blasted deep into
the child�s bowels, spurt after spurt, pulse after pulse, adding to the huge
amount already deposited there a few hours earlier.
Sylvia finally
climaxed, and after her breathing calmed, rolled over facing away from them.
Soon, Sam heard her gentle snores. He carefully pulled his, now flaccid, cock
from Lizzie�s bottom, rolled out of bed and into the bathroom. After he had
peed, shaved and showered, he came back to the room with a warm damp cloth, and
cleaned the semen and small smear of shit that had leaked from Lizzie�s anus.
He dressed and went out to make his early rounds, unlocking the school gates
and buildings.
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CHAPTER 40
Wednesday
Morning �� Ellie�s idea and Celine�s Counsel
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At about eight
o�clock, he made a coffee and sat outside his workshop, where he could usually
be found on a sunny morning when the kids started to arrive. His phone tinged.
Pulling it out, he noticed a �number unknown� message in his WhatsApp inbox.
Opening it, it read: �
A few minutes
later, Sam spotted Ellie walking across the yard towards him, holding each of
her daughters� hands. She stopped and bent down and said something to her
girls, kissed them both, and smiled as they skipped away towards reception.
Happy girls. She watched them for a second or two before turning back and
coming over to Sam. She smiled. Sam could see she was so much more relaxed and
happy than the woman of a week ago, who couldn�t afford to get her hot water
fixed and knew the man who had fixed it had molested her girls. �Hi Sam,� she
said, �how�s it going?�
�Hi Ellie,� he
replied, �great as it happens. Just had some good news from a friend. What can
I do for you? Let�s go in, I�ll fix you a coffee.�
Ellie sat down
in his armchair, while Sam made her coffee. Sam was observant. She had got some
new clothes and shoes on, not expensive but nice, her dark dyed hair had been
styled, the ginger roots gone, and her nails looked as if she had been to a
manicurist.
�You look
really pretty today, Ellie. Special occasion?� He said.
�Not really,�
she looked at him, �I have looked a drab for so long, I just wanted to spoil
myself for once. It wasn�t a lot. Harrison�s have a sale on so I treated
myself. Spend $100 and get a free hairdo and nail job!�
�Well you look
great.�
She smiled
again, �Thanks, Sam,� she looked pensively at him, �you know what I said to you
the other day; you know, about not agreeing with what you are doing to my
girls.�� He nodded. �Well I have to say,
I�ve sort of changed my mind. After they came back from camp on Monday, they
have been transformed. I can�t believe the change that�s come over them. Since
they joined your Club, they have been different people, confident, happy,
chatty, helpful at home, even do their homework without prompting. That�s a
first. Amber in particular. I saw the choker you gave her and I assume you
fucked her.� Sam winced at her words. He went to respond, but she shook her
head and smiled at him. �No, I�m not here to shout at you or tell you to stop,
Sam. Quite the reverse. My girls are so happy, I can�t get over the change. You
have helped us with money, you have given the girls a fatherly guide, a camping
trip they loved, a trip to Europe they can�t wait for and a group of friends
they never stop talking about and now they never seem to stop smiling. I came
over to thank you.� She looked around the room, as if seeking the right words a
slightly embarrassed look on her face. �I can tell you Sam that despite what I
thought before, I now agree with how you have set up The Choices Club how it
benefits the girls and their families and what you do for them. I had my doubts
about fucking the kids, but you have converted me now. I am in your camp. So I
want to ask you two things.� He raised his eyebrows enquiringly.
�Firstly Sam,�
she continued, �could you tell me in detail, how you fucked Amber? I want to
know absolutely everything. If she enjoyed it as much as I think she did, I
want you to tell me.�
Sam was amazed
at how this conversation was going. �And the other thing,� he asked, �you said
there were two things?��
�Yes,� Ellie
looked at him, �I think I can do something for you. Now that I know how The
Club is benefiting mine and the other girls, and what happens, I am far happier
than before. I know several of the mothers wonder what happens in The Club,
like I did. There is a wall of secrecy from all the girls. Well the mothers are
beginning to talk. Talk leads to speculation and rumour, and rumour can be
damaging. I don�t want The Club to close. No I want to make sure it succeeds
and grows. It�s too important for my girls, their education, their happiness,
and frankly our finances. And anyway Sam, I�ve noticed and I suspect one or two
other mothers have, semen stains on my girls panties. So I have an idea. When
we go on our trip to Prague, let me make sure they all have a fantastic time.
You might have to help me with an expenses account, though. Get them to see all
the sights, have wonderful meals at the top restaurants, drink champagne,
perhaps buy some special gifts for them. You, or Miss. P., can give me some
ideas about that. Then when they are in the palm of my hand, I will sound them
out, one at a time, about The Club, and you, and how their lives and their
daughters� lives have improved and what it would mean to them if The Club
closed one day. You see where I�m going with this Sam?� He nodded.
�Well, I know
what words to use and what to say. I even know which of the mothers will need
careful handling on this. But I will, in a round about way ask them how they
feel, really feel about the idea of their daughters having sex with you. I
think once I�ve got over that one, over a little time I will be able to bring
them round to the same way I now think about you and The Club and how it
benefits all of us. What do you think, Sam?�
�Bloody hell,
Ellie,� said Sam, reeling at the dangers she could be exposing him to, �I�m not
sure this is such a good idea. I mean, it only needs one of them to refuse to
accept the idea, and the whole Club is blown.��
�Don�t worry
Sam. I know how to put it to them, and I am sure when they�ve thought about it
for a while, they will come to the same conclusion I did. That�s why it�s best
to do this in Prague, so they can�t over react and then regret it later. Leave
it with me would you? Now you were going to tell me about Amber. Every last
detail please.�
Sam took the
last swallow of his coffee, then gave Ellie a long detailed account of the
camping trip, how the girls went swimming with him, how he had brought them
both to a climax on numerous occasions, but especially their first time under
the waterfall. The deep oral sex Amber had given and received and finally
Amber�s first time. How she had laid on his tummy, fallen asleep, and awakened
just as he entered her body, and her subsequent explosive climax and, finally,
induction. Just for fun, he exaggerated and embellished his story to make Ellie
really aroused. Sam glanced across at her. She was partly hidden by the arm
rest, but he could see from her movements and facial expressions that she must
be masturbating herself. Her eyes were screwed up, a half smile on her face. He
could see she had pushed her slacks down and got flashes of her ginger stubble
as her hands worked into her panties. Sam liked Ellie, and wanted her to enjoy
herself, so continued expanding on how her elder daughter had felt to him
inside and her tightness and damp arousal. All of a sudden, Ellie sounded as if
she was choking, she trembled, face puce, her legs shot out straight, feet off
the ground, as she grunted into her orgasm, hands moving rapidly in her crotch.
Finally she calmed and after a minute or two, opened her eyes and looked across
at Sam and smiled sheepishly, clearly embarrassed.
�Fuck Sam,�
she stuttered, �but you know how to tell a story, and that was a good one. Can
I ask you something?� Sam nodded. �When you go to Paris, would you fuck Sophie
gently for me? And when you come home, could you tell me about it, you know, in
detail, like just now?� Sam couldn�t believe his ears. This kind, loving,
caring mother had just asked him to fuck her seven year old little girl and
then come home and relate a full account to her, so she could have her jollies!
Well he was no saint, and come to think of it, he thought, if you could get
inside everyone�s heads, who was? Perhaps Ellie was just more honest than most
in admitting what she wanted.
Later that
morning, Sam called into the office to see Celine to give his weekly report on
ongoing maintenance and pick up instructions on new work needing to be done.
Celine was pleased as usual to see him, and they chatted for a few minutes. He
moved to leave, and opening the door, noticed Marjorie wasn�t at her desk, so
closed it again and turned back.
��I�ve got a couple of things to put to you.�
She looked at him puzzled. �You�ve got a school board meeting coming soon. I
know you�ll be electing two new governors to fill the vacancies from Morgan�s
and
She smiled and
nodded. �Sure Sam, of course, what was the other thing?�
�Celine, I
think you and I have a pretty good relationship, wouldn�t you say? We get on
together, fix things for each other and kind of watch each other�s backs. She
looked at him wondering where this was going and nodded.
�I mean,� he
continued, �we both could have lost our jobs with Morgan and
�Celine, if
you�re going to fuck underage girls, be discreet about it, don�t do it with
someone and somewhere you�re likely to be found out. The school child
prostitute in her own home, with the drapes open, wasn�t a good idea. Now I
give you a promise, I won�t mention this again to you, or anyone else, ever. I
won�t hold this over you, judge you, blackmail you or even tell you to stop
fucking little girls. I just ask one thing in return;� he paused and looked at
her pointedly, she raised her eyebrows questioningly. �If you ever hear
anything bad about me, you�ll remember what I�ve done for you today, let me
know, and cover for me too, deal?� She didn�t trust herself to speak, just closed
her eyes slowly and nodded silently. When she opened them again, he was gone.
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CHAPTER 41
Wednesday
Afternoon � Karen�s Induction.
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Karen�s
induction was nothing, if not spectacular! She had spoken to Mandy, and somehow
bribed her to step aside to allow her to have her induction first. Sam only
realised this when, having set up the gym equipment for Mandy�s night, the two
girls arrived early for the meeting together and explained to Sam that Mandy
would have hers the following night. After all the rehearsals, Sam was a little
disappointed, but� when Karen explained
what she wanted, he was placated, then rather excited and agreed. In fact,
Mandy didn�t care, she had been �rehearsing� every day. Inspired by watching
Sandy�s induction the night before, Karen had come up with an ambitious plan.
They spent the next twenty minutes, before the other members arrived, setting
up ready.
When the time
came, they had the usual talk, about Paris, as always. Sam had arranged for a
photographer to come in the next Saturday morning to take the passport photos
of the girls and their mothers. He gave each of them an envelope with a time
written on the outside for the photo. He wanted to get the passports quickly,
as he needed them to apply for the visas. Inside the envelopes was a passport
application form for each of them. He had visited Paddy earlier and told him
about the Club and the trip to Europe. Paddy was enthusiastic and said Jenny
and Emily would be there to have their pictures taken. While he was on, he also
gave Sam details of the funeral the following week. He asked Sam if he would
present the eulogy. Paddy and Sam had completed the application for adoption. A
retired judge friend of Paddy�s, from his police days, had said it could be
fast tracked, and to let him know when the time came, so he could have �a word�
for him.�
Moving on with
the meeting, Sam also wanted to know from each girl how they would like their
rooms decorating in the new clubhouse. This discussion went on for a little
while. Sam lost focus. This wasn�t his thing at all, and left Miss. P. to deal
with the details. He just wanted to get on and fuck the supercilious girl! She
had prick teased him for long enough, both on camp and since returning.
When the time
came for the induction, Sam released a cord around the pillar, holding ropes
similar to last night�s, except as the ropes hung from the beam, they could see
it held a child�s canvas playground swing seat as well as the two web straps
with leg loops. A very large hole had been cut in the canvas seat. The ropes
had been mounted to the roof beam three feet from the post, and the straps six
feet apart, but almost above the post.
Karen, without
asking, grabbed the KY jelly and squirted a dollop onto her fingers and pushed
them up in between her legs. Sam by this time had moved to the post, with his
back to it, as arranged. Karen stepped forward and wiped the remaining jelly
around the head of Sam�s now tumescent cock before settling herself into the
seat, which looked a little low for Sam�s cock. Next, she was helped by Miss.
P. to slip her feet through the strap loops, which, as she put her weight on
them, pulled her legs far apart. She then reached forward, where the ends of a
rope tied around the post were hanging either side of Sam�s waist. As Karen
leaned back in the seat, she pulled on the two ropes, swinging herself upwards
and forwards towards Sam. As their bodies met, she was now at exactly the right
height.
Holding
herself up against him, she waited while he rubbed his cock up and down her
cleft, spreading his pre-cum along the inside of her labia, and especially into
her vagina entry. With the jelly, her pussy was a slippery, slimy, glistening,
dripping, beautiful target for Sam�s cock. His foreskin was now pressed into
her, and as she started to pull on the ropes, and swing forward, her legs were
pulled further apart by the straps. He could feel the pressure of her pussy
trying to swallow him into her. Suddenly, his crown popped through her tight
ring, pulling back his foreskin as it did so, releasing a huge amount of
pre-cum directly into her passage. Karen paused, allowing her pussy to adjust
to the intrusion of the largest cock she had fucked. Previously, it had only
ever been her brother. He was only twelve, and his was nothing as nice as
Sam�s.
Sam was aware
of the pressure on his cock, as she leaned further back, pulling on the ropes.
He had agreed to stand absolutely still, with his back against the post,
allowing her to have full control of this, one of the most exciting and unusual
fucks of his life. Suddenly, she pulled harder and there was movement, as his
cock started to slide into the ten year old. She felt fantastic to Sam, as her
vagina slowly engulfed him. Tight, tight, oh so tight, just how he loved them.
The pressure on his crown increasing, as it slid deeper and deeper into her.
God there was nothing as good as young pussy. He didn�t understand why every
man wasn�t a p�dophile. Perhaps they were, and just
didn�t know it, or, more likely, admit it. One thing he knew for certain. If
other men were only attracted to girls when they were upwards of one day over
the legal age, they were deluding themselves.
Finally, Karen
bumped her end against Sam�s crown. She slackened the ropes a little, allowing
her to fall back away from Sam a few inches, before pulling him in again, and
out and in. She repeated this several times, when suddenly the itch, which had
been building deep within her, turned to an intense desire that had to be
sated, exploded into a cascade of lights behind her eyelids, as her orgasm
swept through her in a climax of such magnitude she had never experienced
before. Her muscles twitched and shook as the wonderful, wonderful sensations
coursed through the whole of her body. She�d never felt such pleasure ever
before.
She had always
liked Sam, even as a young girl at the school. He had always been nice to her
and her friends. When she heard about The Club from Lizzie, she just knew she
had to join, whatever it took and whatever the cost. She hadn�t wanted her
friend, to be punished, but if she had been given the choice, she would have
allowed it anyway, if it got her into The Club. Karen knew she had a selfish
nature, but then that�s the way she was.
Karen slowed
down her movements, allowing her pulses to subside, as she fell into her post
orgasmic malaise. Sam wasn�t finished yet, and now took the initiative. This
girl had continuously taunted and teased him on camp and now she was going to
get some of her own medicine. Sam grabbed the ropes holding the swing seat, and
pulled them hard towards him. His cock slammed hard into her again. Her eyes
popped open in startled surprise. He immediately lowered her off him again,
before pulling her onto him sharply again and again. Quickly he built up the
pace. He was slamming into the ten year old at a metronomic rate. He was going
to enjoy this and teach her a lesson at the same time. He knew Karen�s nature,
and that the world didn�t entirely revolve around her, despite what she
thought.
Sam pounded
into the girl again and again. She was completely taken by surprise. She
thought she�d been in control, taking her pleasure on Sam�s body. She had got
what she�d come for and now just wanted to sink into her blissful after fuck
sleepy, tingly feeling of lovely, snugly, cozy,
relaxing comfort. That was all swept away in an instant, as Sam slammed and
pounded into her. He soon felt the stirrings deep down, as his scrotum
tightened up, his lower tummy felt the movement, as he exploded into the girl.
What surprised him though was that she suddenly put her arms around his neck,
and pulled him to her, slipping out of the swing seat as she did, her weight hanging
on her arms, her legs still pulled outwards by the straps. He also realised
that she was cuming again. Her vagina was pulsing and massaging and squeezing
and sucking his cock dry.
Finally, the
pair of them were finished. Karen deep in her malaise at last, still clinging
onto his neck, his cock still deep inside her, slowly loosing it�s tumescence,
slowly shrinking before finally slipping from her. Sam realised she was crying.
At first he thought he must have hurt her.
He asked her
what was wrong, and through sobs, she suddenly said, �Oh Sam, I am sorry, I
have been so selfish. Just now I realised that The Club can give me everything
I want. I don�t need to take it, it�s freely given. Please forgive me.�
Sam chuckled,
�I�m glad you said that Karen, it�s worried me about you from the start. This
Club is all about giving, not taking and that�s the whole point of why we are
friends here, and why The Club is so important to us all. Remember the rules of
The Club, it�s by giving everything we have that we in turn will receive more
back in return.� But it would be some weeks later, in
He gently
lowered her back onto the swing seat, and disentangled her from the leg straps.
She sat there for a few moments collecting her composure. She knew that the
induction had changed her, and probably for the better. She was hardly aware of
Miss. P. cleaning her up through the hole in the seat, nor the other girls caressing
the teacher in very intimate ways.
Sam� placed the choker around her neck and clicked
it shut. It was the same one that her friend Lizzie had previously worn. Sam
could see the irony in that.
Finally, Karen
stood up on wobbly legs, cleared her throat. �As it is my induction, I would
like to pledge to you all, I will always follow all five of The Club rules.
Also, Sam, thank you for making my induction so very special. I will treasure
the memory all my life. And thank you for my lovely necklace.� There was a
round of applause. Sam heard something which puzzled him. Lizzie asked Sally,
�How many?� and the reply came �Fifteen.� A few moments later, Sally handed
Hannah a small stack of one Dollar bills. A few minutes later it was time to
leave. Sam wondered if he was up to sodomising Lizzie again tonight. �Oh well,�
he thought, �I�ll worry about that later.�
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CHAPTER 42
Jenny and
Emily�s Adoption
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Sam had kept
in close contact with Paddy over the time since his friend�s untimely death.
Paddy seemed to age visibly from one of Sam�s visits to the next, and it was
obvious to them both that time was not on their side. So they wasted none of it
in delaying submitting the adoption papers that
That following
weekend, Sam suggested the girls spent the weekend with him. Sylvia had been
invited by Ellie to join her for a girlie weekend. He noted Ellie�s girls were
going too. They were going to a beauty spa resort, out of town, with Amber and
Sophie. She�d said she wanted to� talk to
Ellie about how she was going to tackle the mothers in Prague, and try and
ensure she had as much background as possible on each one of them, gleaned from
their own knowledge as well as Marjorie�s school records.
Paddy was
pleased. Pleased for the girls, but pleased he might get some well needed rest.
The girls had exhausted him. They had slept with him from the start. He had
been surprised at first, but he had enjoyed it. What surprised him most,
though, was that they slept in just their panties. He paid it no heed. They
were his grand-daughters after all. It was comforting to him. He hadn�t slept
with anyone since their grandmother had died five years ago. Somehow he slept
better than he had for years.
Sam had made
up a bed on his settee, and didn�t mind the prospect of a couple of
uncomfortable nights. He had enjoyed much rougher conditions in Afghanistan.
They had gone
to the park for the afternoon, and played on the swings, slides and other
playground equipment. He treated them to ice cream and soda. Later, they had
gone to a movie, both taking turns in sitting in his lap, cuddling into �Uncle
Sam�. He noticed they hadn�t let him out of their sight all afternoon. It was
as if having lost their parents, and knowing Grandpa was really unwell, they
didn�t want to lose him too. Later, when they got home, he had ordered in
pizza, and they all sat on his made up settee bed, watching a
After a while,
Sam noticed they were beginning to look sleepy, eyes drooping, heads nodding,
so he paused the
�Sam, will you
come and stay with us while we shower, we�re frightened if you leave us alone�.
Sam got up, and walked hand in hand with them to the bathroom. He sat on the
lowered toilet lid, watching them absently while they undressed. There was
nothing sexual in it, they were just two girls getting ready for bed. He had
seen them both naked many times in the school showers downstairs, as well as
fondling them both on camp. He thought back to last week when he had used the
knockout drops to take advantage of the campers. He had licked them both
thoroughly for several minutes between their legs, and run his tongue along
each of their labia, tasting their sweat, little girl secretions and inhaling
their natural odours. He had pushed his fingers far into their vaginas after
seeing their hymens had long gone and even sunk his cock fully, all the way,
into Emily. No, he knew these girls very well, in the biblical sense, and now,
he just enjoyed this family moment, as he casually watched them undress in
front of him.
They stepped
together into the small shower cubicle. They squealed as they switched the
water on and were hit by the first jet of cold water. After a moment, Jenny
asked if Sam would wash her back for her. He walked across the room and knelt
by the open glass door. He took the soap from her and lathering it up in his
hands, ran his palms across her shoulders and down her spine, rubbing in little
circles, as far as the top of her tiny bottom.
�Did your
daddy do this for you Jenny?�
�Yes,� she
said, �he did it for us every day. I loved him washing me. When we come to live
with you, will you do it for us too? Grandpa won�t wash me the way Daddy did. I
miss my daddy.�
Sam by now was
washing her calves, working upwards with each sweep of his hands. He was about
to ask her if she wanted to wash her own bottom, when she moved her feet well
apart, and placing her hands on her knees, bent forwards, poking her bubble
bottom towards him, in what was obviously a well practiced move. The crack of
her bottom opened immediately, and Sam enjoyed studying her for a moment. Her
anus was just open, and below it, her perineum, the peach shape of her plump
little pudenda squeezed out towards him, framed by her thighs, her cleft
running vertically down the centre.
Needing no
prompting, Sam ran a hand down each of her globes, taking a lot longer than was
necessary. He kneaded them apart, opening and closing her cleft between her
plump labia lips. He ran his thumbs along the crease between her thighs and her
vulva, gently massaging her. Finally, he ran his fingers through her cleft,
pressing gently, feeling the dip of her vagina run across the pad of his finger
tip, as he moved towards her clitty. As he rubbed through her cleft, he could
feel her clit become firmer, it swelled, beading up, as it engorged. She was
becoming aroused. She was only seven. He was amazed.
Sam removed
his hands, not wanting to frighten the little girl. Jenny looked over her
shoulder, still bent at the waist. A look of slight disappointment on her face.
�Oh,� she muttered, �Daddy always took lots longer washing us. Would you wash
me a bit more, please, Sam?�
Sam, knowing
how
Quickly, Sam
resumed his masturbation of the little girl. There was less pretending now as
to what he was doing to her, nor in her pretending he was just washing her. In
a few moments, she was breathing in short pants. He knew she would climax
before long. His middle finger was now flicking quickly back and forth across
the girl�s clit, which had engorged and pushed proud of it�s cowl. Leaning
forward now, still flicking her most sensitive part, he brought his face
towards her tiny bottom and pushed his tongue into her clean, open rectum. He
wriggled the tip up and down, and as if he had switched on a light, he felt her
legs tremble, and her panting become gasps, and her gasps become moans,
interspersed with little sharp intakes of breath and snorts through her nose.
This little girl was cuming and cuming good. Her squeaks and grunts, her moans
and hip movements all told Sam that she was firstly really, really enjoying her
cum, and secondly, it was by no means her first. Sam squinted upwards, and saw
Emily was holding her sister by the shoulders steadying her as she rocked from
side to side.
Finally, Jenny
reached back and pushed his face away from her bottom with one hand and with
the other pulled his fingers out of her little pussy. She straightened up and
turned towards him with a smile. �I can�t wait for you to be our daddy, Sam?�
She asked him. �I think I�d like that when you were, as long as you wash me
every day.�
Emily had
washed herself, and had started to towel herself dry. She was smiling at Sam
and her younger sister. She had an expression he couldn�t quite read.
�
Soon, the
three of them were sitting on the bed settee again, watching the second half of
the Shrek movie. Sam had discovered the girls had not
only not brought any night wear, but when he asked them found out they never
wore it at home anyway. They told him they just wore panties. He supposed that
with their relationship with
Jenny was
asleep before the cartoon heroes had won the day. She slumped against his side.
Meanwhile, Emily wrapped her arms around Sam�s chest, and hugged him tightly.
�Sam,� she
whispered, �my daddy told me about your Club. He said it would be good for us.
Would you let us join it? He said we could do all sorts of fun stuff if we
did.�
�
He looked at
the ten year old, not sure quite how to respond. �What else did he say about
it, Emily?� he gently asked. �did he tell you what happens at The Club and what
we do?�
She looked at
him, eyebrows furrowed, trying to remember. �Err, he said we might make
friends, and go to nice places and stuff.�
�What stuff,
Emily?�
She
concentrated, thinking, her face pulling different expressions when suddenly,
as if a light switch had been turned she said, �Oh yes, he said you might like
to fuck us a lot. I think that�s what he said.� She looked at him and smiled,
�Would you like to, Sam, would you like to fuck us?�
Sam almost
laughed, hearing this ten year old chattering this way.
�No not
really,� she responded. �I really enjoyed doing it with Daddy. No I wouldn�t
mind at all. I quite like you Sam. And anyway,� she paused, �you�re going to be
our daddy, so that makes it OK, doesn�t it?� She looked across at her sister.
�Jenny�s asleep Sam. Do you want to, you know, play now?�
Sam�s cock
twitched hard in his jeans. He smiled, nodded and reached across lifting the
ten year old, a hand under each arm pit. When she was standing, a hand on his
shoulder to steady herself, he slipped his fingers under the legs holes of her
little white panties printed with small red hearts and pink lacy hem trim, and
gently pulled them down. The pink waist band clung to the rise of her mound for
a moment, before sliding down her cleft, finally showing the three inch gap
between the top of her thighs.
Quickly
unfastening his jeans, he pushed them and his boxers down in one swift
movement, his cock springing clear. The girl didn�t need to be guided, and
stepped over him, a foot either side of his hips. Still holding his shoulders
for support, she squatted down, while Sam guided his cock to point directly at
it�s favourite place, the vagina of a pre-pubescent girl. She pressed against
his tip, almost before he was ready. She moved forward and backward, spreading
his pre-cum deep into her cleft, building up those feelings she had learnt to
love so much.
Emily, having
been concentrating on their union, looked up at Sam�s face and smiled. �You�re
a lot bigger than Daddy. I think it will go in me, but I don�t know about
Jenny. She sometimes hurt when she did it with Daddy.��� Sam remembered
The little
girl now was moving quickly back and forth over his crown. After a minute, Sam
could feel her add downward pressure, then lift, then down again, then a third
time. His pre-cum by now was running freely, into her cleft, down his cock,
onto his thighs. Suddenly he felt the now familiar popping sensation, of his
cock entering the tight passage of the little girl�s pussy. Except, this time
she didn�t stop there. She kept lowering herself down and down over his six and
a half inch tumescent throbbing shaft. He could feel the walls of her passage
peeling open as he slowly penetrated deeper into her. Every ripple of her
vagina caressing him, making him feel her exquisite, heavenly form, as they
fucked for the first time. She reached bottom, and paused, before lifting an
inch. She paused again, then lowered herself until her full weight was entirely
on his pubis. Her pussy pressing against him.
Again she
looked him in the eyes and said. �Yes, I�m full up. Never been full as this
before.�
She then did
something unexpected. She put her hands behind her, and rested them on his
knees. She leaned back a little, and lifted her feet up, and placed one on each
of his shoulders. Next, she leaned back towards him, and placed her arms around
his neck and as she moved forward, her knees were forced further and further
apart.
The sensations
on Sam�s cock were unbelievable. He had a ten year old, forcing her entire
weight on his cock, her thighs spread far apart, forcing one of the tightest
pre-teen cunts he�d ever experienced, as deep into her as it was possible to
go. On the end of his tip, he could feel the rubbery sensation of her cervix
pressing against and around him.
Sam now placed
his hands under the globes of her beautiful bottom, and lifted her slightly,
before dropping her down again, lifted and dropped, making longer and deeper
thrusts each cycle. Soon, he was almost lifting her off him before dropping
her, lifting and dropping. Their pace and rhythm increased. This girl had
appetites beyond her years, and he looked forward to exploring all of them.
It wasn�t long
before Emily started snorting heavily through her nose, and grunted several
times warning of her impending climax. Sam always enjoyed mutual orgasms, and
reckoned he�d timed this well, as his balls tightened, his cock swelled
painfully deep inside her and finally exploded far into her immature womb, coating
her insides in a massive slimy layer of his sperm filled semen. Emily suddenly
called out �Daddy, Daddy�, every time she bottomed out on his cock, sending
another clench of ecstatic pleasure coursing through her body. For some reason
this triggered a heightened arousal in Sam just as he came into her lifting him
to another level of orgasmic bliss.
As Sam came
back to earth, his cock still impaled deep inside the girl, the final twitches
of his climax ebbing slowly away, he wondered with a smile how, with all the
girls he had come to know, was one of the sisters he was about to adopt one of
the best fucks he�d ever experienced, and one who he knew would sleep with him
every night after the adoption was completed. That night the three of them
slept together, naked, in Sam�s own bed, the fold up bed settee forgotten. It
would be the first of many happy nights they all shared together. The girls
almost unconsciously clung to his body, as if not to do so, they would wake and
find him gone. Sam spent most of the night exploring their young bodies. They
were after all almost daughters now, as Emily had said and wasn�t this what
daddies are meant to do?
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CHAPTER 43
The New
Clubhouse
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The next few
weeks seemed to speed passed for Sam and The Choices Club girls. Mandy�s
induction had been a repeat of Sandy�s. She decided as they were sisters, she
didn�t want to compete and opted for the same apparatus set up just like it was
for Sandy�s, and had the time of her life. Sam didn�t mind. He got another mind
blowing fuck, that only a very fit and very young gymnast could have given him.
Again, at the close of the meeting, Sam heard Lizzie ask Sally, �How many?� and
the reply was �Nineteen.� This time the little stack of Greenbacks went to
Amber.
Sam�s
curiosity got the better him and he just had to ask what it was all about. At
first they didn�t want to tell him, but at the same time they were all
giggling, blushing, poking each other with their fingers and being as silly as
little girls can be. Eventually, Sally, with a big grin on her face looked
coyly at him and told him what was going on.
�Well, Sam,�
she explained, �it was something that Sophie said after the camp. She noticed
when you cum, you look all funny, your eyes cross and you say �oh
They had their
daily meetings when one or more would be given a thoroughly proper session of
fucking. Sometimes, they just played around, girl on girl, sometimes they all
wanted two minutes of Sam�s cock each, one after the other and sometimes they
just wanted to sit around and chat and play or watch the Disney channel on TV
as any young girl might.
The new Club
rooms were completed ahead of schedule and ready to move into. Each bedroom had
a queen size double bed, a desk with a TV, desktop computer, some chairs, and
en-suite bathroom, each with a tub and separate shower cubicle large enough for
at least two to fit in. All the fixtures, fittings, soft furnishings and
furniture were of the highest quality. In the common room there was a huge home
cinema TV and sound system, lots of large comfortable chairs and a couple of
settees which could be converted into large double beds if needed. The floor was
covered with the thickest and softest carpet Sam could find. He knew young
girls loved to lie on the floor when watching TV together, so he made sure
there were lots of thick rugs too. Along one wall was a long work surface with
a line of chairs, which could be used for study if the pupils didn�t want to
work in their own room. There were several computer terminals there for their
study and a couple of printers.
Along another
wall was a series of floor to ceiling cupboards. Inside these was a wide range
of items. In one was stored paper, pens, and general stationery. In another was
a library of all the text books in use in the school. However, at the back of
these, were a series of hidden cupboards. One was a massive wardrobe, which had
been stocked with a huge range of clothes to suit girls of all ages, in a wide
range of styles, sizes and colours. Some were regular clothes, but there were
also ranges of very revealing garments more likely to be seen in very adult
clubs. Then another was what seemed to the casual observer the entire stock of
a Victoria�s Secret shop. A huge range of panties, including thongs, tiny bras
and various clothing that was so revealing Sam almost wondered if it was worth
putting on at all. There were also a large array of sex toys, fur covered
handcuffs, bondage straps, whips, (legal) pornography, erotica and every other
aid the budding sex student might wish to access. Lizzie had helped Sam in
selecting the items from the online shop. He was surprised, but in a way not,
when she selected some leather whips and nipple clamps. He was aware of her
burgeoning interest in BDSM. He�d seen some of the porn sites she�d looked at.
It wasn�t really his thing, but neither was he going to discourage her if it
was hers. These hidden cupboards had spring loaded doors with self locking
catches and were kept locked all the time in case of unexpected visitors
calling.
Adjoining the
Common Room was a very well equipped kitchen. Any meal could be prepared there
for any number of members staying overnight.
The
centrepiece of the room, however, was a Bechstein
baby grand piano. When Sally saw it, she almost fainted with emotion. Sam had
long since bought her a portable Yamaha electric piano, which she had practiced
on at home in every moment she found spare. It had become her passion in life,
other than her love for Sam and The Club and it�s members. With her previous
encouragement from the music teacher and the new lessons The Club funded for
her, she was becoming proficient enough to play quite advanced pieces, and as
soon as she saw the piano in the club room, she immediately sat at the stool
and started to play a haunting melody for a minute or two.�
Sam arranged
with the mothers that after school, the girls would come to the clubrooms to do
their homework and other Club activities like socialising, or watching the
latest movies on the huge screen. This seemed to work well for most of the
mothers, who often had to work late and had busy schedules, so they appreciated
the unpaid child minding. They let it be known that the girls were welcome to
stay overnight anytime, if the mothers were working late. This suited all
concerned and quite often, two or three would sleepover.
Sam was
gratified that every day at close of school, the girls immediately trooped over
and with no pressure from him or Miss. P., started on their homework. They
helped and encouraged each other. He heard from the teachers that their grades
quickly rose from bottom to top of their relevant classes. They were becoming
star pupils. Sam was also gratified that without any prompting on his part, it
seemed that whenever they were in the clubrooms, they were completely relaxed
about what they wore. Sometimes they were in school uniform, but often, they
stripped off and walked around in panties or even naked, and happy to be so.
There was nothing premeditated about it. They were relaxed like they would be
at home. It was just the natural thing to do. This was brought home to Sam one
day when little eight year old Amber told Sam she itched, and would he have a
look to make sure there was nothing wrong. She lay on the settee, leaned back,
pulled her knees behind her ears, prised her pussy apart with her fingers, and
pointed out a little red soreness.
�Don�t worry
Amber,� he reassured her, �when we fucked last night, you got a little dry. I
should have used more KY jelly. It will be OK in a day or so.� She had run off
to join her friends, her little bottom wiggling as she moved. She called out to
her friends as she sat down, �It�s OK, Sam says it just got itchy from last
night�s fuck, that�s all.�
After homework
was done, every evening, they shared a meal together. Miss. P. and Sam were
both excellent cooks and enjoyed giving the girls fine food to round the day
off. They always enjoyed these culinary delights, and all of the girls learnt a
lot about cookery from them. Sam insisted they ate at the large table in the
kitchen area. The table was always set nicely by a different girl each day, and
Sam and Miss. P. also taught them correct table manners. Sam, who had spent
time in Germany during his army days, also showed them how Europeans held their
cutlery and which to use for each course. They were introduced to wine and
viticulture, although Sam ensured they never had more than half a glass, unless
it was a Friday or Saturday, with no school the following day.
The meal would
end at about 7:30, and they would have free time to do as they pleased. It was
often at this time that Sam and Miss. P. would suggest to one or more of the
girls to join them in one of the bedrooms, but increasingly, it was one or
another of the girls who made the suggestion. More often than not, they would
just use the Common Room. Often, Sam would sit on one of the armchairs,
watching a cartoon or Disney movie, with one of the girls sitting on his lap,
with his cock fully encased inside her, not moving until the movie ended. He
especially liked doing this when they just slipped off their panties, but kept
on their school uniform. The girls all hoped it would be their turn with Sam
each evening. There was never any coercion about these sessions. It was done
for the shear pleasure of it. Recreational sex at it�s best. The girls learned
to adore sex in these unhurried loving casual times. They had also learned to
love and adore him, for what he had done for them and their mums, and letting
him use their little bodies was their way of showing it, quite apart from
having learned to love sex themselves for it�s own delights.
At about 8:30,
a minibus would call and collect the girls, taking them home. Sam would then
commence his work. Sylvia had cleared and vacated her rented apartment and
moved in with Sam permanently. Now they had lots of accommodation, she had her
own room. But with so much kiddy sex going on, she
was rarely out of the same bed that Sam was in.
She knew she
was pregnant, but she didn�t know she was carrying twin girls. Not yet anyway.
When they found out some weeks later, they were in Paris, and celebrated with a
special meal at Maxim�s, the best and most famous bistro in the world. Sam�s
card nearly maxed out that night! They both knew their daughters would be loved
like no other. They also knew they would be taught how to love and be loved.
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CHAPTER 44
Vicky and
Vera�s Induction
The formal
meetings Sam had held before seemed to naturally phase out as they settled into
the new clubrooms. The wishes were now available to any girl at any time. They
all knew that as long as they didn�t push it, they could all ask for anything
at anytime, from Sam, Miss. P., or each other. And the wishes they asked of
each other seemed to Sam to become more frequent, and loving in nature. For
example, one day, Sam heard Sophie ask Sally if she would mind if she could
practice licking her pussy, so when Miss.P. asked
her, she�d know what to do.
The other
transition that seemed to occur gradually, now that Sandy and Mandy�s �extra
tuition� had ended, each day, one or two of the girls, when their free lessons
allowed, would sneak in to see Sam during the day. The girls seemed to have
worked out a rota between them as to who came on which day. During these
sessions, Sam had some of the most wonderful kiddy
sex ever. When he had formed the Club, he thought he would have to coerce the
girls into giving him their bodies, but the opposite proved to be the case. Now
that the girls themselves were beginning to get more experienced and confident,
they knew what they wanted and what Sam liked too. Although they were preteens,
none of them saw any reason why they shouldn�t enjoy sex to the full. Enjoy it
they did. The fact that it was completely illegal never worried them for a
moment.
Most of the
inductions had now been conducted. Emily was inducted the night she joined The
Club, before they had moved into the new rooms. It was memorable, because she
was multi orgasmic and her climax went on for about twenty minutes and only
ended when Sam could hold back no longer and gave her a thirty �oh
The exceptions
were the seven year olds Sophie, and Jenny his adoptive daughter, both of whom
somehow knew they would be ready soon, just not yet. Sam, though, had some
misgivings and felt perhaps they were too young and too small.
Other than
that, the next would be Vera and Vicky, who through an unspoken understanding
were waiting until they hit their target weights. That hadn�t stopped them
sneaking in to see Sam about once a week, in their turn, and broadening their
education on the end of his cock like all of the other girls. They were now
looking very slim and very pretty. He was extremely proud of them for how
they�d changed physically and in character, and told them so.
So it was no
surprise, when one afternoon, towards the end of the term, when the homework
had been completed, and they were waiting for the meal to be served, Vicky and
Vera stood up and announced that they would like to be weighed. Sam had been
waiting for this, and hadn�t pushed them, he let them decide when to make the
request. None of the girls had been to see him that day, leaving him really
randy, which had puzzled him, but now made sense. They clearly knew what was to
happen.
Miss. P.
brought the scales over, and weighed them both, after they had stripped off.
Vicky tipped the scales at 80 pounds and Vera, 81. They were now lighter than
the average girl of eleven, and had both lost well over the twenty pounds Sam
had given them as a target. Sam opened a drawer and pulled out two buff
coloured envelopes. �Here you are girls. You have earned this. Buy something
for yourselves.� Each envelope contained $250. Hannah also came to be weighed,
and to everyone�s surprise, now weighed over 75 pounds. She had filled out and
looked the dark Jewish beauty she was. Certainly he had adored it, when she came
to him and asked him to fuck her. He handed her an envelope with the same
contents.
�When you have
a moment, go down to Harrisons in the Mall. I have
arranged for them to kit you all out with new clothes as we agreed. Make sure
you have everything you need, especially for the trip to Europe.� Sam had
spoken to the manager there and apart from tipping him well (AKA bribe) had
instructed them to order whatever any of his Club girls might require, whatever
it was and however unusual. There were to be no questions asked. The man had
nodded, taken the �tip� and ever since been very helpful to the girls and their
mothers, charging everything to Sam�s Club account.
�Sam,� Vicky
asked coyly, �would it be alright if me and Vera are both inducted together?�
Sam swallowed. He knew he had good recovery, but one after the other�., he
wasn�t so sure.
�I don�t know
Vicky. I tell you what, how about one of you before we eat and the other after.
Then you can both have your necklaces together. How does that sound?� She grinned,
looked at Vera and they both nodded. Sam had noticed how their previously fat
tummies, which had merged into their raised mound of pubic flesh, were now
toned and flat, their mounds now pronounced as they should be; but each now
covered in a scattering of, as yet, uncurled pubic hair.� She held her closed fist out to Sam. As he
put his palm under it, she dropped a coin into it. They had planned this.
�Heads or
tails,�� he called. �Heads,� answered
Vicky, before Vera could respond. �Tails,� said Sam, �you win Vera, how would
you like it?�
By now, all
the girls had moved into a big circle around Vera. Not only did they want to
make it good for their friend, this was the first induction in the new
clubhouse and so a special occasion.
Vera already
knew what she wanted. She wanted to lay on her back on the table. She wanted
Sam to stand at the end and fuck her properly, gently, passionately, lovingly,
make her feel good, make her feel wanted, loved and cherished. She had starved
herself for the last few weeks. She wanted this more than anything. To her she
was not just being� initiated as a Club
member, but it was an endorsement she was now beautiful as a young woman,
desirable to Sam and respected by her friends. Vera had few friends outside The
Club. The girls here meant everything to her. Her whole life revolved around
The Club. Being inducted was so very important to her. It was as though she was
finally washing her old life away; a life of bullying and being Verity�s
lackey. Being born again with a new life of opportunity, friends and
achievement.
She had
enjoyed sex with Sam regularly now for some time, trying different positions
and techniques. She didn�t need a spectacular orgasmic induction now. She
wanted this to be very symbolic, memorable, an important point in her life. She
wanted to remember every detail for ever.
Quickly, all
her friends anticipating the induction, stripped off their school uniforms,
tossing them onto the seats in rumpled piles. Vera sat on the end of the large
padded table in the room�s centre. She nodded to Hannah and Vicky, who, by
prior arrangement, came over and as she leaned back to lie on the table, each
lifted one of her legs, holding her feet. They placed a hand under her knees,
bending them, lifting and spreading them outwards. Vera, with Sandy and Mandy�s
help, had been practicing the splits and found it easy now to do just that. Her
legs spread out at an angle only possible for little girls, which, even two
weeks ago, she would have found impossible.
On queue, Miss.
P. stepped forward and, kneeling before the alter of pedo perfection,
worshipped the girl with her tongue. Starting at her anus, she flicked her
tongue tip rapidly back and forth, working her way upwards, through her
perineum, into her vaginal entry, along her cleft and started to kneed her
clit, now poking proudly out of it�s cowl. A few minutes later, Vera was
moaning, and wriggling under the lash of her favourite teacher�s tongue as it
journeyed back and forth over her pudenda, her arousal now visible to everyone,
as her eleven year old pussy ran with a mixture of little girl juices and
saliva.������������
Vera was just
beginning to rise to a new level, a climax threatening, as Miss. P. stepped
away, and Sam took her place. He could see she was extremely aroused. More than
the stimulus Sylvia had just given her. She was aroused with anticipation. Sam,
wasting no time now, placed his palms over where her thighs met her tummy. His
thumbs carefully pressed against her labia and pulled her pussy open, rolling
the pads of his thumbs further into her as he did, spreading her pussy further
and further apart. Simultaneously, he brought his hips forward, and squatting
down slightly, touched his crown to the dip of her� dark vagina entrance. Pressing slightly into
her, he straightened up, his cock coming horizontal as he did so. Immediately,
he pressed into her, exerting enough pressure to make the redness of her pussy
whiten a little and bulge out at the sides. He eased off and pressed again. His
crown started to slip into her, slowly at first, then suddenly it popped
through her entry, easing the pressure they both felt.
Sam paused for
a few seconds, then started a shallow fucking motion, moving only slightly,
pressing and easing, pressing and easing. His pre-cum was pouring from him into
her passage, making her slimy, slippery wonderful to feel rubbing along his
cock. At each press, he slid further and deeper into the little girl. She was
tight, as were all of his girls. Somehow, though, he had noticed that as she
and her friend Vicky had lost weight, their cunts had got tighter and tighter
each time he fucked them.
Funny thoughts
went through his mind as he penetrated the pretty girl under him. He thought
back over the past few weeks, and how his life had changed so much for the
better. He just loved fucking little girls. They were tight, they felt
fantastic sliding along his cock and when he came in them, it felt so good he
thought he would pass out. All his girls loved having their tiny pussies fucked
at least once a week, and usually more, if they could get it. On top of that,
he had formed The Club in such a way that he was getting requests from mothers
of the most beautiful little girls, begging him to let their girls join. Many
of them had tried to coerce him in various ways, offering him money, sex, and
other bribes. One thinking he was gay even offered to let him have her teenage
son for a night if their daughter could join.
He came back
to reality, as his cock smacked against her end as the rubbery feel of her cervix
pressed against him. Vera by now was deep into her climax. Sam had been feeling
her tight vagina pulsing along his shaft continuously. She felt sensational to
him, massaging his cock rapidly towards his own orgasm. He had noticed that
Vera, like Emily was multi orgasmic, but as she had lost her weight, her
climaxes had increased in intensity, giving her a greater level of pleasure
than she�d ever experienced before. Sam remembered that first hot, sweaty fuck
with her, and how much nicer she felt on his cock now.
All of a
sudden, Sam�s climax slammed into him. He pulsed deep into her, again and
again, he felt the warm semen spurting, pulsing. The sensations he was feeling
were just wonderful. How anyone wanted anything other than little girl sex was
just beyond his understanding. She was crying out with pleasure herself as his
cum filled and washed her cervix and womb. He really hoped she had enjoyed her
induction. Finally, he calmed, and after a minute or two, stepped back, feeling
his cock being held by the suction of her tight passage, as he pulled out of
her, making a squelching sound as he did so.
As usual, Miss.P. was ready, and knelt back down between the girl�s
thighs and lapped and sucked at the pre-teen. The Club girls had all long since
come to accept Miss. P.�s desires as being perfectly normal. One or two had
even asked her to teach them about it too. Vera was still on a high, and
everyone was surprised as they heard the girl start to moan again and grind her
thighs into the teacher�s face. Lizzie, knowing what her Miss. P. liked, lay on
her back, and wriggled between her legs, until she could kiss, lick and fondle
her pussy, bringing the teacher to a climax in just a few seconds. Hannah in
turn was on hands and knees, licking Lizzie out and Mandy on her back looking
after Hannah. Everyone was being looked after in a blissful orgasmic daisy
chain licking orgy. All good things cum to an end, and Miss. P. eventually
stood up on wobbly legs, and looking a little embarrassed, thanked Lizzie for her
thoughtfulness. Lizzie didn�t really hear her, as her senses had closed down
due to her own wonderful orgasm she was being overwhelmed with from her
cousin�s oral attention.
They
eventually sat down, still naked, to eat their, rather over cooked meal, which
today was fish. She heard Lizzie joking with Sally that this was the second
time tonight she�d tasted fish! They all laughed and agreed double fish was the
menu today.
Everyone
rushed to help clear the table and fill the dishwasher. They knew they had
another treat coming up, Vicky�s induction. As usual, Sam turned to the girl
and asked her how she would like her induction done. Knowing she was an
outgoing kid, he was a little puzzled when she showed reluctance to say
anything and embarrassment showed on her face. �You�re with friends here,
Vicky,� he said, �you can ask for anything, if it�s possible, and it will be
granted.�
Vicky plucked
up the courage. �You�ve all been so kind to me and Vera, and now it�s our
induction.� She said. �I can�t do gymnastic stuff like Mandy and Sandy, but I
wanted something different, something to remember. Is that bad?� She looked at
Sam who nodded encouragement. �I�ve thought about this for weeks, and I decided
I really love fucking Sam, he always makes me feel so nice, but as I say, I
want something to remember for my induction. Would it be alright Sam if you
fucked me up my bottom?� Sam�s heart gave a lurch. The only person who knew he
loved anal sex was Sylvia. He looked thoughtful for a moment, and waved a hand,
silencing the whispers around the room.
�Vicky, if
that�s what you�d like, that�s what you�ll have. It might hurt a bit though.
Not everyone likes doing it there.�
�It�s OK,� her
face brightened, realising Sam would do it, �I�ve been practicing with some of
the toys in the cupboard and I�ve managed to go up to quite a large size. So I
think it will be OK.� In her enthusiasm, her embarrassment had vanished.
Without
another word, the eleven year old moved to the table, and bent face down over
the padded surface, making herself comfortable. Like with her friend, though,
Miss. P., never missing an opportunity, quickly moved in behind her, and
holding the globes of her bottom cheeks apart started licking the child from
her clit to her anus and back. After several passes, she concentrated on
pushing her tongue as far into the girl�s rectum as she could, eliciting a low
moan from her. Again, Sam stepped� to her
side and tapped her shoulder, signalling it was his turn. Having heard the
child�s request for him to sodomise her, he had quickly become tumescent and
any earlier worries about being able to do her justice after fucking her
friend, were quickly forgotten.
Sam had
already coated his cock with lots of KY jelly, making sure there was plenty
under his foreskin, so as it got pulled back inside her, it would coat her with
a liberal layer of the slime.
Throwing the
tube of jelly onto the table, Sam stood behind Vicky, placing a hand on each of
her cheeks, and aligning his cock, brought it to her rosebud and applied some
pressure. Sam had only had anal sex with a few kids, Lizzie and some of the
girls on camp, all when they were unconscious, had found when buggering
children in the past that unlike vaginal sex, where a gentle fucking motion
gradually opened up the passage for him, when penetrating a rectum, constant
careful pressure was best. The girl would slowly dilate in her own time and in
he went. Of course it would be really helpful if she pushed, like she was
trying to poo. This was the case now.
He was patient
and as he stood there, he could feel a tiny movement, then a little more,
before suddenly he popped his crown through her sphincter. Pausing a moment, he
pulled back a fraction, before pressing forward, and finding he could slide in
all the way with one easy motion. He never felt any obstruction from shit in
her poop chute. She must have timed her poo today with care. Sam paused again,
feeling his cock squeezed deep inside the child�s bowels, then pulled back
until just his crown was inside her and pushed back faster, then back, building
up his speed constantly. Sam adored the feel of his cock far inside this
child�s belly. Her buttery passage slid back and forth along his shaft,
massaging every inch exquisitely. One thing he did notice, though was this, Sam
had fucked her many times now, and knew her vagina was incredibly tight, as any
eleven year old�s would be. But now she had fully dilated around him, she
wasn�t as tight in her bum. He wondered if this was the same for every girl and
whether, perhaps, he could induct Sophie, or any other very young girl, this
way.
�
In a few
cycles, Sam�s thighs were starting to slap into Vicky�s bottom cheeks, making a
clapping sound. The slaps got faster, as Sam became more and more aroused.
Vicky too was getting really into this. She had a hand under her tummy,
diddling her clitty, bringing herself to a level of excitement she hadn�t
expected. Soon, Sam felt his scrotum tighten in the familiar pre orgasmic
warning of his impending climax. He was taken by surprise when suddenly he felt
Vicky�s rectum pulsing along the whole length of his shaft, massaging him in an
amazingly sensual way, as her climax overwhelmed her, pushing him over the edge
too in a crashing orgasm. Spurting and spurting, unloading his sperm filled semen
into the child�s bowels. He felt almost dizzy as he came back to earth.
Somewhere in the distance he heard a voice call out �Thirty� followed by a
round of applause.
Miss. P. was
again ready, as he slipped out of the girl and stepped aside. Lots of brown
speckled cum started to seep from Vicky�s anus. This did not deter the teacher
one iota. She was there in a flash, licking and tasting the nectar she loved,
making the other girls look dubiously from one to another. Miss. P. licking
girls� pussies after sex was one thing they could sort of understand. But this
was something entirely new to their experience. But anyway, they�d learned
something new about sex tonight and perhaps how it could be explored. Perhaps
there are no barriers, no rules. Several of them, thinking how much Vicky had
enjoyed herself, thought perhaps they might try it soon, when their next turn
came round, just to see what it was like. It looked, and sounded, like Sam had
enjoyed it too, so perhaps they�d ask him.
Ten minutes
later, Vicky had cleaned herself up in her own bathroom, and returned to the
common room to join the others. She stood beside Vera, and holding hands looked
proudly around the room as Sam clipped on the coveted choker necklaces around
their, now thin, necks. As he stepped away, still holding hands, they recited
together the, now traditional, induction oath. �As it is my induction, I would
like to pledge to you all, I will always follow all five of The Club rules. I
will treasure the memory all my life. And thank you for my lovely necklace.�
As they walked
away to get dressed, Sam couldn�t help but notice Vicky had a slight limp.
�Hmm,� he thought with a grin on his face, �but I know she loved it up the ass.
She got her wish, she�ll certainly remember her induction.�
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CHAPTER 45
The Auditions
� The new members
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Life moved on,
and the Paris trip was only two weeks away. School term was ending in a couple
of days. There was a great air of excitement in The Club and also the girls�
mothers, who were similarly looking forward to their all expenses paid trip of
a lifetime to Prague. Ellie had become the de facto leader, and taken, at Sam�s
suggestion, all the mothers to Harrison�s department store in the mall to get
some extra clothes as a present from him. Later, she had come in and spoken
with Sam and Sylvia and told them how excited they�d all been on the shopping
trip. She went on to discuss with them about how she intended to introduce the
idea of Sam having sex with their girls. She was going to do this in steps by
explaining how her own and indeed all the girls had really become more rounded,
responsible and achieving people, and how it was down to The Club and it�s
activities and how most of this was down to Sam, who had provided them with a
new, previously undreamed of quality of life, that �none of them would wish to
lose, would they?� That they all owed Sam much, and should support him any way
they could, even if some of his methods were questionable. They should defend
him and trust his unconventional methods, which, they had to agree, were
bringing the very best out in all The Club members.� She would finally point out that if any one of
them objected, and The Club was shut down by the police, all their lives would
return to the way it was before Sam had formed The Club. Their miserable lives
of before would resume and their daughters would cease to have the
opportunities offered to them with a golden future by Sam. They agreed her plan
sounded good.
Before she
left, Ellie asked if Sam had thought when the right time to fuck her little
Sophie would be. �Well, Ellie,� he said thoughtfully, �I think it needs to be
when we have plenty of time, no rush. All night if necessary. So I hope to be
able to induct her either in Paris or London. But Ellie, remember she�s only
seven. I may induct her another way and wait until she�s a bit older. We�ll
see.�
�How do you
mean another way?� she asked.
�Oh,� he said
distantly, �I might have to teach her to deep throat like Amber, or perhaps it
would be better up her bum.�
Ellie looked a
little shy, when she then said, �Sam, whatever way you decide, would you mind
filming it for me? It would be such a wonderful thing to see. Would you do it
for me?� She blushed brightly, with a sheepish grin. Sam, remembering how Ellie
had been so turned on when he�d described, to her what had occurred at camp
with Amber and Sophie. He had no illusions as to why she wanted to see a movie
like that.
�OK Ellie, I
tell you what, I�ll let you have the movie if you manage to tell all the
mothers what we do here, and I am not in jail!� They all laughed at the
thought.
�Ellie,� he
looked at her, changing the subject, �Sylvia and I�ve been thinking about how
we recruit new members into The Club. We�ve been chewing this over for some
weeks now. We don�t want too many, perhaps a total of about four in each year
group. The problem we have is, at present, there are just too many parents
asking for their girls to join. I�m even getting requests from parents of boys.
So what I�m thinking is to admit a controlled number of new members. Then
afterwards, we can let it be known new membership has closed until a new intake
next year. Anyway, if we are going to manage this well, and if, as you
suggested, after they become members, you will advise them of what will be
expected of their daughters, I think you should be involved in the recruitment.
The thing is, you know most of the mothers, and so which of them would keep
their mouths shut, and which might be a risk. What do you think?�
�Sure, Sam,�
she replied thoughtfully, �I think I know just about all the parents of the
girls in the school. I tell you what I�ll do, I will make up a list of
potential candidates for you. I will leave off the ones that would worry me.
How many did you say are you looking for?�
Sam thought
for a moment, �Well, it would be a couple of seven year olds, in first grade,
to join with Jenny and your Sophie, three more second graders. The only one we
have is your Amber. Maybe two nine, two ten and perhaps we will leave the
eleven year olds as they are, as it�s the top end of our age range and we
already have three, with Sally, Vicky and Vera, unless there�s someone who you
think is a must for The Club. I don�t mind if we vary one or two either way
from the target numbers, but not too many.� He counted on his fingers. �So� a total of nine, but let�s say we won�t sign
up more than twelve, and as some won�t fit in or fail the audition in some way,
let�s add about one to each age group, and thin them out when they�re here. So
we could audition about fifteen.
Incidentally,
when we were on camp, I noticed five girls in particular who might suit The
Club. One first grader, name is Naomi, long black hair, beautiful face. Two
third and two fourth graders. Names were Nancy and Lucy, both with long blond
hair, and the others were Alice and Suzy, Alice has dark, Suzy, light brown
hair.�
�I know them,
Sam,� Ellie nodded knowingly, �All poor backgrounds, struggling single parents.
Really nice people though. A lot like me really.� She smiled at his grin. �OK,
I�ll make sure they�re on the list. I think four of them would have been on it
anyway. Little Naomi is a friend of my Sophie. I know her mother well. I hadn�t
thought of Suzy, she�s so shy, I can�t see how she�ll make it.� He smiled at
her. �Want a little bet on that Ellie? I think you�ll be surprised what The
Club will do for someone like Suzy.�
She smiled at
him, a glint in her eye. �OK, I�ll bet you a beer. When do you want the list?�
Sam thought
for a moment and made a decision. �Right, thank you, Ellie, tomorrow if
possible. You let me have your list as soon as you can, I will write and print
up some invitations for them to come here Friday and stay over the weekend for
an extended assessment and Club audition. I want to know if they will fit in
here, do they have the ambition, potential and charisma to benefit from their
membership. I will ask the existing twelve members to come in from Saturday for
the rest of the weekend, and we can organise some activities for them all.
Perhaps we�ll go out to Ridge Falls Adventure Park It�s about two hours drive
away. I need to know they�ll get along and fit in.�
�Great,� said
Ellie, �I�ll give you the list tomorrow.� She smiled and looked at Sam slightly
coyly. �When you keep saying they need to fit in, don�t you really want to know
if you�ll fit in them?� Ellie and Sylvia burst out laughing at Sam�s
discomfiture. She was still laughing as she walked down the stairs. Ellie�s
life had transformed since she met Sam and her girls joined The Club. Besides,
she�d had a really good weekend with Sylvia. She�d learnt a bit about herself.
She�d also learnt a bit about her daughters too, particularly their young
bodies. Sylvia had been an amazing teacher. She�d learnt a lot. She had every
intention of making this thing work. She turned and looked back up the
staircase as Sam called after her.
�I nearly
forgot, Ellie,� he called, �a thank-you from me to you for your help.� He
tossed a sealed envelope down to her. She caught it in the air, one handed. It
contained $2000. Their relationship suited both of them just fine.
The following
morning, Sam was sitting in the sun, as usual, having finished his work in the
night, watching the pupils drift in through the gates. He had fended off the
usual gaggle of mothers, trying to get their daughters into The Club. Ellie
arrived, looking very smart and confident. She handed him an envelope
containing the list, which he pocketed.
�The last of
the visas arrived yesterday for the mothers going to
Sam watched as
she walked away with an elegance he had overlooked before. She was a very
attractive woman, �if you liked that sort of thing.� Sam smiled to himself. A
glimmer of an idea came to him. He would sound out Sylvia about it later. He
pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and read it through for a third time.
Taking his pen from his top pocket, he made a couple of alterations, nodded to
himself and stood to enter his workshop. Going to his computer, he quickly made
the changes to the wording of the document, which he now scanned through. It
was headed THE CHOICES CLUB in bold text. Sam made a mental note to order some
printed headed note paper. The sub heading read: �Invitation to attend an
introduction, evaluation and audition for joining The Choices Club.���
Beneath this
was printed the candidates name in a bolder font. It went on to outline that
there would be an assessment, of all candidates, selected by personal
invitation only, from Friday until Monday morning, over the forthcoming
weekend. All candidates attending were to arrive at the new Club Rooms on
Friday afternoon at 3pm. No luggage was to be brought, as all daywear,
swimwear, nightwear, toilet and washing materials, and equipment which may be
required, would be provided in it�s entirety by The Club. They should arrive
dressed in standard school uniform. Mothers of the attending candidates were
invited to come along for an hour or two, to meet the domestic supervisor, Miss.P. and The Club director, Sam, who would be happy to
answer any questions they might have regarding the assessments and how they
were undertaken, The Club itself, and it�s objectives and the benefits it had
to offer the pupils and future college support and sponsorship opportunities.
The candidates� mothers could call to The Club on Monday morning 10 a.m., for
coffee, when the results of the auditions would be announced, before collecting
their daughters.
He was pleased
with it. It would whet the appetite of the proposed candidates� mothers enough,
without going into too much detail which might be harmful beyond the Club
membership if they weren�t selected.
Sam printed
off the invitations, mail merging the mothers� and candidates� names where
needed, put them in envelopes and called the courier company to come and pick
them up for delivery.
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Chapter 46 �
The Auditions � Introducing The Club to the candidates� mothers.
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Friday came
round soon enough. The last couple of days had been filled with end of term
activities, reports, security considerations and so on. Now the buildings were
empty and apart from closing down or maintaining certain machinery, such as the
air conditioning system Sam�s time was his own. By 2:45pm, a small queue had
formed at the bottom of the new staircase leading up to the Club rooms. By
2:50, all the candidates had arrived, so Sam decided to call them up.
There was a
total of fifteen newcomers, plus their mothers. Two of the girls were sisters.
Jasmine was also there with Dolly. Sam already knew that although Jasmine was a
fantastic fuck, (he had only had her once, he needed to remedy that oversight)
and he loved her personality, he was saddened she would never be able to qualify
for college. Academically, she just wasn�t strong enough. He knew she was only
here because Dolly was Ellie�s friend and neighbour and Ellie had put her name
down on the off chance she would get through. He had a soft spot for her and
knew he would be able to help her in other ways, and perhaps himself at the
same time.
While people
were still arriving and settling in, Sam had a quiet word with Dolly and Ellie
and asked if they would come and see him after the other mothers collected
their girls on Monday. He had a proposal for them.
Ellie was
there anyway, at Sam�s request. As arranged, Miss. P. introduced herself, Sam
and Ellie to them all, while Ellie passed round coffee, soft drinks and cookies
to everyone. They then invited all the mothers to tour round the clubrooms, and
see the standard of accommodation and educational facilities available. As they
looked round, Sam heard many comments such as �feel how soft this bed is� or
�these bathrooms are nicer than any hotel I�ve worked in� or �there are
computer terminals everywhere. Look at the quality of all the IT stuff� and
�everything is so new and well made.� Another said, �there�s even a separate
sound proof games room so those playing a game don�t disturb those studying.
He�s thought of everything.�
They were
shown examples of all the new Club uniform clothes laid out neatly on one of
the beds, together with club wash bags, nightwear, and clothing their daughters
would wear for the next couple of days including underwear. Very carefully
chosen underwear.
They were
enthused when they returned to the Common Room. As they sat down, Sally
entered. She was wearing one of the two designs of full formal Club Uniform
which Sam had ordered for the trip to Europe. He had wanted something special
for them to wear when they attended concerts or top restaurants, as they would
be doing. Sam had asked her if she could come in and answer any questions they
might have. He explained she was the girls� leader and spokesperson.
Knowing the
Sally of old, most of them were amazed at her self confidence, deportment and
eloquence. They also admired her beautiful Club outfit and her elegance as she
wore it. They asked her questions such as �Sally what has The Club done for
you?�, to which she replied �I was a bullied, frightened and damaged little
girl. I had self harmed and was actually at the end of my tether. She held out
her wrists, showing the old scars, telling their own tale. I�ve never admitted
this before to anyone outside The Club, but I was thinking of suicide. when Sam
asked me to join.� There was a collective gasp around the room, �It�s the best
thing that�s ever happened to me.� She glanced across at them. �I literally owe
Sam and Miss. P. my life and everything I�ve achieved.�
�What have you
achieved,� came the next question.
�I came at or
near the top of my class this term in every subject. Before, I never bothered
about school work, it wasn�t important to me. The only subjects I wasn�t top
were the ones Vicky and Vera beat me in. But I don�t mind it was them, because
they are Club members too. They are like sisters to me now. They were the ones
who were nearly expelled earlier in the term, and now are top of the class. The
Club made that happen for them. Can I show you something else I have achieved
because I became a member?�
Sally stepped
over to the Bechstein piano, sat at the stool, opened
the keyboard lid, and after a moment�s thought, played the haunting, short but
famous Warsaw Concerto piece by Richard Addinsell.
The audience was spell bound. As the music finally faded away, there was a
collective sigh around the room, followed by a rousing round of applause. Not
just from the emotional music she had just played, but all the mothers were
thinking, �if only my girl could turn out like her�.
As if reading
their minds, Sally swivelled on the stool, now facing them, her beautiful hair
glowing silver again, from reflected sunlight, framed her radiant face and
said, �every one of The Club members works to do their very best in everything
and anything we do. We know that if we don�t try our best, then we are not just
letting ourselves down, but letting down the other members, who help and
support us. Especially none of us ever want to let down Sam and Miss. P. There
is no point in being a member if you don�t want to make yourself a better
person. Two of our members have recently been selected for the State Junior
Gymnastics Squad. I know for a fact that wouldn�t have happened had they not
been members. And another thing,� she paused, with a little grin on her face,
�we really enjoy ourselves here. Do you have any other questions?�
�Sally,� came
a question from the middle of the room, �is there anything about The Club you
don�t like, or are uncomfortable about, anything at all?�
�Yes,� replied
Sally, �there is one thing.� She looked pointedly at Sam, who held his breath
without knowing it, wondering what was coming next. �The one thing I would like
is for Sam and Miss. P. to get more credit and recognition for what they have
done for us and our mothers. They are so kind to us, and no one seems to know
it. Our lives are so much better now.� Her gold choker glittered as her face
turned along the line of the audience.
Sally stood,
and bowed as another round of applause rippled around the room. She had
impressed them more than she realised. She had a quick word in Sam�s ear, and
left the clubrooms.
Sam looked
enquiringly at the audience and asked, �are there any questions you wanted to
put to me or Miss. P.?�
Again, the
same voice in the middle of the room spoke, �Sam, Sally just suggested that you
had done something for the mothers of the members. What did she mean by that?�
�Well,�
replied Sam, choosing his words carefully, �in The Club, we see ourselves as a
family in more ways than one. All of our members are from single parent
families, as all of you are here. None of the mothers are wealthy, they
struggle to make ends meet, life has been tough for them. Perhaps this
describes many of you too.� He cast his eyes across the group, seeing nods from
many of them. �May I tell you something in confidence? It would make life more
difficult if this became general knowledge in the school and town, and even if
your daughter is not selected for membership, I would like to trust that what I
am about to say will remain between us.� Again he looked at them, as they
looked towards each other, and back to him, nodding their heads in silent
agreement, leaning forward conspiratorially.
�Good,� he
continued, �once a girl has joined The Club, she is inducted, or put it another
way, accepted by all the other members as one of them. Membership is for life.
You�ve probably noticed the chokers they wear around their necks. Once a
member, everyone has to look out for every other member, just like family. But,
you too are part of their family. If you have problems, it affects your
daughters directly or indirectly. The most common problem in families around
here is money, or lack of it, yes?� Again there were nods around the room. They
were listening closely to him now.
�Well, as you
probably know,� he continued, �all the members have uniforms, sports kit,
computers, IPads, IPhones
and other stuff provided by The Club, as well as the use of the facilities in
here.� He wafted his hand in an arc around the room. �When they go to college,
we will fund their tuition fees, living costs and provide an allowance, until
they are earning for themselves. In addition though�, he paused and looked
along the line of seated women, a poignant expression on his face, �we will
open a bank account for each of you and provide a modest monthly income
supplement to you, their mother, to help with day to day expenditure.� This
certainly piqued their interest. �And, finally, as you probably know, we intend
to take all members on educational trips each school vacation. Next week, for
example, we are going to Paris for a few days and then London. While we are
there, the mothers of the girls will be going to Prague in the Czech Republic
for a vacation of their own, funded by the Club. Unfortunately it�s too late
now for your daughters to go, but next time, I�m thinking we might go to Rome,
and they would be on that trip, while you would be going to Dubrovnik, in
Croatia. Any other questions?�
Another voice
called out, �Sam, what are you looking for in our girls? Is it academic, or
sporting, or what?�
�
Sam shrugged
slightly, he wasn�t about to tell them that what mattered most lay between
their sweet daughters� legs, and he intended to take his time auditioning that
subject very thoroughly. �Broadly, we have no fixed rules. Whatever a girl can
excel at, we want to develop that talent. Like the gymnasts you heard about, or
Sally�s piano playing. But we also expect high standards in class. They must
try and excel in everything they do. Their own talent, whatever it is will show
itself. The girl must be from a disadvantaged background. Don�t take that the
wrong way, I�m not suggesting you have to be trailer trash to join. No,
everyone needs a chance in life, especially those who�ve been dealt a short
hand in the past. If your daughter�s membership succeeds, we would hope in a
few year�s time, she would be a very high earner, perhaps willing to sponsor
future members into The Club.�
�Secondly,
your daughter must be capable of achievement. There�s an old expression, �you
can�t make a silk purse from a sow�s ear�.� There were chuckles around the
room. �In other words, if your daughter can make it in life, we�ll ensure that
happens but if she isn�t up to it, I�m sorry it won�t happen, she won�t be
selected. And this includes social skills. It�s essential the members get along
together. They must be able to integrate. This is probably the single most
important aspect of the selections. That�s mostly what this weekend�s about. It
will show us if they can get along together. We already know their academic and
sporting potential from their record here at school. And finally, we see it as
part of our duty of care to educate your daughters beyond academia and sport.
Make them rounded individuals. Like Sally just now. Make them great people in
their own right. One final point though. We have fifteen candidates here today.
There are probably nine maybe ten vacancies. Please understand this isn�t a
competition. It is even possible all fifteen could succeed, but unlikely.
Neither is age an advantage. It�s about selecting girls who can excel at
something, whether they already know it or not.�
Sam fielded a
couple more questions, then suggested a general informal discussion with a
drink. He soon noticed a lot of the women were surrounding Ellie, firing
question after question at her. He knew inviting her along was a good idea.
Finally, he asked each to sign one of his parental consent forms, granting him
loco parentis authority, similar to the forms they used when going to camp.
Sam was
surprised to see, when the last one left, that the clock showed it was already
after 5pm. The atmosphere had been buzzing. He had heard several Mums entreat
their girls to do everything they could to pass the audition. �Make sure you
get in The Club, darling, whatever it takes, understand?�
A few minutes
later, Ellie made her excuses to the group of mothers surrounding her, and came
over to him. �How did the interview go?� he asked. �I didn�t get the job,� she
replied looking disappointed.
�I�ve got an
idea for you, as I mentioned before� He said. �You might be interested. Could
you and Dolly come and see me on Monday at about 2 o�clock, after the mothers
come to collect their girls?�
She nodded.
Ellie kissed Sam on the cheek and whispered in his ear, grinning, �Have fun,
see you Monday.� and left a minute later.
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CHAPTER 47
The Auditions
� Getting down to the real business
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Sam clapped
his hands, smiling at the fifteen girls, inviting them to sit for a minute.
�Right, girls, you all know me and Miss. P. I think most of you were on the
camp a few weeks ago. You�re here for an audition. It�s a way for us to get to
know each other better and find out if you will be suitable for The Club, and,
of course, to see if The Club is right for you. We won�t have any written tests
or trick questions. We want you to relax and enjoy yourselves for the next couple
of days. But, what I want you to do is that whatever activity we do, I want you
to try the hardest you can to do it well. What we will do though is speak to
you individually through the weekend. Get to know you a little. So if you see
any other girl leaving the group with me or Miss. P., then that�s probably
why.�
�What we are
going to do now is this: in a few minutes we will use the swimming pool and
play games. We can have air floats, balls and other toys. I know you�re not
allowed them in the pool in term time, but this isn�t a school activity OK?�
They smiled and glanced at one another. This was going to be fun. �Later on,�
he continued, �we are going to have a movie marathon in here, with pizza. You
can decide between you what movies you want.�
�Tomorrow, the
other Club girls will join us and we are going up to Ridge Falls Adventure
park.� There was a collective squeal of excitement at that. Most had never
been, because of the entry cost. All of them wanted to go though. �We will have
all-day tickets. I want you to have a great time there. I will tell you about
Sunday�s stuff tomorrow, but one thing we are going to give you on Sunday is a
riddle. It�s like a puzzle. You will need to try to solve it. It will be fun
and there are really big prizes to be won. Let�s go swim. Miss. P. wants a
quick word with you first though.�
Miss. P. stood
and instructed them that they were to collect the Club bags from their
allocated rooms. Inside were the clothes they were to wear after swimming. Also
inside was their Club patterned swimming costume and towel. When they were in
their swimsuits, they were to put their school uniforms into the same bags.
They wouldn�t need them again until they went home on Monday morning.
Everyone
rushed off to their room, collected their bags and ran down to the girls�
changing rooms. Sam and Sylvia followed, and entered his workshop and on into
the corridor to watch the girls undress and listen to what was said. Quietly
lifting the viewing covers, they settled down on the seats. Sam had never seen
girls strip off and pull on their swimming costumes in such a short time. He
was almost disappointed. He was reminded though of the lovely naked bodies he
had seen at camp, refreshed in his mind.
The girls were
chatting. He heard several express how excited they were to go to Ridge Falls
Adventure Park the next day and hopefully get into The Club. Sam, though, did
hear the two sisters talking. They were called Julia and Heather Atkins. The
one eight, almost nine and the other ten. The way they spoke it was obvious
they had been told to be here, didn�t want to be in �this stupid club� and
�what�s the point anyway� and �Mum only told us to come because she wants the
money�. Sam needed to cut down the list, and other than Jasmine, now had these
two to cross off. It wouldn�t stop him from giving them the full works later
that night though.
Not wanting
the girls to swim without supervision, Sylvia left a few minutes later and went
into the pool building. Sam went on down to the pump room, to watch from his
viewing window. On the signal from Miss. P�s. whistle, the girls all dived into
the pool and quickly started playing their games. The squeal of high pitched
voices and screams quickly filled the air.
When Sam had
designed the colour scheme for the swimsuits, he had spent some time finding an
Indonesian manufacturer who would discreetly make them as he wanted. Firstly
there was no padded gusset. He didn�t want material hiding the girls� delights.
The strip of material under the crotch was the thinnest white material made
from a special cotton/polymer mix. It had a property that when dry it looked
perfectly normal, but when wet it shrank and pulled tight creating amazing
camel toes. The man on the phone had also tried to explain about a specific refraction
index, close to water when wet. Sam had glazed over. All he was interested in
was it transparent when wet? Yes it was.
Sam could see,
feel, touch, fuck as many naked pre-teen pussies as he wanted. That wasn�t the
point. Sam loved being a voyeur and stolen flashes of pussy were really erotic
to him.
As the girls
jumped into the pool, they were soon playing around, throwing balls, and trying
to climb onto the air beds and floats. Sam watched from his window at the end
of the pool transfixed. The special swimsuits were giving him a show to die
for. Soon, though, Miss. P. had called them to order. At the end of the pool,
she pointed out there was a plate mounted to the pool wall, with hand rails
similar to the steps, except instead of treads, it had two spring loaded foot
plates near the surface of the water about three feet apart. The idea was they
had to hold the rails, put their feet on the plates and launch themselves as
far out into the pool as they could. Like a backward dive. Of course, Sam had
mounted the whole thing immediately over his viewing window. So, as the girls
each took turns to use the device, they curled into a foetal position, with
their knees bent, feet spread far apart and poised for a second or two before
launching out.
During that
time, Sam could see the thin translucent material, hugging the contours of each
child, the nearly transparent material, having shrunk, was pulled deeply into
their clefts and bum cracks, just inches away from his window, eyes and camera.
Every move they made, the material seemed to sink into them further, every time
their clefts opened and closed, Sam missed nothing. He could clearly see all
the way from the small of their backs down through the valley of their bottoms,
through their clefts, their clitties, either showing or not, on passed their
dimples up to their tummy buttons. Nothing was hidden from view, and yet the
material left just enough mystery for him to crave for more.
This went on
for a while until finally Sam was sure he�d got all the girls pussies well and
truly recorded, and most several times. A little discreet number marked on each
of the suits near the crotch would identify which pussy was which girl.
Sam rejoined
Sylvia, just as she was going to call them all out of the pool for the day.
They had really enjoyed playing in the pool, as all little girls do. And being
allowed to play how they wanted made it more fun. He gave her a nod the filming
had been a success. The girls went into the changing rooms to shower and put
the clothes on Miss. P. had given them.
Returning to
the Common Room, refreshed from their swim and shower, they were looking
forward to the evening movie marathon. They were now wearing, all in Club
colours, clothes similar at first glance to some cheerleader outfits. In fact
Sam had ordered them from Jane, who used one of the leading cheerleader
suppliers regularly. They had short length skirts, long socks, matching
coloured trainers and crop tops which showed just an inch of belly.
However,
underneath, they were wearing underwear which although it had cost Sam a
fortune from a specialist online supplier in Malaysia, it was worth it�s weight
in gold. At first glance, they looked like regular panties, except in the
powder blue Club colours. But the unlined gusset was very narrow, and slightly
too long, so as the waist settled on the hips, the gusset drooped slightly. It
was made from an expensive polymer, which relaxed and curled as it warmed with
body heat. Another feature of the panties was that, in the gussets and waist
bands, there were tiny quick release clips completely invisible unless you knew
they were there, marked by some clever pink stitching. This enabled the removal
and replacement of the panties without having to slide them all the way up and
down the legs of the wearer. All the girls thought they were very smart in the
new clothes��
Pizza was
ordered and arrived. The girls had been in the games room, when the food came,
playing on the Xbox and Nintendo terminals, squealing, laughing and giggling
continuously, their sing song voices filling the air like fairy music. Sam
never managed to get any kick out the digital games, but understood others did.
His pleasures were more to do with his digits and where he could put them.
There was a
quick discussion about what movies to watch, and in the end they decided on the
Harry Potter box set. The huge twelve foot wide screen could be raised or
lowered on the wall, and Miss. P. suggested if they wanted to lie on the floor,
with it�s really soft thick carpet, she would bring the screen right down.
Quickly, treating it a lot like a big sleepover, the girls settled down to eat
and watch. The high quality surround sound system seemed to make the whole room
shake, like in a real cinema.
Miss. P. kept
the soda and fruit drinks as well as the pizza and snack foods coming. A very
relaxed atmosphere soon enveloped them all. Sam and Sylvia sat on a sofa just
behind the row of girls. They weren�t looking at the movie though, they were
riveted on the line of legs stretched towards them.
None of the
girls seemed to be lying with their knees together; on the contrary, they were
almost all spread. The skirts they were issued with, by design, had a natural
tendency to ride up, which they had done. Sam and Sylvia would now see a line
of bums, wiggling, as the girls moved. Sam could see the panties were worth
every dime he�d paid for them. The gussets, narrow as they were and limp, had
curled up into thin tubes rather than being flat, were lying to one side across
the girls� bottoms, leaving Sam and Sylvia an uninterrupted view of each of the
Girls� pudenda. They were each showing their bottom cracks off, their rosebuds
in full view, just below that, their perinea leading down to their vaginas.
Sam could
hardly hold himself back from diving in and molesting the girls all lying in
such a salacious position. He remembered from camp, just how different each
girl�s pussy had been, and here again he was reminded. Some vaginas seemed to
gape open, some tightly closed. Their clefts likewise were just a crack, others
a deep valley, between very plump, almost swollen vulvas, showing their inner
and outer labia, and clitoral hoods, pressing into the carpet, the fur of the
rug material seeming to fill the gap.
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CHAPTER
48�
Sarah gets
caught.
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Sam nudged
Sylvia�s arm. She looked questioningly at him. He nodded, pointing with his
chin. There was a girl just to his right, lying like all the others. From her
file, Sam knew she was nine years old, with long blond hair. She had startling
blue eyes, which Sam remembered from earlier. At first it looked like she lay
completely still. But then Sylvia noticed what Sam had spotted before, she
could just catch a tiny movement, almost imperceptible. The girl had her hand
under her tummy, and her middle finger tip, almost concealed by the thick
carpet and the position she was lying in, just reached her clitoris. She was
diddling herself.
Sam, having
his camera at the ready, pressed �video record� casually got out of his seat,
and placed the camera between her knees, a few inches from her ongoing
masturbation. No one noticed. Sam poured himself a drink, and waited a few
moments. He could see the little girl�s bottom was rising and falling slightly
now, but barely perceptible, until he heard a sound like �Humpffff�,
as she settled into a gentle climax, her fingers in a blur of fast but
microscopic movements. Sam moved back, picked up the camera and tapping the
girl on her shoulder, holding the camera in his other hand, identifying who she
was. As she turned her head, she looked surprised, as if she had forgotten
anyone else was here.
Sam indicated
for the girl to follow him out. Her name was Sarah, who was very pretty, and
certainly on Sam�s list of �must haves�. He walked into the games room, and
after she entered, he quietly closed the door behind her, pressing the auto
lock button.
�I hope you
don�t mind me asking you to come in here while you were enjoying the movie,
Sarah,� he asked. �But I wanted to have a little chat with you, you� know, one-to-one. What do you think about The
Club? Was it something you wanted, or did your mum push you?�
�No Sam,� she
said without hesitation, �I really want to join. I�ve heard so much about what
you do and places you�re going to, and I know I�ll never do stuff like that,
and anyway my mum can�t afford it.�
�Well Sarah, I
think I may have to ask your mum to come down and collect you, because I�m not
sure we can let you join.� Sam, while he was still talking, moved across to one
of the computer terminals, which was switched on, and inserted the SD card from
the camera.
�Oh, no Sam,
What have I done, please let me stay, please, I�ll do anything. What did I do?�
Sam clicked the mouse, and in a moment the two minute short movie of Sarah�s
masturbation and obvious orgasm came onto the large screen in full HD,
finishing with a close up of the little girl�s face. �Ohmy
�I know,
perhaps there is a way, perhaps I could give you one last chance,� he said with
a furrowed brow, as if thinking this for the first time. She looked hopefully
up at him, as he went on to say, �Perhaps I could give you a test, a sort of
trial. I could ask you some questions and if you answer the questions
truthfully and quickly, and do whatever I ask, immediately, without hesitation
or delay, I might reconsider.� She saw a glimmer of hope. She really wanted to
join The Club. Her mum had said she hoped she would get in too. She�d said it
would solve so many problems for them.
She looked Sam
in the eye, licking her lips nervously, she said quietly, nodding, �yes Sam,
whatever you ask.�
�OK Sarah,
remember no hesitation. My questions will come fast understand? I want an
immediate, truthful answer.� She nodded again. �Do you masturbate a lot Sarah,�
he asked unexpectedly, �do you do it a lot? Tell me, quickly now.�
�Oh err, yesss,� she stuttered, �I think I need to do it more than
my friends say they do it.�
�How often
Sarah?� He shot back.
�Oh errr, about three times a day, sometimes more, is that
bad?� She looked at him with uncertainty in her face.
�Let me ask
the questions, Sarah. Where do you masturbate, is it in bed, or at school?� Sam
hadn�t seen her do it in the changing rooms, so wondered where she went.
The girl
looked a little embarrassed, but seeing Sam was about to speak said, �I always
do it at home in bed before I sleep, and again in the morning, sometimes in
bed, sometimes in the shower. At school, though I am very careful, because I
don�t want anyone to know I need to do it. I have learned to do it quietly, I
always do it in class, under my desk without the teachers or my friends
knowing.� She was relaxing just a little now. Sam hadn�t shouted at her. Maybe
if she was careful, and did exactly what he asked, he�d let her stay.
�Hmm, I see,
Sarah, thank you for being honest with me, that�s important. Now remember what
I said earlier, if you don�t want me to call your mum, do exactly as I say,
without question.� She nodded. �Move to the table behind you, that�s right. In
a moment, I want you to sit on the edge, but first I would like you to take all
your clothes off.� She blinked, wide eyed. But knew this was the test. �Now,
please Sarah.�
There was just
a moment of hesitancy, before Sarah started to slide her crop top up and over
her chest and head. Sam studied her flat chest for a moment. Her light skin
highlighted by her slightly darker, flushed areol�
which were topped by tiny nipples that stuck out, hardened, aroused. She
immediately kicked her trainers off and lifted one leg, pulled her knee sock
off, followed by the other. Knowing she wasn�t allowed to hesitate, she reached
round, and unclipped the short cheerleader style skirt from her waist, and
dropped it to one side. She was now standing in just the special panties which
had and still were revealing so much to Sam. Again, without pause, she put her
thumbs in the waist elastic, and swept them down her legs, stepping out of
them. She straightened up, leaning against the table, and remembering what Sam
had asked, put her palms on the table edge and lifted herself up so she was
sitting on the edge.
�That�s good,
Sarah, well done,� assured Sam, knowing this was going to take less time than
he�d thought. �Now another part of the test: what I want you to do is without
moving your bottom, I want you to bring your heals up and rest them on the edge
of the table too. You can lean back if you need to, but do not move your
bottom.� Because her bum was almost hanging off the table edge, the only way
this possible was for her to lean back on her elbows, lift her knees high up,
spread her legs and place her heals outside of her bum. Spreading her pussy
wide, wide open for Sam to see. The dampness of arousal from her earlier climax
glistened in her open vagina. Her red face, flushed with embarrassment, was
almost the same colour as her pinky coloured pussy
interior sparkling in the reflected light as she moved.
�Well done
again Sarah, now what you are going to do, is show me how you masturbate.� Sam
saw her mouth open a little. �No hesitation now, you�re nearly through this
test. I may tell you to stop though, and if I do you must stop immediately.�
The child moved the fingers of one hand down over her completely hairless,
plump mons, which now, with her lying in this position, was standing very
prominently over her flat belly. Her palm cupped her mound, as her fingers
dipped and found her clitty in an obviously well practiced movement. They
started a circular motion, rubbing the little bead. Her cleft was wide open, of
course, due to her legs being in the position they were. There was nothing, now
hidden from Sam�s view. He was loving this sexy, salacious display.
She suddenly
pushed her middle finger down through her cleft, and dipped into her little
dark vagina. Sam saw she was now even more aroused, her moisture betraying her,
was glistening all along her cleft, as her finger spread it back up to her
clitoris while she continued to rub herself. Sarah began to stimulate her nub
with passion. Her breathing had become short pants. Her arousal was almost
certainly heightened now knowing he was watching her so closely. This was just
so erotic to them both. Sam realised this girl was a sex addict, he�d read a
little about it and, from what she�d confessed, probably needed orgasmic
releases half a dozen times a day. He had seen enough pre-teen girls about to
cum, to time this one to perfection, and as she slowly rose, climbing her
mountain of pleasure, Sam suddenly said �Stop Sarah, now. Remove your fingers.�
Although the girl did stop and removed her hand, her short breathing and slight
hip humping, continued for several seconds. She was right on the cusp, nearly
cuming. Her hands were twitching now, being drawn back, in a battle of wills
fought between her mind and body.
�That�s very
good Sarah. Keep your hands by your sides please. That�s right. Now would you
like me to help you feel good? Would you like me to rub you a little?� The girl
was in such a state of high arousal, at that moment, she would have agreed to
anything, as she nodded vigorously at him, her breathing quickening again. Sam
could see her labia were flushed bright pink, and her whole pudenda was
engorged and swollen with her high sexual state of arousal. The moisture from
her vagina was flowing freely into the crack of her bum, and over her anus.
�Keep your
head on the table, and put your hands on your calves. Pull back on them if you
feel the need to do so.� Sam stepped forward, up to the table, between the
girl�s wide spread knees. In the movement of a moment, he pushed his sweats and
boxers down, which dropped to his ankles. Grabbing his cock, and knowing she
couldn�t see exactly what he was doing, he gently rubbed the tip up and down
her cleft, spreading copious amounts of pre-cum which had accumulated in his
foreskin. He expanded his movements, until he was rubbing all the way from her
clit down to her anus and back. He wanted her on a high, very high, for as long
as possible. But most importantly, he didn�t want her to cum, yet.
Slowly, slowly
he stimulated her poor tortured pussy. Her vulva seemed so engorged, it would burst.
Her movements, tiny thrusts trying to increase the pressure of his cock against
her sensitive genitalia. Sam suddenly squatted down. He wanted to know if she
was a virgin. He placed a palm either side of her pussy, and continued gently
massaging her, as he pulled her vulva slowly apart, parting her labia even
wider, her vagina peeling open into a little dark tunnel of glistening
moisture, a wave of little girl musky odour wafted over him. He saw instantly
that she was intact, a virgin. He�d half expected her to have bust her cherry
with a hairbrush handle. Standing again, he quickly continued his penile
stimulation of the nine year old child�s clitoris. The girl was now almost
beside herself with need. Every time she got close, he would move away from
�that spot�.
She needed
this to end soon, she couldn�t stand it much longer. She�d never been on the
brink as long as this before. So when Sam leaned forward and asked her quietly,
�Sarah, would you like me to make you cum, I will if you let me fuck you right
now,� she agreed instantly. �Oh yes Sam, please yes, just make it happen,
please.���
It was a
fraction of a second, a tiny movement of his crown, and it was pressed to her
entry. Another moment, and he was pressing, slightly harder, getting firmer,
pressing again, harder. Then he felt her suddenly dilate, and his crown popped
into her. There as a gasp from the girl, who was thrusting at Sam almost as
much as he was thrusting now at her. Despite her being so young, and despite
this being her first time, Sam could feel his cock sliding into the child.
There was a slight resistance, but at that moment, she bucked at him, and her
hymen melted away, his cock continuing it�s journey into her glorious dark
unexplored interior.
Sam felt his
tip nudge into her end, she grunted as he pulled back and pressed into her
cervix once more. Then pulled half way out and thrust back again, then almost
all the way out, just his crown remaining and slammed into her. This girl was
in a world of intense pleasure. Sam had seen many pre-adolescents enjoy having
sex on the end of his cock. But none of them had enjoyed themselves quite as
much as this little girl was. right now. She lay on her back, head pressed to
the table, her bright blue eyes screwed up behind her closed eyelids. Her long
blond hair a carpet across the table top. The white skin of her naked nine year
old body seeming to move at every thrust, as if she was inflating and
deflating. Her little flat areol�, just a shade
darker than the surrounding skin of her completely flat chest, surrounded her
tiny little beaded nipples sill, trying to thrust themselves upwards.
Suddenly, Sam
realised she was about to cum, and as she rose to a new height, he felt
something new. Her pussy started to spasm, and as it did, there was a glorious
pulse of pressure running along his cock, similar to when a tight fist ran up
and down his shaft. It was a wonderful sensation. He was on the short strokes
himself now, and as the girl started to buck under him, her head sweeping from
side to side, her fists clenched into tight balls, pressing into her belly, he
exploded into her. His semen was blasting into the girl, pulse after pulse. It
had been a couple of days since his last fuck, and his underused cock really
needed relief, as he filled her little void with his liquid silver. He pulsed
and pulsed. He could feel each spurt as it pumped into her. It felt like
gallons to him. After what seemed an hour, but probably only a minute or two,
Sam�s climax slowed to the mini pulses he loved so much and finally stopped. He
smiled to himself and vaguely wondered how many �oh
He stayed
still, looking down at the beautiful little girl, tension dropping from her
face, a look of utter contentment, as she looked back at him and smiled. �Can I
join the Club now, Sam?� she asked, a slight look of mischief in her
expression.
�I think we
can arrange that for you Sarah. I think you would be a really good Club member,
and I think we are going to enjoy you and I becoming better acquainted, don�t
you?� She smiled again. She knew this was going to be the first of many fucks
with Sam. She hadn�t been entirely honest with him. She actually masturbated
four or five times a day, usually more. Her mum had often complained to her
about the state of her panties. She enjoyed masturbation, but it was nothing
like what she�d just experienced on the end of Sam�s wonderful cock. When she
played with herself, she came and enjoyed it, but was also always left with an
empty feeling, needing more, a feeling of frustration creeping in, a need for
fulfilment. This led her to have to masturbate again and again in a cycle of
short release followed by more frustration. Sarah knew she soon needed more,
much more, and Sam had shown her the way. It could be win, win if she joined
The Club and she would find satisfaction at last.�
�Don�t move
Sarah,� he continued, �I have a special treat for you. Keep your eyes closed
for a couple of minutes would you?�
Sam, his cock
now deflated and had almost slipped out of her, stepped back. As he bent to
pull his boxers and sweats up, he noticed her pussy was flowing with his sperm
filled semen, some of which had already dripped down through her bottom, and
onto the floor. He also noticed that her hymeneal bleed had been far greater
than most of the other girls he had broken in. She had bled a lot. Sylvia would
love this one.
�Don�t move,�
he said, �and keep your eyes shut for a minute. Promise?� She nodded, a half
smile on her pretty face.
Sam quickly,
silently, opened and stepped out of the door, and back to where the others were
still watching the movie. He hadn�t realised he had only been gone just over
twenty minutes. He leaned down and whispered into Sylvia�s ear. She immediately
stood, and made for the door. Sam sat down on the settee, picked up and sipped
his whisky. Sylvia would look after the girl, she knew what she wanted, and
what the girl needed. The auditions had started very well indeed as far as he
was concerned. Something worried the back of his mind though. A distant bell
ringing. Sylvia returned about fifteen minutes later. She smiled at him. A
silent communication passing between them. She had a little smear of blood on
her chin, which Sam wiped off with the pad of his spit wetted thumb.
Sarah quietly
returned, to join her friends a few minutes later. As she crossed the room, she
gave a little shy smile to Sam and Miss. P.
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CHAPTER 49
Alice gets the
heads up from Sarah
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The movie came
to an end, and before they put the next one on to play, Miss. P. clapped her
hands and said, �right girls, can you all get ready for bed? You can watch the
next one when you have changed, washed and brushed your teeth. I think most of
you showered after your swim, but if you want one that�s OK.� There was a rush,
as all the girls went to their rooms, not wanting to be the last getting back.
Sam wandered
down to have a pee. He needed to clean up a bit anyway, after fucking Sarah. He
was very aware of his sticky and bloody cock. As he walked down the corridor,
he noticed one of the bedroom doors was open a little. This puzzled him, as all
the doors had drop hinges so they would close on their own. Someone must have
propped it open. He saw from the name in the holder fixed to the door the girl
was called Alice. Her face like every other girl on the auditions was very
pretty. She was a nine year old, dark haired, green eyed girl. Being quite
short, it gave her a dumpy look, which when added to a little natural puppy
fat, made her look chubbier than was really the case. She would grow taller,
and as she did would drop the unfortunate appearance she�d acquired.��
As he passed
the door, his interest now piqued, he glanced in through the gap. Each room was
laid out in the same way, and ahead, in the corner of the room, was a mirror,
at an angle, so as he looked, the reflection showed the interior of the room,
and a naked Alice, standing, staring into the mirror, her hands behind her
head, elbows pulled back, her full belly pushed out towards the mirror. Her
feet were well apart, and in this stance, her pussy beneath seeming to pout at
him, it�s mound full and round, a coquettish smile on her face, as she looked
into Sam�s eyes, through the mirror. Clearly she�d been waiting for him. He
froze to the spot for a few seconds, taking in what he was seeing.
Alice raised
an eyebrow in question, and tilted her head in invitation. Sam looked up and
down the corridor, no one around, so he pushed the door open, knocking away the
shoe she�d used as a door stop, allowing it to close behind him.
�What�s all
this Alice?� he asked quietly, unable to prevent himself from feasting his eyes
on her, �aren�t you getting ready for bed, so you can watch the movie?�
�I�m ready for
bed Sam,� she answered in a low tone, looking up at him from a lowered face,
�if you want that is.�
�What do you
mean Alice,� he was on the back foot here and they both knew it, �what are you
saying?�
�Well Sam,
Sarah, my friend told me, if I let you fuck me, you would let me join The Club.
Is that right?� She stepped back, and sat on the edge of the huge bed. He
realised now why he�d had a niggle in his mind
earlier. He�d forgotten to tell Sarah to keep quiet about what they�d done. She
leaned back with her elbows propping her body up, then lifted her feet up onto
the edge of the bed.
�It doesn�t
work quite like that, Alice,� he stammered, knowing in his mind that�s exactly
how it worked, watching the girl, as she slowly spread her knees apart, giving
him the most salacious view imaginable. She had slightly dark skin. Her hair
was black as night, eyes dark brown. He assumed she was Hispanic. She wasn�t
what you would call beautiful, slightly chubby maybe, but she more than made up
for it because her pussy was stunning, already calling out it�s siren song to
Sam�s cock. Even as he watched, he could see her cleft slowly peel open, her
labia parting and a glint of moisture reflect from the dark passage of her dark
coral coloured vagina. He already knew she�d won and what was about to happen.
�Don�t you
want to fuck me Sam?� she continued, knowing she now had him at a disadvantage,
�I think I would like you to fuck me.� She was teasing him, and they both knew it.
�Sarah said it was really nice. She said you were kind to her being her first
time. It�s my first time too, Sam, have a nice close look.� She placed her
palms under her thighs, her finger tips curled around her chubby legs,
caressing her vulva for a second and finding her labia, before pulling them
gently apart. Sam despite himself, stepped forward, and stooped down.
Immediately he could see her intact hymen, awash with the moisture of her
arousal. Her little girl musky scent wafted up. He knew he was beyond the point
of no return.
�OK, that�s
enough, you win,� he sighed, �how do you want it Alice? When it�s a girl�s
first time, I like to do it the way she wants. Do you have any preference?�
Alice
immediately flipped over, and was now on her hands and knees, her bum pointing
invitingly at Sam. She looked over her shoulder at him. �This is how my sister
says she likes it best when she fucks her boyfriend. She�s thirteen now, so she
should know.� He stepped forward, and pushing his sweats down followed by his
boxers, he placed his palms on the ample globes of her bottom. His knees were
inside her spread feet, which he pushed a little further apart, making more
room for himself. Looking down, his rampant cock was pointing almost straight
at her pussy. He grimaced, thinking he really should have had that pee first.
His cock was also still sticky from semen, with traces of blood and Sarah�s
little girl juices from his fuck an hour ago.
Using his
fingers to pull her plump labia further apart, he pressed his crown to her now
open vagina. He pressed and eased off, pressed and eased off, allowing his
pre-cum to spread into her cavity, suddenly mixing with the girl�s own fluids,
making a slippery feel to her glorious passage. Pressing and easing, each time
he could feel a tiny dilation. He knew not to rush this. He was after all one
of the world�s experts in breaking in pre-teen virgins. If anyone knew how to
deflower children, he did. Suddenly after a minute or two of the most wonderful
pressure against his tip, watching her labia bulge out each time he pushed,
turning from pink to white and back again, he slipped into her, a popping
sensation, the tight elastic of her vagina entry clamping around his shaft. He
commenced a slow, very slow, rhythm pushing and reversing.
Almost
immediately, he felt the rubbery barrier of her hymen pushing back at him. He�d
no sooner nudged into it than he felt the girl push back at him, forcing his
long thin cock through, a tearing sensation, a gasp from the girl, was followed
by the most exquisite feeling, as he felt his cock slide and slide deeper into
the nine year old. She was very tight, almost painfully so, clamping hard the
whole length of his cock, but there was so much pre-cum and little girl
arousal, she was very slippery, as he penetrated her without pause, the smooth
velvet walls of her vagina offering no great resistance as they were peeled
slowly apart by his invading cock. He bumped into her cervix, and without
stopping, reversed, until he almost popped out of her and thrusting in again.
The girl started a �hummmpfff� and �ugghhh� rhythmic sound, each time he was pulling or
pushing.
He upped the
pace. This little girl, like Karen Duncan before her on camp, had been trying
to dictate who was boss, and he couldn�t allow that, it would lead to too many
chiefs and not enough Indians. Sam built up his pace. He wanted to make this
short, but having fucked and cum into Sarah, not an hour before, and
desperately needing a pee, was finding it harder than usual to cum. He had been
irked by her earlier behaviour and would have loved to have just pissed his
fill into her, but his tight prostate made that impossible.
But, being the
man he was, he also wanted to satisfy his lovers, especially on their first
time, and anyway loving the feel of yet another new pussy to ream, he knew he
would rise to the occasion and this pussy did feel special. It would just take
longer, that�s all.� His pace by now was
fast and furious. She wanted, no needed, him to cum, her own orgasm had started
almost as soon as he�d entered her and she had climaxed so hard it almost hurt.
It was enough. He on the other hand didn�t like being railroaded, and was now
going to get his own back. He was fucking her hard with his full six and a half
inches. As he pulled back, he allowed his cock to just pop out, but immediately
reversing, he slammed into her, pushing her to a new height of orgasm, the
clamping of her cunt on his cock increasing, his thighs slapping her buttocks
again and again. The child was breathing deeply now, repeating a mumbled, �oh
my gawd, oh my gawd,� as
she did. He was on the point of no return, when he felt his own old familiar
feeling deep down as his orgasm was heralded by the tingling in his scrotum,
followed by a tightening in his balls.
Alice suddenly
cried out, as her first ongoing climax during intercourse suddenly intensified
to a new height. Her arms gave out and she collapsed onto her chest and face.
Her knees would have done the same but for the fact that Sam was holding her
hips, taking her weight, as he slammed again and again into her, the slapping
sounds echoing around the room. Suddenly, he blasted into her. His orgasm
pulsed hard, so hard, as his tip was pressed into her cervix, the grip on him
an exquisite pain. His second pulse was like an explosion, and seemed to pour
into her. He wondered for a moment if he had in fact pissed into her a little,
as his semen pumped and pumped and pumped into her.
His cock was
still pulsing, as he came again and again into her, his hips thrusting, gradually
slowing and finally, there was no more and his dry humps, came to an end. The
girl had pleaded with him to stop, calling out several times, �too much, oh no,
I can�t take any more.� To no avail, Sam was finished when he was finished and
not before. The mini pulses he always enjoyed so much at the end of his orgasm,
during which he always liked to gently thrust again for a while, finally eased
away to nothing. He lowered her hips to the bed, slipping out of her as he did
so.
Sam stood at
the foot of the bed, looking down at the prostrate child, lying like a wet rag,
legs far apart, red semen flowing from her tortured pussy, her deep breathing,
through her mouth, indicating she was trying to recover.
�Well Alice,�
he asked her not unkindly, �how did you enjoy your first fuck. Was it what you
expected?�
Her head moved
a little, turning towards him, her eyelids fluttering open to slits. �Oh fuck
yeah, Oh fuck, I�ve just got to do that again. Am I in the Club Sam, am I?�
�Yes Alice,
you are, you passed the audition test. But one more thing.� She lifted her
head, something in his tone warned her, her eyes opening and focusing on him
now. �If you breath a word, just one word, of what we just did to the other
girls, you will be out of The Club before you�ve even joined it, do I make
myself clear?� She nodded, looking a little contrite. �You can tell Sarah the
same. If you or she mention the tests, you�re out, immediately.� She realised
Sam wasn�t the fool she�d perhaps taken him for. In a softer tone, he continued,
�In a minute, Miss. P. will come in and give you another test. Until then you
are not to move an inch, understand? Stay exactly as you are.� she nodded
again. �One more thing, Alice, be sensible, and I think you will really enjoy
The Club. I think you will fit in just fine. You�ve got all the right
qualifications!�
Sam pulled up
his boxers and sweats. Then as an afterthought, he leaned over and kissed the
girl on the head. He let his hand slip over her rump and down into the wide gap
between her thighs. Curling his middle finger up through her cleft, he scooped
up a large dollop of the pink sticky fluid, filling her groin. He left the
room, his hands seemingly clasped behind his back.
Entering the
common room, he leaned over the back of the settee, and kissed Sylvia on the
cheek. She looked fondly at him, and gently kissed his lips. �I have a little
surprise for you, my darling.�
�Oh I like
your surprises, what is it?�
�Close your
eyes and open your mouth.� She did as he indicated. He put his finger into her
mouth. �Now suck.� Her eyes popped open in startled amazement.
�You�ve done
another one already?� she asked. He nodded.
�Go down to
room eight, Alice Gonzales is waiting for you to sort her out.�
Sylvia
scuttled out. First things first though, he just had to go and take a piss. Sam
afterwards settled down in his seat. He realised he had only missed a few
minutes of the beginning of the second movie. It would be an hour later before
Sylvia returned, hand in hand with the now, seemingly tamed,
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CHAPTER 50
Becky�s
Intuition.
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As Sam sat,
finishing his neglected whisky, he looked along the line of little girls lying
on the floor in front of him. They were wearing the Club issued night dresses
he and Sylvia had spent so much time acquiring. When the wearer was standing,
they were long enough to not cause concern to the casual observer, but short
enough, never-the-less. Then, they were made of a brushed cotton fabric, which
when pressed against the carpets or rugs in the common room, gripped them, so
that as the girls moved around, the nighties rode up. None of them were modestly
hiding the girls thighs and bums, every single girl was on display to him. Some
of the hems were up by their hips. Occasionally, a hand would try and pull the
hems down over their bottoms, but it was a waste of time, being an elastic
material they just sprang up again.
Most had their
legs parted. Some had lifted their knees over the hips of their neighbours
cuddling unconsciously, as they enjoyed the movie. Although they were all still
wearing the very special Club issued panties, they might just as well have been
wearing nothing. The gussets had not only drooped, lying as they were supposed
to do, out of the way, but had rolled themselves into long tubes of material,
little thicker than a piece of string, exactly as Sam had hoped.
Sam spent half
an hour playing discreetly with his little HD camera, zooming in and
photographing every pussy on display, and several �family shots�, including all
of them
One little
girl looked over her shoulder for some reason. Sam caught the movement and
looked back at her. He knew her name was Becky. She was ten years old, popular
with the other girls, very pretty with light brown, almost strawberry blond
hair, and deep brown eyes.
She saw Sam
had been looking between the legs of the girl next to her. Puzzled, she lifted
herself up onto her outstretched arms, shuffled back a foot, and looked down to
see where Sam had been looking. Her friend�s bottom was virtually naked. She
blushed a little, clearly thinking this through, knowing she herself was
wearing identical clothing. She now knew what had caught his eye, but she also
knew she was here on an audition.
Becky had
spent most of the summer trying to find out everything she could about The Club
and what they did. Now was not the time to lose her opportunity. She�d listened
at the workshop door several evenings, when Club meetings were going on, and
had an idea. She had already decided she�d do whatever it took to get in. It
was just a moment of pause. She knew what to do.
She didn�t
need to make a fuss. There was a purpose to everything here, she�d already
realised. Making a fast decision, she glanced back at Sam, who was still
looking her in the eye. She gave him a little smile, knowingly, a silent
communication passing between them, as she lowered herself back down onto her
tummy. She shuffled a bit, making her nighty ride up again, turning a little,
so she was more in his line of sight, and parted her knees until they both
nudged her neighbours. She hoped now Sam would look at her again. She hoped he
would like what he saw. If he liked looking at little girls, she didn�t mind
him looking at her any way he wanted, if she could join The Club. A few minutes
later, she glanced over at him again, and sure enough, his eyes were glued
between her thighs. Instinct told her she was as good as in The Club.
The third
Harry Potter movie was put on to play. There had been a five minute break, so
everyone could stretch their legs, have a comfort break and get a snack or a
drink, before sitting down to the next marathon. During the break, Sam was
pouring the soda into a line of glasses, and Becky offered to pass them round.
As everyone had now got their drinks and began to settle down again, Sam asked
Becky, �How are you enjoying the auditions so far?� she was a bright kid, and
suspected the question was a leading one. �Oh yes, very much thank you Sam, I
enjoyed meeting everyone, several are already my friends, one or two are in my
class, so I knew I would be happy here.�
�What was it
about The Club that appealed to you most, Becky? What made you want to join?�
Becky knew she
was being tested. �Sam, I wouldn�t be honest with you if I just said it was
going to be fun and I wanted to go on trips with you and my mum would get some
money to help her. Although those are all true, I listened to what people have
said about The Club, and know that many of the things The Club does, I would
never be able to do and the idea of being sponsored with going to college, is
so exciting, I would do anything to do that. But I also realise there is more
to The Club than that. Has to be.� She looked at him, with no malice, no
threat, no implied bribery. �As I said, I would do anything, anything at all,
in fact. I saw how you were looking at me just now. I know what you want. Shall
we go� to my room now, Sam, or later on?�
Sam was
staggered that this ten year old had worked him out so definitively. On the
strength of one unguarded glance, she had worked out his motivation, processed
the logic and arrived at a conclusion, a correct conclusion. She was no dummy,
and already, he could see her in a few years� time wearing the golden choker,
replacing Sally as head girl when she moved on.
�You know, I�d
like that very much,� he said quietly, �I tell you what, Becky I will come and
see you later on, much later, perhaps two or three o�clock. You try to get some
sleep before then ok?� She nodded, knowing she never had trouble sleeping, and
picking up her glass, skipped over to join her friends, like any other ten year
old, as the movie opened. Sam finished tidying the food and drinks, and sat
back on the settee. Sylvia had still not returned from �looking after� Alice.
When he again looked across at Becky. He could see she had found a cushion to
place under her belly, lifting her bum in the air. She had spread her knees,
again touching her neighbours. Becky looked over her shoulder again, that
coquettish look back on her face, making sure Sam was looking at her pussy, a
pussy she knew was now going to be the passport to her great future.�
Sylvia had
come back into the common room, as had Alice a few minutes later, who looked a
little bemused, but clearly in some adoration of her favourite teacher. After
Sylvia had sat beside Sam, she leaned across, and whispered, �Fuck me Sam, but
that was quick work. How did you manage to pull in two in an evening?� Her
breath having that unmistakable mixed aroma of little girl musk and excitement
and semen and blood and fresh toothpaste.
He smiled at
her, �Make that three!� He turned, and pointed with his finger towards Becky,
who even as he spoke, lifted her bum for the umpteenth time, wiggling it a bit
and lowering again.
�You�re not
serious Sam,� she gasped, �another?� He nodded �God, I don�t know if I can keep
up. It�s only the first night, and I feel drained already.�
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CHAPTER 51
Rosie gets
molested.
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They settled
down, as the movie continued. It was reaching it�s crescendo, the girls were
writhing on the floor. On screen, Lupin who had
missed his Wolfsbane potion, turns into a werewolf
and becomes violent. Squeaks and suppressed screams were coming aplenty from
the audience. They were loving the tension, the controlled, safe fear the movie
evoked.
As the credits
scrolled up the huge screen, Miss. P. came into the common room. She pushed a
small trolley with cookies and other snacks, as well as drinks both hot and
cold. The girls crowded around her and were allowed to choose what they wanted.
Miss. P. then
clapped her hands and said, �Now girls, I want you to all go to your rooms,
take your drinks with you. If you want to watch a little TV, that�s OK, but it
will be a long day tomorrow, and I want you to all get a good night�s sleep.�
Quickly, not
wanting to be the rebel on this audition weekend, they did as Miss. P. had
instructed and the common room was suddenly empty. �Did they all get the
drops?� Sam asked her. She nodded. �Yes, all except Alice, Sarah, and Becky as
you suggested.�
Sam and Sylvia
finished cleaning up the room, switched off the lights, and headed for the
bedroom which they were sharing. They both quickly had a shower, and put
slippers and bath robes on. By the time they were washed and dried, Sylvia
looked at her watch, and nodded at him. They had discussed how to do this, and
adopted a sort of process.
The plan was,
Sam would molest each girl for ten or twenty minutes, before moving on to the
next. Sylvia, who was addicted to Sam�s bodily fluids in pre-teen girls�
orifices, would then follow on, licking the girl clean, enjoying herself as she
pleased, before finally putting their panties and nightdress back together so
they would be none the wiser in the morning. He opened a cupboard, and took out
a tripod and clipped on his camera. This little piece of history needed
recording.
So starting at
room One, they went in, both naked. The girl in this room hadn�t been on the
camp, so was new to them both. Sam turned on the light, seeing the girl lying
in the middle of the huge bed. Quickly, he pulled the bedding off her. His
preplanning now came into play. He leaned over, and flicked each of the buttons
on her night dress. They were specially made, and immediately released. Between
the buttons, was a very thin line of miniature, invisible Velcro, and a gentle
tug of the cloth pulled the garment away in two halves, leaving her naked,
except for her panties. Taking his finger and thumb, and squeezing the pink
stitching, on the gusset, another clip was released, now leaving the girl lying
on the remnants of her clothes. This had taken less than thirty seconds.
They spent the
next five minutes closely feeling, prodding, and stretching her pussy,
inspecting it, grading it assessing it, worshipping it. One would hold it open
for the other to fondle inside as far as possible, before reversing roles. They
pulled her legs up, out, back. Every position; positions only little girls�
bodies could be stretched to. The vital part of the weekend auditions was to
see if the girls� pussies were pretty or ugly. Were they, in other words,
desirably fuckable.
She was called
Rosie. She had recently turned eight years old and looked a poppet. She had
light blond hair, a turned up button nose and blue eyes. She looked like a
beanpole, with no curves on her at all. No curves except for her gloriously
smooth, completely hairless mons which reached up in a large curve at the base
of her tummy. Sam so loved little girls with big mounds, especially when they
had a deeply defined cleft, almost hiding her little clit and a deep dimple,
like she had. It seemed to him the younger a girl was, the bigger her mound
appeared in proportion to her body. Whenever a young girl had a prominent
mound, like this one, he made a point of photographing her from the side, to
get her profile well recorded. This one was worth recording.
Sam had now
placed the tripod at the foot of the bed, and switched to �record�. Not wanting
to hide what went on from the camera, he lay on the bed alongside her, quickly
placing an arm under her, he swiftly lifted and rolled her up, face down, onto
his chest. Her head just under his chin, her beautiful long blond hair and arms
falling each side of him, under his own arms. Her knees naturally fell either
side of his hips. His cock, rigid as a steel bar was pressed to his belly by
her weight. He lifted her up, and pushed it down, allowing it to spring back
and press into her cleft, it�s tip deep in her bum crack, just above her
rosebud. Already, his pre-cum was beginning to flow down his shaft, soaking her
glorious valley. He started a motion, running his crown up and down the length
of� her wonderful pussy. He knew that had
he not taken� the virginity of two girls
earlier, he would be struggling not to cum now. As he pushed her legs together,
trapping his� cock between her tight
thighs, he felt her smooth skin pressing, squeezing, massaging him. Her big
mound pressed into his pubis. She felt just fantastic.
She was now
completely slick with his pre-cum, and unless he stopped soon, he knew he
wouldn�t last to do his duty for the other girls. So he stopped his humping
motion, and started to explore her intimate parts carefully with his finger
tips. Because of the position she was lying in, face down on his chest, legs
either side, her bottom and vulva were wide open. He wouldn�t need to pull her
open. He started at the small of her back, and sliding down along her crack, he
felt the dip where her anal cavity was, filed with a pool of his slimy
lubricant. Without pausing, he slipped his finger into her. He was immediately
in as far as his first knuckle. He pulled back, and pressed again. This time,
he could feel the buttery passage of her rectum sliding along his finger over
the second knuckle. Again he pulled back, and this time as he pressed in, his
finger slid in as far as he could reach. She felt just stunning. He glanced
over at Sylvia, standing by the tripod, who was looking enviously at the
child�s bum, as she masturbated herself rapidly.
Leaving his
finger where it was, he now moved his other hand further down, and cupped her
big mound. Then, sliding his fingers upwards over her clitty and into her
cleft, he traced her slippery valley into her soaking wet vagina. Then pressing
his finger into her gently, he felt her yield a little. He pulled back and pressed
again and again. Each time, she allowed his digit to sink just a little further
into her. She was so tight on him, he wondered if intercourse was possible. But
he�d fucked other eight year olds, and anyway, he did like �em
tight, really tight. The only thing was, this little darling was only just
eight. It might just take longer to get into her, that�s all, but fuck her he
was detwermined he one day would..
After a few
more cycles of pressing and pulling back, Sam�s finger reached as far into her
as possible. He paused a moment, then tried rubbing his two fingers together
through the membrane between her vagina and rectum, the Rectovaginal
Septum. He found this amazingly erotic. One finger in her bum, the other in her
cunt, rubbing each other far inside her. Just then, Sylvia gave a little cough,
reminding him it was her turn, so reluctantly, he pulled both his fingers from
her orifices, held her by the hips, and rolled over on his side, allowing her
to again flop onto her back. He sat on the edge of the bed, and offered his
fingers to Sylvia, who instantly grabbed his hands and sucked them deep into
her mouth, running her tongue repeatedly around them.
�To my mind,
Rosie�s passed this part of the audition. Depending on your verdict, we�ll let
her join, unless she does something stupid tomorrow. We�ll see how she gets on
with the Riddle of Choice on Sunday. Room 2 next,� he said, as he picked up the
tripod, and walked to the door, �who�s in there, Sylvia?�
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CHAPTER 52
Lucy wakes to
a whole new world.
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�Lucy,� she
replied, as she lifted her knee over the prostrate girl on the bed, immediately
lowering her own pussy onto the child�s upturned, pretty face, �remember her
from camp? She was the one with the well used pussy. Surprising for a nine,
year old.�
Sam hummed to
himself, as he pushed open the door to the next room, and flicked the light
switch on. He put the tripod down, pointed the camera and pressed �record�. As
before, he swept the bedding off the sleeping child and paused to look at the
picture of innocence for a moment, before he defiled her. The quick release
clips on her garments had her naked in a few moments. She was lying on her side
in a foetal position, sucking her thumb.
Sam climbed on
the bed, and cuddling up behind her, spooned her for a minute, enjoying running
his hands over her flanks, which like Rosie were curve-less. He remembered her
long blond hair from camp, as she and her two friends had all had similar hair,
carpeting the tent that night. He let his cock slowly find it�s home along her
bum crack and cleft. To help, he started a humping motion to spread some
pre-cum along to help his fingers play. He had already, unbeknown to the child
been completely impaled inside her once on camp, and he looked forward to
repeating that joy right now. He remembered just how sensational she had felt
on his cock that night. It was the reason she was here today.
Without
wasting any more time, he lined up his cock to her vagina, and started his well
practiced nudging motions, to dilate and lubricate her. It was only on the
fourth or fifth thrust, that he felt his crown unexpectedly pop into her. He
remembered from last time that she seemed to have a contradiction in that she
was tight, very tight, as any nine year old should be, but at the same time,
dilated readily as though she had sex with an adult regularly. He would need to
know before she joined The Club. Male competition, Sam knew, was something that
brought trouble in more ways than one.��
He gently
pressed and released, pressed and released, feeling his cock slide further into
the girl, as her vagina�s walls parted on his intrusion. Deeper and deeper. He
remembered her so well, like it was only yesterday he had raped her last. As he
nudged her end, he pulled back and thrust in again, building up a gentle tempo.
He didn�t want to cum yet. He still had Becky to look after.
Sam stopped
for a moment, he placed his hands on her hips, one under and one over her.
Then, with his cock firmly pressing into her cervix, he held her tight, and
rolled himself onto his back, bringing her up with him, her back pressed to his
belly, her bum against his pubic mound, her head on his chest. Her feet fell to
the bed either side of him, and her knees bent outwards, at that impossible
�little girl� angle.
Sam started to
thrust into her. He was in one of his favourite fucking positions, because his
cock was completely inside the girl, leaving both hands to explore the whole of
her body as he desired. He took his time. He wanted to experience the child,
not cum in her, he wanted to record in his mind her delectable, totally
delectable cunt and it�s feel, the pleasure it was giving his body. Fuck she
felt good. Even better than he remembered. Last time, of course, he�d had to
wear a condom.� He was plunging in and
out now every couple of seconds. His left hand rubbing one of her flat tits,
feeling her nipple bud up into a tiny bead. His right hand was massaging her
clitty. It had engorged now, and was pushing itself proud of it�s cowl like a
little erection.
He was just
thinking of bringing this to a close, knowing Sylvia would come in for her turn
at any moment, when he felt a slight movement. Did she take a deep breath? Was
there a muscular spasm. He definitely felt it. Then again, and again. The girl
was cuming in her sleep. She was asleep wasn�t she? Oh fuck, he realised she
was waking up. No she was already awake! How long had she been awake?
�Oh gawd, yes,� Lucy muttered, �oh gawd
yessss, nghhhggggg,
AAAAHHHHH, ooooffff fuck yes, yes. Oh fuck. Am �.oohhhh�. I�.. in the �. Ugghhh �.
Club Sam,� she managed to stutter out between her orgasmic gasps, �or do I have
to shout rape? Fuck this feels good. Cum in me Sam, cum in me noowwww.�
Sam had been
having a hard enough job holding back as it was. The sudden surge of adrenaline
followed by the immense relief fired another huge orgasm. It hit before he
could warn her or prepare himself. As his first pulse blasted into the nine
year old, the door opened, and Miss. P. walked in. Her mouth dropped open in
shock as she took in the scene and understanding hit home, that the child was
wide awake.�
Lying on the
bed face up was Sam, with the little girl Lucy lying on top of him, also face
up, her legs flopped to either side of Sam�s hips. Standing where she was, she
could clearly see where Sam�s cock curled up through the girl�s bum cheeks, and
into her vagina, pushing her vulva wide apart, where it bulged out each time he
thrust, her labia stretched open. As she watched, she saw semen start to leak
from around his cock running down between his thighs. She didn�t hesitate, she
climbed onto the bed, pushed Sam�s legs further apart, and started to lick
along his cock and Lucy�s clit, at the exact point where they met. She loved
the taste of Sam�s cum in little girls� cunts, but this was the first time she
had been able to taste it �live�.
After Sam had
stopped his thrusting, and slowed to a stop, she finished cleaning them both,
and waited for him to pull out. As he did, Sylvia pushed his cock down, out of
the way, so she could get at the girl�s vagina, before the precious ambrosia
leaked away and was wasted. She spent a minute or two licking and sucking at
the girl, until there was no more of the delicious taste. She was aware that
the child was bucking her hips as she did this. Perhaps she was enjoying it
too. Sylvia had cum throughout this wonderful experience. She just couldn�t get
enough little girl kiddy sex. Life with Sam was just
getting better and better.
The three of
them lay for a minute or two, each enjoying their own post climax feeling of
peace and calm. Eventually, Sam rolled Lucy off from his chest, over to his
side. He pulled her towards him, so she was now on her back. Leaning on one
elbow, Sam needed to know where he stood. He had, at the end of the day, raped
the nine year old.
�Lucy, are you
OK?� He asked her. �I thought you were asleep when I came to check up on you.�
�I�m OK Sam, �
she replied in a calm tone, �I rather liked you doing it. You�re much nicer
than when the boys do it to me. Sam, can I join your Club? I mean, do you like
me enough to join?�
�Yes, Lucy,
you can join The Club,� he chuckled, realising the girl wasn�t phased at all at
her non consensual treatment at his hands. �I don�t want you to tell anyone
what happened here tonight, Lucy, do you understand? It must remain between the
three of us. Now tell me, what�s this business about �the boys�, what�s that all
about?�
Lucy lived in
a run down apartment, in a run down street, in a run down part of town. Her
life, simply put, had been run down. In her building a gang of youngsters had
formed years ago. As they grew, they moved from being pests, to petty crime, and
latterly drugs and minor violence. Over the years, any child in the building
was expected to join, and do as they were told. If it was stealing from shops
or cars or neighbours, they did as they were told. In the case of the girls,
they had to fuck the boys whenever they wanted, and often the older ones were
sold by the hour to anyone willing to pay for them. Lucy was the youngest, and
had been broken in about six months ago by the gang leader, his privilege.
Thereafter, all the boys had had her. Some regularly, others preferring the
older girls. When Sam later understood her full story, he realised that was why
her vagina looked so experienced and well used when they were on camp and he�d
been able to penetrate her so easily that night.�
Her mother, Martha,
had known exactly what was happening, and saw a life of crime and violence and
prostitution and pregnancy and drugs stretching out before her daughter�s life.
She knew the nine year old was being used by the gang for casual sex. It
happened often enough in the child�s own bedroom and there was nothing she
could do about it. She�d challenged them that first time, and had scars now to
show for it. Unless somehow she could get them out of this situation, she knew
Lucy�s life would just end before it had really started. Then she heard about
The Club. She didn�t know how to approach Sam, so when Sam�s invitation
arrived, she couldn�t believe her luck, and just hoped Lucy would get in.�
With some
careful questioning, and Lucy�s remarkably honest replies, Sam and Miss. P.
soon found out the girl�s history, her need, her desperation. He, like the
girl�s mother realised that The Club would be her only salvation. Sam made a
quick decision. Lucy and her mother needed to be out of their apartment block
and away as soon as possible. They needed protection, and a secure environment.
He had an idea, but would need Ellie to help him. He would call her in the
morning.
�So Lucy,� he
asked her, �how come you weren�t asleep when I came into your room?� He was
worried the knock out drops hadn�t worked on her. �Couldn�t you sleep? Did you
drink Miss. P.�s nightcap before bed?�
The child
glanced at her beside table, where the drink was only partly consumed. She�d
been so tired, she had fallen asleep without drinking much of it. They chatted
for a while, reassuring the girl that she was in The Club, but that they would
help her and her mother get to a safe place. �I know what they can do,� said
Miss. P., �they can move into my apartment. It�s empty, and I won�t need it now.�
So it was decided Miss. P. would phone Lucy�s mother in the morning, drive over
and she and Ellie would help move their stuff.
�What about
the adventure park, Miss. P.?� asked Lucy, �you will miss the fun.�
�Some things
are more important, Lucy, and I think yours and your mum�s safety is more
important now.�
The three of
them cuddled in the bed and after a few minutes they had drifted off to sleep.
A couple of hours later, Sam woke up. As he was prone to do. He had been
spooning into the girl, and his erection grew, nestling into her bum crack and
her still damp pussy. He ran his hands up and down her flank, surprised that
she had no curves on her at all yet. He reached over and caressed her little
nipple, which beaded up into� a little
nut hard nub. He felt her areola harden to his touch, pushing outwards.
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CHAPTER 53
Becky�s
somnolent first time.
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Remembering he
had an appointment with Becky, he looked at his watch. 3a.m. Time to go. He had
intended to molest most of the audition girls, but Lucy waking up and his next
appointment with Becky had curtailed his plans. He would have to make up for it
tomorrow night. He craned his neck and looked over Lucy, and saw that Sylvia
was sound asleep. She would be happy where she was for now. Careful not to
disturb Lucy, he untangled himself from the covers and left the room quietly.
He walked down the corridor, carrying his bathrobe over his arm, to room ten,
where he carefully turned the handle, and opened the door and slipped inside.
The only light
in the room came from a half moon, shining lazily through the thick drapes
hanging at the windows. It was enough to see the bed, and the shape of the
girl, curled on her side, facing away from him. Sam stepped towards the bed,
and carefully slipped under the covers. Waiting a moment until his skin was
warmed again, he edged over and gently put his hand on Becky�s hip. Rolling
onto his side, he slowly made contact with her, spooning into her. He loved
absolutely adored molesting girls when they were unaware, or better still,
asleep. It was the same when he watched the girls in the changing rooms.
Somehow it was more arousing if it was illicit and surreptitious.
Slowly, Sam
reached over, and one by one flicked the buttons on her nightdress, releasing
them. Then, only able to use one hand, he pried apart the Velcro, and pulled
the garment up and back, exposing her chest to his exploration. He ran his
hands gently up and down her body, feeling her ribs, the dip in her tummy. Her
boobs were small cones, about an inch and a half diameter at the base pointing
firmly outwards from her otherwise flat chest. They were tipped with small
raisin sized nipples, which as he rolled them between his finger and thumb,
hardened to his touch.
Not able to
hold himself back any longer, he slid his hand down and cupped her pussy over
her panties. Her mound pressed firmly back against his palm. Feeling her shape
for a moment by sliding his hand up and down her lower belly and mound, his
tumescent cock became hard as a pole again, pressed into the crack of her bum.
Not sure if he could manage it, he fumbled along the waist band of her panties
seeking the release clip, so cleverly disguised. He located the one on her hip,
and squeezed it, letting the elastic tension go. Similarly, he knew another was
over her cleft, where the narrow gusset started to widen at her pubis. This
took a little longer to find, but eventually he got it and released the clip.
The next few minutes was spent carefully wriggling the panties out from between
her thighs. Success brought Sam a thrill, as he could now feel her naked bum,
running his fingers along her crack, down between her thighs and into her
cleft. She was damp. Very damp. She had obviously been anticipating their
consummation when she fell asleep.�
Sam then did
one of his favourite things. He reached down her leg as far as he could, then
slowly, gently, ran his fingers up her thigh, around and over her mons, up
caressing her belly and over the rise of her rib cage, flitting over her tits
to her neck, before running downwards again over her silky smooth skin,
repeating this a number of times.
Sam�s foreplay
was over after a few minutes of caressing, exploring and feeling her, he was
ready to go, but had one final thing to do before waking her. He moved his
crown down her bum, and into the gap between her thighs, pressing upwards with
his finger tips.� He started to hump her
slowly, his crown moving forwards and backwards, spreading his, now free
flowing, pre-cum the entire length of her cleft. He could feel her plump labia
oozing and bulging outwards, as his cock pressed to them. Moving his upper hand
along, and his lower hand under her, he cupped her globes, and pressed further
until his finger tips were touching over the centre line of her cleft. He
pressed in gently, and slowly peeled her apart. His cock could feel her opening
widen, as it pushed into her under it�s own compression. When he felt he was at
her entry, he started a very slow humping motion, to insinuate his cock into
her opening, spreading his pre-cum. He pulled back, and placed his middle
finger to her opening, and carefully pressed in, feeling her open to his intrusion.
His digit slipped in further and further, until he felt her hymen pressing back
at him. He had spread as much pre-cum into her as he could. It was time.
Sam gently
shook Becky�s shoulder, and called her name. She grunted quietly, as she
stirred. He shook her again, �let me sleep Mum,� she moaned. Her steady
breathing indicating her sleepiness. She was certainly a heavy sleeper. Sam
thought for a moment. He had an idea. He needed to let her fall into a deep
asleep again though. After a few minutes, her gentle snore recommenced, so he
brought his crown back to her vagina, and slowly carefully, pulling her cleft
apart again, pressed into her. He kept the pressure up, feeling her slowly
dilate around him. He was in no rush, and just loved the feel of her cunt
slowly swallow his cock. Her tight ring didn�t pop over his crown, it oozed
over gently. He paused, and allowed her to dilate further.
After about
five minutes of the most wonderful anticipation, Sam pushed forward. Almost
immediately, he felt her hymen against his end. Sam had lost count how many
virgins he had deflowered, but the great thrill he got in being the first, and
feeling it tear would never fade. Again he started to hump Becky. Each time,
his cock pressed harder and harder into her membrane. He wondered if he should
stop, but the feelings of her tight, tight cunt sliding up and down his shaft
was just too good to stop. Still the girl slept. He couldn�t believe it.
Then it
happened, and he felt the familiar tearing as, her hymen dissolved around his
penetrating cock. He froze. She snorted in her sleep, mumbled something he
couldn�t make out, before her quiet little snore recommenced. Sam waited a few
more minutes, before he humped her in microscopic movements. He could just feel
movement, as he slipped minutely into her each time he pressed forward. This
went on for some time. Sam didn�t care if it took all night, he was just loving
this, fucking a girl who was willing, but at the same time, taking her
virginity, while she slept. He increased the scope of his thrusts now. He
started to move back almost coming out, before thrusting slowly in, in long
careful delicious movements, getting deeper each time.
He hit her
end, her cervix pressed against him. He was five inches into her. He decided it
was time this little girl enjoyed her first time. Laying still for a moment,
Sam took in her feel, how tight she was, her size, smell, her light brown,
almost blond hair flowing down between their bodies and the swell of her bum,
pressing into his pubic bone as he felt his cock deep inside her. He just
wanted to appreciate her beauty in every sense before he fucked her properly.
Sam pulled
back, almost coming out of her, and pressed in fully. He again pulled back and
pressed in, speeding up his tempo each thrust. On the third thrust, he heard
her moan and a little grunt. She snorted, then he felt her vagina clamp down on
him. �Ohmmmyggoooddd, ohmmmyggoooddd,�
she started to mutter, as her sleep induced drunken state slowly took in what
was happening. Sam now was slamming far into her. All six and a half inches of
his rigid tumescent cock vanishing into her, as he mashed his pubic mound into
her bottom. Her �Ohmmmyggoooddd�s� continued non stop
He started to
feel her passage clamping down on his cock, as he continued to fuck into her.
Sam knew she was rising. He paused his thrusting, catching his breath for a
second. �Becky, can you hear me, Becky?� He asked.
�What, why
have you stopped?� she asked, �Don�t stop now.�
�
�Becky,� he
went on, �I like to sometimes ask girls on their first time if they want it in
a particular way. Is there any special way you want to do it?���
By now, she
had come down slightly from her high, and was starting to think again. She was
about to tell him �to carry on, this way was fine�, when she remembered she had
always had a dream of being on top for her first time. �Would it be ok, Sam if
you lay on your back, and let me go on top? Is that OK?�
He smiled, as
he pulled out of her, hearing a sucking sound as he did so. He rolled over,
feeling the girl almost immediately straddle him. Her knees were not quite able
to reach down to take her weight, so she had to put her feet down and squat.
She lifted a little, while Sam lined up his cock with her vagina. As he felt
her entry, he lifted his hips, pushing back into her. Feeling him penetrate her
again, she lowered herself onto him. Down she went, down, slowly, all the way.
He couldn�t believe he was all the way into her, as she sat on his belly, his
cock deep in her, a bulge just under her tummy button betraying how deep he was
inside her.
Then it got
better. She surprised him again. She leaned back a little, the bulge� at her belly grew, and placed her palms on
each of his knees. He thought she was going to fuck him like that, but then,
she lifted each of her feet up, and laid her legs down along his chest, her
feet either side of his head. Her full weight was now on his pubis, pressing
him even deeper into her. The little bulge in her belly was now just beside her
navel. He had repeatedly told himself that little girl kiddy
sex couldn�t get any better, then he surprised himself when it did. He waited
to see what she did next. It was her show it would seem.
Becky, using
her legs and hands, levered herself up an inch or two, before dropping herself
down again on his pubes. The depth of penetration was unbelievable. Sam didn�t
know if cervical penetration was possible, he�d always understood it wasn�t,
but, his cock told him different, it felt like it was, he just didn�t know. All
he cared about at this moment was he that he was completely embedded inside
this ten year old. A few minutes ago she�d been a sleeping virgin, now she was
performing acrobatic sex.
She now
started to lift and drop, lift and drop. Her feet pressing down on his
shoulders, her hands now on his hips, either side of hers. Her movements got
longer and faster, as her confidence in her capabilities increased. After a
minute or so, she was bouncing up and down on his cock, the little bulge at her
belly button moving around up and down several inches, as his cock nudged her
from inside. From where Sam was lying, he could see every detail of his cock
penetrating the young girl, as it slid in and out of her.
Becky had
always dreamed of having her first time just like this. She had once found an
old black and white child porn mag in a drawer in the
garage her father used to keep tools in, before he left the family all those
years back. She�d been only five at the time, and hadn�t really understood what
she was� looking at. That only changed as
the years passed. It had shocked, surprised and excited her. She had studied
the pictures until they were etched in her memory. It had taught her a lot. But
towards the back, there had been eight pictures showing a little girl of about
eleven doing this to a man. Her face suggested she was enjoying it. It had
tweaked Becky�s imagination, and she decided she would try it one day, this
day.
Becky�s climax
caught them both by surprise. She screamed her ecstasy out loud, as the impact
of her orgasm overwhelmed her to such an extent, she stopped bouncing. Sam
immediately put his hands either side of her bottom, and started lifting and
dropping her again. This seemed to just intensify her climax, as she howled out
her overwhelming pleasure with feelings she�d never before experienced. Sam was
not long behind her, and before the girl came down from her peak, he exploded
into her, his fourth fuck of the night three of which had been virgins. His
semen spurted and poured and spurted again into her. He�d cum four times in the
last eight or nine hours, and yet he could still deliver a full load. He knew
without a doubt it had been the best night of his life. The pleasure he got
from each of these underage girls was just fantastic. They all felt different,
they all reacted differently, but each child gave him more pleasure than he
believed was possible. As often happened to Sam, as he came down from on high,
his mini pulses slowly diminishing, back to the real world. A funny thought
struck him, making him smile to himself. Instead of child sex being illegal, it
should be compulsory.
Finally it
ended. They were both panting for breath. The dim moonlight reflected off some
micro beads of perspiration on Becky�s forehead, her hair sticking to her
temples. Becky had never felt such a wonderful feeling in her life. Sure she,
like most girls her age, had discovered and developed her masturbation skills
into a pleasurable bedtime experience a few times a week, but never, in all her
short life, had she felt what had just overwhelmed her tiny body before. It was
just wonderful. She�d worked out what Sam had been after in the common room.
She�d decided if a fuck got her in The Club, then so be it. But now she
realised she wanted Sam to fuck her again and again. Nothing to do with being
in The Club, she wanted, no needed, that mind blowing climax again, and soon.
It so surpassed playing with herself. She smiled, her own funny thought coming
to mind. Perhaps she would work her way through the positions in that old dog
eared child porn mag, which she�d got hidden away at
home somewhere, each time she fucked Sam.
Sam cuddled
into the little girl, as they both drifted off to sleep, Becky starting her
rhythmic snore again, as Sam thought through his experiences of the day. �My
About an hour
later, Sam needed to have a pee, and afterwards, returning to the bed, found
her still in her deep, deep sleep, on her side. He spooned in behind her again.
His cock was stirring, feeling the silky soft skin of the ten year old girl�s
thighs pressing against him. He reached down with his palms, and pulled her bum
and cleft open, using his fingers to prise her labia apart. He could feel a lot
of semen seeping out, as her vagina walls parted. He pressed his cock to her
entry, and applying steady pressure, felt his crown sink slowly but steadily
back into her depths. He just nudged her end, and paused thinking life was
pretty good just now. He was asleep in a few moments, his cock resting exactly
where it wanted to be.
Sam awoke at
dawn as was his habit. Neither of them had moved. He was pleased he was still
erect, and was still pressing against her end. It was only the movement of his
thigh, and he was humping into the child, building his motion and momentum. He
reached over her hip, and after a moment of exploration, found her clit. Her
cowl was proud of her cleft. He gently started to diddle her, as he thrust into
her. He could feel her body responding, even though she was still in a deep
sleep. Boy, could this girl sleep!� She
started to breath deeply. She was going to cum in her sleep. Sam wanting her to
enjoy her orgasm, started to pound into her with some speed and force.
He shook her
shoulder and spoke into her ear. Even so, it was some seconds before she
stirred. �Ohhh, goooddd, yeeeesss, ohhh yeessss, nnnggghhhh, oh yessss,� she muttered, as she came, while she came to her
senses, �I�m cuming Sam Fuck me hard Sam, please, hard, quick.� He upped his
game, and for the next couple of minutes was slapping into her bum, as her
vagina squeezed his cock again and again, as she spasmed on him. Her orgasm
went on and on. Her muscular pulses ran the full length of his cock, as her
vagina clenched him continuously. He felt the familiar tensioning in his
scrotum, and soon the surge up his shaft, as he blasted into her for a second
time.
After they
both came back to reality, Sam gave her a cuddle and long kiss, their tongues
intertwining. His cock slowly withered, shrank and slipped from her warm
vagina, sucking a little semen out with it. He liked this intelligent kid. She
would go far. He told her to stay where she was, it was early, and there was no
reason for her to get up yet. He told her he had a surprise for her though. She
wondered what it would be. As she waited, she thought about how Sam had just
fucked her, from behind. It had been really nice. It was similar to another set
in her old magazine, but that girl had been fucked up her bum. She wondered
what it would be like. Perhaps, next time, she would ask Sam to try.
He put his
towelling wrap on, and quietly left her room. He padded down the corridor, and
went into Lucy�s room. The light was still on, although Lucy and Sylvia were
both fast asleep. They had no bedding over them and were in a tangle of limbs,
each having a palm in the other�s crotch. Sam carefully shook Sylvia�s
shoulder. She was a light sleeper, and her eyes opened instantly. Sam whispered
in her ear. She nodded, and putting her own gown on, went out to look after
Becky. Sam remained looking at Lucy�s naked body for a few minutes, before he
picked up his camera and tripod, switched out the light, and went to his own
room for a shower and to dress. He had some jobs to get done before they left
for the adventure park. First job was to call Ellie. She and Sylvia needed to
get Lucy and her mum moved today. They could use his truck and also call in a
favour or two to get some muscle to help them if they needed it.� He then went out to his truck, and drove
round to Paddy�s to pick up Jenny and Emily. They were ready and very excited
when he pulled up. They needed no encouragement to get in the truck. Waving to
Paddy on the doorstep, Sam felt a little sad for his friend�s dad, as he waved
them off.
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CHAPTER 54
The Theme
Park.
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The bus
arrived on time at 9:00 am. The audition girls, those that had been drugged the
night before, were really struggling to wake up. As arranged, the old Club
members had all arrived at 8 o�clock, to have breakfast and meet the
prospective members. Miss. P. had to ask them and Alice, Sarah, Lucy and Becky
to help get them dressed in time. Finally, they were eating breakfast, which
Sam had cooked, by the time the bus arrived.
Everyone was
wearing similar clothes. Miss. P. had put out tracksuit style clothing for all
the new girls. Trefoil leggings and hoodie tops, all
in The Club colours. Club coloured socks, trainers and tees were also provided.
Interestingly, though Alice, Sarah, Lucy and Becky�s clothing now also sported
The Club logos, of course, as did the existing Club members�. As far as Sam was
concerned, they were now members, and were entitled to do so. When this was
commented on, Sam passed it off as an oversight. But the four new girls, and
the existing Club members of course, all knew better.
The day was a
great success. The weather was perfect. It wasn�t too crowded. Most schools
hadn�t finished for their vacations yet, so they didn�t have to queue too long
for the popular rides.� Sam was observing
everyone very carefully. It was noticeable who was trying to push to the front,
and who was letting others go first. Julia and Heather Atkins, the two sisters
he�d heard speaking in the showers the day before kept jumping queues, and
pushing the younger ones out of the way. He already knew they wouldn�t be
joining. Another couple of girls were also doing similar things. He saw one, a
girl called Gill Evans, spitefully pinch a small seven year old girl on her
arm. Her name was Daisy. It was obviously painful and made her recoil, bringing
tears to her eyes. Probably trying to provoke her into a reaction, which didn�t
come. Daisy was a pretty, chubby brown haired little girl. She was already a
friend of Jenny, Sophie and Naomi, the dark haired beauty he�d met on camp. He
noticed they had got together as a small group, chatting. He understood they
were all in the same class at school. Daisy was always smiling when Sam looked
at her. She was one of Ellie�s choices, and he knew she would be perfect for
The Club, and looked forward to exploring between her thighs later that night.
Daisy looked
resentfully at the bully, but stayed in the queue, waiting her turn, rubbing
her sore arm, as she spoke to Naomi. Sam frowned at Gill, who blushed as she
realised she�d been caught. If they couldn�t get along at a theme park, they
wouldn�t during every day life. He was disappointed, because she was an exceedingly
pretty girl. But that�s not how The Club worked. By lunch time, Sam had four
names in his head of girls who wouldn�t be joining The Club.
They went to
the food mall, and had a quick show of hands. �Wendy�s it is,� said Sam, �let�s
go eat.�
After they
ordered the food, Sam, with Sally and Vicky and Vera, sat at a different table
from any of the audition girls, and compared notes. It was a hard selection to
make, when trying to decide which of these very pretty girls wouldn�t be
selected. When Sam mentioned the four in his mind, Sally nodded. �Yes,� she
said, �I had three of those in mind too. Why have you rejected Jasmine?� He
explained that he hadn�t rejected Jasmine as such, but he had ideas for her and
her mother outside The Club. The problem being Jasmine would never be an
achiever in academia, sport or art. �Another couple come to my mind as well.
Molly, dark hair, aged nine and Julie, eight. That makes six rejects. Other
than that, I think the other nine will fit in well.�
The afternoon
continued much as the morning had. They had saved the biggest, most exciting
ride until the end. It was called �The Big Drop�. It needed a head for heights
and a strong stomach, proven when Vicky and Vera were both sick on the grass
after they staggered away from the ride afterwards. Sam got vertigo, so had
stayed off that ride.
Sam observed
the group dynamics continuously, and was confident the selections had been
right. To him the ability of the girls to get on as a group was almost as
important as their physical and sexual beauty. He would leave an open mind, but
reckoned he�d got it right. Now� all he
had to do was persuade them all to drop their panties, spread their legs and
let him fuck them. Hmmm interesting!
As they took
the two hour bus ride drive back, Sam noticed the new girls were mingling with
the existing members. He was pleased about that, he really needed to get as
much feedback on them as possible. After about half an hour, almost everyone
had fallen asleep. It had been a long day. �It was going to be a long night as
well,� thought Sam.
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CHAPTER 55
Saturday
evening � The Riddle of Choice.
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When they got
back, it was already seven o�clock. Miss. P. sent all the girls to their rooms
to have a shower. She said that Sam was going to cook something special for
them all and as soon as they had eaten, they would continue the movie marathon
with number four in the wizardry series, Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire.
She told them they would find fresh underwear in the drawers in their rooms.
While he was cooking, she came into the kitchen and, sitting at the table,
poured herself a drink. She told him about the move.�
�There might
be a problem, Sam. We got Lucy�s mum out and all their stuff over to my place.
We were just finishing, and locking up her apartment, when a group of about six
boys came round. They were a tough looking bunch, Sam, I can tell you. They
threatened Lucy�s mum, Martha and frightened me and Ellie. Martha told me some
while back she�d challenged them when they�d come for Lucy. They�d beaten her
up and cut her up pretty badly. She�s really frightened of them. They wanted to
know who we were and where we were going. Well I didn�t tell them where, but
they knew which school Lucy is in, and said they would call round one day. They
said something about �no one leaves their gang without permission�.� She looked
at him with a worried smile. �Anyway, the important thing is they�re moved.�
�Don�t worry
Sylvia,� he smiled, stirring a sauce in the pan, �I�ll call round on Monday
evening and have a friendly chat, perhaps bang a few heads together. If there
were only six of them, I�ll try not to hurt them too much, you�ll see.� Sam
always reassured Sylvia at times like this. She knew he had killed three men
the weekend of the camp. He�d done it without a moment�s hesitation and made
each look accidental. She never thought of him as a murderer. On the contrary,
they�d deserved it, he was more like a protector. He was now going to face up
to the full gang and he clearly wasn�t worried in the least about a few punks.
Tonight, there
were, of course many more mouths to feed than usual, with the fifteen audition
girls as well as the twelve members, Sylvia had asked Ellie to join them as a
thank you for her help so they were thirty in all and had to squeeze round the
big table when the food was served.�
After they had
eaten, Sam stood, and there was an immediate hush of anticipation. �Tomorrow,
we are going to Waterworld for the morning.� There
was a buzz of excitement, as, like the adventure park, it was expensive, but
very popular for all the slides and water splashes they had there. �Miss. P.
has put a new swim suit in each of your rooms.� He didn�t add that these were
not indecent and wouldn�t get him arrested like the others might have done,
even though the gussets were still made of thin, white, unlined material, which
showed plenty when wet. �We will have lunch afterwards, then return here. The
weather is expected to be bad all day, so I have some indoor activities planned
for you.� He looked up and glanced around the room.
�I am about to
hand out some sheets of paper. On them is a riddle. Think of it as a treasure
hunt. I would like you each to read this now. Don�t try and solve it yet, we
will do that tomorrow. I just want you to start thinking it over. Tomorrow, I
will put you into teams. You can solve the riddle together. I hope you enjoy
doing it, it is meant as a little fun, and there are prizes too. Please do not
talk about the riddle to each other, or anyone outside this room.� Sam passed
the papers around the room. Each girl took one.
�
Sylvia took a
sheet herself, and read through it with Ellie. Neither had seen it before. It
was printed in copperplate. They were immediately intrigued.
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The Riddle of
Choice
The rhyme of
her prize, is sweet warm and sunny;
It�s bitter
sweet taste, is richer than honey.
Subtly think,
and consider at leisure;
Willingly
offered, in lies her real treasure.
The less she
displays, the more she will show,
No sartorial
frippery, I wish to know.
Endowment from
life�s vault, will provide,
Treasure and
answer, that�s sought deep inside.
And with this
in mind, a clue I will offer,
Plutus, the
Another old
Her days are
so long, much longer than thine.
Sun sets in
east, and rises in west,
To act just
like her, then you will be blest.
There�s no
moon at night, she shines more than all,
Be just like
her, if you hear the call.
The answers
are twofold, choose only one,
Take out the
years, a millennium sum.
So think very
carefully, your fortune depends,
On the way of
your answer, and the message it sends.
When the
solution�s to hand, as a person or team,
Keep it a
secret from others to glean.
Then you will
know on how to proceed,
But will it be
conferment, or will it be greed?
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Around the
room, many puzzled faces studied the verses. They knew there was a solution,
the trick was to tease it out.
�Now girls, as
I said, I just want you to read this now, not try to solve it. You will be in
teams tomorrow, you can solve it then. Over there,� he indicated the bookshelves,
�there are many reference books, thesauri, dictionaries, as well as the
internet, if you prefer over there,� his hand waved to the bank of computer
terminals on the long desk at the back. �Please don�t lose these sheets, I will
want them back afterwards. In the meantime, tonight, we will be playing the
next Harry Potter movie. I think first Miss. P. wants a word with you.�
Their faces
turned towards their favourite teacher, who stood and smiled at them. �Well
girls, I hope you all had a lovely day. I am sorry I couldn�t be with you, but
something important came up.� She unconsciously glanced at Lucy and smiled,
before continuing. �I would like all of you to again get ready for bed. When
you come back, you can have a drink and a cookie if you like and then we�ll
start the movie.�
Ellie made her
excuses, thanked them for the meal, kissed her daughters and left. Ten minutes
later, all the girls had got back. There were too many for a single line of
them on the floor. It was interesting how the four new members had already
bonded with the original members, Alice, Sarah, Lucy and Becky had joined them.
Perhaps female intuition.
As the movie
started, They all settled down into a comfortable group, relaxing as they had
last night. Quite soon nighties were riding up, exposing lots of flesh. Whereas
the audition girls were all wearing the Club underwear, which covered almost
nothing, Sally had seen to it that the second row didn�t wear any at all. The
new girls found this really naughty, but exciting. Sam could see each of them
had red looking pussies, probably from the thorough fucking they�d each enjoyed
the night before.
After about
half an hour, Sam passed his little camera down to Sally. She switched it on,
reached forward, and took several shots of the girl in front of her from about
two inches away. She then passed the camera to the next one along, and so every
audition girl had her pussy picture taken in macro. If Alice, Sarah, Lucy or
Becky had any lingering doubts about what The Club was really about, lying
spread out and naked from the waist down in front of of
Sam and Miss. P. and being handed a camera to photograph another girl�s pussy
up close, cleared up any such misunderstanding.
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CHAPTER 56
Making an art
form of molestation.
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The evening
passed much as the previous one, with the exception none of the girls were
taken out for a one to one session, as had happened the previous night.
After one more
Wizardry movie from Potter and friends, Miss.P.
called everyone for their nightcap and bed. Several had fallen asleep anyway on
the carpet, having had a long day and lots of nice food. This time, to make
sure they took the sleep draught, she made a game of it to �see who could drink
it down first�.
Ten minutes
later, Sam and Sylvia were in their room, naked and ready to go. �Who shall we
go for first?� asked Sam. �We can either do it by age, or go for the ones not
joining The Club, or even the ones who probably are. Any preference?� After a
moment of discussion, they decided they should concentrate on the ones probably
joining, who they hadn�t attended to yet.
�Alright,�
said Sylvia, let�s play with those four in order of age then. That would be,
Naomi, Daisy, Nancy and Suzy. Then if there is still time, start on the
others.�
They entered
the seven year old�s room, and flicked on the light. They both stood and
stared. Sam remembered her from camp. She was absolutely beautiful. To Sam she
had the face of an angel. One day she would break hearts aplenty. She had long
black hair, which shone like silk, spread like a huge fan shaped carpet beneath
her. Sam and Sylvia had her naked in a few seconds of well practiced movements
on her nightwear and panties. Her little body seemed to be dominated by her
mound, which towered over her flat tummy. She had a deep cleft splitting her
mound, somehow emphasising it�s prominence, as it merged down between her plump
labia, forming one of the most gorgeous vulvas he�d ever seen. She had a deep
dimple heralding a short slip of skin protruding from her slit, followed by a
shadow of a dip, concealing where her vagina was hiding. As they spread her
legs slowly apart, a beautiful vision of little girl pussy opened up before
them. She was simply gorgeous.
Like with
Rosie the previous night, they helped each other hold her open, keeping her
knees up either side of her head, and prising her little labia apart, while the
other got into her with their tongue, before swapping over. Finally, playing
their favourite game, Sam lay on the bed, and rolled the child on top of him,
this time with her face up. His cock was almost entirely encased in her bum
crack and pussy cleft. His crown standing just proud of her enormous mound.
Pre-cum was by
now pouring down his shaft, and into her cleft, and as he placed his palms
under her bottom and started to lift and drop her, she became completely coated
in the slippery slime, making her feel exquisite to him as his cock ran up and
down, pressed into her valley. Sam looked across to Sylvia, who was in a dream
world of her own. She was, of course, rubbing herself rapidly, as she watched
Sam�s cock sliding along the seven year old child�s cleft.
�Shall I go
and make a start on Daisy, while you take over here?� He smiled at her. �This
will take some cleaning up, she�s covered in it.�
�Don�t you
worry abut me, Sam. You go and enjoy yourself. I can look after myself, don�t
you worry. I�ll come and join you in about twenty minutes and see how you�re
getting on. See if you need any help. She�s in the next room, by-the-way.� She
smiled at him, while he disentangled himself from the beautiful little Jewish
girl.
Sam went next
door, carrying the trusty tripod and camera. He switched on the light, and
moved to the bed and pulled the covers off the child. As he removed her
nightwear, he remembered her from this afternoon. She hadn�t been to camp and
he had only occasionally seen her around the school. Daisy was a bright girl,
and although only seven, going on eight, was in the 2nd grade. He had noticed,
though that she was always smiling. She was pretty, a little chubby perhaps,
round faced, with the most attractive grey eyes. He had watched her being
pinched by Gill at the theme park. He could now see a small bruise on her arm.
He was impressed that she hadn�t reacted to that, and thought she would
probably be an excellent Club member. But she needed to pass one more test and
he was just about to undertake that.
He spread
eagled her on the bed, and using the camera hand held for a while recorded her
from every angle, before mounting it on the tripod again. As usual, he spent
several minutes pulling her labia apart, opening her vagina for him to press
his tongue as far into her as he could. For some reason, her anus tasted almost
sweet to him. More so than any other of the girls, and he had tasted quite a
few, now. Her smell too wasn�t unpleasant. It too had a sweetness about it.
After a while,
he knelt on the bed, and shuffled up between her thighs. He lifted her chubby
legs up and over his thighs, pulling her pussy down against his rampant cock.
Immediately her cleft was coated in pre-cum. He noticed her clit was quite
large for a seven year old. He spent a minute or two rubbing his cock against
it, watching it slowly engorge with the stimulus. He then pushed his crown down
to her vaginal entry, and prising her labia apart again with his thumbs, pushed
his cock against her. Her vulva bulged out as his cock pushed her cleft
outwards. He spent several minutes pressing and easing, pressing and easing.
This was just so erotic to him. He looked at her pretty face, and knew she was
going to join The Club, and he was going to enjoy fucking her many, many times
in the years to cum.
He was just thinking
of bringing things to a close, when Sylvia came into the room.
�How are you
getting on, Sam?� she asked, �Oh, nicely, I see.�
At that very
moment, Sam�s cockhead popped through her tight
little entry. It took both of them by surprise. Sam had never fucked a seven
year old before, but now knowing he could get into her, made him realise
anything was possible.
�Careful,
Sam,� said Sylvia, �we don�t want to cause problems we can�t explain away
tomorrow. Better pull out before you bust her cherry.�
Sam
reluctantly did as she suggested. He would have loved to have just shoved deep
into her, but time would one day allow that. And now wasn�t that time.
�Right, Sam,
you pop across the corridor to room nine. Nancy will be waiting for you. Go and
enjoy yourself, I�ll sort Daisy out.�
Sam entered
the next room, and having switched the light on and placed the tripod, he
pulled the covers off and undressed the eight year old in the well practiced
manner.�
He looked down
on the lovely blond haired girl. He remembered her from camp. He remembered
thinking at the time that she almost certainly not only had one of the most
beautiful, but also the tightest cunts he ever hoped to one day squeeze his
cock into. He recalled he couldn�t even get his little finger into her and
Sylvia had found the same problem.
This was the
case now. Try as he might, her vagina was not going to open at all.
Never-the-less, Sam enjoyed molesting her, licking her orifices, rubbing his
cock along her cleft, and even managed to pop his cockhead
through her sphincter, which opened up to him remarkably easily. He didn�t want
her sore in the morning, though, so pulled out quickly, leaving lots of pre-cum
for Sylvia to lick out in a few minutes time.
It was just
then that Sylvia came in. He reminded her that Nancy was the one who had a
pussy which wouldn�t open up despite his every effort.
Sylvia�s
caring side unexpectedly showed itself. �Yes I know, I�ve been thinking about
her since camp. There is a medical condition I learnt about some years ago, a
friend had it. It was called Vaginismus. It might not
be that, there are other similar conditions girls and women can get. It may be
any one of them. The symptoms are similar. Some they are born with, others are
caused by trauma, some psychological. I think she needs to go and see a p�diatric gyn�cologist. We need
to talk to her about it and find a way to broach the subject with her mum.� She
gave him a broad smile, glancing down at the naked girl, �Meanwhile, it looks
like I�ve got to clean up after you again. Make yourself useful, go and find
Suzy. She�s in room three.�
�There we go
again,� he grinned, putting on a squeaky voice, �nag, nag, nag. I�ve got to
clean up after you again, look what you�ve done to this little girly�s pussy. Look at the state you left this eight year
old in. What am I going to do with you. A woman�s work is never done.�
They both
laughed at the worn humour which helped bond them.
Sam entered
the next room, where Suzy slept. She was another very pretty girl. He knew her
from school, because she occasionally came and talked to him briefly when he
was on his break, sitting outside in the sun. Unbeknown to him, it had taken
her years to pluck the courage up to do that. She liked Sam, he had always been
nice to her. Their conversations had been simple and brief, but over time he
felt he had got to know her a little. She had long light brown hair. In fact
her hair was probably the longest in the school. It came almost down to her
knees.
Although she
was ten, going on eleven, she was a painfully shy girl. She simply couldn�t do
anything for herself without another girl or adult there to support her. Sam
understood, from her file, that her condition was caused by an overwhelming
lack of self esteem. He had looked it up, and understood her best course for a
cure was to become closely acquainted with a group of friends, with whom she
could form close trusting relationships and strong bonds. He couldn�t think of
a better place for her than The Club. He considered her situation a personal
challenge. Besides, he�d bet Ellie a beer she�d fit in.
He remembered,
as he removed her night clothes and panties, what he had found out on camp. Her
slit was the shortest and shallowest he had ever seen, as was her bald mound
small. In fact looking at her, she had almost no cleft at all. He climbed onto
the bed, and as he spread her legs, her knees up by her shoulders, he saw she
had the tiniest vulva as well, almost non existent. Perhaps she was so self
conscious of her pussy, it had made her the shy person she�d become. Holding
her knees back with his own, he recalled her vagina was as large as any other
girl of her age. Certainly she was a virgin, as her hymen attested, but being
so incredibly shy, he couldn�t imagine she would have had any relationships of
a sexual nature at all.
Shuffling
down, now holding her legs back with his hands, he found her almost flat� mound and vulva was so small, he could suck
in the whole of her pudenda into his mouth, her mound, clit and vulva, the lot.
He could run his tongue along her tiny sex without moving up or down at all.
But when he pressed his tongue to her vagina, she unexpectedly dilated. He
prised her labia, such as they were, further apart, and her passage opened
further, enough for his tongue to sink in as far as her hymen. Then he gave her
a long gentle suck. He didn�t want to give her a hicky,
although one day he would ask her if he could, but he did want to see what
would happen. At first, nothing occurred other than the pressure of her little
vulva against his lips and tongue increased. Then suddenly he could taste her.
It was a musky taste, not unlike the little girl arousal flavour he was so
familiar with, but with something else.
At first he
didn�t know what it was, then suddenly he realised, with his continued sucking,
her bladder let go, and he suddenly had a mouth full of her tangy, salty urine.
The flow halted as he stopped sucking. There was nothing for it but to swallow.
He was surprised when he realised it wasn�t unpleasant. In fact he found it
highly erotic. Sam had never been into water sports before, but this experience
suddenly awakened a new awareness deep inside him, which one day he would
explore. His birthday was coming up when they were in Paris, maybe he would ask
for something special for his birthday wish. He sucked on her again, and once
more his mouth was full of her pungent fluid. Again he swallowed and again he
sucked. He couldn�t believe how much he was enjoying this. Suddenly he realised
he�d emptied her. He�d sucked her dry.
After a few
minutes, Sam rolled her over onto her tummy. He spread her legs almost into a
splits position, and inspected her thoroughly again. She had a lovely small
bottom. Her little buttocks were firm to his touch. What he did notice though
was that, like her non existent cleft, her bum crack was shallow and short too.
As he gently opened up her valley he felt her with his fingers, her rosebud
opened up easily enough though. He placed two fingers each side, and pulled her
open and leaned forward to smell and taste her. She was exquisite.
Shuffling up
the bed, he positioned himself on hands and knees over her, and lowered his
cock into her bum crack, immediately finding her little anus with his crown. He
knelt up and lifting her hips up to meet him, he pulled her towards his rampant
cock. He pressed his end into her anal cavity and just held himself there,
applying steady pressure. Slowly, slowly, he felt her dilate. He didn�t force
things. He just waited to see what happened. His pre-cum was pouring from his
foreskin, so there was no lack of lubrication. Then he felt it, suddenly his
crown popped through her sphincter. He paused for a minute or two, allowing her
to dilate, as her body accepted his intrusion.
He knew she
was soon going to be a Club member, and he also knew soon she would do anything
he asked of her like all his girls. But Sam loved taking little girls when they
were unaware. And what better way than a little anal rape in a girl who was so
shy she blushed when you looked at her, let alone fucking her up the ass. He
was being as gentle as he could, as he didn�t want her to be sore tomorrow. He
had applied a little pressure, and it was with exquisite pleasure that he felt
his cock slowly ooze into her, sinking further and further into her bum,
sliding into the depths of her bowels, until his pubes brushed the gorgeous
globes of her little bottom. He held still again, just feeling the pressure of
her rectum squeezing his shaft along it�s whole length. He pulled back a
little, feeling her buttery passage slide, pulling his foreskin over his tip,
then pressed in again. Then he pulled back again, further this time, almost all
the way out, before pausing and gently sliding in again. Taking his time,
making sure he didn�t bruise or hurt her. This was just exquisite. Every now
and then, he paused just to feel the wonderful sensation of her clamped on him,
before continuing. He could make this last all night, if he chose. So he wasn�t
surprised he was still in full flow, when Sylvia came in, wiping her mouth.
�Looks like
you�re having a nice time Sam. How are you doing? She looks nice and tight for
you too.� Sylvia unclipped the camera from the tripod, and started to follow
Sam�s movements as he carefully thrust into the ten year old bum. Sam continued,
but gave Sylvia a commentary on what had happened, her small pudenda and bum
crack and how he�d managed to get the whole of it in his mouth, and even sucked
her dry. Sylvia for her part was struggling to hold the camera still with one
hand, while she masturbated herself with the other.
Sam had
thoroughly molested four girls tonight, and was getting blue balls. He needed
to cum, and soon. So it was with pleasure, that he felt the warning signs,
followed by the surge, as his semen suddenly shot up his shaft and deep into
the child. He didn�t thrust, he just held himself as deep into her as he could,
his pubis pressed to her bottom. He spurted and spurted into her. A glorious
sensation washing over him. It went on and on, pulse after pulse, until finally
he dropped into his favourite mini pulses at the end of his climax, which he
enjoyed so, so much. Finally he had finished, staying motionless for a full
minute, savouring her body one last time, he carefully pulled out, and lowered
her, face down, onto the bed. A little brown speckled semen leaked from her
anus, but was quickly scooped up by Sylvia�s tongue, after she had dumped the
camera onto the bedding and climbed between the child�s outstretched legs.
Sam used the
kid�s bathroom to wipe himself off with some toilet paper. As he came out
again, Sylvia was in full swing, her face buried in the girl�s bottom, a
slurping sound joining her own moans as she came for the umpteenth time that
night. She needed no interruption from him.
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CHAPTER 57
Looking in on
Emily, Jenny and Sally
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He walked down
the corridor, pulling his bathrobe on as he did. He went in to check on his two
daughters Jenny and Emily. They were both sound asleep. They�d had a long happy
day. He had had to go on many of the rides, holding their hands because they
didn�t want to let him out of their sight. Sally had offered to stay with them
for him tonight. She knew that Sam and Sylvia had a lot of work to do with the
auditions, but that the two orphans needed to sleep with someone for their
security and peace of mind. She�d offered to do it without a moment�s
hesitation, and was now asleep in between them. Sam carefully pulled the covers
off them, trying not to disturb them as they slept. He stood looking down, just
enjoying the picture of innocence. The three girls were all naked, of course,
their limbs inter-tangled in an embrace of young girl mutual comfort.
As Sam glanced
up, he could see Sally�s intensely deep blue eyes looking at him. She smiled,
and whispered �Did you want to come to bed Sam? I can make room if you do.�
He shook his
head. �No, Sally it�s OK thanks, I just wanted to check they�re alright. Thanks
for looking after them for me.�
�Sam,� she
replied, �after all the things you�ve done for me, it�s the least I could do
for you. While you�re here, would you like me to fuck you. It�s been a few days
since you and I last did it, and I�m beginning to miss it rather a lot.�
�Not just now,
thanks Sally, I really love it when you and I get together. Unfortunately, I
have a busy night, with lot�s to do. I need you to stay with these two tonight.
And I know Emily, if I start fucking you and she wakes, she�ll want her turn
too. Even Jenny is becoming demanding now.� He waved his hand at the two
sleeping children. He didn�t add he�d only just blasted up Suzy�s ass and
didn�t have it in him anyway. �But I have a special treat for you, as you are
my special girl, my head girl, you wait and see.�
�
She lifted
herself up, propping herself on her elbows. Her knees came up and apart,
showing him her pussy, as it bulged out from between her thighs, her sparse
covering of pubic hair sparkling silver in the light. �What�s that Sam, you got
to tell me now.�
�OK, I suppose
it won�t hurt for me to tell. Have you ever heard of the mile high club?� he
asked smiling, but immediately saw the puzzled look and shake of her head.
�Well, he continued, it�s not really a club as such, but everyone who claims to
be a member has to be able to say they fucked on a long distance flight, in
other words a mile high. The trick is to do it when the flight crew aren�t
looking. They get very cross when they catch people doing it, especially if one
was an eleven year old. Anyway, I thought as you are very special to me, you
might like to try it with me over the Atlantic. What do you say.�
She looked and
smiled up at him. She had a tear in one eye, which she wiped away with her
palm, trying not to cry. It wasn�t that he�d said he�d fuck her, nor do it in
this exciting way, but that he�d said she was very special to him. No one had
ever said that to her before. �Sam, do you know something?� she asked.
�What�s that
Sally?� he said, wondering why she had more tears in her eyes. Female emotions
always confused him.
�Sam I love
you,� she said, �I love you so much. I meant what I said yesterday, you saved
my life. That day downstairs, when they�d stripped me and threw my clothes in
the food bin, I was going to end it. You came out of that door just in time.
You entered my life that day, and I never want you to leave it. You are the
only person, other than my mum, who really tries her best, who has ever stood
up for me, looked out for me, my whole life. I mean it Sam, I love you. And
now, you have brought me here to this Club, to this family of friends and on
top of that, made me head girl.� She paused again and wiped away another tear,
but looked back at him again, a look of determination back on her face he
recognised when she really meant something, like the night she had been
inducted. She reached out, her hand slipped inside his bathrobe and grasped his
wet sticky cock. They looked into each other�s eyes for several seconds. It was
obvious where it had just been. She could even smell it. She gently squeezed
him. �I promise you, for the rest of my life, wherever I am, whatever I am
doing, if ever you need something, and I can give or do it, I will. That�s a
�cross my heart and hope to die promise�. Are you sure you don�t want me to
give you a nice fuck?� She pushed her knees apart again and raised her eyebrows
in invitation, and gave his flaccid, sticky cock another gentle squeeze. He
smiled and shook his head. He saw her need though, and sat on the edge of the
bed. He reached across and while they talked, he gently caressed her clit,
gradually bringing her to full arousal.
They chatted
for a few minutes about the audition girls and the selections they�d made. They
agreed they were the right ones.
Sam wanted to
speak to Sally about the Riddle, and now seemed like a good opportunity. He
could feel her arousal juices beginning to flow over his fingers. �Sally, I
need you to do something for me tomorrow. I�m going to be really busy, and need
your help. I�m going to make up three teams for the riddle. In one will be the
girls not joining The Club, except Jasmine.�
I need you to tell Vicky and Vera, who will be in that team what I need
them to do. They�re eleven, and those girls should listen to them. We�ll also
put some of our younger Club girls in it too. They need to make sure the
thinking in that team is as I want it to be. If they solved it, it would be
awkward. I don�t mind them winning the cash prize though.�
�Jasmine will
be in the team who already know they are joining The Club. That will be Team
Two. I will have a word with her and explain what�s happening. I am going to
make her an associate member of The Club. She�ll never get into college, but I
like her. I have an idea for her and her mum. I will look after them. It
doesn�t matter if that team solves it or not, they�re in The Club anyway. They
can also win the cash prize. I want you in the final team, Team Three, and I
want your team to solve the main answer. Rosie, Naomi, Daisy, Nancy and Suzy
are in it. It will look like a very young team, so I will put a few of our
girls in it including you and Lizzie, perhaps Sandy and Mandy, in that team as
well. Lizzie�s very good with verse. She�s named after Elizabeth Browning, the
famous poet. She takes after her mum, who reads poetry all the time. Now if you
really struggle to answer it, come and have a quiet word with me, but I hope
you will manage it without any help. I expect everyone to get the first answer,
as I said, it�s a cash prize. So those not joining will go home thinking they
won the jackpot. The� other prize
is��well, you work it out.� Sam, who�d been gently caressing her the whole time
they�d been talking, spent the next few minutes bringing Sally to a lovely
climax. He kissed her tenderly on her lips, pulled the covers up, wished her a
goodnight, switched off the light and left the room.
Sally lay for
a few minutes thinking how lucky she�d been to meet Sam, and how lucky these
two girls were, either side of her, to have him as their daddy. She wished and
fantasised that he was her daddy all the time. She reached down between her
thighs, feeling the warmth of his hands still there. She lifted her other hand
to her face. His semen now dry, on her palm. She sniffed. For some reason, she
could even tell it was Suzy�s bum he�d been in. How did she know that? She
loved him so much. She cast her mind back over the weeks and all the many times
he had fucked her and how wonderful it felt. She wondered if he would like to
do it up her bum. She caressed herself, knowing she was going to cum and cum
and cum in a few minutes. She reached over and pressed her fingers into Jenny�s
crotch and the instant she did, her orgasm washed over her like a wave on the
beach. Oh, how she loved him, her Daddy.
Sam spent the
next couple of hours going through the other rooms, the ones with the girls in
who wouldn�t be joining The Club. He knew he wasn�t up to another orgasm for a
while, so he busied himself inspecting, photographing, feeling, manipulating,
licking, smelling, rubbing his cock along their bum cracks and clefts, and
generally molesting them in every way he could.
He was sorry
some of them wouldn�t be joining, because some of their bodies, as he already
knew were just stunning, but he�d got enough new recruits now. Molly Williams
surprised him though. Although she was only ten, she had an almost full bush of
pubic hair on her, and boobs the size of half lemons. She was obviously an
early developer. For that reason alone, she wouldn�t be joining. He knew from
what he�d observed at the theme park the day before that they wouldn�t fit in,
but as Ellie had joked, he wanted to see how many he could fit into.
The last room
he entered was Jasmine�s. Sam never hesitated. By now he was feeling arousal
surging through him once more. It was at least a couple of hours since he�d
buggered Suzy. He dropped the robe on the floor, pulled back the covers and
climbed in. He smiled to himself when he realised she had stripped off. She
clearly preferred to sleep naked. Without a moment�s pause, he rolled her onto
her side, lifted her leg over his, and swung her up, face down on his chest,
her little eight year old legs falling either side of him. Knowing her body
from before, he knew she could take him without any foreplay, and that�s just
what he needed now. Reaching down, Sam brought his cock up to her cleft, and
found her entry and pressed his cockhead into it.
Then moving his fingers to her labia, and prising them apart, he simply pushed
into her, and kept going, all the way in, six and a half inches, nudging her
end deep inside. Sam suddenly felt tiredness overwhelming him. He glanced at
his watch, four in the morning. He smiled. He knew she was going nowhere. He
could finish this later. He reached across and switched the light out and
drifted off into his deep but short sleep.
He awoke at
dawn, as was usual. Jasmine was still lying on his front, he was fully inside
her. As he slowly came to, his erect cock became thicker and harder, stretching
her vagina. He placed his hands on her hips, and lifted the little black girl
up, pulling her off his cock a couple of inches, and dropped her down, his
crown nudging her cervix again. Again he lifted and dropped her, a little more
this time. After about half a dozen cycles, he was moving the full six and a
half inches, his cock popping out, but pushing immediately back in, in, all the
way, bumping her end again.
Sam was just
thinking he was going to cum before long, as he heard a deep sigh from the
child, as his stimulation on her body started to wake her up. Clearly the knock
out drops were wearing off. She snorted, moved her head and through little slit
eyes, looked up at him, recognising him and smiled.
�Hello Mr.
Sam, you �a� fuckin� me? You�s
feel rilly nice in me Sam. Do it harder? I wanna cum, ain�t done it for a while.�
Sam kept his
motions going as before, and heard the girl start to breath a little heavier,
and then a clamping sensation along the length of his cock, followed by a moan
and a hissing sound, as she started to climax. Sam was right with her, and
quickly exploded into her, his pulses giving him exquisite pleasure.
Afterwards, as
they both settled, Jasmine still lying on him, his cock still deep inside her,
he asked her a question. �Jasmine do you think you will ever go to college? Do
you think it�s what you want to do?�
She lifted her
head, looking at him, before lowering it again and said, �no Mr. Sam, I not
clever �nough. I know I�m not good �nough to join your Club. My mama says I can work wiv her when I leave school, why d�ya
ask?�
�Well, I agree
I don�t think you can join The Club, Jasmine, you�ve got to be able to get to
college for that,� he said, �but I think I can help your mama and you in
another way.�
Her interest
was roused. She pressed her palms to his chest and lifted herself a little,
looking him in the eye. �What you mean, Mr. Sam?�
�Well,� he
replied, �I�ll talk to your mama about it, but if you let me fuck you when I
want, and do other stuff with you, I will give your mama a nice job and money,
and let you join the girls in The Club when they do stuff here and go on trips.
What do you think? One more thing, Jasmine, my name�s Sam, just Sam, OK?�
Jasmine smiled
that magnetic smile of hers that Sam loved so much. She cuddled into his chest,
and wriggled her bottom, so her vagina caressed his cock, sending wonderful
sensations along it�s whole length.
�Thanks Sam,
it�s a deal.� She sat upright, lifting her feet up, and placing them either
side of his hips. �Shake.�
He smiled at
her, bringing his hand up to grasp and shake her little fist. She then did
something he�d never experienced before. Still sitting astride him, she closed
her eyes, and started to clench and release her pussy muscles. But she did it
in a way that felt like she was using a fist tighly
wrapping his cock, and moving it up and down, quite slowly. It was unlike
anything he�d ever felt before. It was just stunning. He�d only cum in her a
short while ago, and suddenly he knew he was going to cum again any time, and
did.
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CHAPTER 58
Waterworld
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Sunday
morning, there were bleary eyes again, but the smell of bacon being cooked for
breakfast, the promise of another fantastic day and some help got those drugged
the night before dressed and ready well before the bus arrived. The only cloud
hanging over them was literally that. The weather had turned and it looked like
they were in for a couple of days of wind and rain. It wasn�t raining yet, as
they drove along the highway, but it would arrive soon. Sam was glad they�d
gone to Ridge Falls the previous day.
The water park
was very popular with the girls. There were several� flumes, large and small to suit all ages.
There were many slides, wave machines and an area called �The Turbopool�, which was a circular area with big water jets
angled under water pushing the water in a vortex, so as the swimmer passed
them, they were blasted by jets like a giant Jacuzzi. When Sam got out, he felt
he�d been through a car wash. He tingled all over.
There was even
an underwater section, which had a �Bubble Zone�, like an underwater glass
dome, filled with air, which they could swim down and into. Once in, there were
seats and even a little table. The air pocket was continuously replenished by
bubbles of air rising from tiny holes in the floor, so the surface of the water
inside the dome fizzed like a sparkling drink. Once inside, they could look up
through the acrylic dome they were in and observe the other swimmers above
them. Sam was happy to sit for a few minutes watching them. He was getting
ideas for the pool back at school!
One of the
most popular rides was one which was entered through a lift, which took them up
about a hundred feet. At the top, they were given a soft plastic ring, similar
in design to a car inner tube, to sit in and then went down a slide, which went
round and round some very tight turns, then over a series of bumps, drops, and
rises, before finally sending them out into a pool at the bottom. The squeals
of delight almost pierced Sam�s eardrums. Sylvia seemed to be squealing just as
much as the rest of them.
Looking
around, Sam saw other visitors having just as good a time as his girls. He
couldn�t help laughing when one large, well developed girl of about fourteen,
coming down the long chute of one ride, hit the pool below at a funny angle,
and lost her bikini top. Her younger brother was pointing and laughing, her
mother tried to cover her, and her father just stared wistfully. Sam knew how
he felt.
Sam, swimming
around the large pool found an exit, which was in fact a series of tunnels and
grottos with water pouring along them, forming a river effect. Once in, the
swimmer couldn�t go against it, you had to go with the flow. He� kept feeling little hands exploring his
costume. Every time he turned to see who it was, all he got were several
�innocent-on-purpose� grins. What puzzled him though was two of the girls in
the group he�d never seen before. He whispered to Lizzie, who was there, to ask
her what was going on.
�Don�t worry
Sam,� she smiled, �they�re friends of mine from near where I live, we all know
them. They go to another school. Do you want me to find out if they groped you
just now?�
He nodded. A
few moments later, he saw Lizzie whispering to the two girls, both of whom he
guessed to be about twelve, or thirteen. They were giggling, and blushing, as
they stole glances at him. They were forming lots of bumps and curves in all
the right places. He could just make out a dark shadow in the crotch of the
white swimsuit of one of them. Sam realised though they were right at the edge
of the age group which interested him as they neared womanhood.� Lizzie came back and told him it was them, and
they were sorry if he minded. If he didn�t, he could go round the Tunnel Course
again with them. �We�ll come too Sam, and cover for you if you like,� she
offered, grinning at him.
Sam looked
around. No one seemed to be taking any notice of the group, so he pushed away
from the side and entered the long tunnel again, immediately surrounded by a
wall of girls. The two in question came either side of him, but shielded from
view by Choices girls. Without hesitation, they each pushed a hand inside the
top of Sam�s spandex swimming costume. He took that as his lead, to place a
hand on each of their bums. They smiled to each other, and he felt their hands
slide down further inside, finding his rampant cock ready for their groping
hands. Not being slow on the uptake, Sam slid his hands under the elastic of
both their leg bands and over their full, smooth bum cheeks. Not getting a
negative reaction, he pushed his fingers down into their cracks, across their
rosebuds, getting a slight squeak and clench of their buttocks from each as he
did, and on down under, between their thighs and cupped their vulvas from
behind, feeling their newly curled, thick pubic hair against his hand. He felt
their clefts open and close as they moved their legs around, and quickly pushed
his fingers on to their clits, already poking out, hard, aroused. He diddled
them both for a while, then he curled his fingers back and found their clefts
easily parted as they moved their legs in the motions of the water current. His
fingers slipped back further, finding the entry to their vaginas. One was
slightly tighter than the other, as his fingers pressed home. Inside, they were
both slick with their arousal. He quickly found that neither had hymens, as his
fingers penetrated, slipping deeper into them, passed his first then second
knuckles. Then for a short while, he pistoned his fingers in and out of them.
They were getting near their climaxes, as was he. They felt fabulous inside
their passages, but they didn�t come close to comparison with his age of
choice, his Choice girls. No, preteens were definitely his thing.
While all this
had been going on, they had both started a rubbing motion on his cock,
squeezing, wanking and showing their obvious experience by the movement of
their fingers over his crown, pulling and pushing his foreskin, and rubbing
that sensitive part underneath.
Sam knew this
couldn�t continue for long. They were almost through the end of the tunnel
anyway, and as they exited, they all swam in different directions as though
nothing had happened. Sam was on a high about which he could do nothing. He was
certain the two girls must have been too. He never saw them again. He never
even knew their names.
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CHAPTER 59
Wet afternoon,
playing games and solving a riddle.
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While they had
been in the Waterworld indoor complex, the heavens
had opened, and the rain poured down. It had been a relatively dry summer so
far and this much needed rain soaked the fields in the farmland areas they
drove through.
About half way
back, they stopped for a meal. Because Sam wasn�t sure how the evening would
pan out, he decided they would make lunch the main meal of the day and have a
snack later. Sam knew of a mom & pops place he�d used before. He called
ahead and they kept a separate room for them as there were so many of them. The
bus driver parked as close to the door as he could, so they could all sprint to
the entrance without getting too wet. The food was great, and they all ate
their fill.
By the time
they got home, it had become a real frog-drowner.� The school yard was flooded, so the girls all
took off their shoes and socks and ran for the entry steps, still getting wet
on the way. No one minded though, they�d had a great time with Sam this
weekend, and the promise of more to come.
Once they were
inside, and dried off and changed, they migrated to the games room. Miss.P. hadn�t expected to kit the girls out with extra clothing,
but as all of them were damp, she went to the Club store room and found a pile
of the pale blue Terry shorts they�d used on camp and some T-shirts, also all
in Club colours. The problem was the T-shirts were far too large. They had
never been issued, because they were in adult sizes not childrens�. When they�d
been ordered, the supplier got it wrong. They put them on anyway. Soon, all the
girls congregated in the games room.
Every game
ever invented seemed to be in there. Vera and Vicky, knowing Sam�s tastes,
pulled out a large box containing six smaller ones which were passed round.
Vicky announced they would have a Twister championship. The boxes were all
opened, and the game mats with their multi coloured spots printed on them, laid
out on the carpet. A quick discussion of who played together took place, and
the games started. Within minutes each mat had a tangle of arms and legs. All
the girls seemed to be bent double, their bums in the air, covered partially by
Sam�s favourite thin, tight, Terry shorts. The T-shirts proved to be something
of a problem, because as they played, every time they bent over, the large
garments simply slipped down their chests and covered their heads, so they
couldn�t see what they were doing. By general agreement, they just took them
off and played without them. Sam thoroughly enjoyed comparing all the girls�
titties. The one which struck him most, of course, was Molly Williams, with her
quite developed chest. But she was so involved in trying to win the game, she didn�t
seem to be aware of her own nakedness. She probably remembered he�d seen her
naked on camp anyway.
�
After an hour
or so of various games, both traditional, like Twister, and digital, on the
bank of computers and Xbox and Nintendo terminals, Sam decided to call it a
day. The girls pulled their T-shirts back on, and sat in a big circle, as he
called them to order.
�Now girls,�
he said, �we come to a really interesting part of the auditions weekend. I am
now going to put you into teams. There will be five audition girls in each
team. I will try and even up the average age by putting some Club members with
you as well. There are some really nice prizes for you to win, so please try
your best. When your team has got the answer, please don�t talk to any other
team. Let them solve it for themselves. Then, afterwards, I will want each of
you to come and see me and Miss.P., either one at a
time, or as a team, if you prefer, and give me your answer, and claim your
prize, which is hidden in the clues. Now, in a minute, go off to your rooms,
collect your riddle sheets, then go to one of the bedrooms with the rest of
your team. You can use the reference books, as I told you yesterday, as well as
the internet.�
�Now the teams
are: Team 1; Julia and Heather Atkins, Gill Evans, Julie smith and Molly
Williams. As I mentioned I will include four Club girls to join each team as
well. Let�s see, Vicky and Vera, could you join this team as well?� Sam tried
to make it sound casual, as he had already spoken at length to his two
co-conspirators. �And Karen and Amber. That should make a good group.�
�Team 2,�� Sam continued, �Jasmine Brown, Alice
Gonzales, Sarah Simms, Lucy Becket and Becky Green. With you will be Sophie,
Jenny, Emily and Hannah.� Sam had briefed Hannah as he had Sally and Vicky and
Vera.
�And finally,
team 3; Naomi Goldstein, Daisy Shaw, Nancy Gregson, Rosie Romero and Suzy
White. As that�s such a young group, we�ll add Elizabeth Browning and Sally
together with Sandy and Mandy from The Club. Alright girls, off you go with
your teams, and good luck to you all. I will come round to each team and see
how you are getting on from time to time. Remember this is not a competition
nor is it a race. No points will be awarded to the first to finish. Everyone
can win. Take as long as you want. You can have a break for drinks and
something to eat whenever you want. There will be lots of snacks in the
kitchen. Just help yourselves.
The teams all
disappeared to their rooms, collected the Riddle of Choice papers, and found a
room each to congregate in.
Sam knew there
would be a pause now, while� each of
the� teams read and tried to digest and
then crack the riddle. He made some coffee, while Sylvia sat and read the
riddle through a few times herself. She was intrigued.
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The Riddle of
Choice
The rhyme of
her prize, is sweet warm and sunny;
It�s bitter
sweet taste, is richer than honey.
Subtly think,
and consider at leisure;
Willingly
offered, in lies her real treasure.
The less she displays,
the more she will show,
No sartorial
frippery, I wish to know.
Endowment from
life�s vault, will provide,
Treasure and
answer, that�s sought deep inside.
And with this
in mind, a clue I will offer,
Plutus, the
Another old
Her days are
so long, much longer than thine.
Sun sets in
east, and rises in west,
To act just
like her, then you will be blest.
There�s no
moon at night, she shines more than all,
Be just like
her, if you hear the call.
The answers
are twofold, choose only one,
Take out the
years, a millennium sum.
So think very
carefully, your fortune depends,
On the way of
your answer, and the message it sends.
When the
solution�s to hand, as a person or team,
Keep it a
secret from others to glean.
Then you will
know on how to proceed,
But will it be
conferment, or will it be greed?
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�This is
really interesting Sam. How did you know how to put together a riddle like
this? I wouldn�t have known where to start.�
�When I was in
the army,� he replied, �I had two close friends.
�You never
fail to surprise me Sam,� she said, looking over the rim of her coffee cup. �So
come on, let on, give me a clue on this riddle, it�s bugging me already.�
�You work it
out for yourself,� he grinned, �OK one clue then: She�s a heavenly maid, She�s
made in heaven. That�s it, that�s your clue.�
�Oh, Sam, you
horrible man,� she pulled a face at him and stuck her tongue out. You�re
tormenting me. That just makes it worse.�
�He grinned at her as he got up to leave the
room to see how the teams were getting on. It had been a couple of hours since
they�d started trying to solve the riddle.
The first room
he went into was Team One. There was an argument going on about something. It
confirmed his views about the group. In the corner were sitting Vicky, Vera,
Karen and Amber, talking quietly together. Their views were obviously not being
sought. In fact, they were playing some board game together. He turned his back
on the others and gave them a big smile and wink. They all grinned at him.
Karen, who was sitting leaning against the wall with her knees up, pulled the
leg elastic of her Terry shorts to one side and flashed him a view of her pussy
for a couple of seconds. He grinned back at her. Things were going exactly as
he�d hoped with Team One, so he left them to it.
�
The next room
he went into was Team Two. Here the atmosphere was completely different.
Firstly all nine girls were sitting in a big circle on the floor, leaning
inwards, conferring. The way they were all sitting, cross legged, had pulled
the one inch wide gusset of the blue Terry shorts tightly into their pussies,
making their vulvas bulge out at the sides. Sam had to leave, before his
growing erection became too obvious.
�How are you
getting on girls?� he asked, leaning over the circle, looking down at them and
the piles of notes and several reference books, scattered on the floor. �Making
progress?��
Alice looked
up smiling at him, her dark hair swept behind her ears, her green eyes sparkling.
�Well we think there�s two answers. We got the answer to one, but we�re working
on the other.� She handed him a piece of paper. On it was written:
----------------------------------------------------
The answers
are twofold, choose only one,
Take out the
years, a millennium sum.
Millennium
means one thousand years, so take out the years leaves one thousand.
The rhyme of
her prize, is sweet warm and sunny;
It�s bitter
sweet taste, is richer than honey.
Money rhymes
with sunny and honey.
Plutus, the
He was the
----------------------------------------------------
Sam handed the
piece of paper back to her and smiled. �As you know, I can�t confirm or deny
whether you have it right, it wouldn�t be fair on the other teams. But what I
will say is, well done for your efforts so far.� Her smile was so bright, he
had more or less told her she was right. He was really impressed how quickly
this team had cracked the first part. With Becky in this team and Hannah as a
guide, they might even crack the second answer. He was proud they were going to
join The Club. Compared to the team in the other room, they were streaks ahead.
He left them
to their riddle, and went on to see how Team Three were doing.
The atmosphere
in this room, was again different from the first team. Like Team Two, they were
getting stuck in with papers and books scattered about the floor. The average
age of the audition girls here was very low, and apart from Suzy who was ten,
the others were all seven and eight. So Sandy, Mandy, Lizzie and Sally were
leading the way for them.
Sally got up
and took Sam to one side. �We�ve cracked the cash prize,� she said quietly,
�like you said. A thousand bucks, right?� He nodded at her.
�We�re working
on the main answer though and think we�re on to something. Each verse is being
worked on by a different girl, looking up words and phrases, trying to find
links. They�re a nice group of girls these Sam, They�ll be good members. Suzy�s
a bit shy though isn�t she?� He nodded.
�Anyway where
we�ve got so far is this. Plutus�s mother, Demeter,
right?� He nodded again. �She was one of the
�Sally,� Sam
said, looking at her in confidence. �when you crack it, you are going to need
to think how Suzy presents her answer to me and Miss.P.
I will tell you now, when the time comes, and the answers are presented, they
have to remove all their clothes. I�m wondering if she�ll do it. Could you give
it some thought please? I do want her as a member, but her shyness is something
we, as a club, must overcome for her.� She nodded thoughtfully, and went back
to join the others.
Sam went back
to see how Sylvia was getting on. �How are you doing, darling?�
�You bastard,�
she quipped without malice, �you�ve tied me up in knots with this bloody riddle
of yours. But I am getting somewhere. First prize is a thousand bucks right.�
She saw his nod. �Good, now this �heavens� thing. It�s stars isn�t it?� His
expression gave nothing away. �Right, I�m assuming it is. I�ll work on that
then. You bugger off, now like a good boy, and let me get on with this.�
Sam returned
to the first room. The atmosphere was much as he�d left it, chilled. The
audition girls still arguing over false leads and misconceptions, while the
four Club girls, Vicky, Vera, Karen and Amber were playing a game of Monopoly.
The two groups ignoring each other. Sam waved Vicky to come out. Outside the
door she told him that the five girls just couldn�t agree on anything. They
seemed to think there was a cash prize of a thousand Dollars as a prize, but
beyond that they weren�t making any progress. In fact, three of them had said a
thousand bucks was a great prize, so why look any further and the other two
were the youngest and had lost interest hours ago. Her explanation pleased him,
and he told her so.
Going back to
Team Two, Sam was again surprised. It sounded like they were on the point of
solving the main answer. Hannah and Alice were asking different girls to look
up different things about Venus. �
�Sarah and
Lucy,� said Alice, �you look up everything you can about the planet. Jasmine
and Emily, see what you can find out about the
�Sophie and
Jenny,� said Hannah, �could you help me go through a verse each we haven�t
pulled apart yet. Find meanings we haven�t found.�
Sam didn�t
need to hear any more, he knew they were almost there. He quietly left them to
it and went on to see Team Three.
Again, he
found they had made great progress. Far more so than he had expected. Here,
Sally had split them into pairs, she asked Lizzie to work with Suzy, Sandy with
Naomi, Mandy with Daisy, and Nancy with Rosie. Each were looking things up
about Venus.
�It says
here,� said Mandy that Venus is the brightest in the sky, the second planet
from the sun, it rotates the other way, so the sun rises in the west and sets
in the east, It�s day is 243 earth days and it is the only planet with no
moons. All that�s in the riddle!
�Right,� added
Sandy, �so it�s definitely Venus. Here�s something else. Venus was the
�I got
something else,� Lizzie chipped in, �There�s a thread running through the poem
look. We know there�s two answers right? Well one of them is all about money
and what you will receive, OK?� They all nodded, intrigued in what she was
going to say. �Well the other is all about giving.� There were many puzzled
looks. �Let me show you,� she continued, �First verse says �Willingly offered,
in lies her real treasure�. She has to offer it. It�s her treasure to give,
see? And the last line says, �conferment�, that�s giving too, but I think it
has a double, even triple meaning there, who gives what to whom. Then you�ve
got the bit, second verse we solved before, it�s in her womb, deep inside see?�
Still they shook their heads, not understanding.
�OK, bear with
me on this,� she said in a serious tone, �We�ve got Demeter and Venus, both
Suzy looked
up, totally absorbed in the riddle, her shyness forgotten in this moment of
triumph. �Ah, it could mean several things according to the dictionary and
Google, like don�t over dress, or this one says don�t put on flamboyant
clothing. That kind of stuff.�
�It could mean
something else,� cut in Sally, �It could mean get naked. Think about it, what
did Venus do when she did her stuff, wear her best clothes? No, she got naked.
All her statues are like that in those pictures you looked up. And the other
bit says the same, �The less she displays, the more she will show. The less
clothes she has on, in other words, the more naked she gets.�
�Yeah,� said
Suzy, �that�s what it means.� She was getting quite excited now. Sally was
watching her closely.
�OK,� cut in
Lizzie again, �that fits perfectly. Keep all of that in mind, �coz were almost
there. Back to verse one. Remember, she�s naked, and there�s the womb she has
to �willingly offer�. Right what rhymes with prize? Anyone, �. I know.� She
looked around, shaking of heads. �Thighs! In this context, it has to be thighs.
Then the last bit is in the first two lines. Shall I spell it out?� They
agreed. She was miles ahead of them now.
�Right here�s
the solution. The girl in the riddle, gets naked, then she does two things. She
goes to her lover, like Venus would have done in olden times. First, she lies
down spreads her thighs, which rhymes with prize and then she willingly lets
him lick her out. To him, her �bitter sweet taste, is richer than honey�. Get
it?� They were nodding now.
�Yes,� said
Suzy, very excited and quite carried away now. That�s right, and I think I�ve
worked out the last bit, she willing gives him her womb as well. They make
love, like Venus, they have sex. That�s it, that�s the solution.�
�Not quite,�
cut in Lizzie again, �who is this girl? Who is she.�
�She�s Venus,
of course,� replied Suzy, �who else?�
�Anyone know?
Anyone got it?� Asked Lizzie, looking around. She avoided Sally�s gaze, she
knew she did. She wanted the audition girls to solve this, and Suzy if
possible. �Look at the last two verses, in particular. It says �so think very
carefully, your fortune depends, On the way of your answer, and the message it
sends.� It doesn�t say Venus�s answer does it? Then in the last two lines it
says. �Then you (not Venus) will know on how to proceed, but will it be
conferment, or will it be greed?� Greed we already know refers to taking money.
Conferment is giving. The way it�s worded is for you to give. But it could mean
being awarded something. Anyone there yet?�
Suzy clicked
her fingers. �I got it.� She smiled triumphantly. �It�s us, isn�t it? That�s
the solution.� Suzy might have been shy, but she wasn�t stupid. In fact she was
very intelligent. She looked over to where Sam had been standing, but he�d left
quite a while ago, when he realised they�d got it. �To have Club membership
conferred,� continued Suzy, �we have to go to Sam. We have to strip naked for
him, willingly. Then we have to lie down and let him lick our pussies out.�
�Well done,�
said Sally with a big smile patting Suzy on the shoulder, �I think you solved
it.�� She glanced at Lizzie and winked at
her, before continuing. �Is there anything else you may have to do?� She
realised Suzy was so involved in the drama, the consequences had quite escaped
her. �Oh yes,� replied Suzy, �We�d have to let Sam fuck us."
�And would
you, Suzy,� returned Sally �would you let Sam fuck you if you could join The
Club?�
Suzy was
brought up short. Suddenly she was at a crossroads in her life, and she knew
it. She stared blankly ahead, a challenge fighting itself inside her head.
�Would he want
to Sally?� asked Suzy, �I�m nothing. None of the boys ever want me. I�m ugly,
and my pussy is almost not there it�s so small, I�ve got a tiny clit and a hole
and that�s it, nothing else. I haven�t got a slit like other girls. He wouldn�t
want me. You�re so beautiful why would he want me when you�re here?�
The whole
group was listening very carefully to what was being said.
�If Sam didn�t
like you,� continued Sally, �you wouldn�t be here at all. Didn�t you run around
naked at camp with everyone else there?� She nodded, blushing, as she
remembered. Sam had been the only man to ever see her naked. �Well he�s already
seen you. He must think you�re pretty. This is the whole point of The Club,
Suzy,� continued Sally, �we all look after each other. You must remember how I
was bullied by Verity. Sam saved me from that. He will help you too. It�s all
for one and one for all. Would you be willing to try if I came with you when he
did it to you?�
Suzy smiled.
She felt like a weight had just lifted off her shoulder. She realised Sam must
like her, she remembered he had looked at her at camp. He�d looked at her and
smiled. But not just that, he hadn�t ogled her, his eyes had caressed her,
she�d enjoyed it. She remembered now. �Would you do that for me Sally? Would
you? I will try if you are there with me, yes. You promise me you�ll be there.�
Sally smiled and nodded.
There was a
sniff from the corner. Sally looked across and saw that Nancy was crying.
�What�s the matter, Nancy? Are you alright?�
Nancy looked
up at Sally�s kind face and shook her little head, her long blond hair swinging
around her shoulders. �No, Sally, Sam won�t be able to fuck me. I�ve got
something wrong with me, you know, down there.� She indicated between her
thighs. She pulled the light blue Terry material of her shorts aside, and
pointed to her eight year old vagina. She put fingers either side and tried to
pry it open, but it wouldn�t. It remained absolutely clamped shut. She pulled
her hands away and the Terry cloth snapped back into place, covering her.
�Mum says I�ve
got a problem. She says my pussy will never open.� Nancy continued, �Something
to do with me having an accident when I was five. The doctor said I have to go
and see a specialist. They said it would cost a lot. Mum doesn�t have any money
and never had insurance. She said I would have to live with it. She said I
would never be able to have babies.� Nancy put her face into her hands and
cried. Her sobs wrenched the hearts of all the girls there.
�Nancy,� Sally
said, in a tone that brought every girls attention to what she had to say, �I�m
head girl here, and I know that Sam won�t mind me telling you that if each of
you do what the Riddle demands of you, you will be in The Club. Understand?�
She looked around. They all nodded, listening carefully. �You don�t have to
fuck Sam yet, not until you�re ready and really want to and that applies to all
of you. You�ll know in your heart, when the time comes, and want to be
inducted, that will come later. But I can tell you this,� she looked around
them with a smile on her face, �After you�ve done it with him the first time,
you�ll want to do it again and again. Isn�t that right Lizzie?� Lizzie smiled
and nodded. �OK? But Nancy, what I can promise you is this, if you ever need
anything, anything at all, and you are a member of The Club, Sam will pay for
it. For you right now that means the specialist, if you need one, so you can
get your pussy fixed. Would you like me to have a word with Miss.P.?
She�ll speak to Sam, and it will be sorted out. That�s a promise.� The little
girl looked so relieved as she nodded at Sally. As long as she could remember
she�d worried about this.
�But to get
all this, you have to join The Club. So a show of hands for three questions.
First, who wants to join The Club?� Every hand went up.
�Good, now,
who is willing to take all their clothes off in front of Sam, let him really
look at you, touch you anywhere he wants and then let him lick their pussy?�
Again all five hands were raised.
�When the time
is right, who�ll let Sam fuck them?� Five little hands waved in the air,
followed by loud cheering, indicating to Sam and Sylvia, in the Common Room
down the hall, that one of the teams had at last completed the Riddle of
Choice.
�
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CHAPTER 60
Sorting the
wheat from the chaff.
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Sam looked at
his watch. The three teams had all come out of their conclaves and had a bite
to eat. It was early evening, they had been at it for four hours. Sally had
taken the opportunity when Sam was in the kitchen to explain to him about how
Suzy felt ashamed because her slit and mound were so tiny. All of her shyness
had derived from that. It would seem she was willing to shrug off her shyness
if Sally accompanied her, and how Nancy was so embarrassed about her pussy.
Sally was surprised when she realised Sam knew all about both Suzy�s and
Nancy�s conditions, but then nothing truly surprised Sally about Sam any
more.�
As instructed,
none of the candidates talked about the riddle to anyone else. They all looked
pleased with themselves though.
After they had
eaten. Sam stood �Well I understand each team has got an answer. Is that
right?� There were nods all around the room. �Well done, congratulations. What
I am going to do now is go into the games room with Miss.P.,
then I want each of you to come in one at a time, or as a team, to claim their
prize. As you all now know, there were two answers, and� one answer will take longer to give than the
other, so some of you will be in there longer than others. Oh, and when you
come in, could you bring the riddle sheets with you, I need those back. We�ll
start with Team One then, that�s Julia, Heather, Gill, Julie and Molly. You
decide who comes in first.�
Sam, carrying
a briefcase, followed by Sylvia went into the games room, and almost
immediately on their heels was Heather Atkins, who slammed the door behind her.
Without any preamble, she just said �I got the answer, it�s a thousand bucks,
right. Can I have it now?� She held out her hand. Sam was a little taken aback
by the effrontery of the girl, but handed her an envelope from the briefcase,
containing the cash she�d won.
�Do you know
what the prize was for the other answer to the riddle Heather?�
�I�m not
really interested,� she sniffed, as if unblocking her nose, �we worked hard at
it all afternoon, got an answer, so that�s it. What was it anyway?
�The other
prize was membership to The Club.� He watched as rea
�Now, before
you go, could you let me have the printed sheet with the riddle on it, then I
want you to go down to your room, perhaps watch TV, while I see the other
members of your team. I would rather tell them the news myself, than it coming
from you. Well done on winning all that money, what do you want to spend it
on?�
The girl�s
face brightened at the thought that she did at least have some money to spend
for the first time in her life. She handed Sam the sheet with the riddle on it.
He certainly didn�t want someone getting hold of it and working out what it
meant. The rest of Team One came in, one at a time and the presentations went
in a similar way. Some were pleased, others less so.
Team Two
started to troop in next, starting with Alice. This conversation went
completely differently than the others. First of all it was friendly, relaxed
and Sam felt a warmth he hadn�t found in any of the others. His confidence in
the selections certainly increased.
�Well, Alice,�
he said, glancing across at Miss.P., �as you know, we
already told you that you were in The Club. So for you and your team, the
riddle was just a bit of fun. How did you get on?�
�Well,� she
replied, �we did really well, we got the answer to the first part fast enough,
the thousand Dollars. Then we started really well afterwards. We knew it was
about Venus, and who she was, and all that, but somehow, then, we couldn�t pull
it together. All we knew is it was about sex and fertility. Were we a mile off
Sam?�
�You are
right, Alice. You were very close, and yes that�s what it was about, but it
just needed that extra bit of working out. Well done anyway. As I said, you and
all your team are joining The Club, but you also answered the first part
correctly, so here�s your prize.� Sam took another envelope out of the
briefcase and handed it to her. Her face lit up in gratitude.
�Now before
you go, would you like to know the solution to the main part of the riddle?� He
raised an eyebrow in query. She nodded. He drew out a sheet of paper from his
case and passed it to her.
She scanned
down it and patted her forehead with her palm. �Of course, now I see it. We
were so close, how did we miss it?� Without a moment�s pause, she moved over to
the padded table, and in a few seconds was stark naked. She turned, leaning
against the table, and lifted herself up sat on the edge, pulled her heals
either side of her bum and leant back, holding her knees apart as she did.
Immediately the spectacular pussy he first saw on camp, and had fucked from
behind on Friday, opened up to his view. He pulled a seat up, moving between
her thighs, and spent the next few minutes licking the girl out, getting his
tongue right inside her. He could even see the rough edges of the membrane,
where her hymen had been. After two or three minutes, he stood and let Sylvia
sit in his place, whereupon she indulged herself as enthusiastically as he had
done.
After the girl
had climaxed, and she had certainly climaxed under the lash of Miss.P.�s tongue, she lay still for a moment, before
looking at them both and saying �You know, I think I�m going to like it in this
Club.� Sam certainly knew he would like her in it too.
The rest of
Team Two each came in to claim their prizes one at a time and get their pussies
eaten. Everyone of them climaxed. One or two begged Sam to fuck them as well,
especially Jasmine and nine year old Sarah, who although she hadn�t felt the
need to masturbate since Friday night, was really hoping Sam would oblige. She
couldn�t get over how much she�d enjoyed it and the after tingles and the
feelings of satisfaction, which she�d never had before.
Finally, Team
Three were called. Sylvia locked the door behind them. They had solved the
riddle and deserved their prizes. Sam, thinking of ten year old Suzy being so
shy, rather than one at a time, asked them if they would prefer to come in all
together which they decided to do. They were all bound to be shy, Naomi and
Daisy were both just seven, Nancy and Rosie only eight. Sally had also come in,
holding Suzy�s hand, as she�d promised. The little girl gripped her hand
tightly, so nervous, but she had a determined expression confirming she was
going to see this through. Sam asked who would present the solution. After a
brief debate, Suzy was nominated as the eldest auditioneer
in the team. She said they would enact their presentation.
�Well done all
of you,� Sam said, a big smile on his face, �you did it. Before you give the
solution to the main answer, I have your prizes for the first part.� He passed
round the envelopes to each of them. They were surprised they�d won both
prizes. �Now how would you like to answer the last part? Altogether or one at a
time?� They looked one to the other and in a silent communication made a
decision in a way that only females seem to manage. As if rehearsed, they all
stood up, but before they started Sally, went to the music stand at the back,
and pushed a couple of buttons, producing some sound Sam had never heard
before, which he assumed was music, but which had a deep beat and steady
rhythm. The girls taking their queue from Sally, started a co-ordinated
striptease. Considering it was entirely unrehearsed, and impromptu, it came off
remarkably well. Certainly it got Sam�s attention, and his cock�s.
The five
virgins, each watching Sally slowly, seductively, erotically stripped.�� Sally was watching Suzy out of the corner of
her eye, and realised she was going with the flow. At last, the final garment,
their panties all dropped to the floor. Sally still leading the way, turned her
back on Sam, and slowly ran her hands down her chest, over her hips, down her
thighs, and as they travelled down, she bent forward more and more, until at
last, she was holding her ankles. Sam�s mind cast back to that day she joined
The Club, and how she had stripped for him in exactly this same way. She was
re-enacting it for him.
As the six
girls stood, bent double, they all started to move their feet further and
further apart. Their pussies opened up to his view, the little row of peach
shaped pudenda poking into a bulging line. Looking along them though, there was
Sally, whose pussy he adored as he did all the girls. Then next to her, for
comfort was Suzy. All he could see between her legs was her vagina, which was
open, like the others except Nancy�s, and a tiny bump of skin which was her
clitty and tiny dimple that was her eurethra. Her bum
crack just ended an inch above and below her anus. She had no mons or bulging
vulva. Next along was Nancy, whose vagina was closed tightly, and even in this
position gave away none of it�s secrets to him, but her mons and vulva bulged
out in a really sexy display. Naomi and Daisy the seven, and Rosie the eight
year old had vaginas open fully. He was surprised to see moisture in each of them.
They were aroused.
At last, Sally
turned the line around, and they all hopped up onto the table, legs swinging,
waiting for Sam. He decided to start at the end where the youngest three were
sitting. He indicated for Naomi to lie back, as he sat on the chair positioned
just in front of her, he leaned forward, and put a palm on each of her
buttocks, and gently brought his face between her thighs, bringing his thumbs
to her labia, he gently eased her apart, watching her beautiful damp lips, peel
open, letting him see deeper into her. He studied her features for a few
moments. She, of course, had one of the most gorgeous pussies he�d ever laid
eyes on, but he wasn�t about to say that in front of the others, especially
with Suzy and Nancy here. He inhaled her musky scent and drank in her wonderful
aroma. Finally, he slowly put his mouth to her pussy, and started the well
practiced licking he had perfected with so many of his girls, bringing
stimulation to her clitty, taste to his mouth and entertainment for the others
watching enthralled, as the little girl�s face screwed up with pleasure. But
Sam had a secret. He was especially turned on by Jewish girls. There was
something about his uncircumcised cock sinking into a Jewess that made him so
aroused. Hannah had thrilled him from the day he had caught her stealing,
spanked and fucked her. And now, he had seven year old Naomi Goldstein to look
forward to.
Naomi was
rising quickly. Sam was surprised a seven year old would respond so quickly,
but she was. He looked across to Sylvia, and indicated for her to take his
place, while he moved across to the next girl, seven year old Daisy. He
repeated the exact motions as before, and was rewarded when he heard some
little quiet squeals from the child, as his tongue pushed into her. Beside him,
Naomi, with Sylvia�s expert attention, was now cuming. Her climax was quiet and
gentle, almost like a cat purring.
Next was
Rosie, the lovely poppet of a girl of eight with her blond hair and blue eyes,
and the shape of a beanpole, no curves at all, but so sexy. He treated her in
the same way, and soon she was moving her hips as his tongue and fingers
explored her orifices. What did surprise him though was she came before Naomi,
Sylvia still bringing the other girl up to a peak.
Next in line
was Nancy. Sam did exactly the same with her as he had the others. He wanted
her to feel no disadvantage over her vagina not being able to dilate. What
really pleased him though was when she responded to his ministrations, and
started to buck under him. Apart from her closed vagina, she was perfectly
normal. She responded well to clitoral stimulation and was certainly going to
cum rapidly.
Sylvia nudged
him along, and he moved to Suzy, who looked nervously down at him. He saw Sally
was holding her hand and patting her arm. This was obviously a big thing for
the child. So he didn�t wait, he went straight in with his tongue, and pressed
it to her vagina.� She dilated slightly,
and the tip popped in a fraction. He ran his tongue several times around it,
before moving it along to caress her clitty. She responded with a little jerk.
He then repeated what he�d done the night before, he placed his lips around her
whole pussy, and while still flicking his tongue across her clit and vagina,
sucked her gently. He suddenly got that same sweet taste from her as before.
She was like nectar. He would tell her later. She was now grunting a little,
her hips thrust at him. She was rising. He took a risk, he sucked harder, and
suddenly, her bladder let go, as it had the night before. The girl called out
something no one understood. Sam swallowed a whole mouthful, before sucking her
again, repeating it, getting another call from her. This time he savoured it in
his mouth for a few seconds before swallowing, then a third and fourth time.
This girl must have needed to go bad. He looked along her naked body for a
reaction, but all he could see and hear was her heavy breathing.�
Nancy must
have been multi orgasmic because Sylvia was still in full swing, bringing the
girl off. So Sam continued stimulating Suzy, using all the skill he could
muster. Soon, the kid�s breathing turned into snorts, and the snorts to grunts,
as she tumbled into the first orgasm of her life. She reached down and grabbed
his hair, pulling him into her pussy hard. She tried to pull him up and down
her pudenda, trying to squeeze every last bit of pleasure out of her climax.
Even so, somehow, she rose to a new height and started muttering �Ohgawd, Ohgawd, Ohgawd.� This went on for a few minutes, until she
eventually collapsed back onto the table, all the stress suddenly released from
her body. Sam noticed too she let go of Sally�s hand. Something had happened.
As soon as
things settled down, Suzy propped herself up and was looking a little dazed,
taking in what had just happened to her. She blinked a couple of times, and
went to sit up for a moment. She looked at Sam and smiled and got up and placed
herself in his lap, cuddling him as close as she could. She looked up at him,
and leaned in and kissed him.
She then
leaned to his ear and whispered, �Sam, I�m sorry, I think I peed into your
mouth.� Sam wasn�t about to say he�d made it happen, when he replied also in a
quiet whisper, �Don�t worry, Suzy, no one else noticed, I liked the taste, I
swallowed it all. It�s our secret.� She looked at him in surprise, a slightly
embarrassed smile on her lips. She knew how much she�d gone, it was a lot. She
knew in that moment that she trusted Sam completely. He could have said what
had happened and didn�t. She also felt a wonderful feeling deep inside her
tummy. Sam had done it to her. She really wanted to feel that again. He really
didn�t mind that her pussy wasn�t like other girls. He�d still licked her down
there. She cuddled back into him again. She�d only known Sam a short time, and
yet she knew she already trusted, even loved him a bit, maybe. In that moment,
Suzy realised she was completely safe with Sam. Her shyness had gone. At last
she had found somewhere safe.
Sam eventually
stood up and asked �Have any of you new girls ever seen someone have a fuck?�
They all shook their heads. �Would you like to see it now?� They looked at him
wide eyed, before nodding, smiles on their faces now.
Sam looked at
Sally, �Fancy what I couldn�t give you last night?� She grinned, nodded and
leant back, propping her self on her elbows and spread her thighs. Sam stepped
forward between them. He indicated for all the girls to gather round, so they
could see everything. Both of them were highly aroused, so it was the movement of
a second, and Sam was buried in his head girl six and a half inches deep. He
paused for a moment to allow her body to dilate and adjust to his intrusion,
before he slowly withdrew, and pressed home again, pulled back and pressed,
building up speed and force quickly. Soon he was slamming into her fast and
hard, and both knew that after all the stimulation and titillation of the
afternoon, this wouldn�t take long. And it didn�t. Sam just felt his scrotum
tighten, as Sally fell into her climax, shouting, �Daddy�, then her call became
softer and all she called was, �Daddy, Daddy, Daddy�, This was the final straw
for Sam, who loved this girl so much, and he blasted into her a thirty �Oh
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CHAPTER 61
Sunday night
Suzy�s Induction
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That night,
Sylvia ordered in some snack food, asking for a variety and let the girls all
help themselves. The moods varied. The Team One girls were subdued, realising
they had won the battle, but lost the war. Teams Two and Three though were
celebrating as though they�d never partied before. They played games, danced,
sang and played little girl tricks on one another. Sam noticed Suzy had been
transformed. She was right at the centre of the partying fun, taking a full
part in everything. He couldn�t believe it and commented on it to Sylvia.
�You know why,
Sam surely?� she said, then realised from his expression he didn�t. �She had a
major complex about her pussy. In one afternoon, you showed her you liked it,
her new friends weren�t offended by it, and she experienced a new joy with her
first ever orgasm. Suddenly, at least here, she�s realised she has nothing to
be shy about. She�s with friends who won�t let her down. Well done Sam.� She
looked at his expression, with a grin. �You really are a goof you know,� she
went on, �sometimes you just don�t realise the effect you have on some people
do you?�
As early as
she dared, Miss.P. prepared the nightcap drinks for
the Team One girls only, giving them each a reduced dose, just to put them to
sleep, to avoid them being too sleepy in the morning when their mothers
arrived. She brought out the trolley, and handed the drinks out, ensuring the
right girls got the right glasses and instructed everyone to go straight to
bed. Ten minutes later, all the old Club and new members were back in the
Common Room, continuing their party. Sally played a couple of modern pieces on
the piano, showing her versatile style. Her friends loved it and called for
more, but she didn�t want to monopolise the evening.
The Club
membership now came to twenty one, with the twelve originals and nine new
girls, plus Jasmine as associate member. A nice number as far as Sam was
concerned, plenty of pussy variety and ages to choose from. They played all
sorts of games, having a great night. At one point, a mass striptease was
proposed, and in minutes, the music was on. This time it was all meant for fun.
They demanded Sam and Miss.P. stood in the middle and
judged who was best, then afterwards demanded they stripped too. Already the
new girls were settling into The Club.
Things
quietened for a while, everyone now completely naked as if it were the most
natural thing in the world. Small groups chatted. Mostly the original girls
explaining the details of the five Club Rules, inductions, and how things
worked in detail, like Lizzie was in charge of discipline, and why Sam had
chosen her; and Sally was head girl, and how she�d been elected unanimously.
When Sam and Miss.P. went out of the room for some reason, they even
talked, secretly, how one night on camp, Hannah had to go take a piss in the
night and going to the latrine, heard Sam talking on his phone to someone, and
afterwards, he�d said to Miss.P., his exact words
were: �It seems Verity�s father has sent two men up here to kill me. They�re
after Vera and Vicky as well. This is what we�re going to do.� Well Hannah
couldn�t hear what he said after that, but, you know what happened, Verity�s
father died that night, and a few days later, we heard two men had been killed
in an auto accident that same night very near to where we camped. Well think
what you might, but there�s more to Sam than meets the eye. We Club girls
believe, and you�re never to tell Sam this, he saved Vicky and Vera�s lives
that night. If ever you need a friend, he�s it.�
There was a pause. The new girls looked at Vicky then Vera, who looked
back, and said, �It�s true, cross my heart. Verity really hated us after we
left her gang.�
�That makes
sense now,� chipped in Lucy, �as soon as Sam knew what was happening where I
live, he got my mum out of our home.�
�What do you
mean,� asked Lizzie, puzzled at the new girl�s comment, �got out? When did this
happen?�
�Yesterday,�
she said, �That�s why Miss.P. wasn�t with us at
�Stop a minute
Lucy,� said Lizzie, holding her hand up, �How did Sam know about this, when did
you talk to him?�
�Oh, after he
fucked me on Friday night.� She answered.
Lizzie blinked
a couple of times, taking this in. �Who else was fucked over the weekend?� She
asked looking round the circle. One by one, little hands were raised by
Jasmine,
�My
�So back to
what we were talking about,� Lucy said, bringing them back onto the subject,
�There was a problem at the end, some of the gang came and threatened them,
Miss. P., Ellie and my mum. They had a couple of guys helping, so I think the
gang backed off.� Well last night, I was
about to go into the kitchen, to thank them for helping my mum. I heard Miss.P. tell Sam about it all, and you know what he said?
He said:� �Don�t worry Sylvia, I�ll call
round on Monday evening and have a friendly chat, perhaps bang a few heads
together. If there were only six of them, I�ll try not to hurt them too much,
you�ll see.� Well what do you make of that? They�re tough, they all carry
knives. I hope Sam won�t get hurt, but if we hear some of the boys who live in
the same place we lived in are in hospital, you�ll have your answer.�
The new girls
had quickly come to realise they had joined a far stronger, closer band of
friends than even they had anticipated. They were beginning to see that when
Sam said they were a family, he really meant it. He would do anything for his
girls, and expected them to do so too.
�Look how he
fixed it for Sandy and me to get into the State gym team,� said Mandy, �He said
it was easy, but we know it wasn�t. We still don�t know how he did it.�
�So you see,�
said Lizzie, looking at all the new girls, �Sam will do anything for you,
absolutely anything. Over the last few weeks, we�ve worked out some of the
things he�s done and what Lucy just said about what she heard Sam say about the
gang is another example. And yet to us he is so gentle. He would never hurt us
unless we need spanking and that�s happened a couple of times, eh Hannah?�
Hannah grimaced at the unpleasant memory. �But you know what, he�s never tried
to fuck Sophie or Jenny, coz they�re seven and he thinks he might hurt them.�
The two little
girls both nodded their heads confirming her comment. �I wish he would try,�
lamented Sophie.
�In The Club,
we girls have a pact. Call it a sixth Club rule, if you like. Sam doesn�t know
about it; although Miss. P. does, she suggested it. It says if Sam wants us to
do anything for him, we do it for him, understand?� The new girls nodded. �If
he says do your homework, or it�s your turn to lay the table or wash dishes,
you do it. If he goes to put his hand down inside your panties, you hold your
panties open for him and spread your legs wide. If he asks you to give him a
blow job, you do it for him and when he cums, you swallow, right?� The new
girls nodded in understanding. �And,� she went on, �if ever I hear you haven�t,
you will have me to deal with. I think I will enjoy having to spank someone
soon. No, but seriously�, she said again with a warm smile, looking at the
newcomers, �Sam will look after you, so we all look after him. There are lots
of ways you can do this. For example, he likes to see us naked lots, so inside
the Clubhouse, some or even all of us will strip off. It�s a bit like when
you�re at home. You don�t mind your mum seeing you naked, do you? Well it�s the
same with Sam and Miss. P. Then another thing. Sometimes you might be watching
TV or reading something and you�ll feel his eyes on you, looking. Pretend not
to notice him staring, but slowly open your legs for him to see you. Close
them, open them. Really tease him. Then if you really want to press his buttons,
you could scratch yourself down there, as if you�ve got an itch. It drives him
nuts. You�ll soon get the idea. As I said, look after Sam, and he will look
after you.�
Sam and Miss.P. returned and the conversation drifted on to the
A couple of
hours later, Suzy, who�d been sitting chatting with Sally for a long time,
stood up and stunned everyone, when she suddenly stepped into the middle of the
room. Sally was holding her hand again, but Sam saw a new determination in the
face of this once shy little ten year old.
�Sam, Miss.P., everyone,� she started in a quiet voice, which
became louder and clearer as she continued. �You�ve all been so kind to me and
especially Sally, for once in my life, I feel at home at last, I wanted you all
to know that. But what I want to say isn�t easy for me, but I know I am with
friends, at last. Sam, I feel I am in a dream, so before it drifts away, I want
to grasp it, make it real. I understand that now I am a member of The Club, I
can make a wish, any wish. Is that right?� She looked at him, questioningly.
He nodded,
�yes�.
�Well,� she
said in a firm, clear voice, �would it be alright if I was inducted tonight?
Right now, in fact.�
Sam couldn�t
believe his ears. Here was a girl, who yesterday wouldn�t say boo to a goose,
was painfully shy, embarrassingly so, now asking if he would fuck her in front
of twenty other girls. Wow! He certainly kept having surprises in his life
since this Club started.
Sam stood, and
walked over to the ten year old, and took both her hands in his. She was
obviously nervous, but so different to the terrified shyness she�d expressed
ever since he had first seen her years ago, until now. Sam looked into her
pretty face, lit up with the renewal she felt in herself. A new confidence, a
credit, Sam knew in no small part to Sally�s influence. Her long light brown
hair seemed to shimmer over her naked shoulders, reaching down over her, almost
flat bottom. He glanced down at her lower belly. No raised mons, no crack, just
a little bump of skin over her pubic bone, where her clit poked out, now stiff
with her arousal. Her bright blue eyes sparkled.
�How would you
like your induction done, Suzy?� Sam asked �It is your choice. Has Sally
explained what happens?�
The girl
nodded and thought for a moment. �Sam, I know this might sound strange to you,
but I want my induction to be a liberation for me. I want every member here to
know that I love my body and I�m not ashamed of it anymore. I want them all to
see it as you induct me, you know, fuck me. If it�s OK, I want to do it in
steps. First, I want you to gently take my virginity. Then I would like to go
on top of you. I want to feel I�m in control for a while. Then at the end, I
want to show my body off to everyone. Does that sound weird, Sam?�
�Not at all.�
He smiled at the girl, �It�s your induction, you have it any way you want.�
Sally came and
stood beside Suzy and took her hand. She smiled at her, and led her over to the
big padded table. She helped the little girl hop up onto the table surface,
where she sat for a moment, her short legs dangling over the edge. Sally
whispered into her ear for� a moment, and
Suzy nodded. She reclined back onto her elbows, and lifted her feet up onto the
table�s edge, and shuffled her bottom forward, so she was overhanging the
table�s edge. She then parted her knees as far back as they would go. Everyone
had moved a little closer now, and could see how devoid her crotch was of
contours or undulations. She had a rosebud, a little above it was her vagina, a
round hole surrounded by no labia, immediately above that a tiny mole like bump
which was her urethra and another slip of skin that was her clitty.
Sally waved
all the members to come and stand even closer in a circle around the girl,
shoulder to shoulder. Sam stepped forward, he now had a long white box in his
hand, which he placed on the table beside the girl. Quickly kneeling, he placed
his palms on her inner thighs, and pressed his mouth to her pussy. He flicked
his tongue back and forth over her clit for a few moments. She stiffened
slightly, as her stimulation started. He pressed his lips to her, engulfing her
whole pudenda, and gently sucked. Her sweet taste, so unlike any other girl
swept into his mouth once more. Ambrosia. He sucked a little harder, and sure
enough, her bladder released about half a mouth full of urine, which he gulped
down like a parched man in the desert finding water. He glanced up at her face,
along her flat body. A silent communication between them. Only they knew, the
other score of people ignorant of what had just occurred. By now, Suzy�s cunt
was betraying her arousal, as her creamy, pearlescent fluid started to ooze out
of her, running down to her bottom. So Sam lowered himself an inch, and lapped
her rosebud, cleaning her tasty arousal trying to push his tongue as far into
her as he could, suddenly remembering how he had fucked her up the ass only two
days ago, while she slept.
Sam stood
again. He looked kindly into her eyes, as he leaned forward, resting his hands
either side of her shoulders and asked, �Ready Suzy, are you ready?�
Suzy nodded,
and unexpectedly reached down, and guided Sam�s cock, which had just pressed
against her. She lifted it up and wriggled it into her entry, trying to spread
his pre-cum. She felt Sam apply some pressure, and her guidance was now
superfluous. She took her hands away. Her nipples were now tingling, and
needing her attention.����
Sam pressed
and eased, pressed and eased in his long rehearsed practice, gauging her
dilation, knowing now it wouldn�t be long. And it wasn�t. His crown, without
warning, popped into her entry. She gasped, not in pain, but in reaction to the
sensation it provoked. A wonderful feeling. A feeling she knew women the world
over had felt for a million years, fulfilment. Sam had paused, waiting, as she
adjusted, dilated, attuned. Gently, he started his little thrusts, bouncing his
tip off her maidenhead, each time increasing the pressure imperceptibly. Almost
without warning, he suddenly felt her hymen dissolve. Suzy squeaked, her face
winced, but immediately smiled reassuringly at him again.
Sam paused
again, waiting, hoping she wasn�t hurt. He knew she was ready, when he felt her
curl her hips up at him in invitation. Slowly, he pressed in, and pulled back
the micro movements, spreading his pre-cum as deeply into her as he could,
before pressing in again and out, edging deeper each time. Sam became aware of
something he had never felt before. Something new. At first he wasn�t sure, but
as he penetrated her deeper and deeper, he realised he wasn�t mistaken.
Suzy might
have had a completely flat mons, no cleft or dimple, or bum crack, but what she
had inside far and away made up for all that. Sam realised she had one of the
nicest cunts he had ever fucked. The walls of her vagina, as they peeled apart
to allow him entry, were slightly ribbed. Almost corduroy.� Not only that, he felt a pulsing inside her,
like the movement of a caterpillar�s legs, running down in wave like movements
along his cock. Inside, she simply had the nicest cunt he�d ever fucked.
Finally, Sam
hit her end. He was about five inches into her. He paused yet again for a
moment, savouring her exquisite feeling on his cock. He pulled back about half
way, and pressed in, and back a little further out, and back. Each time he
increased the scope and pace of his thrusts. After a few cycles, he was almost
pulling out, before thrusting into her as far as his cock could reach, his
pubis bumping her flat vagina entry. His hair rubbing her completely smooth
hairless skin.
Sam was now in
pedo heaven. Her vagina was nothing like anything he�d fucked before. Those
ribbed lines inside her, squeezing, massaging and caressing him were
sensational. Inside this girl was just incredible. What a great fuck! He
couldn�t believe this shy little girl of yesterday was letting him have one of
the best times of his life. He would have loved to have just let this run it�s
course, but all too soon, she stopped him.
Suzy raised
her hand. �That was really nice Sam, thank you for not hurting me. Would it be
alright if we changed now, could I go on top?�
Sam was
reluctant to pull out, but it was her induction. He slipped out of her, and
hopped up onto the table, and shuffled towards the centre, so his legs were
supported. Suzy didn�t wait until he had settled, she lifted a leg over his
thigh, and swung her leg over him, straddling his hips, resting her hands on
his chest. She lifted herself up, and again finding his cock, pushed it back to
her entry, and quickly lowered herself onto him, feeling his tip deep, deep
inside her, pushing against �that spot�.�
She lifted herself up again, and dropped down and up and down, repeating
the movement, getting faster and deeper each time.
Suzy, who had
known for the last hour or two that her life had irrevocably changed for the
better, with joining The Club, looked around her. Squatting around the edge of
the whole table were all of her new friends. Friends she trusted, friends she
would never, ever be shy with, friends she could ask anything of. Friends, who
she could see were themselves masturbating, without shyness, some with each
other. They were all watching her with faces showing that they truly wanted her
to enjoy her first time, her induction, her becoming a member. She wanted them
now to see her, really see her being fucked. It was the final action she needed
to put away the shame of what she had previously thought her pussy was like
forever. She knew from her feelings building up inside her, that all of that
was about to be swept away.
Suzy by now
was pounding up and down on Sam�s cock. Deep inside her, she felt the primeval
sensations warning her she was about to climax, but she wasn�t ready for that
yet. There was one more demon to banish, one last penance to pay. She stopped,
and surprised Sam, when she sat up straight, and without pulling off him,
lifted her legs up, and rotated herself, so she was now facing Sam�s feet. She
leaned back a little, and reached behind her, placed her palms on his
shoulders. This must have been planned, because Sally and Lizzie were suddenly
there either side of her. Each took one of her legs, and gently lifted them,
and pulled them out sideways, spreading her wider and wider. Her little thin
legs were now in a straight line splits, with Sam�s cock curving up from
beneath, and into her vagina, now stretched wide with his intrusion.
She then asked
everyone to come round the table, so they could see her. Really see her. She
invited them to touch her if they wished. She wanted no secrets, and for them
to see her pussy, which until now she�d always been ashamed of, being fucked,
up close, for her was the final exorcism. Suzy started thrusting her hips
again. Sam could feel that wonderful feeling of her vagina caressing him once
more, unlike any other before. He knew he wasn�t far off now, but this was her
induction. Wondering if he could hold out any longer, he suddenly felt his cock
being squeezed along it�s length, the pulses moving back and forth, on his shaft,
back and forth. He realised she was cuming. Her climax erupting inside her. But
no sound, stillness. Suddenly, he realised she had held her breath, and she
went red in the face before she exploded into a gasping, groaning, shrieking,
quivering mass, in a dream of coloured lights shooting back and forth behind
her screwed up eyelids. Her gasping breath told everyone what had happened.
Sam, who�d
felt her pussy suddenly clamp down on him as she climaxed, could hold back no
longer, and exploded into her, his semen blasting deep into her belly. Her
vagina, with it�s corrugated walls, continued to milk him of every last drop of
his sperm laden semen, sucking it from him, as her internal massaging went on
and on. He pulsed and throbbed into her, until there was nothing more. His dry
heaves continuing, as his pulses slowly died away in diminishing throbs of
exquisite pleasure.
Sam had always
been careful never ever to compare his girls. He didn�t want jealousies and
competition between them. But he knew Suzy was probably one of the best fucks
he�d ever had or likely to have. She might be lacking outside, in how her
little girl pussy looked, but made up for it tenfold inside.
Finally all
movement stopped. Sam looked down, and over twenty young faces were looking
intently at where their bodies were joined. Everyone in awe at Suzy�s explosive
orgasm, obviously overwhelming her, as she lay back on Sam�s chest,� seemingly unconscious. She had fainted. After
a few moments, she came round, and smiled at her friends.
Suzy then did
something none of the other members had done. Sam was still impaled deep inside
her, when she again sat up as straight and tall as she could and said. �As it
is my induction, I would like to pledge to you all, I will always follow all
five of The Club rules. Also, Sam, thank you for making my first time so very
special. I will treasure the memory all my life.�
Sam reached
over to the box he�d placed there earlier, flipped it open and took out the
choker, and reaching up, put it around her neck and clipped it shut. Suzy�s
life, they both knew, was changed forever.
Neither were
in a hurry to pull apart. She because she didn�t want the most intensely erotic
sensations of her life to finally end, and Sam, following this amazing
experience was still semi tumescent, and happy to leave his cock where it was.
Those pulses inside her extraordinary vagina, still running up and down his
cock.
�How many was
that?� he heard Lizzie ask Sally, still either side from holding the girls
legs. �You won�t believe, thirty five. That�s the record.� Sam saw a pile of
Dollar bills being handed to Karen, who looked at him and winked with a cheeky
grin. Certainly in Sam�s mind, that fuck was worth a �thirty
Sam nodded to
Sylvia, who crawled onto the table between Sam�s legs, and lowered her face to
where his cock disappeared into the child. She licked his cock, cleaning away
the blood stained semen from his shaft, pulling it gently, cleaning more as it
emerged, until finally it popped out. She sucked the end for a moment, before
sinking her tongue deep into Suzy�s still dilated vagina, now oozing pink
stained semen. This went on for a moment. Hannah stepped behind Miss.P. and pressed her palm to the teacher�s pussy and
started to massage her swollen engorged clitty for her, producing an immediate
climax, making her gasp, as she pressed her lips to the child�s genitalia. The
new girls watched Hannah, fascinated as she confidently masturbated their
favourite teacher with well practiced movements.
Unbeknown to
everyone present, except Miss.P. and the child,
Suzy�s bladder let go another squirt of urine, making the teacher moan again in
ecstasy.
Following the
induction, everyone settled down in little groups, cuddling together, chatting
together, playing with their iPads and phones.
Several times Sam watched as one or another of the members showed the newcomers
how to masturbate in a particular way, or would lick them a little, or
introduce them to the toys in the secret cupboard and explain their use, as if
they were showing them how to use a kitchen appliance.
Eventually
though, the girls were yawning, and despite them wanting this special night to
last forever, it had been a long day, and sleep started to overwhelm them all.
Sam had to carry one or two to their beds, still naked, where he laid them down
lovingly, kissing them, as they curled up under the covers.
Sam had asked
if any of the new girls would like him or Miss.P. to
come and cuddle them during the night. Nine hands had shot up immediately. It
looked to Sam as though it might be a long night too.
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CHAPTER 62
Monday
morning, Rosie�s Dawning.
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Sam woke at
dawn as usual. He kept his eyes closed, trying to remember whose bed this was,
and the amazing events of the night. He lay there for a full thirty seconds,
feeling the clamping of the child on his cock, into whom he was spooning. As
his cock grew inside her vagina, he remembered. He was deep inside the tightest
pussy ever, and as he felt her grip on him, he grew more and the squeeze she
had on him got tighter. It was Rosie. The eight year old second grader with
blond hair and blue eyes. A body like a beanpole, with no curves on her.
Exactly as he liked them. What a way to wake up.
Sam lay for a
moment remembering how he had spent quite a long time with both Naomi his dark
haired Jewish beauty and brave Daisy, who had been hurt by Gill at the theme
park and never complained about it, the two seven year olds, letting them learn
about his body, as well as him exploring theirs, introducing them to the joys
of being given their first climax, their little orgasms quite overwhelming
them. He knew they were friends with Emily and his daughter Jenny, and asked
them to learn from, and support each other.
He�d then
spent a long time with Nancy, who seemed so worried about her vagina not
opening, and how it had happened when climbing in the woods when she was five,
falling onto a tree branch stump, and how her mother couldn�t afford the
doctor. Sam told her he would arrange for her to go to a specialist and that
The Club would pay for everything, and she wasn�t to worry. �I will ask Miss.
P. to speak to your mum.�
He�d climbed into
bed with Rosie at about
Sam wondered
if she would be able to take him. He remembered back at camp how Amber, the
same age, had struggled to get him into her, but in the end it had happened. He
wasn�t short of pre-cum. He never was. They had been lying like this for at
least forty minutes, his cock pressed to her opening, neither of them trying to
force things, both knowing what might or might not happen. The pressure of his
cock against her opening though had slowly dilated her. Neither of them had
noticed, it had been so gradual. So it was a surprise to them both, when his
crown suddenly popped through the elastic ring of muscle at her entry gripping
him between the top of his shaft and his crown. She was so tight on him, he
wondered whether he should pull out, but seeming to sense his reticence,� she clung to him and said, �Please, leave it
in.�
They lay like
that for another ten or fifteen minutes. Slowly he leaked pre-cum into her, and
slowly she dilated further until he no longer thought she was going to cut off
his blood supply. In the end, it was Rosie who started to undulate on him,
pivoting her hips, making his cock move slightly inside her, encouraging him
in, deeper. She could feel his tip nudging her just inside. Something was
stopping him going in where she wanted him, so, so wanted him.
Rosie had never
really had anything to call her own. She had been an only child. Her mother,
whose name was Mary, had got pregnant when she was a teen, her parents, devout
church goers, feeling shamed, showed their Christian charity and threw her out.
Rosie and her mum had just got each other. No money, no family and not much to
hope for. They�d scraped by on help from friends and various jobs her mum could
get and some private prostitution with the landlord when she couldn�t pay the
rent. Her mum couldn�t afford for her to go to the camp, and was upset, because
she thought Rosie was missing out on so many things in life.
Then out of
the blue the invitation had come from Sam to come to the Club auditions. Her
mum had cried that night. She so wanted a better life for her daughter. Rosie
had climbed into her bed, as she often did when one or the other of them needed
comfort, and they had cuddled each other to sleep. She loved her mum so much,
and understood how important her getting into Sam�s Club meant to her, so she knew
she would do anything she could to join. As soon as she met the other girls,
and got to know Sam and Miss. P. a little better, she knew she would love to be
a member. They were all so kind. She didn�t like one or two of the other
audition girls very much, and was pleased when they were selected to be in a
different team for the riddle. She found out later that they didn�t get into
The Club anyway.
Rosie had
always been a quiet girl. Her teachers said she could do much better at school,
but always seemed to be worried about her mum and instead of homework, had
cleaned the home and did chores, to help her mum, who was always so tired from
the long hours she worked. As a result, she was behind in class, suggesting she
wasn�t as capable as was actually the case. Ellie had known all this, of
course, known the child�s potential, and had made sure she was on the auditions
list.
Now here she
was, lying in bed, feeling Sam spooning into her back, caressing her, running
his fingers through her long blond hair, not forcing her. She loved the feeling
of security he evoked in her. The things she�d heard the other girls say about
Sam over the last couple of days built up her awe of him. At school he�d always
seemed so friendly, reliable, always around, he was just Sam. But now she knew
Sam was so much more. He was everything she would want of a daddy. She had
heard Sally call him that, when Sam had fucked her, and understood completely
why. She was already thinking of Sam in those terms. �Daddy yes, that�s right,
he will be my Daddy�. She hoped the other girls wouldn�t mind if she called him
that. She would ask when the time was right.
Rosie had been
unconsciously rocking back and forth. What she had felt though was his cock
slowly sinking deeper and deeper into her. At one point, she had felt a stab of
pain inside her, but it had gone after a minute. And now, he was almost all
inside her. Oh she wanted him there, so much. It was as if he was going to
plant a lifetime of security inside her when he came in her, as she knew, she
hoped, he would. He bumped into her end, she felt a jolt of pleasure, like a
spark of nice tingly electricity flowing through her.
She felt him
pull back a little. She thought for a moment he was going to take it out, but
he pushed back in, nudging �that spot� again, giving her another jolt of
pleasure. �Oh yes, do it again�. He pulled out further this time, and back into
her, a little faster and harder, bumping that spot so nicely. �Hmmmm yessss.� Out again and back
in and out and in. She reached for his hand, resting on her hip, and pulled it
round to her chest. He immediately caressed her pinhead nipple with his finger
tips, making it harden and swell, sending more tingles of pleasure heading down
her body. Rosie felt a feeling she�d only felt once before, and that was when
Sam and Miss. P. had licked her earlier, after they�d solved the riddle. But
this time, she knew by instinct this was going to be so much more, so much
better. This would be special.
Rosie felt as
if she were being lifted by winds under invisible wings, like she was an angel.
She was flying in a place where only pleasure existed, where she could only
feel nice things. �Was this what heaven is like?� she thought. That tingling
inside her was growing, �Oh yes, oh yes, more Daddy, please more.� Suddenly,
she felt her whole tummy explode as if she�d been suddenly filled with a
beautiful feeling she couldn�t describe. Lights were flashing around inside her
closed eyelids, like a dazzling kaleidoscope. All her muscles suddenly turned
to jelly. She didn�t want this to end, it couldn�t get any better, the best
feeling she�d ever had. And then it did.
Rosie could
feel Sam deep inside her, she could feel every movement of his lovely cock, as
he made her feel so nice. She just loved this. Then she felt him swell up
inside her a little, then again, but much more, and again. He was pulsing
inside her, throbbing, and then suddenly, she felt a wonderful feeling, as he
came inside her. A wet warmth suddenly washed her inside. The other girls had
told her what it would be like. What they hadn�t said was just how wonderful it
would be. Her climax had peaked, and then it had peaked again and then nothing,
blackness.
Sam knew the
little girl had fainted. He held her tightly, as his climax ebbed away into the
mini pulses at the end he loved so much. Finally, it ended, and he lay cuddling
the child to him. She was the second one now to call him �Daddy�. He didn�t
know if she knew she�d said it, but it was such a turn on to him. This little
girl of eight had taken so long to get into, but it was worth the wait. Fuck
was she tight. Even now, after he�d been in her for twenty minutes, cum in her
and shrunk a little, she was still squeezing him so tightly. After a minute or
two, she stirred. She was coming round, but then, he realised she fell
immediately to sleep. That suited Sam very well. Leaving his cock still semi
tumescent inside her, he too fell back into a deep but short sleep. He wondered
as he drifted off if she would be up for another little dalliance when they
woke later. Time would tell.
Sure enough,
Sam woke at dawn, the birdcall outside acting as his alarm clock. He lay just
feeling Rosie�s lovely but beanpole body. He was also aware his cock, still
inside her, was stirring too, becoming harder, longer, thicker, more demanding.
Reaching over, he felt her little areola under his fingers, and gently rubbed
it, making her nipple bead up, hardening, becoming aroused. Rosie moved in her
sleep, a little deep breath, a sigh of contentment. Sam curved his hips
slightly, pushing into her, reversing back and pushing gently again.
Microscopic movements which felt just wonderful.
But she wasn�t
asleep at all. Rosie lay on her side, feeling so content. She was aware Sam was
still in her from before. He felt so nice there. She had been awake for hours
now, just enjoying this wonderful man in her. Then she realised he had started
to wake. It was dawn. She was almost disappointed, but then he�d moved in her,
and again. She felt him swell slightly as he moved within her. He went deeper
and faster. She just lay there. If this is what Sam wanted, then it was OK by
her. And anyway it�s what she wanted too. Quickly, Rosie knew she was going to
get that feeling again, but much sooner, and she did. Those lights behind her
eyelids returned, and that wonderful, wonderful feeling inside her tummy
returned. But this time she didn�t pass out. She had felt a little cheated when
she realised she�d missed the end before.
Sam realised
she was cuming as she clamped down on his cock hard, painfully hard. She
started to moan. She called out �Daddy� a couple of times and bucked her little
bum back at him, meeting his thrusts. Her climax was so gentle, calm, like a
quiet river flowing through the countryside. What he didn�t know was that
inside that river was a roaring torrent of turbulence. Rosie felt like her life
up until now had been like a raft in a white water rapid, thinking she couldn�t
survive, out of her control. And suddenly, now, she felt calm, peace, tranquil,
serene. She lifted her hand and placed it over his, where he caressed her
nipple, and without realising it, fell into a deep� contented sleep. When she woke, he�d gone,
but her new feeling of contentment, her certainty and confidence about her
future remained. She lay for a while, running her fingers through her pussy,
feeling the stickiness. She turned her head when the door opened. Miss. P. had
come to look in on her. She liked Miss. P.�
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CHAPTER 63
Monday � The
results.
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By the time
the girls had all woken, showered, at Miss. P.�s request to make sure no semen
stains remained, dressed again in their school uniforms and breakfasted, it was
9:30 a.m. Sam had asked Ellie to come early, join them for breakfast, hear what
was said later, and offer her thoughts. He hoped there wouldn�t be any scenes,
when the results were announced. Sam had been busy. He�d already been down to
the bank, and arranged to open some new accounts, returning with the paperwork
to complete it all.
At
�Good morning
ladies,� Sam said, brightly. �I am pleased to say that I believe all your
daughters had a most enjoyable weekend. We went up to
All the
mothers were ecstatic, as their daughters showed them the envelopes of cash
they�d won.
�Now we come
to the results of the auditions for Club membership. I am going to read out the
names of all the candidates and as I do, I would ask you to either stay here,
or go through to the Games Room as I indicate. He read out the names of the
Team One members, asking them to go to the Games Room, alternating them with
other names, who he asked to stay where they were.
When all the
rejects, and their mothers had left, he asked Ellie and Sylvia to act as hosts,
while he went through to explain to the others the result.
He returned
ten minutes later. They�d taken it remarkably well, he thought. One or two had
implied they�d been brought here on false pretences, but when he pointed out
that their daughters had been given the same opportunity to join The Club as
all the others, and he was happy to retain the cash prize if they felt hard
done to and see them in court, they left quietly and he heard nothing further
from any of them.
Returning to
the Common Room, he found a relaxed atmosphere of mothers and girls waiting for
him. He immediately told them that all their daughters had been successful,
passed the auditions and with immediate effect were members of The Choices
Club. He went on to explain some of the practical day-to-day workings of The
Club, how they would be expected to do their homework here, participate in
evening and weekend activities, as well as going on trips abroad each school
vacation.
He stunned
them, though with what he had to say next. He pulled a thick envelope he�d
picked up from the bank earlier. Opening it, he tipped out a number of smaller
envelopes with names on. He handed them round, each taking their own. �The
Choices Foundation has opened a bank account in the name of each of your
daughters.� There was a collective gasp round the room, as the significance of
what he had said sank in. They�d heard rumours about this, but he�d just
confirmed it. �You will find there is a balance in each of $5000. I hope this
will be satisfactory. You are signatories of the accounts. I will retain
control of them, and will withdraw the funds and close them if your daughter
ever chooses to leave The Club. Would you please take identification to the
bank, and sign their mandate form? I have arranged for $1000 to be paid into
each account per month for educational expenses.�
You could have
heard a pin drop. Then suddenly they were all�
chattering and smiling.� Several
were in tears. Sam noticed Rosie�s mum was sobbing into her hands. He was so
pleased to have done something for one so deserving.
Sam held up
his hand, and the hubbub quietened. �Now, I know you are aware we are off to
�I have
arranged for lunch to be brought in today,� he said, �and I do hope you will
all be able to join us. If you have any questions or need clarification about
anything, I would be only too happy to oblige then.� They moved through to the
dining area.
While they
were waiting, the girls started to play games, as all little girls will. And it
was immediately apparent that Suzy was one of the ringleaders, as they ran
around, giggling, squealing and having fun. Two people stood silently, amazed.
Suzy�s mum, Lisa, who had never seen her daughter so energetic in front of so
many people, ever, and Ellie, who had doubted whether the girl would stand a
chance of getting into The Club, and there she was, wearing an induction
choker. Sam had already fucked her. She couldn�t believe it. And, she realised,
with a smile to herself, she�d lost her bet with Sam.
�
�Hello, Sam,�
came a voice from behind him. �My name�s Martha, I�m Lucy�s mum. I wanted to
thank you for what you did in getting us out of the apartment on Saturday. I
really appreciate it. I can�t tell you how frightened I�ve been for Lucy over
the last few months. Things have happened I shudder to remember.�
�Mrs. Becket,�
began Sam.
�Oh, no,
Martha, please,� she replied.
�Martha,� he
smiled, as he continued, �your daughter has only just joined The Club, so you
aren�t really up to speed with our ethos here yet. But we have some
conventions, and what they come down to is whatever a Club member needs or
wants, or sometimes even desires, it is provided by The Club, or their peers.
And if ever Lucy is asked by another member to do something, it is expected she
will do anything immediately without question. So for example, if Lucy is good
at, say maths, or art, or whatever, and a younger girl needs help with her
homework, then we expect her to do so.�
�You and Lucy
needed to get out of your apartment, quickly. To us that was a priority and
needed doing without hesitation. Lucy passed the audition Friday night. She was
one of the first to do so.� Sam didn�t explain how she�d passed the audition so
soon. �You see to us, Lucy is now in The Club. She�s family. We will do
anything for her, and she must do anything in return. But you are her mum, and
that makes you family too, now, and one day we may need to ask your help with
something. I know you would do it. Now I also understand you had a bit of
trouble before you left.�
She nodded,
�Yes Jake, the leader doesn�t like to lose face. It got a bit ugly, but Ellie
had a couple of guys helping us, and with them just being there, after a minute,
Jake went away. He said he�d come round to the school someday and take his
payment by force. I�m frightened what might happen down the road, Sam.�
�Don�t worry,
Martha, I will go round later and have a chat with Jake and his friends. We�ll
straighten it all out, I�m sure.� He made it sound so simple. He glanced
around, and realised they were surrounded now by several mothers, listening to
their interchange.
At that
moment, Suzy came across, dragging her mum, Lisa, by the hand. Her new choker
glittered around her throat, and he noticed how her other hand was fingering
it. �Mum, come and meet Sam, he�s the best man in the world. All the girls here
say so. Everyone�s so nice, and there�s lots to do, and we had a riddle and
there�s the biggest TV ever. Did I say we went to Water� World and
�Sam,� Lisa
said in a hesitant voice, �I don�t know how to ask you this, so I guess I just
come out and ask.� She looked confused, as if she herself didn�t know what to
say. �Sam, my Suzy, well she�s changed while she�s been here. She�s always been
so shy, she wouldn�t make friends, or go to places unless I was there. And now
look at her.� She pointed across the room where her daughter was in he midst of
a group of girls giggling and joking together. �She was worried about coming
here. The doctor said it was psychological and she should see a shrink. Well I
haven�t the money for that stuff, and we just hoped she would grow out of it,
maybe. Well she�s been with you for a weekend, and she�s a different girl. I
mean it Sam, she�s completely transformed. She�s like a different girl. What
did you do to her?� Ellie, who, although not in the circle of women, had
overheard the conversation, tried not to laugh out loud. She knew exactly what
Sam had done to her. Sam had expected this conversation, but perhaps not quite
so soon, nor so direct.
�Well, Lisa,
as I was just telling Martha here, we run The Club in such a way that everyone
helps each other. No one worries about shortcomings in others. We believe it
can all be fixed in time. No one judges another member. I think your Suzy was
worried about something physical, is that right?�
The woman
nodded warily. �Well,� he continued, �it would seem whatever it was didn�t
worry the other girls, they accepted her as one of them and she relaxed into
their company.� His explanation didn�t even sound convincing to himself, let
alone the mother of the child. Certainly he wasn�t going to say he�d fucked her
up the ass one night and taken her virginity the next. What he was sure of
though, was that she wasn�t shy here in The Club any more and possibly
elsewhere too.
�Well,
whatever it was,� she replied, �I want to thank you so much, Sam. I had hoped
The Club would be good for her, but just not so soon. Thank you again.� She
surprised him, when she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. He blushed.
A minute or
two later, Rosie brought her mother to meet him. Her mother had heard some of
the exchanges earlier and said �Before you call me Miss. Romero, Sam I�m Mary,
and I want to say how grateful I am for asking Rosie to join. If there is
anything I can do at anytime, and I mean anything, please call me. Sam, there�s
one thing that puzzles me, though. She keeps referring to you as �Daddy�.
What�s that all about?�
Sam smiled to
himself. �Well, I don�t know what started it all, but one or two of the girls
have started to say it, and Rosie is one of them, I guess. None of them have
fathers around, and maybe they see me sort of in that role.� Several of the
mothers surrounding him nodded. All their daughters needed such a figure.
�Well,� she
said, putting a hand on his, �I like it. She needs a father figure. And Sam, I
meant what I said, if there�s anything I can do please ask. You don�t know how
Rosie being in The Club will help us.� Sam thought he had a pretty good idea.
The next
person to buttonhole Sam was
Lunch over,
the mothers and new members reluctantly left, one by one. They were all proudly
clutching Club bags, containing their day and sports clothing, formal wear, IPads, IPhone Xs and all the
other Club paraphernalia.
�
Sam, Ellie,
Sylvia and Dolly started to clear up and tidy the common room. The original
members helped, before going through to the Games Room to play. A few minutes
later, Dolly wandered over to Sam and said �Ya wanted
to see me Sam.�
�Yes Dolly,�
he said wiping his hands on a cloth, �let�s sit down over here. I�ve a proposal
for you and Ellie, which I hope you might be interested in.�
The four of
them sat down. Ellie, Sylvia and Dolly had coffee cups steaming in their hands.
�Well what
I�ve been thinking is I need a little extra help around here. As you know,
Miss. P. here works full time for the school, apart from helping run The Club. In
fact we�re getting married in Paris.� Sylvia looked sharply at him. �Oh didn�t� I tell you, darling,� he said with a grin,
�I�m getting so forgetful these days.� The four of them laughed, as Sylvia gave
Sam a big hug and wet kiss.
�Anyway, what
I was going to say is this. I need some extra help, and I think you two can
give it. Dolly, what do you know about what we do in The Club?� he looked at
the shrewd woman, who�d weighed him up so accurately before.
�Well Sugar, nothin� would surprise me. Man like you, likin� lil girls an all, I guess
you is a sugar daddy to �em. I s�pose
you�se been in all their lil
panties by now. But you give �em money and presents,
so that makes it OK in my book. It�s a bit like my business I guess. You bin in
my Jasmine yet?� Seeing him blink, she said, �yes, I can see you have. I should
charge you, Sugar,� she said with a smile.
Sylvia and
Ellie sat open mouthed at this exchange. Even Ellie, who�d known Dolly for many
years was learning something about her friend.
� �An anyways,
from what my fren�s Clare and Gloria say, you know,
Sandy and Mandy�s mums, you�se bin playin� around with them for a whiles now.�
�What makes
you say that?� he asked awkwardly.
�A mother gits to know the signs, you know. Lil
things, like the ways they talk, and play, oh, and semen stains in their
panties, you know lil things like that. Mothers tend
to notice shit like that.�
Ellie and Sam
glanced at one another.
�Do any of the
other mothers know do you think?� he asked.
�Don�t know,�
came her reply, �they must be blind if they don�t.�
Sam wasn�t
surprised at the intelligent woman�s observant commentary �Well, Dolly you�re
not far out, which is why I wanted to offer you a job.�
�A job,� she
replied, �what sort of a job? Never had wages before, doing what exactly?�
�There are
several things I want you to do, Dolly. Firstly, I work here as the janitor,
cleaning, repairing, fixing things and security. I will carry on doing that,
but about five hours a day is taken with cleaning the school. The rest is
technical. What I want you to do is take on the cleaning. You would be paid for
five hours work a day.�
Sam slid an
envelope over the table to her. She opened it, and pulled a piece of paper from
it. Her eyes popped open. She would get more in a month than she kept in a year
at the moment. She also knew she wasn�t getting any younger, and some of her
clients were already moving to younger flesh.
�Why would you
offer me this much?� she asked reasonably, her astute mind smelling a rat, �you
could advertise for anyone to do this, and pay half this or less. What�s the
catch.�
�It�s a cover
for your real job,� replied Sam, �the one I need you to do for The Club. I do
want to reduce my hours, and do want your help cleaning. But what I really want
you to do is use your knowledge and skills to teach our girls everything you
know. You�re a professional. You know more stuff about sex than almost anyone,
right?�
She nodded.
�probably,� she muttered, �but why, what for?�
�These girls,�
continued Sam, �are going to be world beaters, I intend them to have top jobs,
after top universities and marrying top men in their fields. What better way to
get a millionaire man to marry, than to be the very best in bed? That�s where
you come in.�
She smiled. �I
knew you were ambitious Sam, but I never realised you were sneaky too. You�se smarter too. OK, you gotta
deal. Where does my Jasmine fit into this? She�ll never git
to college.�
�Jasmine will
be an associate member. She can join all the activities here, go on any future
trips with the other girls.�
�What does she
have to do in return?� asked Dolly.
�Teach me
everything she knows,� said Sam, �and from what I�ve learnt already, she can
teach me a lot more.� They all laughed. An agreement had been arrived at, which
suited them well.
�So what do
you want with me,� asked Ellie, who�d been silently thinking for the last few
minutes. �I can�t teach the girls anything like that.�
�No Ellie,
I�ve another task for you, if you�re interested in a new job.� Her eyes lit up.
The disappointment of the failed interview the other day fresh in her mind. Despite
Sam�s help in the last few weeks, she was finding there were no extras in her
life. �I have watched the way you organise things, make arrangements, sort
stuff. I need an administrator, who knows what we do here, is discreet, and can
do all my paperwork, record Club expenditure, book the trips abroad and keep
everything organised. Later, we need to keep files on our members who are at
college or making careers. This place will need someone keeping an eye on
everything, so I will make one of the larger rooms available to convert into an
apartment for you to live in. How does that sound? You can start today if you
want.� He pushed another envelope across the table to her. When she opened it
and looked at the slip of paper inside, she nearly choked. The slip of paper
simply read, �Salary $100K.�
Sam left the
three women to chat and finish their coffee. He decided it was time to call
round and introduce himself to Jake. He looked in on the girls in the Games
Room. They seemed to be having a marathon on the Nintendo consoles
Sally looked
up and smiled �Hi Daddy, what�s up?�
�
His heart
fluttered whenever he heard her call him that. �I�m just going out for an hour
darling, could you keep an eye on Emily and Jenny for me?�
�Sure thing,�
she said, turning back to the games machine, �see you later Daddy.�
It took Sam
ten minutes to get to the apartment block. No wonder Martha and Suzy needed to
get out of here. It looked like a war zone. Sam parked a little distance away,
and as was his normal procedure, did a little quiet surreptitious
reconnaissance around the area. There were two �spotters� posted at opposite
ends of the complex, youngsters looking bored. Sam was able to slip passed them
without effort. Once inside, he took the stairs, two at a time, going up to the
top floor. Once there, he stood stock still, listening, waiting, observing.
Soon, he heard voices, raised voices, two flights down. Being sure no one had
seen him, and hearing nothing on the top floor, he was able to descend a floor
without fear of being taken from behind.
He waited at
the top of the next stairs, again listening for sounds behind. Again sure he
wouldn�t be ambushed, he nonchalantly strolled down the stairs, hands in his
pockets, humming a tuneless song. He came face to face with six teenage boys,
all dressed in a similar way, jeans, hoodie top,
sneakers.
�Who the fuck
are you?� said the tallest one aggressively. �What you fucking doing here?�
�I�m a friend
of Martha�s,� said Sam reasonably, �I thought I would drop by. I understand you
have some unfinished business with her. I thought we could have a little talk
about it.�
�The only
unfinished business I got with them,� he sneered, �is to see them in fucking
hospital. What�s it got to do with you anyway?�
�As I said,�
Sam replied, easing himself sideways towards the wall, ensuring they couldn�t
surround him, �I�m a friend.�
�Well in that
case, friend,� Jake replied, �We�ll see you in fucking hospital instead.� He
pulled a knife out and approached Sam. �Now, the way I fucking see it, Martha
owes us, on account she�s taken one of my whores with her. Let�s see if you�ve
any fucking money on you.�
�Do you mean
Lucy?� Sam asked, now positioning himself. These punks spoke tough, but clearly
had no combat training. Their positioning and posture was all wrong.
�Of course I
fucking mean Lucy. You fuck. Now give me your cash.� He thrust his knife
threateningly at Sam, who seemed suddenly to the six to turn into a blur.
Jake�s knife went spinning across the floor, the hand holding it broken beyond
use. The two either side of him taking hits to the side of the head in quick
succession, sending them senseless to the floor. Sam rolled along the front of
the remaining three, kicking one�s knee sideways, breaking and dislocating it
in the most painful way, breaking the next one�s arm, and rendering the last
one unconscious when he slammed his head into the wall, a line of blood seeping
from his ear. It had taken less than five seconds. Sam brushed some imaginary
dust off his sleeve as he turned back to Jake, the only one still standing, who
was holding his broken wrist in his other hand, looking anxiously at Sam.
�Now, young
man,� Sam muttered, �as I was saying I just wanted to have a little talk and
come to an agreement with you about Martha and Lucy.� He glanced along the line
of injured and unconscious punks lying on the floor. �Is there any unsettled
business, or can we call it a day?�
�You can fuck
off,� said Jake, spitting the words out in anger. He never saw the blow coming
which broke his other arm, nor the foot which connected with his testicles
rendering them useless for the next month. When he came to his senses, he and
the other five gang members were bound to the iron railings of the stair
balustrade with cable ties. With two broken arms, Jake was in excruciating
pain. His mother would have to wipe his ass for a few weeks.
�Now you were
saying,� said Sam in a reasonable tone. He had picked up Jakes knife now, and
the point of it was an inch up his nostril. �The way I see it, you can either
let bygones be bygones, or I can finish our talk permanently, here, now.� He
tweaked the knife slightly, drawing a small runnel of blood, making Jake pull
back in pain, tears pouring from his eyes.
�
�Who the fuck
are you?� asked Jake, looking at Sam fearfully.
�
�I�m your
guardian angel, Jake,� said Sam, smiling, �This is your lucky day. I�m the one
who didn�t kill you this time. Next time, my twin will descend on you like the
plagues of
Jake nodded,
as far as the knife up his nose allowed. �Yeah, I understand.� He looked up,
but Sam had already vanished.
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CHAPTER 64
�Hi Jack� or
Hijack
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The flight
took off on time at
They were
given drinks and snacks before they had even taken off and settled into their
seats with excitement for the first flight of their lives. The ladies serving
them explained that the seats converted into flat beds when they needed to
sleep, but they would show them how to set them up when the time came.
Before they
came away, the girls had met up a few times at the Clubhouse, and agreed on the
clothes they needed and other things they were taking with them. They�d heard
about Jake and his gang. All six had required hospital treatment. Lucy�s
prediction had been correct. They certainly looked at Sam in a new light with
respect, pride and a deep love for him as their protector. Once again� he�d looked after one of the members, one of
their family.
It had been a
rushed week, but they had got everything organised ready in the end. Dolly had
come up trumps organising the new group into going to
Celine had
broken her long silence. She had let him know that he, Ellie and Sylvia had all
been elected to the school board. He�d hardly seen her and certainly not spoken
to her since their last meeting. She�d waited until he was on his own, and come
to his workshop. They�d had a frank, but friendly chat over a mug of coffee.
She�d left reassured he wasn�t going to blackmail her in any way. The dynamics
of their relationship had altered though, and they both knew it. The fact that
this meeting had taken place here and not in her office demonstrated that. He
had let her know that Ellie Chambers was going to work full time as The Club
administrator and that he had employed Mrs. Dolly Brown, at his own expense, to
help with his janitorial duties, to free up his time needed to run The Club. He
told her Dolly had retired from her previous line of work. She said she had no
objection to them working on the school premises. He had then taken her up to
see the club rooms. She was impressed, remembering what this space had looked
like so recently. They parted as friends.
The plane
levelled out at it's cruising altitude of 38,000 feet, and the girls quickly
settled into their in flight entertainment of movies and video games. Sam
settled down into his seat. While they were at check-in, he had met someone
he�d known from his army days. They hadn�t been close. In fact Sam considered
him a waste of space. Quite a lot of space, as he was now rather obese. His
name was Jack Evans.
The man
recognising Sam from the next check-in line, smiled and called �Hi Sam, you off
to
A stupid
question really thought Sam, why else would I be in this queue. �Hi Jack, yeah.
What you up to these days?� He wasn�t really interested, but it seemed the
polite thing to ask.
Jack stepped
across the gap between the queues and conspiratorially said �I�m an air marshal
these days. Pays well, and I don�t have to do fuck all, except sit on my ass
and get served food all day by those pretty chicks.� He nodded to the end desk,
where the scarlet uniforms of the Virgin aircrew were waiting their turn.�
Four hours
later, the aircrew brought a meal round, which was really welcome, as they
hadn�t eaten for about eight hours, other than snacks. By now, the plane was in
international airspace, over the
Sam noticed
something odd. The �Trolley Dolly� who had been serving them their meal was
told by the senior flight attendant to move to another section of the aircraft.
She was clearly resentful about this unscheduled change. Sam knew the cabin
crew preferred working �up front�, it was a privilege.� She was replaced by a man on his direction. A
little later, the two men were speaking quietly together in the food preparation
area, curtained off from his view. It wasn�t what they said, although that was
unusual, it was the fact that they spoke in Pashto. Sam knew the language and
spoke it fluently. He�d learnt it in
�Ahmed,� the
senior man had asked, in the guttural tongue, �is everything prepared?�
�Yes,
Effendi,� came the answer, �all is ready.�
Sam assumed
they were talking about something in the catering, and thought no more about
it. It was just a jolt to him, as he hadn�t heard the language spoken since
leaving
�We take over
the plane in five minutes, Ahmed,� the older man said. �Tell Mohammed, Abdul
and Omar to be ready. Have they done what was asked of them?�
�Yes Effendi,
they extracted all the weapons from the food trolleys as you instructed. They
are now hidden in the rear galley.�
�Good,� he
replied �they know what is expected of them. God is great.�
Sam suddenly
remembered who the man was. One of the top men in the Afghanistan Taliban, Yasin Abdullah Al Hamazi. He also
had close links with
�We�ve got a
problem,� he said.
She smiled at
him, sipping her cocktail, wondering if one of the girl�s had been sick or
something. �What�s that Sam?�
�I think the
flight is about to be hijacked. Those two flight attendants were Afghans. They
were speaking Pashto, and were discussing when they take over the flight. What
the fuck do we do? We�ve got all these girls to look after.�
Sylvia knew
Sam was a man of crisis. If he was worried, then she was too. �Oh
Sam realised
he had the advantage of surprise. The hijackers thought no one knew their plan.
He guessed he had just under five minutes to prepare.
�Ok Sylvia,
warn the girls,� he said. �Tell them I need them to remain calm. No screaming.
If they panic, I may be distracted and that could be fatal. I know, tell them �Omnes pro uno, Unus pro omnibus.��
He quietly
left his seat, and moved back to the galley just behind them, where he�d heard
the men speaking. He looked for a weapon of some kind, but other than plastic
cutlery, there was precious little. Perhaps, he thought, if he remained hidden
in the curtained off area, he might be able to take one or two by surprise. It
was a bleak plan, but all he could think of. He decided he would have to await
events.
He didn�t have
to wait long. A heavily accented voice, speaking English came over the public
address system, a voice he recognised from propaganda broadcasts in the past,
as Hamazi. Sam assumed the man was talking from the crew
station further aft. �We are the Brothers of Islam. We have taken over the
plane. You will not be harmed if you do as we instruct you. We will tell the
world soon what we need. For now remain in your seats.�
There was a
pause, during which Sam heard some more talk in Pashto about getting connected.
Then the man�s voice spoke again in English, evidently transmitting beyond the
aircraft.� �We are the Brothers of Islam.
We are broadcasting to the world from the Virgin flight Number VS053. We have
taken control and unless our demands are met, one passenger will die every five
minutes. It is regrettable, in the meantime that we must demonstrate to you we
are serious. God is great.�
Sam eased the
edge of the curtain to one side, and could look down the starboard aisle. Two
men came out of the crew area, both holding handguns, one also held a camera,
both had removed their red Virgin Atlantic uniform jackets, and had put white keffiyehs on. They were the traditional headdress worn in
many Arab countries. They were wrapped in such a way that their faces were
covered, except for their eyes. A third man could be seen further aft, watching
the passengers there. Sam couldn�t see the port aisle, where he assumed the
other two hijackers were.
A few seconds
later, peering through his gap in the curtain, Sam saw two men walking towards
their section of the plane.� Both dressed
the same as the two men he�d seen earlier. Sam quickly inspected them. He could
see they were armed with handguns. One had a suppressor fitted. They wore
knives at their belts. Sam had seen their like many times. Enthusiastic
armatures. Some basic weapons training, then sent out to die in the name of
Allah. The leader, Hamazi he�d heard earlier was
different. He was another matter. He was a real killer, and clever with it. Sam
would be very careful how he handled him.
He feared they
were heading forward to kill two of the girls, but they stopped� at the front row of the section to their
rear. Without preamble, the man with the suppressed gun raised it and fired
twice. He moved his aim and fired twice again. The other man captured
everything on camera, sent live to an aghast world. Sam couldn�t see where the
shots landed, or who had been killed, but the screams coming from the horrified
passengers told him all he needed to know. Two of their number had just been
murdered.
Sam stood back
for a moment, thinking. He peered forwards to see how his Club girls were
handling this. Twelve anxious little girls were looking around the seats
towards the rear. Sylvia looked pale, but with a determined, angry look in her
face. She had her charges to look after, and Sam knew she would die doing so.
Sam caught sight of Sally, who�d seen him looking out, a question mark in her
face. He raised a finger to his lips, indicating silence, then tapped his
throat and pointed at her own gold chocker, then mouthed �Omnes
pro uno, Unus pro omnibus.�
She briefly touched the necklace and nodded understanding. He waved his hand
gently downwards, signalling for them to keep their heads low. She immediately
understood, and the word was being passed around his girls.
Moving back
behind the curtain, he peered aft again, through the gap in the curtain,
watching the movements of the terrorists. The older man said something to two
of the others, and waved them forwards. They started coming his way. One was in
the near aisle, and the other on the far side. They moved slowly, carefully,
observant. Sam timed his movement, and as the man passed the curtain, his hand
came out, round the back of the man�s head, over his mouth, and as he pulled,
his other hand went to the man�s temple, twisting up and back. He died without
a sound, falling into Sam�s arms and down to the floor, behind the curtain. Sam
took the suppressed gun, quickly checked it, stepped from the booth and as he
did so, pushed the aisle curtain closed. He raised the gun just as the man in
the far aisle appeared. Two bullets hit him in the side of the head. Sam knew
immediately they were sub sonic shots, hollow point. Lethal, but would not make
too much sound and more importantly, wouldn�t penetrate the aircraft fuselage.
He leapt
across to the other aisle, and pulled the dead man out of sight, then pushed
that curtain closed too. He knew he may only have seconds, so he dragged the
shot man back to the crew work station and propped him alongside his comrade.
Sam saw there were entry holes, no exit holes. They had at least brought the
right ammunition. Looking out again, he was really proud to see a row of his
girl�s faces, fully aware that he had just killed two men, but not screaming or
alerting the other terrorists in any way. He gave them a reassuring thumbs up.
He hoped at a
distance he might fool the other terrorists. One of the men, who he�d killed
first was roughly his build, perhaps he could pass as him. Leaning down, he
removed the head scarf and wrapped it around his own head, in a well practiced
way. Sam had done this a thousand times. Fortunately, he was wearing a white
shirt, similar to the Virgin uniform shirt worn by the dead terrorist. Taking
the two knives, he clipped them on his belt, checked the handgun for
ammunition, and peered out again. He pulled open the curtain and looked down
the aisle. One of the other gunmen was looking towards him. Sam waved nonchalantly
at him. There was a shrug, and the man turned away.
Sam needed to
know where all the other terrorists were. So, trying to look like he was
checking passengers in the manner the men had done, he walked a little way back
down the starboard aisle, to where the earlier shooting had taken place. Two
bodies lay slumped, covered in blankets. The surrounding passengers looking
ashen, frightened and fearfully at him.
At a glance,
Sam could see the remaining three terrorists were staggered down the aircraft.
Two in the far aisle, one, near the rear workstation on his side. Retreating
back, he moved to the port side and called. The man looked at him, questioning.
�What you want, Abdul,� he called, in Pashto, �You know what to do you have
been instructed, stay with the girls, The Effendi wants them used for the
demonstrations. One every five minutes. I know you, you�ll enjoy killing them.�
A chill went through Sam�s body on hearing these words.
�Come,� he
called, waving to the man, �I need your help for a minute.�
�What is it,�
he asked �can�t you just do as you are commanded? Oh, alright, I�m coming.�
Sam stood to
one side of the aisle, holding the edge of the curtain, which he slid across
behind the man as soon as he walked by. Hearing the movement, he turned slightly,
glancing at Sam, only to see the knife, too late, as it entered the side of his
head. In less than a minute, the third body joined his friends. Two more to go.
As he stepped out, he could see Hamazi looking
enquiringly down the aisle. He gestured to the man at the rear of the plane to
come forward. They exchanged words, and the man walked towards him, waving for
him to join them.
Not needing a
better opportunity, Sam walked towards him quickly. Hamazi
was unsighted by the man as Sam, now only two paces away brought up the gun and
shot him three times in the chest. As he dropped, Sam aimed and fired at Hamazi, who, seeing what had just happened, had stepped
towards the rear galley, but too late. He too was hit in the chest before he
disappeared from view. Sam stepped forward, and peering round the entry saw Hamazi was no threat now. Blood poured from his wound, a
trickle running from the corner of his mouth. His gun lying on the floor out of
reach. Sam picked it up and dropped it into the trash can.
Knowing that Hamazi held a goldmine of information, Sam hoped he could
keep him alive for interrogation. He moved to the public address microphone and
lifted it, unwrapping the keffiyeh from his head as
he did so. �Ladies and gentlemen. My name is Sam, I am ex special forces,
Sam was aware
that Jack had walked up the aisle as he spoke. He held a gun in his hand.
�Where the fuck was he when he was needed,� thought Sam.
�We cleaned
this one up pretty good, Sam,� said Jack, �nice job.�
�I don�t
recall you being around, Jack,� answered Sam, acidly, �so what�s with the
�we�?��
�Oh, I�ll� play my part,� he said, �I�ll be the hero.�
�How do you
work that one out,� asked Sam, genuinely puzzled. �You were in your seat the
whole time.�
Jack peered
round Sam, brought up his gun, and shot Hamazi in the
head. �I�m the one who killed one of the world�s most wanted terrorists.� He
smiled, knowing that�s how the media would see it, as well as his bosses.
�You fucking
moronic, stupid, imbecile Jack,� said Sam. �You just killed an unarmed, wounded
and disabled man who would have been the source of one of the greatest
terrorist intelligence goldmines this century. With him in custody, we might
have been able to wrap up the Afghan war years sooner than will now be the
case.�
Jack, now
looking uncertain, holstered his gun, muttered something under his breath, and
with far less confidence, shuffled back to his seat at the rear of the plane.
Sam waved over
one of the flight attendants. She was the one who had made so much fuss of his
girls earlier.
�What�s your
name,� he asked.
�Janine,� she
replied.
�Janine, could
you do two things for me? Firstly would you call the captain and confirm the
situation. When I spoke on the microphone just now, I could have been anyone. I
would like to go up and see him please and report what�s happened here. The
other thing, could you return to my group up front, and let them know what�s
happening, and make sure they�re OK. Talk to Sylvia. She�s looking after the
girls. Tell them I will be busy for a while, but I�ll see them as soon as I
can.� She moved away, as he called after her, �Thanks, Janine.�
Sam gave the
captain a concise and accurate report of the hijacking and his part in it. He
realised the captain would need to report the resolution to Virgin and the
authorities in Washington and Paris, who would need to give statements to the
press. He asked if there was a computer terminal connected to the internet he
could use to write up the report, which he knew they would demand of him.
Working as he did for the D.E.A., he had contact with the organisation, and
could file a report into the F.B.I., who would take it from there, passing it
to the C.I.A.�s anti terrorist unit, at
By the time he
had finished, an hour and a half had passed. The captain had been given
permission by French air traffic control to continue and proceed to Charles De
Gaulle aiport in
Sam returned
to the forward part of the aircraft. Suddenly he felt really hungry. As he
entered, he spoke to Janine, in the forward galley, and asked if she could fix
him something. As he stepped through the aisle curtain he walked into a barrage
of little girl cheering. But the word that he kept hearing again and again was
�Daddy, Daddy.� His girls all wanted to cuddle him and hug him. They knew he
had probably saved their lives that night, and yet he was just being himself,
like it happened every day.
Janine had
found some rib of beef somewhere and brought a trolley down. She told Sam that
Sir Richard Branson had contacted the captain and instructed him that whatever
Sam or his party wanted, it was on him. Sam, Sylvia and some of the girls
tucked into the food. It was the best in-flight food he�d ever tasted. He was
ravenous. Killing people was hungry work. Janine asked if they wanted a sweet.
Little girls being little girls, of course all wanted the lemon meringue pie
she offered them, and they cleared the lot.
As she was
clearing up, Sam beckoned to Janine, and she came over to him.
�How long till
we land?� he asked her.
�Just under
three hours,� she replied.
�Can I ask a
favour, Janine,� he said. �I haven�t slept yet, and I would appreciate getting
some rest before we arrive. I suspect I may have a long day tomorrow with the
press and police. Would you make sure no one comes down here and disturbs me? I
realise some passengers may want to come down and show their appreciation, but
I really need some sleep now.�
She nodded, �I
fully understand Sam,� she said, �you leave it with me, I�ll make sure no one
comes down here.� She put a reassuring hand on his arm. She gave him a little
squeeze, her fingers caressing him. A secret message passed. A wasted message;
at thirty years of age, she was twenty years too old for him.
In a few
minutes, the lights were doused, after Janine had prepared the beds for the
whole party. Sam moved to the screen curtain and checked to see no one was
near. He then stepped over to the workstation, and pulling the curtain aside,
stepped passed the three bodies and looked at the electrics panel. Finding what
he was looking for, he flicked a switch off labelled �video recorder, forward
passenger area�.
Sam had no
intention of getting any sleep. That was the last thing on his mind right now.
He had a promise to fulfil. But Sam also had his own dream he wanted to fulfil
too. He and Sylvia quietly told the girls what was going to happen and what
they needed to do. Quickly, they gathered up several blankets, and laid them on
the floor in front of the front seats, where there was a cross aisle about four
feet wide.
The girls all
paired off by age, as he�d asked, and got down to some serious mutual
stimulation. He wanted them all highly aroused, all on the point of cuming.
While they did that, he asked Jenny and Sophie to come and give him a special
cuddle. For the next ten minutes, the two seven year olds sat astride Sam.
Sophie with his cock in a classic hotdog in a bun grip between her labia,
moving back and forth, working herself up, and Jenny sitting on his face, his
nose stuck into her rosebud, her pussy being stimulated by his tongue. Both
quietly climaxed on him, their natural juices running from them, as they came.
After they had finished, he suggested they could either carry on together, or
watch what happened next, as they climbed off him.
�Right girls,
you know what to do. I have looked after Sophie and Jenny, so now I would like
you to come over in order of age, is that fair?� They looked at each other and
nodded, smiling. �So first will be Amber. Each of you will have five minutes.
You can decide which way to do it OK? Sylvia will keep watch, but afterwards, I
want each of you to look after her for five minutes too.�
Amber shuffled
onto the thick pile of blankets on the floor in front of Sam, and remained
kneeling. She indicated to Sam to sit in the middle seat. �It will take more
than five minutes to get into me, Daddy so is it alright if I give you a blow
job instead?� Well, Sam couldn�t believe his ears, an eight year old asking
permission to suck him!
Everyone by
now was naked, and surrounded the area, making sure they could see what
happened. He sat down as she�d asked and immediately, she came between his
knees and grasped his rampant cock and brought her mouth down to him. She
licked around his tip. Teasing him for a moment, before suddenly engulfing him.
He could feel her tongue searching under his tip for that sensitive spot she
now knew all about. Knowing she had just five minutes, and knowing that Lizzie
was timing everyone strictly, she leaned her head forward, took a deep swallow,
and dropped her face into his lap, pushing his cock far down her throat. She
paused just a moment, before lifting herself off him, sucking as hard as she
could, before dropping down again.
Sam couldn�t
believe what she was doing to him. He�d never last the five minutes, let alone
twelve different girls. She must, he decided, have taken some lessons from
Jasmine, because she was so much better at this than the last time she had
sucked him off a week or two back. What a fucking brilliant blow job.� She was stunning. She continued pressing hard
down, his cock forcing itself far into her throat, before lifting, almost
coming out of her lips, as she sucked as hard as she could, her tongue
continuously rubbing that spot underneath.
Sam was just
thinking he couldn�t last, he couldn�t hold back, when Lizzie called time up,
as she looked at her watch. Amber pulled up off him, dragging his crown along
her tight throat, giving him one last long hard suck, as his cock popped out of
her mouth.
He sat there
for a moment, coming down to earth a little, while Amber moved away, and
The next of
course was Mandy, and she had always liked it from behind, doggy style as she
called it. He�d heard her joke once about trying it with her neighbour�s dog.
He wondered if it had really been a joke, and if she had actually tried it.
Mandy was cuming
before he was fully in her. He could feel her vagina pulsing, spasming on his
crown, even as he pushed into her. The problem she had, and
Finally it was
Sally. He had promised her he would give her a �Mile High Fuck�.
�How would you
like it my darling Sally?� he asked her.
�Daddy,� she
whispered just loud enough for the circle of girls to all hear, �I would like
you to come on top of me, and make slow love to me. I want to feel you deep
inside me and just be yours. I want you to cum in me, I want to feel your sperm
inside me, making me warm.�
Sally lay on
the blankets, still warm from the recent bodies of her friends. There were damp
patches too, but she didn�t mind that.�
She pulled her heels up to her buttocks and parted her knees, holding
out her hands to Sam, as he came down onto her. He could see her light sparse,
pubic hair shining silver in the dimmed lighting. It reminded him of her
induction, the way it seemed to sparkle. His weight on his knees and elbows. It
didn�t take him more than a few seconds to penetrate her. She was so aroused
with anticipation, Lizzie�s lesbian attention while the others were getting
their turn and watching everyone climaxing together during the last hour, and
Sam was so damp with pre-cum, he had slipped into her in one slow pass.
He pulled
back, and pressed again, soon picking up a gentle rhythm. She wanted him to
make love, not just have sex. They both understood this and both wanted the
same.
�Let me take
all of your weight Daddy,� she said. �I want to feel you pressing down on me.�
He lowered himself a little. �No, not like that,� she complained, �I want your
whole weight on me, I want to feel you. Please.�
He reluctantly
pushed his legs out straight, and curled his hands under her back, cupping her
shoulders. His whole weight was now pressed to her body. �You OK?� he asked.
�Yes,� she
replied, �It�s what I want. Please fuck me nicely Daddy.�
Sam couldn�t
thrust as he had before, so he curled his hips, allowing his cock to slide in
and out of her a couple of inches. He was bumping her cervix each time he
thrust, sending the most wonderful feelings coursing through her. She met his
thrusts in counterpoint, but still the movement was only about three inches.
The wonderful feeling Sam got from his cock sliding in and out of this eleven
year old paled into insignificance compared to the warmth he felt through his
whole body from the love he felt for and received from this girl, as they
looked deep into each other�s eyes.
This was so
compelling. The whole group had fallen silent. They knew, like the night of
Sally�s induction, something special was happening. They continued their small,
but so sensuous movements. Sally curled her legs around Sam�s body,
interlocking her feet behind him.
Finally, Sam
felt the tell tale signs of his impending orgasm. His scrotum tightened, the
underside of his cock felt tingly and sensitive, followed by his crown and then
he burst into her, exploding in torrent after torrent of pent up emotion, love,
adrenaline and pure passion. His love for this girl, the events of the hijack,
fucking the other eleven before her and her passion for him all contributed to
make this utterly sensational. Sam didn�t know how long it went on for. His
semen seemed to have no end, as he blasted into her again and again. He was
aware that Sally was calling out �Daddy, Daddy, oh yes my Daddy� in a loud
whisper, causing Lizzie to put her hand over her friend�s mouth so she wouldn�t
be heard. His pulses went on and on. Then his mini pulses, as he called them
followed for several minutes. In the end, they were both sated, exhausted and
in love. They were reluctant to separate, but knew they must.
Sam took his
weight off the girl, and lifted himself from her. As he pulled away, Sylvia was
ready for one of the biggest feasts he�d ever given her, as she lowered her
lips to Sally�s vagina, and started to suck and lick. Both the girl and the
teacher started making noises suggesting their climactic delight was going to
continue for a minute or two yet. He heard a giggle from Lizzie. He looked at
her. She grinned. �That was a forty fiver, Sam, Sally now holds the record,
again, for the most �oh
There was now
only an hour and a half before landing, so they bedded down to sleep the best
they could. Sam, from years of experience in the forces, was asleep as soon as
his head hit the pillow. He was still in a deep sleep when the announcement
over the address system said they were descending, and to please return to
their seats and switch off electronic equipment. Janine had come round a little
earlier and seeing Sam so obviously in an exhausted sleep decided she would let
him be. He could remain like that until they had landed. It breached
regulations, but in his case, she knew she could make an exception. She
couldn�t help noticing though that his sheet had slipped from him, and she
could see the huge bulge in his boxers. She could see a damp patch. Thinking
inappropriate thoughts, she sighed wistfully, before she continued with her
duties. She would have loved to thank him properly for what he had done for
them all that night.
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Bonjour
Monsieur.
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The aircraft
taxied to the main terminal. Priority had been given to them, and they came in
to dock at gate 001. The Choices group was asked to exit the plane first, and
were directed along a different lane from the rest of the passengers. It was
clearly a
The president,
realising his discomfort said, �Je suis d�sol� Monsieur, mais je dois
vous remercier personnellement.� Sam, with his gift for languages spoke
fluent French. What was said was, �I am sorry, Monsieur, but I have to thank
you personally.� He took Sam by the elbow to a corner where they would not be
overheard. �Monsieur Sam, you have done
The president
and Sam returned to the assembled throng and they chatted with the girls and
Sylvia.
The president,
who had been talking animatedly to Sylvia for a few minutes, as Sam had chatted
to Mme. Macron, came over. He put one arm around his wife�s shoulder and the
other around Sam�s.
�Monsieur,
Sam,� he said in delight, �I understand there is a little service we can
perform for you while you are here in
�Bon, Bon,� he
continued, �It would give me and my wife,� he nodded to the lady, �great
pleasure, Monsieur Sam, if you would permit me to make the Palais
de l'�lys�e available to you for the ceremony. It is
only a small gesture, but one which would give me great pleasure. Please say
you will accept. We will also, how you say, throw a little party, no?�
Sylvia was
beaming from ear to ear. Her hero of a future husband was being courted by the
head of state, and had been asked for her to be married in the presidential
home. She was so thrilled, she almost felt like fucking him, almost. A date was
set four days hence. Sam let slip it would also be his birthday. The president
instructed one of his aides to coordinate the arrangements with their hotel
manager. It was still early in the day, but Macron had a tight schedule, and he
and his wife departed. As he left, he instructed the senior police Gendarme
present to ensure that they delayed Sam to the absolute minimum in taking his
statement about the hijacking. They had a copy of Sam�s written statement
already, so it only needed Sam to clarify, in French, any points they needed
more information about. The gendarme agreed he would call at the hotel later.
All their luggage, in it�s distinctive shades of blue Club colours, had been
collected for them and sent on ahead to the hotel.
And so it was
they travelled, with a police escort of two motorcycle outriders to the hotel.
Sam had finally selected the Ritz Hotel, as they were able to provide a suite
of rooms large enough for the whole party, rather than having several separate
rooms. As they pulled up, the media scrum was waiting for them outside the same
doors the paparazzi had waited on that fateful night in 1997 when Princess
Diana was killed. Sam had thought this through and decided that he would grasp
the nettle. As Sylvia escorted the children into the reception, he waited a
moment, before announcing he would speak to the hotel management and ask if
they could make a meeting room available for a press conference in, say, one
hour�s time. And if they would be so kind as to allow him to get washed and
changed, he would be happy to answer all of their questions then. If they would
care to have a drink in the meantime, he would join them shortly.
Going up to
the rooms, Sam was amazed at the quality of the furnishings. So much gold leaf,
ornate curtains, twelve feet high, carpet you could sink into. The bathrooms
had swimming pools, not baths, at least that�s what Vicky said.
There were six
smaller bedrooms leading from the main suite, each containing two double beds,
plus a master bedroom which contained two beds so big, Sylvia wondered where
they started and where they finished. The girls had quickly found the beds to
be fantastic trampolines, as they all bounced up and down on them. He wandered
over to the open window, the sultry heat from the city drifting in on him, the
net curtains wafting in the gentle breeze, and early morning sunlight. He
looked down into the square. The Place Vendome, with
tapered corners, looked more like an octagon. In the centre, the monument of
the Vend�me Column, made at the command of Napoleon,
it was said, from the melted cannons captured after the battle of
He took a
shower, while Sylvia organised the girls with their unpacking. Pairs were each
allocated a room. She made sure they knew that wherever they slept, they made
enough mess to suggest to the hotel maids that they had actually slept in their
own beds. They got the message.
The TV was on
in a corner, no one avidly watching it, as none of the girls could speak
French, until Karen retuned into
The report
continued, �The hero, who according to other passengers, was an ex-special
forces Afghanistan veteran Sam Pottuleniovskyinsky,
always called, it is understood at his own insistence, just Sam. He is a holder
of two Silver Stars, a Purple Heart and the Medal of Honor
having twice saved comrades during active service overseas, and is already
tipped to be awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom, for his actions last
night. As the destination was
As the weather
report came on, the girls gaped at one another. Their Sam had done all those
things. They knew he�d done something special last night, but exactly what,
until now, they hadn�t been told. Their Sam, their Daddy. At that moment, Sam
came out of the bathroom, naked as the day he was born, rubbing his hair with a
towel.
�What?� he
asked, �Haven�t you ever seen a man naked before?� Every girl was staring at
him as if he had two heads and green skin.
It was Sally
who broke their silence. �Daddy, when did you get your Medal of Honor?�
Sylvia had
come back in at that moment, and heard her question.
�What was
that,� she asked, �Medal of Honor?�
�Oh, yeah,� he
said, embarrassed, �I got to go to the White House some years back. I was still
in the wheelchair then. Nice little sparkler that. I�ll show it to you some
time.�
�Sam,� Sylvia
gasped, �A Medal of Honor, and you never thought to
mention it to anyone. And now last night, you saved over three hundred lives,
and you talk as if you were going to change a light bulb for Mrs. Prentice. My
�My planet, as
you call it,� he said, steadily, �only consists of the people I love, and most
of them are in this room, right now. What do I need to prove to any of you to
show I love you? A Medal doesn�t add to that. How could it?�
�God almighty,
Sam,� she said, coming over to hug him, �What am I going to do with you, you
great goof?�
�You see,� he
grinned around the room, �there we go again, not even married yet and it�s nag,
nag, nag.�� He pretended he didn�t see
the pillow coming which hit him on the head, starting a pillow fight among the
girls, as Sam quietly left to dress and go to the news conference.
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The news
conference was much as he had expected it would be. The first few minutes was
taken with the local Prefect of Police acting on instructions from the
president outlined the parameters of the conference, followed by a statement
from Sam explaining what had occurred on the flight and his part in it. He also
explained that he was here leading a party of schoolgirls with another teacher
on an educational vacation trip to include a few days in
�We
understand,� came one question towards the end, �that it is your birthday on
Thursday and you are to be married. Is this correct, Monsieur Sam?�
He confirmed
this.
�What would
you like for your birthday?� was the next question.
�There�s no
need to buy me anything,� he quipped, �but I appreciate the thought.� They all
laughed. �Well, we have planned a lovely trip here,� he continued, �getting
married and seeing the sights. I guess that�s my present.�
�I understand
your Club of girls has over twenty members,� the Paris Match journalist asked,
�but only twelve are here, pourquoi �a?�
�It is a shame
the rest of our group, another ten pupils couldn�t be here,� answered Sam, �but
we were too late to organise passports and visas for them, so they will be
taking a trip to Orlando in a couple of days with their mothers. The mothers of
the group who are here have all flown to
�This is an
expensive trip,� the Paris Match man asked, �n'est-ce
pas?�
�It is
indeed,� said Sam, looking at his watch and glancing at the Prefect of Police.
�We will make this the last question. We are a charitable club, funded by
donations from benefactors. It was established to advance the education and
wellbeing of underprivileged girls from single parent families, who had
potential, but were unlikely to achieve it. The Club funds these trips. If
anyone wishes to make donations to the foundation, we would be only too happy
to hear from you.� He glanced again at the Gendarme, who nodded. �If that is
all ladies and gentlemen, we hope to visit the
Returning to
the suite, Sam found Sylvia just putting the phone down hastily. He didn�t miss
much and wondered for a moment who she had been speaking to. She had organised
the girls into clothes suitable for a day of sightseeing. All of them were
dressed in Club colours, sneakers, hoodie tops, sweat
leggings. Each had a tiny backpack for their belongings.
On his way
back from the conference he had called at reception and asked if they could
arrange a mini-bus to take them to the
Sam pulled out
one of The Club choker necklaces from his pocket, and showed it to the
assistant behind the counter, who looked as old as the company he worked for.
He put his loupe to his eye, and inspected the markings on the reverse, nodding
approvingly. �Fine work this, Monsieur,� he said �fine work. Made by Hancocks in
Sam nodded.
�Yes, I just came for a vacation and seem to have caused a stir.�
�Well
Monsieur, My name is Claude,� the old man said, looking him in the eye, as he
once more shook his hand, �and
The conversation
drifted on to what Sam had come in for. He needed three rings, two wedding
bands, and an engagement ring and a special watch. There was a fabulous range
of diamond rings, which was displayed before him. He chose a beautiful three
diamond ring, set in platinum. Next he looked at the wedding bands, and chose
two which matched the engagement ring. One a wider, thicker ring for himself
and the other, much finer for Sylvia. Claude advised him that the ring size for
Sylvia could be adjusted if it didn�t fit exactly.
Finally, he
looked at the watch casements. Almost immediately, he saw what he was looking
for. It was circular, in white gold, with a ring of small diamonds surrounding
the face, white panel with Roman numerals. He asked Claude if it were possible
to have a band made to fit it, in a similar style to the choker he had brought
with him.�
Claude
clucked, and sucked his toothless gums, and his face still down, glanced up at
Sam over his steel rimmed glasses and said, �Monsieur, normally I would have
said �no�, but for you, I will see what we can do. It is possible, I think. You
wish the band to be engraved with the Alexander Dumas motto in latin?�
Sam confirmed
this. He paid for the rings, which Claude insisted were wrapped meticulously by
a young lady employed for the purpose, and left to join the rest of his group.
Sam had many
strengths, but enjoyment of heights wasn�t one of them. The girls all found it
very funny when they descended to the 1st landing, to have a bite to eat in the
restaurant, they came across the, now famous, glass floor, and he refused to
walk across it. The girls all had no such problem, and took it in turns to lie
down, and take selfies with their phones 200 feet
from the ground below. After lunch, they walked over the river, a few hundred
yards away, and entered the Jardins du Trocad�ro, a beautiful park
with water gardens aligned with the Tower.
Sam was
recognised by quite a lot of people as they toured around. They weren�t mobbed.
People just came up and shook his hand, and spoke a few words to him. Sylvia
and the girls glowed and smiled at Sam�s blushing modesty. The girls felt so
proud of their �Daddy�, as they all now seemed to call him. Secretly he loved
it. Next, they walked along the
Karen looked
at it, and without any giggling, she looked at Sam and said, �You know, Daddy,
it reminds me of you and me when we first kissed.�
�I hope not,�
said Sam, grinning, �In the story, they were both killed by her husband, and
ended up in Dante�s Inferno. �If you�re interested, the marble original is in
the Tate Gallery in
Sam knew the Louvre was so big, it would bore the girls if they spent
too long there in one visit, so they bought passes for the whole week, with the
intention of visiting several times for a short while. Passing through the
entrance, they all looked in awe at the huge glass and steel pyramid, with the
three smaller ones around it. Sam thought about the conspiracy, outlined in Dan
Brown�s book the Da Vinci Code and smiled to himself.
The inverted pyramid beneath was impressive too. Was Mary Magdalene interred
beneath it? Who could say?
They saw the
Mona Lisa, Eug�ne Delacroix�s Liberty Leading the
People, Michelangelo�s Dying Slave, Winged Victory of Samothrace,
and many, many more. When they came to the painting Gabrielle d�Estr�es and Her Sister, Vera pointed to it and said,
�Look, she�s pinching her sister�s nipple.� And in a quieter voice, �You like
us to do that, Miss. P., don�t you?� The girls around all giggled.
Sam knew the
girls would be jet lagged. They�d had a sleepless, adrenaline filled night, so
they came out of the Louvre after just an hour and
walked down to one of the Bateaux Mouches pontoons on
the river. They were in good time for the craft they had booked in the hotel,
and cruised up and down the
Returning to
the hotel, Sam ordered a Magnum of Veuve Clicquot as they collected their keys. The receptionist
never blinked when he requested fourteen glasses. Children drinking modest
amounts of alcohol in
They all put
away their little rucksacks and souvenirs they�d bought, before returning to
the main salon, where Sam was now pouring the wine, just delivered by room
service. When everyone had a glass, he raised his hand. They all knew Sam well
enough to know this would be an announcement. All Sam�s announcements were
interesting.
�First of
all,� he said, a little pompously, �I would like to offer a toast to the
Choices Club and all it�s members, whether here or at home. May it blossom and
grow. To The Club.�
The toast was
echoed, and the girls tasted their first champagne. Several said it tickled
their noses, as it fizzed in their mouths. They all enjoyed the taste. They
knew it was expensive, and a treat.
�The next
toast,� he continued, �is to our trip to
After the
toast, Sam raised his glass again. �The last toast is for something I should
have done before. I would like to propose a toast to Miss. Sylvia Charlotte
Annabel Ponsonby-Smyth, whom I love. I want to ask
her to be my wife, and to have my babies.�
No one drank,
but as they all turned to Sylvia, who had teared up,
with a smile, her unsteady hand holding her glass. She finally said, �I�ll
drink to that.�
They all
raised their glasses and took another mouthful. Resting his glass on the table,
Sam put his hand in his pocket, and drew out the little box, wrapped in the
unmistakable Cartier paper. He pulled the ribbon, loosening the red bow, and
finally clicked open the little box inside. Taking the diamond ring out, he
surprised them all, by going down on one knee and said �Sylvia, my darling,
would you consent to be my wife?�
By now, the
tear had slipped down her cheek, as she, not trusting her voice, nodded. He
reached over, and taking her left hand, slipped the ring onto her finger. It
was a perfect fit. Sylvia was surrounded by the girls, all wanting to look at
the ring and it�s three big diamonds.
She came
across, and threw her arms around Sam�s chest, and kissed him long and passionately,
their tongues intertwining. Their girls all surrounded them, clinging onto them
in a group hug.
�Well that�s
got that out the way,� he quipped, as they sat down around the room, sipping
the wine, savouring the effects it had on them, and enjoying their first night
in Paris together. They knew he had planned this evening, and his comment was
seen in the light it was intended. They smiled happily at each other. It was an
evening they would remember.
�Am I allowed
to make a wish?� asked Sam.
They all
stopped and looked at him. Sam so rarely made wishes. They nodded in unison.
�I would like
to wish that while we are all together, alone, just us, here, in our suite,
that we always close the curtains, lock the door and treat it like The Club
rooms. You know, where dress is optional.� There was a cheer, as all the girls
started pulling off their clothing at a great rate. In less than ten seconds,
twelve little piles of clothes were dotted around on the floor. Sam and Sylvia
followed suit.
After all the
excitement of the previous night and their long jet-lagged day, they settled
into the seats and turned on the TV, still tuned into
He settled
down on one of the long settees, and almost immediately, Vera came and sat
astride him, her back leaning against his chest. Her long dark hair acting as a
cushion between them. She lifted herself up a little and reached down, taking
his now long tumescent cock in her hands, and rubbed it along her cleft.
Vera despised
the person she had once been. The obese sweating bully. The things she had done
to Sally, who was now her closest friend, appalled her now. Everything was
better, because of Sam. She knew she was now beautiful and would one day make
something of herself. Giving her body to him was a joy to her and she really
hoped, to him.
She knew it
was her turn next, and had anticipated this, so was very aroused already. His
cock was already leaking pre-cum, so as she moved his tip back and forth, she
could feel her cleft opening up, as she became more engorged, and he, harder.
She leaned forward a little, and pressed herself down onto him. He slipped into
her, as she lowered herself, settling back, leaning against him. This was how
he liked to watch television, not moving, his cock impaled deeply into one of
his girls, savouring the feel for perhaps an hour or two, before succumbing to
the needs his cock demanded of him. As he sat there, his cock squeezed
exquisitely inside her tight vagina, he remembered that first time, when he�d
blackmailed her and Vicki into letting him fuck them, and how their fat, sweaty
bodies, had been anything but sexy back then. So different to how they both
were now.
Sophie and
Jenny had waited their moment and now climbed up onto the seat, one either side
of him. Sophie took his hand and put a large dollop of KY jelly onto his middle
finger, as she squeezed the tube, before handing it over to Jenny for her to
follow suit. The two girls nestled� into
the crooks of his arms, their little heads leaning against his chest, as his
strong arms encircled them, arms they�d both seen kill those men only
yesterday, to save their lives, his palms on their tummies. He was careful not
to smear them with the jelly on his fingers. At the same time, both the seven
year olds lifted their feet towards their bottoms, and parted their knees. Sam
cupped their firm, prominent mounds, and allowed his fingers to dip into their
clefts, pushing downwards, towards their vaginas, the source of his greatest
desire, little girl pussy. Finally, he very carefully and gently pushed his
fingers into each of their entries. They dilated slightly, as he sank little by
little into them. Jenny wasn�t a virgin, so he knew she had no hymen, but Sophie
was, and Sam didn�t want to hurt her in a thoughtless way, even though,
unbeknown to him, she desperately wanted him to.
Vera, without
movement, was now leaning back on him, his cock pushing her cervix inwards, the
palms of her hands pressing to her belly, feeling him in her; Jenny and Sophie
cuddling into his sides, his middle fingers pushed far into their vaginas, the
three settled for the evening. The other girls were sitting in pairs around the
room, all caressing each other in a somnolent way. This was no lesbian orgy.
They just found peace, comfort and tranquillity in each other�s presence, and
caressing each other added to this. They were finding it hard to stay awake now
They had
switched to CNN. Almost the entire news was occupied with the foiled hijacking
of the night before, by the Brothers of Islam group, their aims objectives, how
the attack had failed and the part Sam had played. It was understood Mme.
Macron, the French president�s wife, travelling privately, had been aboard, and
her bodyguards had been the only two passengers killed. Speculation was
mounting as to how the terrorists had known she was aboard, and who her
security men had been.
The report
then focussed on who this Sam Pottuleniovskyinsky
was. The reporter, who had spent an hour earlier in the day trying to memorise
his horrendous name, jokingly said, �I am sure you will excuse me if I refer to
him from now on as just Sam.� The girls giggled. Even they couldn�t pronounce
his name.
They went on
to explain that Sam, a retired sergeant from the army, had served two tours of
duty in
Due to his
injuries, Sam spent many months in a wheel chair, being invalided out of the
army as a result, and it was thought he would remain disabled for life. Because
of his injuries he was awarded a Purple Heart, which he received on the same
day as his Medal of Honor at the White House. It is
noted by this reporter, that Sam was never recommended for an award for his
gallantry in saving his C.O., as Captain Bandon was so badly injured himself,
he was unable to do so. Sadly, Captain Bandon, working for the D.E.A., was
recently killed on duty. Sam has since adopted Captain Bandon�s two daughters,
who were travelling with his party yesterday. It has been suggested that Sam
should receive the highest recognition for his valour last night, but no longer
being in the military is ineligible for the Medal of Honor,
but this reporter humbly suggests a retrospective citation could be submitted
for his actions on the day of the I.E.D. for such an award.�
�Sam now works
as a janitor and fitness instructor for the school he himself attended as a
child. He has been active, for several years, in taking children on outdoor
pursuit camping trips. Recently, he formed a charitable foundation, known as
The Choices Club for single parent, disadvantaged girls attending his school,
aimed at improving their chances of getting into a college, and financing them
when they are there. It was while escorting some of these girls to
�We understand
from reports we have gathered, and what Sam described to us this morning at a
press conference, that he managed, without weapons of any sort, to overcome and
kill one of the hijackers. Thus arming himself with his gun. He was then able
to overpower and kill the others, thus saving the lives of all the passenger
hostages, who they had threatened to kill one at a time at five minute
intervals until their demands were met. What these demands were hasn�t become
clear, but is understood to relate in some way to the middle east peace
negotiations.�
As the TV
report continued, Vera, realised Sam was reacting to it, because she could feel
his cock, swelling, getting bigger and bigger. She moved her hips slightly
forward and back in tiny movements, clenching her pussy, again and again, at
the same time. She could feel him responding. His breathing became shorter, and
his heart beat against her back increased a little. She looked each side, to
see both Sophie and Jenny were asleep, but she could also see his hands moving
ever so slightly, as he felt deep inside the two young children.
Sam suddenly
exploded inside her. Vera was caught a little by surprise. Usually she would
feel the signs, hear the grunts and moans, followed by the �oh
Sam, although
he needed little sleep, thought it was time they went to bed. The clock showed
it was still early, but the girls� body clocks were nine hours behind, and
they�d had very little sleep since leaving home. He looked across to Sylvia,
who was cuddling her two prot�g�s,
Being careful
not to disturb them, he gently pulled his fingers out of the seven year olds�
pussies, before helping Vera off him, by lifting her up under her armpits.
Cupping her pussy with the fingers of one hand, holding back the flow of semen,
she ran into the bathroom.��
One by one,
Sam lifted and carried the naked girls, still sleeping, through to the bedroom,
and lay them onto the beds, side by side, six in one, five in the other. Sally
was still awake, and helped by pulling the bed covers down as he laid each girl
down, then lifting the covers over the sleeping children. He gently shook
Sylvia awake, and guided her in her sleepy state to her bed, where she curled
up amidst a tangle of little girl arms and legs, and fell into a deep restful
sleep.
Sally and Sam
looked into each others� eyes. No words were needed. Each knew the other too
well now. Her induction had transmogrified Sally, making a new person of her.
Last night, in the plane, something new had happened. They both felt it, as if
they were now one person in two bodies. They understood each other without
words, they loved each other beyond measure, without condition. Whatever the
one desired, the other would provide.
Switching the
lights out, hand in hand, they entered the bedroom. They each knew this was
something special. Not for the sex or lust or any other carnal desire, but for
love, for each other, for a consummation of their total devotion to one
another. Climbing from the foot of the bed, he lay in the centre,� three girls on one side, two on the other.
His adoptive daughters, Emily and jenny, immediately either side of him,
unconsciously rolled in to cuddle into his sides. Sally looked at him for a
moment, her contented smile now almost a permanent feature on her beautiful
face. God she loved him.
Sally climbed
up, like Sam, from the foot of the bed, and with her knees either side of his
hips, cuddled into his chest. She needed him inside her. She didn�t think she
needed to cum, she had done that many times at Lizzie�s fingertips already. It
wasn�t for his release, for Vera had looked after him, as she knew she would.
This was something far deeper, primeval in nature. She couldn�t define it; it
just had to be. Like eating and drinking and breathing were essential to life,
so was he now essential to her. She knew she couldn�t live without him in her
life.
She wriggled
slightly, getting comfortable, before reaching down to his tumescent cock,
pressing into her belly. Lifting slightly, she pushed him down to her entry,
her damp, willing, waiting entry. He was so slippery and so slick, he slipped
into her in one long slow easy pass. Both felt as if they were coming home, as
if without the other something was missing.
They commenced
a slow, very slow, hip curling movement, as his cock gently bounced off her
cervix deep within her. Oh, how she loved the feel of him there, the sensations
it produced, rippling throughout her body. She lifted her face to his, and kissed
him deeply, their tongues intertwining, gently, lovingly.
Suddenly, she
heard the voices again. At first indistinct, but voices never-the-less.
Instinctively, she knew they were only in her head, but real enough even so.
She�d heard them last night in the plane and last week during the auditions,
telling her who should be the new Club Members. She would know those voices
better in the years to come. They told her what she must do now, and they would
be with her and Sam, throughout this special night, guiding them, giving them
strength. A revelation. In the pale light of the room, her silver hair
sparkled.
�Daddy,� she
whispered, �tonight has become very special to me. One day I will be able to
explain. But for now, can I make a wish?�
�Yes of course
my darling,� he said. �Anything you want, just name it.�
�Would you
make love to me, tonight?� she asked.
�But I am,� he
replied, puzzled.
�No, Daddy�
she said, �You don�t understand, I mean make love to me, all night. Until
dawn.�
�If that�s
what you would like,� he whispered �that�s what you will have.� Sam knew he was
a p�dophile, but sex with this one girl, this
wonderful person, transcended all of that. He knew their relationship was of a
different nature entirely. He reluctantly had to acknowledge, to himself, for
this girl, he would do anything.
Through the
course of that long night of lovemaking, Sally came so many times, she lost
count. She came with him, she came on her own, she came in her sleep, she came
in her dreams. Dreams when her voices whispered to her, Dreams of making love
to the one person she loved in the world more than life itself. Cuming, cuming,
sleeping, dreaming and cuming again, feeling him cum, before she came yet
again, all merged into one. Sally knew her Daddy had cum in her five or six or
seven times, perhaps more. He may have cum when she slept. She didn�t know for
sure, it no longer mattered. They weren�t having sex, they were making love.
Never once did his cock leave her. He was stiff throughout the night. Sometimes
she slept, sometimes she knew he�d slipped into a short deep sleep himself, but
never did she feel he had stopped making love to her. Throughout the night, he
noticed her silver hair glittered. It wasn�t reflected light, there wasn�t any.
It must have been his eyes playing tricks.
It seemed so
soon, when she heard the birds through the open window, heralding the dawn,
that now she wished wouldn�t come. She rested her face on his chest again,
hearing his heart beat, hearing his gentle breathing, as he only now, having
fulfilled her wish, fell into a deep, deep sleep he so deserved. She didn�t
want to disturb him, so she remained as still as she could, hoping not to wake
him. She too fell asleep. He�d fulfilled her wish, but she had also been guided
by her voices. They had told her they wanted them to be as one. They needed
Sally and Sam to unite for a whole night.
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It was some
hours later, Sally slowly became aware of Sylvia gently shaking her awake.
Sally clenched, and realised he was still deep inside her.
�I�m sorry
Sally darling, but you�ve got to get dressed. It�s
�What�s the
rush?� he asked, slowly lifting Sally�s hips, so he could slide from her. �Is
the hotel on fire?�
�No, silly,
but we have to hurry. Brigitte Macron is coming over. She wanted to thank us
for saving her life, and suggested she take us as her guest to
Brigitte
Macron arrived in a small bus, in government livery, with two police motorcycle
outriders. They settled in for the forty minute drive, looking at the
�Grand
children?� asked Sylvia, �surely not, you are too young.�
�Mais oui,� she laughed, �I am
older than you think. I am sixty five now. My husband is forty. I had children
with my first marriage.�
�I hope you
don�t think I�m forward,� gasped Sylvia, �but you are so beautiful, so young
looking.�
Brigitte
laughed, �At least you are more polite than your Mister Trump. He said I was in
�great shape�. I suppose he meant it as a compliment.� They chuckled together.
Across the
aisle, Sam sat next to Brigitte�s security man, whose name, Sam learned was
�I, am sorry,�
said Sam truthfully. �If I had been quicker, perhaps they would have lived.�
�No Monsieur,�
said
�Army?� asked
Sam.
�Oui Monsieur,� said Pierre, �Foreign Legion. Ten years.
The two
exchanged war stories for the rest of the journey. It turned out they had one
or two acquaintances in common. It was rare for Sam to be able to speak to
anyone truly who understood what he had been through, and he enjoyed
On their
arrival, they were directed by a waiting guide in red livery to an area signed�
�entr�e interdite�, and found themselves inside the
palace without having to queue through the public entrance. Their guide took
them all around the huge building, both in�
the public and closed areas. The highlight, of course, was the hall of mirrors,
or Galerie des Glaces with
it�s seventeen mirror-clad arches that reflect the seventeen arcaded windows
that overlook the gardens. They spent, as many tourists do, much time admiring
this wonder of light and space, built back in 1678, when glass was as valuable
as gold. Their guide explained that after the First World War, almost exactly
one hundred years ago, in this very room, the formal Treaty of Versailles was
signed.
Knowing that
young children have a limited attention span, the guide took them outside to
the magnificent gardens, and explained how the Sun King, Louis XIV had
developed the terraces, lakes, fountains and wider landscape with a personal
interest. The guide also took them to a childrens� play area, where they amused
themselves for twenty minutes on the swings and roundabouts, before moving on
again.
Before they
were half way around, Sam noticed Sylvia was walking arm in arm with Brigitte.
They were clearly hitting it off. Talking about weddings, no doubt. The
president�s wife was obviously well known and loved by the French, as she was
greeted with great respect everywhere they went. Sam too kept being recognised,
and found his new found fame difficult. The girls had no such problem, and
exulted and revelled in the reflected glory and attention that he brought them
as they walked round the wonderful palace and gardens.
The guide
pointed into the distance. �Sixty Kilometres in that direction,� he said, �is
the
�Can we see
the carriage?� asked Sam.
�No Monsieur,�
he replied, bitterly, �Les Allemands, The Germans,�
Sam thought he was going to spit on the floor, �they took it away in 1940. It
was destroyed in an air raid later in the war.�
Returning to
the main building, lunch was served to them in some private apartments, above
the Hall of Mirrors, with wonderful views, overlooking the fabulous gardens.
After the starter had been served and then consumed at break-neck speed by all
the girls, Vicky said, �Please Madame Brigitte, that was delicious. I have
never had that before, what was it please?�
Brigitte
smiled, knowing what reaction she was going to get, when she explained it was
frog�s legs. However, she was very surprised, when many of the girls nodded,
and said how much they had enjoyed it and would like to try them again while
they were in
�Yes Sally,�
answered Brigitte, who had heard from Sylvia about the child�s amazing musical
ability, �that is an harpsichord. It is four hundred years old. Do you play the
piano, Sally? Would you like to try playing an harpsichord?�
Sally was
overwhelmed. The beautiful instrument was entirely covered in gold leaf, it
glittered in the sunlight streaming through the tall, elegant, windows. She had
never seen anything quite so beautiful. On her electric keyboard at home in the
trailer, she could switch the sound to �harpsichord�, and had practiced one or
two pieces with it, but she never dreamt she would ever play a real one, nor
one so special.
As Sally
walked over to the golden harpsichord, and she lifted the keyboard lid, she
noticed the keys were all reverse coloured, the notes black and sharps and
flats white. She settled onto the stool. Thinking for a moment about what to
play, she remembered the theme for the game Warcraft,
Gilneas 1 was played with an harpsichord, and for the
next few minutes, entranced everyone with her rendition of this difficult
piece. While she played, she was completely immersed in a world of her own. As
she finished, she was enveloped in a wave of applause. Looking up, she noticed
not only were all her friends clapping, but about twenty or thirty
�
During the
afternoon, they rented some bikes and toured the grand park and afterwards went
on the canal in a boat. Sam realised Brigitte was enjoying the day every bit as
much as they were.
While they
were cycling along, some time later, Brigitte came adjacent to Sam, and said,
�You are a naughty man. I must, how you say, tell you off.�
�What have I
done?� asked Sam innocently.
�In two days,�
she scolded, �you are to be married to a beautiful woman, but you didn�t warn
her. She has nothing to wear. In
Sam knew he
was out of his comfort zone now, and kept quiet.
�This is what
we do,� she commanded, �tomorrow, I understand you go to Disney, yes? With the
girls.� He nodded. �Bon, I will send a driver to your hotel, to collect my
friend Sylvie. We go shopping. I know where to take her. She will just need
your credit card. This is my punishment to you. She will, how you say, hurt you
in the wallet.� Brigitte grinned at him. Sam knew he liked this woman of
spirit. She was the woman behind the man, and Macron, he already knew, would be
a great president.
�I love your
lady, Monsieur Sam,� simmered Brigitte. �She is, how you say, spunky, n'est-ce pas? But, she must have the wedding dress she
deserves and you and I, we will give it to her, oui?�
Sam knew, at times like this it was safer to just agree.
The afternoon
drew to a close, but not without incident. While they were cycling round the
end of the long lake, Karen�s front wheel hit a sharp stone, which caused a
puncture, sending her careering off the track. She fell from the bike, and
rolled down the steep grassy bank into the muddy water. As soon as they
realised she was unhurt, they saw the funny side and all started to laugh.
Standing indignantly, hands on hips, waist deep in murky water, she stamped her
foot, causing her to fall over once again.
Sam, leaning
down to her pulled her back up the bank, with one hand. �Well, at least the
last time I saw you in a lake,� he said referring to the camp sailing
afternoon, �you weren�t covered in thick mud.� She stuck her tongue out at him,
but immediately regretted it, getting a taste of green lake water alg�.
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They decided
to dine in the hotel, that evening. Wanting to thank Brigitte for her
hospitality today, they had asked if she and her husband would join them for
dinner, but she had to decline as they would be attending an official function.
However, they were able to fix a date for the following week, the night before
they departed for
It had been a
long day, and although they had all enjoyed it, were ready for a rest,
something to eat, then bed. Sally counted everyone in through the door, before
locking it. Lizzie had pulled the curtains closed, and while all the other
girls stripped off, Vicky raided the large fridge, pulling out a range of
drinks for them to help themselves to. In a cupboard Vera found packets of
savoury biscuits, nuts and other snacks.
�Don�t eat too
much, girls,� Sylvia asked, �We�ll be having dinner in about an hour.
As Sam knocked
on the door, and was carefully let in by Sally, who checked through the peep
hole first, he again noticed Sylvia putting the phone down hastily, obviously
not wanting him to know who she was talking to. Like coming up to Christmas or
birthdays, with weddings, there are some things left unasked, he decided. He�d
find out soon enough.
The TV was on
again, but this time on the Disney Channel. Most of the girls, now naked, had
settled down to watch a cartoon, clutching their drinks and munching their
nibbles.
Sam leaned on
the back of one of the settees, a line of five little heads just below,
watching the cartoon. Sally, came over to him. Their intercommunication now
almost telepathic. She knew his needs.
�Is it Just a
quickie, you need, Daddy,?� she asked.
He nodded, as
he dropped his clothes on an empty seat.
�Vicky,� said
Sally, consulting a scrap of paper in her pocket, �it�s your turn.� Hannah
looked across enquiringly. �No, later Hannah. It�s your turn next time.�
Vicky got up
from the settee, and came round the back, with a look of anticipation on her
face. Without a word, she smiled up at him, turned, bent right over the seat
back, parted her legs, then rested her elbows on the cushions, and went on
watching the cartoon. Sam, meantime, positioned himself behind the eleven year
old child, and gently started to rub his tip up and down her cleft. A cleft that
had once just been fat and sweaty and unattractive, was now a beautiful entry
to one of his favourite vaginas in The Club.
She was moist,
slippery, engorged, ready. He turned his hands, so his palms rested on her
buttocks, the tips of his fingers on her vulva. Pressing gently, he parted her
cleft, pulling her labia apart, allowing his cock tip to find it�s way in,
searching for her entry. He pulled her lips apart a little more, he could feel
them stretching, opening her, her vagina waiting for him. He pressed in a
little more. He could feel her slickness, matching his, as he pressed a little
harder, feeling her dilate. He sank slowly inexorably into her depths. He
paused, looking down at her. She pretended to be concentrating on the TV screen.
He knew she
was only pretending, because he could feel her clamping on his cock. He hadn�t
yet nudged into her cervix, and already she was cuming. He pulled back, and
then slid all the way into her, his full depth, before pulling back and pushed
in once more, and back, building up speed and pace, increasing the rhythm and
force as he did so. Vicky was now not pretending. She had her eyes screwed
tightly shut, as he slammed into her bum, resulting in her climax building up
to a crescendo.
�Oh, Daddy,
fuck me Daddy,� she stuttered, �fuck me, nnnnggggghhhhh,
ohhh yessssss ahahahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Daaaaadddddddyyyyyyyyy.�
Sam blasted
into the eleven year old, his thighs slapping into her bottom cheeks, her feet
lifting off the floor, each time he thrust into her. This one was pure lust. He
loved all his girls, and Vicky was no exception, but Sam really needed this one
after the built up tension of the journey, and the sudden release, the
relaxation of being here now on vacation. He stood panting, allowing his mini
pulses to pass slowly away, before gently sucking out of the, now sated, girl.
Sylvia ready to take his place. He plopped down into the settee in between
A special
table had been set for their party in the famous L'Espadon
restaurant, where in the 1950�s, Charles Ritz and his fishing friend Ernest
Hemingway spent much time together. It has a magnificent green arched glass
roof, looking out to the garden terraces. They were tucked in a corner, to
allow a little privacy. Even so, they, or rather Sam, drew the eyes of many of
the other diners. They, as everyone else in the restaurant, were formally
dressed. Sam had put his suit on, and wore a silk tie, in Club colours, with
the logo discreetly embroidered onto it, given to him as a gift by Jane, as a
thank you for all the business he�d given her.
Sylvia wore a
beautiful pale pink skirt and white filmy top with puffed sleeves. At her neck
was a silk shawl, with a very French style about it. All the Choices girls wore
their formal Club jackets in royal blue, with light and navy blue tracings.
Underneath, they wore fine cream silk blouses, forming to the contours of the
bodies of the budding girls. Sam never permitted bras to be worn by the girls.
They didn�t need them yet, and it spoiled the fall of their clothing. The press
of their little nipples against the silk cloth only visible when their jackets
fell open with their movements. They had calf length royal blue skirts on,
matching the jackets, with wide belts in powder blue. Beneath, no one, except
Vicky, wore panties. She�d been told by Sylvia she needed a panty liner. Sam
liked it that way, and none of them showed any leg above the knee anyway. Sam
made some comment about making sure they didn�t spill any food, as they would
need to wear these clothes on Thursday for the wedding. He was confused when
the only response he got was lots of little girl giggling.
When Sam had
booked the table, he had asked if it were possible to leave the selection of
food entirely to the two Michelin Star chef, Nicholas Sale. He wanted to
educate and inspire his girls in the exquisite culinary delights available
here. He didn�t want to frighten them off, so he asked if it were possible for
the main course to have as wide a range of French cuisine served as possible in
a tapas style, so they could help themselves.
For starters,
each had a very small bowl of Bouillabaisse, which is a fish soup. This was
followed with, again a very small helping of, moules mariniere, mussels cooked in white wine.
One or two of
them liked one and not the other, but most took to the beautifully presented
food, although foreign to them, with utter relish. Food of this quality should
always be savoured, but the waiters and other diners all smiled when they
witnessed the speed with which the girls golloped their food down, as though
they hadn�t eaten for a week. Next, was a pallet cleanser of lemon sorbet. Some
of the girls thought for a moment that it was the sweet, and the meal was
ending. Going hungry at home was not unknown to most of them.
The main
course arrived with a series of serving vessels placed in the centre of the
table, each containing a different dish, which they could help themselves to.
Duck Confit, Boeuf
Bourguignon, Tarte Flamb�e,
Sole Meuni�re,
The waiters
hovered around them. Quite apart from loving the young vibrant chatty girls in
their restaurant, being used to the average diner�s age being well over sixty,
and realising how much the girls were enjoying their food, they also enjoyed
serving a hero of France who was still the top story in the news, and yet
seemed so ordinary, so like one of them. They also appreciated too the fact he
took time to address them each by name and in fluent French. At the end of the
meal, the chef, Monsieur Sale, came out to meet them. He glowed when the girls
told him over and over how much they had enjoyed his wonderful food and they
looked forward to eating here again before they left
Back in their
suite, the girls carefully hung their smart clothes up and came back into the
main salon, naked, of course, where they lounged around in the way little girls
do. Sam fixed a drink of Scotch for himself and popped a champagne cork for
those that fancied a tipple, which most of the girls did. He needed to open a
second.
�I fancy
watching a little TV,� he said. �Who�d like to join me?�
All the girls
knew that Sam�s �watching TV�, was code for having relaxation in a very
particular way. In five minutes, Hannah, as she had been promised was sitting,
leaning against Sam�s chest, his cock six and a half inches inside her. As she
leaned back, there was the distinct bulge in her belly, where he pressed
against her from the inside. As they both breathed, so it moved up and down
slightly. It was nowhere near as prominent as it had been that first time they
fucked, when she had been skeletally thin but it was there, never-the-less.
Hannah knew she wasn�t to move, but that didn�t stop her from pressing her
fingers against the bulge, caressing it, arousing it, encouraging it.
Either side of
Sam, this time sat
The girls had
tuned into another cartoon on the
Sam couldn�t
help himself, Hannah had been clenching, pressing and caressing his cock,
through her tummy, right in that sensitive spot for over half an hour, and
unexpectedly to himself, he suddenly came. No one knew, except Hannah, who
could feel him throbbing deep inside her, as she too quietly gave way to a
soothing climax. No one knew, except that is, Sally, of course, who�s attachment
to Sam was so close, so strong, so telepathic. She could almost feel his cock
inside herself. Certainly she came too, as she was curled in a chair, watching
her Daddy. God she loved this man.
An hour or so
later, another cartoon was showing. Sylvia went over to Sally and squeezed into
her chair beside the girl and cuddled her. They chatted for a while, whispering
as females do, nodding animatedly towards the two seven year olds Sylvia had
just been cuddling with. They glanced up at Sam, and Sylvia indicated with a
movement of her head for him to follow her out to the bedroom.
Sam tapped
Hannah on the shoulder and indicated that he needed to move. Lifting her under
her armpits, his cock sucked out of her with a wet squelching noise. She ran to
the bathroom, her hand cupping her pussy. Sam levered himself off the settee
and went after Sylvia and Sally, closing the door behind him.
�We need to do
something for Sophie and your Jenny,� Sylvia said. �They both feel they have
been overlooked. Neither have been inducted yet and they feel left out. I�ve
talked to the two of them for some time tonight, and they both think you don�t
want them.�
�But that�s
not true, Sylvia,� protested Sam, �I�ve done everything for them. Only
yesterday I fingered them both to a climax while I fucked Vicky.�
�That�s the
point, Sam,� replied Sylvia, �while you fucked Vicky, or Sandy or Vera, or any
of the others, but not them.�
�What am I
supposed to do, Sylvia?� he demanded. �I will not hurt them, I can�t, I love
them too much.�
Sally looked
at the two adults. �Yes, they know all that,� she said. �They know you love
them, they know you don�t want to hurt them, but you are missing one point, one
very important point.� Sam and Sylvia studied her with questioning looks. �Have
you asked them what they want? Have you asked them would they mind if it hurt a
little, have you asked them if they would like to be inducted? They want it so
much, Daddy,� she looked intensely at him, �but they know too you are
frightened of hurting them and they don�t want to upset you in you thinking
that. Just ask them Daddy, I think you will be surprised by what they say.�
Sam knew his headgirl was as wise as Solomon but in just a few words she
had summarised the problem and it�s causes and proposed a possible way through.
�OK, Sally,�
he said, �call them in, let�s see what they say.�
The two seven
year olds skipped into the room, grinning. They knew why they�d been asked in.
They stood cheekily still naked side by side, nudging each other, with their naked
hips. Sam waved them to come and sit either side of him. He put his arms around
them, enjoying the feel of their silky soft skin under his fingers. He smiled
to himself, thinking, �How do you ask a seven year old to have a fuck?�
�Are you
enjoying your trip to
�Oh yes it�s
such a nice place, Daddy,� said Sophie, �and the people are so kind. Madame
Brigitte was nice today. I really like it here.�
�You know
you�re my favourite two seven year olds in this hotel?� he asked.
�We�re the
only seven year olds in the hotel, silly,� answered Jenny, giggling.
�Oh yes, I
suppose you are, silly me.� He feigned surprise. �Is there anything you would
like to wish for?� he asked. �Neither of you has had a wish for a while now. If
I gave you a wish, what would you ask for?�
Jenny looked
up at him, her big eyes assessing him gauging, �Daddy,� she said, �I want to be
inducted. My other Daddy used to fuck me lots, and you�ve never done it to me.
Don�t you want to?�
�Yes,� said
Sophie, �You�ve done it to all the other girls, but we are the only ones you
haven�t inducted. We are the only ones without a Club choker necklace. We are
the only ones you haven�t fucked yet.�
�But my
darlings, I love you so much,� he said in honesty. �I don�t want to hurt you,
and if we did that, I might.�
�Daddy,�
replied Sophie, speaking for the two of them, �if we don�t try, we�ll never
know, will we? I want to, and so does Jenny don�t you?� Jenny nodded vigorously,
her gap toothed mouth grinning again.
�OK,� he said
dubiously, �We�ll give it a try, on one condition.� They looked at him
wondering what he was going to say. �We do it slowly, my way, carefully, and
we�ll take all night if we have to, OK?�
They squealed
in delight running out of the room, their little bubble bums wiggling as they
went, shouting, �We�re going to be inducted, we�re going to be inducted.�
�Sally,� asked
Sam, �could you toss a coin with the two of them to decide who is going first?
I think I should try and do both in the same night, so one doesn�t feel left
out, what do you think? And then in the morning, they can give their oaths
together.�
�Good idea,
Daddy,� she said, �I�ll go and sort that out now. Do you want everyone to get to
bed now, Sylvia?�
�No, they�re
on vacation,� she replied �let them finish their cartoon. Whichever one goes
first, they can come in here now, and let Sam make a start.�
Sam quickly
went through to the bathroom and had a wash and brushed his teeth, and was
climbing into bed as Sophie came in, hand in hand with Sylvia, who lifted her
onto the bed. As she crawled up towards Sam, Sylvia noticed how her little
pudenda bulged out between her thighs, her arousal had engorged the little
pussy already, damp moisture could also be seen glinting in the light from the
chandelier.
After a
minute, Sam took the little child into his arms, stroking her long silky ginger
red hair and cuddled her to him for several minutes, his hands on her back. He
could feel her little heart beating a hundred times a minute against his palm,
caressing her back. When she had calmed a little, he gently bent and taking her
areol� one at a time in his mouth, he teased her tiny
nipples with his tongue, as they hardened up into little beads. He reached
down, and cupped her mound, remembering how big it was in proportion to her
flat tummy, it�s cleft deep and full he pushed his hand further, and cupped her
pussy, starting to diddle her clitty, which was already standing proud of it�s
cowl, firm, erect. His mind flashed back to that first time he�d seen her naked
in the shower, and how tiny she�d looked then.
Rolling onto
their sides, face to face, Sam reached down and grasped his cock, now pouring
with pre-cum. He pushed it down from her deep dimple at the top of her cleft,
over her clit, and down where her slit darkened at the entrance to her tiny,
tiny vagina. He spent the next ten minutes rubbing his tip up and down her
cleft, spreading his slippery pre-cum along, and into, her. She was aroused,
she was willing, she was as ready as she ever would be.
Sam now,
placing a hand under her chest, and the other around her back, rolled over on
to his back, bringing her with him, her knees falling naturally either side of
his hips. His cock was pressed to his belly by her mound. Reaching down, he
pushed it downwards and out between her thighs. As he let it go, it slapped
into the valley between the cheeks of her tiny bottom, pre-cum now running down
over the two of them. Just to enjoy himself for a minute, he reached down, and
taking a buttock in each hand, pulled her cheeks apart, feeling his cock nestle
into her channel, where he then pushed her bum together again, trapping him in
her valley. He then lifted and dropped his hips slowly appreciating the feel of
her crack gripping his cock, her silky soft skin rubbing up and down him.
Looking down
the bed, Sam could see Sally and Sylvia sitting in a chair at the foot of the
bed watching their progress, enjoying caressing each other, as they watched the
little child about to lose her virginity. Sylvia had her little camera in her
hand, recording everything, as Ellie had asked them to do.
The time had
come. Lifting the little girl up slightly, he pushed his cock to her entry. He
could feel where her cleft dipped in slightly. He lodged there, and then
applied very gentle pressure. He didn�t expect her to dilate quickly, and
indeed she didn�t. This would take time. He could feel her inner thighs
pressing against the sides of his cock, and wondered how could it be possible
to penetrate her?
After what
seemed like an age, Sam felt a tiny release, a movement. It had been twenty
five minutes since he had started trying to penetrate her, and suddenly there
was movement. And again. He felt it, and Sylvia saw it, as did Sally. He was
oozing into her.
Sally rushed
into the salon, where the cartoon had long finished and the girls were playing
music and games and texting each other. She told them it was time, and invited
them in. As they settled down, they could all see Sam�s cock pushing into
Sophie�s tight entry. Not quite in yet. But even as they looked, they saw his
cock head pop in, the tight muscles of her entry snapping over him. Sophie
yelped, and had to tell him it was OK, as he tried to pull out of her.
She was sore,
but she wasn�t going to tell him that. She knew what he would do if she said
anything. He would end it. She knew he was too timid to hurt her. This
wonderful man who had saved her life. She had seen him kill people with his
bare hands, and yet, he was frightened to cause her any pain. This is why she
and her friends loved him so.
She had to do
something about it herself, but what? She thought about it, as they lay still,
adjusting to his intrusion into her tiny passage. She decided. She pushed
herself up with her hands on his chest. Her knees couldn�t reach the bed, as
his hips were too wide, so she put her feet down, taking her weight, straddling
him. Then she pushed herself upright a little more, now squatting, wiggling
herself on his tip, enjoying the new sensations deep inside her. The next bit
she knew would hurt, but it was her hurt, her body, her decision, as she
suddenly pushed herself back and dropped her weight onto him, immediately
feeling him penetrating her vagina, her hymen breaking, a stab of pain lancing
through her. She froze, before dropping herself back onto his chest, hugging
him. She gritted her teeth, a single tear running down her cheek, which she
wiped away before he noticed. Her little pussy felt like it was being torn apart.
Sylvia could
see Sam had gone in almost half way now. About three inches. She couldn�t
believe it would have been possible, but she had it on record. The camera
capturing everything. Sylvia knew Ellie was going to love watching this. When
they�d gone away for that weekend with the two girls, she�d learnt a lot about
Ellie. They would be friends for life. Very close friends.
They remained
still for a good five minutes. Sam feeling the clamping on his cock like never
before. The blood being squeezed from him, she was so tight.
Sophie had
hurt so much. She tried and succeeded to not cry out, Her pussy felt like it
was on fire. God it hurt. Then something changed. The sting eased a little,
then a little more. She pushed down on him slightly, feeling the pressure of
him inside her. He reciprocated in counterpoint to her movement. She pushed
again, and again. The pain had almost gone, but in it�s place, she could feel a
lovely sensation deep within her which she�d never had before. She knew what it
was, her friends had told her what to expect, but the reality was so much
better. It was Daddy�s cock pushing against her end, her deepest part, where
all the good feelings in a woman come from.
Sam knew the
worst was over, and slowly, carefully, pulled back a couple of inches, and
thrust just as slowly back into her, before repeating the motion again and
again. In a few minutes, he was moving gently but deeply in and out of her.
They were fucking. He was in her as far as her little vagina would allow. Just
four inches in, but it felt like heaven to him. She might be painfully tight on
him, but he was a p�dophile, and he really, really
liked �em tight, and he knew not only was this one as
tight as they got, but he had another one just as small waiting in line for him
to fuck later. He knew his cock was in for the treat of a lifetime tonight.
He became
aware that something had changed again, and Sophie�s breathing had got deeper,
quicker. She started to moan and her little hips bucked towards him as he
thrust into her. She was going to cum. Sam needed no encouragement, he�d been
holding back the best he could. Then everything happened at once. Sophie lifted
off his chest and gave a long low howl. He could feel her cunt suddenly
clamping repeatedly on his cock, as she pulsed her climax onto him. Her howl
was long and steady and her spasms went on and on. Suddenly he felt his scrotum
and cock tighten up, as a surge of pleasure shot through him, and again, then
his semen spurted into her, as he blasted his ejaculation deep into the seven
year old, bliss overwhelming him. Again and again he pulsed. She was so tight
on him, it almost hurt each time he blasted into her. Even his mini pulses were
a labour of love, as they eventually diminished and finally stopped.
Sophie had
never felt anything like it. She hurt, and hurt badly. She would only tell her
Miss. P., because she would understand. She wouldn�t tell Daddy, otherwise he
might not want to fuck her again. She wanted him to do that already, as soon as
her turn came round.
�Twenty two,�
said Lizzie. �Well done Sophie, welcome to The Club.�
After several
minutes of trying to get him out of her without it hurting too much, his wide
cock head seemed not to want to come out. The tight ring of muscle at her entry
was tight around him, gripping just under his crown. Sophie pulled hard, and he
snapped out suddenly, making a popping sound. Handing the camera to Karen to
continue videoing, Sylvia got a hand towel ready, and laid it on the bed as she
rolled the child over onto it. She was in immediately, soothing the girl with
her tongue, enjoying every last drop of the nectar. In her mind, you can go to
a top restaurant with five Michelin stars, but nothing, absolutely nothing
tasted to her as good as Sam�s semen mixed with virgin blood. And there was
plenty of virgin blood in this one.
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CHAPTER 69
Jenny�s
Induction
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Everyone was
feeling tired and climbed into the two enormous beds. There was an
understanding that Jenny would sleep on top of Sam. She was so light, he barely
noticed her anyway. On his one side, was Emily, Jenny�s ten year old sister and
on the other was Sally, who had now become almost inseparable from Sam.
Jenny wriggled
a bit, nuzzling into his chest, feeling excited�
about what was to come, but she had been told it would be some while yet
before her Daddy would be able to deliver a full load, and she was told to get some
sleep. She was so tired, sleep wasn�t a problem. She was still jet lagged, and
it had been a long day. Soon her little snores indicated her somnolent state.
Sam lay
thinking about all that had occurred in the last couple of weeks, the new
members, the flight and the hijacking and their time in
�Are you ready
to fuck Jenny now Daddy?� she asked.
�I�m ready,�
he replied, �but is she? She looks dead to the world.�
Sally lifted
herself up onto her elbow and put a hand on jenny�s shoulder and shook her. She
brought her mouth to her ear and said, �Jenny, Jenny, wake up, it�s time.� But
the little girl never stirred, never flinched. She tried one more time, but the
child was out for the count.
�We�ll let her
sleep,� he said. �Can�t you sleep my darling?� He pressed his finger slightly
into her rectum. She moved a little to give him better access.
�I�m in bed
with my Daddy,� she replied, looking coquettishly at him, �why would I want to
sleep? Can I make a wish, it�s only a simple one?���
�Yes, of
course,� he said, �what would you like?�
�I�ve never
tried oral sex,� she simmered, �would you mind if I experimented to see how I
get on? I might not be any good at it, Daddy.�
Would he mind?
Would he mind? Of course he wouldn�t fucking mind!
�Yes, my
darling, you do whatever you want,� he answered, smiling at her. �Take your
time and see how you get on.�
Sally shuffled
down the bed, and came up in between his legs, which he parted, so she could
get at him. She couldn�t see a thing, and asked him to pass down her IPhone, so she could use it for light. He reached to the
shelf above the bed, and pulled the pink leather cased phone down. He glanced
at the Club logo on the front as he flicked it open, pressed his finger to the
screen for fingerprint recognition, and tapped the light symbol before passing
it down the bed to her waiting hand.
She took a
long look at his cock. She hadn�t studied it much, and this was her
opportunity. She thought how long and thin it looked. She knew he was thinner
than most men, but then that had helped with fucking some of the younger girls.
She looked at Jenny�s vagina, and wondered even so if he could get into her.
His cock still filled the gap between her thighs. It curved up through her
cleft and into her bum crack. The tip was nestled into her rosebud, pre-cum
running all the way down her valley towards her vagina.
Gently, she
took hold of it and bent it towards her. She grasped it, and ran her fingers
along it�s length, gauging it�s hardness, stiffness, the way it pulsed in her
hands, like it had a life of it�s own, independent of him. Tentatively, she
licked the underside of it, tasting his pre-cum, enjoying the slightly salty
flavour. But, she was aware too of more. Something much more. It was the
residue of Sophie�s juices and blood, still coating him. The texture was
viscous, thick, slippery. There was a little smell to it, not unpleasant,
arousing to her.
As she
started, she was aware of her nose rubbing along Jenny�s cleft. Where Sam�s
cock had rested in her bum crack, there was lots of pre-cum, and even� as she looked, his fingers reached down over
the little girl�s bum, and rubbed the slippery moisture into her rosebud. And as
she watched, she stared as his finger pressed in, sinking into Jenny�s rectum,
first one, then the second knuckle. As she watched, his finger pulled back and
pushed in again, a little deeper. This time a hint of a smell came up. Little
girl poop. For some reason, she found it very arousing.�
She kissed his
end. He twitched. �He liked that�, she thought. She kissed him again. Next, she
placed her lips over his tip, and gently moved down, opening her mouth as she
did so, letting him slip between her teeth, which she knew to keep out of the
way. She again licked the underside of his crown. Amber had told her that�s
what he really liked. She pulled back and then pressed down. His cock slid over
her tongue. She loved the feel of it. She sucked him gently, and she heard a
moan. �He liked that too.�
Moving slowly
back and forth for a few minutes, she gained confidence that she was doing it
right. She tried going a little deeper, and felt him nudge the back of her
mouth. She gagged a little. She didn�t know if she could take him, but Amber
had been quite specific in what to do. She set up a rhythm, nudging her throat
and back, nudge and back. After a while she got used to it, and the gagging
sensation came under her control. It wasn�t too bad. Then she imagined she had
a mouth full of food, and as she nudged forward again, she swallowed and in he
went. Straight in. She was surprised, because she didn�t gag at all now. She
then took a deep breath, and plunged all the way forward. She took him all the
way in. She couldn�t breath and had to pull back to get another breath. Then
plunged forward again and back, learning to breath and suck and lick and
swallow all in their turn.
She could
taste him, he was in her throat, her nose and in her mouth, the aroma was
strong. It pervaded her being. She gently started to cum. She had to reach down
to cup her pussy, it was so demanding. Her climax was soft and soothing,
loving. Suddenly, she became aware of a new tension in Daddy�s body.
Instinctively, she knew what to do. She timed it well, for as the first blast of
his semen shot from him, she had pulled back, franticly rubbing under his crown
with her tongue, sucking repeatedly as hard as she could, just like Amber had
taught her. She swallowed, and sucked, swallowed and sucked in time with his
pulses. Oh how she loved the taste of him. Different than his pre-cum. Somehow
more special. But yummy, yes definitely yummy.
After they had
both subsided into a post climactic malaise, Sally crawled back up the bed, and
cuddled into his side. It was the last thing she remembered, as she savoured
the lingering taste of him in her mouth. She understood now why Sylvia was so
addicted to it. She was awakened when she felt movements much later. As she
came to, she realised Sam was moving very slightly, but methodically. She lay trying
to work out what was happening. Then it occurred to her he was trying to
penetrate Jenny while she was asleep, so as to hurt her as little as possible.
He was so kind.
Sally shuffled
back down under the covers, wriggling up between Sam�s knees, and switched her
phone light back on, to get a good look at what was happening. Sam�s cock was
pressed to Jenny�s entry. It was bowed slightly, under the pressure he exerted,
as he pushed into her. Sally could see there was lots of pre-cum making them
both very slick. Jenny�s opening was stretched wide, her pink vulva had turned
white from the tension, as it bulged outwards under the force of his cock.
Looking at how much she had dilated, Sally realised this had been going on for
quite a while. Certainly the dribbles of pre-cum down his balls and her thighs
suggested that.
Sally reached
up, and very carefully put her hands on the backs of Jenny�s thighs, and using
her thumbs either side of Sam�s cock, prised her opening further apart. She saw
a slight movement, as Sam�s crown sank a tiny amount into the child. Now using
a finger and thumb on each side, Sally prised her apart again, and again he
sank a tiny bit further in. A third time she did it, and was rewarded by seeing
his crown pop into her entry, her stretched elastic muscles seeming taught like
violin strings.
Sam rested
now, waiting while Jenny�s vagina relaxed and dilated further before he woke
her. He was aware now of Sally sliding up beside him again and cuddling into
his side. He hoped, waiting for a while, that Jenny�s body would adjust, would
minimise her discomfort. As they lay there, they talked of the trip, and the
wedding, and The Club. She told him how frightened she had been during the
hijacking.
�But you
didn�t let your fear stop you keeping the other girls quiet and calm,� he said.
�Yes,� she
said, �but if I was frightened, does that make me a coward?�
�Not at all,�
he replied with conviction, �I was frightened the whole time, too.� She looked
at him in disbelief.� �Everyone gets
frightened. It�s what you do with your fear that counts. You handled your fear
on the plane and took the lead. If you hadn�t, some of the girls might have
started screaming. Then things might have turned out very differently. I was
really proud of you. The other girls used your strength, your courage to help
them through it. You�re no coward, I�ve seen real cowards, Sally. A woman
called Bethany Hamilton once said something which my friend The Prof told me
about. It was �courage doesn�t mean you don�t get afraid. Courage means you
don�t let fear stop you�. They lapsed into silence.
�I think it
may be time, Sally,� he said, �Jenny�s not so tight now, and I think I can slip
into her a bit more. Let�s see, shall we? Yes, it�s gone in an inch or so. I
know, let�s see if I can get right into her and then we�ll wake her. Can I ask
you something?� she nodded. �Would you mind if I finger you while I fuck her.
If you lay face down, and I put my hand under you, I could feel you and maybe
make you cum too.� Sally was so pleased. He was about to induct Jenny, his
seven year old adoptive daughter. But while he fucked her, he wanted to share
the pleasure with Sally. God she loved him.
�The only
thing is, Sally, it�s her induction. I�m supposed to attend only to her needs
and desires. But if I�m honest, Sally, you turn me on so much, I can�t help
myself. It�s important that no one else knows what I�m doing to you. So you
will have to keep your legs together and when you cum, you can�t let anyone
else know, deal?�
�Deal,� she
said, secretly glowing with the privilege he was giving her.
A few minutes
later, Sam was as far into Jenny as her little cervix would allow.
�Right,
Sally,� he said brightly. �Wake up the team.�
Within a
couple of minutes, every one was awake. Jenny was excited. Sam was deep inside
her; her new daddy was inside her and it didn�t hurt. She loved him as much as
her mum and dad who�d gone to heaven. Sally was lying alongside Sam, face down,
her arm draped over Jenny�s bottom, caressing her. No one noticed Sam�s hand
underneath her, his fingers now deep in her cleft slipping slowly into her
moist, slippery, aroused, depths.
�Are you happy
to do it like this Jenny? He asked. If you want to change, that�s OK, it�s your
induction.�
�No, this is
great Daddy. Let�s start like this. It�s so long since I had a fuck, I�d
forgotten how nice it is. But you�re so much bigger than my other daddy, I feel
like I�m full to bursting.�
�Am I hurting
you, my darling? Do you want me to pull out. I think I should.�
�No Daddy, please
don�t spoil it. Please. It doesn�t hurt. I�ve done it before remember. I know
what to do.�
Sam was
relieved at her words and curled his hips, forcing his cock back into the child
a fraction more, bumping her rubbery cervix deep inside her cunt. Simultaneously,
he curled his middle finger into Sally�s entry. He slipped beyond the second
knuckle immediately. He reversed his hips, pulling half way out of Jenny,
pulling his finger back from Sally too. Then pressed back in to the two
together. Soon he had built up a rhythm. By now Sally was having a problem
hiding her orgasms, which had started almost as soon as he had touched her
clitty. She didn�t understand why things had changed in her. Every time he just
touched her, arousal washed over her. She was desperately pretending she was
trying to help Jenny enjoy her induction, when, in fact, she was far into her
own world of ecstasy. She was in a world where everything just got better and
better every day. God she loved this man.
Sam could feel
Sally pulsing on his finger. She�d started, he knew, as soon as he tickled her
clit, but her clamping on his finger had been continuous, as soon as he pushed
into her. He�d hardly touched her, and yet she was off like a race horse from
the trap. He knew there was a special bond between them. Everyone here
understood it. But, it seemed now he only had to tell her to cum, and she did.
Amazing.
Returning to
the job-in-hand, he cast his mind back to that first time he�d seen Jenny
naked. The day she took a crap during a swimming class. He couldn�t help
himself. With his free hand, he reached down, and pushed his finger into her
rosebud, and deep into her rectum, picturing that day so many weeks ago now. He
pulled back and pressed in. Soon, his two fingers and cock were all in unison,
entering and exiting their orifices together. He soon built up pace and rhythm.
He felt Jenny
suddenly snort, and stiffen. She was on the brink, about to cum. There seemed
to be calm for several seconds, before she exploded in every way. She was
bucking up and down, her arms and legs were waving, and she was arching her
back and then dropping down again. It was like she�d been plugged into an
electrical socket. This went on for several seconds, and she was just starting
to calm, when Sam�s climax hit him. As he blasted into her, and his cock
spasmed deep inside her, she started to buck again, as her climax hit new
heights. He couldn�t believe a seven year old could thrash about like this, but
here she was doing just that.
All good
things cum to an end and finally this did too. Sam was aware Sally was lying
quietly. He would have thought her asleep, if it were not for the continuous
pulsing of her vagina on his finger, as he gently massaged her G spot deep
inside her. No she wasn�t asleep, but she was making sure no one else knew what
she was enjoying right here, right now.
Sam looked at
the time. It was three in the morning, and they were off to Disney first thing.
They needed sleep, and as soon as they realised Jenny had finished, they
started to go back to bed and curl up together. All, that is except Sylvia, who
had Jenny to look after, which took another ten minutes, before they too fell
into a well earned deep sleep, in each other�s arms. No one commented when
Sally climbed on top of Sam and slept there for the remainder of the night. Her
undisputed privilege.
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CHAPTER 70
The Bubble
Bath Pledge
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The following
morning was brim full of excitement, because they were going off to Disneyland
Paris. So Sylvia decided they would need to be up nice and early. Sam woke at
dawn as usual, to find Sally still on top of him, and had wriggled down so he
was deep inside her. He had no recollection of her doing this. He opened his
eyes, and sure enough there staring into his, were the pale, pale blue eyes of
his most darling of girls. She curled her hips slightly, sending a shockwave of
pleasure through him. He didn�t know she had cum many times in the last hour or
two, but he was aware that she was incredibly moist. As they moved, she was
slippery, movement frictionless.
It only took a
few thrusts, and he knew he was going to cum in her. She clamped her muscles on
his shaft, grinning at his pretend scowl. She did it a second time, and without
warning, he came. It wasn�t cataclysmic, but it was sensuous and loving and
very, very enjoyable. Afterwards, they chatted�
quietly for a few minutes, discussing the day ahead, Jenny and Sophie�s
inductions and what they were going to do over the next few days. Slowly he
softened inside her and gently he slid out of her.
As it was
still only
They sank into
the warm water, and relaxed, letting the suds from the bubble mixture rise over
them, as the pump of the Jacuzzi, set on �low�, soothed them. He leaned against
the end of the bath, she lay on top of him, leaning back against his chest. His
fingers interlocked over her rising breasts. He realised they had grown a lot
in the months since he first saw her naked.�
They stayed enjoying each other�s company, silently for perhaps an hour,
adding more hot water to warm them up from time to time.
Sam heard
movement next door.
�Not if I can
watch,� he said, as the two naked girls came in, cupping their pussies, as
little girls do when they really need to go. The bathroom had twin lavatory
pans, side by side, and the two sat, then parted their knees, before looking
across to see if he had a clear line of sight, then each let go a steaming
stream of yellow urine. Both of them went on and on. Sam was impressed with
their bladder capacities, but he was transfixed, because he could see that
instead of a line of piss heading straight downwards, each of them seemed to
have it spraying everywhere, down both thighs and into their bottom cracks.
They stood,
and instead of wiping themselves, they simply flushed the toilets and stepped
into the Jacuzzi, one either side of Sam, Sally still being in his lap, with a
new erection poking up between her thighs. Sam put his arms around them, and
dropped his fingers down over their mounds, cupping their pudenda.� Soon, he was diddling their clits, almost
unconsciously, His cock now being wriggled yet again into Sally, as she
manoeuvred herself over him, working him where she liked it most, nudging her
deepest part. In the last two or three days, she had stolen some �extra� fucks
from Sam, which the other girls knew nothing about. She hoped she was about to
do it again.
The four of
them lay like that for, perhaps, half an hour, when Vicky and Vera came in
together. They too were holding themselves, needing to go.
�If you want
to go in here,� said Mandy, �you have to let Daddy watch. We had to.� Both
girls turned to her voice, startled, not having realised anyone else was in the
bathroom. Sam even noticed Vicky, was now hopping from one foot to the other,
her bladder not liking the delay, dripped a little through her fingers. Sally
felt the surge of his cock inside her. She knew what had caused it. She stored up
all these snippets of information.
Just seconds
after Vicky and Vera too had got into the Jacuzzi, Karen, Hannah, Amber and
Sophie all trooped in, and all had to wait their turn to let Sam watch them
piss. Moments later, all the others came in too, taking their turn. Sylvia
brought up the rear, and smiled when she saw twelve little girls all crammed
into the Jacuzzi. The water was now up to Sam�s neck, level with the top of the
bath, slopping over the edge, bubbles floating across the bathroom floor. Squeals
of delight echoing around the room. She had brought in two long white boxes,
which she held up meaningfully to Sam. He nodded, and gestured to Jenny and
Sophie to stand in the middle of the bath, the others having to make room with
their legs for them.
Suddenly,
there was silence, and the two held hands, as the water and bubbles ran down
their naked bodies. Sam noticed, as with all seven year olds, they always stood
with their bellies out, their backs slightly curved, their bubble bums pushed
out the other way just as far.
�Would you
like to say your oaths now girls?� he asked. They both smiled and nodded
vigorously.
�OK lean
forward, let me clip on your necklaces first. Would you be darlings and move
your feet as far apart as you can?�
Sylvia opened
the first box, tipped the choker into her palm and handed it to Sam. Reaching
round Sally�s shoulders, he stretched and clipped it around Sophie�s neck. As
he did so, he could feel his cock push deeply into Sally. He felt a resistance,
and then a popping sensation. She gasped, trying to hide the fact that he was
fucking her during the induction of the two seven year olds, but she knew he
had gone deep into her. Much further than before.
Sylvia passed
him the second, which he clipped around Jenny�s neck. The two girls stood up
straight, as Sam placed a hand between each of their thighs, and pressed
upwards against their pussies. He gently ran his middle finger back and forth
along their clefts. He could feel that both of them were slightly swollen, their
vulvas both hot to the touch. He knew they were sore and trying bravely not to
show it. He noticed Sylvia was filming the two girls, and what he was doing to
them, no doubt for Ellie to enjoy later.
Sally couldn�t
believe the sensations she was feeling right now. Every time Sam moved, his
cock pushed against her deep inside. Suddenly, she was cuming. There was
nothing she could do to prevent it, not that she wanted to. She was climaxing
in an amazing series of waves of pleasure washing over her. It was as much as
she could do to not react, or jerk, or cry out. Deep inside, she started to
clamp on Sam�s cock.
At that
moment, the inductees started to recite �As it is my induction, I would like to
pledge to you all, I will always follow all five of The Club rules. Also,
Daddy, thank you for making my first time so very special. I will treasure the
memory all my life. And thank you for my lovely necklace.� Sally�s orgasm, and
her clamping onto his cock was the final straw. He exploded into Sally, his
orgasm erupting, almost violently. He too was having a problem keeping a
straight face, not calling out any �oh
For the next
few minutes, everyone just sat around in the Jacuzzi, splashing and playing,
blowing bubbles at each other and having fun. Sam reached around Sally, and
took one of her boobs into each hand, and started to gently stimulate her
little nipples, which were already hardened. Her breasts were now each about
the size of half a lemon, and firm to the touch. Her areol�
were maturing, pushing forward. He loved puffies like hers. No one could see
what he was doing, because they were submerged beneath the bubble covered
water. She pressed her hands over his, increasing the pressure of him against
her. He pulled one hand away, and slid it down her chest, over her tummy and
into her slit, immediately finding her erect clit standing proud. He gently
massaged it, feeling her body stiffen up, as she slid into another climax,
clenching his now, wilting, cock again and again.
Jenny and
Sophie were so happy. Finally, they had received their chokers, and were
showing them off to all the other girls. One by one, they got out of the water and
dried themselves. They were really excited, as they were off to
In the end, it
was just Sally left in the bath, still on Sam�s lap. He was still playing with
her clit, keeping her climax ticking over in a quiet way she just so loved. Her
hands were pressed over his, trying to increase the pressure he was applying to
her. Sylvia came in. and stepped into the water. There hadn�t been enough room
for her before.
�Did you two
have a nice time just now?� she asked. �I don�t think anyone else knew, but
both of you take on a certain look when you cum, so I couldn�t help noticing.
Do you mind if I have a feel Sally?�
Sam�s cock
had, by now, slipped from the girl, so she just moved across, and sat on
Sylvia�s lap. And parted her knees. Sylvia ran her hand down, over the child�s
cleft and pressed her finger into Sally�s very dilated vagina. Her finger slid
further and further until she could reach no further, whereupon Sylvia started
to wiggle her finger in the semen filled passage, bringing Sally back onto the
boil, her climax again peaking. Sam climbed out of the bath, dried himself and
left the two of them to it.
After he got
dressed, Sam asked Sophie if she would like her picture taken, wearing her
choker, so he could WhatsApp it to her mum in
The text he
sent with the photograph attached read: �We are having a wonderful time here in
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The Euro
Disney complex is a vast sprawl, with two parks, some thirty miles east of
The girls were
very excited, and chattered all the way to Disney. On arrival, they quickly
entered the park. There were so many attractions, they were never going to do
this in a day, he already knew, so tried to alternate the younger girls� rides
with the older ones. But even so choosing was impossible.
Sam trusted
his girls completely, and in the end, split them into two groups, led by
himself� accompanying the five youngest
girls while all the ten and eleven year olds went with Sally. They agreed to
meet up for lunch and went off in their various directions.
Lunchtime soon
came round, and they chatted non stop about the time they�d had, recommending
to each other rides to try. Soon they had eaten and were ready to head off
again. Because Sam was now just with the youngsters, he obviously concentrated
on the young rides. He came to Mad Hatter's Tea Cups, and because they were
busy, the operator said they would need to share. Next in the queue was a
Belgian woman with her two daughters. The mother, seeing he was escorting young
girls, asked if he would mind looking after them on the ride, as she got motion
sickness. Their names were Claudette, aged seven and Marcie, eleven.
Sam sat on the
oposite side from the gap through which they entered.
In the middle was a wheel for turning the �cup and saucer� around. Sophie,
Amber and the younger belgian girl Claudette sat one
side of him, while Jenny,
After a
moment, Sam realised Marcie was sitting with her sandles
on the seat edge, her knees up by her chest, her arms cradling her legs. From
where he was sitting, he could just see through the two inch gap between her
calves, where her thighs, hinted at treasure below. He just got a tiny glimps of her yellow panties, with little red hearts
printed on them. Sam could fuck as many of his girls as often as he wanted, but
he just loved illicit voyeaurism like this.
Glancing up,
he saw she was looking intently at him. He blushed slightly, she�d caught him
and they both knew it. For a moment, they stared at each other. Then she did
the unexpected. She parted her knees for a second, for him to see her. Her
panties were tightly formed to her shape, and he could easily see her cleft
outlined by a deep camel toe, the crevices where her vulva met her thighs
deeply highlighted. He was confused, and looked up at her face again, she gave
him a half smile.
Then, Marcie
really surprised him. She held up a hand, and rubbed her thumb and first two
fingers together, followed by all five fingers held up. He instantly knew what
she had signalled, and put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a grey five
Euro note. She nodded and immediately parted her knees again. Sam now had an uninterupted view between the child�s thighs. Her camel toe
very pronounced. Her vulva was pushing out against the thin yellow material in
such sexy a way, he could see her shape clearly. A darker patch over her vagina
even indicated she was damp. The gusset of her panties was narrow. The leg hole
elastic dipping into the edge of her vulva, either side of her pussy. The
creases where her pudenda met her thighs open to his view, as she held her
knees apart for him. Sam knew, from the position she was sitting in, no one
outside the cup could see what she was doing. She sat like that for at least a
minute, letting him feast his eyes on her, before pushing her knees together
again. Sam thought the show was over.
Marcie wasn�t
finished though. Using her finger signals again, Sam didn�t understand what she
was signing. She then held up the fingers of both hands. Sam still wasn�t quite
sure what she�d suggested, but he had the pink ten Euro note out in a moment.
What happened next amazed Sam.
Marcie moved
her knees apart again, but then, she slid her hands down the underside of both
her thighs. She hooked one hand into an elasticated panty leg hole and pulled
her gusset right across, completely exposing her pussy from dimple to her bum.
Sam was overwhelmed. Her slightly podgy vulva bulged out towards him. It was
swollen and darkened with arousal. A little moisture showed at her vagina
entry, highlighted by an indented area. She held that position for perhaps ten
seconds, and then it got even better.
She placed her
finger tips either side of her cleft, and slowly prised herself open. Her
vagina peeled apart, her sticky moisture spanning her entry like large spider
webs. He could see deep into Marcie�s inside passage. He saw she had no hymen.
She then started to clench her muscles, and as she did, her vagina opened and
closed like a goldfish�s mouth. This was one of the most sexy spontaneous
events Sam had ever seen in his life. A minute later, the ride started to slow
down, and came to a halt. The girl leaned over, and took the money from the
seat, hidden under Sam�s hand. She was about to turn away, when she smiled and
suddenly held her hand up and wafted her fingers under his nose. The smell of
little girl musk was unmistakable.
As the girl
walked away, Sam was surprised yet again, when he saw Marcie hand the cash to
the woman. They both looked over their shoulders at him and smiled. Clearly
this was a well practised game they enjoyed playing.
The Journey
home was quiet, as all of them were tired and several of the girls had fallen
asleep. But they�d had a great day, and were looking forward to a return in
three days time.
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There was a
surprise waiting for Sam when they arrived back at the hotel. A
presidential� vehicle was parked outside
the door, and just inside the hotel entry, was a liveried driver waiting for
him. He handed Sam an envelope with the crest of
He spoke a few
words to the driver and went to the reception to collect his room keys. There,
they passed him a small package, in Cartier�s wrapping. It would be the watch.
Claude had clearly done wonders in getting it here in time. It was explained
that Claude had delivered it earlier, and the bill could be settled at any time
convenient. He was a little surprised, Cartier had delivered it without
payment, as it was over �15k.�
When he
reached the room Sylvia and the girls were all grinning. Clearly they all knew
something he didn�t. There was an atmosphere of great excitement and
expectation in the room. He shrugged. He needed to have a shower, get dressed
and packed. Quickly he pulled out his small old hand bag, which had accompanied
him all over the world, and filled it with his clothing for twenty four hours,
wash bag, smart shoes and one or two other items. Then he pulled open his
wardrobe, and took out his suit, hung a shirt and tie on the hanger and zipped
them into a hanging bag for transportation.
Stripping off,
he walked into the large bathroom, and went to the wet room shower area. It had
four shower heads above, and six smaller ones set into the wall facing
horizontally. He felt it was more like a car wash. Just as he finished soaping
his hair up, he felt a presence beside him. He couldn�t open his eyes because
of the soap, but knew immediately who it was, as he felt his cock being grabbed
and engulfed in a small mouth and then sucked hard. Coming rigid in moments, he
wiped the soap from his face and glanced down. Sure enough, he saw Amber�s long
bright ginger red hair glistening in the water. At that very moment, she curved
her head forwards and taking a gulp, swallowed him all the way down her throat.
This girl, just never gagged. She was amazing.
She pulled
back. And swept forward again. As she pulled back the next time, she applied
the strongest suck she could muster, and pressed her tongue hard under his
crown to the sensitive part, right on his fr�nulum.
This time, as she moved into him, she squeezed her mouth as tightly on to his
crown as she could, squeezing it, massaging it, stimulating it. It was on the
fourth push, that Sam came. He�d been pent up all day, with so many thousands
of little girls running around the Disney park, flashing their long legs and
panties and more. Marcie�s little show, in the Mad Hatter�s tea cups, didn�t
help either. Then when they went in the boats through the darkened tunnel, and
he was able to finger
So it was,
that in less than a minute, Amber had sucked him off, swallowed his cum and
then calmly proceeded to grab the soap and wash his cock clean, so he wasn�t
late for the president.
Before he left
for the night, Sam kissed every one of his girls. Each of them hugged him
around the neck and wished him well for the following day. Before he left, he
handed Sylvia the little box.
�This is my
wedding present to you, my darling,� he said. �Please open it now. You might
like to wear it tomorrow.�
She tugged the
ribbon from the box, and unwrapping it she opened it. She gasped. The watch
looked exquisite. The diamonds around the face glittered, but as she took it
out, she immediately recognised the links of the band. They were a scaled down
version of the chokers each of the girls wore. Engraved as theirs were. Hancocks had obviously made the band, and Cartiers had fixed it to the casement. How they�d managed
it in the time, Sam couldn�t imagine.�
She put it on and showed it to him, before kissing him. It was the first
time her tongue had been in his mouth, and he found it remarkably arousing. All
the girls crowded round to see the watch.
Before he
left, he handed her a little velvet pouch, closed with a draw string,
containing the ring she would put on him. �You�d better have this now,� he
said.
Sam arrived at
The �lys�e Palace, and was greeted by members of the
president�s staff, who took his bag and ushered him in to a reception room.
There he was handed a glass of champagne and then introduced to one or two
dignitaries by M. Macron, including the U.S. ambassador, Clement Beagle, and
one or two diplomats from other countries. They had been visiting in
preparation to next week�s meeting of the G7. One key item to be discussed was
the
�I understand
we are in debt to you, young man,� said Beagle, who�d had this posting partly
because his grandparents were French and he spoke the tongue. He reminded Sam
vaguely of the actor Richard Gere, if a little older.
�You don�t know just how delicate things are in these negotiations just now.�
Sam knew the
Then in a
staged entry, the double doors at the far end of the room were thrown open, and
in walked four members of his Delta Force platoon. They were still serving, now
stationed in
M. Macron came
over and chatted to Sam for a while, before saying �I have a meeting to attend
soon, and must leave you. First I will show you your room. You and your friends
here,� he waved his hand across the line of men, looking uncomfortable in their
civilian clothes, �will be wanting to, how you say �hit the town�, so have a
good night. I will leave the front door on the latch.� Sam smiled dutifully at
his little joke.
They walked up
a wide ornate staircase, to the next floor, and Sam was shown into a large
bedroom, which overlooked the wonderful gardens at the rear of the building. It
was almost as large as his suite in the Ritz. What immediately caught his eye,
though, was the blue dress uniform hanging in the corner. It was immaculate.
Made of a finer quality material than he had owned before. The ambassador had
pulled the stops out to obtain this, he realised. He looked at M. Macron, who
nodded and smiled. He realised Sam was feeling understandably emotional. Sam
ran his fingers over the Delta Force insignia of the dagger highlighted by a
triangular lightening bolt, bringing back so many memories, good and bad. He
slipped the jacket on in a well practiced manner, and buttoned it up, running
his hands down his flanks, feeling the perfect fit.
On his arms
were the stripes of a master sergeant, and lower the three long service
stripes. On his chest though were the decorations he had won, service awards
and badges. He looked at the back of the medals. Most were blank, but on the
two Silver Stars, the Purple Heart and the Medal of Honor,
was engraved the name: C.Beagle, and were dated 1990
and 1991; around the time Sam was born, he thought.
�The
Ambassador told me you can keep the uniform, but could you let me have the
medals to return to him,� said Macron, �after you�ve finished with them
tomorrow. He told me, �It�s a damn fine honour to see them worn again by one so
deserving�,� I think those were his
words. Well, I�d better let you boys get off for your evening out. Don�t be too
late. My driver will take you where you want to go. Ce
soir, le monde est votre hu�tre.
The world is your oyster, no? Have a good time.�
The night passed
in a blur. They were taken, at the drivers suggestion, to a little back street
bar, off the tourist maps, where the drinks were cold, the company warm and the
ambience welcoming. It turned out, knowing they were all military, the driver
went there because it was where many French soldiers visit on leave. Sam was
really surprised to see
Next, they
moved on to the Moulin Rouge. The driver had originally thought of going to the
Folies Berg�re, but knew
they were closed for alterations this week. Built on the side of the hill
leading to
Afterwards,
their driver took them around the corner to another bar he knew in
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Dawn found Sam
awake. He lay looking up at the ornate ceiling for some time wishing he�d got
some of The Club girls with him right now. He grinned to himself. �Happy
birthday to me, happy birthday to me�. He was twenty nine years old today. He
felt great. He got up, found some paper and a pen, and sat at an elegant table
near the window. Thinking for a while, he started to write. Making a speech was
one thing, but when being watched by many people, and perhaps the world�s
media, it was perhaps prudent to jot down a few notes. Later he was glad of
this foresight.
Breakfast was
served in his room. His four army companions arrived and joined him. They were
now all in their dress uniforms, ready. Sam hadn�t got a best man. The only
ones he would have naturally asked, were now dead. These four were probably the
nearest he would consider to friends of long standing. Certainly he would trust
them with his life, as he had already done. So he asked if they would all act
as Best Man. They were honoured and immediately started discussing who would
say what. Sam, on hearing some of the less seemly stories being suggested for
public airing, decided to exit and have a look around the building.
Sam had fought
many battles, he�d killed even more enemies. He was courageous and resourceful,
but nothing had prepared him for the pre-wedding nerves he now suffered, Col.
Beagle�s words of going into battle, eching in his
mind. His mouth was dry, he was listless. This was new territory for him. Lots
of self doubt washed over him.
At the
appointed time, he walked down the staircase and into the Hall of Honour
(Vestibule d�Honneur), where so much history had been
conducted over the centuries. Afterwards, the reception was to be held in the
Hall of Festivities (Salle des F�tes).
He fidgeted
nervously in his seat, his companions joking about �the enemy approaching� and
�time to do battle�. Looking around the room however, he was really surprised
to see how many people were here. Ambassador Beagle was here, with his wife and
other embassy staff. They acknowledged each other. Sam placed his gloved hand
over the medals, and nodded slightly.
Further back,
he recognised a couple of politicians from home. They were over for the G7
meeting, but had taken the trouble to be here. He really appreciated that.
Also, he noticed all the scarlet uniforms of the Virgin Atlantic crew members
from the flight. Janine gave him a little wave and a smile when their eyes met.
Sitting with them was the bearded figure of Sir Richard Branson, who despite
his habitual scruffy appearance, looked dignified. At the back, were a line of
people, with cameras and tripods, the world�s media. They still saw a story in
the hijacking, and his part in it. He�d avoided the news channels over the past
couple of days.
What
flabbergasted Sam, however, was when he saw across the aisle, several rows from
the front, Celine Prentice, Marjorie and half a dozen of the teachers from
school. They were all grinning at him and waving to him. Sitting with them was
the woman who he recognised, from photographs, to be Syvlia�s
mother. Next to her were a number of people he didn�t recognise, who he
presumed were her relatives.
Suddenly, a
curtain was drawn open at the far side of the hall, revealing a full sized
concert piano. At the same moment, Sally entered the hall through a doorway,
and sat down at the piano stool. She was wearing an exquisite white dress in
satin silk, which Sam had never seen before. It showed her beautiful hour glass
figure to perfection. Beneath her dress, she was wearing white pantyhose and
white slippers, similar in appearance to ballet shoes.�
A sudden hush
fell on the hall. Sally, taking her queue from an unseen hand at the back
brought her hands to the keyboard and the most wonderful music emerged. It was
The O'Neill Brothers arrangement of Richard Wagner�s composition, commonly
known as, �Here comes the bride�. The introduction was so complex, Sam didn�t
recognise it for nearly ten seconds.
Sam and his
�best men�, all in their dress uniforms, turned and stood, all to attention. He
couldn�t believe his eyes. The most lovely sight. Processing slowly down the
centre of the long hall, Sylvia in a gorgeous full length white dress. It had a
plunging neckline showing cleavage between her perfect breasts. Breasts he�d
never fondled or caressed. In that cleavage, he noticed the largest blue
sapphire he�d ever seen, tear shaped, shimmering. It was suspended from a
silver necklace studded with diamonds and sapphires. He guessed it was a family
heirloom. It was something old, something borrowed and something blue,
everything else she wore was new.� Her
narrow waist was emphasised by a wide satin band, like a belt. Sam could make
out lettering on it in a stitch only very slightly darker than the dress. It
read �Omnes pro uno, Unus pro omnibus.� On her wrist was her new watch, which
glittered in the light from the TV cameras at the back.
At Sylvia�s
side, arm in arm, was a gentleman Sam didn�t recognise, but he assumed, as it
turned out correctly, was her father.
Looking beyond
them, though, Sam was amazed again. For there in two lines of ten, plus a
single one, was every single member of The Choices Club. All wearing identical
dresses to the one which Sally was wearing. At the front was Jasmine, her
little black face highlighted by her white dress, beaming at Sam. Behind her,
starting with the youngest and shortest, were the four seven year olds,
followed by the eight year olds and so on. Each was carrying a small bouquet of
flowers. All of them were grinning from ear to ear, at Sam.
They all knew
Sam was marrying Sylvia today, but at the same time, in a symbolic way, they
understood, he was marrying himself to The Club, his induction. As they reached
the front, the Mayor of Paris awaited them. The girls and Sylvia�s father sat
in the first two rows in the left hand seats, while Sylvia stood alongside Sam,
and held his hand. The Mayor commenced the ceremony. French wedding ceremonies
are simple secular affairs. Many people subsequently have a religious wedding
or blessing, but most do not.
After the
introduction, Sally struck up the opening movement of Vaughan Williams�
Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis. She was
accompanied by two violinists and a cello. In addition a small choir harmonised
with them, not singing words, but humming, creating a heavenly sound.
The Mayor then
went into the formal wedding itself, the vows were made, and rings exchanged.
Afterwards, the music again struck up, to the tune of Arms by Christine Perri. This time the Club girls stood and joined the choir
in singing the chorus. It was highly emotive. There wasn�t a dry eye in the
building.
Finally, after
the Mayor had finished the ceremony and the register had been signed, Sally
again commenced the opening lines to the Mendelssohn wedding march, accompanied
by the violins, chello and choir. The TV producers
loved it. A happy ever after ending to their hijack news story.
After the
ceremony, during the reception, Sam and Sylvia circulated. He met Sylvia�s
parents and realised that although they were divorced now, they were very
amicable towards each other. Sir Charles Ponsonby-Smyth
had now returned to the family home in
�I�m sorry
sir,� asked Sam, but what is this Hon-Syl?�
�Oh, I�m
sorry, old boy,� replied Charles amicably, �family joke dating back to when she
was a baby. You see, I�m the eleventh Baron, Charles Ponsonby-Smyth,
so that makes her The Honourable Sylvia Ponsonby-Smyth.
Didn�t she tell you? Anyway when she was tiny, her brother coined the term
Hon-Syl, and I suppose it�s stuck ever since. Sorry we haven�t met before, old
chap, but my father didn�t approve of my marriage, and after the divorce, I
returned to the fold in
Sylvia caught
Sam�s eye, and wandered over. �I see you got caught by Dad. Bit of an old
charmer isn�t he?�
�The Hon-Syl?�
he asked.
She coloured
up, �Oh yes,� said Sylvia, �that. Oh, I must go and have a word with Mrs.
Prentice and thank her for coming.� She was gone, he smiled at her back.
Sally came
over, carrying her bouquet in one hand, and a sandwich in the other. �Hello,
Daddy. Congratulations by-the-way.�
�Sally, when
on earth did you practice that wonderful music?� he asked.
�Ah,� she
said, �after you left to come here last night, the choir and the musicians were
waiting for me in the Ritz�s music room. They let us have the use of it for the
evening. Did it go ok, do you think?� She took a bite of her sandwich.
�Sally,� he
said meaningfully, �I have never heard such beautiful music. It was exquisite,
wonderful.� He looked around the room, and seeing all the new Choice girls
around, prompted him. �How did the new girls manage to be here? I mean,
passports, visa, flight tickets, how?�
�I think Mme.
Macron can help you there, Daddy,� she said, �or her husband. I think they made
some calls. We knew about it yesterday morning, but weren�t allowed to say
anything to you. They knew you were disappointed in not having them all with
you for your birthday, and thought it was a way of giving you a present, which
no one else could.�
�So where are
their mothers?� he asked. �Did they still go to
�No,� she
replied, �they fixed it for them to all go to
�What�s that,
darling?� he asked intrigued.
�Call it a
treasure hunt,� she smiled, coquettishly. �None of the Club girls are wearing
anything underneath their dresses. It�s up to you to find the treasure, when
you can.�
�But,� he
said, frowning, puzzled, �they�re all wearing pantyhose.�
�No we�re
not,� she grinned. �We�re all wearing stockings and suspenders, no panties.�
She skipped away, leaving him with an uncomfortable bulge in his groin.
Sam walked
across, where he found Sir Richard Branson talking with M. Macron, Clement
Beagle, together with Celine and Marjorie and one or two others. They smiled as
he approached.
�I understand
thanks are in order to all of you for my wonderful birthday surprise. All my
Club girls here together.� He shook hands with Macron, Beagle and Branson, and
kissed Celine on her cheek, but she, as usual, turned so they kissed lips to
lips. �I know a lot of work must have gone into it all, new passports, visas,
flights,� he glanced and nodded to Branson, �organising their mothers etc. No,
thank you very much. I can�t say how much it is appreciated.�
They talked
for a few minutes, before they were called in to the meal. Several of the
girls, like Sally, had already raided some of the food. No one minded. This was
as informal a party as this room had seen in a hundred years. Everyone there
was relaxed and having a simply wonderful time. Perhaps it was due in some part
to the twenty two bridesmaids who were playing games with each other, and
talking to the great and good as if members of their own family.
The time for
speeches came around, and Sylvia�s father, Charles stood and made an eloquent
but short speech ending with the toast to the bride and groom. Next came Sam,
who was thankful for his notes prepared earlier, but adding appreciation to
those who had gone to so much trouble in arranging the wedding, flying in the
new Club girls, acquiring all their dresses, naming those who had made it
happen. He ended with proposing a toast to the bridesmaids. A funny thought
shot through his mind, as often happened with him at times like this. Of the
twenty two bridesmaids, only four were actually maids. He�d fucked the rest!
The best
man�s, or men�s speech turned into a riot of laughter, mostly at Sam�s expense.
They related many tales of bawdy nights in barracks mostly involving alcohol,
establishments of ill repute, or the Delta men obtaining equipment and supplies
from the Navy Seals stores when they weren�t looking. They even got a demand
for an encore, so much hilarity did they generate.
Their
performance ended cleverly with: �Then there was the time we were on leave in
Next, Emmanuel
Macron stood, while the applause following the best men was still dying down.
He looked like he was enjoying today immensely.
�Mesdames et
messieurs, it gives me very great pleasure to be standing here with you today,�
he revealed with a great smile on his face. �A few days ago, my darling wife
was nearly killed, while on official business. As you all know, our groom saved
her life, and the lives of all on the plane. I do not need to go over the
details of that night, but I would say over one hundred passengers on board
were citizens of my country. It gives me great pleasure therefore to ask
Monsieur Sam to step forward, for I have been authorised by my government to
award to him the Ordre National de la L�gion d'honneur � The Legion of
honour.�
Sam stepped
forward, and stood to attention, before bending forward, to allow Macron to
loop the red ribbon around his neck. The president dutifully kissed him on both
cheeks in the Gallic style, and finally shook his hand.
�Never have I
been more pleased to award this medal to any recipient, Monsieur,� he said.
�Truly I am grateful to you.� The president had a tear in one eye, as he
clapped Sam on the shoulder, before he walked back to his seat.
The last
speech was unexpected, as the ambassador stood with a glass in his hand.
�Ladies and gentlemen,� he said. �It too gives me great pleasure to be here
today. In my life, I have made a thousand speeches, but I can truly say it is
rare that I can say I looked forward to it as I do this one.� He paused, and
glanced around the room. �You can imagine my feelings, when I was called in the
middle of the night, to be informed of the hijacking of one of Sir Richards
aircraft, carrying over 300 souls aboard, 125 of them American citizens,
heading for
�Well, I have
been instructed by the president to extend an invitation to Sam, his lovely
wife, Sylvia, and all the members of his charitable foundation, The Choices
Club, to come to the White House, at a date to be arranged, where he will be
given two awards. Firstly as Sam was a civilian when this hijacking took place,
he will be granted the highest civilian honour of The Presidential Medal of
Freedom.� Huge applause shook the room, and little girlie squeals of delight.
The ambassador held his hand up.
�That�s not
all�, he continued. �It was felt by the President, and many senior people in
the Congress, that the Medal of Honor would have been
appropriate, which can only be granted to the serving military. But it has been
pointed out, however, that Sam�s amazing bravery in saving several lives, in
The ambassador
was swamped in the loud applause and cheering. Finally, he raised his glass,
and when the noise abated, he proposed the toast: �To our modest friend Sam,
and to the success of The Choices Club.� The toast was echoed around the room,
before the loud applause was taken up again, reinforced by loud, high pitched
squeals of little girl delight.
The cake was
cut using a long sword handed to him by President Macron. �This sword belonged
to Napoleon Bonaparte. I thought using it today added a touch of flare, No?�
Afterwards,
Sylvia moved around the table, and spent several minutes sitting beside as many
of the guests as she could. Sam did the same, moving the opposite direction.
After speaking to Sir Charles, and his ex wife for a few minutes, he moved on
to speak to a quiet gentleman in a grey suit, who he did not know, but
introduced himself as the director of the Paris Conservatoire. They had
supplied the musicians and choir accompanying Sally.
�Monsieur
Sam,� he said, �congratulations on your awards.� He bowed. �However, I wish to
make a little award myself. Your young lady, her name is Sally.� Sam nodded
confirmation. �I think her very talented, Monsieur. I have been in music many
decades, and rarely have I seen such talent. I have spoken to Madame Brigitte,
and we have agreed, when she leaves school, if you also permit, she will come
to the Conservatoire as a student here. Mme. Brigitte has agreed to sponsor
her. She will attend the
He found a
spare seat, between Suzy and Becky. They both immediately gave him a big hug,
and a kiss on the cheek. Speaking in a low tone, he said, �Hi girls, have you
missed me since we had a nice fuck?� They both giggled at his naughty words and
nodded. �It�s really nice to see you, I�ve missed you all. I understand Sally
has organised a treasure hunt, is that right?� Again they nodded and giggled.
�Am I allowed to try and find it now?� They giggled and nodded again.
Sam pulled the
table cloth over his knees. The two girls cottoned on, and did likewise. He
placed his hands on each of their knees, and tried to find a way in under their
dresses. The two ten year olds came to his rescue, though, when they guided his
hands to what appeared a little like a pocket, at the side of their thighs but
in fact was a clever opening, to allow the wearer to adjust their clothing
without having to lift the hem all the way up.
Inside, he
found his hands resting on their warm, silk covered thighs. He ran his hand up
and down their legs a few inches, and soon found the stocking tops, where the
clips of the suspenders were. Running his fingers further up their thighs, over
their naked skin, he felt them moving their other legs across, opening up to
his exploration. Just at the moment his fingers pushed against each of their
podgy vulvas, and he felt the damp gap leading to his heavenly treasure, his
name was called from behind.
It was
Marjorie. �Hi Sam, I thought I would just pop over and congratulate you.� She
patted him on the shoulder. �Let me shake your hand Sam. Well done.�
At that
moment, both Sam�s hands were otherwise occupied.
�Marje,� he said with a glint in his eye, looking over his
shoulder, �It�s my day, give me a kiss.� She was completely taken by surprise,
leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. �Oh come on Marje,
you can do better than that.� At which point, she coloured up and looking
furtively left and right, to make sure Sylvia didn�t see her, she kissed him on
the lips, and scuttled away as if she was a naughty girl caught stealing the
cup cakes. But it did give Sam the chance to push his fingers deep into the two
girls� pussies, which were wet to the touch, and received him willingly.
A minute or
two later, he was walking across the room to get another drink, when he came
across Sylvia. He pretended to hold her cheeks, to kiss her, while he actually
wafted his fingers, still damp from little girl arousal, under her nose, as he
said �Guess who?�
She sniffed
and smiled and said �Vintage of a ten year old I�d say, how about Suzy and
Becky?�
�How could you
possibly know that?� he asked incredulously.
�Simple,� she
said, �Sally told me you�d beaten me to the first prize in the treasure hunt,
and who�s treasure you�d claimed!�
�Huh, cheat,�
he stomped off in imitation protest. She grinned at his back.
Soon, he was
circulating around the room again, and had spoken to most of the people there.
He came across Celine Prentice, who by now had drunk several glasses of
champagne. They greeted each other in a friendly and cordial way.
�Well, Sam
you�ve certainly put your mark on the world, I must say,� she said. �You
wouldn�t believe how many people have called the office to ask if their
daughters could join our school. That�s a first. We had to switch on the
answering machine. Anyway, well done. I really mean it.�
�Thanks
Celine, and thank you for taking the trouble and expense to come over.�
�No trouble
Sam, I was due a proper holiday anyway,� she answered. �And no expense, well,
major expense anyway. I had a call from the State Governor�s office. They told
me to get my butt over here, they�d pay the bill for three nights in the Ritz.
The State Department are funding this. It makes good TV, with the elections
coming up next year. Sir Richard arranged the flights. We�re here for the three
nights, then we�re going to
�Thanks for
covering for me, Sam,� she said in a low voice. �You know what I�m talking
about. I know at the time I wasn�t very gracious, but I mean it, I really owe
you. If there�s anything I can do, anytime Sam, just say the word.�
Sam wasn�t
about to inform Celine that her pedo/lesi inclination
was as nothing to his little setup with The Club. He was never going to report
her, but keeping her on the long finger suited him.
�Forget it,
Celine, you and I understand each other, and know when to turn a blind eye I
think, Don�t you?� he said meaningfully. She nodded. �Hey,� he exclaimed, �did
you say you�re staying at the Ritz? The State Department are looking after you.
What room number are you, in case I need to call you?�
�Oh number 192,�
she replied, �I got lucky, I�ve a room on my own, the other teachers have had
to double up. I think it suited Sue Evans and Halley Watson, but less so, the
others.� Sam remembered how Sue had been taken to hospital, with the poison ivy
allergic reaction, that first day on the camp, and how Halley had reacted. It
was obvious they were an item. Sam made a mental note of Celine�s
room number. He had an idea in mind.
�
Moving on, Sam
noticed the girls were running around the halls and corridors. They seemed to
be thoroughly enjoying themselves, playing a game of hide and seek, or some
such. Whatever, they were having the time of their lives. Sam came across
Brigitte and Emmanuel macron. They were speaking to the ambassador, and
welcomed him into their conversation. He was able to thank them personally for
everything they had done for him and Sylvia. He apologised for the girls
letting off steam and running riot around the palace, their high pitched
squeals echoing along the ancient corridors.
�Think nothing
of it,� said Macron. �It is delightful to hear the music of young childrens�
voices in this living museum. Now while you�re here, we wanted to ask you your
opinion on something.� Macron went into details of the
�Well,� said
Sam, �I�m no diplomat, and no politician either, but I see things plainly. In
my opinion, everyone the world over wants just one thing; to live in peace and
quiet and raise their kids. They want to live long and die happy. They might
vary culturally, but essentially they all want the same, right?� They nodded.
�Then you�ve
got the factions, vested interests, power grabbers. In short, the shit stirrers
at the top, who use any means to get support behind their ambitions. These
days, in particular, they use religion to warp weak minds to do their bidding.
Like Islamist groups misappropriating Islam to drive organisations like the
Taliban, or Hezbollah, or
�No, Sam,�
said Macron, �that�s not so. You�ve seen all those groups you mentioned at
work. You know how they think, how they operate. The other night is an example.
It was a thousand to one chance you were there. You spoke the language, you had
experience, you had the skill, and dealt with it. Your opinion is valuable.
When I come over to the States, I would like us to meet. I think we have much
to discuss. Sylvia is friends now with Brigitte. We must meet again. I want to
hear what you have to say, but perhaps today is your day, and not for saving the
world.�
Sam liked
Macron and his wife. They were focused on making the world better. He hoped his
domestic politics wouldn�t drag him down, as it did most politicians, in the
end.
Sam needed to
take a leak, and wandered down the corridor. Earlier,
�Hi girls,� he
said, �having a good time? Looks like you�re having fun. What are you playing?�
�Hi Daddy,�
said
�Oh, but there
are,� said Sam, mischievously, �well one anyway. You�re standing right next to
it, in fact.� They looked blankly at the wall, puzzling.
�I was just
going into that room,� he continued, pointing at the wall.� Want to come and
have a look?� He clicked the secret catch, and smiled as they gasped when the
panel swung open.
The girls
followed him in, mesmerised by the interior. There was a carpeted anti-room,
with a table about five foot long, two armchairs, and a couple of sinks, behind
which was a mirror the full length of the wall. Sam walked over to the urinal,
fished his cock out and pissed a long needed stream into it, being watched by
the three interested girls, who�d never seen a man urinate before.
�Better than
the can at school, hey girls?� They giggled at his understatement. �Anyone
fancy making out for a while?�
�We thought
you�d never ask, Daddy,� said Sarah. �Mrs. P., said we mustn�t pester you
today. She said as it�s your birthday you can do as you please.� He smiled to
himself at the term �Mrs. P.�
�Oh, ok,� he
mused, pretending to think it over, �who�d like a fuck?�
They all
looked very excited. It had been over a week since he�d fucked them last, and
they were really missing him, especially Sarah, who despite trying everything
she could to wait until she saw Sam again, had started to masturbate once more,
although she�d now got Lucy to help her.
�Ok,� said
Sam, �you slip out of your dresses, while I bolt this door.� There was an
immediate flurry of action as the beautiful dresses were slipped off, and
carefully laid out over the armchairs. The three were now standing naked from
the waist up, and wearing only their white slippers, suspender belts and
stockings below. They went to take them off when Sam stopped them. He wanted
them just the way they were
They stood in
a line, giggling and elbowing each other. �Who wants to go first?� he asked.
They looked at each other, shrugging. �Ok here�s the deal. The first,� he
continued, �can have me until they cum. Then the next can have me until they
cum twice, and the third can have me until I cum. Deal?���
None of them
knew what to do. They all wanted to be first, second and third. It was too hard
to decide.
Sam put his
hand in his pocket, and pulled out three coins, and handed them one each.
�Ok, spin the
coin,� he said, �catch it and place it on the table, with your hand over it.�
They did as he said. �Whoever has the odd coin goes first. Take your hands
away.� Lucy and Sarah had heads,
Quickly,
He pushed his
tip to
He applied
gentle pressure, and felt her vagina gripping his foreskin, pulling it back, as
he penetrated her tight tunnel. He paused, allowing her to adjust, but feeling
her push back at him was all the signal he needed to press forward. She was wet
inside, he was also pouring pre-cum, it was so slick, so lubricated, he just
slid into her in one, long, slow, sensuous journey into her glorious, nine year
old, interior.
Now his hands
were free, he placed them on the mounds of Sarah and Lucy, and ran his fingers
down through their plump, but deep, clefts, over their clitties and into their
vaginas. There he found the wonderful damp slick feel of their arousal, coating
his fingers. He pulled back out, and ran his fingers over their clits again,
encouraging them to swell to his touch. For the next several minutes, while he
fucked
Sam now wanted
to bring this to a head, so upped his game, and started to slam into the nine
year old hard. He hoped the slapping sounds couldn�t be heard outside in the
corridor.
Finally,
Sam slowed to
a halt, feeling her pulses throbbing on his cock gradually slow, diminish and
finally stop. He gave her a moment to collect herself, before pulling out of
her gently. She lay in a post orgasmic malaise, mumbling something to herself
which the others didn�t make out, followed by �Oh fuck, that was good. Fuck,
but did I need that��� She was sated.
Lucy was quick
to move her friend sideways, taking her place at the centre of the table. She
bent over the edge, just as
Sam pressed
his sticky cock to her entry, and pushed in gently. He immediately realised she
was going to be tight. A lot tighter than last time. He was pleased for her,
she had recovered. Besides, he preferred them tight. He was also pleased she
was aroused. It indicated she was as keen on getting fucked as her friends and
he was. Certainly her movements of pressing back against him indicated it. As
he pressed, her engorged vulva bulged out, turning from dark pink to almost
white, then he eased and pressed again.
Without
warning, he popped into her entry, the tight ring of muscle clamping round his
crown. He paused, and felt the pressure on him ease almost immediately, and
pressed in, sliding into the child in one long slow, exquisite movement, ending
as he bumped her cervix, causing her to grunt. Again he paused, and slowly pulled
back, almost coming out of her and thrust back in. As he repeated his movement,
he speeded up. Her pussy felt so much tighter on him, so much nicer, he hoped
he wouldn�t cum, because he was worried he might.
Again while he
fucked Lucy, he fingered Sarah and Alice as he�d done before. Sarah, in
particular was cuming constantly, and she was looking forward to her turn.
Since last week, she�d tried to stop masturbating, but after she�d heard about
the hijack, she couldn�t hold back any longer and had gone to Lucy for help.
Lucy had completely understood and gone to the secret cupboard in the
Clubrooms, and found a battery vibrator, and they�d spent an hour experimenting
together. Dolly had helped them select a suitable one and advised on technique.
Sarah didn�t need to masturbate again after that, but during the flight, on her
way here, she started to feel the demands her body made on her, and it had
nearly driven her crazy. And now, he was bringing her off with his fingers, and
would soon be fucking her. Not a moment too soon.
In and out, in
and out. After about a minute, he felt Lucy starting to clamp down on him, her
climax pulsing on him, firmly, sensuously. He was amazed how quickly she�d cum,
but then he didn�t know how horny she and all the new girls had been feeling
for the past few days. He had to think about his recent conversation with
Macron about international terrorism, to stop himself cuming.
Lucy, like
Sam upped his
pace again, and after a few seconds, Lucy started to buck her hips, and her
breathing became ragged, and when she clamped on him again, he knew her second
climax had arrived. She grunted and moaned, and clamped and bucked and finally
lay still, her pulses on his cock diminishing slowly as she calmed, her
breathing still an athlete�s pant.
After she had
settled down, Sam pulled gently out of Lucy and the girls shuffled round, to
let Sarah get to the centre. She asked if he minded her lying on her back,
while he fucked her. She preferred it that way. Sam was really aroused by now,
and as long as he got his cock in one of her holes, she could lie any way she
liked. He didn�t give a shit..
The main
difference Sam noticed, as he shoved his cock into Sarah�s cunt, was that she
was dilated, wet, aroused and had obviously been cuming for the last ten
minutes or so, because she came again before he was even half way into her. He
understood her masturbation had been addictive, and he knew she had tried to
stop doing it, but he also knew she was a sex addict and was going to need
gratification very regularly. He would need to talk to Sylvia and Sally about
it. They were going to have to work out something with one or more of the other
girls. He never saw Club girls� intimacy as lesbianism. He saw it more as
therapy, like a family looking after each other, as they should. Certainly he
never saw it as dirty, only as loving.
Sarah�s orgasm
continued and continued. She was bucking under him, thrusting at his groin,
trying to get him in deeper. Her vagina was almost strangling his cock, so hard
was it clamping. She wasn�t going to stop, it was down to him. He was slamming
into her, his thighs smacking hers, as his balls swung into her bum crack. He�d
held back long enough, and when he let go, he felt the tingling in his balls,
scrotum and underside of his shaft, before he exploded into her, again and
again, pulse after pulse. spurt after spurt. The bliss that overcame him just
heavenly. God he loved fucking his little girls.
His climax
just washed so much pleasure through him. Like a cascade of delectation and
indulgence. He didn�t know how long it went on for, but in the end it was
finished, even his mini pulses having carried on for minutes were just dry
heaves now. He slowly pulled out, and as he did, there was a sucking noise, and
even as he looked, a mass of semen started to run from Sarah�s opening and down
her bum crack. He realised there was going to be a huge pool of it on the dark
blue carpet any moment. Just in time, though, Lucy was there. She sucked the
flow into her mouth, licking up through her friend�s anus and bottom, up to her
vagina. Lucy pushed her tongue into Sarah as far as she could, and then sucked
her hard, pulling as much semen from her as she could manage. She loved the
taste. She also knew her friend, not being allowed to wear panties today, was
going to have Daddy�s cum running down her thighs for the rest of the evening.
Lucy was glad that Mrs. P. had shown her how to do this.
Sam found some
hand towels, and wetting them, handed one to each girl and one for himself.
They quickly cleaned up and got dressed again. They�d been missing for twenty
minutes, and it would be noticed. Sam clicked open the door, and seeing no one
was in the corridor, sent the girls in one direction, while he went the other.
He�d fucked three bridesmaids and finger fucked two more, on his wedding day.
So far.
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CHAPTER� 74
The Green
Shower
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Brigitte and
Emmanuel had laid on a huge buffet meal earlier, and there had been a big
variety of food choices. Because there were so many youngsters, they had
decided to have a mid day ceremony, afternoon wedding breakfast and an early
evening party, ending with a light meal to round it off. A live band played
music the girls danced to, and even let Sally play their keyboard for a couple
of numbers. This meal was a much more simple affair than the earlier food. There
was asparagus to start, baked in butter and lemon. All the girls loved this,
and kept going back for more.
Then they had
mini burgers, each about two bites in size, with small pieces of baguette. With
these, they had all the trimmings, but the chef had needed to send out for
ketchup, which he knew the girls would want. Finally, the pi�ce de r�sistance,
Cr�pes Suzette. How they managed to prepare, cook and then serve over a hundred
flaming pancakes all simultaneously, Sam would never figure, but not only did
they do so, the Cr�pes tasted absolutely wonderful.
After eating,
the girls, under Sylvia�s guidance, danced with many of the elderly diplomats
and politicians, who loved the attention these young beautiful little girls
were pouring on them. Their wives took a different view.
Behind the
stage, there was a curtained off area, hiding large numbers of stacked chairs
and tables, used for conferences. Sam took the opportunity during this time,
when everyone was on the dance floor, to go behind this screen. With Sally�s
help, in pairs, each of the girls slipped behind the curtain, to let him claim
their treasure. He finger fucked every one of them. He couldn�t believe how wet
they all were. Even the four seven year olds were slippery, letting his fingers
slide into their tight little pussies for a nice feel.
It had been a
long day. The girls had been up since dawn and been rushing around ever since.
Sam had a wish to make for his birthday, and had a quiet word with Sally. �What
I want you to do Sally,� he asked, �is to get all the girls to drink at least
two cans of soda just before we go back to the hotel. I fancy trying something
new. Have you ever heard of water sports?� She shook her head, looking
mystified. �Well tonight you�ll learn. And I have a reason for making it
tonight. Tell the girls they can�t go to the bathroom until I say, OK?�
Twenty minutes
later, they thanked the Macrons, all the many guests and in particular, the
ambassador, to whom Sam quietly handed back the medals he�d worn that day, and
shook his hand in thanks. M. Macron nodded, noting the exchange. All the guests
lined up to bid farewell to the happy couple and their bridesmaids. Outside, a
bus was waiting to take them and any other guests the short distance back to
The Ritz.
On the bus,
Sam waved Jasmine to come across. He had a mission for her and asked her if she
would do a little job later. She grinned and nodded. After he�d told her, she
giggled again and went back to her seat, obviously quite excited.
Sylvia came
and sat beside him. She�d been chatting to some of her friends from the
teaching staff at school. �What was that all about?� she asked. �You and
Jasmine seemed to be in close confab about something.�
�Oh,� he
replied, �I was just being generous and mischievous at the same time.� He
leaned in to make sure they weren�t overheard. �I found out earlier that Celine
is in room 192. Of course,� he hesitated, �I never told you about her, did I?�
he said, with an innocent tone.
�Told me
what?� she demanded, completely confused.
�Celine is
into little girls,� he stated. Sylvia gasped in surprise. �For some time she�d
been paying Dolly to use little Jasmine. I caught them red handed. Got it on
camera too. I�ll show you some day. I went to see her some weeks ago about it.
By pure coincidence it was the same day I suggested to her that you, Ellie, and
I should serve on the school board. Interestingly she completely agreed with
me.�
Sylvia sat,
open mouthed, amazed. �You gotta be kidding me,� she
said, �You can�t be serious. My
�
�Well, as I
said, Celine�s in room 192. Now, as you know, Dolly
works for us full time now. By definition so does Jasmine. What if every now
and then, we let Celine have a little taste of little girl pussy, and let her
have Jasmine for half an hour. You know from time to time, keep her desperately
wanting it, once every month or six weeks. Well, we have her in the palm of our
hand, eh?�
�You crafty
bastard,� she said, wide eyed. �That�s what Dolly called you. Now I know what
she meant.� She rolled her eyes. So you�re sending little Jasmine to do her a
little favour tonight. Hmm, I�d love to be a fly on the wall to watch that.�
�But think how
useful it will be when there are issues on the school board, to have our little
group swinging the decisions. You know important ones,� he said, �like when we
review the school uniform code, or who should be in charge of discipline. Stuff
like that.�
She grinned at
him. �You never fail to amaze me, Sam. But tell me, didn�t Jasmine mind you
using her, by making her go and have sex with Mrs. Prentice?�
�Not at all,�
he replied. Celine used to have her about once a week, and was very gentle with
Jasmine. Jasmine told me she was one of her favourite customers. No, she�s
looking forward to it. I wouldn�t have asked her otherwise.�
Still cuddling
his arm, she said: �I�ve never known anyone who thinks ahead like you do.
There�s always a reason for everything you say. Which reminds me. Sally said
you wanted to try out water sports. Why tonight? She said you had a reason.�
�Ah, that
would be telling,� he grinned at her, �why spoil the surprise. Do you want to
try it, by the way? We�ll have twenty-one girls pissing all over us, if you
fancy it. But as it�s our wedding night, I wondered if we shouldn�t, you know
have a fuck while they do it, if you fancy that.�
�Do you know
Sam,� she smiled, �I just might.�
His phone
chimed, announcing a WhatsApp had come in. Looking at the display, he saw it
was from Ellie. He opened the message, which read: �Hi Sam and Sylvia, I hope
your wedding went well. As you now know, all the other mothers arrived here
yesterday. We�re having quite a party. It has been a fantastic success. You
seem to have hit the headlines. Everyone here is very proud of you.
Congratulations. I have chatted to all of the mothers now about what we
discussed. You will be glad to know all of them have agreed. No one made a fuss.
All of the original Club mum�s had worked it out for themselves. They told me
they�ve known for weeks. Five of the new mums expected it, and the other four
were happy with the idea anyway. All are glad it�s now in the open. Suzy�s mum
Lisa wanted you to know that she now understands why you blushed when she asked
you what you did to Suzy to stop her being shy. She�s really pleased you cured
Suzy,� she continued. �One other thing, Sam, Wendy Williams, Sally�s mum, has
got herself a boyfriend. I don�t know how serious it is, but we haven�t seen
much of her for a day or two now. He works in the hotel as a waiter. It looks
serious. I�ll keep you posted.�
He
acknowledged the receipt, told Ellie to treat everyone to a meal in the best
restaurant in the city, and signed off. Certainly the exchange of messages had
taken a weight off his mind. It was turning into a great birthday and it wasn�t
over yet.
The journey
from the palace back to the hotel was less than a mile, and, even in the heavy
city traffic, they were soon back there. Sam and Sylvia said goodnight to their
work colleagues and headed for their suite. Several of the girls were, by now,
cupping their pussies with their hands, shuffling from foot to foot.
Sam, realising
they wouldn�t be able to hold on much longer ushered everyone in, and told them
to strip off as quickly as they could. He and Sylvia led the way in to the huge
bathroom. As there was a big wet room area at one end, they didn�t have to
crowd into a cubicle. Sam took Sylvia�s hand, and lay on the marble floor.
There was no need to use stimulation, as they were both highly aroused already.
Pre-cum was pouring from his cock, and Sylvia too was oozing translucent
glandular lubrication, making them both really slippery, for only the second time
in her whole life. He got her to squat down over him, facing his feet. As she
made contact with him, he just slid all the way in. He then pulled her down
onto him, and asked her to lie down on him and stretch out, so her legs were on
his, her head resting on his chest, just under his chin. He ran his hands over
her belly, feeling the slight rise of her pregnancy. She�d had her scan and had
been a little shocked when they�d confirmed it would be twins.
�Right girls,�
he said, �I know some of you really need to go urgently, so do this as quickly
as you can, in your own time. I want you to squat over us, pull open your
little pussies, and piss on our faces. See if you can get lots into our
mouths.� Even the girls, who had undergone a very wide sex education since
joining The Club, found this request quite shocking, but at the same time very
exciting. They were keen to have their turn, especially Suzy, who knew Sam had
enjoyed secretly sucking her bladder dry during her induction.
Sally was the
first to step forward, and putting her feet either side of Sam�s shoulders,
squatted down slightly, pulled open her labia, exposing her urethra, and after
a pause of several seconds, while she willed herself to let go, she poured a
huge torrent of urine down onto her two favourite people. Sam was looking
around the side of Sylvia�s head, and the first flow hit him right in the face,
splashing over his nose, and closed eyes. He moved slightly, and managed to get
a mouthful of the pungent, tangy fluid, which he quickly swallowed. It tasted
wonderful. Sally moved her aim across to Sylvia.
�Poo, what�s
that stinky smell?� asked, Lizzie. �And look, Sally�s piss is green too. Why is
that?�
Sally�s huge
flow was running down Sylvia�s chin, neck and tits by now, a yellow-green flow.
�You all had several helpings of asparagus,� Sam explained. �I don�t suppose
you�ve eaten it before. It has this effect, though. It makes your pee smell and
turn green. Fun isn�t it?� He noticed several of the girls were looking
uncomfortable, needing to go, waiting their turn. �Now,� he continued, �you
don�t have to do this one at a time. Why not stand one behind the other, and
several of you can do it together.�
Sam thrust
into Sylvia, who�d already started to cum, from the excitement of having Sally
piss all over her. Even her blond hair had turned a shade of light green now.
As Sally moved away,
Sam had
swallowed gallons of the pungent fluid, and still thirsted for more. His cock
was so stiff, it hurt. His whole body was soaked. He was wet from head to foot
with warm, steamy warm, smelly, green, wonderful piss. The asparagus made it
taste delicious. He was just so turned on. And why not, it was his wedding
night after all.
Sally had
lined up Alice, Sarah, Lucy and Becky to take over as soon as the others
finished, so the full flow of wonderful urine continued. A few moments later,
the next four were ready too; and so it continued, until every girl had emptied
their full bladders over their two favourite people. Knowing Sam�s preference for
the very youngest girls, Sally had kept the seven year olds to last. Just as
Naomi, Daisy, Sophie and Jenny finished, Sam blasted into Sylvia a full load.
It was so sudden and powerful, she lifted up a few inches, and crashed into a
new orgasm of her own. It was only the second fuck of her life, and she
wondered if she might like to have her husband service her more often.
When they�d
lain still for a minute or two, Sally signalled to the group, standing round
watching. They all stepped closer into a group hug, with Sam and Sylvia still
lying on the floor. Sally switched all the shower heads on, and they just let
the cascade flow over them all, washing them clean. They cuddled and caressed
each other.
Having drunk a
fair amount of champagne, the girls didn�t need rocking to sleep that night. As
soon as they were dry, they crawled into bed and were asleep in seconds. Sam
lay in the centre of the bed, his daughters cuddling into his sides, their
gentle breathing rustling the hairs on his skin. With all The Club girls now
here, the massive beds were full of little naked girls. He was pensive for a
moment. He was now married, a holder of the Legion of Honour, and had a summons
to go to the White House to be honoured again. All he desired in the world was
in this room, his girls. He didn�t need the trappings of fame or medals, of
media adulation. It wouldn�t make his life better, and arguably, worse.
As he lay
there, he was aware of Sally climbing onto him, her knees either side of his
thighs, in what was becoming her regular sleeping place. Nothing was said, as
she wriggled herself into a comfortable position, allowing his, now, tumescent
cock to settle into her entry and then gently ooze into and penetrate her
vagina. Sally was instead more worried about how she was going to be able to
manage to sleep after they returned home, without him close to her. God, she so
loved this man. Neither Sally or Sam felt in any way he was being adulterous on
his wedding night. Besides, they both knew Sylvia had a similar relationship
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CHAPTER 75
Exploring
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The following
few days flew passed in a blur. Sam was having the time of his life. He had
twenty two preteens willing to do anything he asked of them. He was surprised
how many, particularly the younger ones, whose vaginas were so small, were keen
for him to experiment and let him try to fuck them up their asses. He, or
rather Sally, made sure they each got his attention. There wasn�t any jealousy,
because Sally ensured everyone had their fair share of his cock, but there was
certainly friendly rivalry. They all tried to see how many �oh
The other
little change was the girls had always found calling Sylvia Miss. P. awkward.
It was OK at school, but when you�re licking between someone�s thighs, or they
are sucking cum out of your pussy, it seemed a little formal. Of late, some of
them had started to call her Sylvia. Now she was married, they certainly
weren�t going to call her Mrs. Pottuleniovskyinsky.� But some of them had heard Sam�s conversation
with her father, Sir Charles, and overnight, they were all calling her Hon-Syl.
She didn�t
mind at all, in fact she liked it. It reminded her when she was their age. The
time when she used to be taught by her mother the joys of being a woman. She
owed her mum a lot, and she didn�t regret for a moment that she, like her mum,
liked little girls the way she did. Her father had found out about it, and it
was the main reason the marriage failed. That and the fact that he tended to be
violent when he�d had too much to drink, which was a couple of times a week.
Her mum should have found someone nice to marry, someone who liked little girls
too, like Sam.
The day after
the wedding, Sam and Sylvia had arranged to take the girls on a tour of the
city. On the way out of the hotel, Sam saw Celine about to get into a taxi. He
waved and she walked over to him.
�I think I
need to thank you for what you let me have, you know, last night, Jasmine�..�
she said, becoming lost for words. �Thanks Sam.�
�That�s OK
Celine, don�t mention it. It was my way of thanking you, you know, for coming
over, and that. She�s a nice kid, isn�t she? She�ll do anything I ask. But
there�s one thing, Celine.� He gave her a steady look. �Please remember she
doesn�t do what she used to do, not for money, understand? Her mum works for me
now. She doesn�t take clients anymore. I�d be very unhappy if Jasmine told me
people were asking her to work again. Know what I mean? But once in a while,
perhaps if I need to say �thank you� again, she might be willing to do
something for you, if I ask her in the right way.� Celine looked at him. A new
understanding now between them. She smiled and reaching up, kissed him on the
lips in her manner.
�I hope I can
do a lot of favours for you Sam,� she pouted, �so you can thank me more often�.
They went to
Lucy in
particular showed a lot of interest, and asked one of the painters to show him
how he did a particular shading technique. She asked if she could try, and he
agreed. The conversation had to be entirely translated by Sam. As it turned
out, she was very adept at it, and the man told Sam she had a rare talent.
During term time he taught in an art college in the south of
None of the
others had understood what had been said, so when he explained what was to
happen, Lucy was overwhelmed. She clung to Sam like a limpet for five whole
minutes, thanking him, her arms wrapped round his neck, her legs encircling his
waist. Sam didn�t mind, his hand cupped her naked bum, beneath her skirt. She
had always doodled at home and copied drawings in magazines. She�d borrowed
books from the library and had self taught to a reasonable level. Now she knew
that with The Club�s help, she would be able to follow her dream. Make
something of herself. No longer would she be living the hell of Jake�s gang,
but instead learning art properly as she�d always wanted and dreamed of doing,
and being in The Club, where she was respected, loved and cherished.
Lucy, who had
been thinking all these things through her mind, suddenly stopped, still in
Sam�s arms, feeling his fingers exploring her, suddenly spoke up, as they
walked across the crowded square. �Sam, Hon-Syl, everyone, I want to say
something.� Sometimes in The Club they knew when it was important to listen to
one of their friends. This was one of those times. They all stopped and crowded
round in a circle around Lucy, as Sam put her back on her feet. �I wanted to
say, �I love you all�. Daddy saved me from Jake�s gang and helped my mum and me
live somewhere nice and has made me very happy today. I will always remember
today, so if it is possible, I would like to be inducted today.�
There was a
moment�s silence, before all the girls crowded into Lucy, hugging her and
kissing her, congratulating her and just being glad for her. Sam was pensive
for a moment. He realised that Lucy, and before her Sally and Sandy &
Mandy, all had latent talent. Many of the other girls might have too. He needed
to probe deeply, to find out what hidden talents the others might hold. It was
something, he chastised himself about, he should have commenced this before. On
their return home, he would correct that.
They had a
light lunch of Moules et Frites
in the open air, with half a dozen bottles of a most delightfully chilled
Sancerre. Again the waiters loved the fact that these young girls ate and
drank, with gusto and enthusiasm, the food and wine which they knew was foreign
to them.
It wasn�t
long, though, before Sam was recognised, and soon had a flock of tourists
surrounding him asking for autographs and selfie pics. There was a downside to celebrity status. They would
have liked to relax for a while, but it was time to go. They paid the bill and
left.
They took a
bus, and dropped back down to the river, then along the Rue de Rivolli and the next couple of hours were spent back in the
Louvre museum. Even then, they had hardly touched on
a fraction of what there was to see. Lucy was very interested in the
contemporary art gallery, and asked if she could remain there while the others
went to study the old masters, and in particular the Mona Lisa. Sylvia stayed
with her, asking her opinion of what they were looking at.
While they
were sitting alone, Lucy on Sylvia�s lap, looking at a large painting, which to
Sylvia, looked as if paint had been chucked over the canvas from a bucket, Lucy
tackled a subject she�d been pondering on for a while.
�Hon-Syl,� she
opened, �why do you and Daddy spend your whole lives looking after us. We are
just a bunch of girls, all from poor homes. You and Daddy helped Mum and me get
out of our flat, out of Jake�s hands. The other girls all know what he did for
Sandy and Mandy as well, getting them into the State gymnastics team. They know
that wasn�t as easy as he pretended. They even know Daddy saved Vicky and
Vera�s lives when we were at camp, and what he did that night, you know, Mr.
Morgan and the other two men.� Sylvia stiffened. �Please don�t tell Daddy we
know, we love him for it. But, the girls all know what happened that night and
that he�d do the same for any of them. And then you spend all this money and
time bringing us all to Europe. But why? Don�t tell me it�s because he�s a pedo
and just likes little girls. We all know he is, and it�s OK. We like that stuff
anyway. There�s more to it than that, has to be. If it was just the sex stuff,
you could have just taken us to Orlando or somewhere like that, given us a few
bucks and done what you wanted before dumping us. And you, Hon-Syl, why do you do
it?�
�Well,
darling,� answered Sylvia tentatively, �I�m a teacher, plain and simple. It�s
in my blood. I get a real buzz when I help a child, achieve something. Sam has
helped me do it on a big scale, though. Yes, I�m a pedomom,
as you know. I like to mess around with boys and girls, any kids really, taking
what I could, in fact, if I got the chance. I used to be very selfish, then I
met Sam. He changed my life. Made me see things differently. He has a vision,
which I now share.�
�He�s changed
all of our lives. What�s his vision?� asked Lucy pensively. Sylvia nodded.
�He�s very
focussed,� continued Sylvia, �he really wants you girls to succeed in life.
He�s already told me he wants you to go to an art college as soon as we get
home. I think, in fact I know, it all started in Afghanistan first. He told me
a little about it when we talked about setting up The Club. He saw kids, your
age, getting killed. He saw kids horribly burned, wounded, orphaned and abused.
He saw hatred in their eyes. Real hatred, you know, strong enough to want to
kill, stoked up by the Taliban, who also wanted to shut down the little
remaining education available to girls there, and knew without it they�d have
nothing, just be slaves in their own families. That�s how he saw it. Then he
was wounded, and had to leave the army. While he recovered, he promised himself
he was going to try and make a difference to some girls; help them make
something of themselves; educate them; open doors for them. It was his way to
help right the wrong he�d seen over there. He couldn�t return to Afghanistan to
help, but he knew there were many girls, like you, who could benefit from his
vision. Call it his mission in life, his crusade. He came home from Afghanistan
with mental as well as physical wounds. Doing this, forming The Club, was his
way to heal himself, and I can tell you it�s working. His P.T.S.D. has almost
gone. I haven�t seen him shaking for weeks.�
�Thank you for
telling me, Hon-Syl,� said Lucy. �I love Daddy for what he has done for me and
Mum and my friends. But now that I know why he helped us, I love him even more.
He really is a lovely man. I will tell the other girls. They will want to know.
But how do I repay him, Hon-Syl? I don�t mean in bed, I would do that anyway,
how do I thank him?�
�All he asks,�
replied Sylvia, �is for all you girls to try your best at whatever you do in
life. He knows you will succeed if you try. That�s how to thank him. I won�t
tell him what we�ve said. It�s just between us OK?�
�OK. Can I ask
one more thing,� whispered Lucy, twisting slightly on Sylvia�s lap.
�Yes darling,
what is it?�
�No one�s
around, I�m not wearing panties. Would you slip your hand underneath, and play
with me for a while? I can�t stop thinking about my induction later, and, well,
you know���
After they
left the Louvre, they walked along the river and
crossed to the island where the magnificent Notre Dame cathedral was. They
spent an hour viewing the enormous French gothic style building. Sam was
surprised how much interest the girls were showing in the architecture of
Paris. He�d half expected them to get bored. Even so, small doses were in
order, and he called it a day. It was then Sally made the comment which Sam
paid little heed to at the time, but would recall vividly a year later, when
the terrible fire gutted the ancient building: �Seven centuries Our Lady has
stood here, and in one more year, she will burn�.
Outside the
cathedral, is a large open space, where there are many pencil portrait artists.
They made their living sketching head and shoulders drawings for a few Euros.
On a whim, he got each girl, Sylvia and himself, sitting in front of different
artists, having their portrait drawn. He visualised them being framed and hung
in the Clubroom, when they returned home. A nice memory of their stay. He asked
those sketching the new members, to add a choker necklace, like the others had,
round their necks. He felt a little artist�s licence in order. He hoped they
would all be wearing them before long anyway.
They walked
back towards the hotel, chatting animatedly about all they�d seen, each
carefully carrying their rolled up portrait. They were going to Disneyland
again the following day, and Sam didn�t want them to have a late night. It was
still early, so he asked the girls what they�d like to do for the rest of the
day. After some discussion, they asked if they could eat in their suite
tonight. He didn�t mind that, but then they went a bit coy. Sam wasn�t used to
this. He knew there was more to it. Even Sally was reluctant to be candid. It
was Karen, who with her usual bluntness said:�
�We want something special Daddy.� She grinned at him.
His interest
was aroused. �Go on, Karen,� he said quietly, �you might as well tell me.�
Sylvia had by
now sidled up the other side of Karen as they walked along.
�Well,� said
Karen, �Ever since we all joined The Club, we wanted to try something, but were
embarrassed to ask. We know you won�t mind, but we�re still embarrassed.�
�What is it
Karen?� he asked, intrigued.
�Well Lizzie
told us about stuff she had read about,� Karen said, getting into her stride
now, �you know in the past, in Roman times, and how they had like, orgies and
stuff. Parties when people drank lots of wine and did things to each other, you
know, really naughty things. Jasmine said she�d been taken to a couple of
parties a bit like that too.�
�Don�t we do
stuff like that now, Karen?� he asked.
�Well, yes and
no,� she said, �we do lots of things you and Sylvia want to do, and we love
doing them lots, but sometimes we want to do our stuff too, and, well we don�t
get the chance. We�ve taken a liking to champagne, and we would like to have
pizza with it and, well do what we want, how we want, with who we want.��
�OK,� he said,
�We�re nearly back at the hotel, tell the others it�s free season tonight.
Anything goes. I know a little shop near here, I need to get a few things. I
will be back soon. You all go on up to the suite.� He walked off, but soon
realised Sally was with him.
�You didn�t
think I would let you wander off on your own without me, did you?� she asked,
taking his hand in hers, a spark of energy passing between them.
�You might
start talking to strange little girls,� she grinned. �I can�t have that. Where
are we off to?�
�There�s a
nice little sex shop around the corner here somewhere,� he answered, �but first
I must call in to see Claude in Cartiers and settle
up with him.� They walked in to the jewellers and Claude immediately fawned
over Sally. He ran his fingers through her silvery hair, as the French so often
do with young girls. Sam thanked him for the incredible job they had done on
Sylvia�s watch. �Oh yes,� said Sally, �she never takes it off. It�s the nicest
thing she owns. She loves the strap especially. It�s like my choker, look.� She
held it away from her neck. Claude had long since noticed it. �It is gold, I
see,� said Claude, �very fine work.� Sam, of course, had to translate what was
said. While there, Sam took the opportunity to buy a present for Lizzie, whose
birthday was in a few days time. He felt he�d treated her harshly when he�d
nearly kicked her out of The Club. He wanted to make it up.� After twenty minutes, Sam managed to
extricate himself from Claude, having paid the bill, and left with Sally hand in
hand.
A narrow side
street led to the plain fronted shop. No advertising was shown on the window,
except a sign stating, �Private clients, over 18�s only.� Sam wasn�t quite sure
whether to take Sally in with him, or leave her outside. However, as they
approached the door, a couple got there first, accompanied by two girls,
obviously their daughters, aged perhaps seven and eight. They entered without
hesitation. So Sam and Sally, following their lead, entered. Sally found the
shop an emporium of wonder. Everywhere she looked things she would never have
believed would be available in a shop. The two girls who�d just entered,
clearly knew their way around, and were now thumbing through some porn
magazines in a corner, while their parents were choosing from a selection of
vibrators. Sam couldn�t help noticing the older one rubbing the front of her
dress as she looked at the pictures, caressing herself. The couple assumed the
only two other customers in the shop, who were Americans, wouldn�t speak French
and were careless about what they said.�
Sam noticed the vibrators were very small sizes, and heard the man ask
his wife, �do you think she�ll enjoy this one? It should fit her about right,
don�t you think?� The woman nodded, before saying, �oh look, they�ve got an
even smaller one. This might fit Mimi. Let�s get it as well, and see.� Sam�s
cock stirred as he glanced across at the two pretty French girls, who were in
for a treat later.
His purchases
were simple. He needed some KY jelly. It was on offer in a carton of six.
Seeing the tiny vibrators the other couple had bought, he chose a selection,
taking three boxes of ten different designs. �Anything else you think we might
want, Sally?� She nodded, �I�ve been reading on the internet about Ben Wa Balls. They�ve got some over there. Let�s get the girls
a pair each. They can wear them tomorrow. Oh and one more thing.� She coloured
up, her face now quite red. �Lets get some of these.� She pointed to some
bundles of thick red fluffy rope, in cellophane packets. Next to them was a
small leather whip. The handle was about six inches long, with a round
distinctly shaped knob end. There were nine leather thongs at the other end,
about a foot long, each with a knotted end. �What do we need these for, Sally?�
asked Sam. Genuinely puzzled.
�Well,� she
answered, �it�s Lizzie�s birthday next week, Daddy, and you know what she�s
like, and well, umm��.� Sam thought it a great idea.
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CHAPTER 76
Lucy�s
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They arrived
back at the hotel, and went straight up to their rooms. There was a buzz of
excitement already. The girls had moved furniture around in what seemed to Sam
a well pre-planned operation. Three square coffee tables had been pushed
together and several blankets spread over the top of them with a couple of
pillows.
Sam took out
the half dozen tubes of KY jelly and thirty vibrators, and placed them around
the room. He took Lizzie�s birthday presents through to his bedroom, though,
and hid them in his suitcase. When he returned, the pizza which Sylvia had
ordered earlier had arrived, and they were soon tucking into it with relish. It
was a bit incongruous to see it being washed down with large flutes of �50 a
bottle champagne. Already, Sam saw several empty bottles lying on the carpet
and one or two of the girls giggling. He�d made a decision not to interfere.
They�d asked for this to be their night. He mustn�t say anything. If there were
hangovers in the morning, then so be it.
It was
imperceptible, but over the next few minutes, as the food was eaten, the girls�
clothes started to disappear a bare chest here, a pair of shoes there. He never
noticed them coming off, but, almost magically, suddenly, there were twenty two
naked pre-teens sitting, mostly on the floor, cross legged, finishing the last
remnants of their food, before topping up their glasses again. Little Sophie,
Jenny, Naomi and Daisy were walking round, each carrying a bottle. Every time
they bent down to fill a glass, with their feet far apart, their pudenda flared
open. Little rosebuds peeling open, beneath their peach shaped vulvas split,
down the centre, undulating with their movements, their gorgeous cracks,
opening just enough to show the darker indent heralding their vaginas.
What struck
Sam the most, was how quiet they all were. No one was rushing about. They were
relaxing, half watching another Disney re-run on the TV. After, perhaps half an
hour, someone suggested they all sat round in a big circle, facing inwards.
Hannah got up, and handed them each one of the new vibrators, which they spent
a moment or two working out how to switch on. Sylvia and Sam were still sitting
on one of the settees, watching the proceedings. Lucy was sitting between them.
She knew her turn would cum very soon. Sylvia put her arm round the child, and
her other hand between her thighs.
As if from an
unseen signal, the circled girls lay back, propped up on one elbow, and started
to stimulate the girl to their right, using the tip of the little plastic
devices. The humming sound, now like the drone of a distant hive of bees. After
several minutes, it was noticeable that legs, knees and toes were twitching, as
the girls became aroused. Hips started to lift slightly in a gentle rhythm.
Knees parting; heart beats increasing; breathing quicker and shallower,
becoming ragged; labia swelling, as the blood of arousal flowed into them;
clits becoming sensitive. Nothing cataclysmic, nothing dramatic; just a general
increase in sexual tension slowly pervaded the room.
This went on
for twenty minutes or more. The girls were so relaxed, in their loving. They
took as much pleasure as they gave. They were getting higher, but it was as if
they were holding back. Sally, sitting on the far side of the circle from Sam
looked meaningfully at him, their silent communication saying nothing, and yet
saying everything. It was the signal.
Sam stepped
into the circle, and turning, lifted Lucy up and over her friends, and laid her
down on the table. She was ready. She�d cum several times on Sylvia�s finger
tips.
�Choose your
position, Lucy,� he whispered to her. �It�s your induction, any way you like.�
She smiled up at him, and lay on her back, her long, long, blond hair spreading
like a carpet beneath her, and pulled her knees up, tucking them behind her
shoulders, like a gymnast. She did it so quickly, and in such a practiced way,
he wondered if she had been having lessons from Sandy and Mandy. After her
conversation with Hon-Syl earlier, she really, really wanted Daddy to enjoy
this as much as she did.
In this
position, her pussy was sticking straight up in the air. Sam stepped up onto
the table, his feet either side of Lucy�s hips, and squatted down, until his
balls just touched her bum. He then took hold of his cock, pre-cum now flowing
from him in one long thick slimy string. He pushed it down, until it was
pointing at her, and rubbed the tip along her cleft, spreading the clear
slippery lubricant. As he did, she pushed her knees outwards, causing her cleft
to part further, her reddy pink vagina to flare open
even more, her passage opening, even as he looked down at her. He paused,
holding his cock directly over her entry, and watched as the string of pre-cum
dribbled down and disappeared into her.
Sam�s cock,
being bent down, started to ache a little, so he stepped forwards, and turned
around, his bum now above her face, so as he bent over, his cock came into line
with her entry. Taking hold of her hips with both hands now, he pressed his
crown into her cleft, watching it as it oozed slowly into her. Her, now tight
vagina, reluctantly parting, her labia bulging outwards, as he penetrated the
nine year old. She felt so different to that first time in the tent, all those
weeks ago, when he had raped her in her sleep and slipped in with no resistance
at all.
Lucy started
to undulate her hips very slightly in tiny movements. Sam let her motions apply
the pressure needed to push his cock slowly into her. All he did was feed her
his cock, her movement did the rest. Her vagina seemed to have a life of it�s
own. The ribbed walls pulsed on him, quivering and massaging him with every
motion she made. He eventually felt his tip bump into her rubbery cervix, just
half an inch short of full penetration. At this time, he took the lead, and
pulled back an inch or two, before pressing in again, and back and in. Very
soon, he was moving quickly in and out of her, extending his scope every cycle,
until his crown was just popping out, before being pressed back all the way to
her hot, wet, secret, sensuous depths. He realised, he was now pressing his
pubic mound hard against her pudenda. He was fully inside her.
He was aware
that although all the girls, still in their circle, continued to masturbate
their neighbours with the little buzzing toys, their fingers, and in several
cases, their tongues, every one of them was watching him and Lucy, as the
inductee started to moan, and clench her fists, and screw up her toes and move
her head quickly from side to side. Sam felt a tension inside her, along the
whole length of his cock, and then again and again. She was about to cum, and everyone
in the room sensed it. At that moment, Sally called out �now�, and all the
vibrators (except for the five virgins), were turned, and pressed deeply into
the willing pussies of every Club girl. As if choreographed, within five or ten
seconds, the orgasms of every one of them echoed around the room. Some moaning,
some snorting through their noses, some �oh
Lucy had been
holding back as long as she could. She knew that Daddy had felt her early
clenches, and had eased off a little to make her last longer, make it better
for her. She loved him so much. She loved him with more intensity than she
hated Jake, and yet they�d both fucked her. The one kindly, the other with
force. She now knew and understood Daddy much better. All his needs, desires
and perhaps some of his faults. Casting her mind back, she had wondered if
something had happened to her that night on camp. She�d woken in the morning,
feeling the familiar stickiness, the sensitive parts tingling and her panties
lying on the tent floor, she had no recollection of taking them off. At the
time she was so used to being raped at home, though, it didn�t really worry her
in the least. Now it would, today. She belonged to Daddy, she belonged to The
Club and it mattered now very much, because everyone in The Club mattered and
what happened to each of them and their bodies mattered very much indeed,
because they belonged to each other, a sacred bond. One for all, all for one.
Sam realised
Lucy was being pensive. He understood from the previous inductions how
important this was to the girls. It wasn�t just about having a good fuck,
although, partly, it was. It wasn�t about having a mind blowing orgasm, that
too. Nor was it about the illicitness of what they were all doing together,
with a bond of secrecy, although partly it was that also. It was about formally
being accepted as a Club member, like a marriage. It was a milestone in life.
Knowing everyone in the room would do anything for you, without question.
Anything at all. Absolutely anything.
Lucy felt her
climax approaching suddenly. It was like a rushing wind hitting her, blowing
her away, or a breaking wave of surf on a beach, about to crash over a swimmer.
Then she called out. She never recalled afterwards what she�d said, but Sam
would remember for the rest of his life. She said, �thank you Daddy, from me;
thank you from my Mummy and especially thank you from every girl in Afghanistan�.
Her mind went
numb. A cascade of lights flashed around the back of her screwed up eyelids.
The feelings of ecstasy swept through her like the waves crashing onto a beach
after a storm. Unstoppable, relentless, on and on. It was the best orgasm of
her life. Jake never made her cum, nor any of the gang. Sam always did, and
several of the other Club girls had too. But this was way better. Just so
special. She felt like she was being lifted into the air on a cloud of warm,
soft, loving caresses. She opened her eyes, and found she was covered in the
hands of her friends. Each hand caressing her in a loving way, passing onto her
their unconditional love for her, on the day of her induction. This once
worthless, gang raped little girl, felt valued, felt alive. She belonged. She
was home.
Lucy never
felt Daddy cum, so overwhelmed was she with her experience, but as she came to
her senses, she realised he was flaccid now, and slowly slipping from her, his
cum already being expelled from her as she pulsed the last gentle clenches in
her cunt. What she didn�t know was her words of thanks had triggered one of the
most intense orgasms of his life. She had unwittingly reached into the core of
his being.� Before she could uncoil and
stretch her legs out on the table, Hon-Syl was there. Her favourite lady. The
one person she could always go to for girlie advice. She felt her hands clasp
her hips, as she brought her mouth down to her open pussy, licking her
stickiness away, sucking on her pudenda, bringing her back to a smaller,
gentler calmer climax. She was vaguely aware of Sandy and Mandy standing behind
Hon-Syl, each holding a vibrator doing something to her, that she couldn�t see.
Something she obviously liked.
When Lucy
finally managed to sit up on the blanket covered table, she looked around the
circle of her friends. All of them again leaning back on their elbows, watching
her with glazed eyes. She couldn�t help but notice they all had little pink
vibrators sticking out of them, still buzzing, still giving pleasure. Hon-Syl
was going around now, gently pulling the toys out of them in turn, switching
them off, sucking the shafts, before putting them into a box.
It took a few
minutes for the group to regain their composure. Some had enjoyed the most
amazing orgasm, some were drunk, and some both. Lucy stood on the table, her
hands now at her side, her friends standing around her, as her Daddy
approached, each of his hands holding the opposite end of a choker, which he
gently clipped around her neck.
Lucy, knowing
how important Daddy thought the pledge was, cleared her throat, and said, �As
it is my induction, I would like to pledge to you all, I will always follow all
five of The Club rules. Also, Daddy, thank you for making my induction so very
nice and special. I will treasure the memory all my life. And thank you for my
lovely necklace.� This was followed by rapt applause from around the room.
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CHAPTER 77
DisneyLand
Paris revisited � Rosie�s Induction.
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After the
rigours of the orgy, and the considerable amount of alcohol consumed, it wasn�t
long before Sam and Sylvia were carrying naked, unconscious girls into the
bedroom, and laying them down one next to the other. Sam couldn�t resist
molesting several of them for a minute or two. He�d always loved doing it to
sleeping girls, when opportunity arose.
A few
stalwarts kept going, one of them being Rosie. With her parallel shaped body,
long blond hair and bright blue eyes, round, button nose face, she was a real
poppet. As Sam sat on the settee, his cock inside Alice, who was leaning
against his chest, fast asleep, his fingers pressed into the sleeping Becky on
one side and the chatty Rosie on the other.
�Daddy,� Rosie
asked, �when I make a wish, can I ask for anything I want, anything at all?�
�Well,� he
said guardedly, knowing from her tone that something unusual was about to be
asked, �If it�s possible, and reasonable, not dangerous and doesn�t hurt, I
suppose, yes. What was it you wanted to ask for?�
She giggled,
and hid her face into his side, before peeping out between the fingers now
covering her face. She swallowed, coughed a fake cough.
�Daddy,� she
started, �I am really looking forward to going to Disney tomorrow. I�ve never
been back home, only to Ridge Falls, when you took us there. I am so excited.�
�So what is
your wish, darling?� he asked.
�Weeeeelll,� she giggled again, getting silly and hid her
face again, before whispering, �Would it be alright if you induct me at Disney?
You know on one of the rides or somewhere when I can see thousands of people.
Not here in the hotel, but out in the open. I want to do it when only The Club
girls know what�s happening, but where lot�s of others can see me, but not know
what we�re doing. Would you do that for me Daddy?�
Sam thought
for a moment. �Well,� he said, �no promises, right?� she nodded. Let�s see what
happens, and where we can go to do it. We�ll make the decision when the time
comes, OK?� She grinned and hugged him, parted her knees, and let him diddle
her to a nice cum, before she too drifted off to sleep.
It was only a
minute or two after he�d got into bed, when Sam felt movement. He knew she
would be there as soon as the others had fallen asleep. She had a secret
besotted love for him and she just had to be with him. She moved over him,
until he slipped into her, where she needed him. They moved gently, quietly,
lovingly, making love in the true meaning of it. When they came together, it
was as if he was giving her a life saving transfusion of love and she
reciprocated in the wonderful passion he felt for her. God he loved Sally.
But he had a
secret too. He only had to touch Sally and something electric went off inside
him, which didn�t happen with any of the others. She turned him on in an
inexplicable way. It wasn�t physical. She was beautiful, yes, but no more than
the others. It wasn�t her pussy, or even the way she felt inside, lovely as it
was. It was something deeper. Love, yes, but more than that. They had a
closeness, a need for each other, like water in the desert to a thirsty animal.
All the other Club girls were aware of it. He was becoming conscious of it now
himself. Suddenly, the words from an old Hollies song, �The air that I breathe�
came to his mind. It exactly suited the moment:
�Making love
with you has left me peaceful, warm, and tired. What more could I ask. There�s
nothing left to be desired. Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak. So sleep,
silent angel, go to sleep.�
In that
moment, he understood. It was Sally, just her. �There�s nothing left to be
desired�. That night of her induction, she�d been transmogrified. Everyone knew
it, they�d all sensed it. Until now, though, he hadn�t realised, so had he and
that rea
The following
morning was hustle and bustle. There were more than a few sore heads among the
girls, who had imbibed a little too freely with the wine. But somehow they got
into the courtesy bus in time and were able to relax during the journey. At
first they were all walking a little awkwardly, as they got used to the Ben Wa Balls they�d been asked to push into themselves. As they
walked, Sam imagined he could hear a faint clicking sound.
This time they
headed for the other park, and split again into small groups. Sam, Sylvia,
Vicky and Vera each led a group. Sally insisted on staying with Sam. They
agreed on a time and place to meet for lunch and set off in different
directions.
Again, Sam had
the youngest girls with him, Naomi, Daisy, Jenny, Sophie,
�You know,
Sally,� he said quietly, �Rosie has posed a real challenge to me with her
induction. It seems to me, she wants me to fuck her in public. Not only that,
she�s a virgin and that has it�s practical problems too. What am I going to
do?�
�Don�t worry
Daddy,� she replied, grinning at his uncertainty, �you�ll think of a way of
doing it. We�ll all be there. Hon-Syl will make sure she�s OK. Just relax and
enjoy yourself. I know you�ll like fucking another new eight year old virgin
when the time comes. Just think how tight she�ll be and how nice it will be to
slip into her for the first time, with the whole world watching,� she giggled
at him. �Besides, the younger they are, the more you like them.�
�Huummph,� he grumped, uncomfortable at hearing the truth,
but at the same time knowing she was teasing him. Sam had been thinking a lot
about Sally recently. She didn�t seem to be jealous about him fucking the other
girls, especially the younger ones that she knew he preferred. Making love with
Sally, and he did think of it as making love, was far more fulfilling, far more
satisfying, giving him contentment. Deep down inside him, he knew that fucking
the others was just lust and carnal gratification, but for a pedo like him,
that was fun too.
Sally had been
thinking about him too. In fact constantly ever since the camp, Something had
changed in her that night of her induction, and she was eternally grateful for
it. She felt he was part of her. She made love to him secretly at least once a
day now, and she was happy with that. In fact she�d never felt so happy. She
didn�t mind at all that he fucked the other girls too. She thought of them as
her girls. She was headgirl, she needed to make sure
they were happy and looked after. He needed to keep them happy, he must fuck
them, she wanted him to do that. And, if in return, they made him happy too,
then that was OK by her. She always made sure her girls pleased Daddy. She�d
warned them many times what would happen if they didn�t. She would let Lizzie
punish them. She needed her Daddy to be happy it was important to her. However,
it was to be only a few days later, when this would be tested.
Shortly after,
they went into the boat tunnel ride. The boats held about six people in each,
which moved with the flowing water through a channel, that meandered through
different �halls� depicting scenes and places from various fairy tales. To
ensure youngsters didn�t try to climb out, the sides were quite high, giving
the feeling of being inside a capsule. Naomi and Daisy sat either side of Sam,
and as soon as their boat set off, they both pulled the elasticated waist bands
of their Terry shorts out and parted their knees in an invitation to him to
fondle them, which he was happy to do for them. None of his girls ever seemed
to wear underwear these days. It just got in the way.
Afterwards,
they went on trains, cars, a cable car across the width of the park, a
submarine, a Buzz Lightyear ride and an octopus which
rotated and had arms which went up and down as it rotated, with pods on the end
of each.
Sam was
surprised, when he caught a sight of Marcie, Claudette and their mother. They
had just come out of the Haunted Castle. Following them was an elderly flush
faced man, with two young boys, obviously his grandsons. The boys were
grinning. They waved to each other as they set off in different directions.
Marcie,
Claudette and their mother, joined a queue for the �Jungle book Safari�, which
was a simple series of hollow elephants with seats inside and high windows to
view from, mounted on tracks, that passed through a series of jungle scenes,
with model crocodiles and tigers and other animals. Again for safety, the pods
were entirely enclosed, so from the outside all that could be seen were the
faces of the passengers.
Sam stepped
into the queue behind them, and at first pretended not to know them. Marcie
turned, saw Sam, grinned and elbowed her sister, who shyly smiled too. Their
mother turned and greeted them.
�I enjoyed
meeting your daughters the other day,� Sam said. �They were very polite. Marcie
had quite a lot to show me. Would you like me to accompany them again today?�
�Yes
Monsieur,� she replied, slightly nervously. She knew he was aware of her game,
and how she would be in deep trouble if he reported her. �That would be very
kind of you.�
�These are my
wards,� Sam said by introduction to his girls. �They are having a lovely time
here. They don�t speak a word of French, though, so you can say what you want.
Perhaps your daughters might both like to play a little game while we�re on the
ride,� he stated, looking her in the eye, neither of them smiling.
She raised an
eyebrow in question. �I think perhaps fifty would be enough for the duration of
the ride,� he continued. �The game is: jusqu'o� puis-je pousser un doigt en eux? (how far can i push a finger into them). Do you think they�d like to
play?�
The woman
turned to the girls and changed to Flemish, whispering to them, before facing him,
looking either way as if making sure they weren�t overheard, and nodded. He
took out a �50 note and palmed it to her. As they got in the ride, Sally wasted
no time, and kneeling unclipped the belts around the two girls� waists and
unbuttoned their skirts, exposing their identical pink panties decorated with
blue and red Disney characters. She then pulled the panties down, and off their
feet. Quickly reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a tube of KY jelly,
which she�d brought along in case it was needed for Rosie�s induction. She
pushed the girls� legs far apart, and one at a time, expertly peeled their
labia apart, inserted the nozzle and gave the tube a firm squeeze. They each
squeaked on feeling the cold slime as it squirted into their warm pussies.
Sally stood
back, and Sam knelt where she�d just been. He looked up at the girls, who were
looking back at him with anticipation, and turned his hands upwards and placed
his palms on their pussies. Each had firm raised mounds;� their silky hairless skin soft and warm to
his touch. Gently, he rubbed back and forth, bringing his middle finger deeper
into their clefts, increasing the pressure. He felt the indentation signalling
the entry to their vaginas, and pressed his fingers gently in. He felt the slipperiness
of the jelly, as he came into contact with it, easing his passage into them. He
didn�t force them, neither did he pause. He just kept pressing in deeper and
deeper, sinking into them. He reached as far as his finger would go into
Marcie, and she gasped, as he scraped over her �G� spot deep inside her.
Claudette though was smaller. Not only was she much tighter on his finger than
her sister, but he hit her cervix when just over two knuckles deep. The two
girls had to hold onto Sam�s shoulders for support, as he started to fondle,
masturbate and molest them. Sally was standing behind Sam, while the other Club
girls surrounded the action, making sure that no one could see what was
happening.
Sam knew
exactly how to stimulate young girls, and he knew he was also on a time limit.
He worked his thumbs against their clits, while he repeatedly pressed and
rubbed his fingers against their sensitive spots deep inside. He watched
entranced, as his fingers pistoned in and out of the two Flemish girls, looking
at how their vulvas swelled upwards each time he forced his fingers into them,
like tiny balloons inflating and deflating. In what he thought was record time,
both started to shake, their legs going to jelly, little moans and gasps coming
from them, as they slipped into orgasmic wonderland. Their little girlie pants
and gasps, their ecstatic expressions all hidden by the hubbub and movements of
The Club girls.
They had just
calmed and regained their composure when they felt the ride start to slow. Sam
pulled his fingers from the two children and reached for their panties. He
wiped his hands on them, before handing one pair to Sally to put on Claudette.
Thinking quickly, he unzipped his shorts, pulled his stiff cock out and wiped
the mass of pre-cum oozing from him onto the gusset of Marcie�s panties, then
slid them back onto the child, who wriggled momentarily in discomfort. They had
just got their skirts replaced, when the ride finally stopped. Sam and the Club
girls hopped out and made for the exit. The two Belgian girls were slower in
stepping out on wobbly legs to rejoin their mother, who, realising the state
her daughters were in, looked wistfully at Sam�s retreating back. She knew
she�d seen him somewhere, she just couldn�t place it.
As they were
walking along the main concourse, Mickey and Mini Mouse, Pluto, Snow White and
other Disney characters were entertaining the hundreds of children as they
milled around, enjoying their day. Sam looked up into the clear blue sky. The
turrets of the castles, spires of the palaces and towers of the buildings
reached high into the air. He noticed the highest of all was a Ferris wheel. It
had open metal gondolas, spaced at intervals around an enormous spoked wheel.
For a place to observe the whole Disneyland site, it couldn�t be bettered.
He walked over
to have a closer look, an idea coming to his mind. He could see that as the
children and parents stood inside the gondolas, they could peer over the sides,
which were high enough to ensure they didn�t fall accidentally, but affording a
view to all but the very shortest children. The gondolas were each big enough
for about twenty five passengers. He saw the man controlling the ride was
located on a raised platform, twenty yards to the side, so he could see the
whole of the wheel, monitor the loading and control the wheel�s movements,
looking after health and safety.
Sam sidled up,
and asked the man if he could spare a moment.
�Oui, Monsieur,� came the reply in very accented French. The
man was from Lorraine. �How can I help?�
�Do you ever
have to stop the wheel for maintenance during the day?� asked Sam.
�Not often,�
came the reply, �only if the motors overheat. Why do you ask?�
�Oh,� said
Sam, �we are over from The States with a bunch of school children, and I understand
the view up there is fantastic.�
�Mais oui, Monsieur,�� said the man, with some pride, �you can see
the entire park and many kilometres beyond.�
�I thought
so,� said Sam, taking a �100 note from his wallet, and fingering it
meaningfully as they talked. �Do you think it may be possible that you have to
stop the wheel this afternoon for �maintenance�, for say half an hour, when my
party just happen to be at the very top? We would love to be able to take
photos and really enjoy ourselves up there.�
The man was
eyeing the hundred Eruo note, his lips licking, �I�m
not sure, Monsieur, I may have to ask the supervisor, I don�t know. It is not
regular, n'est-ce pas?�
An additional
�50 changed the man�s mind. He was suddenly all smiles. They agreed they would
return at half past two, in about an hour and a half. Sam and his little party
moved off, to join the rest of the group for lunch.
Lunch was
burgers, fries, chicken nuggets, and any other junk food the girls desired. All
the girls exchanged stories about the morning, and what they�d got up to. Sam
was in an expansive mood. He was enjoying the sunshine, it was a glorious day.
The food was OK, he had figured out how to give Rosie the induction she wanted,
and in a short while he was going to fuck an eight year old virgin in full
sight of twenty thousand people, without them knowing. Life could be worse!
At about 2:15,
they arrived at the Ferris wheel. Sam felt it prudent that they didn�t bunch
into a large group, but stood in small numbers. They noticed people were coming
off the ride, as their gondolas reached the loading dock, but no one was
allowed on. A sign stated the ride was closed for maintenance at 2:30 for about
half an hour.
Sam palmed the
agreed sum to the operator, and waited. A few minutes later, he gave them the
nod, and they quickly entered the lowest gondola. There were wooden bench seats
fitted to the outside facing inwards, and in the centre, an oval bench seat, so
passengers could sit facing outwards. They all sat down and waited.� When they were all aboard, Sam gave a wave
and the operator nodded to him and pressed a button sending them round slowly,
climbing, ever upwards, until they were at the zenith, where the wheel was
halted.
No one wasted
a moment. They had half an hour. This had been planned over lunch, everyone
knew what to do. Half the girls leant over the rails, waving at the people down
on the ground, smiling and laughing. The other half were stripping off. Every
induction had always been carried out with everyone naked. Sam had told them,
though, that with the exception of Rosie, rather than taking off their T-shirts
off, they should roll them up to their armpits, so that as they leaned over the
edge, they looked dressed. A few seconds later, the groups switched positions
and in a moment, they were all naked from the chest down.
Sam decided to
start on the central oval cushioned bench. She was only eight, so he didn�t
want to rush it. But he had time against him. Rosie lay back on the seat, her
beautiful bright blue eyes flashing with the excitement of this very important
day for her, one she would remember all her life. One they would all remember.
Her long blond hair rippled in the faint breeze, the contented half smile as
the sun lit her lovely face, her body, her pudenda darker, blood gorged,
fuller, labia swollen, now sparkling from the reflected damp of her arousal in
the sunshine.
As Sam came
near, she propped herself on her elbows, and parted her knees. By
pre-arrangement, Amber, Jasmine and Nancy, the other eight year olds, moved to
her side, and started to stimulate her tender erogenous areas. Amber knelt and
took one then the other nipple into her mouth, caressing them with her tongue
in turn. Jasmine switched on one of the vibrators, and started to stimulate her
clitty while Nancy took the KY jelly from Sally�s outstretched hand, and
applied a liberal amount into the eight year old�s waiting vagina.
After a minute
or two, when the three had finished, Sam, now on his knees, hotched up between
her open thighs and pressed his cock down to her cleft, moving it up and down
several times, increasing the pressure each movement, spreading pre-cum,
increasing her arousal. Suddenly, he slipped into her entry, his crown
embraced, cradled. They both knew the moment had come. They looked into each
other�s eyes, and Rosie gave a tiny nod, before looking down at herself. She
wanted to see him penetrate her.
Sam pressed a
little harder, and felt his crown slowly ooze into her. Nothing dramatic. One
minute outside, the next in. As her tight ring of muscle clamped around his
crown, he felt it pull him in. They could both feel it. They paused, waiting
for her to dilate further, to adjust, to accept him. She gave another nod, at
which point, he started a slight rhythm of pressing and easing, increasing
imperceptibly each time. He was slipping deeper into her. He could feel the
wall of her passage peeling apart, their silky tightness running along the
length of his shaft, accepting him in. He was almost entirely in her, when he
felt the bump of her cervix against his tip, making her jolt, when he hit her
sensitive spot.
Sam paused a
moment. He wanted her induction to be right, to be special. He reached down,
and while still fully inside her, brought her up into a tight embrace. She
clung to his chest, her legs now wrapping around his waist. Then he pushed her
away and lay back, so she was now sitting upright on his cock, her legs either
side of him. Finally, he slowly turned her around, until she was facing his
feet, his hands on her hips. They were ready. Carefully, he swung his legs
around, sitting up, his feet to the floor, and still holding her, he stood,
supporting her weight and moved to the outside edge of the gondola, the Club
girls making just enough room for them.
All the girls
were wearing their blue Club T-shirts, rolled up to their armpits, so as they
leaned on the safety rail, all that anyone looking up at them would see was
their faces and T-shirt covered shoulders and arms. Because Sam was taller, his
T-shirt covered him down to his waist. As Rosie moved forward, towards the
rail, she grasped it, and folded her arms along it, her elbows on the outside,
the rail, now taking her weight. The girls either side of her, copied her
position.
Rosie�s hips
were still in Sam�s strong hands, her feet swinging in the air, six inches off
the floor. Just in case, two or three girls stood either side of them. Sylvia,
Sally and Lizzie were behind Sam. Who knows, some nosey parker might be around
in a helicopter. Having said that, thy were naked from the chest down
themselves, so what difference it could make was anyone�s guess.
As soon as
Rosie was comfortably resting on the rail, Sam asked if she was ready. She
looked over her shoulder, smiled and nodded. She wanted to enjoy this, her very
special day. The day she knew she was fully accepted into The Club which she
loved so much already. But more importantly, she knew she was no longer a
virgin. She was one of �the girls� now.
Rosie could
feel Daddy starting to thrust into her. It felt so good. Better than the
vibrator already, and far better than the Ben Wa
Balls, she�d had inside her all morning. At first the scope was shallow, but
increased each time.� She could feel him
getting deeper, touching an itch deep inside her tummy somewhere. She cast her
mind back to her early childhood, the poverty, the grind, the feeling of never
having anything to call her own. She�d only had her mum, who she loved so much,
who had broken down in tears that day she was invited to join The Club, who she
knew had been so happy for her, for them both. It was all because of Sam, her
Daddy. She clenched her pussy. She hoped Daddy would like that. She did it
again, then suddenly, she couldn�t stop it, she was cuming and her pussy was
clenching and spasming and pulsing and throbbing. What a glorious feeling.
She looked
down at the thousands of people walking up and down the concourse. Many looked
up and waved. She and the other girls, waved back, grinning, pretending they
were just having a little girlie day out at Disney. Little did they know. Rosie
was so happy. It was the best day of her life. The bestest
ever. She suddenly felt Daddy cum. He pulsed gently at first, then he
ejaculated hard into her, again and again. She knew it would be a monster, and
she felt herself falling, falling into a wondrous world of coloured lights. Her
whole body was quivering, jerking, she lost all muscle control. She didn�t know
she wet herself a little. She had never ever felt so good in her whole life.
As she
eventually came back to earth, she felt a hand over her mouth. It was Sandy�s.
She was grinning at her. �You made a bit of a noise,� she informed her, �we
thought people might misunderstand. They might think someone was up here
fucking an eight year old!� They all laughed, her levity breaking the sexual
tension.
Sylvia cleaned
Rosie up in her usual efficient oral manner, before everyone gathered in a big
circle around the central area. Sam pulled a long white box from his little
backpack, and opening it took out the silver choker necklace, glittering
brightly in the sunshine, and clipped it around her neck.
�Welcome to
The Club,� he said, bending and kissing her on her lips.
�Welcome to
The Club,� everyone echoed.
Rosie looked a
little overwhelmed, she was aware some semen was running down her thigh, but in
a determined tone said, �As it is my induction, I would like to pledge to you
all, I will always follow all five of The Club rules. Also Daddy, thank you for
making my induction so very special. I will treasure the memory all my life.
And thank you for my lovely necklace.� She grinned and looked around at them
all, before adding, �I hope the thousands of people watching from below enjoyed
my induction too, I certainly did.� They all laughed, as they got dressed. A
minute or two later, the wheel started to turn, returning them to the ground
again.
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That
afternoon, the girls enjoyed riding on the many attractions in the theme park,
as any children their ages would. They had a lovely time. Afterwards, they went
back to the food mall. One outlet specialised in BBQ food, and they enjoyed
making a real mess with the sauce when the ribs arrived. They were laughing,
giggling having a great time, just being little girls. As the sun set and the
sky darkened into twilight, the lights in the park came on, shining onto the
Disney castles. A fantastic laser show started with spectacular patterns
projected onto the light clouds above.
As they walked
around, one large happy group, Sam reflected just how successful the Choices
Club had become. It had exceeded his wildest dreams. He was giving these twenty
plus girls a real chance to get on in life. They were having the time of their
lives, their home lives were transformed, and he could fuck any one of them
whenever he wanted. What more could you ask for?
As they walked
along, Sam became aware of little
�Daddy,� she
eventually asked, �can I ask you something? But it�s rude.� She giggled in
embarrassment, looking around to make sure she wasn�t overheard.
�Yes, of
course, sweetheart,� he replied, �what would you like to know?�
�Well,� she
giggled, her hips swinging from side to side, trying to shrug off her shyness,
�it�s about, you know, my problem, you know, down there.�
Sam knew this
had taken a lot of courage for the eight year old to bring up.
�I understand
you went to the consultant the day after you got into The Club,� he said,
trying to break the ice, �how did you get on?�
�Oh,� said
Sam knew all
about the consultation. By arrangement, a copy of the report had been e-mailed
to Sylvia, who showed it to him. In brief,
�Daddy,�
�Don�t worry,
�Oh, yes,
Daddy,� she immediately responded, �I want to be inducted before we go home. I
shouldn�t tell you this, because Sally might be cross, but all the girls want to
be inducted before we go home.� Sam�s cock gave a lurch at the thought of all
those virgins queuing up for him.
They were
standing now in a large open space, looking up into the sky. A spectacular
display of fireworks had just commenced. Everyone was watching avidly, not
noticing Sam talking to
�You weren�t
in The Club when Vicky was inducted, were you?� he asked. She shook her head.
�Have you heard about it?� he continued. She shook her head again. �Go and have
a chat with her,� he went on, �she can tell you about it. Perhaps you�d like to
do the same thing. But
About half an
hour later, they were making their way back to the bus for the return to the
city.
�Daddy,� she
said, �can I make a wish please?�
�Of course
darling,� said Sam, who knew exactly what was coming next and it might even be
him, �what did you want to wish for?�
His heart was
thumping with anticipation for her next words. She�d obviously rehearsed her
lines with Vicky, because she came right out with it. �Daddy would you induct
me tonight, please. Vicky says I should ask you to fuck me in the bum. She said
it was really nice, especially at the end, when you squirted in her.� Sam�s
heart gave another lurch.
As they sat in
the bus, looking at the lights flash by, Sally leaned against Sam, cuddling
him, contented. It had been another good day. She knew what was happening
later, but wanted to clear something in her mind.
�I was
listening to
He looked at
her steadily. �As it happens, yes, I adore doing it up the bum. What is your
favourite food, Sally?� he asked her unexpectedly.
�Easy,
asparagus,� she said, surprising him.
�Why don�t you
eat asparagus at every meal if it�s your favourite?� he asked.
�Well I like
other food too and it makes variety, and now I will look forward to asparagus
as a special treat. Especially if I am allowed to piss on you afterwards.� She
grinned at him, he smiled.
�Well, making
love is like that too. If you only did it one way, wouldn�t it get boring? But
if one day you do it orally, the next on top, then up the bum, it makes it more
exciting. Do you understand?� She nodded, thoughtfully.
�Daddy, when I
go to sleep� lying on you tonight, will
you put it in my bottom? I�d like to try it.� Sam noticed there was no �if�,
but only �when�.
�Sure my
darling, but I would prefer it if we have lots of time to enjoy it.� He
grinned, �will there be anything else, madam?� She grinned back. �Probably I�ll
think about it�, she said.
As soon as
they got back to the hotel, as they�d already eaten, they headed for their
suite. Knowing there was to be another induction, there was an air of
excitement in the room. It had been a long hot day, and they were soon all in
the shower, soaping and washing each other down. Sam watched. They were just so
relaxed with each other these days. The youngest running her fingers through
the pussies and bum cracks of the oldest, and visa versa, washing, caressing,
enjoying. Taking care of each other, like the closest of families.
Afterwards,
they got dried and returned naked to the salon, sitting around on the sumptuous
scarlet and gold furniture, sipping champagne, which someone had opened, as if
it were the most natural thing in the world you did every day. Meanwhile,
Sylvia and Nancy went back into the bathroom, Sylvia was holding a length of
rubber tubing, a funnel attached to one end, a plastic tube at the other, and a
jug. She had heard the French applied enimas to
constipated children all the time and she had simply asked the hotel reception
to borrow their set.
�Sam asked Suzy and Becky to organise the table
in the middle of the room again, spread with several blankets, a couple of
cushions ready for support. On her return from the bathroom, Nancy, thinking it
was time, went over to the table, and got on her knees bending over the thick
red cushion, parting her thighs. Her tiny pale bottom stuck up in the air, her
cheeks separating, her little rosebud, pink and brown opened up a little, still
dilated from having the tube pushed in.
�No not yet
Nancy,� said Sylvia, smiling at the child�s enthusiasm, �don�t rush things. You
must enjoy your induction. Lay on the table, on your back. Relax, get
comfortable, enjoy yourself. Put a cushion under your head, I�ll put one here
under your bottom as well. You�ll know when it�s time.�
Sylvia
indicated to the girls surrounding the table to step a little closer. �Make
sure you can all see what�s happening. Who hasn�t seen anyone have it in the
bum?� she asked. The answer was all the new Club members, of course. �OK, well,
when the time comes, make sure you can all see. Sally, would you like to
start?�
Sylvia and Sam
always tried to make each induction special, different, if they could. So, by
prior arrangement, Sally was the first in showing what all the girls needed to
do now. She stepped to the table, knelt down, and pushed Nancy�s legs up and
back. Nancy twigged, and held her knees with her hands, hugging them to her
chest. Sally leant in, and pressed her thumbs to Nancy�s cleft, and gently
opened her up, revealing her tiny, clamped up vagina. Slowly, reluctantly, her
labia parted, peeling open very slightly, her pink interior, being seen for the
first time ever, glinting in the dampness of her arousal, her juices oozing
visibly along her whole cleft. She must have been wet for a long time,
anticipating her induction, so much was already spread along her pussy.
Pausing, Sally
inhaled the musky scent of the girl, mixed with the lemon scent of soap from
the shower, knowing her Daddy would soon be fucking her. She so wanted Daddy to
enjoy it. It was important to Sally. Her tongue reached out, and pressed to
Nancy�s lower back, over her coccyx, just where her spine ended. She rested
there a moment, then pressing quite hard, slowly, oh so slowly, she moved her
tongue along into her crack, tasting the saltiness, the tartness, despite her
having just showered, as she ran over the girl�s rosebud, flicking her tongue
tip over it a couple of times, and across her perineum, before dipping into the
small cavity at the entrance to her secret place. Here she met� a flood of juices, now seeping from Nancy
like a running tap. Sally thought she tasted sweet, nice. On she travelled,
flicking her tongue several times over the eight year old clit, eliciting a
moan from the inductee, and a second as her tongue moved on up, tickling her
tear drop shaped dimple and finally over her smooth mound. She quickly stood,
and made way for Lizzie, waiting her turn to repeat the stimulation.
�Eww,� said little seven year old Daisy, �that�s disgusting.
I can�t do that, licking her bottom.� She wrinkled her nose in an expression of
distaste.
�Don�t worry,
Daisy, it�s easy,� said Sophie, sounding like a veteran, �she�s nice and clean
now. When you�ve done it a few times, you�ll get to like it. I do.�
Over the next
twenty minutes or so, every Club member took their turn. Even little Daisy
found it more fun than she�d expected, feeling Nancy react to her touch, and
quite enjoyed herself. Nancy was very aroused after the first ten or twelve had
attended to her, by fifteen, she was pouring little girl juices from her
vagina, dripping onto the cushion, and for the last few, she was moaning
constantly, grinding her hips, trying to increase the contact between herself
and her tormentors. Her tight clammed pussy even started opening and closing
like a fish breathing. She was ready. She was more than ready. She would have
been beside herself had she needed to wait much longer.
As the last
stepped away, Sam came to her and leaned in to her ear and whispered, �Nancy,
are you ready, my darling?� She was panting in need, speechless, she gasped her
�yes� and nodded.
He had
intended to take her doggy style, but in the position she was in now, her bum
was at the right height, and he could look at her tight little cunt oozing her
slime, as he buggered her, plus she would be able to see her friends during the
induction. So he knelt, his knees either side of her waist, his thighs pressing
her hips, took the KY jelly which Sally handed to him and inserted the nozzle
gently into her anus and squirted some into her. Putting a little more jelly on
his finger, he quickly rubbed a smear around and under his foreskin, and
brought his tip to her entry.
Lightly
gripping the child�s upturned thighs, he applied a gentle pressure, and eased.
He pressed again, watching his mushroom shaped crown squeeze into her recess,
easing back again. He pressed a third time, and held himself there, his cock
pushing at her. He remained there for perhaps five or ten seconds, before he
sensed movement. Looking down, he could just see his tip slipping a fraction
into her rectum. Still he held his position, allowing her to slowly dilate,
drawing him into her. Suddenly, he popped into her, her sphincter muscle
snapping over his head, as it disappeared into her rectum. She gasped. He
gasped. Every Club girl gasped.
Sam paused for
a moment. She was so tight. How he loved �em tight.
This one was as tight as fuck. She was almost pinching his cock off at the
head. Slowly, he could feel her muscles start to relax, as she accepted his
intrusion. Then he pressed very slightly in, and eased back. He paused a second
or two and repeated it. And again. After half a dozen cycles, he felt a little
movement, almost nothing. Then suddenly, as if she was welcoming him in, he
felt her passage part, peeling open, as he slid in one movement, slowly but
surely, deeper and deeper into her bowels. His pubic hair scraped into her
pussy. He held himself there for a second, before pulling back, almost coming
out, then thrusting back in, his pubis bumping into her clit, making her take a
sharp breath.
Again he
pulled out and thrust back in, increasing the tempo a little each time. He
nodded to Sally, not needing to say anything. She knelt down, and picking up
one of the little pink vibrators, switched it on and placed it against Nancy�s
sensitive but erect clitty. She gasped again, her hips bucking upwards
slightly. Sam thrust into the child again and again, now slapping his lower
belly up against the back of Nancy�s thighs, as he penetrated deep into her.
This went on for a� minute or two, slap,
slap, slap, interspersed with the buzz of the toy and their grunting, when
suddenly everything happened at once.
Nancy climaxed
magnificently. Her whole body convulsed for a moment, then she ejaculated. A
long stream of little girlie cum juice shot from her vagina, a foot into the
air, splashing Sam and Sally�s faces as they looked down. Nancy was taken by
surprise. Her whole body pulsed, shook, jerked, cramped and clamped all at the
same time. Her squeezing on his cock had an immediate effect, and he came too.
He could feel his cum shoot deep into her bowels, being pushed deeper each
thrust by his pumping motions and more semen squirting from him. He pumped and
squirted, pumped and squirted. Her tight little rectum milking him dry, as it
clamped on him in time with her climactic contractions. The girl calmed slowly,
as did Sam as he subsided into his wonderful mini pulses which he so enjoyed at
the end, until there was nothing. He waited a minute, silence in the room,
before, first one, then all The Club girls cheered together.
�Well done,�
said Lizzie.
Nancy looked
up at her, hopefully, �How many, Liz?�
�Twenty five,�
was the reply, �that�s a really good score.� Everyone clapped again, as Sylvia
moved in to do her thing, sucking the juices from the child like an industrial
vacuum. She�d enjoyed giving Nancy an enema earlier almost as much.
Sylvia looked
up and said, �You�re going to have to wash your hair, Nancy.�
�Why�s that,
what�s wrong with it?� she asked, running her fingers through her beautiful
long blond hair.
�It�s so long,
you�re lying on it. It�s under your bottom, and, well, stuff has run into it.
It�s all gooey and sort of stinky too.� Everyone, including Nancy, laughed.
They all loved it when something funny happened in an induction. The girls
helped Nancy up onto her feet. It took her a moment to gain her balance. She
felt light headed, she felt wonderful. She was with her very best friends in the
world, and had just felt the nicest feeling of her life. She felt elated. Her
bottom was a little sore, but she was so happy, she hardly noticed it.
Nancy stood in
the centre of the group, her arms at her sides. Sam took a long white box,
opened it and shook out the contents, a silver choker necklace, the pinnacle of
desire to every member present. After he�d clipped it round her neck, she
cleared her throat with a quiet cough and said, �As it is my induction, I would
like to pledge to you all, I will always follow all five of The Club rules.
Also, Daddy, thank you for making my first time so very special. I will
treasure the memory all my life. And thank you for my lovely necklace.� Sam
picked her up. She instinctively clamped her legs around his waist. He cupped
her bottom, feeling her shape, her muscle tone. She was still damp and slick
there, and he couldn�t resist letting his middle finger slide into her. It was
only a minute later, though, that he realised he had pressed into her vagina,
instead of her bum. The psychological damage of the past seemed to be fading
into history, and she was recovering. He hoped to play an ongoing part in that.
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CHAPTER 79
The Brothers
Grimm � or The Grim Brothers.
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Their time in
Paris was flashing by. It would soon be time to leave. They had been made so
welcome by the wonderful people they�d met. Sam and Sylvia, husband and wife,
who�d have thought. Sam a hero here and at home. The, now world famous, Choices
Club, the happiest group of pre-adolescent girls in the world. All anxious to
please each other, to please Sylvia and Sam, who had given them so much joy in
the things they had done, places they�d visited, and the way they�d looked
after their mothers. Life was perfect. But, the
They went out
to the Louvre again. It held a fascination for them
all. Sam had feared they would be bored with the huge museum, but as he limited
the time of each visit, it hadn�t been a problem. Afterwards, they always did
something interesting and exciting to little girls, like visiting the
catacombs, where miles and miles of tunnels are lined with bones and skulls of
people who died hundreds of years ago. They took the open top bus tour of the
city and also went to Giverny, Monet�s home and
garden.
The last night
approached, and as arranged, Brigitte and Emmanuel Macron came for dinner in
the hotel. Sam had invited them as a small �thank you� for laying on the
wonderful wedding for them. Nicholas Sale, the chef was so proud to have his
president in for dinner. As before, the food was a variety of French dishes, so
the children could choose for themselves what they wanted to eat.
There was a
large grand piano in the restaurant, and a resident pianist played music to
entertain the guests. Brigitte asked the head waiter if they would object to
Sally playing a piece. She was ushered to the piano, sat at the stool, and
looked into the mid distance for a moment, before selecting Clair de Lune by Debussy. She played with passion and deep feeling.
It mesmerised them and the other guests in the restaurant. At the end, they
were so impressed, they all demanded an encore. She smiled and played
Beethoven�s Moonlight Sonata.
The atmosphere
was very relaxed, like meeting old friends. M. Macron was able to speak without
guarding his every word. There were no reporters. He wanted to talk to Sam
about his views on the Middle East. The only person with them was Pierre, for
security, who sat beside Sam. They were like old friends. Clearly Pierre and
the president were friends too.
At the end of
the evening, Brigitte and Emmanuel Macron thanked Sam for his hospitality and
spoke to each of the girls in turn before taking their leave. Sylvia signalled
to the girls to follow her up to their rooms, and the party broke up. Sally,
wanting to wave off her friend Brigitte, who had been so kind to her, joined
Sam in going outside, where the presidential car pulled up; a driver and one
security man getting out. At that moment, there was a shout from the colonnaded
darkness of the ancient shop fronts nearby, and a man came running at the group
shouting �Allah akbar�.
A shot rang
out. The newly arrived security man fell, clasping his arm. Pierre, drawing his
own gun, leapt to protect the Macrons, but was unsighted by Sam and Sally,
while Sam turned to face the oncoming terrorist, who, confused at the
unexpected confrontation, stopped, pointing the gun with a wavering hand. It
was obvious to Sam he wasn�t practiced at using a handgun.
�We are the
Brothers of Islam� the man shouted. �You infidels must die, like my brother
died in the air. You killed my brother.� The highly emotional man raised his
gun, now pointing it at Sam, who was still directly in line between the
president and the terrorist. Sam wasn�t close enough to attempt disarming him.
He had to freeze. Stare him down.
In that
instant, Sally appearing from nowhere, stepped in front of Sam and held out her
arms, looking the man in the eye and shouted, �No, you will not kill my Daddy.�
The man blinked. He had expected to be able to shoot the president, shoot the
American, then make his escape. He would be a hero of the cause. He did not
expect this. A little girl, about the same age as his own daughter, Aishah. He hesitated. In that instant, Pierre brought up
his own gun and the would-be terrorist fell lifeless to the ground, his
sightless eyes looking upwards towards the small red hole in his temple.
Sam leapt
forward and took Sally up in his arms, hugging her, one arm around her waist,
the other supporting her weight under her bottom. She was limp in his arms,
sobbing, shaking. He noticed as he held her, she was wet. She had pissed
herself; and yet still found the courage to stand up to the gunman. She had
tried to protect him with her body, her life for his. He would never forget it.
A debt not to be disregarded.
Pierre moved
to the fallen man and kicked away his weapon and checked for life. None. He
stood looking around, alert, before speaking into a hidden microphone at his
wrist. Brigitte and Emmanuel Macron walked back from the car, holding each
other closely.
�Sam,� said
Macron, clapping him on the shoulder, smiling grimly, �I think we need a drink.
Let�s go back inside.� The three adults and Sally went into the cocktail
lounge, just inside the entrance to the hotel. Sam asked Sally if she wanted to
go upstairs to bed. She refused to let Sam go, she clung to him, burying her
face into his shoulder, her body shaking with the after effects of adrenaline.
She was a frightened eleven year old.
Pierre stayed
outside, waiting for his police colleagues and the anti terrorist team to
arrive, protecting the crime scene. He gave first aid to his friend who had
fortunately only received a flesh wound in the upper arm.
Emanuel and
Brigitte were understandably shaken, but glad things had turned out as they
did. They ordered Cognac all round. The waiter queried Sally, obviously
underage, having alcohol in a public place. �This young lady just saved my
life, young man,� said Macron in a voice that would have frozen hot coffee, �I
think we can bend the rules a little, just this once. Don�t you?� The man,
contrite, nodded, bowed and moved away.
After about
half an hour, the chief of the Gendarmerie entered, and gave the president a
quick briefing. It would seem the man who had attempted the clumsy
assassination, was on a watch list. He was Hamazi�s
half brother, lived most of the time in Paris, and often visited London, where
his wife and daughter stayed. He acted as a point of contact for one or two
Islamist groups. He had a part time cover job, working as a clerk in an
accountancy company. He had no military training, but was useful for gathering
information. It would seem that his brother�s death during the failed hijacking
had sparked his anger, and subsequent amateurish attack.
The
anti-terrorist forces throughout the world have a soubriquet for the Brothers
of Islam. They call them the Brothers Grimm.
�But Monsieur,�
said the surprised police chief, looking at Sam �I have some news for you also.
We were puzzled as to how the hijackers knew that Madame Macron was on the
plane; who was in her security detail; where they were sitting. We, with help
from your
�Jack Evans,�
completed Sam.
�You know him,
Monsieur?� asked the police chief, surprised.
�Our paths
crossed a time or two when I served. But tell me something, if he was mixed up
in helping the terrorists, why did he shoot Hamazi?
It doesn�t make sense.�
�Hamazi was seriously injured,� came the reply, �he was
probably going to die anyway, but you wanted to get him back for interrogation.
Evans knew his cover would probably be blown if that happened, so he shot him.
Evans was arrested earlier today in Los Angeles.�
�That answers
it,� said Sam, �I couldn�t understand why he did it. Now it makes sense.�
Before taking
his leave, the chief of police showed Sam a folded piece of paper, which he
tucked into Sam�s breast pocket, giving a meaningful look.
Sam and the
Macrons had another drink, before Sam stood, still holding the now, sleeping,
Sally. Even so, she still clung to him like a limpet.
�She is a
special girl, Sam,� said Brigitte, �you must look after her, as I know you
will.�
�Indeed,�
added Macron, �I think she is a very brave person. I am going to ask for her to
receive an honour. Will you bring her when the time comes?� The question
required no reply.
They parted a
few minutes later. Sam promised to return to visit his friends and perhaps
bring all The Club girls too. Brigitte and Emanuel both embraced him as they
left for their car.
Sam quietly
entered the suite. It was in semi darkness, just a small light had been left on.
He laid Sally on one of the gold and crimson settees, and had to lever her
hands away from him, releasing her iron grip. He unclipped her navy blue skirt
at the waist, and hung the wet garment over the back of a chair. She wasn�t
wearing underwear, as usual, and he spent a moment admiring her lovely shape,
the way her mons lifted clear of her belly, it�s thin covering of very fine
silver hair glinting in the pale light. He ran his fingers along her cleft for
a moment, just enjoying her soft firmness. A little smile came to her, in her
dream.
He slipped her
jacket off her shoulders and unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall open to the
sides, as she lay there. Her little boobs were maturing now, lifting and
falling as she breathed, and were now almost as large as espresso cups, her areol�, a darker pink than the skin surrounding them, had a
ring of Goosebumps stippling them. Her nipples were hard and proud. Perhaps an
after effect of the excitement of the evening. After he had slipped her blouse
off her arms, he picked her up and carried her, now naked, into the bedroom.
Of the other
twenty one Club girls about a dozen were in the huge bed with Sylvia, sleeping
in pairs, arms around one another in tangles of intimacy. The others, mostly
the youngest girls, were in his bed. Knowing he would be sleeping in the
centre, they had left just enough space there for him and Sally. He laid her
carefully down and went into he bathroom to undress and have a quick wash.
Returning, he wriggled up from the bottom of the bed, cuddled into Sally, and
rolled her on top of him, her knees naturally falling either side of his
thighs. She was in a deep, deep sleep, induced by the terror she had endured
earlier, several cognacs, followed by immense relief of now being safe, enveloped
in his protection.
He lay for a
few minutes, thinking through the events of the evening, the stupid amateurish
murder attempt and the revelation about Jack. He thought about the piece of
paper the chief of police had given him. All that was written on it was a web
address and what was obviously a password. He would look at it another time.
He was amazed
at Sally�s courage. He ran his hands down her back, and over her bum and into
the valley between her cheeks. He felt stickiness, where her urine had dried on
her skin, and at that moment the smell of it wafted up from under the covers.
His erection hardened, nestling between her thighs. His pre-cum not long in
flowing, allowing him to slip back and forth along her cleft. What was it about
this girl?
As he quietly
humped the eleven year old, he felt her arousal adding to the slickness between
them. He reached down with his fingers, and guided his crown into the little
dip, heralding her entry. He arched his hips, and felt his tip slip into her
warm, moist depths. She was tight, but somehow, she opened up to his
penetration of her body, as if he gave her more security. He humped her slowly
and gently, feeling his tip nudging into her cervix. It wasn�t long before he
felt the tell tale signs of his orgasm deep down in his loins. Suddenly, he
blasted his ejaculation into her, deep into her. Pulse after pulse. She grunted
in her sleep each time he squirted into her womb. He felt her clamping on him,
as she climaxed in her dreams, cuming in her sleep. He never remembered falling
asleep himself, as exhaustion overtook him, even as his mini pulses ebbed away.
Sam awakened
suddenly. He didn�t know what had caused it. He lay still,� alert, assessing, listening. Then he felt it.
Sally moved, then again. He was still deep inside her, his cock semi tumescent
still, then she humped him, curling her hips slightly, pressing her mons to his
groin. He hardened, growing in her. She moaned, a moan of contentment. She
humped him again, eliciting thrilling feelings inside her. She was wet, she
could feel it. She knew it was his semen. He had fucked her when she slept. She
found it exciting. It meant he wanted her. She loved him, and if he wanted her
anytime, anyway, it was OK. She liked him using her. Besides, she did it too, and
now it was her turn.
As she slowly,
gently moved on him, trying to let him sleep, unaware he was awake anyway, she
thought about the shooting outside, and how she�d reacted. On the one hand, she
was proud of herself. She�d instinctively stepped in front of the gun to save
Daddy, on the other, she felt shame. She�d peed herself. She blushed. But Daddy
had held her all that time when they were in the bar downstairs. And he�d put
her to bed. He must know, but he�d covered for her, not letting Madame Brigitte
know she�d wet herself. He never judged her, he wouldn�t embarrass her by
saying anything. No one but the two of them would ever know. God she loved this
man. If only he was her real Daddy. She�d be able to sleep with him all the
time back home then like lots of other girls she knew of did.
It wasn�t
long, before Sally felt those tingles deep inside her. The ones which told her
she was going to cum. She could feel his cock pushing at that spot in her
tummy. Bump, bump, bump, clench. She came, her orgasm washed over in a cascade
of blinding lights and friendly cramps deep inside. She so needed this. It was
so intense, so overwhelming, she didn�t feel him cuming in her, filling her
with more semen, more sperm, more love.
During the
night, Sam was aware of Sally moving over him twice more. She climaxed each
time, and each time she fell asleep immediately it ended. He let her enjoy
herself, not letting on that he was awake. She�d earned it.
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CHAPTER 80
London�s
Calling.
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The following
morning was chaos. They might be the most helpful, well behaved group of girls
imaginable, but they were, at the end of the day pre-teens, with all the faults
that go with it. Shouts of �have you seen my vibrator? Did you give it back,
after you� borrowed it Vicky?� or �I left
the top off the KY jelly, the stuff has all leaked into my suitcase�, made Sam
and Sylvia smile. Somehow it all came together, and they had removed all their
luggage to the reception in time for the bus to take them to the Gard du Nord
railway station. Before they left, while Sam settled the bill, Sylvia had a
final check of the rooms, and was glad she did, because she found three sets of
unopened Ben Wa Balls in a drawer and the missing
vibrator Vicky had left in the bathroom. It still looked sticky and had a
distinctive odour.
Outside the
main entrance, the manager was there to wave them off, as was the head waiter,
chef Nicholas Sale and several other members of staff too. Claude from Cartier
and Pierre from the palace had taken the trouble to come too. Promises of
returning soon, and waves from all the girls, and they were off. Sam felt a
little guilty, because today was Lizzie�s birthday. He had given her a quick
fuck first thing, and had spanked her quite hard while they did it, which she
asked for and liked very much. But, he felt her special day would be a bit
flat, because they were travelling.
At dawn that
morning, Sam had been up early, packed his belongings, and then pulled out his
laptop. He opened up the URL, and typed in the strange web address the
policeman had given him. It was a secure web site. The password given was in
fact a decrypt code. The page contained a brief, concise
Sam puzzled
for a moment as to why he�d been given this information, until he saw the final
paragraph which in summary said that no prosecutions could be brought against
the group, because of insufficient evidence at this time, but informants had
advised they were planning another �spectacular�. That word reminded Sam of
only one thing, 9-11. As he thought about it, Sam knew the authors of this
report were aware that groups like The Brothers of Islam, had long memories.
Sooner or later, they would seek him out. They were obviously hoping for him to
do something about it and solve their own problem at the same time.
The high speed
Eurostar train did the 306 mile journey, including
passing through the 31 mile tunnel under the
At passport
control, a man in a grey suit approached Sam, asking if he could have a quiet
word. He introduced himself as �Pemberton�. It transpired he was inviting Sam
to attend a ceremony at
They spent a
short time admiring the amazing Victorian building of St. Pancras Staion, and the vast, modern, sculptures, decorating the
main hall, before travelling on to the Savoy Hotel, to check in. Sam had
considered the
They piled out
of the black taxi cabs outside the hotel. Joe, the doorman helped with their
hand bags and they were quickly checked into the hotel and went up to their
suite. In many ways it compared with the Ritz suite in Paris, in that there was
a big central salon, with several bedrooms leading off it, each with two very
large double beds inside. The hotel was used to catering to the needs of
wealthy Arab guests who needed such accommodation for their numerous wives and
offspring. The master bedroom was enormous, a suite in it�s own right. There
were two vast beds, each much wider than they were long. Certainly big enough
for everyone to get into. Again Sylvia stressed to the girls the importance
that they needed to make their �own rooms� look as if they�d been slept in and
used each day.
In the main
salon, along one whole wall, were bi-fold doors, which let out onto an enormous
terrace balcony with tables, chairs, and a small garden laid out with plants
and a small fishpond with a fountain. The view from the terrace was stunning.
They had a vista across the whole city. In the afternoon sun, they could see
the light reflecting off the River Thames in a million twinkling flashing
sparkles. The sights of London spread on either side before them. The London
Eye wheel, and across the river from it, the Houses of Parliament, in the
Palace of Westminster, known as the mother of parliaments, because the laws of
most democracies, and even undemocratic countries were originally formed or
based on the laws made there. Next door was Westminster Abbey, where monarchs
have been crowned for over a thousand years. Beyond, in the distance, they
could see the Tower of London, the ancient fortress, built by William the
Conqueror in the eleventh century. The site actually dated back to the Romans.
Sun shone like
a mirror off the building known as the Shard, the tallest building in the city,
and indeed western Europe, standing over 1,000 feet in height. It�s angular
shape drawing the eye in. Sam explained that of all the top ten tallest
buildings in the whole of Europe, five are in Moscow and four in Istanbul, the
Shard coming in at number four.
Becky was
standing beside him, shielding her eyes against the glare of the sun as she
looked and pointed at the distant building with a wavering finger. �Daddy, can
we go up to the top of that while we�re here?�
�I suppose
so,� said Sam, conscious of his vertigo, �why do you want to go up there,
darling?�
�I�ve been
waiting for somewhere special,� she inclined her head and looked up at him with
a beautiful smile, �I want to be inducted at the top. Can I, please?�
Sam knew he
was trapped and had to concede. He looked along the balcony guard rail, where
every Club girl and Sylvia were leaning, all looking at him. He rolled his
eyes, �OK, I suppose so,� he sighed, �just so long as I don�t have to look down
while we�re doing it, deal?�
�Deal,� she
said, offering her tiny hand for him to shake.
Having done a
little research, Sam amused the girls as he pointed out the many famous
buildings and telling them the nicknames they�d acquired. �The Shard is also
called the Salt Cellar. It�s original boring name was the
�Now, girls,�
said Sam, �I have a little surprise. As you know, it�s Lizzie�s birthday today,
so I have booked a meal in the best restaurant outside of the hotel. The hotel
have made a cake and it will be here in a minute and I have a couple of
presents for her. I know all you girls have got something, so let�s go inside
and open them.�
They might be
highly sexually charged girls, but at the end of the day, they were all
pre-teens, and that age love birthday parties. The cake arrived with some
nibbles and drinks. The hotel management had even added some balloons, party
poppers, paper horns and hats. Lizzie blew out the candles and cut the cake
before they sang �Happy Birthday�. In minutes they were in full party mode.
After half an hour, Sylvia clapped her hands and signalled them to all sit in a
big circle.
Sylvia took a
nicely wrapped parcel, and handed it to the birthday girl. Lizzie thought back,
as she took the gift, she�d never had a proper party just for her, before. A
little tear came to her eye, which she cuffed away. She carefully unwrapped the
present, rolling the soft red silk ribbon up and putting it in her pocket,
before removing the pink paper, which she folded and placed carefully on the
table in front of her. Inside tissue paper covered the contents. As she lifted
it, the present slid out onto her lap. There was a collective gasp, for there
on Lizzie�s lap was the most beautiful dress they�d ever seen. It sparkled
continuously as if alive, and seemed to be made up of a million tiny gold
sequins. Lizzie had never owned anything so lovely in her life. She leapt out
of her chair and hugged Sylvia. �Thank you Hon-Syl, thank you so so much, it�s gorgeous.�
�Well I can�t
take all the credit,� said Sylvia, now hugging Lizzie back, �Brigitte knew the
best shops in Paris where we should go for this, and helped choose it the day
we bought the wedding clothes.�
Next, Sally,
as head girl, brought over a little rectangular parcel and handed it carefully
to Lizzie, saying, �this is from all the girls. We wanted you to have something
to remember Paris.� As she unwrapped it, she saw it was a beautifully made
model of the Eiffel Tower. Although only six inches tall, it was in intricate
detail, accurate in every way. She knew the girls must have put in a lot of
their allowance to buy something so nice. Lizzie went around the room, kissing
each of them in turn.
An air of expectancy
suddenly filled the room. The girls all looked towards Sam, who suddenly had
two parcels on his lap, both wrapped in the same paper as Sylvia�s present had
been. One was small and box shaped, which he handed to her. Lizzie took it, and
almost reverently unwrapped it. As she opened the box, she could immediately
see it had the distinctive Cartier crest on it. Another gasp erupted, as inside
glistened a diamond eternity ring. Set in platinum, the ring of twenty small
diamonds glittered in the light of the sun streaming through the open balcony
doors. Sam didn�t know what hit him, as the human cannon ball ran across the
room and launched into the air, landing on top of him, as he sat in the
armchair. She hugged and kissed him for two or three minutes. She knew a ring
like this was worth thousands. As she finally got up, to show the ring around
to all her friends, Sam glanced down, and could see his light coloured trousers
were damp where her pantiless pussy had just been
pressing to him.
�That was a
present from The Club,� explained Sam, as he got out of his seat, holding the
second parcel. �You had a rough time after we got back from camp. We nearly
lost you, and that would have been a tragedy for The Club. So I thought we owed
you something a little special. This other present though,� he reached out,
handing her the parcel, �is from me. I thought you might like to use it from
time to time. I�ll help you if you like.� He was grinning, as she started to
unwrap it. All the girls were mystified, except Sally, who�d been with him when
he�d bought this.
Knowing this
was a fun present, Lizzie ripped it open like any girl would on her eleventh
birthday, paper and ribbon flying to the floor around where she stood. As she
looked at the contents, first puzzlement, then understanding, then excitement
spread across her face. Inside was a fine brown linen bag, containing the whip
with the six or eight inch long penis knob ended shaft from the other end of
which flowed the nine long thick, heavy leather strands with knotted ends. It
was a small version of a �cat-o-nine-tails�
In four
cellophane packets, were long lengths of thick red fluffy rope. Sam might have
thought the ring got lots of thanks from the girl, but she was ecstatic about
this present. He had a hunch it wouldn�t be long before she wanted to try it
out.
That
afternoon, not wanting to be away too long after their long journey, they took
a tour on one of the red London double decker open
topped buses. The girls were more interested than Sam had expected. They took
it all in. But then he shouldn�t have been surprised, these girls were special.
They knew Sam wanted them to have a great education, and it would lead them to
success in their own right. And besides, they didn�t want to disappoint him.
While they
toured the sights, Sam�s phone tinged. A WhatsApp from Ellie:
�Hi Sam, just
giving you a heads-up. Wendy seems to be rather keen on this waiter, I told you
about the other day, she met here. In fact, she says she�s not going home,
she�s staying. I don�t know how serious she is, perhaps it�ll blow over, but I
think you might have to warn Sally. It will come as a shock to her. I�ll let
you know if, and when, things develop.� He acknowledged receipt. Sam decided he
wouldn�t mention anything to Sally just yet.
They were
booked into one of the finest Restaurants in
While they sat
waiting for their food, they admired the large ornate room with it�s big
mirrors, pictures of rural English scenes and diners all in smart clothes, the
men in suits and ties, the ladies in long dresses. The Club had provided the
girls each with a long dress for formal occasions such as this. These were calf
length, sleeveless, low cut. At the shoulders, they were navy blue, with the colour
becoming paler the further down the dress you looked, sky blue at the waist and
powder blue at the hem. At the hips, there were large pockets, except the
pockets had no linings.
The tables all
had lovely crisply ironed and starched linen tablecloths. They draped over the
sides, onto the diners� laps. Sam had Nancy and Suzy either side of him, while
Sylvia had Naomi and Daisy. Both of them had taken advantage of the fact that
their hands were hidden under the table, and could roam freely.
Realizing what
he intended, both the girls slid closer to him, moved their bottoms towards the
front of their chairs, and leaned back, parting their knees as they did, each
pulling the table cloth up to their waist. He quickly found the pocket openings
in the side of their dresses, and ran his fingers across and between their warm
naked thighs. Neither were wearing panties these days, of course. He was
surprised when he found both of them had hardened clits, as he moved his
fingers down over their warm soft hairless skin.
Suzy, of
course, had no cleft to speak of, just a clit, poking out, and below that her
hole, but what a hole.� Sam remembered
just how wonderful she had felt inside when she was inducted. Nancy on his
other side, had been following her doctor�s instructions, using the dilator,
with Lucy�s help, and as a result surprised Sam, when he found his middle
finger could just slip inside her a fraction. This was progress. She smiled up
at him proudly, knowing what was going through his mind. While they waited for
the food, Sam twiddled both girls, bringing them to a high. He could feel the
tension in their thighs, the slight damp of perspiration under his palms, the
slickness of little girl arousal permitting his fingers to slide deeper into
them.
He really liked
feeling the differences between them. Ten year old Suzy, who had been so shy,
with no pudenda, no cleft, just a clit and her vagina. But what a vagina.
Definitely one of his favourites. He was reminded every time he fucked her.
Suzy�s long light coloured brown hair so long she was sitting on it. He
remembered with a smile, how her mum Lisa couldn�t believe the change in her
after the selection weekend. He wondered how her mum now felt, knowing he was
fucking her child.
Nancy, now
wriggling on his other finger was going to cum, and cum good any moment. She
was so wet. Her vagina never penetrated before, other than with a doctor�s
dilator. She had grabbed his wrist, now, and was pushing his hand against her,
trying to elicit greater pleasure from his masturbation. She had so loved her
induction the other night, but now realized the pleasure she might get if he
could fuck her eight year old vagina properly. She shuddered, as more pleasure
swept through her, her long blond hair shimmering.
Both girls
were struggling to remain composed and were moving forward and back
rhythmically. Sally, watching from the other side of the table realised what
was about to happen, and passed a quiet word down the line of girls, and on her
signal they all erupted in gales of laughter, the noise and movement of which
covered for the two now enjoying a deep climax in full public view.
Sylvia had
been having a similar time with Naomi and Daisy, except they hadn�t climaxed,
but had really enjoyed receiving her intimate attention. The two seven year old
girls leaned into Sylvia�s side, whispering to her, as little girls do with
people they are completely comfortable with.
Naomi, shook
her long black hair, and looked up at Sylvia. She thrust her enormous mound
forward again into Sylvia�s palm giving her such pleasure. She and Daisy had
been talking a lot over the last few days, and wanted to ask something, but had
lacked the courage to do so.
�Please,
Hon-Syl,� stammered Naomi after a few moments hesitation, �can I ask something?
Can Daisy and me make a wish?�
At the word
�wish� the table went silent. Very few wishes were made these days, as the
girls had everything they wanted and needed. Sally and Lizzie had made it clear
they didn�t want the girls pestering Sam unnecessarily. So when a wish was
requested, it had to be important and so they all paid attention.
Realising
everyone was looking at them, the seven year old went shy, her face blushing,
but determination there too. If The Club had taught them nothing else, it had
taught them that they were important to the other members, they mattered, and
were loved, whatever their age, they had an equal say, what they had to say
could be spoken. They could speak their minds. So it was with plucked up
courage, that Naomi looked across the table and said, �Daddy, Hon-Syl,
everyone, Daisy and me have been talking, and err, well, we�ve decided we would
like to be inducted tonight.�
�Are you sure
this what you both want,� asked Sam, still nervous about having intercourse
with girls so young. Messing about with them was one thing, he enjoyed that
like any pedo would, but full penetration, that was something else, that was
serious.
��Yes,� nodded Daisy, similar determination in
her chubby, but pretty little face, her brown hair glinting in the lights of
the chandelier above their table, �we�ve talked to Sophie and Jenny ever since
we got here. They told us about theirs. They said it wasn�t easy, but they had
a lovely time. If we do it the same, we can be inducted together like they
were. Would that be alright?� She looked hopefully at Sam, as did Naomi, as did
everyone around the table.
�OK,� he
responded after a few moments, �but the same rules apply to you as to Jenny and
Sophie. Did they explain those to you?� he asked, not wanting to say it out
loud in the restaurant.
�Uh, huh,�
said Daisy grinning, knowing they would be inducted tonight, �they even said
you tossed a coin to decide who was first. We already did that, and I won, I�m
first.� Sam burst out laughing. They�d got it all worked out. He suddenly
realised he�d still got his fingers in Nancy and Suzy, and was just starting to
twiddle them a little again, as their food arrived.
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CHAPTER 81
Karen�s
Retribution
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Sam knew it
was going to be a long night, he pondered as they walked back to the hotel.
Sleep deprivation never concerned him, but he hoped he would be able to play
his part so the two seven year olds would remember their induction in seventy
years time. He didn�t want to cum too quick for Daisy, but he also wanted to
make sure Naomi had a proper induction. He knew what to do, and whispered to
Sally, who nodded. He had all night to make this work. No need to rush.
They entered
their suite, and immediately, as soon as Lizzie locked the door behind the last
one, clothes were dropping to the floor like leaves from trees before a hard
winter. Sylvia had to bustle them to hang the lovely dresses up properly, not
wanting to sound too much like a nag.
Quickly, they
were seated around the room. Sam, in the centre of the long settee, had put the
�Alice,� Sally
said, looking across at the plump nine year old with green flashing eyes, �it�s
your turn. Emily and karen, you can cuddle either
side.� Alice and Emily grinned, as they pushed the other girls gently out of
the way to get into the privileged position.
Karen, on the
other hand looked back at Sally and said �I don�t feel like it tonight Sal, let
someone else have a turn.� This had never happened before, and Sally blinked in
surprise, before looking across at Lizzie, who returned her look with a raised
eyebrow. �Oh, err, OK,� said Sally, �err, the next on the list is Hannah.�
Hannah, not believing her luck was soon, like Emily, seated beside her Daddy.
Sam didn�t notice the silent communication which took place between Sally,
Lizzie and Sylvia. Sylvia had a very angry expression on her face, but she had
turned her back on the room, so only Sally saw it. She gave Sally a meaningful
look, and got a tiny nod of the head in return.
As Alice
settled on Sam�s lap, he felt her ample weight press his cock down. She wasn�t
obese, not like Vicky and Vera had once been, but he made a mental note to ask
the two to give her a tip or two to lose a few pounds. She�d obviously enjoyed
the French food too much. She lifted herself off him, now in a squatting
position, and fished underneath, to find his hard cock, and guide it to her
entry. There was no need for foreplay, nor lubrication, they were both wet,
slick, ready. She, never-the-less, used his cock to spread his pre-cum along
her cleft, and rubbed it for a few seconds against her clit, now projecting
firmly from it�s cowl.
Alice lowered
herself, feeling his tip sink into her entry. She pressed harder, and his crown
popped into her quite suddenly. She paused for a moment, before pressing down,
down. She remembered the night of The Club selection, when she thought she
could railroad Sam into selecting her into The Club, by making herself into a
slut. She realised now how foolish she had been, and how considerate and
patient with her, Sam had been. Thinking back, she could have blown it. She
hoped he liked the feel of her pussy. She clenched a couple of times to see
what he would do, and was pleased when she heard a little grunt from him each
time.
On downward
she pressed. She felt him bump into her end. It was her turn to grunt. He felt
nice there. She lifted a fraction and pressed down again. She looked down
between her thighs, and could see he still had well over an inch to go. She
wanted him in her. All of him. He�d fucked her, as he had all the girls,
several times since they�d got to Europe. Each time he�d not got his cock all
the way into her. She had a shallow cervix. She was bracing herself for what
she was about to do. Perhaps she would wait a few moments yet.
She hadn�t
been inducted yet. That joy was to come. She was still trying to think of some
special way to do it. She�d envied Rosie, doing it in Disney, high up, where
people could see her, but without knowing what she was doing. That was cool. So
too did she think Becky had come up with a great idea, doing it at the top of
the Shard. She would think about it. Just then, She pushed her feet out in
front of her. Her whole, not inconsiderable, weight dropped� onto Sam�s cock. There was a moment�s pause,
then she felt herself sink down, as he slipped all the way into her. It had
hurt a bit, like when she bust her cherry. But it was worth it, he was all the
way in. She leaned back and watched the TV, without seeing a thing. She was in
another world. His cock tickling her all the way from her clitty into her womb.
Sam had been
shocked by what Alice had just done. He would have stopped her if he�d
anticipated it. He�d had a sudden sharp stab of pain around his crown, and as
his cock pushed deeper into her, it felt as if he�d got a tight elastic band
around his shaft, just below the crown. After a few moments though, he adjusted
to it, but, fuck, was it just tight. He loved �em
tight.
Sam had been
disappointed that Karen had refused to join him. It was the first time one of
his girls had declined. He decided he would think nothing further about it, he
was having plenty of fun. He put his arms around Emily and Hannah, just below
their armpits, down across their tummies his palms cupping their smooth
hairless mounds, his middle fingers dipping into their clefts, caressing their
clits gently, as he watched the news. He pushed his fingers deep into them,
letting their arousal lubricate his penetration, before returning to stimulate
their clits again.� This was his
favourite way to relax and watch TV. Nothing could beat this. Every now and
then, Alice would clench her pussy on his cock. It was quite distracting, but
fuck it was nice. Sam really couldn�t understand why everyone wasn�t a pedo.
Sam was
unaware that Sally and Lizzie had gone out of the room to talk. After a few
minutes, Lizzie returned and tapped Karen on the shoulder and gestured for her
to follow her back out. Sally and Lizzie sat down on one of the beds, looking
at Karen who sat facing them, on it�s twin. Lizzie and Sally were looking cross
at the bemused Karen.
�As you know,�
started Sally, �Lizzie here is in charge of discipline.� Karen nodded frowning
in puzzlement. �Do you remember the pact? You know we told you about it the day
you were accepted into The Club, and I repeated it when the new girls came and
joined us.� Karen looked confused.
�Let me remind
you,� said Lizzie, �If Sam wants us to do anything for him, we do it for him,
understand?� Karen nodded. �What I told you that night was �If he says it�s
your turn to lay the table or wash dishes, you do it. If he puts his hand down
inside your panties, you hold your panties open for him and spread your legs
wide. If he asks you to give him a blow job, you do it for him and when he
cums, you swallow, right?� Do you remember now?�
Karen gulped
and nodded shyly. She remembered all right, but in a moment of selfishness, had
decided she didn�t need Sam bringing her off. She�d been wearing the Ben Wa Balls ever since Paris. She loved wearing the balls as
they clicked away inside her, making her cum constantly. She�d cum so much, she
was exhausted. Like the others, she hadn�t worn panties, and she�d felt the
dampness running down her thighs constantly. She had nothing against Sam, it
was just she knew she was knackered. Karen was essentially a selfish person.
She knew it, and had constantly fought against it since joining The Club, but
first class travel, top hotels, the best food in the world, alcohol, lovely
clothes, she�d become complacent, and hadn�t realised. Sally had though.
�Can�t I just
move a few places down the list?� she asked hopefully.
�I don�t think
you realise how grave this is, Karen,� said Sally, a stern expression on her
face. �Lizzie is in charge of discipline in The Club, but she was your close
friend before you joined, so I felt I should be involved in this.�
�What, err,
how do you mean,� stuttered Karen, only now realising this was more serious
than she had thought, �what have I done?�
�You broke the
sixth rule of The Club,� said Lizzie, �the Pact rule. The rule every girl
agreed to the day they joined, even you. The rule we do anything Daddy asks,
immediately, without question. I was your friend, Karen, that day you joined
The Club, and it nearly got me kicked out because I had broken a rule, when I
told you how you might be able to join. I only knew Daddy had finally forgiven
me today, when he gave me my ring. I will never make that mistake again. If the
rules are broken, then the Club is in danger. I realize that now. But it seems
you don�t.�
Karen was
frightened now. She realised she was in more trouble than she�d thought. �Wha, what happens now?� she asked, looking anxiously from
one to the other.
�Well,�
replied Sally, �The Club is called �The Choices Club� for good reason. We all
choose to live by a code and choose to be in The Club. We get to enjoy many
privileges, but have responsibilities too. No one is forced to be a member. Do
you want to leave The Club?�
Karen looked
alarmed suddenly, and gasped, �No way.�
�So you accept
whatever punishment is awarded then?� interjected Lizzie. It was a statement as
much as a question.
�Yes, I guess
so,� said an uncertain Karen. She really knew now she�d screwed up. It wouldn�t
happen again. But she was still confused. �I thought Daddy and Hon-Syl would
punish anyone breaking the rules.�
�They would if
it�s any of the first five rules,� replied Lizzie, now fingering her unique
choker necklace. �And the punishment for breaking those is leaving The Club.
But I was given authority, by Daddy, to punish any less serious offences. He
doesn�t know about rule number six, but Hon-Syl does. She was the one who
suggested it to us, in fact. She told us to punish any offenders ourselves,
quietly. If you want Hon-Syl to punish you instead, she will, but she will do
it in front of the whole Club, when Daddy is out of the way. The punishment
will be the same as we would give you, just she will do it instead. She is
stronger, so it will hurt more, and everyone will watch.�
�Wha, wha, what is the
punishment?� said a frightened, pale faced Karen, �I thought I would just be
told off, perhaps lose a privilege or have to sleep alone or something.� She
looked anxiously from one to the other. Just at that moment, the door opened,
and in came Sylvia, looking at the three naked girls, sitting on the beds.
There was no customary smile on her face. It was replaced with a fierce angry
look.
�Have you
explained?� Sylvia asked brusquely. �Does she know her choices?� Sally nodded.
�Good. What�s it to be Karen. Do I leave the three of you alone for the next
half an hour, or would you prefer I call a meeting of the Club tomorrow
afternoon. Sam has to go out for a couple of hours, he said, so that�s timely.
Well, what�s it to be?�
Karen had
tears running down her face now. She�d been so stupid. Her selfishness had let
her down again. She�d already learnt that lesson. �What will my punishment be?�
she asked between sobs.
�That�s up to
Lizzie and Sally,� replied Sylvia. �No one else needs to know, not even me, but
if you refuse, then tomorrow you will get the same punishment, but with
everyone there watching it, understand? The choice is yours. Oh, you do have
one other choice.� Karen looked hopefully and questioningly at her. �You have
the same choice Lizzie had when she was punished. You know what it is, you were
there, you can leave The Club.�
Karen gasped
again. Her hand covering her mouth. She recalled her life before she joined The
Club. She quivered slightly as she replied, �I want to stay in The Club,
Hon-Syl, I really do. I will be good from now on, I promise. I will let Lizzie
and Sally punish me.�
�That�s
excellent, Karen,� said Sylvia smiling for the first time since she entered the
room, �take your punishment like a good girl, and tomorrow, I promise you, I
will treat you to the nicest day I possibly can.� She rested her palm
affectionately on Karen�s cheek, before she turned to leave. As she got to the
door, she quietly placed a small camera on the chest of drawers, it�s little
red recording light blinking.
�Right,� said
Sally, �Lizzie and I have talked about this, and because she is your special
friend, I will administer the punishment, OK?� Karen nodded.
�Yes,�
continued Lizzie, �and so you don�t feel it is unfair, Sally will give me the
same punishment you are having. I will go first.�
�You still
haven�t told me what the punishment is,� stated Karen, now shaking.
�As I�ve
already said, I am going first, I will show you. Lie face down on the bed,�
instructed Lizzie, �put two pillows under your belly and spread your arms and
legs out as far as you can.� Lizzie took the four cellophane bags and emptied
the soft red cord ropes onto the bed, and handed two to Sally.
Karen
tentatively did as she was told. Her bum, with pillows under her, was now high
in the air. Sally on one side, and Lizzie on the other, they looped the rope
ends around her wrists, and pulled them taught, before tying them to the bed
posts. Next, working in tandem, they looped the other ropes around her ankles
and pulled her legs apart. Sally looked at the position she was in, and simply
said, �further.� They pulled Karen�s legs out more and more, until she cried
out. She was in a full splits, her legs in a straight line one to the other.
Looking again,
Sally nodded. She was about to leave it at that, when she noticed a tiny
metallic glint in Karen�s vagina. �What do we have here?� she asked, leaning
closer in. �I do believe you�ve got your Ben Wa Balls
still in there. Well, well. This explains why you didn�t want Daddy to touch
you, I think. Tell me Karen, do you prefer Ben Wa
Balls to Daddy, do you?�
The miserable
Karen shook her head. Her humiliation was now complete. �No, Sally. I put them
in the day Daddy gave them to us, and, well, I kinda
haven�t taken them out since.�
�Wow,� said
Sally, �that�s nearly a week ago. I�d better help you get them out then.�
Sally, none too gently, shoved her index finger into Karen�s opening, and
curling it back, hooked the Ben Wa Balls out of her,
making a popping sound as each of them sucked out, bringing a lot of creamy
fluid with them, which ran down her thighs onto the pillow beneath.
�My, my,� said
Sally, �that�s why you didn�t want Daddy to play with you, you�d already made
your own arrangements. I was going to make it six, but I thnk
it had better be twelve. What do you think Lizzie?�
�Yes, please,�
came the reply from Lizzie, �twelve is much better.��
Lizzie went to
the other bed, and taking several pillows, she made a pile, which she lay down
on in a similar way to Karen. The difference being, she didn�t need to be tied
down. She couldn�t believe how much she was looking forward to this. Not just
this, but watching Karen afterwards. Sally leaned into Lizzie�s cheek, and
whispered, �how hard?�
Lizzie,
without hesitation whispered back, �as hard as you can, I need this. Promise
you�ll finish me off afterwards, if I need it, promise?�
Sally nodded
to her friend, stood up and reached over Lizzie, where the whip had been out of
sight until now. She reached into the linen opening and grasping the knob ended
handle, pulled the cat out of the bag.
Karen gasped
as she saw what Sally was holding, watching in fascinated horror, as she shook
the nine tails out, untangling them. Karen, like all the other girls, had
picked up and looked at the whip, when Lizzie had opened her present. She knew
it could inflict real pain. Sally didn�t waste a moment, and asking if Lizzie
was ready, and getting a smile in reply, she swung the cat down hard across
Lizzie�s bare bottom. There was a rippling thwack which the contact made like
several people clapping their hands almost at the same time. Sally could see
nine small red lines along the cheeks of Lizzie�s bottom, each ending in an
angry red dot, where the knots had bitten in.
Sally looked
at her friend, who was clearly enjoying her special birthday present. Already,
creamy dampness was flowing from her pussy, wetting the pillow beneath her.
Sally swung the cat again, as hard as she could, knowing her friend was really
enjoying the sharp, needle like pain as the thongs bit into her flesh. Again
and again the whip cracked across her bottom. Each time the angry red lines
multiplied, many landing on top of previous lines. Sally could see Lizzie was
writhing now. She could hear her quiet moaning, as she climaxed out her orgasm.
When Sally got to nine, she moved her position, so as the whip cracked on her
flesh, instead of going across her bottom, it would go down it, the knots
ending somewhere on her vulva, even in her cleft.
As the last
crack of the whip fell silent, there remained two noises in the room. Lizzie�s
distinctive moaning, as her orgasm continued. Her hand now under her mound,
fingers strumming her red raw clit, as fast as they could move. The other sound
was the sobbing from Karen, whose face was turned towards the bed which Lizzie
lay on. Her eyes, streaming with tears, were staring in fascinated horror. The
contrast between the two of them absolute.
Sally turned
now to Karen, and asked not unkindly, �well Karen, this is the Choices Club,
it�s your choice. You broke the rule. You know what the punishment is. As you
heard Hon-Syl tell you. I can punish you now, she can do it tomorrow, in front
of everyone, or you�re out of The Club. What�s it to be?�
Karen felt
like a cornered rat. None of the choices attractive at all, but she knew what
she had to do. �Just do it, get it fucking over with.�
Sally,
remembering what she�d heard from Daddy about Lizzie�s and Hannah�s first
punishments all those months ago said �No Karen, we are a Club of friends. I�m
not doing this because I enjoy it, I don�t.� She lied and didn�t add �unlike
Lizzie here.� �No in fact I find this most upsetting. You let me down. You let
The Club down. You let all of us down, but most of all, you let yourself down.
If you want to stay in The Club, you pay the price, but you have to agree to
submit willingly then you must ask me nicely.�
Karen took a
moment to digest this, before she appreciated what was expected of her. �Sally,
I am sorry for what I have done. It won�t happen again, I promise. I deserve to
be punished. Would you please punish me now, so we make an end of it and put it
behind us?� Sally almost smiled as she thought the punishment would certainly
be behind Karen.
Sally took up
her position, shook the nine tails free, and swung the cat down into Karen�s
bottom as hard as she could there was a loud �craaacckk�
as the thongs bit into her. Karen screamed as the red hot sting of the
nine-tails delivered their agony. She�d never felt pain like it. Within
seconds, the door opened, and Sylvia entered, took in the scene, her eyes
rested on Lizzie, still moaning and writhing in ecstasy, her red lined bottom
bouncing up and down. Glancing at the other bed, she saw Karen�s face, and knew
immediately who�d screamed.
�Keep the
noise down will you,� she said matter-of-factly, but still with anger on her
face. �We�re trying to watch TV in there. The noise of the whip is loud enough,
without you adding screams to it. Sam nearly had to pull out of
�Now look what
you did,� said Sally crossly, �do I have to gag you or will you keep quiet?�
�I�m sorry
Sal, I didn�t mean to, it just happened. Can you give me something to bite on
please?� Sally took one of the small face towels on the rail, rolled it up and
brought it to Karen�s waiting mouth.
Sally resumed
her position, and without pause, swung the cat again and again. Each time the
nine angry red lines magically appeared across the poor girl�s buttocks. Karen
was moaning and gasping each time the thongs bit into her. Tears were pouring
down onto the bed under her face. Spread as she was, with the ties holding her
thighs so far apart, Sally could see a glimmer of arousal flowing from her.
Sally knew karen had been aroused before the
punishment from the Ben Wa Balls, but this looked
like something new. Was she getting turned on, like Lizzie did?
When she got
to nine, like she�d done with Lizzie, Sally moved her position, so the last
three would land directly along her vulva. She landed the first, and glanced
down. The red lines all parallel to her cleft, a couple in it. The large red
dots the knots made formed a pattern around her clit, some on her mound, some
on her inner thighs. She swung again, and this time when she looked, she had to
look again, for she disbelieved what she saw. Karen�s vagina was winking open
and closed like a goldfish�s mouth. She was climaxing, unbelievable. When the
final blow came down. Karen was in full orgasm, her pelvis moving rhythmically
up and down, cum juices pouring from her, a couple of squirts even shot from
her down the bed. The rolled up towel had long been spat out of her mouth.
Amazing.
Looking across
at Lizzie, Sally could see she was now curled up into a foetal position, Red
livid lines showing where her buttocks met her thighs, her hands between her
thighs, lying on her side, watching what had been happening through glazed
eyes. Sally already realised that these two had something in common. Something
they would, no doubt, explore together in the future.
�Do you want
me to stay Lizzie?� asked Sally as she sat down on her bed, resting her hand
gently on the hot thigh of her friend.
�No, it�s OK,
Sal,� said Lizzie, �I think I�ll be alright. I might sleep in here tonight, if
that�s OK with you. Keep Karen company, if you know what I mean. Thanks for
making my birthday so special. Not many friends would have understood what I
wanted, what I needed, like you. Could you ask Hon-Syl to let me have some of
the salve to take some of the heat out? She might like to help me apply it to
Karen, before we untie her.�
Sally left the
room a minute or two later. She told Sylvia what Lizzie had asked for, and saw
her go into the room shortly after, clutching an �rosol
can and a tube of athlete�s salve. It was half an hour before she reappeared.
Sally noticed she was holding a little camera in one hand, a vibrator in the
other, as she disappeared into one of the other bedrooms. Sally smiled to
herself. She loved every one of The Club members even with their quirks,
perhaps because of them. She loved Lizzie with her sado-masochism.
She loved Sylvia with her adult-child lesbian ways. But she especially loved
her pedo Daddy, who fucked as many little girls as he could lay his hands on,
who had killed so many bad people she knew of, and many she didn�t. She loved
him so much. She already knew she would die for him, she nearly had; and would
come close to death again the very next day.
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CHAPTER 82
Daisy�s
Induction
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Sally returned
to the main salon and sat down in a chair, taking in the scene. Most of the
girls were asleep, naked in each other�s arms. The news had finished, and Sam
was watching something called Newsnight, but not
really concentrating. Alice was fast asleep, but she could see Daddy was fully
inside her still. He hadn�t cum in her yet.
She got out of
her chair and whispered to him, �Can I take over?� He looked around the room.
No one was watching. He nodded. Sam carefully removed his fingers from Hannah
and Emily�s pussies, trying not to wake them. He put his hands under Alice�s
not inconsiderable bottom, and lifted her. His cock was stuck deep inside her.
He could feel the tightness around his shaft under his crown. He lifted again,
and felt himself withdraw through the tight ring of her cervix, after which he
slid from her easily. Sally was ready, and being stronger than she looked, took
the nine year old from Sam, and carried her into the main bedroom, and put her
into one of the beds. She immediately rolled onto her side, and a gentle
regular snore came from the child in moments.
Sally returned
to the salon, and without a word, squatted over Sam, holding herself open as
she lowered onto him, his strong hands on her hips, guiding and supporting her
as she impaled herself onto him. Like Alice, when she bottomed out, she
stretched her feet forward putting her full weight onto where they joined,
feeling him sink that extra couple of inches into her, where she needed him.
Her Daddy. Oh, how she wished he really was her Daddy.
Sally had
expected him to cuddle Hannah and Emily back into his sides, but he didn�t.
Instead, his right hand came all the way around her front, and caressed her
left nipple, puckering it up, sending wonderful tingles through her. His left
hand, meanwhile, slipped down between her thighs, and found her engorged clitty
hard, poking from it�s cowl, needing stimulation, needing attention, needing
him.
She leaned
back against his chest and clenched her pussy. He moaned. She knew he loved it
when she did that. She did it again. Sally had evolved a new way of cuming. At
least, new to her. When she made love with Daddy like this, or when they were
joined for long periods in the early hours, she started to cum gently. Nothing
dramatic, no earthquakes. But her orgasms would go on for as long as he was
inside her, and that could be hours. As a result, her little clenches went on
and on too; and they, in turn, felt wonderful to him.
Sally knew
that if the two youngsters were to be inducted before dawn, she needed to bring
this to a head. It was nearly midnight now. Sally clenched her self again, and
again. He moaned, rubbing her tender nipple and clit harder, more urgently.
They understood each other almost better than any two people could. By the
slightest movement, they could exact immense pleasure on the other. Anyone
watching them would hardly have seen any movement, but inside them, cascades of
intense pleasure were enveloping them. Suddenly, they both climaxed together.
This wasn�t Sally�s ongoing gentle cum, but an explosion of bliss coursing
through her. Sam too erupted into her, his pulses almost painful they were so
strong, pulse after pulse, until they were dry heaves, slipping into his mini
pulses he enjoyed so much at the end, which could and did go on for minutes.
At last,
sated, he lifted Sally up from his wilting cock. He was quite limp now. His
semen dripping from her onto his lap as he sucked out of her, warm, wet, their
love juices, nothing to be ashamed of, just them. Sam flicked the remote,
killing the TV and finally got to his feet.
Within five
minutes, Sam had lifted all the sleeping girls from their armchairs and settees
and laid them side by side in the two huge beds in the principle bedroom,
making sure Daisy and Naomi were in the centre of his bed, leaving space for
himself. Both of them were fast asleep, exhausted. He noticed Sylvia wasn�t
anywhere to be seen, but Sally told him she was looking after Lizzie and Karen
for the night. He nodded acceptance. Her tone warned him to ask nothing
further. He knew she would tell him what he needed to know.
He washed and
brushed his teeth, switched the last lights out, except a small lamp in the
salon in case of emergencies, and climbed into bed. He spent five minutes
cuddling and caressing Sally. She shuddered slightly after a minute or two. He
realised she was gently cuming again. It aroused him. He had only cum half an hour
ago, and already his cock was getting fired up.
Sally, despite
the fact that she was still cuming, pulled his hand from her pussy. �You need
to induct two of my girls,� she said. Those last two words weren�t missed on
Sam, who knew only too well how personally she viewed The Club and it�s
members. Sam rolled onto his side, and now face to face with Daisy, he cuddled
her to his chest and rolled onto his back, bringing her with him, her tiny legs
falling to his sides. Sally lifted Daisy�s knees up by his hips, opening her
little pussy as far as it would go. The child hadn�t stirred, not a moan. She
was in a deep, deep sleep, face down on his chest.
Sally reached
to the shelf above them, and found the KY jelly and her phone to use as a
light. Quickly scooting down under the covers, she unscrewed the top, pushed
the nozzle into the seven year old�s vagina entry, and squeezed. Lots of the
clear slippery jelly went in. As she pulled the tube away, she could see the
lubricant oozing from the child. She pushed some of it back in with her middle
finger. Next she put a generous amount onto her Daddy�s lovely tip, before
rubbing it around his crown making him slick and slippery. Finally, she gave
his cock a little squeeze, and kissed the end.
Sally guided
Sam�s semi limp cock to Daisy�s tiny indented entry. The child was still in a
dead sleep. Remembering his experiences with Jenny and Sophie, he thought it
best to try and penetrate her before she woke, if he could.
�Can you help,
Sal?� he asked, knowing he wasn�t up to full tumescence, but at the same time
neither was he floppy. Sally, still under the covers, held his cock in one
hand, and with the other, she used her finger and thumb to prise open the
little girl�s vagina. She could see the tiny membrane of her hymen stretched
inside. Sally felt quite excited. Her Daddy was going to enjoy this one. She
looked so small and tight. She would enjoy watching him force his cock into the
child. She wanted to see the skin stretch as he went in. She wanted to watch
every detail. Looking at the tiny hole, she wondered if it were possible, but
then she�d seen him fuck Jenny and Sophie, and they were both seven. Sally had
already admitted to herself that she was always aroused now when she watched
her Daddy fuck the little ones, although she wouldn�t admit to it. She had also
been very surprised at herself at how aroused she�d become, when she had
whipped Lizzie and then Karen. Especially Karen being tied up and so
vulnerable. Perhaps she would talk with Hon-Syl, when the moment was right. She
would understand.
Sam�s cock,
which had been nudging at the girl�s entry for several minutes, was now still,
a constant pressure being applied. Sally could see it was slightly bent, where
he pushed against Daisy. Why the girl didn�t wake, she couldn�t imagine. It was
like watching a bowling ball being forced into a rabit
hole. It looked impossible. Sally reached again, and pulled the sides of the
child�s vulva apart, watching her labia peel out, bulging under the pressure.
She could feel the slickness of the KY jelly, mixed with his pre-cum, and even
the girl�s own slippery moisture from her earlier arousal, anticipating her
induction.
Even as Sally
watched, she saw a tiny movement. Daisy�s vagina must have dilated,
because,� she saw Daddy�s crown sink ever
so slightly into her. Then again, and again. Suddenly, Sally watched as his
crown popped into Daisy, the girl�s tight entry snapping around his shaft, his
crown now inside. The child stirred, her legs moved in her sleep, falling back
again, as she fell into her deep sleep once more. Only Sam and Sylvia knew that
although he hadn�t popped her cherry, he had got his cock just inside her, that
night during The Club auditions. The night he�d decided she should be a member.
Sally watched,
entranced, waiting. Nothing moved. Then she saw it, he was applying pressure
again, slipping slightly further in. Stopping again. He must be nudging that
hymen Sally had looked at just minutes ago. Although there was now no movement,
she sensed a tension, anticipation. Then she saw him pull back a fraction, and
push in again and back, like micro fucks, getting her used to his intrusion.
Suddenly,
completely without warning, he pushed hard into Daisy, his cock sliding at
least an inch into her. He froze again. Sally had expected Daisy to scream, or
at least wake up. She remembered how she herself had stung that first time on
the stone in the forest. Daisy did stir in her sleep, her legs trying to move
up into a foetal position, before slowing and relaxing again, then sliding back
to where they had been before. Daddy waited what seemed to Sally ages, before
she watched as he pulled out slightly. She could now see the blood around his
cock. Virgin blood. A thrill flowed through her tummy. Her pussy clenched, as
she watched, enthralled. He again pulled slightly out and then back in, again
applying pressure, pushing his cock deeper.
As Sally
watched, the length and speed of Daddy�s movements increased each time he
thrust. Then suddenly he stopped and called her out from under the covers.
�Time to wake
the crew up, darling,� he said to Sally. �I�ll wake Daisy and the others in
here, if you could call in Sylvia, Lizzie and Karen from the other room.�
As Sally went
out to call the others, she could hear him trying to gently wake the child
impaled on his cock. Sam switched on the small bedside light on. A couple of
groans came from across the room.
�Wake up
sleepy head,� he said to Daisy, as she started to move, her face screwed up
against the light. She lifted her face, and through squinting eyes, recognition
of him came to her. She pushed her hands to his chest, and started to lift
herself up, when suddenly she froze.
�Daddy,� she
squealed, suddenly grinning, �you�re in me.� She clenched, and for a moment,
Sam thought every drop of blood was being pressed from his cock. �Look,
everyone, Daddy�s in me.�
By now,
several of the girls had sat up, and saw Daisy sitting astride Sam, her pussy
pressed to his pubis, her hands touching her tummy, feeling where he had penetrated
to. A ring of blood at the base of his shaft glinted in the light. Daisy fell
forward onto Sam�s chest, her arms clinging to him.
Daisy had been
frightened of the possible pain and discomfort of her first time. Some of the
others had said it might hurt a lot, and she had worried about it. But she
didn�t want to be the only one not inducted, the only one not wearing a choker.
She�d talked to Naomi about it a lot, and she felt the same way too. They�d had
a pact, an agreement that when they were inducted, they would be inducted
together. Support each other.
Now, she felt
nothing but joy, relief and excitement. Sam had waited until she was fast
asleep, and got inside her without hurting her. She had looked down and had
seen the blood, and clenched for a second. But, she hadn�t felt pain, only a
lovely feeling deep inside her. She hugged him again. He�d been so kind. She
loved him, just like all the other girls.
At that
moment, Sylvia came in, followed by Lizzie and Karen. Because they had their
backs to the door, nothing was noticed. Sally, seeing everyone was now here,
stood and spoke clearly, but quietly in a very authoritarian tone. �In the
morning, there will be a Club members� meeting. I would like you to all attend
please. Now, in the meantime, we have an induction, and we always enjoy
inductions.�
There was an
immediate change of focus, as everyone turned back to Sam and Daisy, who hadn�t
moved for several minutes. Sam lifted her up, his hands on her shoulders, and
looked into her pretty face, her brown hair flowing over her bare chest, down
to her chubby belly.
�Are you ready
darling,� he asked, �is there a particular way you�d like to have your first
time, or would you like to stay as we are?� Her reply really surprised Sam.
�Thank you,
Daddy,� she said in her little girl voice, but with determination, as she
looked around the room, her bright grey eyes glinting. �Yes, I have thought
about this a lot and I would like everyone to stand at the foot of the bed,
standing or sitting, or kneeling, where they can see. Then I would like you
help me to turn round, Daddy, so I am facing them? Then as you induct me, I
would like each member to come up and, with their fingers, feel where we are
joined, just for a few seconds.�
Their smiles
along the line of girls, now forming along the wall of the room, as they
understood what Daisy had planned. In moments, everyone was in position. Daisy
leaned back, supporting herself with her hands reaching back onto his
shoulders. She parted her knees, and lifted them outwards as far as she could
stretch, her thighs opening wide, her pudendum spread for everyone to see.
Sam�s cock, now in full view, seemed to appear from under her bum, curl
upwards, before bending and disappearing into her vagina. His pubes slightly discoloured
in blood.
Sam placed his
palms under Daisy�s little bottom, and lifted her small body upwards a few
inches, and lowered her down again. As she lifted, his cock slid from her a
little, before her weight forced it back in as she came down again. He repeated
this, increasing the scope each cycle, until he was almost popping out of her
as he lifted her up, and her pussy ground against his pubic bone, her full
weight pressing down.��
The Club girls
stood in awe, watching as Daddy�s cock, seemed to turn the seven year old�s
vagina inside out as he pulled from her, her pink insides glistening around his
shaft, appearing in wet, blood stained folds. Then as he pressed in, she seemed
to invert, her very large clit and labia being dragged into her tunnel as they
dipped against his cock while he sank deeper into her, before repeating the
cycle. They were all mesmerised.
Daisy had
never felt anything like it. Daddy�s wonderful cock. Not hurting her as she had
feared, making her feel better and better each time he thrust into her. She
looked up at her friends watching closely. She pulled her knees� further apart so they could see better.
�Would you all
put your hands down there and touch me one at a time?� she asked her friends.
One by one,
they each came over, and placed their fingers either side of Sam�s cock, and
felt the two of them as he fucked her. Daisy was in heaven. She had never felt
so good ever before in her life. A wonderful feeling started to course through
her tummy. It started at her clitty, and moved deeper and deeper each time he
pushed into her.
Daisy had
always enjoyed it when Daddy had played with her. She liked it when he diddled
her little bump. Naomi had done it for her sometimes too. But, she had never
had an orgasm. She had never climaxed before. Her friends had tried to describe
it to her. She now understood what the indescribable felt like. She felt a
warmth fill her being. She tingled all over with an intensity sweeping all
other thoughts and feelings aside. She wanted it to go on and on and on, but
she could feel Daddy�s lovely cock somehow getting harder. She knew from what
she�d been told it meant he was going to cum in her any moment. And then, she
felt him swelling in her, deep inside, his cock spurting in her, and again. Just
before her mind closed down, she heard him start to call out his �oh
She felt his
wet cum push deeper into her, making her suddenly feel even better. She saw
lights flashing, like an electric kaleidoscope, all moving around behind her
closed eyes in different directions. Couldn�t it go on for ever? Then she felt
herself coming back down, like a bird landing after a long flight. The lights
stopped, even though she still felt wonderful pulses between her legs. She
opened her eyes and saw her friends all smiling at her. Their smiles all asked
the same silent question. �Did you enjoy that Daisy? Was it nice?� She smiled
back at them, no words needed, they could see she had, and it was.�
Daisy lay back
against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her in a protective cuddle. He
waited for Daisy�s little heart to slow down, for her panting breaths to calm,
for her tense muscles to relax, and soon they did. But what surprised him,
though was when he suddenly realised she had fallen asleep. All the girls saw
it too, and smiled at her. She was pooped. She�d worked hard in the last twenty
minutes, and now sleep overwhelmed her.
Sam lifted her
off his, now limp cock, and slid her down his body, towards Sylvia, who was
waiting to minister to the child. He�d expected her to lift Daisy off him, but
instead she knelt between his knees, grasped Daisy�s ankles, and lifted her
legs high and wide, before diving into her pudendum, to suck every drop of cum,
and blood, and little girl juices out of the child, before they ran out of her
and were wasted on the bedclothes. Sandy and Mandy, using two of the little
vibrators, made sure Hon-Syl came, by pushing one into her cunt and the other
up her rectum, before teasing her clit with their little fingers. Sylvia was in
ecstasy.
One by one the
girls made their way back to bed, and soon everyone was fast asleep except Sam
and Sally, who climbed on top of him. She was in a strange mood, and he
detected it, but she still wriggled down, pressing her mound against him. She
knew he would be inside her again, where he belonged, before too long.
�What�s on
your mind, darling?� he asked her in a low voice.
�Is it that
obvious?� she replied. He nodded in the dark.
�You�re going
somewhere tomorrow afternoon aren�t you,� she said, more a statement than a
question, �Hon-Syl told us. Where are you going?�
�I need to go
check up on something. It�s nothing you need worry about.� He knew as soon as
he�d said it, he�d said the wrong thing.
�I�m coming
with you, then.� She emphatically stated.
Sam couldn�t
see any way out of this, so he simply said �OK, if you want, you might be bored
though, wouldn�t you rather stay with the other girls? They�re all going to the
Making of Harry Potter Warner Bros studio tour� He took her grunt as an eloquent
refusal to his suggestion. The last thing he was aware of, as he slipped into a
short but deep sleep, was her manoeuvring over him, encouraging his semi
tumescent cock to slip into her. Sally meanwhile wriggled herself further onto
him. She now always came immediately he hit bottom, and tonight was no
exception. She just lay still, his tip pushing against her deepest part, while
her spasms rolled over her in continuous waves of blissful pleasure.
Some time
later, Sam became aware of his cock being sucked from Sally�s pussy, as she
lifted herself off him. She had enjoyed a two hour continuous climax on him,
while he slept. She had then slept herself, and woke again some hours later and
repeated her enjoyment, in her mind, her headgirl�s
privilege. She had been so aroused ever since she had whipped Lizzie and Karen.
Whipping them had made her cum. It had shocked her. She had learned a hard
truth about herself. She had needed him tonight more than other times. She had
never thought of getting enjoyment from hurting someone else, but was now fully
aware she did. She would need to talk to Lizzie about it. Perhaps they could
come to an understanding.
Sam was aware
of the tension in Sally. He had been awake half the night; thinking, planning,
deciding. While she thought she was having her fun while he slept, he was
actually concentrating on tomorrow.� He
enjoyed what she was doing, but also knew he had another induction to perform
in the night.
He had a
photographic memory. It had enabled him to learn many languages, names and
faces. He now recalled every detail of the report he had been fed by the French
police chief. He realised it had been no accident. The report although a
The report
made clear that there was a house in Finchley where the group were based. An
anonymous house, like ten thousand others just like it. The security service
knew who was there, that they were planning something, but had raided the place
twice without anything being found. Hamazi had lived
there when in London. After the second raid, the left wing Guardian newspaper
got hold of the story and printed �police harassment against Muslim families�
articles putting political pressure resulting in MI5 being told to back off.
They�d had a tip off though, and knew something big was going to happen soon.
The group had
been clever, the people living in the house were on the face of it civilians. Hamazi�s wife, and parents. In addition, Hamazi�s brother�s family lived there. The brother killed
in Paris. His wife and their eleven year old daughter, Aishah,
were still there.
The report
made clear the security forces were at an impasse. Sam wasn�t stupid, they were
hoping he would act in some way to break the logjam. He was not a
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CHAPTER 83
Naomi�s Induction
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Sam rolled
over, and lay Sally on her side, still cuddling into him, and released her. He
then turned over and embracing Naomi firmly, rolled back again, bringing her
with him, lying face down on his chest. She never stirred. Her little seven
year old knees fell either side of his hips. He spent a few minutes feeling
between her legs. Running his fingers along the valley between her ass cheeks,
feeling her little rosebud, which clenched slightly as he pressed into it a
fraction. Feeling sleeping girls was something he would never tire of,
especially the really little ones like Naomi, their perfect silky soft skin,
their soft bottoms, so nice to caress. The gap between their legs waiting to be
explored.
He recalled
how he had felt about Hannah when he�d fucked her on numerous occasions. There
was something about Jewish girls that really pressed his buttons. Really, there
was no logic to it. They were no different to any of the others, but he did get
excited about them for some reason. Something about shoving his uncircumcised
cock into them. He wondered what it would be like to fuck a Muslim girl. He�d
probably never know. The dark hand of fate was again about to intervene.
Nudging Sally
awake, he said, �time for the induction, darling. Could you do the honours with
the jelly?�
Sally grabbed
the tube and her phone for light, and scooted under the covers again. She
unscrewed the cap, and pushed the nozzle into the child�s vagina and squeezed.
She was about to replace the cap, when a thought came to her. She used her
finger and thumb, and prised the girl�s rectum open, and pushing the nozzle in,
squeezed some jelly in there too. She grabbed Sam�s cock, and smearing some
jelly around his crown, she guided him into Naomi�s entry, pulling her labia
apart with the fingers of her other hand. Usually, she pulled his foreskin back
at this moment. It always released loads of pre-cum directly where it was
needed, and reduced it�s thickness slightly, easing it�s penetration, but was
surprised when he asked her not to, and to push it forward as far as she could.
As an after thought, she smeared more of the jelly over his foreskin, making it
really slippery too.
Sam spent the
next few minutes, doing, as he had with Daisy, applying pressure of his cock
against her entry, waiting for her to dilate. He�d long since learnt this was
something not to be rushed. Let nature take it�s course. Sally meantime, had
dabbed more jelly on her finger tip, and pushed it tentatively into Naomi�s
bottom. She was surprised, when she was able to slide in quite easily. The
sleeping child didn�t clamp up. She�d expected to have to force it in some way.
Her finger, really slippery now, just slid all the way in. She could feel
Naomi�s buttery passage undulating ever so slightly, as the pressure from Sam�s
efforts transmitted to her rectum.
She wondered
if�.. Pulling out, she added more jelly, and put two fingers against the tiny
rosebud. Pushing in again, her two fingers just slid right in. As far as she
could reach. She had to try, and a minute later, three fingers were in the
seven year old. She started to wriggle her fingers around, feeling as much of
the girls passage as her short fingers would allow. She was amazed how arousing
this was. Her other hand was now working overtime between her own legs.
Meanwhile, Sam
was concentrating on getting his cock into the tiny entry to the seven year old
vagina. Like with Daisy, he was applying constant pressure, then easing and pressing
again. Like before, he knew this would be a long process; patience. He could
feel Sally wriggling around between the girl�s thighs, and wondered what she
was up to. Whatever it was, the vibrations on his cock felt great.
Like with
Daisy earlier, he felt a tiny dilation after about twenty minutes. He was in no
rush, he wasn�t going anywhere. He just kept up the inward pressure and sure
enough a minute or so later, he felt movement again, and again and suddenly he
was in her entry, as her tight muscles snapped around his shaft beneath his
crown. She stirred for a moment, but remained in her deep sleep. He waited, and
felt the tightness on him ease slowly. He started a gentle rocking motion,
allowing his crown to undulate in her. Little by little, he slipped in a
fraction, and was up against her hymen, pushing back against him.
He continued
his rocking motion, bouncing off the membrane as he pushed in, increasing the
pressure each time, harder. Suddenly, he felt the tearing sensation he had felt
so many times before, as her virginity tore away under his intrusion. He would
never tire of the sensation of taking a girl�s virginity. Again she stirred,
her vagina suddenly clamping down on him, and again she relaxed back again into
her sleep. As Sam lay there, a funny thought came to him. If he could keep The
Club going for, say, forty years, and if he recruited four or five new girls
each year, he would have taken nearly two hundred girls� virginities before he
was through. It was a tough job, he smiled to himself, but someone had to do
it.
Slowly, ever
so slowly, he allowed his cock to sink into Naomi, until he was about half way
in, and stopped again. It was at that moment he felt something unfamiliar,
something very new. Then he felt it again. He was puzzled, something was
caressing his cock, rubbing him on that sensitive spot over his fr�nulum. Then he realised, Sally had her fingers up
Naomi�s bum, and was rubbing him through her Rectovaginal
Septum, the thin wall between her vagina and rectum. It was incredible.
�Stop, for
fuck�s sake, Sally,� he pleaded, �you�ll make me cum in seconds if you carry on
doing that.�
She giggled,
as she pulled her fingers out. She studied the stains on her fingers for a few
seconds, then sniffed them, before scooting out of the bed to wash her hands in
the bathroom. Sally was becoming adventurous, but she wasn�t turned on by shit
in the least. Meanwhile, Sam had now sunk into Naomi as far as her cervix.
Again he rested there for a few minutes. He wanted to try something, but wasn�t
sure if it would work. Whenever he fucked one of his girls, they were always so
tight, his foreskin got pulled back down his cock. He wanted to see if he could
penetrate her without this happening.
He pulled all
the way out of her, pushed his foreskin forward and tried to re-enter her, but
just as his crown popped in, it was ripped back again. He tried again, and
again without success. Sally came back from the bathroom and asked what he was
up to. He explained.
�Let me see,�
she said, getting back under the covers, using her phone for light. �Try
again,� she muttered, �Ah, I can see. Pass me the KY again, Daddy. As you push
in, you�re pulling in her surrounding skin. There�s no jelly on that, so it�s
gripping you and pulling the skin back.�
Sally applied
another smear to Naomi�s entry, and the area around her opening. Next she made
sure his foreskin was coated with lots of the jelly. This time, as he moved to
her entry, Sally pulled Naomi�s opening as far apart as she could, her labia
stretched right out. As Sam pushed into her, he could feel the difference. Now
she was really slick, and he slid into her all the way, his foreskin in place.
This really
turned Sam on. He couldn�t get the idea of his foreskin pushing into the cervix
of a Jewish girl out of his head. So sexy. Apart from being a pedo, he didn�t
think he had many quirks, but this was definitely one of them.
�Right,
Sally,� he said, �I think it�s time to rouse the troops, Don�t you?�
Within a
couple of minutes, the whole Club was surrounding the foot of the bed, watching
as Sam started fucking in and out of Naomi. The little girl, with her long
black shiny hair was pressing her magnificent hairless mons into Sam�s pubic
mound each time he pressed home. She was loving it. She had been very
frightened of her first time hurting, and was so pleased to wake up and find he
was already inside her. Balls deep.
�Naomi,� Sam
asked quietly �is there any particular way you want us to induct you? As you
know, it�s your choice.�
She thought
for a moment. She had wondered about this ever since she saw her first
induction, when Suzy had not just been fucked, but had turned around and spread
herself, so everyone could see her deformed pussy being fucked, and how it no
longer mattered to her. She remembered how Rosie asked to be inducted secretly
in Disney, in front of thousands of people and how Becky had asked to go to the
top of the Shard. Daisy had wanted everyone to feel Daddy�s cock and her pussy�
where they joined.
She wanted
something to remember, and had struggled to think what. Then, yesterday, it had
come to her in a flash. She had spoken to Sally about it, and she had said it
was fine.
�I want to sit
up on you, Daddy, facing the girls,� she said, �and I want you to lift me up
and down with your hands under my bottom. Then I want every girl to pair up and
use their vibrators on each other. I remembered the orgy we had last week when
Lucy was inducted, and it was so exciting, I thought I would ask for it for my
induction.�
Sally had
organised the box of vibrators earlier, and quickly passed them around, while
Sam supported Naomi as she rotated round on his tight cock. All the while he
could feel her warm interior rubbing on his foreskin, her cervix nudging it
down a fraction as she moved on him. He was in heaven.
�I want
everyone to cum with me,� she said. �I want us all to cum together.�
So without
further delay, the girls paired up and were lying in every available bed space
around the inductee. Some were in a sixty nine, some were lying chest to chest
and some were sitting up facing each other, but all were concentrating very
hard on getting their partners� aroused. They had so enjoyed their orgy the
other night, when they�d heard Naomi wanted another for her induction, they
were very excited and looked forward to it immensely.
The buzzing of
the little pink vibrators sounded like a swarm of bees, as they started working
their magic. It wasn�t long before Sylvia could see most were nearly reaching
their climaxes, and signalled to Sam to continue. He quickly placed his palms
under Naomi�s bottom, and lifted her a few inches, and lowered her again. He
lifted and lowered, speeding the timing and increasing the scope each time. Up
and down, up and down. The buzzing intensified, the breathing around the room
got more ragged, more urgent. A sheen of perspiration appearing on the skin of
everyone. On Sam went, quicker, his arms now aching, an ache which he didn�t
care about, his cock felt fantastic as his gentile foreskin kept nudging that
Jewish cervix. It was all too much, and the very moment he heard a gasp from
the child, and a little clamp on his tip, he exploded into her. He pulsed and
pulsed, squirted and squirted, blasting gallons of his sperm laden semen into
her. More than he thought he could, or had, ever delivered. It was mind
blowing.
Sam came back
to earth, realising he hadn�t registered anything in his mind for the past
several minutes. There was quiet cheering. It was four in the morning, after
all. Every girl was in a post climactic malaise. Many were still breathing
heavily. Some were still cuming, the vibrators buzzing even now. Naomi was
hunched forward, her hands on her knees, her full weight still on his pubic
mound, his cock still nudging her cervix, the final pulses of her orgasm only
now easing slowly away. Sam too, still feeling his mini pulses every few
seconds, was in no hurry to move.
�You�re not
going to believe it, Naomi,� said Lizzie, �but you got a score of thirty. Well
done.�
It still took
a few minutes, before he pulled out of the child, his head falling back to the
pillow. He was vaguely aware of his wife moving his cock out of the way, so she
could get at Naomi�s vagina and it�s treasure of semen and virgin blood.
A few minutes
later, Sam sat on the end of the bed, Daisy and Naomi standing either side of
him, their little hairless mounds pressing against the sides of his bare knees.
Their little slits, both slightly inflamed and darker than the surrounding
skin. He rested his hands on their bottoms for a moment, just feeling their
curves and soft skin under his palms. Like with all seven year olds, as they
stand, their bellies stick out forwards as far as their bottoms did backwards.
Sylvia passed him two of the long white boxes, and shaking each of them open in
turn, clipped the chokers around the girls� necks.
Naomi and
Daisy held both of each other�s hands, stretching across Sam�s lap as they said
together. �As it is my induction, I would like to pledge to you all, I will
always follow all five of The Club rules. Also, Daddy, thank you for making my
first time so very special. I will treasure the memory all my life. And thank
you for my lovely necklace.�
There was a
ripple of applause, the tired girls quickly climbed back into bed. Sam was just
drifting off to sleep, when be became aware of a tongue cleaning up his limp
cock, still sticky from the two inductions. Sally wasn�t long, before she
assumed her, now rightful, sleeping position, face to face on his chest. She
would wait for him to fall asleep, though, before she took her pleasure on his
body. She too was planning about tomorrow. She knew he was up to something. She
needed to be there, had to be there. Every instinct, and her voices, told her
so.
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CHAPTER 84
Sam and Sally
spend the day together.
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The following
morning started with the usual complete chaos of little girls seemingly running
around aimlessly, calling out: �anyone seen my shoes� or �do you think we
should wear Ben Wa Balls today?� and �I left my
vibrator on all night, remind me to get some batteries�. Somehow they were
ready, and went down for breakfast. They all decided to try the �Full English
Breakfast�, and were amazed at what arrived. Firstly was porridge, followed by
Bacon, two eggs, fried bread, fried tomatoes and potatoes,
Returning to
the room to collect their little backpacks and other belongings, they were
ushered into one of the rooms by Sally and Lizzie. Sam and Sylvia had been
asked to stay downstairs for ten minutes.
�I�ve called
you together girls, because one of our rules has been broken,� Sally said in an
authoritarian voice, Lizzie standing beside her with her arms folded, looking
stern. �I would have told you about this last night, but we had the inductions
and I didn�t want to spoil it for Daisy and Naomi. Now, Lizzie and I have
already punished the culprit, who as you may know, is Karen. Karen, could you
come over here please?� Karen came and stood beside her. �Karen, would you tell
the girls what you did please?�
Karen,
clasping her hands in front of her, said: �I was stupid, and didn�t think. Last
night, as you know, I was asked to cuddle up to Daddy, and I refused. You see,
I�d had my Ben Wa Balls in for a whole week, and
couldn�t take any more. I am really sorry. I broke the sixth rule and I
deserved my punishment. Hon-Syl was really angry with me, but since I accepted
my punishment, she�s been ever so nice to me again.�
�What was your
punishment, Karen?� asked Sophie.
Karen turned
her back to them, and bending down, grasped the hem of her calf length Club
skirt. She stood up straight and lifted it, exposing her pantiless
bare buttocks, which were covered in black and blue lines, tinged with red.
Many bright red spots down one side showed where the little knots had bitten
into her flesh, almost making her bleed. There was a collective gasp.
�That�s not
fair, Lizzie,� said Sarah, �who are you to whip one of us?�
�Be careful,
Sarah, you�re treading on dangerous ground. Is anyone unhappy with being in the
Club?� every head shook. �Right, do you all understand how important it is to
keep discipline? You new girls weren�t with us when Lizzie nearly got thrown
out of The Club. But the importance for secrecy and abiding to the rules became
really clear to us that day. So what�s your point Sarah?�
�I don�t want
to get into trouble, or anything,� said Sarah, �but I would like to know if
it�s ever fair to whip a member if she can�t hit you back?�
�Well, Sarah,�
Sally continued, �Lizzie and I have discussed this, and we agree it needs to be
fair, and so will be allowing something to happen like that.� There were many
puzzled looks around the room.
�If anyone has
to be punished by Lizzie,� continued Sally, �whatever punishment they get will
be given to Lizzie by me first. She has agreed to this, so that, you can�t
say,� �that�s not fair, Lizzie�. Does
that sound fair to you now Sarah?�
Sarah thought
for a few moments before nodding, �I suppose so, I guess. So does that mean
Lizzie will be whipped?�
By way of
reply, Lizzie turned and, like Karen, who was still showing her bum off, lifted
her skirt revealing the same marks across her buttocks. Another gasp echoed
around the room.
�So, you see,�
continued Sally, �If it is necessary to punish anyone in future, this is what
will happen. Is that fair to everyone?� they all looked thoughtfully at each
other and nodded.
�Before we
go,� said Karen, dropping her skirt and turning to face them, �I would like to
say I did deserve my punishment. I really was stupid, and if I did it again
would expect the same. It�s not like school, The Club is special, so it has
special rules and it�s important we all stick to them. I think The Club is
worth it, don�t you?� She smiled at them, they all nodded in agreement, the tension
in the room dissipating. �Omnes pro uno, Unus pro omnibus,� said
Karen, as they moved to go downstairs, looking forward now to their Harry
Potter trip.
When the bus
arrived, Sylvia herded the group aboard, leaving Sam and Sally waving to them,
as they moved off. Sam had tried and tried to persuade her to go with the
others. �Why don�t you want me to I stay with you?� she�d asked.
�You�ll be
bored,� was the reply.
�Not with you
I won�t. What�s the real reason�, she retorted.
�I have to see
some people, it�s important, it�s business,� he said.
�Good,� she
replied, �I want to learn about business. What time are we going?�
He looked
wearily at her. There was no point. He was on a loser, and they both knew it.
He so loved her. �Well I want to buy a few things first, but won�t need to go
out until this afternoon. We have some time to kill this morning. Is there
anything you�d like to do, go somewhere?�
She leaned
into him and whispered. �You promised me you were going to teach me how to do
it up the bum. Let�s go.� She took his hand and pulled him back in through the
door of the hotel. Joe, the hotel doorman smiling at them. He had a daughter
like her too. He also had exceptionally good hearing.
They wasted no
time once upstairs again. Sally quickly threw her clothes off, got hold of the
KY jelly and pumped a good dollop into her bottom, pushing it in with her
finger, before applying a bit more. Sam had closed the curtains and put out the
�do not disturb� sign on the door handle.
He came back
into the main salon, to find she had thrown a bed sheet over the back of one of
the sumptuous chairs, and turned to him as he walked over. They hadn�t been
alone together, not like this, for months. There had always been others,
distractions. They stood a foot apart, looking at each other, just looking.
Sally, still
looking into his eyes, pulled a footstool towards her with her toe. She stepped
up onto it, now on a level with him. A silent communication holding them, and
suddenly they clasped each other, arms around the other, clinging tight, as
though they hadn�t seen each other for months. They kissed. A sensuous kiss.
Their mouths gently pressing together, tongues intertwined, his cock becoming
erect between her soft thighs. They each ran their hands up and down the
other�s back and shoulders and neck and bottom. They were lovers and they knew
it, besotted with each other. Sam knew, had known for a while their
relationship was changing, had changed. If he could never make love to her
again, he would still love her to the grave. She was his all, his life, his
being. Sally too had known how she felt about him since that night at camp. The
night of her induction. But she knew it would take him time to realise it too,
and had waited for him.
The other
girls, they both knew he loved to fuck. Especially the little ones. He was,
after all, a pedo, it�s what he did. It was in his
She finally
broke away from him, and grabbing his cock, led him over to the sheet covered
chair. She bent over the back of the chair, and then, putting her palms on her
buttocks, pulled herself apart, opening her anus for him to fuck. Sam didn�t
want it this way. He just wanted to make love to her, and said so.
�I want to see
what it�s like Daddy,� she said. �Would you let me try for a while?�
Sam sighed and
guided his cock to her entry, and rubbed his pre-cum along her cleft for a
moment and made sure he was slick enough. He could see the KY jelly oozing from
her bum, and knew she had put plenty in there. He pressed his tip to her little
rosebud, and applied a little pressure and immediately, she clenched up, her
sphincter closing tight.
�Try pushing,
as though you are pooping� he suggested. �It will help, I think.�
Suddenly, he
felt her tension go and his crown pop through her sphincter, but she clamped on
him again, a stab of pain shooting up his cock.
�
He felt a
gradual relaxation, as her rectum adjusted to his intrusion. He waited for
several minutes, and suddenly felt a movement, as his crown started to slide
into her, deeper and deeper. They both felt it, as inch by inch, into her he
went, until, at last, his pubic hair was pressed to the globes of her bottom.
He was in.
�How does it
feel, darling?� he asked.
�Kinda funny, I guess,� she answered honestly, �I don�t know
if I would cum like this. What about you?�
�Oh, I�d cum
alright,� he said lightly, �but it�s not the way I�d want to, not with you.
You�re so special to me Sally, I don�t want to fuck you anymore.�
She turned as
far as her position would allow, and looked at him alarmed. A tear was already
forming in the corner of her eye. �What do you mean, Daddy? Don�t you want me
anymore? Do you just want the others and not me?�
Sam realised
his stupidity in his choice of words. �No, no, it�s not that,� he said
urgently, �you don�t understand. Yes, I want to fuck the others, of course, but
with you, I want to make love. I love you so much. Do you not understand?�
Sally stood up
suddenly. Her movement pulled his cock painfully from her bum, as she turned
round and leapt at him, her legs clamped around his waist, her arms gripping
tight around the neck, holding him in a vice like grip, her wet pudenda pressed
to his belly. He felt her tears running down his chest, and her shuddering, as
she sobbed. This was the final chapter in the changes which had come over the
two of them. They realised in that instant just how much they both meant to
each other, how close their bond, how driven by the other they each were. The
other Choices girls had sensed it for several days now. They were just coming
to terms with it themselves.
�Well what do
we do now?� he quipped. �Fancy a fuck?�
She laughed,
blushed, almost feeling embarrassed, as they were about to explore this new
relationship.
Sam took her
hand, and with the other grabbed the sheet still draped over the chair, and
walked over to the settee. He spread the sheet over it, and then sat down along
it, so he was leaning back against one of the armrests. Then he brought his
knees up and indicated for her to squat over him, which she quickly did.
Holding his cock, he guided her down lower, until his tip just pushed against
her anus again. She wriggled into position, feeling him sink into her entry,
much easier this time. She paused momentarily, and then leaning back a little
sank down onto him, feeling his long thin cock slip six and a half inches through
her rectum deep into her bowels.
Again they
paused, just looking into each other�s eyes. How long they stayed like that
they wouldn�t recall. Time no longer mattered. Still squatting, Sally felt a
little cramped and lifted her legs, pushing her feet under his armpits. Sam
kept his knees up. So she could lean against them.
Over the next
hour or so, they chatted about many things. Each time she moved slightly, he
could feel her rectum pressing, squeezing against his shaft. So, so nice.
Almost without realising he was doing it, his fingers gently teased her
nipples. He traced circles around her darkened areol�,
her tiny goosebumps rising in response.
Eventually, he
raised a topic he�d been avoiding. �You know I want what�s best for you,
darling, don�t you?� she nodded, half expecting what was coming. �You know I
want you to come to France, to the Conservatoire to perfect your music and
study in the Sorbonne. Madame Brigitte made me promise.� She nodded, looking
soulful. She knew he was right. �It will break my heart, Sally, but I want you
to do it. I believe you are destined for greatness and I want you to achieve
it. Will you do it for me.�
Sally suddenly
looked a little coy. Of course she knew she would do it, because Daddy had
asked her to. But maybe�.�On one condition,� she unexpectedly said. He looked
enquiringly at her. �You come to see me at least once a month.�
Sam wasn�t
going to admit that he would have done so anyway. �OK it�s a deal.� He laughed,
when she pulled his hand off her budding breast to shake it.
�The only
thing is, though Sally, as you know I am a p�dophile.
I�ve always been like it. I know when you go away, I will want to come and see
you all the time, because I love you. But I need my little girls, you
understand that, don�t you? Will you mind, knowing I�m back home fucking Club
girls every day when you�re not there?�
�Daddy, I have
already told my girls they must always look after you, all the time. I want you
to be happy. It�s very important to me. I know you like variety. I know you
especially like them tight, tighter than me even and I know you prefer the very
youngest ones.� He looked at her aghast. He�d never admitted that particular
desire, even to himself, and here she was stating the truth of who and what he
was. �If you didn�t fuck them, you would be unhappy and,� she continued, �I
would get to know, and I would have to come home to sort it out. But you and I
have a deeper relationship as you said before. So I need you to fuck my girls
all the time, as long as you still love me most. If you don�t, there�ll be
trouble.� They lapsed into silence.
�Sally,� he
eventually asked.
�Hmmmm?� came her dreamy reply.
�If you could
have a special wish, you know, something impossible, anything in the world,
what would you wish for?��
�Easy,� came
her immediate reply, �you�d be my real Daddy, why?�
�Oh, I just
wondered, you know. I think I would wish for the same.�
Sam became
aware of something hard under him, and reaching down, beneath the sheet, found
one of the little pink vibrators. He pointed with it at Sally�s clitty and
said: �shall I?�
�I thought
you�d never ask,� she laughed in reply, �let�s cum.�
Sam found the
little button in the end of the plastic toy, and switched it on, enjoying the
tingle of the vibrations and the sound of the buzzing. He carefully placed it
against her nub, poking from it�s cowl like a tiny erection. Little tufts of
her thin straight silvery hair rose either side of it, as if supporting it,
pushing it higher. The moment the toy touched her, she clamped down hard on him
in involuntary reaction. She relaxed again, as she attuned to it. He rolled the
rounded end back and forth over her clit, watching as blood flowed into it
hardening it further. Her vulva swelled, her labia also darkened. She shivered gently,
as she screwed up her eyes, her climax rapidly approaching. Sam slipped his
middle finger into her vagina, finding her so slippery inside it just went all
the way in.
It was the
final straw, Sally came, she exploded on his cock, clamping and clamping,
squeezing, massaging him. In moments, he too went over the top, and blasted
into her bum, feeling his semen squirt deep into her. No thrusting was
necessary, her clamping kept him going, and his pulsing kept her going. They
sat like this, staring into each others� eyes, feeling each other�s pulses,
loving it, relishing it. Finally it stopped. Sam switched the toy off, and sat
for many minutes, just looking into her eyes, caressing her tiny boobs,
massaging her areol� again, feeling her hard nipples
against his palms.
�Do you know
what?� she asked, almost dreamily.
�What�s that
darling?� he asked, not really listening.
�I like doing
it up the bum,� she smiled. �You just scored thirty nine, that�s gotta be a record!� They both chuckled.
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CHAPTER 85
Harry Potter
and the Incendio Charm
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Catching a
quick lunch at Mc
�Hello Sully,�
said Sam, �how�s tricks these days?�
�Hi Sam, you
old bastard,� was the reply, �how the devil are you old chap?�
The two
greeted each other, with a string of mild insults, clearly old friends.
�Sully, meet
Sally,� said Sam by way of introduction, �and Sally meet Sully. Sally�s my
daughter, well almost.� Sally blushed at the little white lie which she so
wished were true.
�What can I do
for you, Sam,� asked Sully, getting down to business, �I see your name�s been
in the papers recently. Playing with fire again. You never learn, same old
Sam.� He looked across at Sally, with a big warm, cheeky grin, �you know what
your dad did a few years back. We were in Cairo on leave, he got hold of this
great big, fat Egyptian �..� Sam hastily cut him off with a �She doesn�t need
to hear all that, Sully, she�s far too young. Now what I came for is this ��.�
Half an hour
later Sam and Sally left Sully�s emporium. She had
realised after a few minutes it was no ordinary shop. The electronic devices he
bought were beyond her understanding. The cameras she sort of understood, as
she did a combat knife. The binoculars were unlike any she�d seen before with
night vision and compass built in. He�d bought some dark overall clothing, face
mask and black rubber shoes, gloves, backpack and things she didn�t recognise
at all.
Back in the
tube, they headed north, to the suburbs, and found themselves in a residential
area. Schools, supermarkets, houses, pubs and restaurants. Sam, taking Sally�s
hand headed for a nearby park, where they found a secluded corner and sat on
the grass. Sam went through the items he�d purchased and carefully unpacked,
checked and tested each item, fitting batteries where necessary, before stowing
them in the backpack. She�d raised her eyebrows when she saw him take out a
handgun, check the movement, and calmly screw on a sound suppressor to the end
of the barrel, unscrew it again and put it into the pack then load several
magazines with hollow nosed rounds, before slipping them also back into the
pack.
�Are you going
to tell me what we�re doing, Daddy?� she asked, reasonably.
�Are you sure
you want to know?� he replied, already knowing the answer, confirmed by her
nod. �I�m trying to establish who the Brothers of Islam are, where they�re
based and what they plan to do. If I have to I will put an end to their
activities, but I�d rather hand any evidence I get to the authorities. This
will take time and I may be out all night. First I want to know where their
place is, before finding somewhere I can watch them from. I have a lead I�m
checking out. When I�ve done that, I will take you back to the hotel.� He
already knew that wasn�t going to happen, just looking at her face.
�No way,� she
spat out, �wherever you go, I go too. I�d die sitting waiting to hear whether
you�re alive or dead, I�m coming.�
They settled
on a compromise. He would observe from his chosen position, while she waited in
a safe place nearby.
�So where to
now?� she asked.
�Place called
Finchley. It�s just houses, like this. It�s about a mile, that way,� he
indicated, pointing up the road. �We�ll catch a bus,� he said, looking at the
timetable displayed on his IPhone, �they pass here
every ten minutes or so�.
They got off
the red double decker bus about twenty minutes later,
and saw a caf� nearby, which they went into and sat down. London is littered
with owner run caf�s exactly like this one, where a cheap, substantial meal can
be had quickly. They have an endearing nickname of �greasy spoons�, because
much of the food they offer is fried. They both ordered the �special�.
�So what
happens now, Daddy?� Sally asked.
�I�m going to
walk passed the house, front and back, Sal, and again later on. Then, I will
wait for it to get dark, then I�m going to observe the place, see what I can
find out. After that, I don�t know. I suppose it depends on what I learn.�
Two plates of
food arrived and were slapped down on the table without ceremony. They started
to eat the unappetising looking fare. But both were very surprised just how
tasty the food was. It was good.
Just then, Sam
looked up at the TV screen and muttered: �oh fuck, that�s all we need.�
Looking over
her shoulder, Sally could see the tail end of the piece, explaining that the
five Brothers of Islam men arrested the previous day had been released on
police bail, �pending further enquiries�. �Sounds like that left wing newspaper
has been stirring things again,� he said. �ah well, we�ll have all the bad eggs
in one basket,� he continued, in a matter of fact tone, �won�t change our
plans.�
They finished
their food, and left the caf�. The address Sam had been given was just a few
hundred yards down the road. The plans of the building in the file he�d read,
and memorised to the finest detail. It showed it to be a typical
There was a
cellar (or basement), a small garden, single car garage and a derelict
greenhouse at the back. Very ordinary, very suburban, very average, very
unremarkable.
They walked
along, and Sam got Sally into a bit of role play. She was his daughter, and was
having a strop over something. To an observer, their animated conversation was
nothing unusual, but it did give Sam the opportunity to stop and turn towards
her as they were across the street from the property. His brand new high
definition camera tucked in his top pocket recording every detail of the
building.
�Well, done,�
he praised her, when they were further down the road, �you�ll win an Oscar
yet.� They both smiled. �Let�s see what�s round the back.� They circled the
area, until they were in front of the house backing onto the target. Looking
down the path to the side, it was clear there was a high spike topped wall
between the properties. Security, to the rear of the building, was probably
better than it looked to the casual observer.
Not wanting to
draw attention to his presence, He took Sally�s hand and carried on walking
away, like any father and daughter out for a stroll. Unbeknown to them, though,
they had already been recognised, when they�d walked passed the front of the
building a few minutes earlier. Outside the property were, expensive wall
mounted cameras, focused on the street, wired directly to facial recognition
software in a mainframe in
The acting
leader was one Mahmud Hamazi.
He was half brother to the two men Sam and Pierre had recently sent to their 72
virgins in paradise. �Allah be praised,� said Mahmud,
�look who�s walked right into the lion�s den, Daniel himself! Abdul,� he
shouted at a man only ten feet away, �Summon all the brothers, we may need them
here, now.��
Sam and Sally
walked back to the greasy spoon, where they had another mug of tea. �What now?�
asked Sally. �Do we go back to the hotel, or what?�
�You should go
back,� replied Sam, as he scrolled through the pictures he�d taken of the
house, �I will hail a taxi. I could be observing them all night. Surveillance
is long, boring and tedious, I�m trained for it. You�ll get bored and cramped
and�.�
�I�m staying
here, with you,� she stated bluntly. He was about to argue, when she
interjected, holding up her palm, �don�t waste your breath.� Her expression
said everything.
It was getting
dark, as Sam explained what he was going to do and where he was going to
position himself. �I am far more likely to be seen if there are two of us,� he
pointed out. �I will be in more danger�. He stressed the last word. �
In the end,
they compromised, against Sam�s better judgement. They found a place a hundred
yards or so up the road, from the house, where there was an unoccupied
property, with an overgrown front garden, with large clumps of bushes, where
Sally was to hide during the whole of the surveillance. They both sat for a
couple of hours, before Sam indicated he was gong to move forward now and she
was to stay in place, whatever happened. She reluctantly nodded acceptance. She
was already feeling the cramps in her muscles he had warned her of as the damp,
cold air penetrated. She regretted that last mug of tea too. She needed to pee
badly.
Sam moved forward.
She watched him for a few seconds, before he seemed to vanish, like a ghost.
Sally waited. After ten minutes it felt like an hour. After an hour it was like
a week. She wriggled and stretched as quietly as she could trying to get
comfortable. Her bladder now painful. She�d have to go soon. Then she felt it,
the cold, hard press of a gun against her cheek.
�Don�t make a
sound,� a quiet, harsh, guttural voice said, in heavily accented English, �if
you do it will be the last you make. Slowly get up. We�re going for a short
walk. Follow the man over there.� He waved the gun in the direction of a
shadowy figure across the road. �He will lead. I will follow. Don�t do anything
stupid.�
She got up and
moved out of the bushes and, as instructed followed the man, who led the way
towards the house, as she knew he would. Their pace was slow, so as not to
attract attention. She was angry with herself. She had let Daddy down. She knew
he would know where she was, and it would add to his worries. But, she also
knew instinctively he would come for her; her Daddy.
Sam had seen
the men approach Sally. He knew it was intended as a trap, to force him into
taking precipitate action. There were two men taking her, at gunpoint. There
were another two in the shadows further down and he wasn�t sure whether he�d
seen a third, the other way too. He was close to the house, in the neighbour�s
garden, so, anticipating their moves, he positioned himself so he could observe
their entry to the building. Using his night vision binoculars, he watched
carefully where they stepped, how they entered the door, the code they used in
the keypad, and who was left outside, who went in. He switched to heat seeking,
and checked to make sure no one was hidden out of his sight.
He smiled when
Sally kicked the man in front of her in the shin, when he turned to body search
her, just before the door was slammed shut. Even from here, he heard the scream
as she was punched in the face for her trouble. That wiped his smile away. The
rules of war had just been set. During the middle ages, the French had the
largest armoured and trained army in Europe. Sometimes, depending on who they
were fighting, the king would command the red fork tongued pennant of St. Denis
be unfurled, the Oriflamme. This signalled to the
troops no prisoners were to be taken. All were to be slaughtered. To Sam, he
had just unfurled his own Oriflamme.
Moving through
the neighbour�s garden to the back, he found a place where the fencing had a
large knot hole, and could see through to the rear of the target house. He was
desperate to get over and enter, but years of training had taught him patience.
Right now he needed all the patience he could muster. The third man appeared at
the far side. He had been hiding in the shadows. Sam watched, observed, waited.
There was a small routine emerging to the man�s patrolling, so Sam, timed his
movement when the guard went behind the far side of the house, Sam was up and
over the fence in moments, and hidden in the bushes long before he returned.
Waiting for
the guy to come round the lawn, Sam could see he wasn�t a professional, just
�doing his bit for the cause�. And that would be his last memory, Sam carefully
laid the body behind the rhododendron bushes, blood seeping into the earth
fertilising the ground.
Earlier in the
day, Sam had seen the double cameras, high on the front of the house. He had
expected it and intended he�d be seen and now knew this heightened level of
security must be for him. His plan had worked. All the Brothers of Islam would
be here. He was sure. He felt guilty at the same time though. He had allowed
Sally to remain with him. He�d used her as bait unintentionally, but it had
worked better than he�d expected. He was not wrong footed at all. Quite the
contrary. He was here to clear up the hornets� nest. The plane and the incident
in Paris had poked that nest. He knew they had him marked now. One day they
would come for him. Leave one hornet on the loose and you�re fucked.
He moved to
the door at the back of the house, and tried the same code on the lock he�d
seen used at the front. The door clicked open. Sam couldn�t believe his luck.
He thought for a moment, an idea forming. He had originally intended to just
leave the door ajar as a diversion. Quickly, he returned to the body behind the
bushes, and picking it up, brought it to the door and laid the man on the floor
just inside. He then went back out and round the side. The garage had a flat
roof. Using the drain pipe, he was quickly on the roof. He slithered forward,
and looked over the edge into the front garden. The other two guards were
talking quietly together, in Pashto, smoking. They were discussing having their
turn later with the young blond American girl, and what they would do with her
before she was killed and dropped in the Thames. Sam had to control his
seething anger.
He crept back,
and found the drain pipe leading up to the roof guttering. It took thirty
seconds to ascend. The fact they had also allowed the house to be covered in
climbing ivy helped him tremendously. There was an old gable ended window set
into the roof slope. The frame and sash were old wood, rotten in places.
Glancing inside, he could immediately see it was an unused loft space. His
clasp knife quickly slid the lock across. All the sophisticated break-in tools
he�d bought from Sully were superfluous.
Being careful
not to move too much, to avoid stepping on creaky floor boards, he surveyed the
room, nothing but boxes and dust. There was a narrow spiral staircase in the
corner, which he very slowly descended to a door at the foot. Listening for
several minutes, he turned the handle and to his relief found it unlocked and
it opened quietly onto an empty, half lit, landing. He�d been expecting what
happened next to have happened sooner. Pandemonium broke loose downstairs. The
body had, at last, been discovered. The uproar continued for a while, before a
commanding voice shouted the others down.
In Pashto, he
said: �Uncle, you have been sitting here at the bottom of the stairs, did you
see anyone?�
�No, I have
not moved, as you instructed,� came the reply, �no one has passed me. The only
ones upstairs are Fatma and Yusra
with Faysal. Whoever it is, must be in one of the
rooms on the ground floor, somewhere, or has run away. No one is upstairs.� A
search of the ground floor started immediately, some inside, some in the garage
a new search around the garden too. Meanwhile, Sam checked the rooms along the
landing. Four bedrooms, two bathrooms and a store room. He listened at each
door first, hearing noises only in the second bedroom.
�He must have
gone,� the voice of authority said downstairs. �Search the garden again, Ahmed.
Masoud and Salman, you
search upstairs.�
�What about
the girl?� a voice asked. �You promised us, Mahmud.
You know, before you kill her.�
�I know what I
said,� came the curt reply. �You will each have her in turn, but not before Aishah has questioned her and found out what we need to
know. She needs the practice and is preparing now. You will not need to wait
too long. Maybe one hour. I will go down now and instruct Aishah.
Meantime, you must stay alert. Find the Yankee.�
Sam�s blood
ran cold. These bastards were going to torture Sally and then gang rape her for
fun, before murdering her. �Not before Hell freezes over,� thought Sam. He knew
the two men would be up here in moments. He decided which room to use. It had a
door which opened so he could conceal himself behind it. He was ready as they
came upstairs. The two men knew to avoid the occupied room. Their whole
demeanour suggested to Sam that they considered this a waste of time. They
wanted Sally. Stupidly, they split up and searched different rooms, so as one
of them came into Sam�s room, he was dead in moments, his head tilted at an
impossible angle. Sam laid him on one of the beds, and threw a blanket roughly
over him and awaited the other man.
Salman was
angry. He had been the one to grab the girl from her hiding place. He was the
one to see where she had been hiding.� He
had at least enjoyed holding her while she was dragged to the house, although
he had been bitten on the finger by her when he had gagged her with his hand.
She had a supple body. He liked them young. He had lusted after Aishah, his brother�s daughter. This girl and Aishah were about the same age and build. Aishah had rejected his advances, although Mahmoud had commanded her she had to submit to him in his
turn. She thought she was more important than he. She had just laid there,
looking at him with contempt, when he�d fucked her, letting him do it. She�d
had no passion, such a disappointment. She should show more respect. Now he had
the blond American girl to look forward to. She would be better, he hoped, as
long as Aishah didn�t damage her first. He was deep
in thought as he walked back along the landing. He paused for a minute,
listening at the door where his other uncle, Faysal,
was fucking Fatma and Yusra.
The two women had been widowed only a few days ago by the American and yet they
were in another�s bed together, already. They too should show more respect. As
he moved to the next room, he didn�t see the hand coming which pushed his chin
one way, nor the other which grabbed the back of his head and twisted.
Everything went black.
Sam laid the
second man alongside the other. He came out and looked over the balustrade.
Sitting at the bottom of the stairs, was an older man, who he assumed was
�Uncle�. He was hunched, reading the evening newspaper. The other voices had
moved away, so he assumed the old man was alone. He waited a couple of minutes.
The two men who�d been sent outside to search in the garden came back in and
walked passed the old man. �There�s no one there,� said one, glancing at the
old man, �he�s gone. Omar and Adam have seen no one outside. We�re going
downstairs to watch the fun.� The old man grunted. The two men opened a door
somewhere downstairs, and Sam could hear steps as they descended to the cellar
below.
Retreating a
moment, Sam opened his backpack, and pulled out a high powered air pistol.
Perfectly legal, except for the poisoned dart which he pushed into the breach
before closing it quietly. He leaned over the baluster, holding the pistol in
both hands, and from a distance of only seven feet, put a dart into the back of
the man�s neck. The old man went rigid for a second as the pain of the dart hit
him, before he slumped sideways.
Next, he
pulled the SIG Sauer P226 from his pocket and screwed on the sound suppressor.
Moving to the door of the occupied room, he listened. Inside, he heard a woman
moaning as she came and the other making noises of encouragement. Perfect
timing. He switched off the only light outside the room, plunging the landing
into darkness and silently opened the door and passed like a wraith into the
room. The two women were dead before they knew anything about it and the man, Faysal, joined them before he even understood what had
happened. At least he died with a smile on his face.
Sam quietly
descended the stairs, looking for other possible terrorists, finding none.
Apart from the remaining two men on patrol outside, the house seemed empty;
everyone else was downstairs in the cellar.�
He had the rest of the house to himself.
He considered
his options. He didn�t need the two outside walking in unexpectedly. They
needed dealing with. He peered through a gap in the blinds. One at the front.
Moving to the other window, he saw the other at the back. He timed in his mind
their movements and waited until one was adjacent to the door, and another
cyanide dart took care of him. He stepped out and pulled him inside, laying him
beside the first guard he�d killed earlier. He moved silently around the house,
and it was a simple wait, pause and fire to dispatch the last one.
Moving quickly
back inside, dragging the last body with him, he laid it by the others. He then
went through each room rapidly but thoroughly, ensuring no one was hidden and
surprise him later. Just in case, he then locked and bolted the two doors into
the house. Moving to the cellar door along the hall, he saw it was a metal clad
security door. Electric combination pad. Just on the off chance, before he set
up the expensive, but effective door code breaker which Sully had sold him he
tried the same combination he�d used to enter the house earlier, and was
astonished when again, it too, clicked open.
He peered
around the corner. Bright lights lit a concrete stairway, leading down. He
grasped the 9mm SIG Sauer P226, Safety now off.
The room below
was strangely silent, and as Sam descended carefully, he found it deserted.
There had to be another room. The walls were brick, load bearing and supported
the house above. He could see at a glance that there were no doors. There was a
cupboard under the stairs, though. He carefully opened it a crack, and saw
nothing other than a bucket and a broom. He looked around, saw a light switch.
It was a timer type; it would cut out after a set time. He pressed it lighting
the area.
He was
carefully inspecting the innocent looking cupboard, when he saw very faint
curved scrape marks on the floor. The far wall had to be a door. He ran his
fingers around the edge, finding no catch. He pushed gently, and felt something
give. He took his weight off the door, it clicked towards him, swinging open.
As the door
opened, he immediately heard noises from below. The door was evidently well
sound proofed. Another concrete staircase led down. He moved slowly, silently,
alert. Reaching the bottom, he waited trying to ascertain who was there. A
conversation was taking place between the two men who had searched the garden
and come down a few minutes ago. Sam thought for a moment. He didn�t know how
many people in total were down here. He assumed just the two. The others would,
he supposed, be with Sally.
Inside his
pack, Sam had a small periscope. It was only a few inches long but ideal for looking
around corners. Careful to ensure he didn�t attract attention with movement, he
slowly moved the device sideways, until suddenly he had a clear view of the
room. The two men had their backs to him. They were silhouetted in an open
doorway, looking into a well lit room beyond. At that moment, a scream filled
the air. From the tone, Sam knew it was Sally. Laughter filled the air. The two
men in the doorway were clearly enjoying whatever was happening to Sally and
getting excited, as they called encouragement. Even from here, Sam could see
the bulges in their jeans.
�Well done Aishah,� said a voice inside the room, a man whom Sam
couldn�t see, �that�s how it�s done. If you push it in deeper and twist it at
the same time, it inflicts more pain. Try it again.�
Sam had
trouble controlling himself. He knew Sally was being tortured, but a wrong move
now, and he knew they�d both be dead. He eased the air pistol from his pocket,
putting the SIG Sauer into the other. Despite their name, a sound suppressor on
a handgun still makes enough noise to attract attention. As Sally screamed
again, the sound covered the phutt of the air pistol
firing. �Another one bites the dust,� thought Sam, grimly. The man in the
doorway, sensing movement, turned and saw his brother now lying prone on the
floor. He stepped towards him, and bent down to see what the matter was, just
as a 9mm bullet from the SIG Saur hit him in the side
of his temple.
No further
need for caution, Sam advanced into the room. At that moment, Mahmud, the man he�d heard speaking earlier, instructing Aishah, came to the door, looking out, confused. His
confusion was very short lived, as he was thrown backwards from the impact of a
bullet between his eyes. Moving quickly now, Sam shielded himself outside the
door, before taking a moment and swung around the gap into the room, gripping
the SIG with both hands. What greeted him caught him completely unawares.
Sam stopped
himself firing at the very last instant, his two arms up straight, clasping the
automatic, which was pointing at a black robed, four foot tall, female. Her
round chubby face was of a young girl, perhaps eleven, the same as Sally. She
had black hair flowing to just below her shoulders. Her eyes were frightening,
though. They were black as Hades. As obsidian as Lizzie�s eyes. But unlike
Lizzie, they had no warmth. These were the eyes of evil, of hate, of
malevolence. The devil himself must have eyes like this. The girl held in her
hand a short round black object, about the size and shape of a pair of woman�s
hair curling tongs. Except, Sam had seen one before. It was a tool for torture,
designed using the technology of a cattle prod. No wonder Sally had screamed.
Beside the
girl, was a gyn�cologist�s chair. Apart from a small
table, it was the only item of furniture in the room. Sitting, strapped down in
it was a naked, terrified, Sally. Her legs were up, strapped in the stirrups,
spread far apart. Sam could see her wide open vagina was red raw. How long had
they been torturing her? He�d only heard her scream twice, but she�d been down
here for about twenty minutes now. Beneath the chair was a large pool of
Sally�s urine and the almost black stains of dried blood splattered across the
floor; evidently from some unfortunate victim in the past.
Turning back
to the black robed girl, he noticed she had a half smile on her face. Perhaps
she realised the anguish her treatment on Sally had caused him. �Put that
down,� Sam said, pointing at the item in her hand. The girl frowned, pretending
not to understand. Sam repeated himself in Pashto. The child showed surprise at
the familiar tongue. �Undo the straps, now,� he shouted at her, his anger
growing by the moment. Uncertainty now showing in her face. She placed the tool
on the little table. Sam noticed a number of instruments were there already.
Scalpels, forceps, a corkscrew shaped object, various surgical clamps.
Certainly not for opening bottles or performing life saving medical surgery.
Sally by now
showed relief in her face, verging on delight, as her Daddy had come. She knew
he would. As the straps were loosened, she wriggled out of the chair and stood
on wobbly legs. She was sore between her thighs, fuck was she sore, but she was
alive and in one piece. She hobbled to the black clad girl, who recoiled, thinking
Sally was going to strike her. She looked at her in contempt and just turned
away.
�I will need
her clothes,� Sally said, pointing to her own rags on the floor, which had been
cut from her with scissors. �She�s about my size, and she won�t be needing
them.�
Sam turned to
the girl and translated: �She needs to dress. Give her your clothes, or I shoot
you.� Aishah looked round the room, in disbelief, as
if expecting clothes to materialise from thin air. She shook her head. No, she
wasn�t going to show an infidel her body; and anyway, no westerner would hurt
or kill a child. She had nothing to worry about. Sally reached over and picked
up the cattle prod. She took a step towards the girl, her expression said
everything.
The girl,
after hesitating for several seconds, realising she had no option, lifted the
long black dress up over her head. She dropped it to the floor. She now stood
in her panties and socks. She was like a beanpole, no curves, no feminine
features at all. Her flat areol� were dark against
her olive coloured skin, her nipples, hardened pin heads. Sam indicated her
panties, but Sally said she wouldn�t need them, she wasn�t going to soil her
body with them. Sam went to translate, but a flush of anger crossed the girl�s
face, realising that Sally looked upon her as an inferior person. She had
understood English well enough.
Pointing at
the chair she had just got out of herself, Sally said: �Tell her to sit down,�
she commanded Sam. The girl did so without procrastination, Sally�s pointing
finger said it all. �Put your wrists in the restraints.� Again the girl
complied. Sally snapped the leather cuffs closed holding her arms and wrists
firmly. �And the legs,� said Sally, realising the girl understood more English
than she�d pretended before. The girl lifted her legs into the stirrups, still
warm from Sally.� Again Sally snapped the
bindings tightly around her ankles and thighs.
Sally picked
the black dress up from the floor where Aishah had
dropped it. She shook it, as if removing dust, and pulled it over her own head.
It was baggy, smelled of stale sweat, but would suffice. It reached to her
ankles. Looking around, she knew her socks had been cut off, so she pulled Aishah�s off her feet, she smelled them and pulled a face
in distaste, �They stink,� she said through gritted teeth, �I�m not wearing
those,� dropping them into the pool of urine on the floor. In the corner, were
her own shoes, in Club colours, which she slipped on and pulled the Velcro
strap across.
Having spent
so many years the victim of bullies and violence, Sally had sworn to herself it
would never happen again, ever. Sam understood this, and was allowing Sally to
exorcise her anger, her memories, even. Take revenge if necessary, although he
had found revenge to be a dangerous game. Sam had decided Sally could decide
what to do with the girl.
Aishah started
to shout now. She suspected what was coming. Spittle flew from her mouth,
propelled by the flow of foreign abusive invective language which even Sally
didn�t need to understand. The meaning was clear. Sally kept clear of the spit
flying now continuously from Aishah�s mouth. She
looked around. She saw on a shelf a roll of duct tape. Grabbing it, she tore
off a six inch strip, and stuck it over the girl�s mouth, despite her shaking
her head back and forth violently. Finally, Sally picked up a black niqaab headdress from the corner of the room, where it had
been discarded, and pulled it over Aishah�s head, so
they could now only see her burning black obsidian eyes, through the slot of
her eye visor.
�
Sally moved
back to the front of the chair. �Wanna have a look,
Daddy?� asked Sally, smiling grimly. It wasn�t a suggestion, it was a command.
Sally wanted, needed even, to humiliate this dark girl, this other Verity. Dark
in looks, dark in character. She picked up the scissors from the table which
had been used to cut her own clothes off. She moved between Aishah�s
knees, and quickly snipped the waist band of her panties, either side of her
gusset. Grabbing the, now, loose material with her hand, she yanked it out from
under her bottom. The Afghan girl snorted in outrage through her nose, snot now
running down her duct tape covered lips and chin.
Bending down
between her legs, Sally brought the black cattle prod up and touched her
pudenda with the cold end. Aishah, her eyes now
filled with fear, went rigid, expecting a shock, which never came; her own
urine joining Sally�s on the floor. Sally dropped the torture tool into the
pool of urine and moved to one side. She leaned down, placed her fingers either
side of the girl�s vulva, and pulled her open, none too gently. Two things were
immediately apparent to Sam and Sally. Aishah had
been highly aroused when she had been torturing Sally. She was wet, and as
Sally pulled her open, a flow of viscous slippery slime ran from her cunt, down
towards her bottom. The other thing that was apparent was the fact that this
girl, as pious in Islam as she might like to make herself out to be, was no
virgin.
In fact, Aishah had been giving her body for the cause for two years
now. She had been told she could join the group in London, if she looked after
the men in any way they needed. She was told it was important the men didn�t go
out with local women, even ones they met at the mosque. They must remain
separate for security. So Aishah had been instructed
by her aunt, now dead upstairs, in what was required. The men had needs, she�d
been told, and it was Aishah�s duty to fill those
needs. She had looked after her father, five uncles and six cousins. All of
these were now dead. Some killed by Sam during the hijacking, the rest in this
house, although she didn�t know it yet; and indeed would never know.
Sam waited for
Sally to tell him what she wanted him to do now. She was only now calming from
her anger and her adrenaline fuelled fear and humiliation. All the men had come
in to look at her. They had touched her and fingered her. She felt dirty,
soiled. She knew she would recover, gain strength from her experience even.
But, her recovery depended on Daddy playing his part.
�I want you to
rape her, Daddy,� she said in a matter of fact voice. �Do it hard, make it
hurt. She hurt me bad, really bad. Then she was going to let all the men fuck
me before she killed me. Rape her Daddy, now.�
Sam was
hesitant. Not because he wouldn�t fuck the child, he had a pretty good track
record of doing exactly that. Nor because he had some moral resistance to doing
so. He had no such qualms. Nor was it that he wouldn�t rape a child. He�d done
it often enough with the help of the knock out drops. His victims had never
known anything about it. None the wiser. His concern was that he had never
physically forced a concious girl against her will
before. He sighed, shrugged his shoulders and stepped forward. A first time for
everything.
Aishah was now
wriggling in the chair as far as the restraints would allow. Her bottom lifted
up and down several inches. Sally stepped behind her chair, and buckled up a
strap around Aishah�s waist to stop her moving. Sam
leaned in, and using his fingers, inspected the girl�s cunt carefully.
�Looks like
she�s been fucked a lot, Sally. She�s got all the signs. Still some stuff in
there too. You�d think she would have washed herself.� He intentionally ignored
Aishah�s wild eyes of outrage spitting fire at him.
�I think I�m going to have to use a condom, I don�t want to catch anything from
her,� he said, pulling out his wallet, where he always kept one, just in case.
�Actually, some of these Afghan tribes have Syphilis and Ghonorrhea
endemic in their societies.� He didn�t know if that were true or not, he wanted
to needle the girl for Sally. Anyway, she might have caught a disease, it
wasn�t impossible. He dropped his backpack in the corner, slipped out of his
jacket and pushed his black combat trousers down, taking his boxers with them.
He stood in front of the girl making sure she watched him, while he slowly
rolled the condom over his now, erect, long cock.
�There you
are, Aishah, have a good look at this,� he said,
goading her again, waving his long cock backwards and forwards in front of her
eyes, looking fearfully from their viewing slot in the Niqaab.
�I think you�re going to enjoy this, I know I am.�� The girl couldn�t move against the
restraints, the only sign of her anger and fear were the snorts through her
nose and the vigorous shaking of her head side to side. The chair had a
hydraulic lift, much like a dentist chair. Sam pressed his foot to the pedal
and raised it a few inches, to suit his height.
He moved
between her legs now, and holding his cock, pressed it to her entry. Her vulva
bulged out, as his crown pushed between her labia. He was going to work it in
slowly, much like he did every day to The Club girls. At that moment, though,
Sally, now standing behind him pushed his bottom hard with all her strength,
forcing him into the girl in one instant, deep, penetration. Aishah gasped, as a spike of pain shot through her cunt.
Sam paused for
only a moment, before pulling back, and feeling the pressure of Sally�s hands
on his bottom again, shoved back in. Within just three cycles, he was slamming
into the girl. She wasn�t as tight as he liked his girls to be. She�d obviously
had a lot of sex. She felt like Lucy had the first time, before he got her away
from Jake and his thugs. He looked down. She was chubby, but not too fat. She
had a small mons, which� lifted slightly
as his cock slid into her beneath it. She was hairless. Not a whisper of hair
anywhere. He kept a steady, hard pace, his pubis smacking into her groin,
making a loud slapping noise, which went on for many minutes. One thing he did
notice though was the smell. She stank badly. Stale sweat, body odour, unwashed
skin. He remembered the smell from the markets of many Arab towns he�d been to.
Sam was
suddenly aware Aishah was rising. She was going to
cum. He couldn�t believe it. Her breathing had changed, her muscle tension
under him had altered subtly.
Aishah had
always been completely dedicated to the cause. Her father and uncles, although
not kind to her, she was a female after all, gave her privileges and freedom.
She was respected as one older than her years. They knew she had something
extra; she was marked down as a future leader. For now she did as
commanded.� She had never enjoyed having
to fuck the men, even with her father, it was her duty, which she willingly
did. As simple as that. Now, this man, this hated American, rapes her, and she
feels immediately different. She cursed herself, because she was enjoying this.
It was wrong, it was not what Allah had commanded. She was angry now with
herself, she was going to cum soon, and there was nothing she could do about
it.
Sally
whispered in Sam�s ear: �Stop when I say, Daddy. Ready? Right, pull out� now.�
Sam pulled his
cock from Aishah, as Sally told him, just as he felt the
telltale signs of her clamping on his cock. He was moments from cuming himself,
but this was Sally�s show. She was in charge. At that moment, he felt Sally�s
arms come around his waste and hold his cock. She pulled the condom off him and
dropped it to the wet floor. She then used both hands to wank him. She had done
this so many times, it didn�t take her long to get him to the cusp. This wasn�t
for anyone�s pleasure, Sally was doing this as a punishment to the girl.
Aishah had felt
herself about to cum. She hated herself for wanting it so much. What was it
about this American, with his long thin cock, which made her enjoy it so much?
Then, suddenly nothing, he�d pulled out of her. NO! She needed to finish, what
frustration, what torture. She couldn�t even reach down to help herself. Then
she felt it. Wet strings of the American�s semen pumping over her, trailing
over her pussy, her stomach. Some even hit her Niqaab.
This was the final humiliation. She knew now that wherever he went, however
long it took, she would find this man and she would take her revenge. Then it
got worse, she felt the American girl rub the big pool of semen on her mound
and smear it down her cleft and into her vagina. She could feel it�s warmth,
it�s slickness, it�s sensuousness. Then she came. She couldn�t help it, but she
came even as the girl took her fingers away, she still climaxed. She cursed
herself again for her weakness. The Americans knew what had happened. She could
see and hear them laughing at her humiliation. She so hated them.
Sam quickly
dressed. It was time to clear up and find out what he could before they left.
What to do with the girl. He didn�t know. Sally was washing her down with
disinfectant and a scrubbing brush, removing any sign of his D.N.A. It was
probably best to just leave her where she was. He would file his report through
his usual channels, the Brits would sort the mess out in their own way.
Now much more
business like, Sam surveyed the floor they were on. Outside the torture
chamber, was a larger room, with a couple of desks with two desktop computers,
filing cabinets, maps pinned to the wall, paperwork everywhere. He knew nothing
would be held on the two laptops. If they were stolen, any amount of intel could be lost.
There was a
large safe in the corner, which Sam looked at, wondering if the combination
he�d been provided would work. He wondered how MI5 had come by it. Not his
concern, as the door swung open. Inside, there were two shelves. On one were
two computer external drives. Sam would bet they contained data MI5 would give
their eye teeth for. On the other shelf was one large envelope, and a small
briefcase. He pulled them out and laid them on a desk nearby. The case was
unlocked, and inside he found cash in used notes, bound into bundles with clear
plastic wrappers. His mind wandered back to that night all those months ago
when
Sam put the
envelope into the briefcase and closed it. He squeezed the case into his
backpack before pulling out his high definition camera. He took photographs of
the whole room, all the maps and charts. They certainly suggested a major
operation was planned. Sites marked included:
He was about
to move upstairs to photograph the cellar and the access to the room below,
when he realised there was an identical doorway here, to the one in the room
above, leading to another basement below. Going down the concrete steps, Sam,
now carrying his gun as a precaution, and Sally wondered what they would find.
They weren�t disappointed. It was an armoury. There was a single, concrete
walled room filled with weaponry. On one side, there were assault riffles, grenade
launchers, numerous handguns and many boxes of assorted ammunition. There were
even some old Soviet made
At the end of
the room, Sam saw a lot of large wooden cases, with stencilled markings: �Helicopter,
Sikorsky Drone � Mk4� He had come across these in
�Are we in
danger here, Daddy?� asked Sally, looking at all the barrels. �I mean could
these explode if there was a spark or something?�
�No my
darling,� he replied, �The ingredients have to be mixed in the correct
proportions first. That stuff,� he said, pointing at the propellants, �burns
and burns really fast. You can make rocket fuel with it. You don�t want to be
near it if it catches fire. But it takes more than a spark to set it off. If it
did, this whole building would be ablaze in seconds. Then that,� he said
pointing to the oxidisers, �makes oxygen. Without it a fire won�t burn. With
lots of it, you�ve made a bomb. It will then burn so fast it goes bang, and you
have an explosion. Boom,� he said gleefully.
�So,� she
asked, �if this room caught fire, there wouldn�t be an explosion, but the house
would be destroyed completely?�
�You can
believe it,� he said, �it would make independence day look like a damp squib.
This amount of high grade propellant, would melt steel. All that would be left
of this place would be a hole in the ground. You wouldn�t know a house had
stood here.�
�What about
the surrounding houses?� she asked. �Would they burn too?�
�Probably not.
You see we are now about forty feet below the ground, here. The walls are all
reinforced concrete. The fire would all be directed upwards like a giant blow
torch.� Sam wasn�t sure, but had his suspicions as to why she was showing so
much interest.
�What are
those vest things on the table, there?� She pointed to the suicide devices.
�In the past,
groups like this have duped some idiot into killing themselves by wearing one
and walking into a crowded place and pressing the trigger. In a lot of
countries they still do. In Afghanistan, I once had to shoot a fourteen year
old boy, who was wearing one. We�d warned him, but he was� walking towards a girls� madrasa,
you know, a school. So I had to shoot him. The bomb went off. All we found were
his Nike sneakers. His feet were still in them. The Taliban constantly tried to
close down girls� education over there.�
�This group
here, though, was a family, and I suspect didn�t waste lives of the family if
they could help it.� He picked up one of the vests. �See the wire with a handle
and a red button? This one�s a dead man�s switch. You press it to activate it.
It goes off when you release it. Same as that fourteen year old boy used. These
are not primed though and there�s no explosives in them.�
�Over there,�
he pointed to a shelf �are some very clever devices. Made in Russia�. He put
the vest down and picked up the item he�d indicated. �They are small, fit into
your hand, as you can see. We came across these more and more in Afghanistan.
They have a timer you can set, just by turning this knob here. They have a
magnetic back, so can be fixed to anything ferrous. They also have a sticky
backing. Peel the plastic off and they stick to anything. They even have anti
tamper devices which can be programmed. They are really smart. They are packed
with an explosive charge. It will kill you if you�re in the same room. It will
set off any other explosives within ten feet. So all the terrorist has to do is
set the time, place it over whatever explosives he�s using, put his finger
through this ring and pull this pin out, then just walk away. The timer can be
set for anything from ten seconds to three hours. Clever isn�t it?�
Sam moved to
collect all his belongings. He made sure the briefcase was secure in his
backpack and that it was strapped shut. Everything he�d brought with him was
leaving the building except his semen smeared on the girl upstairs, and Sally
had taken care of that too. Time to leave.
They went up
the first flight of stairs. Sam looked at the open door of the room where Aishah was. �I�d better make sure she�s secure before we
go,� he said. �And if it�s OK with you, I might just have a little fiddle with
her and take some photos for the album.� Sally nodded to him and waved him into
the room. As soon as he was out of sight, she ran downstairs again, grabbed two
of the timing devices, off the shelf, Sam had just shown her, set the dial for
ten minutes, and pulled the rings. Each clicked, and a digital display started
to count down. She placed one on a thick plastic sack of potassium nitrate and
the other she fixed to the metal canister containing aluminium powder. She
picked up another and as she walked upstairs, set it to nine minutes. She
looked through the door where she saw Sam holding his camera with one hand and
prising Aishah�s pussy lips apart with the other. The
girl was writhing in angry outrage again.
Sam stood up
and showed Aishah the little screen, on the back of
his camera, and scrolled through the pictures. He smiled at her as though
sharing some holiday snaps together, her eyes were wide, she still struggled
ineffectively against her bonds. He looked at Sally and said: �You know a
little secret about me?� She shook her head, playing along with his play
acting. �I�ve always had a thing for Jewish girls. Hannah and Naomi really turn
me on. I so love fucking them.� He pointed at Aishah.
�This one on the other hand does nothing for me. It was like fucking a dead
fish. No, Muslim girls are not my thing at all. Still, these photos will look
good on a porn web site I know of. I�ll upload them tomorrow so anyone can look
at them.� They both laughed. Sam left the room and picked up his backpack and
slung it over his shoulder. He knew what was to follow.
Sally walked
back to Aishah. She bent down, their eyes now just
inches apart. �I have a little present for you. My Sam is too kind to kill you,
as you would have done to him or me. I�m not so squeamish.� She held up the
detonation device in front of Aishah�s face. �Know
what this is, fuck head?� The terror in the girl�s eyes was evident now. Sally
pulled the cover off the sticky back, and slapped the pad onto Aishah�s naked belly, and pulled the ring. She then simply
turned on her heel and walked out. She even switched the light out and closed
the door, leaving Aishah to watch the digital display
count down to her death.
As they were
walking down the street, Sam took Sally�s hand. No words were necessary. She�d
had a terrifying ordeal, Sam had saved her and now they were both safe. Sally
had a slight limp from where the electric shocks had caused so much agony, her
vagina would burn for days, but she knew she would want Sam inside her later,
where his cock would soothe her.
�Daddy,� she
asked, looking up at him, and stated, �I never want any secrets between us.�
�No darling,�
he answered, �I think I could tell you anything now. Even more, perhaps than I
might say to Sylvia. Like my secret about Jewish versus Muslim girls; or that
fourteen year old suicide bomber, his whole life before him, making me want to
do something for young people ever since.�
�No,� she
responded, �that�s not really what I meant. It�s just that, well, I�ve done
something, and I don�t know if you will like it.�
�What�s that,
darling,� he squeezed her hand, knowing full well what was coming, �tell me, It
won�t change anything, ever.�
Still walking
along, she handed him the ring and pin from the detonator. It took him a couple
of seconds to recognise the object. He stopped, pulling her up short and
turned, looking at the house, now several hundred yards away. He shrugged and
said �Probably best your way. Tidier anyway. She really was a crap fuck.� In
fact Sam had known exactly what Sally had intended to do. They thought the same
way. He had left her alone intentionally, knowing what she would do. She�d
finally banished Verity�s ghost for ever.
They hailed a
passing London black cab taxi. As the vehicle moved off, there was a quiet wwhooomppfff from the, now, distant house, and a flicker of
intense blue flame, which lit the underside of some low cloud cover. A low
crackling sound could be heard like snapping twigs, as the grenades and
munitions were consumed by the conflagration. The vertical jet of flame had the
ferocity of a small volcano. As they turned the corner passing into the main road
to central London, Blue tinged flames were already reaching hundreds of feet
into the air with massive force, now highlighted by an intensely bright white
glare from the aluminium and magnesium powder. Five minutes later, they saw two
fire engines racing the other way, blue lights flashing, sirens wailing.
They entered
the suite in the hotel, and Sally was glad to rid herself of Aishah�s black Hijab, had a quick
shower and walked naked into the salon and was greeted with enthusiasm by the
assembled girls of The Club. The warmth and friendship enveloped her like a
favourite blanket.
�Oh. Sally,�
said Lizzie, �it�s such a shame you weren�t with us at Harry Potter, it was
fantastic. All the� characters and spells
and things to see. You know the best bit, it was their display of the Incendio Charm, you know that�s the one which makes fire.
It was great.�
�I think,�
replied Sally, �I�ve seen enough fire for one night.� The other girls were
puzzled at why Sam and Sally were laughing so much.
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CHAPTER 86
A Day in the
Country
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Sam had asked
the taxi driver to drop them off at Waterloo Bridge. They, �would walk from
there,� he�d said. He�d pulled the case from the bag, together with his camera
and the disk drives and dropped the rest into the river, which was fast flowing
towards the sea at that time, on the new ebb tide. Nothing in it to identify
him anyway. They�d strolled northwards over the bridge, hand in hand, knowing
they�d done something good for the world, which the world would never know
about.
In the
morning, up at dawn, as usual, he typed up and encrypted his report and
uploaded the photographs he had taken, detailing the potential targets, bomb
and explosive type, delivery method, photos of all the dead terrorists and any
other relevant information, including his possession of the disk drives. A few
seconds later he received an acknowledgement of receipt, which included the
codeword �Broadsword� for when the disk drives were collected. He felt a weight
lift off his shoulders.
Sylvia had an
instinct, a sixth sense. She knew something had happened to Sam and Sally the
previous day. She knew Sam would tell her if and when the time was right. Until
then she kept silent. Sam�s explanation of �I went to see my old friend Sully
in Tottenham Court Road�, fooled no one. She busied herself before the girls
got up. Today they were all going to her father�s house.
Sam, sat back
thinking after he�d filed the report. It was still only six o�clock. As had
happened before, he, like after Morgan and the Thompson Twins had needed
dealing with and after the hijacking attempt, felt really horny. He asked
Sally, who had laid on him tightly all night, and was still so sore, if she
could ask half a dozen of the girls to join him in one of the other bedrooms.
He needed a seriously good, long, hard, fuck. Sally knew what was required, and
shook awake some of the original Club girls. Vicky and Vera, Sandy and Mandy
and Hannah and Lizzie. She quickly explained to them that Sam needed their
help, and he wouldn�t enjoy his day, unless they could play their part and look
after him. She explained she wasn�t feeling too good, and wouldn�t be joining
them.
The six
climbed onto the bed, lay side by side and watched Sam walk towards them. He
had lust in his eyes, anticipation in his face, quickness of movement and
pre-cum dripping from his rock hard erection. He grabbed the legs of the first
in line, who happened to be Sandy. He pushed her feet up and outwards, either
side of her shoulders, and pressed his cock to her pudenda. She reached down,
guided his tip to her entry, and sighed, as he just pushed himself in.
Sandy felt his
foreskin being ripped back as he penetrated her. He felt hot, throbbing, slick
and urgent. She had never fucked him when he�d been so pent up. It gave her a
new thrill, as he bumped into her cervix. Sandy, being the gymnast she was,
soon had her thighs tucked up behind her shoulders, her ankles crossed behind
her head, as Sam rammed into her frantically. She was cuming by his tenth
thrust and sated by the thirtieth. She was disappointed as he pulled out of
her, rolling over onto Vera, penetrating her in the same way. Vera so loved being
fucked these days. She just lived for it and needed Sam in her as much as he
did her. So, she was as happy he was being so hard, so forceful with her, as
she needed it herself.
He worked his
way along the line of girls, spending several minutes in each, feeling their
tight vaginas clamping on his cock as they each came, while he forced himself
into them one by one. When he�d fucked the last, who was Hannah, he got out of
the bed, walked round, and started at the beginning again, letting Sandy have
seconds. He worked his way along the line three times, knowing he was going to
have to cum soon, before he lost control completely. As if by telepathy, Sally
entered the room, smiling, knowing what he wanted. He stood at the side of the
bed, looking across the six girls. As she had done last night, with Aishah before him, Sally cuddled up behind him, wrapped her
arms around him, and started to wank him off. He came on the third stroke, the
first spurt only shooting out a couple of feet. The second shot out in a long,
high arc, landing on Hannah at the far side. He spurted and spurted,
ejaculating over them all, watching them rub his hot semen into their skin as
soon as it splattered over them. It went on and on. They�d never seen him
deliver so much. They had no idea what had caused this, neither did they care
much.
�Well done,�
said Lizzie as he finally stopped, although his dry mini pulses continued,
�that was a score of thirty five!� Sam finally felt sated, and a little
embarrassed. He�d nearly got to the point of hurting them. He shuddered at the
thought. Realising his self consciousness, Sally grabbed his cock, and led him
from the room and into the bathroom for a long soothing soak in the Jacuzzi,
which, after about half an hour, ended up with about fifteen girls sharing it
with them.
After he was
dressed, he checked his phone, finding another WhatsApp from Ellie.
�Hi Sam,� she
started in her usual way, �Wendy came to see me this morning. We hadn�t seen
her for two days. She say�s she�s definitely staying. This time I think I
believe her. She says she�s going to marry the guy. His name is Georgeo Novak. She insists she�s not coming back. He seems
nice enough, so I suppose she�ll be happy. No worse than life in that trailer
back home. They want to start a restaurant together. She�ll cook, he�ll work
out front. She asked if you would take Sally in. Georgeo
doesn�t like kids and she knows Sally will be OK with you. She asks if you
could help them out with the cost of setting up the restaurant. She�ll try and
pay you back if it works out. She says if you are willing to adopt Sally, she
will sign papers.�
Sam went to
his laptop, and signed into his bank account. He made an immediate transfer
into Wendy�s account. Next he messaged Ellie back.
�Thanks for
the information, Ellie. Understood. Well handled on your part. Please tell
Wendy I have transferred $100k to her account today. When the adoption papers
come back signed, I�ll transfer the same again. Tell her it�s a wedding gift
from The Club.�
While they
were eating their breakfast, the grey suited man, Sam recognised as Pemberton,
came to the hotel reception and asked to speak to Sam. He was called from the
dining room. Pemberton explained he was to collect two items for Broadsword.
Sam asked him to wait while he went upstairs to collect them. He was glad to
get them off his hands.
After
breakfast, Sam and Sally set off earlier than the others in the bright, sunny,
autumn morning air, golden leaves now flickering along the pavement in the
gentle breeze. They took a taxi, which the friendly doorman, Joe, had called
for them. Sam needed to deposit the bearer bonds in his bank�s London
correspondent bank. Because of the amount, it was necessary to go to their head
office in Threadneedle Street, at the centre of the City�s
one square mile, where over 10% of the entire country�s G.D.P. was generated.
There were some flickering of eyebrows at the value of the deposit, but with
typical British reserve, no other sign of surprise was expressed.
As they left,
waiting to hail a taxi to take them to the station, where they would meet the
others, Sally took his hand without knowing it. They were as one person, so
close was their bond now.
�Daddy,� she
asked, looking up at him, as the taxi pulled away from the curb, �why didn�t
you bring all that cash and deposit it too?�
�That�s
because it�s not mine,� he replied.
�But I
thought�..� she started, as he interrupted her.
�It�s yours.
After what happened to you last night, I want you to have it. To look after
you. Call it a pension fund, call it what you like, but it�s yours. There�s
something else I have to tell you Sally, but I wanted to tell you when we were
alone�. His tone made her freeze.
�What?� She
asked, fearing something dreadful. Sam explained her mother intended to stay in
Prague and wasn�t coming home. She was getting married. Sally wiped a tear from
her eye and was quiet for a while, before she asked the inevitable question:
�What happens to me, Daddy?�
�Well,� he
said, �you have two choices, as I see it. Would you like to go and live in the
Czech Republic with your mum?� He could see from her expression it was the last
thing she wanted.
�What�s my
other choice, Daddy?�
�Would you
like that to be true?� he asked
�Like what to
be true? She replied, confused.
�That I�d be
your real Daddy, all the time, forever.�
She blinked,
as the impact of what he was saying sank in. �You mean���� She couldn�t bring
herself to say the words.
�Yes my
darling, I�m going to adopt you, if you want. You will be my daughter. You�ll live
with me and Sylvia and Emily and Jenny and one day the twins too. One family.
But only if you want to,� he teased her. �Do you want to think about it for a
while?�
�
He was worried
the taxi driver might think he was some sort of p�dophile,
so enthusiastic was Sally with her show of affection. She was still cuddling
him as they pulled up in the station forecourt.�
The trip
through the northern Home Counties was interesting to The Club girls, as the
suburbs of London gave way to green trees and fields. The Chilterns with their
chalk rolling landscape, merged into the Vale of Aylesbury. They alighted at
the wealthy village of Prince�s Risborough, named
after The Black Prince back in the 13th century, who had owned the place.
Sir Charles
had sent down his gamekeeper, Jimmy Coulsdon to
collect them. Jimmy had worked for the estate for over forty years and, when he
was a boy, had known Charles grandfather. He had a huge white beard and round
body. He was wearing a tweed plus four suit and tie, despite it being a hot
day. Sylvia had never seen him wearing anything else. In the front of the
station forecourt was a large green and yellow
�It�s the
beaters� trailer during the shooting season, for moving them from one drive in
the shoot to the next,� he explained. �As there were so many of you, and the
young things wanting adventure all the time, I thought�..�
��It�s wonderful Jimmy, what a lovely idea,�
said Sylvia, placing her hand reassuringly on his forearm. �How�s Janet,� she
asked after Jimmy�s wife. �Oh, she�s fine, still cooking for Sir Charles. She
can�t wait to see you, now you�re married and all. She�s cooked your favourite,
bread and butter pudding. She�s very proud of you, young man, you know, what
you did in the aircraft,� he said, looking at Sam, �she already thinks of you
as family, looking after her Sylvia, as you did. Begging your pardon Miss., err
Missus.� Sylvia smiled at him again. She knew full well that Jimmy was speaking
of himself, not his wife. When it came to running the shoot, Jimmy did so like
a fearsome sergeant major. But in Sylvia�s presence, he was a little puppy.
Always had been.
The farmhand,
waiting for Jimmy�s signal, started the tractor up and they set off on the five
mile journey to Ponsonby Hall, travelling no more
than twenty five miles per hour. The girls all waved at the passing traffic, as
they overtook the slow vehicle. They entered the estate. Jimmy had arranged for
them to travel across the fields, rather than the roads, so they could see
something of the land. By the time they arrived, all the girls had fallen in
love with Jimmy. He was the epitome of Santa Claus, or a favourite grandfather.
Sir Charles
was waiting for them at the top of the stone staircase in front of the hall,
his arms spread out wide. �Welcome home Sylvia,� he said with great enthusiasm,
�welcome Sam, Hello girls, what a joy to see you all here. Come in, come in. I�m
delighted you all arrived safely, despite Jimmy�s best efforts.� He winked at
his gamekeeper. Sylvia had a wry smile to herself, Father was certainly on top
form today.
They all
trooped into the marble floored hall, designed by Vanbrugh
in 1719. The high ceiling had a Rococo fresco depicting clouds, birds, sunlight
shining down on the onlooker, and many naked cherubs and seraphs, (which
reminded Sam of some of his little girls. Being a painter back then, with naked
little girls as models, couldn�t have been all bad). The whole place was vast,
built in an era long gone, by men who owned people as much as property, and
viewed both in the same light.
They were
shown the Music Room, the State Dining Room, the library which was filled with
thousands of ancient leather bound books and finally the withdrawing room,
furnished with gold and crimson chairs. The walls were lined with dozens of
paintings by the likes of Rembrandt, Joshua Reynolds, William Hogarth, Thomas Gainsborough,
�Come, let us
have luncheon,� suggested Charles, taking his daughter�s arm in his. �Cook has
prepared something special for you all, I understand.�
They trooped
after him back down a long corridor to a huge room with high ceiling and almost
as many paintings as the Drawing Room. In the centre was a long, early Robert
Thompson oak and mahogany table with thirty matching chairs around it, each
adorned with his trade mark carved mouse on the legs.
At this point,
a handsome young man entered. �Ah,� said Sir Charles, �let me introduce you to
George, Sylvia�s brother. George, may I present Sam.� The two shook hands. Sam
warmed to him immediately. �George is currently commissioned in the Blues and
Royals,� continued Sir Charles, �he was away for the wedding, as you know, but
got back just yesterday.�
When they were
seated, Sam couldn�t help noticing George was already having a very animated
conversation with Jasmine. �Now that would be an interesting match,� thought
Sam, smiling to himself. Jasmine waited her moment, and looked at Sam with an
enquiring raised eyebrow. He gave an imperceptible nod, which she acknowledged
in the same way. He learned later that Jasmine broadened George�s private
education in a way he�d never forget. It wasn�t just Sylvia and her mother who
liked little girls in this family.
The
�luncheon�, was a three course affair, little short of a banquet. Why good
cooks insisted on filling their diners� bellies to capacity always puzzled Sam,
who struggled to finish his wonderful pheasant, grouse and partridge casserole,
that had followed a starter of duck liver p�t�, before attempting the next
course, the promised bread and butter pudding and custard, which would have
filled him on it�s own.
Certainly Sam
needed the suggested walk in the grounds afterwards with Sir Charles, while
Sylvia took all the girls, except Jasmine, upstairs to show them her bedroom
and the nursery she had occupied, on the rare occasions she was allowed over
with her mother, as a child. Meanwhile, Jasmine was being shown George�s
bedroom.
�You know,�
started Sir Charles, �when I heard you and Sylvia were getting married, I
objected to myself. Then, I remembered the trials I had with my father over my
choice of wife, all those years ago, and put all such thoughts aside. Since
then, of course, you�ve shown your mettle, young man. I want you to know it�s
an honour to welcome you into the family. What are your prospects, by the way?
I heard you work as a school janitor. I know it�s an imposition these days to
ask such things, but a chap needs to know his daughter is going to be looked
after and not thrown on the streets.�
By way of
answer, Sam took out his IPhone, pressed the banking
app and showed Sir Charles The foundation�s current account balance of well
over $120M. Sir Charles�s jaw dropped open. �Actually,� said Sam, enjoying
himself, �we�ve just deposited another legacy this morning, which will nearly
double that figure.�
Sir Charles
blinked a couple of times, before walking on, now arm in arm with Sam. �Don�t
want to buy an English estate do you?� They both laughed.
�My friend
Charlie called me up a day or so ago,� continued Sir Charles, changing the
subject. �Comes shooting here a couple of times a season. Says he�s seeing you
on Friday. Got some gong or other to give you.� Sam realised Sir Charles, like
so many of the English, always spoke in an understatement. The Charlie he was
talking about must be the Prince of Wales. His form of humour, or just the flipancy of the English gentry. �Mind if I pop along, time
I caught up with him? I�ll try not to get in the way. Bring young George along
too. He was in the same troop as young Harry. They�re decorating a couple of
his chaps on Friday too.�
�It would be a
pleasure,� replied Sam. Both men understood Sir Charles�s silent delight at
having a son-in-law, who was going to receive the highest award for civilian
valour, the country could bestow.
The return
journey was quiet. The girls were all nodding to sleep, as the train made it�s
way through the dark Buckinghamshire countryside. �How did you get on with
Dad?� asked Sylvia. �The two of you were in close confab for a long time,� she
stated.
�Wanted to
know if I�d like to buy the family pile, and tried to tap me up for a loan!�
They grinned at each other. �No, we got on really well. He�s coming down on
Friday for the award. I like him, took to him immediately. I think it was
mutual.�
�Well I can
tell you something,� replied Sylvia, �you�re the first man he�s ever approved
of, where I�m concerned. The way he used to talk in the old days, when sons of
the local gentry came sniffing round me, he would have run them off with a
shotgun. No, you�re OK in his book, I can tell you. Perhaps we could bring The
Club here from time to time in years to come. I think George would especially
appreciate it.� They lapsed into silence, as the train trundled through the
dark, into the suburbs of London, towards Marylebone Station.
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CHAPTER 87
Becky�s
Induction
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�Mummy,� asked
Jenny, �did you really live in that big house when you were little like me?�
Sylvia was a
little taken aback at Jenny using the familiar term, �Mummy�. But then, of
course, she was the girl�s adoptive mother, now she�d married Sam, so it was
only natural she would. �Yes, darling, but only occasionally. My grandfather
didn�t like my mummy, you met her at the wedding, so we didn�t come over much.�
�She was
nice,� said Jenny, �I liked her. She asked if I would let her see my panties.
As she was your mummy, I thought it would be OK, so we went to the ladies
restroom together. Of course when we got there I remembered I wasn�t wearing
panties, but she was kind and didn�t seem to mind and asked if I would show her
under my dress anyway. She looked at me and touched me just like you do, Mummy.
It was alright, wasn�t it?�
�Yes, darling,
of course,� replied Sylvia, �as long as you liked it and always tell me
afterwards if she does it again, OK?�
�Mummy,�
continued Jenny, �Sally told me she�s going to be my big sister. She says she�s
going to live with us, is that right?�
�Yes, darling,
would you like that?� Sam had filled Sylvia in with the details of Ellie�s
messages on the train home the night before.
�Oh yes
Mummy,� she said, without hesitation, �I love Sally so much. She�s always kind
to me. I would like her to be my sister.��
They set off
into a morning bright and clear and sunny, although the autumn nip in the air
hadn�t quite burned off yet. Sam thought a walk would be good. He went outside
into the sunshine before the others came downstairs. He asked Joe where he
would recommend them to walk to take in the sights. Joe pointed out the way,
confirming Sam�s own thoughts.
�Do you mind me
asking you something, Sir?� asked Joe.
�Not at all
Joe,� Sam answered, �what is it?�
�Well Sir,�
continued Joe, �I live in the east end of London, see, and I help run a little
club up there. It�s nothing much, a bit like a youth club, but only for girls,
as all the boys are out with their friends playing football, or down the boxing
club, see? I heard all about you and the hijack and your George Cross. All the
hotel staff are so proud to have you staying here. Anyway, Sir, I was wondering
if your Club might have time to come up to our club and perhaps give a talk to
my girls, you know maybe inspire them to do well at school and make something
of themselves.�
They chatted
for a while. �I will come to your club, Joe, on one condition,� said Sam
looking at him seriously.
�Of course,
Sir,� responded Joe, �what�s that Sir?�
�You stop
calling me fucking Sir!� They both smiled, a bond forming. �What would you like
me to say, Joe? I mean, I�m just an ordinary guy, working in a poor town out
west, what can I say that might inspire your girls?�
�Well,� Joe
went on, �I was thinking perhaps you could just say a few words, about what
happened that night, coming over, then your girls could talk to our girls, you
know, share experiences chat, make friends, become penpals
or whatever kids do these days, Facepage friends or
something. We don�t have any money, Sir, I mean Sam, but our little club really
works, and the kids love coming to it. I just thought if you had the time, it
would mean so much to them.�
�Sure Joe. So
I know how to pitch it, what age group are your kids?�
�Well the
youngest is seven,� went on Joe, �and the oldest twelve. My daughter is eleven
and she�s been in it since I started the club when she was six. We have ten
girls in all. They�re a really lovely group, Sam and you talking to them will
mean so much to them, I know.�
They made a
date for the following Monday evening, which was the regular night their club
met each week. At that point, Sylvia and the girls finally came out of the
hotel. Why it always took females so long to get ready, Sam could simply not
fathom.
There were so
many places they could visit, it was impossible to attempt to see them all. The
afternoon was planned, but the morning was flexible. The first thing which
struck them all was just how beautiful the architecture on all the individual
buildings was. They passed the famous St. Martins-in-the-Fields church on their
right, as they entered Trafalgar Square. In the centre, the column with
On the north
side of the Square, is the National Gallery and contains over 2,300 works of
art. Sam thought a short visit would be nice, so they entered. However, as the
newest painting is over a hundred years old, and some of the girls were clearly
uninterested, they decided to move on. Sam had seen what he�d always hoped to
see. They were his three favourite pictures. The Hay Wain
by Constable, Sunflowers by Van gogh and the Fighting
Temeraire by Turner.
Outside again
they walked across the Square passed Admiralty Arch to the top of the Mall and
saw, in the distance, down the avenue of trees on either side, Buckingham
Palace, where they would come the following day for the award ceremony. Looking
at his watch, Sam decided it was time to get down to the river. They walked to
a nearby taxi rank and piled into a small fleet of taxi�s which took them all
down to the Embankment. There, they walked down to the landing stage and caught
a river bus down to Bankside Pier, on the South Bank,
directly in front of Shakespeare�s Globe Theatre.
Sam had
struggled to get the extra tickets after the new Club girls had arrived the
previous week, but he�d managed it. They were going to see �The Taming of the
Shrew�. Sam thought it very appropriate and he kept joking to the girls that
they might learn a lesson or two. It was two hours before the performance, so
they walked up through the Borough
�
Next to the
Globe is a large Pizza Express, where they had lunch upstairs, overlooking the
nearby river, before going into the beautiful and accurate, full sized, replica
of the Globe, built on the original site. They had to sit on hard wooden
benches, and looking up at the open roof, hoped it wouldn�t rain. The
performance was a great success, and even though much of the language was now
archaic, the girls loved the atmosphere and the interaction between the
performers and audience, which was hilarious at times. In one part, they conned
Sarah into coming up on stage for a bit of foolery. She rose to the occasion
and in a minute or two the whole house was in an uproar of laughter. Sam
wondered if her future might lie on the stage.
It was late
afternoon when they left and walked on east along the South Bank. They only had
a short distance to walk, before they arrived at the foot of The Shard
building. As soon as she realized where they were, Becky became very excited.
�Are we, are
we going up, Daddy?� she stuttered. �Is it my induction?� When he nodded, she giggled
and hugged the closest girls to her. She was just so thrilled it was her turn,
at last.
�We won�t use
the Shangri-La hotel, Becky,� he chuckled, �one of their rooms costs over
�14,000 per night. No I think we�ll get to the top, shall we?� He had a very
high regard for Becky. She was highly intelligent, and he suspected would take
over as Head Girl when Sally moved on. She was very popular with the other
girls, which would be important to them, very pretty, which was important to
him, with light brown, almost blond hair, and deep brown eyes.
They went up
to the viewing platform towards the top of the 95 storey tower, just as the sun
was setting. They spent a long time, with the other tourists, watching, as the
city turned gold, then red then twinkled, lights replacing sunlight. Below
them, like a model, they could see all the famous sights of the city they had
heard of and seen on TV. Tower Bridge, behind which was the Tower itself, St.
Paul�s cathedral, several miles of the river as it meandered like a serpent
through the ancient city.
There was a
security man near the entrance to the elevator they had come up in. Sam walked
over and got chatting with him. He was ex-army and they talked briefly about
his service in Iraq. The man suddenly recognised Sam. �You�re the bloke wot was in that plane, arntcha?�
�Guilty as
charged,� chuckled Sam, �can�t go anywhere now without being asked for an
autograph! What�s your name?�
�Me monica�s Barney, but me mates call me Barn. Arntcha goin� to Buck House tomorra, ya know, to see the
Queen?� he asked.
�Yes and no,
Barn,� answered Sam, smiling at the ex soldier�s awful mangling of his own
language. �I�m going to the palace, but it�s Prince Charles doing the honours
this time.�
�Well, I�m roight pleased to �av metcha. Give me best to �is Nibbs,�
said Barney.
�Barn,� asked
Sam in a conspiratorial manner, �do you mind if I ask you something you know a
favour. One veteran to another?�
�No mate,�
came his reply, puffed up with being associated with a decorated hero, �go on,
name it.�
�My girls,� he
waved his hand along the line of innocent looking pre-teens, all playing along
now, smiling up at the Londoner. Butter wouldn�t melt in the mouth, �have all
come from broken homes, no money, crime, drugs. Usual story. We scraped enough
together to get them here and people have been so kind.� Sam was laying it on
thick now, enjoying himself. �Where ever we go, we try to give them something
extra. I heard there is a top deck viewing platform,� he looked meaningfully
upwards. �Do you think there�s any way we could take them up there?�
�Oi don� see why not. Oim orf dooty soon, mate,� Barney
said, looking from side to side, as if his boss might be there, listening,
�tell you wot, when I goes orf,
I�ll take you up. Ya needs tha�
code to use the lift to go up there. It�s
Sam slipped
Barney a twenty Pound note into his top pocket. �Have a drink on me, Barn. Us
old soldiers have to look out for one another.�
A few minutes
later, Barney nodded to Sam. The coast was clear. They all entered an elevator
separate from the others. It was small, and they only just all got in. Sylvia
decided to have a little fun, and whispered to Sally, who nodded and passed the
word. Sylvia faced Barney, and as the last of the girls pressed into the tight
space, they all pushed towards that corner, pushing them together. Sylvia�s
large, braless, breasts were pressed hard against Barney�s chest, his back
against the wall. He didn�t know what to do, or where to look. He blushed, but
it was obvious he enjoyed the ride, another twenty floors up to the very top of
the tower, where they all tumbled out. Barney was quite flustered as he pressed
the button to descend and muttered something they didn�t quite catch as the
doors closed, taking him home to his lonely bed and dreams of Sylvia�s breasts.
There was a
small set of stairs, going up one flight. There, they found themselves in the
centre of a box of a room. It was perhaps only twenty foot square. There were
glass walls and ceiling. The glass was all made with a light reflective silver
coating modern city buildings all have today. The view below had been stunning,
but up here it was spectacular. Nothing impeded the panorama in any direction.
Sam took care not to look down, and remained close to the stairs. The lights of
the city were now glowing in reds, yellow and white. Unreadable advertising
displays flashed in the distance, selling unknown products, without which their
shallow lives would be incomplete. The moon had now risen, a full moon, which
cast a silvery glow to the rippling river below and the high office blocks
beyond.
Sam saw that
the indicator above the elevator door had remained unchanged for several
minutes. He walked over and pressed the button, to summon it back up. The chime
tinged, the door opened, no one inside. He pulled off his shoes and used them
to stop the doors closing. They wouldn�t be disturbed. He pressed the light
switch, plunging the room into a darkness, now only lit by the reflected lights
across the ceiling by the twinkling of the city below and the floor by the moon
above. No one outside would be able to see into their sanctum now.
�OK girls, you
know what to do,� he instructed.�
Earlier, Sam had asked Becky and then briefed them on what to do. She
had said: �I want to feel I am flying in the air when I�m inducted Daddy. I
want to be held off the floor, in the highest place in the whole city. My arms
outstretched, my friends all holding me. Like I am a bird in flight, free to
roam where ever I please,� she said.
Quickly, they
all dropped their clothes onto the floor in the centre. The naked girls,
standing in a circle had an eerie glow of the moon washing their bodies,
highlighted by the glass ceiling reflecting reds and greens and yellows from
the streets below. Sally in particular glistened silver, her silver hair and
pubes sparkling again, like she had the night of her induction. She seemed more
alive tonight than the other girls could remember her ever being before. As if
her soul had been released, unbound by some unknown force. Her silent authority
as their head girl somehow stronger now. They had all sensed it throughout the
day.
Becky stepped
forward into the centre, and lay face down on the pile of clothing, her slim,
naked body spread eagled, arms out straight, legs parted in a straight line
splits only little girls can manage. The other girls moved into her, and
placing their hands under legs, arms and torso, gently lifted her up. Sylvia
knelt between her legs, and started to caress and kiss Becky�s pudenda, trying
to stimulate the child, arouse her. It was a waste of time, Becky was already
so aroused, she was beside herself with need. She wanted her Daddy and she
wanted him in her now. Sylvia could see and taste the fluid now pouring from
the ten year old in a thick creamy viscous flow. Her labia were swollen,
flushed red with her need. Sylvia stood and nodded to Sam, no words necessary.
Sam moved
between her thighs. He placed his palms down on her small buttocks, and curled
his fingers towards her bum crack, and pulling upwards and outwards, watched as
her rosebud and beneath it her vagina peeled open, their little tunnels a dark
passage of lust disappearing into her. He nudged his cock into her anus several
times, watching his pre-cum dripping into her, making her slick, the strands of
his pre-cum looking like shiny spiders� webs.
He then pushed
his cock down over her perineum and into her entry. Every eye in the room
watching as it inched down, pressing against her soft hairless skin, loads of
pre-cum oozing each side of his crown as it ploughed into her cleft. She had
been so tight that first time when he bust her cherry in her sleep, but she had
slept right through it. Amazing. Ever since, though, she had enjoyed fucking
Sam, in her turn, every couple of days. And now it was her induction. Such
wonderful feelings were coursing through her now. This was the best one of all.
This was her rebirth, her zenith, her induction.
She had cum
when Hon-Syl had licked her clit so nicely. She had not needed any stimulation,
so when she had touched her with the tip of her tongue, she went off like a
rocket. Daddy had pressed his cock to her bum. Oh! Did it feel good. She looked
ahead across the light speckled city. She felt that this was the best moment of
her life. Then it suddenly got better. Daddy slipped his lovely, long, warm
cock further down to her pussy, and in moments was sinking into her. She could
feel her passage peeling open as his cock penetrated her, deeper, deeper, oh
yes, please deeper. Then he bumped into that special spot, that itch, which
wanted scratching deep inside and he bumped it again, sending wonderful sparks
of nice tingles shooting through her tummy. Oh again please. Bump, oh yes, and
again and again.
Becky had not
had an easy life. Her father had spent many short stays in prison. When he
wasn�t there, he was either in a bar, or beating her mum up. Becky had been hit
many times by the drunk, until eventually her mum had left him, taking Becky
and her little brother with her. They�d moved across the State, and she�d been
enrolled into the only school that would have her. She�d worked hard in class,
and slowly got reasonable grades, but well short of her potential. They�d got
no money, so she was never able to go to places or have nice things. It was all
her mum could do to put food on the table. Then she�d heard about The Club, run
by the school janitor. She�d made quiet enquiries and understood what they did
and how they helped girls get on. But Becky was bright, and in her mind, she�d
worked out that it didn�t all add up. Why would someone like Sam spend all that
time and money on a bunch of young girls, when he himself was in a low paid
job, scraping by.
She�d kept her
ear to the ground, she was observant, observed who went in and out of Sam�s
workshop. She�d watched and had seen Sandy and Mandy, the two gymnasts, go in
every day, in their free afternoon period, through the summer. She didn�t know
they were there for �their extra tuition�, but Becky wasn�t stupid. She started
to put two and two together and worked it out. She�d seen how they were
giggling together as they left each afternoon. She knew The Club would give her
some really nice benefits, opportunities and financial security. A couple of
nights, after school, she hung around and watched The Club girls all go into
the workshop. She�d listened at the door and heard some stuff. She decided that
if Sam wanted to have her body in return for joining, then that was a fair
price to pay for what she got in return. She�d spoken to Ellie and asked about
The Club, and how she could join, so by the time the auditions came along,
Ellie already had her name in mind. She was watching closely what happened that
first audition night. She�d seen Sarah leave the room with Sam, and how she�d
giggled with Alice when she came back later, how Alice had thought she wasn�t
noticed, as she put her hand between Sarah�s legs, and looked at her fingers
afterwards.
She�d even
been listening at Alice�s bedroom door after Sam went into her room. She�d seen
Alice staring into her mirror, naked, waiting for Sam to pass by. Her purpose
so obvious. So later, when they were back watching the movie, particularly with
what Sylvia had got them all to wear, it was easy to put on a show for him,
hook him and reel him in. No, she liked The Club and it�s members. She had
worked hard to join and had no regrets. She especially loved being fucked by
Sam, her new Daddy, and now the crowning moment had arrived, her induction.
The Club girls
had seen many inductions now and always enjoyed them. They were a special time
for them all. It increased their love for one another, their sisterhood grew in
strength and depth. They all wanted the inductee to have the best time of her
life and Becky certainly was. Most of them became very aroused at the same
time. They could feel Becky�s soft, ten year old, warm body, as they all held
her up on their upturned palms. She was quivering, shaking, cuming. Her light
brown almost blond hair shivering in the silvery moonlight. Her brown eyes
screwed up as her orgasm swept over her, again and again. The feelings of
ecstasy almost overwhelming her, as her climax increased every thrust Daddy made
against her deepest part.
Then it got
even better. Becky could feel Daddy slide his hand over her bum, exploring, his
fingers running down the valley leading to her bum. She felt him press his
finger gently against her, �Oh yes,� she thought, �please yes.� Her rosebud was
so coated in pre-cum, his finger slipped into her with no resistance at all. In
moments, he was two knuckles deep, feeling the buttery passage of her rectum
open up to his intrusion, welcoming him in. She could now feel his cock and finger
pressing against each other, with only her membrane between the two separating
them. If she died right now she knew this would be the highlight of her life.
Her induction, her cuming of age.
Sam knew that
Becky was highly intelligent. He knew she had worked her way into The Club
through a little intrigue, spying and intuition.� His hidden camera watching her outside the
workshop had recorded her movements. Ellie had also told him as much and about
her enquiries. But he liked her, and liked her inquisitive mind and her
determination to join. She was popular with the other girls and he did so love
cuming in her. She felt wonderful on his cock, he�d never tire of her. And cum
he did. Blast after blast, deep into the ten year old. She was calling out �Daddy,
oh Daddy,� over and over. He was calling his �Oh
In the well
practiced way, Sam pulled out of the child as Sylvia slid underneath her. The
girls lowered Becky down, so Hon-Syl could get her mouth up to Becky�s pussy,
to suck her dry. Becky started to cum again. It was just so erotic, so nice, so
special.
A few minutes
later, the girls were all standing in a circle around Sam and Becky, as he
clipped on the coveted choker about her neck. He kissed her. It was a long
lingering kiss, their tongues intertwined, his hands caressing her bottom
sensuously. The girls couldn�t help but notice Daddy�s flaccid cock was half
erect by the time the kiss ended. She cleared her throat and recited the
familiar promise.
�As it is my
induction,� said Becky in a clear, firm toned voice, �I would like to pledge to
you all, I will always follow all five of The Club rules. Also, Daddy, thank
you for making my induction so very special. I will treasure the memory all my
life. And thank you for my lovely necklace.�
A few minutes
later, they walked out of the Shard onto the street, and walked the few yards
to the South Bank, where they found a taxi rank for the trip back to the hotel.
In the taxi with Sam, Sally and Sylvia were Sarah and Alice. They were now the
only two Club girls he�d not inducted. He�d fucked them both many times now,
but they didn�t wear the choker, so coveted by all the girls.
�Well, how did
you enjoy your day in London?� asked Sam. �What was your favourite bit girls?�
Oh,� said
Sarah, �I liked Shakespeare�s Globe. The Taming of the Shrew was so funny,
especially when they got me up onto the stage. You know, Daddy, it felt like I
belonged there. I liked Katherina and how she
resisted Petruchio but then she became the wife he
desired so much. Daddy, can I make a wish?�
There was
silence in the taxi, as Sam nodded, before Sarah said: �Daddy, could you help
me become an actress? I think I would like to be on stage. Would you?�
�Sarah,�
replied Sam, �when we get home, we�ll send you for an audition in an acting
school. There are many of them like the Tisch School
and Yale School of Drama or even the New York Conservatory for Dramatic Arts.
But yes, if that�s what you want to do, then that�s fine by me. We�ll look into
it when we get home, OK? What about you, Alice, you�re very quiet, how was your
day?�
�Oh, Daddy,
I�ve had such a wonderful time today, seen so many things and done such a lot.
Becky�s induction got me thinking though.�
�How do you
mean, Alice?� he asked.
�Well, all the
girls have done something special for their induction, and I really want to be
inducted, but couldn�t think what to do. Becky�s was so special, I couldn�t
beat that! Then I had an idea.�
�What�s that
Alice?�
�Well,� she
said, looking a little coy, �you know you�re getting your medal tomorrow, in
Buckingham Palace, could I be inducted there?�
Sam rolled his
eyes. He�d been handed some challenges in his time, but this one really took
some thought.
�I don�t
know,� he said doubtfully. �I don�t know the building, the layout, where we
could go. I don�t want to disappoint you, Alice. How about this. When we�re
there, we�ll look around, see what could be done. But if it isn�t possible,
then we won�t be able manage it. Let�s see when we get there. Fair enough?�
�Fair enough,�
she echoed. She smiled to herself. She knew Daddy had never failed in a
challenge yet. She was certain he would give her the induction she desired. Sam
was not so sure.
He glanced to
his other side. �How about you, Sarah,� he asked, �have you thought about your
induction yet?�
�Oh, yes,
Daddy, I know what I want,�� she looked
dreamily at him. �I would like to be inducted on the flight home, if that�s
possible.�
��Yes,� said Sam, relieved it was something far
simpler than Alice�s request, �I think we can manage that.�
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CHAPTER 88
They�re
Changing the Guard at Buckingham Palace
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That evening,
back at the hotel was relatively peaceful. They had a light meal in the bistro
restaurant next to the bar, before retiring up to their suite. That morning,
Sam had sent his uniform to the hotel laundry to be dry cleaned and pressed.
His shoes were shining, ready. Ambassador Beagle had called to say he was
coming over for the ceremony and would lend him his medals again for the event.
Brigitte Macron was accompanying him. They were due to meet the British Foreign
Secretary, Emmerson, about the Middle East peace
plan. The London Ambassador would also be joining them, and wished to meet Sam.
They arranged to have a working breakfast at the hotel.
The news came
on at ten o�clock and after a couple of headline items, there was a piece about
a mystery fire in Finchley, north London, in which a house had been totally
consumed. It was not known whether or not there was anyone in the building at
the time. Police and fire investigators had sifted the debris and had only
discovered fine ash containing microscopic metal particles. No bodies, or any
human remains, had been found. Arson hadn�t been ruled out, nor had a gas leak,
but the fire had been so intense, the presence of combustible materials inside
was being considered. It was understood, that the house had previously been
occupied by persons known to the police.
As he watched
the item, his cock swelled, making Nancy clamp down on him. She was so enjoying
her turn on Daddy�s lap, his crown pushing against her itchy cervix, making her
feel so good. Either side of them was Karen, now forgiven her previous
misdemeanour, who seemed so keen to please him, and Amber. Both had his fingers
pushed far up inside them, gently massaging their sensitive spots, making them
aroused, knowing it wouldn�t be long before they too were cuming like Nancy had
been for a while.
Someone
started humming a familiar tune. It was little Alice, then she started to sing:
�They�re changing the guard at Buckingham Palace,� sung Alice, giggling,
reciting the childrens� rhyme. �Christopher
Sam leaned forward
and whispered in Nancy�s ear. �I�m nearly there, Poppet. Want to try something
new?� She turned her head a few inches and nodded, a half smile forming.
�Let�s see if
I can cum in you without anyone else knowing, shall we?�
Sam leaned
back again, and felt Nancy�s pussy clamping harder on him. She was aroused even
more at the idea. Karen and Amber too somehow felt nicer, wetter, tighter more
sexy, more desirable. Sam knew it was coming, his scrotum tightened, his cock
swelled, and suddenly he was cuming. Spurt after spurt, pulse after pulse he
squirted into her. She took a deep breath, but apart from that, she made no
sound or movement to give the game away.
He glanced
around the room. No one had noticed. No one that is until his eyes met Sally�s
in her usual chair opposite from him. She had her heels tucked up to her
bottom, her hands holding her knees back against her shoulders. She was staring
starry eyed at him. She knew she would have all night with him, all to herself.
As he looked down her body, he could see her vagina, wet and reddened, partly
from last night�s torture and partly because she was now so aroused. What
really caught his eye, though, was her passage was opening and closing again
winking, as she climaxed with him. They smiled warmly at each other, both
knowing exactly what the other was thinking and feeling.
Sam was up at
dawn as usual. He�d checked his e-mail. An encrypted message had come in from
Langley. A few questions about the Finchley house, and confirmation of a few
minor details, such as weapons found, volume and type of explosives, numbers
and ages of terrorists, and structure of the building below ground. There was
an unusual foot note to him from the Director of National Intelligence. He was
cleared to discuss the �Finchley affair�, as it had been termed, with the two
ambassadors, the Foreign Secretary and Mme. Macron during their meeting. He
replied and signed off.
It was some
hours before they needed to set off for the palace, so he browsed through the
photos of Aishah in his camera for a while and
uploaded them to his secure web site, before deleting them from the camera. He
thought about how Sally had taken her torture and how she had dealt with the
after affects in such a mature way. He knew she had murdered Aishah, but at the same time had purged the whole affair
from her mind, as if it had never happened. It no longer worried her, was
consigned to history. She was extraordinary.
He was still
paging through the last of Asisha�s pictures, when
little Nancy came out of the bedroom, her fist screwing into a sleepy eye.
�Hello
darling,� he welcomed her, �how are you today?�
She smiled at
him, unaware before that he had been there. �I need to go to the bathroom,� she
stated.
�Why didn�t
you use the en-suite,� he asked reasonably, �it�s much closer.�
�I need to
poop,� she answered, �mine are smelly and the other girls might not like it. Gotta go.� She skipped to the door at the far end. Sam
closed down his laptop, and put it away. He heard the cistern flush and the water
running in the sink as she washed her hands.
�Watcha doing, Daddy?� she asked, on her return, moving to
sit on his lap, finding his cock harder than she�d expected.
�I was just
checking my e-mails, darling,� he replied, as he cuddled her naked body into
his chest. �How�s your dilation treatment going?� he asked, moving his finger
down to her pussy.
�Really good,�
she said enthusiastically, moving her knees further apart so he could feel her,
�Rosie has helped me every day and I�m getting bigger. I can almost put the
smallest vibrator in now. Wanna see?� Before he could
answer, she�d wriggled off his lap and in a few seconds returned with one of
the smallest pink toys, and a tube of KY.
She climbed
onto his lap again, but this time facing him. She leaned back, and lifting her
legs, rested her calves on his shoulders. In a well practiced way, she squirted
a little jelly on the toy, and inserted the end carefully into her vagina
entry. Sam could already see it wasn�t as tight, as clamped up as last time he
inspected her closely. She was recovering quickly. When she was signed off by
the doctor, he looked forward to fucking her properly. He loved eight year
olds.
Nancy rolled
the tip back and forth and up and down. She pressed in gently and eased back, pressed
and eased. He watched as her clitty engorged, her labia darkened with her
arousal.
�Would you
like me to do it, Nancy?� Sam asked, getting aroused now himself.
�Yes please
Daddy, would you?� She handed him the little pink toy, still vibrating quietly.
He placed the
tip to her entry again, and applied a gentle pressure. But instead of easing
off, he held it there, then slowly rotated it back and forth. As he did, he
could see it slowly sink into her, just a tiny fraction, and then again. Then
suddenly, it slid into the child little by little, all the way in. She�d done
it! She beamed a bright smile up at him.
�Thank you
Daddy,� she gasped, �you don�t know how much that means to me.�
Sam went to
pull it back out, but she clamped her hand over his. �No, please leave it,
Daddy. The doctor told me when the dilators are in, I have to leave them still
for fifteen minutes, while I adjust. Did you want to play with my bottom
again?� she asked. �I like it when you do it there. I did a big pooh. There�s no
more in there.�
Sam nodded,
smiling. He enjoyed her pragmatic approach. He got out of the chair, and
carried Nancy, still clinging to his chest, over to the settee and sat down,
leaning against an arm rest, his legs along the seat. Lifting his knees, as he
slid his feet towards him, he raised
Grabbing his
cock, he now slowly let her slide down his thighs, while he lined it up on her
bottom. He nudged into her, she took a sharp breath, before allowing herself to
slide a little further, adding pressure. She was still very tight in her bum.
Sam had only buggered her half a dozen times, so far, and although she was
easier to penetrate now than during her induction, it was still a slow process,
not to be rushed. One of Sam�s little quirks was sodomy, which only a few of
his girls knew about, or so he thought. In fact, of course, they all knew. All
his girls wanted to please him, and talked to each other constantly about how
to do so.
He then felt
her sphincter relax, and he popped through it, slipping an inch or so into her
bum. She immediately lowered herself, sinking down his cock, until she was
fully impaled on his six and a half inch �one eyed warrior�. Her weight now
resting on his pubis. Neither of them moved for a while, letting the vibrations
from the toy sweep through them both.��
Sam could feel
the tell tale signs. A combination of his cock up her ass and the vibrator, was
having it�s effect on the eight year old, and he knew she was rising quickly.
Still she never moved, letting the vibrations do the work. Then suddenly she
came. She screwed her eyes up, clenched her fists into tight balls and held her
breath, before suddenly gasping out her lungs and taking another deep breath
and another. She was snorting through her nose, a runnel of snot dribbled down
one side unnoticed by either of them. Sam felt himself rising, but wanted to
hold off just a few more moments, building the anticipation. Then he too came,
blasting into her bowels, making her eyes open wide in surprise for a second,
before screwing up closed again. He spurted a massive load into her, his
pleasure almost overwhelming, so good, so nice. Again and again he pulsed into
the child, until at last it ended, his mini pulses finally faded away.
He heard a
loud cheer of many voices from the master bedroom. �Well done,
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CHAPTER 89
The George
Cross
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Sam was in his
dress uniform by 7:30am. He had intended to change into his uniform just before
leaving for the palace, but Nancy had used up that spare time in a very
pleasant way. He left his suite and went down to the restaurant. Sylvia and
Sally were organising the girls, before taking them down for their own
breakfast later. He had only been seated for five minutes, reading the Daily
Telegraph newspaper and drinking a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, when
he heard the familiar� gravely voice of
Ambassador Beagle talking to another man, who, it turned out was Richard Simmerson,� the U.S.
Ambassador to the Court of St. James�s. Simmerson,
like Beagle, was ex-military, and had made the rank of four star general,
latterly in the Pentagon, before being offered the plum position he now held,
the most cherished diplomatic posting in the world, U.S. Ambassador to London.
With them was a tall thin man in an expensive light grey Saville
Row suit, who Sam had seen on T.V. a few times. He was Richard Williams,
Conservative MP for Ryedale and the current Foreign Secretary.
Few men could
crush Sam�s hand in a handshake, but the general had a pretty good try, smiling
when Sam reciprocated. The two hadn�t spoken a word yet, but hit it off
immediately. A few minutes later, after saying hello to Sylvia and the girls,
Brigitte Macron joined them, and the meeting began in earnest. Sam noticed
Pierre had escorted the President�s wife, and was now sitting with Sylvia. She
spoke very little French, and he almost no English, and yet they seemed to be
talking animatedly.
�Well, young
man, big day for you, again,� began Beagle, as he slid a small package across
the table to Sam, who realised it contained the Ambassador�s medals he was to
wear again today. �Big day for us too,� he added, indicating himself and Simmerson. �Can�t go into a lot of detail, but your little
show in Finchley didn�t do us any harm at all in the Brits� security people�s
eyes,� he said, glancing at Williams, who nodded discreetly. �Done them a big
favour. Those two disk drives contained a goldmine of info the spy guys are
going to be working on what they�ve got for months. Keep �em
happy and out of our hair. They asked me to pass on their thanks to you. Taken
a load off their minds. As far as they�re concerned,� he continued, �if you
didn�t deserve the medal you�re getting today before, you do now. And I agree
with them. Well done my boy.�
�Yeah,�
interjected Simmerson, �As the Brits would say, we�ve
been on a sticky wicket for a while in the talks. You�ve busted the log jam,
Sam. There had been some who felt appeasement was the way through to Tehran,
lift sanctions, that kind of crap, worrying that if we stuck our necks out,
antagonised the bastards, we�d just get another Charlie Hebdo,�
he said, referring to the three days of terror in Paris, in January 2015.
Brigitte nodded vigorously in agreement. A friend of hers had worked nearby.
�The Brits had that Westminster bridge attack and after that, the one in Borough
Williams
leaned across the table, and put his hand on Sam�s forearm. �If ever I can be
of help, young man, just let me know.
�We already
met him,� interrupted Sam, �he collected the two disk drives here yesterday and
was at St. Pancras when we arrived from Paris and handed me the invitation.�
�Of course you
did. Just so,� continued Williams. �He works in the diplomatic corps, based
full time in the Palace, mostly meeting and entertaining foreign dignitaries.
Well, he will give you the full tour of the Palace. Rooms the public never see.
The Queen�s in Sandringham at the moment, so other
than staff, no one is in residence. Your girls might find it interesting, I do
hope so. We�ve laid on lunch for you too. I understand your wife�s brother and
their father Sir Charles are both joining you. Went to school with Sir Charles.
Good cricketer. Well bring them all along, please do.�
Beagle changed
the tone of the conversation. �As you know, we�ve been having talks with the G7
over the last month, behind the scenes, and we hope to be able to conclude
something soon. You mentioned in Paris some good points. As I recall it was a
combination of �put the squeeze on the bastards,� sanctions, that sort of
thing, and �Follow the money�, right?� Sam nodded. �Well we agree with you, and
are going to strengthen the C.I.A. department that follows the money. It will
take some doing, because if we can follow the money flow from Tehran, or Riyadh
into the pockets of any radical group, then we can also follow money flowing
from, say Moscow, to some political group in the West trying to fix an
election. No names mentioned, of course.� Sam nodded knowing who he was
probably referring to. �So we have a political battle to fight over that one.
We are also advocating forcing the mega rich to explain where wealth
originated, if held in a G7 country. The Ruskies
might not like that.� He chortled. �In the meantime, those two disk drives have
already revealed a financial digital paper trail leading directly to some very
wealthy people and governments around the Middle East. There are lots of red
faces there right now, caught red handed, you might say. Already we�re getting
signals they want to talk.�
The
conversation moved on. Sam offered some thoughts, and noticed Beagle made some
notes from time to time. Having spent so long in theatres of war, and knowing
in the end, all wars have to end with negotiation, he dearly hoped some good
would come from the efforts of these people, who he truly felt and hoped had
the benefit of humanity in mind, not national or personal gain.
In closing,
Sam said: �You have a choice between appeasement and taking decisive action
against people you know fight dirty and without rules or compassion. I found in
combat, if you do nothing, you lose. If you dither, you lose. If you take the
offensive, you might lose, but it�s the only way you�ll ever have a chance of
winning. I think it was Churchill who once said: �An appeaser is one who feeds
a crocodile, hoping it will eat him last.� Well, he summed it up. In my book,
don�t feed the crocodile.�
�You sure you
don�t want that job, boy?� asked Simmerson, smiling.
�I�m sure glad to have met you, son. You�ve reinforced my resolve more than you
can know, against some of them lily livered liberal politicians and
journalists, begging your pardon minister,� he said, nodding to Williams, who
also waived away any implied affront, which he knew was unintended anyway.
The meeting
soon closed. The three men rose, leaving Brigitte with her croissant and
coffee, and Sam spreading a slice of toast. �Monsieur Sam,� said Brigitte,
�please do not be offended if I speak my mind.� He nodded, taking a bite,
enjoying the taste of the thick cut English marmalade. �You do not understand
the effect you have on people,� she continued. �You have a way of saying what
you think, based on experience. You make it sound simple, as if people should
have thought of it before. You are very persuasive. Be careful, Sam, the
Ambassadors and Monsieur Williams and I, like you, and agree with you. But,
have caution, when you speak in such an unguarded way. Not everyone will agree,
and some may become enemies. Enemies may start to dig into your personal life.
Believe me, in politics we are used to such things. Everyone has secrets we
don�t want revealing. You too I think, n'est-ce pas?�
Sam blinked in surprise. He wondered what was behind the comment. �Don�t worry,
Sam,� she said, placing her hand reassuringly on his arm, �your secret is safe
with me, I like your girls too, especially Sally. You have done so much good
for them. Just be careful.� She left leaving Sam to mull over her words, as she
briefly spoke again to Sylvia, before departing with Pierre.
They arrived
at the Palace, at nine thirty, in a convoy of black Daimler limousines. The
gates were open, and a cordon of police held back the large crowd of tourists
always waiting each morning to watch the changing of the guard at eleven
o�clock. Passing through the archway in the front fa�ade, beneath the world
famous balcony, they entered the large quadrangle beyond, where the vehicles
pulled up, under a broad portico in front of the main entrance. They were all
shown into the long red carpeted hallway, leading through the building to the
Ballroom, in the west block, overlooking the gardens, where they found all the other
dignitaries and their families, being honoured today.
Occupying the
large central window opening, was a group of about ten or twelve men, several
of whom Sam recognised. Simmerson, Beagle and
Williams amongst them. They were talking to Sir Charles Ponsonby-Smyth
and George. On the other side of the room, Brigitte broke away from a small
group of ladies and came over to greet Sylvia with a Gallic kiss on each cheek,
immediately embracing Sally in a similar manner. All the girls, dressed in
their long Club formal skirts and jackets, looked beautiful. Sylvia had
arranged for a team of hairdressers and beauticians to come to their suite
earlier, to make the beautiful girls even more so.
Sam shook
hands with his father-in-law and George, today in his own uniform, who
introduced him to a couple of men from his own troop, who were also receiving
military honours. The group were talking shop for a few minutes, before a
master of ceremonies called everyone to order, asking one and all to take their
seats. The Club girls with Sam, Sylvia, her family, Brigitte and the
Ambassadors, took up the whole of the front row. The Prince entered, and said a
few words, attempting to dispel any nerves, and to put everyone at their ease.
The awards were made quickly and efficiently, each being called in order. Sam
noticed the first recipients were seated at the back, mainly O.B.E.�s and C.B.E.�s to civil
servants and voluntary and charity workers being honoured for their services.
Next came a
couple of knighthoods and a peerage, then the military awards a D.F.C., a
Military Cross and finally Sam�s name was called. He was surprised, when the
Master of Ceremonies correctly pronounced his surname. Sam walked to the front,
and standing a step lower than the Prince, enjoyed the brief conversation they
had, as the George Cross was pinned alongside the Medal of Honor
and two Silver Stars, above The Legion of honour. Sam glanced down at the
silver cross, hanging from it�s dark blue ribbon. The words �For Gallantry�
moulded across it.
�I do enjoy
awarding medals for valour,� said the Prince. �Chance for a chat. I understand
my friend, Sir Charles is your new father-in-law. Congratulations on your
marriage, by the way. Perhaps we�ll see you at one of his shoot days.� He
looked conspiratorially around, as if worried about being overheard, which Sam
found amusing considering there were over two hundred people in the room trying
to listen to the almost whispered conversation. �Do you like the Kinks, by the
way? Late sixties rock band.� Sam nodded. Wondering at the strange
out-of-context question. They were a band he did enjoy. �A line in their song
�The Village Green Preservation Society�,� continued the Prince, �goes �God
save the George Cross and all those who were awarded them�. I agree. Well done,
my boy. I understand you�ve done more for us than this award signifies. I�ve
been well briefed, you�ve done a great service for us while here in London.
Welcome to the Preservation Society,� he concluded with a wink, a smile and a
handshake.���
Loud applause
accompanied by little girl screams of delight flowed over Sam, as he walked
back down to his seat next to the aisle. The Prince, smiling broadly, clearly
delighted with the way the ceremony had gone, said a few more words, before
indicating the back of the room, where drinks and canap�s were being served.
Brigitte made
her way to join Sylvia, who was talking to her father and brother. George, on
the edge of the group was chatting with Jasmine. Sam, meantime was in a small
circle with the Ambassadors and Foreign Secretary Williams, when the Prince
came over to join them.
�Congratulations
on the award,� he said in his clipped nasal tone, �I understand you earned the
gratitude of our country again more recently.� He inclined his head to
Williams, who bowed his head in affirmation. The prince took Sam�s hand and
shook it again. �Some services are never known about, not rewarded or
recognised. Please understand that makes them no less appreciated by those who
benefit from those services. Well done Sam.� Not wishing to embarrass Sam, he
moved away to greet other award winners.
�What did I
tell you, son,� said Simmerson, clapping Sam on the
shoulder in a way which might have knocked a smaller man off his feet. �You�ve
done no harm at all to the �Special relationship�. Ain�t that so Mr. Williams?�
The Foreign
Secretary nodded. �Indeed
�Ah,� said
Williams, looking across the room, �there�s Pemberton, who�s going to show you
around the Palace.� Sam shook hands in a crushing grip with Simmerson.
The
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CHAPTER 90
The Buckingham
Palace Induction
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After the
Prince had departed, the party broke up quickly. The Club girls were marshalled
together and introduced to Mr. Pemberton. In the Palace, no one knew him by any
other name. He�d always been Pemberton. He was a gracious, kind, if unsmiling
man of an age which may have been anything between 50 and 80, to look at him.
In his dark morning suit, he looked more like he was going to a wedding than
giving a guided tour to twenty two girls and their teachers. Officially, he
worked in and for the Palace. However, most of his time was spent in a dusty
office upstairs collating intelligence for MI5. He had been detailed to act as
point of contact between the service and Sam during his stay.
He showed them
all the state rooms, which were adjacent to the ballroom, and the most
interesting rooms of all. Then he briefly took them outside and pointed out the
sweeping lawns and flower beds of the beautiful gardens, a forty acre oasis in
the centre of the busy, crowded city. Next, he showed them some of the areas
which were used for administration and staff accommodation. Along the way he
explained there were 775 rooms in the Palace, with 760 windows and 1514 doors.
There was even 19 acres of floor space.
�How many
clocks are there?� asked an inquisitive Lucy. �They seem to be everywhere.�
�It�s one of
the biggest collections in the world. There are 350 working clocks,� answered
Pemberton, smiling at the child, There�s even two full time horological
censervators and winders. They�re the men who go
round winding them and making sure they�re looked after.�
Ignoring all
the clocks, Pemberton looked at his own watch. �It is 10:50,� he stated. The
group all looked blankly at him. �Changing of the guard,� he prompted them.
Understanding
came to Sam�s and Sylvia�s faces. The girls were still unenlightened, then
Alice clicked her fingers. �They�re changing the guard at Buckingham Palace,�
she chimed in the old tune.
�Well done,
Miss.,� said Pemberton.
�Yes,� she
said, resuming the tune, �Christopher
�I have to
shuffle along, duty calls for three quarters of an hour,� said Pemberton, �but
I have something for you. No one is allowed on the balcony for the ceremony. It
would look most infra dig. But,� he continued, �there is a place you can watch
where no one will see you. Follow me.� He led the way along a gloomy stone
floored corridor. At the end, there was a staircase, of the type used in the
past for servants to access parts of buildings unseen by the high and mighty.
They emerged
several floors up, into another corridor running the length of the front of the
entire building. At intervals, there were doors either side. �This area used to
be used to accommodate the servants of important visitors like foreign royalty
and heads of state. Now it isn�t used much at all. But the staff do still use
it to look out of the front when special events are happening, like the recent
Royal Wedding. Anyway, you get a really good view of the guard being changed
from here. We�re two stories above the balcony.�
Pemberton
opened one of the doors half way along and ushered them in. Inside, was a
spacious well equipped bedroom, containing half a dozen beds, each covered in a
dust sheet. There were two windows, about eight feet wide, but only a couple of
feet high. Sam could see, from the sloping ceiling, that they were immediately
beneath the roof of the main building. He remembered looking at the front of
the building, there were two floors of very high windows above the balcony and
above those, a single line of low windows just beneath the roof.
�Have a look
out of the windows, young ladies,� suggested Pemberton. They moved forward and
peered down. Below, the red uniforms of the guards were forming up for the
daily ceremony. The other side of the forecourt was the fifteen foot high,
ornamental iron fence, holding back the thousands of tourists, now waiting
expectantly for the pageantry that was to follow. �As I said,� interjected
Pemberton, �Duty calls. I will come back for you in about forty five minutes,
after the ceremony. In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy the show.� He backed
out of the door and was gone.
The girls all
had their noses pressed to the glass, as a band striking up, barked orders and
stamping feet indicated the commencement of the parade below. They were
mesmerised, watching the most ceremonial soldiers in the world, doing what they
did to perfection.
�Now girls,�
said Sam, calling them to order, a long line of faces now peering round at him,
�we can either watch the guard being changed, from the best observatory
possible, or we can induct Alice. What is it to be?� The girls quickly looked
at each other, a silent communication between them, which The choices Club
girls seemed to have perfected, before Sally said: �They want Alice inducted,
Daddy.�
Almost before
she had finished saying it, Vera had run to the door, and turned the key in the
lock. Everyone found inductions so exciting. She was casting her clothes onto
one of the beds and was naked by the time she was back with the others, who
were stripping almost as quickly. They all smiled, naked now, as they heard
The girls all
lined up. They understood there was a time limit.
The youngest
girls, knowing what was being expected of them, when their turn came, were
watching carefully what to do. After a full minute, Lizzie called time and
immediately Lucy took her place. One by one, each of the girls took their turn,
trying to be the first to make
At last,
Lizzie, looking again at her watch, tapped Hon-Syl on her bottom, indicating it
was time. Time for the induction itself, the child in a state of deep climax,
almost out of her mind with lust. Sylvia, reluctantly, lifted herself from
She watched
the troops marching up and down in perfect time, their scarlet jacketed bodies
swaying, as one, too and fro. The band set their rhythm, their tune, �Hearts of
Oak� drifting up to her. Alice so wanted to be inducted. She�d always wanted to
have it somewhere special and in a special way. Both her wishes had been
granted. Although she was only nine, she loved being fucked by Daddy, and she
knew he loved fucking her. She�d seen his face every time he�d looked at her
pussy. So intense, so lustful. He didn�t look at the other girls that way. He
must particularly like her pussy for some reason.
The crowd were
clapping and cheering, now, as the brigade of guards turned yet again, the tune
now playing �
When he thrust
into her, she was pushed forward little by little, until her face was shoved
against the glass of the window, her cheek pressed flat against the hard
surface. If it weren�t for the wide stone window ledge outside, anyone looking
up from below might have just made out a little girl�s face, grimacing against
the glass in what might have looked like pain, but was in fact pleasure,
intense pleasure.
Alice knew her
induction was coming to it�s crescendo, it�s climax, as her orgasm reached new
heights. She�d never felt anything so good in her young life. She prayed for
this to last forever. Then all of a sudden, she heard it: �Oh
Finally, she
felt his throbbing, giving her so much pleasure ease away. She just felt the
occasional flutter of his tip. She supposed it was what she had heard him call
his mini pulses. He stayed still for several minutes, his semen still dripping
from his cock into her. She just loved it there. Then he put his hands on her
bottom again, and she felt him start to pull out of her. She felt a sense of
loss. She really wanted him back there. It seemed so quick, before she heard
Hon-Syl say: �I�d better be quick, Sam, you were over twenty minutes, we
haven�t got a lot of time.�
She felt
Hon-Syl, her favourite lady teacher, push her face back again against her
spread thighs. She could feel her tongue squeezing into her slick interior.
Then she felt the suction, as Hon-Syl tried to suck out all of Daddy�s semen.
Her tongue was trying to spoon it out of her, seeking more. Then she came
again. Not as intense as before, but nice, very nice. Hon-Syl started moaning.
Alice glanced over her shoulder, and saw Sandy and Mandy were doing something
to her from behind, as she pushed her tongue again into her pussy, making a
squelching sound. Her moans into her pussy set up vibrations, which felt really
good, and even made her cum yet again. It had just been the best one ever. She
so hoped she would feel this good again soon.
�Well done,�
said Lizzie, as Alice finally straightened up on wobbly legs, everyone smiling
at her. That was a really good score. You got thirty one.� There was a ripple
of applause and cheers, slightly overcome by the roar of the crowd outside, as
the ceremony came to a close.
Sam stepped
towards Alice, holding out the coveted choker in his two hands. He quickly� clipped it around her neck. She was already
fingering it. She was so pleased to have finally been inducted. She�d had the
induction of her dreams and it had just been wonderful. She stood erect, her
hands by her sides and turned to her friends �As it is my induction, I would
like to pledge to you all, I will always follow all five of The Club rules.
Also, Daddy, thank you for making my induction so very special. I will treasure
the memory all my life. And thank you for my lovely necklace.� There was
another round of applause.
Sylvia clapped
her hands, �Quickly everyone,� she said, �we haven�t got much time. Get dressed
now, like good girls.� They scurried around, looking for their own clothes,
pulling them quickly on. Sam carried the little table back to the corner, while
Sylvia spread the bedcover back in it�s place. She nodded to Vera who was
waiting to unlock the door on her command. They quickly went to the windows and
peered out at the final movements of the parade below. The Old Guard marched
off to barracks, the New now in their place.
Pemberton
entered a few minutes later, slightly out of breath, having climbed the sixty
feet of stairs at a brisk pace, not wanting to keep his
Alice, still
fingering her choker, with a slightly cheeky grin looked up at him �Mr.
Pemberton,� she said, �I watched the whole thing and I can safely say it was
the nicest time I�ve had since I left home.� Pemberton was slightly puzzled why
so many of the American girls were laughing. He�d never thought of the parade
as humorous. Sometimes he could never quite work out the colonials.
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CHAPTER 91
The Glums
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Sam had
promised the girls visits to the theatre, in London�s famous West End, but, up
until now the opportunity hadn�t arisen. But time was now in their hands, they
could do what they liked, go wherever, see whatever. He was sitting in the
salon, relaxing with his laptop perched to his side. He had booked some matinees
and some evening performances. He also wanted to visit places like the Tower of
London.
The girls were
dotted around the room, relaxing, some chatting, some texting each other.
Hannah was showing Daisy how to make her masturbation more sensual, more enjoyable.
She was trying to explain how it wasn�t all about cuming, but the build up to
it should be as nice. Likewise, Suzy and Becky had been in a tight clinch for
the last hour or so. They were learning how to kiss better, while at the same
time experiment with the little plastic vibrators on each other. Sam loved it
when his Club girls showed absolutely no inhibitions with each other in front
of everyone else..
As he clicked
his mouse on the screen, looking at yet another theatre�s programme, he glanced
down. Amber was trying to teach Rosie how to deep throat him.
�That�s right,
bend your head back as far as you can, just like that. Now as you push, don�t
rush it, take a deep swallow, like you�re eating steak and it�ll go in. Try not
to feel it until it goes down, otherwise you�ll gag.� There was a gurgling
sound, and Rosie pulled back and coughed. �No, you pushed in nicely, but didn�t
swallow in time, try again.� And so the lesson continued.
On the other
end of the settee that Sam was sitting on, lay little seven year old Naomi. Her
head resting on the arm of the seat, her heals drawn up to her bottom, knees
splayed far apart. She was playing a game on her iPad,
which she�d rested on her belly, propped against her thighs, her fingers
dancing across the screen. The tip of her tongue just showed at the corner of
her mouth, as she concentrated on getting to the next level of the game. Sam
looked at her, he could see every detail of her cleft, as it flowed down
towards her bottom in a continual valley. Her creases where her little vulva
met her thighs� exaggerating her mound,
which lifted proud of her tummy. Her vagina and rosebud both completely open
for him to study. The one, even as she lay there, pink, slightly damp from his
semen after he�d fucked her earlier, dilated enough for him to push his little
finger into. The other tightly closed, with small crease lines emanating from
the centre like a star burst. Above her vagina, nudging against the underside
of the iPad, her long clitty poked out of it�s cowl, as
if knowing he was watching her. Showing off.
He looked down
again at his groin. Rosie had succeeded. Amber had taught her at last how to
take him in without gagging. As her nose dipped into his pubic hair, both
girls� eyes looked up at him in triumph. They had been practicing this when
opportunity arose, since the European trip had started. He knew they deserved,
expected, praise.
�Well
done� Rosie, you did it. You feel
fantastic on my cock,� he said, telling her the truth. �Do you need to practice
swallowing? Did you want me to cum?� Rosie, unable to speak, moved her eyes to
Amber, who nodded. �Yes please Daddy. That�s the next stage.� Rosie, at that
moment had to pull back to take a breath, but immediately dropped down again.
�OK, Naomi,
could you move your knees further apart,� asked Sam, as he pressed his middle
finger towards her vagina. �You too Amber, shuffle up on my other side, so I
can get at you as well.� Amber hopped up beside him, adopting a mirror image
position to Naomi, one at each end of the settee, both soon impaled on his
fingers.
Amber, now
settled, continued her instruction, �OK Rosie, have you got your breathing
right?� There was a gurgling, �uhhh, uhhh,� accompanied by a slight nod from the seven year old,
who again lifted her face up, took another deep breath and dropped down again.
Sam felt the length of her tight throat rasping along his crown and shaft. He
put the laptop down, theatre bookings forgotten, his mind now on other
things.���
�Now there�s
lots to remember all at once. You have to lift up, suck, lick underneath, take
another breath, then swallow him back down again,� continued Amber�s
instruction. Rosie followed her teacher. She made a couple of mistakes, nearly
gagging once, but quickly got the hang of it. �Now, as you get used to it, try
speeding up,� said Amber, breathlessly, herself rising, as Sam�s finger pressed
into her cervix, massaging her tender spot. She knew it wasn�t going to be
long. Looking at Naomi, the other side of Daddy, she could see her friend was
just about to cum now too.
Amber was
struggling now, trying not to cum yet, as she had one more instruction for her
pupil. �Ros�.Rosie,�.Y �you have ttto
decide whether to l..l..l..let it cum in your throat
or m..mouth. Your choice. I prefer t..t..to suck it hard in m..m..m..my
mouth, so I c..c..can taste it better.� At that
moment, Amber lost control, and fell back against the settee arm, her climax
overwhelming her. Naomi likewise was far into her orgasm, her knees opening and
closing, as her pulses swept through her little seven year old body.
Rosie
understood what she�d been told, and lifted up just enough so that Daddy�s
crown was now in her mouth, pressing against her throat. No more gagging at all
now. She remembered what Amber had said before, and now looked up into Daddy�s
eyes. She knew he liked that, as she moved gently back and forth, licking under
his crown on that sensitive spot where his fr�nulum
was. She sucked and rubbed, sucked and rubbed.
She knew he
was about to cum. He stiffened slightly and moved his hips a fraction, his
shaft hardening even more, his crown got hotter. He froze a fraction, then
suddenly she felt a ripple up his shaft and Rosie�s mouth was instantly full of
semen. It was warm, slick like honey, salty-sweet to taste, lovely. She
swallowed, just as the next blast of cum shot into her mouth. More than the
first. She loved it. She started to cum herself, even though no one was
touching her there. She swallowed again, but was late, as he blasted once more,
straight into her throat. She coughed and snorted, desperately trying not to
clamp her teeth onto Daddy�s lovely cock.
Lizzie had
told them all if ever that happened, she would be punished. She�d seen Karen�s
bottom, and didn�t want that to happen to her. She regained her control, and
timed her swallows with Daddy�s pulses, which now slowed. The semen spurts
lessened, and finally stopped. His little dry throbs continued for another
minute or so, before she felt all the tension go out of him. She sucked hard,
trying to get every last drop from him, before licking around his end into the
creases around the sides, cleaning him and tasting him and swallowing one last
time, all the while looking at his eyes, loving him.
�Well done
Rosie,� said Amber smiling, �you�ve managed it at last. Go and look in a
mirror.� As she rose to her feet, the other girls in the room glanced up and
giggled, pointing at her. Rosie looked at her reflection in the mirror, and
grinned to herself as she saw two runnels of semen had shot from her nose as
she had snorted. She picked her nose carefully, scooping up the valuable slime
from each nostril on her finger tip and sucked it dry. She went back to join
her friends, sitting between Daisy and Nancy, and after a minute or two, played
a cartoon game on her iPad.�
�How are you
getting on, Daddy?� asked Sarah, looking over his shoulder at the screen.
�There�s so
many to choose from,� he replied. �I�ve booked two matinees, both musicals. One
is �Matilda� and the other �Wicked� for this afternoon and Tuesday. I am sure
the younger girls will enjoy both. I am looking into �Disney on Ice�, now, but
think I might prefer to get tickets for Mama Mia instead. For the older girls,
there�s Phantom of the Opera and Les Mis�rables, but
I think the youngsters might enjoy them too. Both are very serious, set in the
past, but the music is brilliant. Les Mis has a
soubriquet, you know a nickname with the actors. They call it �The Glums�.� She giggled. She so hoped to be an actor herself
one day.
That
afternoon, after leaving The Cambridge Theatre, the girls were all humming the
songs they�d heard in the musical. �Good choice,� said Sylvia, smiling up at
him. �I think all the girls enjoyed it. In fact I know so. The story reminds me
of our Club. Matilda made a stand to change her destiny. These girls are doing
the same but with our help. Matilda and our girls are going to go far. We
should keep a copy in the Clubroom back home to show new members.�
For the
evening, they had booked a table at Langan's Brasserie in Mayfair, where they were treated to some trully excellent food. Sam smiled when the waiter pointed
out the children�s favourites which were: Bangers (sausages) & Mash, or Two
Poached Eggs on Toast, or Traditional English Fish & Chips. Certainly the
restaurant wasn�t stuffy. They wanted the girls to enjoy their visit and eat
what they enjoyed.
Sam was
sitting with his back to the wall, so could see most of the other diners. At
the next table, was an elderly couple. The silver haired lady had her back to
Sam, while the gentleman faced them. He had a ruddy complexion and was a bit
overweight. About half way through the meal, the man had a convulsion, nearly
choked and an ambulance had to be called. For a while, Sylvia who was fully
first aid trained, thought he wouldn�t make it. After the paramedics arrived
and taken him to the hospital, Sylvia leaned across and admonished Karen and
Becky.
�You wicked
girls� said Sylvia in a hoarse whisper. �How dare you do something like that.
It could have been really serious. The poor man might have died. When we get
back, it�s six for each of you. You can�t behave like that.� The two girls
tried to hide their grins, even though they knew a punishment was owed to them.
Sam,
completely bemused by the events, sat open mouthed. �What,� who,.. umm what�s
going on?�
�You must have
seen what just happened, Sam, you�re an observant man, surely.� His expression
told her he knew nothing of what had taken place. She rolled her eyes in
disbelief.
�These two,�
said Sylvia, angrily, pointing her fork at them, �gave the old man an eyeful.
You saw the state he was in, it nearly killed him.�
Sam tried not
to laugh. Sylvia was in charge of the girls� conduct when they were out and he
tried not to undermine her, however hard it was at times.
�What
happened, girls,� he managed to say with an almost serious tone, �tell me what
caused it all?�
�Well,� said
Becky, in an innocent tone, �ever since we sat down, that man has been leching
on us. He kept trying to look up our skirts. Every time Karen or I moved, his
eyes were following us. I could almost feel the creep wishing us to show more.
His eyes trying to part our legs. He kept dropping his napkin or fork on the
floor, so he could bend down to get a better view under the table to ogle us.
So I whispered to Karen, and she nodded, and we both pulled our knees up and
outwards at the same time. As you know, we aren�t wearing panties. He went red
in the face. Then when we pulled our pussies open with our fingers, he fell on
the floor. That�s the truth Daddy, isn�t it Karen? We didn�t mean to put him in
hospital, but he did sort of deserve it.�
Karen, looking
contrite, but still trying not to grin, nodded. Both girls looked down at the
table, hands clasped on their laps, pretending contriteness.
�Well now you
know the consequences of what to you might be a little prank,� said Sylvia, in
a slightly mollified tone, realising she was the only one seeing the
seriousness of what may have happened. �It doesn�t alter the fact of what could
have happened, so six it is.�
Unlike Karen,
who was already becoming aroused, Becky wasn�t so sure how she would like being
punished later on when they got back to the hotel. Either way, she thought it
was worth it, the slime ball deserved what he got. He reminded them of Mr. Mouseon, the former history teacher. He had even looked a
bit like him.
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CHAPTER 92
Punishment or
Reward
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On the way
back to the hotel, Sam realised there was an air of anticipation. The threat of
punishment hadn�t dampened anyone�s spirits at all. If anything they had
lifted. Everyone knew it wasn�t going to be a hard punishment, but
never-the-less it needed administering. As soon as they were in the suite, the
door locked and curtains drawn, clothes were scattered everywhere, as they got
ready for the big event. It was almost as exciting as an induction.
Lizzie went to
the drawer where she kept her things, and pulled out the little brown linen bag
containing the whip. When she returned, she heard Karen and Becky disputing who
could go first. Lizzie picking up on the argument pointed out she got first
turn as they all knew full well. Handing the bag with the cat-o-nine-tails to
Sally, she pushed passed them and lay on her back on the coffee tables, which
had been pushed together, which Vicky had spread a blanket over. Without a
word, she pulled her knees up and pushed them back, holding them down either
side of her, with her elbows, exposing her bum and pussy in an incredibly sexy
pose, her cleft spread wide, her rosebud and vagina both gaping open.
Lizzie looked
at her friend, peering between her knees �Six along it Sally, not across. You
know how hard.� She smiled as she lay her head back down. Everyone could see
how aroused she was. They could also see the lines of bruises from her last
punishment. Her vulva was swollen, her labia pushed outwards. Her tumescent
clitty poked out from it�s hood, still, firm, flushed, pink. Sally put her hand
in the bag, found the knob ended handle and pulled it out, shaking the leather
tails free from their tangle. Knowing her friend so well, that she wanted this.
Knowing she herself wanted to do this. Sally positioned herself at the table�s
end, Lizzie�s open pudenda pointing directly at her, so she could whip along
Lizzie�s cleft as she�d asked. She was aware an atmosphere of anticipation hung
over the room, as if everyone was holding their breaths.
Sally gave the
nine leather thongs a final shake, and swung the whip around, over her shoulder
and directly onto Lizzie�s pussy. Not too hard. The marks were only faint.
Again she swung a similar stroke and again. On the fourth, a sharp intake of
breath from Lizzie. The fifth fell, but on the sixth, Lizzie burst into a
climax.
�Aggggain, Sssal,� she stuttered.
�Please again, don�t stop now.� Sally swung the whip, quite gently now,
almost� just a tap, but each time, there
was another sharp intake of breath from Lizzie, who was now enjoying one of the
best orgasms she had ever experienced. �More, please, more.� Tap, tap, tap went
the whip until at last Lizzie�s climax passed, although her moans and heavy
breathing continued for a couple of minutes.
The other
girls, who had never seen a punishment before were standing with their mouths
open. They�d expected something unpleasant, and found, instead a girl being
whipped, who enjoyed it in a way they couldn�t comprehend. They�d learned
another lesson in their sex education. Another thing that puzzled them, Sally
was now bent over double. She was puce in the face and was breathing as Lizzie
had just been.
Naomi and
Daisy asked her if is she was Ok. She nodded silently, as her own small
spontaneous orgasm passed. Sam and Sylvia, standing quietly in the corner of
the room, watching the proceedings, smiled knowingly. Sam knew he would have to
really look after Sally later. She would need the full treatment.
Lizzie finally
got to her feet, and as she found her balance, took the whip from Sally�s shaky
hand, waved to the two villains to come and lie on the coffee tables side by
side. It was just wide enough for them to do so without pushing each other off
on to the floor. Lizzie waited until they adopted the same position she herself
had done, hugging their legs to their chests.
Karen was
licking her lips. She couldn�t wait for this. Becky on the other hand was
looking more nervous now. Lizzie shook the thongs free, and without delay,
swung the whip down onto Karen�s pudenda, the little knots landing on her mons,
the leather strands in and around her cleft. It wasn�t hard, but neither could
it be seen as gentle. Karen flinched, but also felt an electric surge through
her tummy, as the little knots knocked into and around her clitty. Lizzie
stepped half a step sideways, and swung again, but this time onto Becky, who�d
thought she would have to wait until after Karen�s punishment, so was taken
completely by surprise, making her squeak involuntarily.
Lizzie stepped
back and forth between the two, tapping them quite mildly. Both girls were
writhing now, as their arousal at this treatment grew. They�d lost count, was
it six or ten or more strikes with the whip. Who knew, who cared? Certainly the
two kept asking Lizzie for more.
At the back of
the room, Sally desperate to get some relief, she couldn�t wait now for them to
get to bed, grabbed Sam�s cock and pulled him to a chair and bent over the
back, where she could watch the ongoing flagellation of the two youngsters,
while Daddy took her from behind. She needed this, as he thrust hard into her.
Far harder than he usually did. Forceful in fact. He pulled out, his tip just
leaving her, before he reversed and slammed back in six and a half inches. �He
must need this too�, she thought, �goody.�
Around the
room now, spontaneously girls paired off, some in threes, needing to find a way
to �scratch that itch�. Even the youngest were caught up in the sudden mass
need to gratify their sex drive, their arousal, had caught them all unaware.
Sandy had run from the room, returning moments later, and tipped the box of
little pink plastic vibrators onto the floor in the midst of the writing
bodies. Hands reached for them, frantically grabbing them, fumbling to switch
them on before plunging them where they were needed. Everywhere, arms and legs
were tangled, bodies over one another, who was stimulating whom, unclear.
Orgasmic moans were already being called out, rippling around the room.
Sam, still
hammering hard into Sally, couldn�t believe his eyes. They had only returned to
the hotel a matter of ten minutes ago, and suddenly, before him was an orgy of
twenty two little girls trying to pleasure each other and a couple of adults
taking full advantage. He�d never seen anything like it, but hoped he would do
so again very soon indeed. What struck him was, if you treated children as
equals, they soon rose to the challenge and asserted their passions and desires
without vacillation.
Sam felt
himself rising. Sally had been clamping on him from the start. He knew she had
cum continuously from the moment he entered her and would go on until the end.
She had a driving force within her which had strengthened during the trip. Was
it the hijack, was it their increasing intimacy during their love making, was
it when she�d murdered Aishah? He knew she was single
minded, determined, decisive. More so than she�d ever been before. Everyone who
knew her recognised she was destined to be a great person, a leader and would
one day make her mark on the world. Such a contrast to the weak bullied child Sam
had first met those few short months ago. Little did he know, the very next day
would witness the biggest transformation in Sally�s character yet.
Sally was in
an orgasmic wonderland. Lights were flashing round behind her screwed up
eyelids. Every nerve ending in her body tingled. Her tummy was churning, as her
pussy emitted pulse after pulse of pleasure. She just hoped it would go on for
ever, but knowing it wouldn�t, and already she recognised the signs. He was
going to cum in her soon. At moments like this, her mind would float in an
ethereal way, she thought back over the last few months. She owed everything to
this man. He�d saved her life, helped her find herself, loved her
unconditionally, made her respect herself, developed her confidence, so others
too respected her, saved her life a second and third time and even allowed her
the free will to do what she�d done to Aishah. She
now knew Sam had known what she was going to do that night and permitted it.
She knew she was a strong person now in her head, but she knew too she owed it
all to one person. God she loved this man.
Sally opened
her eyes wide as Sam exploded deep into her. She had her hands in front of her,
clasping her tummy where his end was nudging her. She could feel the ripples of
his ejaculation fluttering against her palms, as he started saying� �oh
Slowly, the
writhing mass of bodies stilled. Sam was partly slumped over Sally�s back, his
shrinking cock slowly pulling itself from her. Kneeling beside them was Mandy,
who had surprised Sally when she�d asked if she minded her doing what Hon-Syl
usually did. Sally glanced across the room, where Sylvia, still in a clinch
with
Glancing at
his watch, Sam saw, to his amazement, that two hours had passed. It had felt
like five minutes. He couldn�t even remember if the punishment had been
completed or not. What he did see, though, looking down at Karen, still lying
on the coffee tables beside Becky was that the knob end of the whip handle had
been pushed deep into her vagina, where it remained, the tassels of leather, flowing
through her bum crack onto he floor.
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CHAPTER 93
Getting Stoned
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Their time in
Europe was rushing by. They would be flying home in five days time. They had
bonded really closely during their time here. Closer than Sam could have dreamt
was possible. He found that he never instigated any advance on any of the
girls, now. Sally knew his desires seemingly before he did. She made sure the
girls were all given their share of his time and body. She balanced her girls�
increasing desire for him against his capacity to satisfy them all.
They adapted
his method of having three or four girls at a time, one after the other. He found
it best for him, for some reason, if they were always girls of the same age
together rather than mixed ages, Sally adjusted the rota for him accordingly.
He particularly looked forward to the nine year olds, because there were five
of them. God how� he loved fucking them
in one long session; Lucy, Sarah, Alice, and the stunningly beautiful Sandy and
Mandy
So although he
would have Sally with him all night, they all understood that before they got
out of bed, he would have one of them until she came, then the next till they
came twice and the last one until he came. He would repeat this after they came
back to the hotel from wherever they had visited in the afternoon. If they were
able, time permitting, he would allow a lunchtime session as well. In addition
to this, sometimes one or another of the girls would have a question such as:
�Daddy, I don�t know if I would like it in my bottom. Would you try it for me
so I can see what it�s like?� Or �Daddy would you mind if I see if I can get
you all the way into my throat?�
They were a
happy, very contented group. No one coerced anyone else. They were completely
comfortable in being naked all the time in their rooms together and,
increasingly, talking about any subject without embarrassment. For example, on one
occasion, he was watching TV. Sarah was leaning against his chest, his cock
nudging her cervix, trying to find a way deeper into her. Lucy was impaled on
one of his middle fingers and Alice on the other. �Lucy,� said Sarah, �do you
find Daddy�s cock wants to get that bit further into you, I do? You know those
last two inches. I suppose it�s because he�s nice and long and we�re still
little.��
�Yes replied
Lucy,� as if Sam wasn�t in the room, �I find that too. I like it when he gets
all the way inside me. Try this. Jasmine suggested it. If you lean forward when
he�s pressing against that spot, he might go in that bit further. I�ve managed
it several times.�
Sarah followed
Lucy�s advice, and leaning forward, pushed her weight down on him, feeling a
popping sensation, as his thin cock found the tiny entry through her cervix
into her womb. She leaned back again, pressing her finger tips over her belly
near her tummy button, feeling his tip pressing against her.
�Yes, thanks
Sarah, �Lucy said, �that did the trick.�
The following
day was Sunday, and Sam had hoped for them to head either for
Their tour
guide and driver, Paul, was really good, and knew exactly how to make a trip
like this interesting for the girls. The route took them through some of the
most beautiful countryside in
Next they
headed for the
They drove the
short distance then, for their last call of the day, to
Sam noticed a
change come over Sally. She had become tense, alert, almost apprehensive. As
they entered the stone circle, they all looked around, imagining the times when
this was used by the Druids or whatever people lived here all those years ago.
Was it used for human sacrifice? Who might have died here? Were they still
buried here? Sally had become ethereal. She was in a place of her own. The last
time Sam had seen her like this was in the forest, when she lay on the giant
flat topped rock during her induction. The moon lighting her face and body as
he had taken her virginity.
She moved
about as if floating. Her silver hair started to shine, sparkling in the light
of the nearly setting sun. A slight golden tinge to it. She stood, facing the
light, her arms raised, stretched outwards. The girls, one by one, noticed her,
nudging each other. Sylvia went to speak to her to see if she was OK, but Sam
restrained her with his hand. �Leave her be, Sylvia,� he said. �This is her time,
her place. She needs her moment, they are calling to her.�
�Who�s calling
to her?� asked Sylvia, confused, as were all the girls, hearing Sam�s strange
words. They watched Sally move backwards towards a large flat stone. She sat
and immediately lay back onto the rock, now spread eagled. Her hair was
sparkling as if a million tiny lights were hidden there. Her eyes tight shut,
an expression of beauty came across her face, the sun lighting her up. The Club
girls now stood surrounding the stone she lay on, leaving a gap allowing the
sun to fall onto the stone and Sally. The sun dipped beneath the horizon, and
as it did, just for a moment, a shaft of light flashed between two of the Sarcen stones and lit Sally up in a momentary dazzlingly
bright light. She arched her back, as if an electric shock had passed through
her.
�Who�s calling
to her, Sam?� demanded Sylvia for a second time, looking at him, her hand
gripping his arm.
Sam shook
himself from his reverie he blinked. He had no recollection of speaking at all.
All he remembered of the last few minutes was hearing Sally�s voice speaking
him, asking him to leave her alone, while �they� called to her. �I don�t know
Sylvia. Sally told me they�re calling her.�
�But she
hasn�t spoken Sam,� said Sylvia, alternately looking at him and Sally, �not a
word since we got here. In fact I thought it strange how quiet she�s been.�
At that
moment, the last of the sunlight vanished, and immediately Sally sat up. Using
both hands, she pushed herself upright and stood, turning to face her friends,
smiling, as if she hadn�t seen them for a while and was pleased to do so now. A
radiance shone about her. They all saw it, felt it almost. Once again she had
been transmogrified. She greeted them all, hugging everyone. Her happiness
becoming infectious. As they walked down the slope back to the waiting bus,
their spirits were high.
Sam was
confused though. He had definitely heard Sally talking to him, but she had been
nowhere near him. He was concerned for her. She sidled up beside him. �Don�t
worry Daddy I am happy and well. But I know what must be done, what I must do.
Please don�t say anything, I will explain later.�
Sylvia kept
her council. She knew he would tell her when the time was right. They had no
secrets.
The two and a
half hour trip back to London brought them to a rainy city on a dark autumnal
night. On the way, Lizzie asked Paul what the large rectangular stone in the
centre of the circle was. What had it been used for?
�Oh, that�s
the Slaughter Stone,� he said. �No one really knows what it was for, but if
they ever did sacrifice people all those years ago, because of it�s position,
it would have been on that stone, hence the name. When it rains and water
settles in the dips in the surface, it turns red. People say it�s blood coming
out of the stone, but I�m told it�s just the iron in the rock rusting. It makes
a nice story though. Whatever the truth, there�s something special about that
stone. I�ve felt it myself. Perhaps you did too.� They lapsed into silence. The
girls all knew something special had happened again to their friend and leader,
Sally.
Sam asked Paul
to drop them off at a small Indian Restaurant not too far from the hotel. He
invited him to join them, but he was anxious to get home to his family. He�d
had a long day. He appreciated the generous tip Sam palmed him. They enjoyed an
excellent oriental meal of curries, Tandoori and Biryani, with all the sauces Indians are so good at
producing. It was very late when they got back, and everyone just wanted to get
to bed.
Sam lay
thinking about the day and what had happened. He knew she would tell him when
she was ready. At that moment, he felt her moving up the bed, crawling up onto
his chest. Somehow she seemed bigger. Not physically but her presence was tangible.
�Daddy,� she
whispered, as she wriggled into position, so his cock nestled into her cleft,
where it belonged, �do you believe in destiny? Please tell me. They told me to
ask you, be guided by you. It�s important.�
He thought for
a moment. He needed to answer her carefully. He didn�t in any way want to
demean or undermine her. Certainly it was an interesting question coming from
an eleven year old girl. But he didn�t know what she�d experienced, so he was
partly in the dark. �Yes I suppose I do,� he answered, �it�s a very deep
subject. People have been trying to work it out for a million years. I�m not
sure I know the answer any more than the next person. But what I will tell you
is that after the things I have seen, the pain, the hunger, the poverty,
starvation, cruelty, brutal suffering, in some parts of the world, sometimes
even close to home, I think everything must have a purpose, a reason.
Otherwise, what�s it all for, what�s the point? If there is a
�When I was in
the circle,� she said, �you know, Stonehenge, I saw people, many people. They
were in the sunlight. It was so bright, I couldn�t see them clearly. It was too
dazzling. They were calling to me. They told me what I must do, Daddy. Am I
going mad, or did I really see them, hear them?�
Whether she
really saw what she described, or whether she imagined it, Sam knew she was
certain herself it had been real. Although a sceptic, he was inclined to
believe her. Not only was she not prone to fancies of the mind, but also he,
himself had heard her voice telling him �leave her alone, they were calling
her�, despite�� knowing she hadn�t
spoken. Even Sylvia had said Sally hadn�t spoken at the time.
�Over the
centuries, darling,� he said, �many people have had visions. Like Isaiah in the
Old Testament or Saul on the road to Damascus or St. Bernadette at Lourdes.
Siddhartha Gautama, you know the first Buddha had his
enlightenment. Some thought it was
�Oh. Daddy,
they weren�t frightening. In fact I was welcomed by them, like they were all my
family, my friends. They took me away. They showed me many things, places,
people. How long was I gone for?�
�Sally,� he
answered, �you were only on the stone, in the sunlight for about a minute,
before you sat up and spoke to us. You never went anywhere. We were with you
the whole time.�
�But, they
showed me so much,� she said, confusion clouding her face, �the things they
told me, places and people. I was away for hours surely.�
She shuffled
down, pressing his cock deep against her cervix, giving her reassurance. Her
Daddy.
�Darling,� he
whispered, �they must have been able to somehow freeze time for you. It only
took moments. What did they ask of you?�
�They taught
me many things. They called them gifts. They said I would discover them,
develop them, learn how to use them, how to benefit from them. They told me I
had a mission in life. I was to follow �The path�. �The path� they have laid
out for me. The one, they said, they first put me on, in the forest, the night
of my induction. That night they gave me the gift of music. Each step would be
revealed in time, but I was to follow it faithfully. �The path�, they said, led
to peace. Peace for the world. Not in my lifetime, but in the lifetime of those
who are to follow me. Maybe generations from now, I don�t know. First, they said
I was to complete my education. They said I must always do what you ask,
without question. They will guide you, they said. They sent me to you all those
months ago for this reason. You are my protector, my Daddy. I am to go to the
Sorbonne and the Paris Conservatoire. Before that you are to teach me all the
languages you know. Later, when I graduate, I am to go to Oxford University,
here in England for my PHD, then I am to enter politics. They say I will have
you beside me, my guide, my mentor. I am to rise to the highest position, where
they need me to fight for the peace they desire. Oh, one of them wanted me to
tell you something. He said you would understand.�
�What was
that, darling?�
�He said to
say �Hi-ho Silver, thanks for looking after them.� He said you would know what
he meant. Who was it Daddy, what did he mean?�
A cold shiver
ran down his spine. Only one person had ever called him that,
She lapsed
into silence, she already knew. She would let Jenny and Emily know when the
time was right, that their dad was happy. He�d asked her to look after Sam.
�All his friends have gone, Sally� he�d said, �look out for him will you? He
loves you and my girls, but he needs to care for himself more. Will you do that
for him please?� Meanwhile, her cheek now pressed to his chest, listening to
his heartbeat, reassuring her with it�s solid regularity. She could feel the
beat echoed in his crown, as it�s flared ridge pressed against that special
place deep inside her.
�What do I do
now, Sal� asked Sam, still shaken at knowing
�No Daddy.
They had a message for you,� she replied. �They said you are to continue with
The Choices Club. It was they who gave you the idea; they saved your life in
Afghanistan; they healed you when you should have stayed in a wheelchair; they
provided the money to establish The Club; made the way clear. They chose who
would be members. Every girl has a purpose in their plan. Each will play their
part in the years to come. They are bonded together to each other; and to you;
and to me. One day, they or their husbands will be called upon. Every one of
them. It will be like a human jigsaw. The parts will fit together, in the end.�
�I asked them
did they mind what we did in the club.� She giggled for a moment. �They said
laws made by people about behaviour, like age of consent, were made by men, not
them. It didn�t concern them. They said you had never hurt a girl, and never
would, only to chastise them and that was permitted and encouraged. You had
only helped them. They said you must continue. They have plans for the many,
many more girls who will join The Club in the years to come, most not born yet.
But their future is mapped out. Their destiny decided. That�s why I asked you
if you believed in destiny. Oh,� she said, now grinning at him, �they said they
have given you gifts as well.�
�Gifts? What
gifts?� he asked.
�They said,
you will discover them as time passes,� she giggled again, back to being the
eleven year old child, �but with one of the gifts, you will find it easier to
look after all the girls from now on.� His cock pulsed at her words. Suddenly
he was cuming in her, his semen blasting deep into her. She too enjoying the
climax that washed away her tensions of the day, the most important day of her
life.
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CHAPTER 94
The Ghosts of
times gone by
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Dawn broke on
Monday morning. Sam lay still for a moment, collecting his thoughts. Sally�s
revelation had shaken him, but at the same time allowed him to see the future
with clarity and in a new light. Suddenly he knew he had a purpose, direction.
Previously he had been motivated by, admittedly love for his girls and
improving their lot, but also lust too and his pedo desires. He knew he
believed in everything Sally had said. A new calm came over him, as he lay
there. He raised his hand in front of his face. The tremor had gone. His
P.T.S.D. gone.
He rolled
Sally off his chest, over onto her side. She never stirred, she needed a long
deep sleep. She was exhausted after yesterday. On his other side, was his
daughter Emily. She was laying with her back to him, curled in a foetal
position. He cuddled up to her, and spent several minutes exploring her
cavities, mounds and creases. His cock was rampant and oozing pre-cum. He
slipped closer to her, and arched his hips towards her, bringing his crown up
into the little recess at the entry to her vagina. He used his finger tips to
prise her labia apart, and could feel her passage as it peeled open in
readiness for him. He pressed into her, and as his crown popped through her
entry, she stirred. He held himself there, waiting as she came to.
�Good morning,
Daddy,� she said in a sleepy voice, �are you fucking me?�
�Would you
like that, darling?� he answered.
�Oh, yes
please,� she said. �Push it in deeper would you��. Yes, like that, oh, yes� and
again. Harder, Daddy, yes much harder. please. Yes like that. I�m going to� I�m
going to �cummmmm, nnnggghhhh,
ahhhhhhhhh, yyeeesssss.�
Sam had cum at the same moment, his semen spurting and spurting into her in
torrents. After a minute, he calmed, his mini pulses easing off. Emily was
still breathing hard as though she�d just run�
in a race. �That was nice, Daddy, you spurted lots into me. Much more
than last time,� she said as she drifted off to sleep again, her gentle snore
telling him she was gone.
He was still
balls deep in the child. Thinking for a moment, he gripped her hips, and rolled
her up onto his chest, and down the other side, so she was now spooning Sally.
She never stirred. The two cuddling in their deep sleep. Sam rolled back again,
and found the next girl along, was seven year old Naomi. Her long black hair
shining in the dull light of dawn. She had been cuddling Emily before, so was
now facing him, lying on her side.
He slid
towards her, and lifted her upper leg up over his thigh, pushed his hand
beneath her, his other gripping her bottom, and pulling her towards him, swung
her up onto his chest in one careful smooth movement. Her knees slipped down,
falling either side of his thighs. He wasted no time, but immediately started
to fondle her, feeling her, exploring her intimately, pressing into her
cavities. He was so turned on by this Jewish beauty, it defied explanation. Reaching
down, he pulled up his tumescent cock to her entry. He had only fucked her four
times, including her induction, so she was still very tight. As tight as any
seven year old would be. He pressed his end to her, applying constant pressure
and waited, as she slowly dilated. Sam suddenly realised something. He had just
fucked Emily and ejaculated a massive cum into her, and yet he now found he was
as horny� as a sex starved buck ram on
steroids.
His crown
started to slip in, slowly, slowly oozing into her. He felt the glorious
sensation of her passage peeling open as he penetrated her. He hit bottom, his
crown pressing into her rubbery cervix. Pausing for a moment, he waited a
moment, while her body adjusted to his intrusion. He then pulled back slowly,
almost coming out of her, before shoving back in, then back and in, increasing
the speed and pace of his cycles each time. After about a minute, she snorted
in her sleep and he felt her clamp down on him hard, as her vagina contracted,
released him and contracted again. She was cuming, and her climax had awakened
her from her deep sleep. Her eyes popped open in surprise, but a smile came to
her face the instant she focussed on him. Sam upped his pace now and Naomi
responded with a second orgasm, more intense than the first. Sam couldn�t hold
back any longer and blasted into the child, his semen seemingly spurting as
though he�d never cum in his life.
Naomi lifted
her face from his chest, and glanced at him. �That�s lots, Daddy, I feel full
up,� she giggled, before resting her face back on his rising and falling chest
again. He noticed she too was drifting back to sleep again. Sam realised she
was right. It was lots. Impossible! He�d only just fucked Emily a few minutes
ago.
But not only
that, pressing to his side was
Reaching down,
he found her dilator. She now used one of the small vibrators, seated almost
entirely inside the eight year old. Finding the little switch on the end, he
switched it on. She jerked immediately to the sensation shooting through her
vagina. She stirred, but settled as she felt Sam�s reassuring arms cuddling her
into his chest. She felt him pull back slightly, his cock drawing up through
her cleft, and beyond, finding her rosebud. She had really enjoyed her anal sex
with Daddy. He had been so kind and considerate. He always made sure she came
at least once, and never forced her during the early stage, when getting his
cock into her bum was sometimes uncomfortable. She knew that when her pussy was
fixed, she would have fantastic sex with him, and she couldn�t wait. But she
also knew, in years to come, she was going to ask him to fuck her bum again and
again.
Sam slipped
into the child, feeling her push as if pooing,
dilating her passage for him. She was getting good at this, and it took less
time each time he buggered her. He felt the flared ridge of his crown pop
through her sphincter, and slide slowly into her buttery depths, her passage
peeling open to his intrusion. About half way in, he felt a soft obstruction,
and knew she needed to poo. He didn�t want to make a mess of the bedding, so
pulled back a little, and started some shallow thrusts into her rectum, feeling
her tight sphincter massaging his crown in an exquisite way. He reached down
with his hand, passing over her mound, and found her stiff clitoris poking out
from it�s hood. He started to strum her gently, feeling a tension in her
growing every second, before suddenly she took a deep breath. Several seconds
passed, then she gasped out the air from her lungs, in an explosion of breath,
as her climactic orgasm totally overtook her little body. She was just calming
from this, as Sam too, blasted out his orgasm, spurting pulse after pulse after
pulse of semen into the girl�s ass. The blissful pleasure he felt almost beyond
description. Even as he looked down as his cock slipped from her bum hole, he
could see more semen pouring from her than he thought possible. He�d fucked
three girls in half an hour and already, he knew he was ready for the next. Sally
had said �they�, whoever they were, had given him a gift. Only now did he
realise just what a wonderful gift it was. He felt eyes on him. The next girl
in the bed to him was nine year old Sarah. He raised his eyebrows to her in
question. She nodded silently and smiled. He felt himself hardening again. But
first he needed to go and wash himself. Soddomy was a
messy and smelly business.
Sam was first
down to breakfast that morning. He couldn�t believe just how hungry he was. He
immediately ordered the Full English Breakfast. Since dawn, he�d fucked eleven
of his girls. Every one of them had received what they all craved for his full
ejaculation, deep into their bodies, with the exception of Amber, who asked him
to pull out at the last minute, so she could swallow, taste and savour him to
the full. He knew already that the others would all be treated to their turn
before the day was out.� Everyone was
very happy, especially Sam. But first he was ravenous. He needed food. For some
reason he felt he was starving.
On the way out
of the hotel, Joe handed Sam a slip of paper with the details of where his
little club met and time. He briefly explained that the girls were rehearsing
for a song and dance routine they were putting on as part of a community event
the following week, and that they were hoping to put on a dress rehearsal for
them. He wished them a great day and waved them off in the mini bus which
whisked them away.
The first stop
of the day was Westminster Abbey. They toured the thousand year old building,
hearing how all the monarchs were crowned here, most buried here, as well as
many famous people, like Winston Churchill, who had pride of place just inside
the entrance, near the tomb of the unknown warrior. The guide showed them the
tomb of Margaret Beaufort. She was only 12, he explained when she was married
for the second time. Her new husband was Edmund Tudor. She had been only one
year old the first time she married. She gave birth to Henry Tudor, later Henry
Next, they
moved on to the Tower of London, a couple of miles away. This was much more
interesting for the girls, as they could run round the grounds, see the ravens,
the battlements overlooking the river, Traitors Gate, where prisoners had been
brought by boat into the Tower on their final journey, the cannons, the Crown
Jewels and armouries, all beautifully displayed in the buildings which had
stood for over nine hundred years. They all giggled when they were shown Henry VIII�s battle armour, and Suzy asked, pointing at the large
domed steel covering at the groin, projecting out several inches, �What�s
that?� The guide, unfazed, getting the same question ten times a day replied:
�That�s his Codpiece, dear. It guards what�s inside.�
They were
shown where Anne Boleyn was buried in the Chapel Royal, after her head was
chopped off in the courtyard outside. She had only been married to Henry VIII
for three years. The girls all relished the ghoulish tales they were told by
the Yeoman Warder showing them around. He showed them the room where the
Princes in the Tower had been held prisoner and later murdered. The brothers
were just nine and twelve years old. Their gruesome remains being bricked up
and hidden, only being discovered by workmen a few years ago.
After lunch,
they went to Madame Tussauds, in Baker Street, the
waxwork display museum. Many famous people past and present, including the U.S.
President were displayed. Sandy and Mandy both wanted to be photographed
standing beside the figures of Harry and Megan. They had both seen Megan back
home, once, some years back, before she was famous, when she came to a charity
event in the City Hall. Sylvia was relieved the famous chamber of horrors, had
been permanently closed. She and Sam thought it just as well. They didn�t want
them having nightmares. The day quickly passed, and Sam was conscious they
needed to get back, have a rest, eat, and head out to Whitechapel, where Joe�s
club met. So they called the minibus driver, who quickly picked them up and got
them back to the hotel.
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CHAPTER 95
The Apples
Club
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Sally got the
worn piece of paper out of her pocket as soon as they got into their suite.
�Jenny and Sophie, your turns next, Jenny first�, she read out. The two seven
year olds scampered over to the long settee, and although their little legs
were too short so they could bend over the back of the seat, they each jumped
up, their feet several inches off the floor.
�It�s our
favourite position, Daddy,� giggled Jenny, in her squeaky little girl voice.
�Do you mind fucking us both this way?� Sam had no problems at all with their
wish, and was already prising Jenny�s labia apart to press his wet, slick crown
to her cleft, even as she spoke. He always took more time with the youngest,
and Jenny was small for her age anyway. Several girls stood round to watch how he
worked his cock into the child, interested in how her tiny vagina could take
him at all. He asked Karen if she would make herself useful and find one of the
vibrators and work it into Sophie with some KY, so it wouldn�t take so long to
penetrate her later.
After a few
minutes, he felt the unmistakable sensation of his crown starting to slide into
Jenny. It still took a few minutes, though before his crown popped through her
tight entry. After that, he simply applied a gentle but steady pressure,
enjoying the feeling of his cock slowly�
parting her passage, as he sank deeper into the child, hitting her end
about four inches in. He paused, allowing her to adjust, before he pulled
gently out and pushed in, slightly faster.
�Daddy,� asked
Jenny, �can I make a wish?�
�Of course, my
darling,� he replied, �what would you like?�
�You�ve always
been so gentle to me and all the little girls, and we love you because you�re
so kind to us,� she said. �But all the big girls say how nice it is when you do
it hard. Would you do it hard for me too?�
�But I might
hurt you darling,� he said in a worried tone, �how would I know it�s nice for
you but not hurt?�
�I�ll tell
you, Daddy� she said in a determined way, belying her age.
Sam pushed
gently back into the girl, conscious now that she had asked him to fuck her
hard, but it was against his instincts to hurt her in any way. He pulled back
again and pressed in just a little faster.
�No Daddy, not
like that,� she moaned, �I want you to slap into my bottom, just like you do to
Lizzie and the other girls.�
He pulled
back, and pushed faster, and a little deeper. She was so tight, as he withdrew,
her little pink interior was being pulled out by his cock, almost turning her
inside out. As he pushed back in, her clit and labia seemed to disappear into
her as well.
�Harder,
Daddy, please. I did make a wish, didn�t I?�
He couldn�t
deny that. A wish was a wish.
He pressed
much harder now. He could feel his cock tearing into her. She was so tight, he
was certain she would be very sore. She had asked for what she wanted, though,
even as she said, �harder,� again. Sam quickly built up a rhythm and soon heard
a gentle tap, tap, as his pubic hair smacked into her tiny bottom.
�Harder,
Daddy, please.�
Sam gave up
holding back now. The grip of her passage on his cock was so tight, so
wonderful, so erotic, he almost lost control anyway. He started to slam into
the girl now, a slap slapping sound getting louder each thrust, He looked down,
and couldn�t believe his eyes. As he pulled from her each time, her pink
interior clung to his cock, but as he thrust back into her, he was a full six
and a half inches in. How was it possible? He didn�t know, and at this moment,
neither did he care. It was one of the best pedo fucks of his life. Suddenly,
he heard Sally�s voice. He glanced up, but she was sitting across the room,
gently masturbating. The voice was in his head. �She was a nice tight one for
you Daddy, wasn�t she? And Sophie will be just as tight as well.� And of
course, there, right beside Jenny was her friend, seven year old Sophie,
waiting for him to do exactly the same to her in a few minutes time.
Slap, slap,
slap, went his thighs against her bum. This was just fantastic. Then everything
went mad. Jenny came and suddenly the room was filled with sound. Sam glanced
over his shoulder, and saw that every Club girl was standing watching him fuck
their friend. They were either playing with themselves or each other. The sound
was sparked by Jenny�s climax, sending them all over the top into a group
orgasm. It was too much for Sam, and he too blasted into his daughter, over and
over and over. A couple of minutes later, Sylvia was there, sucking the child
dry of one of the biggest ejaculations of his she�d experienced, in her usual
efficient oral manner. Sam, however, was now half way into Sophie, already
fired up and ready to deliver his next treat to one of his girls. Whatever
happened down at
It was
The bus pulled
up outside a shabby looking old brick and timber built hall, with a grubby sign
on the front saying: �1st Whitechapel Scout Group.� The district was very run
down. It reminded Lucy of the gangland area she had once lived in. They were
unaware this was the very road where Jack the Ripper had sought his victims
well over a hundred years previously. They went inside, and after climbing some
steep wooden stairs to an upper room, were greeted by an enthusiastic group of
young girls, with a spread of ages similar to the Choices girls.
Joe came over
and shook hands with Sam and Sylvia. �Come and have some rosie,�
he said.
Sam and Sylvia
looked a little blankly at him.
�Rosie,� he
repeated, �you know, rosie lea, tea. Sorry, it�s such
a habit, we don�t get many outside visitors here. Everyone round here uses the
slang, you know, Cockney rhyming slang. That�s why this is the Apples Club. You
will have noticed the steep stairs you had to climb to get up here. They�re
apples and pears, stairs, see?� They nodded a little bemused.
�Anyway, I am
so glad you could come,� he enthused, �the girls are so excited. If it�s
alright with you, we�ll let the kids get to know each other for a while. Give
you a chance to have your rosie and have a butchers
round, sorry, there I go again, butchers hook, look. Not much to see, I�m
afraid. The Scouts are very kind to let us use this room for free. We help them
out with fund raising and that sort of thing.�
It didn�t take
long to take the grand tour, as Joe had said, there wasn�t much to see. What
was clear, though, the girls all got along together and welcomed their American
friends as though they�d known them for years, pairing off into small groups of
roughly similar ages.
Sam noticed
Sally was chatting to a very pretty girl with startling bright blue eyes and
long blond hair, tied back in a pony tail. He guessed she was about eleven,
like Sally. She was tall and willowy. �That�s my daughter, Eloise,� said Joe,
pointing his thumb in the girl�s direction. Apple of my eye, she is, love her
to bits.�
�We got a
little problem, Sam,� said Joe. �I�d planned on us doing a little show for you,
but our pianist, who is my wife, can�t make it tonight. Her mother�s ill and
had to go round to look after her, so we�ve no music.�
Sam looked at
Sally. She smiled and nodded. Words no longer needed between them for many
things.
�Our Sally can
play a few notes,� said Sam in his usual understatement, �she�ll perhaps be
able to help. Have you got the music score?�
Joe nodded
towards an old battered upright piano near a raised platform, which served as a
stage. �Joy, my wife,� said Joe, �plays. Her sister is a piano tuner, so the
piano should sound OK. The music is on top of the piano.�
Sally walked
over and sat down, looking at the keyboard with it�s chipped and yellowed
ivories it wasn�t as beautiful as the Bechstein in
the Club room back home, or the beautiful one she�d played at the �lys�e Palace. But, it had been looked after, polished and
tuned. Loved. She played a few chords, The sound and tone surprisingly good.
Next, she reached up and flicked through two scores lying there. The first,
it�s title was �Shut up and dance with me.� She smiled, because it was written
by a band from L.A., Walk the Moon. It had a good beat, ideal for a dance tune.
She read through it a couple of times, rehearsing the notes in her head.
The other
score was �Can you feel the love tonight� written by Elton
The Apple Club
girls climbed onto the stage, grinning now with self consciousness, as children
always do when first on stage. Eloise took centre stage, clearly the leader,
setting the time. She nodded silently to Sally. By now, all The Choices girls
had sat down on the front row with the adults to watch the performance. Sally
struck up the opening notes, and quickly flowed into the piece, as if she�d
played it every day of her life. Joe looked across at her, then at Sam with
some surprise. It was a difficult piece, beautifully played.
Meanwhile, on
stage, the girls, in a row, started to move in coordinated pre-arranged steps
left and right, then back and forward. Then they split into pairs, linking
their arms and spinning round, before forming a line again. The routine
repeated several times before the music ended. It flowed smoothly and impressed
the small audience. They were wearing simple green T-shirts, with a picture of
an apple cut in half printed on the front, and scarlet, knee length pleated
skirts. The clothing was cheap, but effective. They were all bare footed,
having removed their socks for the dance. The grand finale came when the girls
all dropped to the stage in the splits, legs forwards and backwards, their
little chests heaving with the exertion they had made.
The applause
was warm and well meant. Everyone had enjoyed the well practiced piece,
including the dancers, who were all grinning, stage nerves now gone.
After a few
moments, Eloise nodded to Sally, who placed the next music sheet on the stand.
The dancers straightened their legs, but remained sitting upright on the stage,
Their backs straight, their feet towards the audience. The slow piece started,
and the girls swayed from side to side, faces turning left and right in perfect
choreography. They started to weave their fingers, hands and forearms around
each other. Next, their feet joined in the dance too, moving left and right.
The dance was simple and yet at the same time it was brilliant for it�s
originality. Joe�s wife, Joy obviously had a gift in choreography.
They swayed
left, right, forward back, hands and arms complimenting their movements. Then,
they all placed their palms on the floor flipped their feet over their heads,
ending up on hands and knees. However, as they had made this movement, their
skirts were left behind, exposing their panty clad bottoms to view for about a
second. Sam had a picture frozen in his mind. His photographic memory serving
him well. A whole row of young girls� legs pointing in the air, their little
bottoms clad in identical light pink panties, all tightly hugging the wearer�s
form. The material, with their dance movements, tightly formed into their
curves, the elastic at their leg holes not quite hiding their vulvas pushing
out at the sides. Camel toes on every one. The thin material, so skin coloured,
just tormented him, teased him, his erection storming in.����
The dance
troupe now on hands and knees, facing the audience, swayed their bottoms in a
well rehearsed and choreographed movement left and right, up and down, before
they all rose up, still on their knees, repeating the hand, arm and head
movements of before. As the music drew towards it�s last seconds, the girls
brought their hands up over their shoulders, leaned back and pushing their
hands down over their shoulders, brought their bodies up into the gymnastic
bridge position, as their skirts slid up to their chests. Tummies arched high
in the air.
Sam did a
double take, because there before him were eleven young girls exposing their
panties directly to his view, their knees about a foot apart, their mounds
pushing into the air, their cotton covered crotches exposed to his view. Every
one of them. Joe leaned into Sam�s side and whispered, �nice ending isn�t it,�
as the dancers first sat, then stood to bow for the loud applause due to them.
Sam turned to
Joe, not sure how to say it. �That was a fantastic routine, Joe,� he muttered,
�but I don�t know if you can use that ending. It might, you know, cause some
raised eyebrows.�
Joe chuckled.
�Don�t worry, Sam,� he said smiling. �We changed the end bit just for you. I
thought you�d like it, you being like me.�
�How do you
mean, Joe, like you?� asked Sam carefully.
�You know, a
pedo, like me,� continued Joe. �I thought we�d spice it up for you. Did you
like it?�
Sylvia leaned
in, to listen realising there was a tension in Sam�s posture.
�I� I�m not
sure what you�re saying Joe,� said Sam, ��.. Do you mean you�re�.�
�Sure, Sam.
Have been for years,� said Joe, smiling. �That�s why I set up my club. Same for
you I expect.�
�But how�.?�
Muttered Sam.
�How did I
know? Simple really. Observation, body language and very good hearing. I see
and hear many things working as a doorman, Sam. Watch everything, see nothing,
listen carefully, hear nothing,� he said. �Never, ever react to what I see
never take advantage. Never repeat what I hear, like the other day, when a
certain young lady,� Joe glanced at Sally,� said: �You promised me you were
going to teach me how to do it up the bum. Let�s go.� Well you don�t need to be
a university professor to work that one out. Was it nice by the way? I love it
when Eloise let�s me do that. Great isn�t it.�
Sam and Sylvia
were sitting open mouthed. Joe had worked out exactly what they did and
demonstrated how vulnerable they could have been, had the wrong person
discovered it.
�Don�t you
worry, Sam,� smiled Joe, �your secret�s safe with me, and, I hope, mine is safe
with you, yeah?� Sam nodded. Joe put his hand out. Sam took it and a bond was
formed between them. �You�re going to give my girls a little talk now, I hope.
Then We�ll have a break and then the girls will do another dance. If your Club
girls want to do anything, then that would be great too.�
Sam stood, and
stepped up onto the low platform stage and faced the audience, made up of his
twenty two and the Apple Club�s eleven girls, plus Sylvia and Joe. He had
thought about this talk, knowing that when he got home, he was likely to be
asked to deliver similar talks to groups, like the town�s Rotary or Ladies
lunch clubs, so this was like a practice for him. He spoke clearly, giving a
little background to his life and how he had come to form The Choices Club, how
benefactors had donated enough money to fund trips abroad, hence them being on
the Virgin flight just a couple of weeks ago. He gave an abridged version of
how he overcame the hijackers, how The Club girls had remained so calm, despite
the terror they had felt and then after, the resulting publicity. He passed the
two awards round for the girls to look at, the Legion of Honour and the George
Cross. He was surprised when he looked at the wall clock and noticed he�d
spoken for over three quarters of an hour.
Afterwards,
while sipping a coffee, Joe thanked Sam for making the effort to come over.
�Not many people bother with kids Clubs, Sam,� he said, �It�s really hard to
make the evenings interesting for the girls. Your talk was spot on, they loved
it, especially when you told them you stabbed that guy in the side of his
head.�
�Did I say
that?� smiled Sam, �I must have got carried away. Now tell me Joe. What�s your
set up here? How does it fit together? What does your wife have to say about it
all?�
Joe bit his
lower lip. �Long story, Sam,� he grimaced, �but the short version is like this.
I�m forty nine now, and me missus is twenty five.� He paused seeing Sam�s
surprise. �Yes, she was thirteen when I got her pregnant with our Eloise. We�d
been together for four years then. It started when she was nine. Well, her
father gave me a choice. I could either marry her when she was sixteen, or he�d
report me as a child molester. I married her. Well, as she got older, I sort of
lost interest. We were friends, but never lovers again. She followed her mum,
and went on the game�.� He looked at Sam�s blank expression. �She became a
prostitute. I didn�t care, and it brought in some money. Well the years passed.
I got to mess about with girls here and there, but then Eloise started to grow
bumps and curves. You know how it is.� Sam nodded.
�Well,�
continued Joe, � I started messing about with Eloise, and about a year after I
broke her in, she�d have been about eight or nine, I suppose, my wife caught us
at it one night. I was in balls deep. She�d felt unwell and came off the street
early. She shouldn�t have been surprised, really, she had been the same age
when we�d first started together, and she knew I was only interested in little
girls. The row went on for days. She hit me, threw stuff, threatened to chuck
me out, before she finally calmed down, and we talked. We struck a deal, an
understanding.�
�In the end,
we agreed she could have her freedom, she could go with who she liked, when she
liked. She�s with her bloke tonight, in fact, not at her mother�s. We agreed we
would stay in the house and live together and carry on with the club, which had
been going then for a couple of years. We�d got about seven members by then,
and I was grooming them nicely. In return, I could carry on with Eloise, who�d
told her mum if she left home, she wanted to stay with me. I would be allowed
to look at the girls in the club, but I was never to touch them. That was the
deal.�
�In the
meantime,� went on Joe, �One of Joy�s regular punters, you know, a client, been
with her for years, got voted a member of parliament. Then he got a promotion
and now he�s a minister in the government. So no one wants to rock the boat. He
likes his nooky with Joy once or twice a week. He likes to be tied up and
humiliated. Bit kinky. Newspapers would love a story like that. Joy likes him
and seems to enjoy doing what he wants. She no longer has other punters, just
him. He pays her plenty. I have Eloise, and Eloise has me. One happy family.
Strangely, Joy likes helping down here with the club. She feels she�s doing her
bit for people less fortunate than her. That�s my story Sam. How about you?�
Sam explained
the set up with The Club, how it had formed and grown. He realised how
fortunate he was compared to Joe.
�Do you mind
if I ask you something, Sam?� asked Joe. �You know, a favour, a big favour?� He
looked steadily at Sam. �I really love my girls, truly. I have never touched
them as I promised, just Eloise. But I want to help them, like you help your
girls. I will never be able to pay for the things like college or university,
but I do what I can for them. What if we did a deal, you and me? What if you
invited my girls to come over to the U.S.? You pay for them, treat them, take
them places, show them around, perhaps take them on one of your camping trips.
In return, you can, how shall we call it, give them some education. No holds
barred. I will talk to them first, before they go. I will make it clear what�s
expected of them, what the deal is, if they want to come on the trip. I get
nothing out of it, but my girls get a trip of a lifetime, and you get, well,
you know what you�ll get. Ten virgins and my Eloise. What do you say, Sam?�
Sam was
reeling at the thought. Eleven more notches on his bedpost. He had to think
about it for a while, for at least �. two seconds. He held out his hand. �Yeah,
Joe, you got yourself a deal.� Sylvia smiled, nodding her agreement.
Sally wandered
over and tapped Sam on the arm. �Daddy, the girls and I have been talking,� she
said, �and we thought it would be nice if we did a song for the Apple Club.�
�That�s a
great idea,� replied Sam. �What do you want to sing?�
�Well,� she
said pensively, �we only know one song. We did it at your wedding, you know, it
was, �Arms� by Christine Perri. What do you think?�
�I think it
would be perfect, Sally,� he smiled, �perfect.�
The Choice
Club girls stepped onto the low platform in two lines, with the shorter girls
at the front. Sally played the intro and on queue, the girls started to sing
the haunting song. They sang in two part harmony. It was exquisite.
The first
verse went: �I never thought that
You would be
the one to hold my heart
But you came
around
And you
knocked me off the ground from the start
You put your
arms around me.�
�
By the time
they reached the final lines, there wasn�t a dry eye in the room. Especially
Sylvia, who was so suddenly reminded of her wonderful wedding day.
Afterwards,
the girls all milled around for a while and played various games with each
other, while Sam, Sylvia and Joe sat and chatted. Sally and Eloise had hit it
off really well. They were playing table tennis together followed by a game of
pool. Afterwards, they sat side by side texting each other, grinning and
chatting.� Sylvia noticed they were
moving their hands around, as if describing something. After a while, they
called the other girls over to them, and a thirty three girl conference took
place, with lots more hand waving. The adults wondered what they were cooking
up, because clearly they had something in mind.
Without any
preamble, or prompting, the girls all moved back to the stage and stepped up,
forming three lines across the platform, again the tallest at the back, the
shortest and youngest at the front. Sally had sat back down at the piano, and
struck up a long intro, during which the performers moved around, stepping left
and right in simple movements. Then Sally struck up the unmistakable tune, �The
Stripper�. In an amazingly well co-ordinated routine for one unrehearsed, they
all started seductive and suggestive arm and leg movements. The Choice girls
had blouses on but no knickers, while the Apples girls had knickers, but were
wearing T-shirts. So while the Choice girls undid buttons, the Apples girls
slipped their panties off, then while the blouses were discarded, so too were
the T�s, leaving the whole line up topless, their white skin emphasising their
little brown areol� like a line of dots across the
room. Jasmine and one of the Apples girls were the only dark skinned dancers,
and as if framing the performance, one was at each end of the line out.
Next to be
discarded were the white socks, which they all wore. They all sat down on the
floor, while they lifted first the left, then the right knee, to enable them to
remove the garment, giving the audience of three a tantalising flash of naked
upper thigh, as they did so. Standing again, now wearing just their knee length
skirts, they all slowly loosened the clasps at the waists, and moved the
garments slowly, ever so slowly down, until the waist band of the skirts was
just level with the very top of their clefts, their mounds pressing against the
cloth.
At that
moment, the front row turned their backs to the audience, and dropped their
skirts to the floor, kicking them out of the way. Their lovely small tight
bottoms wiggling as they moved. They then closed up together, their hips
touching, as they remained, showing off their globular bubble bums to three
very appreciative viewers. The second and third row closed up too, hiding
behind the front row. They now also dropped their skirts. Standing naked,
hidden behind the front row, they moved their arms above their heads in a
tantalising motion, swaying, like grass in the wind. The music came to a close.
The three clapped enthusiastically, while the performers grinned at each other.
No one moved
for what seemed like an age, before Sally opened with an old 1967 piece of
music, sounding perfect for the piano �Je t�aime� by Serge Gainsbourg.
Banned at the time by many radio stations, it had caused a sensation for it�s
blatant sexual innuendo, loved by the young, condemned by the establishment,
listened to by all. The performers immediately transformed into a slow
movement, swaying their hips back and forth. The audience could still only see
the bottoms of the youngest girls in the front. But even they were incredibly
sexy, as they bent their knees, parting them slightly, leaning over, making
their rosebuds pop into sight for a moment before disappearing again.
Then,
everything changed. The second and third rows turned, everyone facing away now,
and then they separated, so now they were all visible to Sam, Joe and Sylvia.
They remained like that, as they sank to their knees, going onto all fours.
They dipped their backs, then arched them, undulating their bottoms as they did
so. They parted their knees, just enough to show a small gap, giving the
audience a perfect glimpse of thirty plus peach shaped pudenda peeping out from
between their thighs, their labia all slightly different, some long, some
podgy, some filling the gap between their thighs, like Naomi, some looking
surprisingly small, like Jenny�s or non existent like Suzy�s. The three were
transfixed. This was just so sexy, so arousing, so unexpected.
But then it
got even better. On queue from a change of key from Sally, as she started the
tune again, the girls all rolled over on to their backs. At first, feet out
straight, legs together. Then, they drew their knees up, and parted them
alternately. So as one girl�s opened, the girls either side closed theirs. This
went on for about twenty seconds, every other little vagina popping into view,
then hiding away again, as the next opened. This was just so arousing, so
erotic. It must have been too for the girls, as it was obvious from the glint
of light shining off moisture, they were damp. Many wet. So were the audience.
Then it got even better. Suddenly, all the girls pushed their legs into the
air, straight up, then parted them, then locked their legs around the legs of
their neighbours. The effect was stunning. Every girl�s pussy was now spread
before them, their vaginas and rosebuds seemingly winking out at them.
The tune was
nearing the end, and the grand finale was when every girl reached under their
hips, curling their fingers round their inner thighs, and slowly, painfully
slowly, peeled their pussies apart, showing off their little pink love tunnels.
Even from where he was sitting, Sam could see Joe had been right, every Apples
Club girl seemed to have a hymen. Difficult to be sure from this distance. He
looked forward to checking them out more closely later.
The
performance ended, and the girls all sat up facing the audience, as the
enthusiastic applause resounded around the hall. They didn�t appear embarrassed
and although they picked up their scattered clothes, they didn�t seem in a
hurry to get dressed yet, and most went back to playing their games on their
phones.
�Joe, thanks
for a fantastic evening,� said Sam. �Your girls are just so full of fun. I
can�t wait for them to come over to the States. Do you find it difficult not
doing anything to them? You know, your deal with Joy.�
�Tell me about
it,� replied Joe. �Every time they strip off here. I have a problem. But I know
if I touched one of them, Joy would find out sooner or later. No I�m a lucky
guy, I ain�t going to risk it.�
�This deal
with Joy. She told you that you couldn�t touch any of the Apples girls. Did she
say anything about other girls?�
Joe smiled.
�No, she didn�t. Although it�s tempting. The opportunity never seems to arise.�
�Fancy a
really nice fuck with my Jasmine?� asked Sam, pointing out which one she was.
�The other girls would probably be reluctant as they haven�t got to know you
yet, and I wouldn�t force them. But I know I could ask her and she�d be up for
it, if you�re interested.�
Joe nodded,
not trusting his voice now to reply. Sam caught Jasmine�s eye and waved her over.
She was one of the best fucks in the whole Club, and he loved her deeply. She
had taught him much. She had such a wonderful personality and had such a
wonderful ability in bed. Sam quickly explained what he wanted. She beamed a
bright smile, looking at Joe with a sideways glance, as she nodded. Since
joining The Club, she hadn�t had as much cock as she had been used to, and this
was a welcome request. She moved towards the seated Joe, one of her legs either
side of his bent knee. She gently took his hand, and placing it palm upwards on
his thigh, she straddled him for a moment, lowering her pussy onto him, feeling
his fingers slip a little into her, as she looked directly into his eyes. She
moved back again, and tugged his arm. Joe stood, and took the naked Jasmine by
the hand and moved towards a door at the side of the hall.�
�Oh, Joe,�
called Sam after him, �do you mind if I take a few pictures of your girls?�
Joe, without turning, waved his hand in the air by way of acknowledgement.
Sam turned to
see the girls were running around, some doing hand stands and cartwheels,
giving him an instant erection, some playing table tennis, others just sitting
chatting. A contented group. �Now, Apple girls,� said Sam, in a voice catching
their attention, �who fancies a trip over to the USA?� He knew that would grab
their attention. Lots of hands went up. All of them, in fact. He had their rapt
attention. These girls had hardly been out of the East End of London, let alone
abroad.
�Well, I�ve
been speaking to Joe,� he continued, �and he says if you�d like to come over
and see us that would be OK. We�ll organise your visas and air tickets and
stuff nearer the time. I thought you might like to come camping or perhaps go
to one of the Disney places either in Florida or California. We might even get
to the Grand Canyon, or go up to Yellowstone Park. Perhaps if it works out,
you�ll come back a few times and get to see lot�s of places.�
The girls,
oblivious of their nakedness, were crowding round him now, and Sam had no problem
in cuddling some of them into his side, copping a feel. This was going to be a
relationship suiting them and him.
�Now, if you
want to come,� he said, getting his little HD camera out of his pocket, �I�d
better get a few pictures of you to remind me who�s who. Right, who�s first?�
The girls were almost pushing each other trying to be first.
�OK,� he said,
as Eloise took leader�s privilege, �first of all, stand, feet together, hands
to your side, smile,� click, �that�s great, now feet apart, excellent. Good,
next, sit on the edge of the Stage, Eloise, legs over the edge. Yes, that�s
right. Now lift your feet up onto the edge either side of your bum, and lean
back on your elbows. Well done. Now push your knees apart as far as you can and
then bring your hands under your thighs and pull yourself open with your
fingers. Down a little, get them inside a bit more then pull outwards. That�s
right, so I can see right inside you. No not like that, let me show you, I�ll
pull you open, you don�t mind do you? You try it. That�s a good girl. Now look
between your knees at the camera and give me a big smile. That�s great. Now let
me just get a couple of nice close up shots. Oh, you�re quite wet, aren�t you.
Yep, great, all done. Who�s next?� It only took about twenty minutes or so. Sam
had photographed and touched every one of them. Sylvia, cottoning on had �come
to help� and they both had a very arousing time.
They were just
finishing the last one, a seven year old cockney girl with a grubby face, long
matted ginger red hair, green eyes and lots of freckles, body odour and a
bottom that hadn�t been washed recently. Sam felt sorry for the tyke. Being
poor was no one�s fault, but being neglected was; or it was in Sam�s mind.
�What�s your name, darling,� he asked her.
�Amber,� she
said, �because of the colour of me Yogi.�
�Your what?�
asked Sam bemused.
�Me Yogi,� she
repeated, �you know, Yogi bear � hair. Don�t you know nuffink,
mister? Joe said you was clever.� She beamed a beautiful smile at him. He
melted. He knew he would love her personality, and probably more besides in
time. �Well, Amber, see that girl over there with similar coloured hair to
yours,� he said pointing, �her name is Amber too, just like you.� He watched,
as she scampered over to chat to her namesake.
when Joe came
back in, doing up his zipper. Jasmine skipped over to her friends, giggling.
She put her hand between her thighs brought it our, and showed what was there
on her fingers around the group. Several leaned down to smell it, glancing across
at him with interest. She was explaining to them that Joe had one of the
thickest cocks she�d ever seen. �I thought I wasn�t going to manage it.�
�Well, thanks
again Joe,� beamed Sam, I hope the evening went as well as you�d hoped. I�m
looking forward to the Apple girls coming over. We�ll plan a trip really soon.
Did you enjoy Jasmine? She has an imagination doesn�t she? Thinks of positions
you�ve never dreamed of.�
�I�ll say,�
said Joe, wistfully, �I�ve never had a girl drop herself onto my cock freefall
before. I�ll be thinking of that for days.�
�Yes, good
trick that,� smiled Sam. �It�s one of her party pieces.�
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CHAPTER 96
The
Double-Decker Pecker
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As soon as
they were back at the hotel, Sam needed to get relief and quickly. It was all
very well having a new gift of fast recovery, but he�d endured a whole evening
of teasing and tantalising titillation, leaving him on an all time high. Sally
was giggling at him all the way back from the Apples Club. �You goof, Daddy.
We�ll look after you. You�ll just have to be patient, that�s all.� She laughed
when he growled in reply.
They hadn�t
been in the suite for more than a couple of minutes, before Sally called Alice,
Lucy and Hannah over. They were next on the list. He wasted no time at all, and
in a matter of seconds, Alice was crying out her climax, as he slammed into her
deepest part, her legs wrapped around his middle, her bum resting on a seat
back. She too had got herself very worked up during the evening. She was
wondering if finding other naked girls attractive was OK. She would talk to
Hon-Syl about it later.
Meantime she
concentrated on feeling Daddy�s cock pounding into her deepest part, giving her
that wonderful feeling each thrust. She knew he was building up to a big one,
and suddenly, she felt him pouring into her, spurting hard again, and again.
She knew it was loads. She could feel it running down her bum crack already, as
he still pounded into her. He�d changed in the last couple of days, she
thought, but only for he better. Even as he throbbed inside her, his pulses
felt better, stronger somehow.
As he calmed,
Alice felt a wonderful peaceful feeling sweep through her. She was completely
sated, but it was more than that. She felt warm, cosy, loved, as though she
needed nothing further, every desire fulfilled. She�d never felt that before,
as if he had given her some balm as he ejaculated into her. She�d heard the
other girls talking about it earlier. They�d all said the same. Daddy had
changed, somehow nicer.
It was only
moments after he pulled out of
As he pulled
out of Hannah, her pussy swollen, flushed with desire, fulfilled desire, semen
dripping from her in spoonfuls, her expression one of complete satisfaction, a
feeling of rest deep down inside her.
Sam saw that
Sally had already lined up the last two girls. The only two he hadn�t cum in
today,
At first anyone
observing wouldn�t have been able to read their faces, as they processed his
idea. Then they looked at each other, blushed as they exchanged glances a
second time, smiled a little sly �this is really naughty� grin, turned to him
and nodded. Sam knew this would be good. He knew he was about to experience
something exceptional. Sally sat across from them. She knew what was about to
happen. She knew what Daddy was thinking, what he wanted now. She knew what
every Club member was thinking. She somehow just knew. She got up from the
chair, went to a bedroom, and came back with Lizzie�s red fluffy ropes and a
large duvet, which she spread across the big table in the middle of the room.
When she was
happy, Sally passed one of the red ropes around both girl�s left legs near the
ankle, a couple of times, and tied it off. She repeated this for the right
legs. To make sure their legs remained together, she also tied their thighs in
a similar way. The two were now bound together as one.
Neither
Mandy lowered
her chest to her sister�s, their nascent nubs pressing together, flat but very
sensitive, very tender. She pressed her lips gently to her sister�s mouth,
heralding a kiss that would last for the next twenty minutes without pause,
their tongues intertwining in a tussle of love. Their hands ran up and down
each other�s flanks, exploring, caressing, adoring.
Sally, knowing
they were ready, nodded to Lizzie and Vicky, who then slowly parted the two
girls� legs. Their pussies spread open, their vaginas peeling apart almost
simultaneously, glistening, almost inflamed. Further and further apart they
went, the thighs of the two flexible gymnasts exactly suited to this, until
their feet were well back over the edge of the table, where Lizzie and Vicky
gently held them in place. Already, Mandy�s pearlescent arousal had started to
flow from her, rolling down, down passed her clit and dimple, before merging
into Sandy�s cleft, where the volume doubled up before flowing onwards, getting
soaked into the duvet beneath her.
Sam, now
breathing hard with anticipation, having watched the two nine year olds�
enthusiasm, stepped towards the table, his tumescent cock as rigid as a steel
pole, despite having cum three times in the last forty minutes. He was dripping
on the carpet, his pulse pounding, his crown bouncing in time with it. Every
eye in the room was watching his shaft, anticipating what would happen next. He
moved to the table and stood between their thighs, his cock nestled up against
their clefts. He leaned down whispered in their ears and explained what he was
going to do. They both nodded, not trusting their own voices to speak.
He pressed his
crown to Sandy�s cleft, and spread his pre-cum along her valley. It was more
out of habit than necessity, because she certainly didn�t need lubrication, she
was so aroused already. The flared rigid head of his cock was so rampant, it
had pushed itself through his foreskin. Pressing down to her vagina, and
applying pressure, he popped through her tight entry in moments. He waited a
second, before pushing deeper, feeling her passage peel open. Pressing deeper
and deeper, he bottomed out, feeling the nine year old�s cervix pushing back
against him. He withdrew and pressed in again, acclimatising Sandy�s vagina to
his thicker-than-usual cock.
After about a
minute of gently fucking her, he pulled out of her completely. She sighed as if
feeling the loss. He lifted his cock barely an inch, and pressed his crown now
into Mandy�s cleft. He repeated exactly the same process, quickly getting his
cock deep into the child. As before, he gently fucked her for a full minute,
before pulling out, and dropping his crown back to Sandy, fucking her as if
he�d never left her. After a few seconds, Sandy started to gasp and snort, she
bucked her hips, even under the weight of her friend and sister, lifting them
both. She was climaxing. Climaxing hard. It was too soon, she wanted more,
much, much more.
All too soon
for Sandy, she felt him pull out again, as he re-entered Mandy, carrying on
where he�d left off. She too started to climax, the two girls now gasping for
breath together. What was happening was that as Daddy�s cock, fucked into
Mandy, the swell and movement against her clitty was so intense, it kept her
cuming, until he again pushed back into her moments later, when the same thing
happened to Sandy.
Soon, both
girls were incoherent with their moans and gasps, as their multiple orgasms
continued non stop, while Daddy pushed into one, fucking her for a while,
before pulling out and back into the other in a smooth swap. Sam, though, felt
the signs. He was going to cum and he knew it was going to be a monster. Who
should he give it to? Too late to worry, because he�d just bottomed out in
Sandy again, as he felt himself blast into her an enormous pulse. It was so
violent, it was painful. He�d never felt anything like it. He came and came and
came. His ears were ringing, the veins at his forehead pulsed. Finally, after
several minutes, he stopped, waiting for his mini pulses to kick in, but, no,
they didn�t. He was still rampant, and already, wanting more. He pulled out of
Sandy, and pressed again into Mandy, feeling her orgasmic clenches on his cock
immediately he pushed in. She was still cuming, as if he�d never pulled out.
He quickly
built up his pace. He felt the pressure in his loins as though he hadn�t cum
for a week. Faster he went. The two girls calling out together, their gasps and
sharp intakes of breath merging into one. He pulled out and thrust again into
Sandy, sending her climax up to the heavens. She�d never ever felt anything
this good. She was full of his cum. Every time he thrust into her, she felt a
wave of intense pleasure wash through her. Suddenly he was out of her, but her
climax never abated. He thrust again into Mandy, whose orgasm hadn�t diminished
for a moment. It seemed his pace increased. She knew what was going to happen.
Suddenly, she felt a moment of pain, as he swelled deep inside her, and the
familiar pulse of wetness forcing itself further into her deepest parts. Her
orgasm went up another level. She was trying not to pass out. This was the best
moment of her life, and she wanted to live it to the full.
Sam slowed, in
time with the pulses of his orgasm. It had been so intense, so vivid, so mind
numbing. He glanced at Sally. He knew the only thing which could possibly
surpass this, was what would happen later, when everyone else was asleep. She
smiled at him and nodded slightly.
Sam thought
about starting again on Sandy, but saw that she was almost out of it, barely
conscious, and Mandy was the same. He rested there for several minutes, letting
his pulse slow, his tumescent cock return to normal and the girls to recover.
Sylvia was almost nudging him out of the way by the time he pulled himself
free, and spent the next ten minutes attending to her prot�g�s, cleaning them,
sucking them, caressing them.
�Well, Daddy,�
quipped Lizzie, �I don�t know how we score a double-decker, but it was fifty
two for Sandy and fifty one for Mandy. Do we count it as a hundred and three?
It�s definitely a record. Fucking hell, what a score!�� The tinkle of laughter mixed with cheers and
applause echoed around the room signalled the mood had returned to normal.
Sam wasn�t
surprised that the girls wanted to get to bed. It had been a long day, and very
active. Every one of them had experienced Daddy cuming in them and that was
always tiring for the little girls, albeit very pleasurable. He knew she would
be there, and he knew tonight would be different. Sally crawled up on top of
him, in her place of privilege, which no other girl had ever challenged. He
waited until he knew everyone was asleep before he moved. The time hadn�t been
wasted, though, because they had a silent conversation, staring into one
another�s eyes. It was almost dark in the bedroom, but they could see the
others expressions as though it was daylight.
Love seemed to
flow from the one to the other and back, as though somehow, they were one
being, the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and end, man and woman in one. They
both knew their relationship, if that�s what it now was, had transcended their
limited understanding. It had always been close, but now, it was as if their
minds had merged. Two minds thinking as one.
He hadn�t
realised she had impaled herself on him, he was so deep in thought. He only
became aware as he felt her hips moving in a frantic curling motion back and
forth. She came, her eyes looking deep into his. She slowed, then she did
something unusual. She pushed up from him and lifted herself up, looking
between her thighs. He was mostly in her, but she wanted it all. She lowered
herself. He could feel her cervix pushing back at his end, adding pressure. She
pressed more, then he felt a popping sensation. She winced slightly and
suddenly she sank down the extra inch or two, her groin pressed hard to his
pubis. She brought herself down again, her little lemon sized breasts pressing
to his chest and cuddled him close, as if he might try to escape.
They both knew
this was going to be a long night and neither resented or regretted it. On the
contrary, both knew something special was about to happen, like a rebirth or
confirmation of their bond.
During that
memorable night, they never separated once. His cock clamped by her cervix held
fast. They fucked, kissed, caressed, slept briefly and fucked again. She on
top, lying on their side, face to face, he on top, both lying on their backs,
bum to bum, heads at opposite ends of the bed. They had explored each other
with their finger tips, every nook and cranny intimately familiar to the other.
But never once did their union break. He had cum in her womb seven times. She
counted them. Every single time she felt the enormous pressure as he throbbed
more and more semen into her. It was endless and the fluid was pressed deeper
into her. She was full of it and she loved it. But not a drop of semen had
leaked. Not one drop. She knew, in the morning, she would not let Hon-Syl come
to her. This was special. This one time, she wanted it all for herself, and
there was a lot of it. She held him close to her, as once again he came. His
semen pumping into her, the effect in her womb like an hydraulic pump pushing
at her insides. Every time he thrust into her, she heard and felt a squelching
sound, a bit like when her tummy rumbled, but louder. She had cum continuously
for what seemed like hours. She had completely lost track of time. Glancing at
the bedside clock, she read 4:30. Finally, she fell into a deep, deep sleep.
Sally woke. It
was dawn. It took her a moment to collect her thoughts. She felt movement, as
she felt his pulses diminishing deep inside her. She felt the swelling as his
cock throbbed in her sending her over the edge, her own clenches reigniting his
passion, sending him into yet another climax. A cycle of mutual arousal
continued for several more minutes, until eventually, they calmed, looking into
each other�s eyes. Absolute trust, unconditional love and mutual respect had
supplanted everything that had once been there. He lay back, feeling his cock
twitch deep inside his lover, as it finally shrivelled, remaining just within
her vagina. He had lost count of how many times he had cum, but they had made
love all night. Most of it she had slept through. But he did a rough count up.
He�d been in her for over six hours. They hadn�t stopped and he reckoned he�d
cum in her fifteen or sixteen times. This was now the first time he�d felt
sated in over twenty four hours. He felt wonderful. Somehow, he knew she did
too. Words no longer necessary.
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CHAPTER 97
The Healing
Touch
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Sam was the
first person in the hotel to get down for breakfast. He was still eating two
hours later. All the time in the army, in
Knowing they
wouldn�t be ready to go out on the town anytime soon, he asked whether anyone
was ready to go back to the room with him. They didn�t need telling why, and
from their sheepish grins, they all knew. First back upstairs with him were
Naomi, Daisy, Jenny and Sophie, all the seven year olds, along with Nancy and
Suzy. The six, had been told by Sally what was expected, and had started to
strip off as soon as they got into he suite.
Sally had
arranged for him to have a very special treat four seven year olds, one after
the other. There was a reason why the other two were there though. He was in
for a shock. A very pleasant shock. Nancy and Suzy went off to play a game for
a while. Sally had told them to wait until after the youngsters had each been
properly fucked.
Sam wasted no
time, and was anxious to get his hands and eyes on the little seven year old
girls� bodies. The anticipation of doing a mass fuck was really erotic and
arousing to him. He spent a few minutes running his hands over them. He�d lain
them in a row on the long settee, one beside the other, their little bums
hanging over the edge, while they cuddled their knees to their chests. He moved
along them, orally explored each of them, surprised how they responded,
murmuring with pleasure, becoming wet, wriggling into him, enjoying it.
Soon, it was
time, and he pressed his tip into Sophie�s cleft, watching as her pink labia
turned white under the pressure, but then pink again, as he popped through her
incredibly tight entry. He paused for a moment, before pushing on, feeling her
passage reluctantly peel open to his intrusion. Sam had realised that in the
last couple of days, either his girls had got tighter, or he�d got thicker. He
suspected the later. �It may cause difficulties,� he thought, �if and when he
broke in very young virgins in the future.� He�d have to worry about that when
the time came.
He felt his
crown swell as he hit her end, four inches in. She grunted, suddenly smiling up
at him. A radiant smile which said how much she was enjoying this. He�d only
fucked her the previous day, and yet she wasn�t sore, wanting more. That alone
should have forewarned him that something had changed. He pulled back and
pushed in again, back and in faster, building pace. Soon he was pistoning into
her, watching her clitty getting dragged into her depths as he pushed deep into
her, five inches now, then as he pulled out, so too she seemed to turn inside
out, her pink interior curling into a tight ring around his shaft, before he
pressed in once more. The child was soon grunting, her breaths now little
gasps, panting, her climax on the verge of blossoming. Suddenly, Sophie gasped
again, and held her breath. He timed it perfectly, because suddenly, they both
erupted together, he gasping, she letting her breath go in a huge �whooosh�. He blasted into her, his semen pumping deep into
her immature womb, pulse after pulse of utter carnal pleasure for them both. He
spurted and spurted. They finally paused, as she slowly settled down, catching
her breath, looking lovingly up at her Daddy. He rested a moment, before
pulling out from her, and cuddled her to his chest, his wet, slippery cock
pressed to her lovely, hairless, mound, nestling into her cleft, her tiny
dimple full of damp.
He lowered her
back into the seat and let her relax. He shuffled sideways along to the next in
line, who happened to be his daughter Jenny. Within moments, he was repeating
what Sophie had just enjoyed. He thought for a moment about
Sam had just
pulled out of Daisy, the forth and last of the seven year olds, when Sylvia,
Sally and all the other girls returned from their breakfast They glanced at
him, smiled knowingly, and went about getting their things together ready for
the day. Shortly, Sally came over to join the six girls and Sam, sitting down
in the middle of the settee.
�Did it go
well?� she asked, looking at the little ones, who nodded at her and were all
smiling, contented, glad their Daddy wanted them as much as the �big girls�.
Pleased he seemed to like them too. Little did they know they were his absolute
favourites. They were so tight. The four youngsters scampered off to join their
friends and tell them how good it had been.
�Did you tell
him?� Sally asked, looking at Nancy and Suzy.
Ten year old
Suzy shook her head. �No, we haven�t had a chance till just now. He�s been really
busy, making the little ones squeal and squawk, then you all came back,� she
said, looking at Sally. Suzy and Nancy now had the settee to themselves. They
were sitting side by side, completely naked, as everyone was in the suite. They
were hugging their knees to their chests, as many girls do when relaxing.
�Do you want
to tell him, or shall I?� continued Sally. It was obvious the two wanted her to
explain.
�Tell me
what?� asked a bemused Sam.
Realising
something special was about to happen, all the other Club girls, together with
Sylvia, suddenly appeared as if from nowhere, crowded around, and waited.
�Daddy,�
started Sally, carefully picking her words, �you know you seem to be able, you
know, do it, you know, more than before, one girl after another?� She grinned
at him, and cast her glance around the room, several girls also grinning and
nodding in agreement. Cocking one eyebrow, she continued: �and, you know how I
said you�d been given other gifts?� He nodded, now totally confused.
�Well,� she
said quietly, �one of the gifts is the gift of healing.� Sally looked at him
steadily, the grin gone. She was in earnest.
�What do you
mean healing,� he asked, �no one�s sick are they? �What do you mean healing?�
he repeated.
Sally looked
at Suzy and Nancy meaningfully, waving her hand towards them. �You�ve healed
them,� she said in such a soft voice he almost missed it
Sam blinked.
There were times, like for most men, when female communication simply got the
better of him, and this was one of those times. The two girls were perfectly
well, and in high spirits, as they had been continuously ever since they had
joined The Club. They looked perfectly normal. Then it dawned on him. That was
the whole point, they looked perfectly normal.
The two still
sitting on the settee, clutching their knees to their chests, hadn�t moved.
They had wondered how long it would take Daddy to notice. Sam moved over to
them, and dropped down onto his knees, leaning towards them, his elbows now
resting on the seat edge. He couldn�t believe his eyes. He kept looking at
their pussies, one then the other, back and forth. They looked �normal� He
carefully moved his fingers to Suzy�s labia. He was so gentle, it looked like
he thought she was made of glass. But what he was feeling was her labia. Fully
formed, full, rounded and pouting. He placed his hands on her feet, and clasped
them, one in each hand and looked up at her face, seeking unspoken permission.
He pulled her slowly towards him, and as he did, lifted her feet upwards and
outwards. She now had a deep cleft. At the top was a deep dimple. Her cleft was
as deep as Naomi�s, and as beautiful as Alice�s. It was gorgeous. Her clitoris
cowl extended half way down her cleft, merging into her vulva. He lowered her
legs, and rolled her over. Her bottom, which had previously been flat, without
any curve, virtually no crack at all, was now full, firm to his touch,
voluptuous. He pressed with his thumbs and peeled her cheeks apart. Her deep
crack tantalizingly displayed her rosebud, and below, she now had a beautiful
peach shaped pussy pushing out between her thighs, where once there had just
been a gap. All The Club girls were looking over his shoulders, whispering
excitedly to each other, pointing, amazed. Some even reaching down, carefully
touching their friend, feeling her new firm perfect shape.
Sam, almost
unable to tear his eyes away from Suzy�s beautiful pussy, finally moved to the
side, where Nancy still sat, holding her knees. It only took one glance at her,
and what he saw took his breath away. Her clamped up tight entry was now full.
She saw him looking now, and slowly pulled her knees apart. Her labia spread
open, and with them, her vagina popped open. He could see mucous stretch across
her opening, like shiny moist spiders� webs. Even as he looked, he could see
further and further into her, as her passage opened to his inspection. Although
she had no hymen, it having been sacrificed during her dilation treatment, she
was still a virgin. The only one in the room. He wondered if she would like to
enjoy her first time now, with all her friends present. Sally knew what he was
thinking, and walking behind the settee, she leaned over and whispered in her
ear. Nancy�s face lit up. She nodded. She felt this was going to be like a new induction,
a new beginning.
She slid down
in the seat, sliding her bottom towards Daddy, lifting her feet up and resting
them on his shoulders as she did so. Sam needed no further invitation. Already,
his cock was bar hard, following his gyn�cological
inspection of Suzy and the revelation of Nancy�s healed condition. All he had
to do was shuffle forward a few inches, and his cock came into contact with her
cleft. Already, pre-cum was weeping from his tip, and� as they came into contact, a little
glistening moist runnel ran down her valley, over the recess of her vagina,
ending at her rosebud. He grabbed his cock, and ran the tip up and down her
cleft several times.
Sam using his
thumbs, pulled her labia apart gently, and seeing her depths open again, carefully
pressed his tip into her pink entry. Already, her own arousal was flowing from
the eight year old child, joining his slippery pre-cum, making the movement
between them frictionless. She had so enjoyed the anal sex with her Daddy, but
already, she knew a new chapter in her relationship was about to open, a new
exciting experience dawning. She involuntarily jerked her hips forward, and
felt his flared rigid crown of his cock, push into her. She felt an electric
jolt of pleasure. She�d half expected it to hurt, but the opposite was the
case. He was just inside her. He paused, letting her adjust to his intrusion
into her immature passage. Their lubrication was now running down her bum onto
the seat cushion underneath her. Sally quickly found a hand towel and handed to
her. She shoved it under her bum, not wanting to interrupt the ecstatic
feelings now running through her little body.
Sam pressed
forward, and immediately, his cock started the journey into her previously
unexplored interior. Further and further he sank into her. Every eye in the
room, watching her virginity taken, her first time with Daddy. The walls of her
vagina peeled open as he pushed further in, gripping his shaft in a vice like
clasp of exquisite pleasure. His crown just bottomed out against her end, as
his pubis pressed against her vulva. She clamped on his crown, sending shock
waves of pleasure shooting up his shaft. She did it again, and again, as she
crashed into her first orgasm during intercourse. Her eyes were screwed up, her
face a picture reflecting the wonderful feelings overwhelming her at this
moment. Sam knew he wouldn�t be long behind her, and indeed almost immediately
felt the surge from his balls, up through his shaft and out of his crown, deep
into the little girl impaled on him. Pulse after pulse, he surged, lights
flashing around his closed eyes. She had been healed, but her pussy just felt
incredible. Clamping his cock, she felt perfect.
Sam and Nancy
finally calmed down. Her pussy was tingling with what felt like pins and
needles. She had never felt so good in all her life. She certainly wanted that
feeling again, and as soon as possible. Doing it up the bum had been OK, but
she never dreamed this would be so much better.
�Was that
nice,� asked Lizzie smiling at the child, who was still unable to stand, her
legs were so wobbly, �you just got a score of thirty two?� The girls all
laughed, breaking the tension of the last fifteen minutes. They watched for a
moment, as Hon-Syl moved across to suck out Nancy, always making sure her girls
were clean and ready to go out for the day, as any responsible adult should.
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CHAPTER 98
The West End
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By the time
they got out of the hotel, it was late morning. Joe saluted to Sam in a manner
suggesting they had never met before. Very professional, very English. Some
early rain had cleared, so Sylvia suggested they walk to give the girls some
exercise. After about twenty minutes, they found themselves in Piccadilly. In
the distance, they saw the Ritz hotel on the left hand side, and the Burlington
Arcade on the right.
Sam recognised
the name, so crossed the road and went into one of the earliest pedestrian malls
in the world. The Arcade consists of many small retail outlets,� selling high quality, high priced items from
clothing to antiques. About half way up on the right, Sam saw what he was
looking for, Hancocks the Jewellers. In the window
was a copy of the Victoria Cross medal, which the company had been making for
the government for many decades. Higher up on a display shelf, was a silver
choker necklace, identical to those worn by the girls. Going inside, he
introduced himself to the elderly man behind the counter, who reminded him of
Claude in Cartiers in many ways. He thanked him for
the speed in which the watch strap had been made. Sylvia showed him the
finished item, on her wrist. The man commented on the chokers the girls were
all now wearing, except Sarah. He glowed with the praise they all showered on
him. He explained his brother, who had made the chokers, was the gold and
silver smith, for the company, and had been for six decades.
Moving on,
they spent a while browsing the other shops in the arcade, buying little
presents for their mothers and friends back home. They were ready for lunch by
the time they came out, and found a small corner restaurant, specialising in
producing food quickly for the many office workers nearby. They were out in forty
minutes, and walked on down Piccadilly to Shaftesbury
Avenue. Arriving at the Queens Theatre, they were in good time for the matinee
of Les Mis�rables. Their seats were in the back row
of the stalls. Soon, they were enjoying some popcorn and soda, as they listened
to the orchestra tuning up. The girls were giggling before the performance
started, sharing some secret or other, passing a message down the row of seats,
one to the other. Sally whispered something into Sylvia�s ear. She smiled and
nodded. A message went back again.
The curtain
went up, and the scene opens in the grim prison, followed by Valjean�s parole and theft of the Bishop�s silver. The
girls, especially Sarah, were enthralled with the way the actors drew the
audience in to the play. They were absorbed. Sitting next to Sam, was eight
year old Rosie. In front of her was a large man. She couldn�t see. Sam offered
to swap seats with her. She shook her head, and stood instead. She rested her
elbow and forearm on Sam�s thigh and knee. After a while, she shuffled up to
sit on his lap in a natural movement any child would make. He clasped his arms
around the beanpole figure of the child, nuzzling his nose through her silky
soft, blond hair, as she leaned her head back against his shoulder.
A few minutes
later, Sam was aware Rosie leaned to one side, lifting one buttock off his leg.
She reached beneath her, and lifted her skirt up and out. Leaning the other
way, she did the same, leaving her naked pussy pressing against the rising
bulge of his erection, beneath her. She very subtly clenched her bottom muscles
in a way no observer could have seen. Waiting until she knew he was fully
erect, and now responding, she slid forward a little and reached behind her,
and finding his zip, pulling it downwards, she reached inside and in a moment,
had grabbed his cock and fished it out. He was now pressed up against her naked
bottom, hidden by the material of her skirt. She leaned back, squeezing him
between her bum and his pubis.
Rosie let her
Daddy suffer for a few minutes, squeezing him every so often. She knew he was
now highly aroused. She�d seen the signs often enough. Besides, she could feel
dampness running down her bum. She was also aware of the smirks along the row,
of girls, all knowing what was happening. She lifted herself, as if just
adjusting her position, but in so doing, his cock flipped under her bottom, now
resting between her thighs, pressed to her pussy. She had him where she wanted
him. She waited until there was a lot of action on the stage and quickly
reached under her skirt, pushed his crown back through her cleft, down to her
entry, where it lodged itself, hugged by her labia.�
Sam was in
some discomfort right now, as his cock was nearly bent double. He pulled back
the best he could, without wanting to look obvious, and suddenly felt the
flared ridge of his crown slip through her tight entry. Almost immediately, he
sank deeper and deeper into the child, as his shaft straightened itself,
finding it�s way into her silky soft, damp, interior. He hit her end, making
her clench on him. They both stopped all movement for a minute or two, letting
their bodies adjust. Then a game of �clench� started. First she clenched her
pussy muscles, feeling his chest expand, as he took a breath, gasping silently.
He would then clench, making his crown flex inside her, eliciting a similar
reaction in her.
So it went on.
No one watching them would have any idea what was happening. They were both so
good at keeping their composure. After, perhaps twenty minutes, Sam felt the
unmistakable feeling of Rosie�s vagina clamping down on him in the throes of
her climax. Other than a slight increase in her breathing, no outward sign
could be seen. She was leaning back against his chest, her hands clasped
together in her lap, her unmoving fingers pressed to her mound over her skirt.
Sam�s own arms were round her chest, his fingers interlinked over her heart,
which he could feel beating hard. She was just coming down from her high, as he
too silently blasted into her, his crown pressed hard against her cervix, his
sperm filled semen spurting deep into her womb, from which it would slowly leak
for the rest of the night. Feeling her Daddy cuming inside her, Rosie came
again. She had a damp forehead, where tiny beads of perspiration glittered as
they formed. Other than that, no physical signs of what had occurred could be
seen. They remained unmoving for about ten minutes, just letting their bodies
relax and recover. Shrinking, he slowly withdrew from her, and was relieved when
Sally handed Rosie a handful of Kleenex, which she covertly slipped under her
skirt and pressed to her pussy, as he popped out of her. As soon as the
interval arrived, Rosie was off to the Ladies� toilets almost before the
curtain had closed, followed by Sylvia, who always had spare panties and liners
in her bag. He wasn�t surprised when they only just got back in time for the
second half.
During the
interval, the girls all chatted about the plot and how hard life had been back
in the early nineteenth century, and what a bad man the ruthless policeman Javert was. They all agreed they would boo him each time he
came on stage. Sam noticed when they returned to their seats that he had
Jasmine sitting beside him, where Rosie had been before. He glanced at sally,
who turned her eyes towards him and gave an imperceptible nod.
He was very
fond of Jasmine. He really wished she had a higher intellectual capacity to
have got into college and The Club, but some things were not to be. However, he
had ideas of how to help her get on in life, but time would tell.
She leaned in
to his side. �Hi, Daddy,� she whispered with a grin, �you wanna
fuck me too, now? I�s really horny.� Sam nodded to
her.
�Wait until
the second half starts,� he whispered back, �and people are watching the stage.
Then come and sit on my lap like Rosie did.�
Jasmine
remained in her seat until the performance had been resumed for five or ten
minutes. Her mind was chewing a lot over. She wasn�t really concentrating on
the musical. She knew people thought she was dumb and even stupid. People had
used her, some had abused her. She loved her mum, but she knew life was never
going to be better. Then Sam came into their lives. He was the first person,
other than her mum, to show he cared for her. Really cared. Not just so he
could fuck her, although he did that often enough; no, more than that. He had
looked after her mum, given her a nice job, paid for her to go to Prague with
the other mums, and brought� herself here
to Europe with The Club. She loved the other girls too. They were her friends.
Life was so much better now, and she knew her mum was happy now. She owed Daddy
a lot, and she would do anything for him. Even fuck other men for him if he
asked her to, like Joe, yesterday. And besides, he�d had the thickest cock ever
to fuck her. It had been great.
The intense
feelings Sam was getting were mind numbing. He had completely lost track of the
plot on stage for the last twenty minutes at least. The only thing resonating
in his head were the lines to the song being sung: �When the beating of your
heart, echoes the beating of the drums,� the story onstage reaching a noisy
crescendo.� Jasmine was now sitting on
his lap, leaning against his chest, her arms over his. He was cuddling her to
him, as any adult would a child of eight. Her skirt covered her legs to just
below her knees.
What no one
else could see was his cock was six and a half inches into her vagina. What
they also couldn�t see was the way she was able to manipulate her muscles,
without appearing to move in any way. Her passage was stroking his cock up and
down, like she was fisting him with two hands. Neither seemed to be moving at
all, and yet inside her, a battle of pleasure was taking place, with just one
result guaranteed. When she suddenly clenched hard on his crown for the
umpteenth time, he came hard. Sam was so glad of the months of jerking off in
the corridor, back at school as he watched the naked girls get changed,
learning how to cum silently. He pumped his semen deep into her, blasting his
wet seed again and again. She too was cuming hard. He could feel her rhythmic
clenches announcing her blissful pleasure. The only physical sign he noticed of
her climax, was when her hands tightened their grip on his. On stage, the
finale of the song arrived with the lines: �Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men? It is the music of the people? Who will not be
slaves again!
After they
both settled, and their pulses and breath returned to normal, calm seemed to
pervade the whole audience while, on stage, the death bed scene heralded the
sad end of the story. As far as Sam was concerned, it was one hell of a play,
He�d enjoyed it and the two girls enormously. He vaguely wondered if Victor
Hugo�s character, Jean Valjean had had any lascivious
thoughts about the eight year old Cossette, when she
came into his care. Surely� the man
deserved some return for looking after the child. The girl playing the part had
looked like Rosie�s double. He would have sympathised had he done so.
Over the next
two days, Sam and Sylvia took the girls to the theatre to see Matilda and Mama
Mia. Each time, one or the other of the girls would be permanently cuddled into
their laps. Enjoying hidden activity under their skirts in the dark auditorium.
On one occasion, Sam was nearly caught out, when he was balls deep into Lucy,
while watching the entire cast singing Super Trouper at Villa Donna, when a
young woman in the audience needing to go to the bathroom, urgently, came along
their row, needing to get passed. Sam had to stand to let her by, still hold
Lucy tightly to his chest. The woman squeezed past, rubbing her ass against the
back of Sam�s hand, which was still clutching Lucy�s crotch over her skirt. She
gave him a very odd stare. She may have wondered why she had distinctly felt
his hand rub across her bum, and why he was holding the little girl like that,
or even where the smell of sex came from, but certainly she never guessed what
he was really up to.
Each night
though, Sam enjoyed his girls to the full. Every one of them. Regularly. And,
they enjoyed him too. They had all noticed an odd thing, though. If they were
feeling tired from walking a lot that day, or had cut or bruised themselves
somehow, after he�d fucked them, they always felt refreshed, better, healed.
They all noticed this. After a really good fuck, they felt like they�d just had
a great night�s sleep. Sam wondered if his �gift� could be used somehow to
benefit mankind. Heal people. Sally told him, though, that her �voices� had
said it would only work if he truly loved the person. The only ones he loved,
were his Club girls.
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CHAPTER 99
Home Beckons
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The day before
they were due to head home, early in the morning, Sam had a call on the room
phone. It was Joe. He was on his break, and wanted a quick word. They arranged
to meet in a staff room in the basement, where they wouldn�t be noticed or
overheard. Sam had expected the call, and opened his briefcase and took out an
envelope. Tucking it in his pocket, he headed for the door. Sally looked up
enquiringly. Their silent communication telling her he wouldn�t be long.
Sam and Joe
shook hands warmly. It was as if they�d known each other for years. They had a
common bond, one of mutual trust.
�Thanks for
coming down, Sam,� said Joe. �I spoke to all my girls after you left on Monday.
They�re really looking forward to going to the States. I spoke to them all
together, then one at a time and asked them if they were happy about what was
expected of them if they came over. They all understand, and are happy about
it. They really liked your Club girls, you know, Sam. It was meeting them that
made them realise it was the chance of a lifetime for them.�
Joe pulled out
a thin folder. He handed it over to Sam. �That�s a copy of the file I have,
listing every one of my girls, what their likes and dislikes are, favourite
foods, allergies, home addresses, ages, photographs.� He indicated the file in
Sam�s hand. �You know the sort of thing. I thought you might want to check that
out before they arrive.�
Sam flicked
through the file. It looked comprehensive enough. �I will need parental consent
forms signing for each of them,� said Sam, �I will e-mail you a blank form.
Perhaps you could get them filled in and signed for me.� He pulled out the
envelope in his pocket and handed it to Joe. �Here you are Joe, that�s a little
contribution from me to you. It should cover the expenses. You know, passports,
visas, new clothes, flight costs. I added a bit to help your club a little as
well.� Joe opened the envelope and gasped at the banker�s draft in his hand
�30k. �That should about cover it,� said Sam, smiling at the amazed Joe, who
was still staring at the draft in his hand. �Buy yourself a nice camera with
the change. We can keep in touch, and perhaps, err, you could start a photo
studio. Send me some examples of your, err, work.� They both chuckled. Each
knew exactly the sort of photos Joe might be able to take.
�Where are you
going today, Sam,� asked Joe, �anywhere interesting?
�Someplace
called Windsor,� he replied, �Sylvia wanted to see where Meghan got married.
She has a romantic side.�
�Yeah,� said
Joe, in a resigned voice, �my missus is like that too. Watched the Royal
Wedding on the telly all day, she did. You�ll enjoy the castle, though, full of
history.�
Sam returned
to the suite and found the girls nearly ready for their day trip. The journey
was only about an hour, and they found the 11th century castle fascinating. The
little ones, like every other tourist their age, tried to make the guards, in
their red uniform jackets and black busbies, smile or blink, without success.
The nearest they came to it was when Nancy leaned towards one the soldiers and
whispered: �would you like to feel my pussy?� The poor chap blushed as scarlet
as his jacket coat. The girls skipped away, giggling as they always did. They
toured the gothic St. George�s Chapel, where Prince Harry so recently married
�their� Meghan
Afterwards,
they walked the short distance down the street and over the bridge crossing the
River Thames, into the little town of Eton, famous for it�s school, founded
nearly six hundred years ago by Henry VI. There they saw a number of the boy
pupils walking along the pavement in their dress coats, waistcoats and top
hats. One or two of the girls commented on how smart they looked, although it
sounded as though they were talking with a plum in their mouths. Certainly it
was nothing like their school, although none of them would have swapped being
in their Club for a place in the the �best school in
the world�.
The following
couple of days flew passed. They spent some time in shopping for souvenirs and
presents for friends and family, as well as taking in one or two tourist sites
around the city. In truth, though, although they had all had a wonderful time,
seen places they had only dreamed of and had been thoroughly and regularly
looked after by their Daddy and Sylvia, they were looking forward to going
home.
They bade
farewell to all the hotel staff in the reception area, as they assembled their
belongings, and waited for the coach to take them to the airport. Joe opened
the front door to announce when the transport arrived, and soon they were waved
off, and heading for Heathrow. There was a surprise waiting for them. As they
approached Terminal 4, their bus was directed inside the secure zone, and they
stopped, at the end of the building, directly outside some unmarked doors with
smoked glass panels, which were opened as they stepped off the coach. Inside,
it was clear to them that this was a V.I.P. area, with red carpets and soft
lighting.
Waiting for
them was Sir Richard Branson, who shook Sam and Sylvia�s hands. He smiled
broadly at the girls, his arms spread in welcome. Behind him, Sam saw the
scarlet uniforms of several of the cabin crew, who had been at the wedding and
looked after them on their ill fated flight to
�I have a
little surprise for you,� said Sir Richard, waving them towards the far side of
the room. �You saved many people that night, Sam, and I will always be in your
debt. This is my way of thanking you.�
All their
luggage was stacked into a large four wheeled trailer, pulled by a small
electric powered tractor, which soon disappeared through some doors into the
interior of the building. Check-in was rudimentary. Sam handed a stack of
passports to an immigration officer, who glanced at the pile, tapped the top
one, smiled and waved them through. They walked along a short corridor, passed
the security area, where again they were waved through into a Virgin Atlantic
executive lounge. There, they were handed drinks and canap�s. Sir Richard
glanced at his watch, and nodded at Janine, who moved to the far side of the
room and poised ready to open the door.
Sir Richard
turned to Sylvia and Sam and said, as he shook their hands: �Well, I�ll bid you
farewell. Please let me know when you�re coming over again, I would like to see
you all again; in the meantime, I will leave you in Janine�s very capable
hands.� He turned on his heel, headed back the way they�d come and was gone.
They were
ushered out through the exterior door, expecting to see the concourse, leading
to one of the Dreamliners parked nearby, but instead,
they were outside and the only large aircraft which could be seen was miles
away down the length of the terminal. Instead, Janine directed them towards a
much smaller aircraft, standing a hundred yards away out on the tarmac.
Although it
was in Virgin livery, it was obviously an executive jet rather than the Dreamliner they expected. Inside, the plane was fitted out
for comfort. All the seats were enormous, soft, leather and comfy, with
personal TV screens, computer plug-ins and every luxury that could be imagined.
The girls very quickly made themselves at home in the sumptuous surroundings.
They loved the seats, with push-button controls, reclining them, raising them
and exploring and fiddling with the games choices and other in-flight
entertainment. It was clear no one else was travelling with them. As soon as
they were seated, the doors were closed, the engines started and they were off.
A full two hours earlier than the scheduled departure of the Dreamliner.
Their seating
was to the rear of the aircraft. Further forwards was an open area with a bar
and lounge seating in a circle around a low table. The seats could be turned
towards a large screen TV. Beyond that, to the side of the bar, was a door
leading to the crews� rest area, and fully equipped galley.
Janine busied
herself, settling in her special guests. She was so proud Sir Richard had
personally not only selected her to look after the man who had saved her life,
but had also promoted her for her actions on that fateful night. Starting on
her return to London in two days� time, she would be Virgin Atlantic�s senior
cabin crew manager, her salary doubled. With her were five other crew, all of
whom had flown on the previous trip with her.
She had been
pondering for the last two weeks about something. She was besotted with Sam. He
had saved her life and over three hundred others besides. He was a hunk, and
she felt the unmistakable feeling emitting from her pussy every time he looked
at her with those deep blue eyes, under his golden shaggy hair. She would do
anything for him, as he had done for her, that night. But she�d heard the
unmistakable noises coming from the front of the aircraft that night, after
he�d told her he needed sleep before they landed. What confirmed her
suspicions, though was her discovery after that flight, of a tiny pair of
discarded pink little girl�s panties, under one of the seats. On picking them
up, she immediately felt stickiness under her finger tips; and on inspection,
the unmistakable feel and smell of pre-cum.
She could tell
Sam and Sylvia weren�t in love with the intensity newly-weds usually are. No,
as the group boarded the plane earlier, she saw the body language of the girls
and adults. She cast her mind back and remembered her first time, all those
years ago. She had been about ten then. Her elder cousin, Jim, had come to
stay. He�d been around thirty. About Sam�s age now, she guessed. She�d loved
Jim so much, until they were discovered one day by her mother. She didn�t want
Sam�s life ruined, nor any of The Club girls, as her life, and that of her
cousin Jim, had been fifteen years back. He was due out of prison soon, she
hoped. She wanted to see more of him when he came out. No, she decided, she
wouldn�t make trouble for Sam. She owed him.
It was a
morning flight, and as they were �following the sun�, they would land in L.A.
at about mid-day. So the girls played various games until lunch was served.
Prime rib of beef. It was exquisite. After they�d eaten the magnificent
strawberry Pavlova which was served out, several
declared with smiles that they couldn�t eat another thing for a week.
Afterwards,
before the cabin crew had their break, Sam invited the cabin crew to join them
for a celebratory drink. It was against company policy, but they reluctantly
did so. They all renewed their acquaintanceships as they had been to the
wedding in Paris. Soon after Janine and her girls left them in peace. What no
one had noticed, though, was Janine, when their backs were turned, tipped her
champagne down the sink behind the bar. She wanted a clear head.
About fifteen
minutes later, Sylvia said she would be �just be a minute, and went into the
crews quarters, returning a minute or two later. �They�re all fast asleep,� she
commented, �good stuff, those drops of yours, Sam. Time for Sarah�s induction,
I think.�
Sam�s jaw
dropped open. �You�ve drugged the cabin crew?� he gasped.
�Well,�
replied Sylvia, �I only gave them enough, I think to knock them out for an hour
or so, certainly not much more than two hours. So shall we begin?� Unbeknown to
her, Janine, seeing her friends passing out around her, had realised what had
occurred, and on hearing the door opening, had feigned sleep, to see what
transpired.
Sarah had been
excited all morning. She was the last to be inducted, and knew it would be
special, not just for her, but for every member of The Club. Like the other
girls, she now didn�t bother to wear panties most of the time. She knew Daddy
liked it that way, when he sneaked a little feel of one of the girls from time
to time. The problem was now, without panties on, she kept feeling damp running
down her thighs. She just couldn�t stop thinking about what was to cum. She wondered
if Janine or the other crew had noticed the smell. Sarah had been thinking all
week how she wanted this.
Suddenly,
there was quiet in the cabin, as Sam and Sylvia stood.� Sarah stood up, and walked and stood between
them, turned and faced her friends. She felt the reassuring hands of the two
adults on her shoulders.
�How would you
like this, Sarah,� asked Sylvia. �You�re the last to be inducted, so we felt
this should be extra special.� It was a bit of a leading question, as Sarah had
been talking secretly to Sylvia for a day or two and had asked her for ideas
and advice.
�I would like
to have one for Daddy and one for me,� the little blue eyed nine year old said
boldly, her long blond hair sweeping across her face, as she looked around at
all her friends. There were many puzzled looks before she continued. �We all
know Daddy seems to have changed in the last week. He seems to be able to do it
more than before. So I want him to enjoy the last induction first. He can do it
how he wants, but I think cuming in my bottom would be his choice.� Sam smiled
and nodded. �Afterwards, while Daddy is charging his batteries, Hon-Syl can do
her thing for a few minutes. Then,� she continued, �I want to lie on that table
and Daddy to do it in my pussy. But afterwards, I want everyone to come and
kiss me, you know, down there.� She blushed as she said the last words. She was
embarrassed asking for it, but it was her desire.
�Right girls,�
said Sam, now pulling his sweatshirt off, �everyone get ready. Let�s go.�
All the girls
were giggling, as they stripped off their smart blue travelling Club skirts and
tops, throwing them into a heap in the corner of the cabin, by the bar. They
had realised Sam liked them to sometimes keep on their long light blue knee
length socks when they were naked, and did so this time. They were feeling
extremely horny by now. They always enjoyed inductions. They were extra
special. But they knew this one in particular would be something else again.
The big
leather seats could be adjusted in any direction, so Sylvia spun one around, so
there was lots of space behind it. She reclined the back down until it was
waist height for Sarah, who leaned over the seat to test the position. She
stood again as Sylvia adjusted it up a couple of inches, before bending over it
again, her bottom now high in the air. She adjusted herself a little, lifted
her feet and found she couldn�t rest them anywhere. Seeing her difficulty,
Sandy and Mandy each stepped forward, and held a foot each, lifting them
upwards and outwards, spreading her bottom cheeks wide open. Her little
puckered rosebud slowly, reluctantly, peeled open, it�s dark brown interior
revealing itself. Sally handed Sam a tube of KY she�d got ready to hand. He
expertly removed the cap, placed the nozzle carefully into her little hole, and
squeezed the slimy fluid into the child. She squeaked as the cold greasy liquid
was forced into her rectum.
Sam squeezed a
little more KY onto his finger tip, before replacing the cap and handing the
tube back to Sally. He smeared it around his crown, right on the very tip. He
stepped forwards, finding Sarah�s bottom was at a perfect height for him. He
rested his palms on her globular buttocks and looked down, as his cock pointed
straight at it�s target. He gently nudged her, feeling the warmth of her silky
soft skin on his crown, as it nestled into her tiny soft recess. He had done
this enough times to know exactly how to penetrate a little nine year old,
without hurting her too much. He applied constant pressure and waited for her
dilation to start. The pink rounded skin of her buttocks immediately around her
rosebud turned a pale colour with the pressure of his cock. He felt himself
sinking into her long before the watching crowd could see any progress.
Sarah was
pushing, as if trying to poo, opening up her passage for him, the best she
could. Suddenly she felt his crown pop through her entry, her sphincter muscle
pinching immediately around him, his wide bit now inside her. She forced
herself to relax. She felt him pause, no longer pushing into her. After ten or
fifteen seconds, she felt him pull back a fraction, before pressing in again,
for a moment, sinking a tiny amount more into her. He pulled back again and
pressed in again, repeating the movement over and over, getting deeper every
time, feeling him sink further and further into her bowels. Her clitty was
bursting with need. She felt it had swollen and pushed itself out of it�s home
at the top of her pussy. She could feel it rubbing against the leather seat
every time he pushed her forwards. She knew she would cum in a moment. She
couldn�t believe it would happen so soon, and not only that, when he was up her
bum! Her orgasm was mind numbing for her. She saw lights spinning behind her
closed eyelids, as the momentous pleasure of her climax washed over and over
her. She was unaware of her cries of sheer pleasure she muttered out loud.
Sarah had
loved her few weeks in The Club. Ever since he had caught her masturbating that
night during the auditions, and he had taken her virginity, she had loved it
every time he�d fucked her. It seemed to get better and better each time.
There�d now been so many good times, like the day of his wedding in the toilet
and that time she just watched TV, sitting on his lap, his cock deep, deep
inside her for over an hour, making her cum over and over. She, like the other
girls had been fucked almost every day in the last week. She hadn�t needed to
masturbate once since coming to
She knew when
Sam was going to cum. She always felt the subtle change in his movements, as
well as the swelling in his shaft and crown, deep inside her. He�d only
buggered her a couple of times before today, but she recognised the warnings
even now. She also knew now that anal sex would be one of her favourites for
ever. She might be only nine, but this was just heaven.
Sam had held
back as long as he could. Almost from the start, he�d felt the little blond
clamping on his cock, and he didn�t want to cum too soon. It had been with
almost superhuman willpower he�d held back as long as he had, but he realised
he was beyond the point of no return. He roared as he came, blasting deep into
her bowels. Pulse after pulse, erupting like several small explosions into her.
As he looked down, every time he pulsed, he watched his shaft swell, expanding
her rosebud, making her grunt. He never thought his pedo sex could ever get
better, and he was constantly surprised, time and again. Fuck, but did she feel
good, squeezing pleasure again and again into his cock. Finally it ended. He
remained still, just letting things calm. It was only now, he glanced up to see
Janine standing by the crew door.
Janine had
waited until Sylvia had left the crews� quarters. She quietly got up, and using
the fisheye spy hole in the interconnecting door, watched what was going on. As
events unfolded, she couldn�t help but lower her hand down over her uniform
skirt, pressing against her pussy, clutching her fingers in underneath. She
watched closely as the girls all stripped off. She was very surprised how sexy
she found this, but nothing as good as when she saw her hero naked for the
first time, his erection sticking out upwards from his lean muscled body. She
watched as he went behind the little girl with the long blond silky hair, as
she bent over the seat. Her eyes went wide, as she realised he was going to
sodomise the child, then gasped as he actually penetrated her and then
unbelievably, the girl started to cum, clearly enjoying this immensely. All the
other girls, were naked too, and had their backs to Janine, as they watched
closely what happened. Most seemed to be playing with themselves. Some did so
in pairs for each other. There was no coercion here, they had clearly done this
before, and were all obviously enjoying themselves immeasurably. Janine was
incredibly aroused. She hadn�t felt like this since Jim had fucked her all
those years ago.
Without
realising it, Janine�s fingers were now well inside her panties and down into
her pussy. She was unaware how wet her cleft had became in the last few
moments. As she watched, she realised she wanted more, needed more. She
carefully moved her hand to the door handle and opened it a few inches. No one
saw her slip through the small gap, closing the door silently behind her. She
stood stock still in the corner, watching, listening, her hand slipping back
again into her wet panties. Her unexpected orgasm suddenly overwhelmed her, the
sounds of her hand squelching in her pussy and her soft moans, lost in the
noise of the aircraft roar and over twenty little girls climaxing and chatting
and laughing.
Sam�s
expression was a picture. His jaw had dropped, his body frozen in as guilty a
pose as any pedo has ever tried to explain away; his shrivelling cock still
embedded in the bum of a naked nine year old child. Neither he nor Janine knew
what to say. Suddenly, all together, every eye turned to see what he�d been
looking at. There was a collective sharp intake of breath and one or two little
nervous giggles. The spell was broken, as Sylvia calmly walked over to Janine,
smiled and simply gripped Janine�s wrist pulled her hand from her panties and
lifted it to her nose smelling her fingers.
�Was it a nice
one Janine?� she asked, with a smile, bringing Janine�s hand up to her own
face. �Did you enjoy it?� She licked each of the woman�s fingers in turn.
Janine was rooted to the spot. A mixture of shock, extreme arousal and
confusion befuddling her senses.
Sylvia knew
the only way to save this difficult situation was to involve Janine, and the
best way to do that was to keep her on the back foot. Don�t give her time to
think. She�d seen the way Janine had looked at her husband, even as early as
the last flight, and at the wedding. Sylvia was extremely perceptive. She knew
what was going on in Janine�s mind.
�Would you
like to see what happens next, Janine?� asked Sylvia. �Would you like to see
Sam fuck her properly, right now? Would you like to touch him while he does it?
Would you?�
�But he�s just
err cum, I saw him,� she stuttered, �he can�t.. he won�t be able.. surely he�,�
she saw Sylvia�s expression, �yes, yes, OK.�
Sam just stood
open mouthed listening to the conversation. His hands still clamped to Sarah�s
globular bum, his cum seeping from her, running down her pussy, almost to her
clitty. Sandy and Mandy likewise, still holding her legs, their mouths open,
frozen like statues.
Finally, he
came to his senses, as Sylvia pushed him out of the way, and while still
holding Janine�s hand, knelt down and pressed her face into the childs pudenda.
She saw the runnel of cum, and scooped it up with her tongue, pressing hard
into the girl�s soft hairless cleft as she did, up across her vagina and into
the valley of her bum, sucking the semen as it seeped out.
�Would you
like to taste him, Janine?� Sylvia asked, only her eyes moving away from Sarah
to Janine, �Would you like to do what I�m doing and taste Sam�s hot cum? You
can if you like.�
Sylvia moved
to the side, and pulled Janine�s hand, which she still held firmly, bringing
her down behind Sarah, where she�d just been kneeling. Janine, almost in a
dream, placed her two hands either side of Sarah�s bottom and leaning forward
watched, as slowly another surge of cum seeped from the child�s rosebud,
running down the valley between her cheeks, pearlescent with little brown
specks. She couldn�t believe the overwhelming feelings of lust she had sweeping
through her, as if an unknown dam of desire had suddenly burst within her. Her
tongue reached out, and lapped carefully into Sarah�s anus, tasting Sam�s semen
for the first time. She almost came right then and seemed oblivious of the
little fingers reaching beneath her, caressing her from behind, stroking her,
reaching into her damp panties. She also seemed oblivious to the twenty plus
girls, all studying her with amazement and interest. Certainly she never knew
about or saw the little camera filming her, ensuring her future silence.
Janine could
have been eating Ambrosia, the food of the
Finally, she
calmed, still lying on her front. She propped herself up on her elbows and
looked up. Twenty two little naked girls all smiled down at her. They all knew
just how she felt.
�Would you
mind just moving across a little?� said Sylvia to her quietly, �it�s just that
we�re in the middle of a Club induction. You�re welcome to watch if you like.
But we have a house rule, no clothes allowed.�
Janine managed
to get onto her hands and knees and moved to one of the seats, and used it to
support herself as she got to her unsteady feet. Turning, she saw that Sarah
was now being held by four of her friends, two either side. She was now facing
upwards, her weight still on the seat back, but she was� being held horizontal by the guiding hands of
the four girls. Sylvia looked at Janine, and nodded again at her scarlet
uniform, raising her eyebrows in a silent message. Janine unconsciously started
to undress. As her clothes fell to the floor one by one, she was already
mesmerised by what was happening.
Sam stepped
forward. His long, thin, rigid cock pointing skywards, wobbling slightly, as he
moved. Janine couldn�t believe her eyes. She�d just seen him cum in a most
spectacular way when he buggered the child. She�d seen and tasted huge amounts
of his semen. He shouldn�t be ready again for,�. what,�. hours? And yet she
could see he was. Even pre-cum was dribbling from his tip in a long string. She
watched as he eased between the nine year old girl�s thighs. She couldn�t take
her eyes away, as he pressed his crown to her tiny, open vagina. She could see
the child�s vulva bulge out with the pressure as he pressed in. He brought his thumbs
to the sides of her pussy, and eased her lips apart, and suddenly, his crown
disappeared into her. He paused for a moment, looking at the girl. She smiled
at him and gave him a little nod, before looking down again between her thighs,
watching her induction.
Janine�s mouth
was open as she watched, while he pressed gently. She saw his cock disappear
into the little girl slowly, but surely, all the way in, until his hairy pubis
was pressing into her hairless mound. He paused for just a moment, before pulling
back again. It looked as if he was going to pop out of her, before he reversed
and sank into her again, a little harder this time. He started to fuck her in
earnest now, pulling back and pressing in, a light slapping sound could be
heard, as his balls swung up and tapped her little bottom.
Janine felt
she was in a dream, everything surreal, she would believe nothing she�d seen,
the following day. Maybe she�d wake up in a minute. And yet she knew it was
real. The sights, sounds, smells, feelings all crashing in on her, as she
watched this little underage girl being fucked by the one man in the world she
would, herself, give herself to without hesitation. She gasped as she heard the
child say: �Harder Daddy, harder, please,� and the slapping sound got suddenly
louder. And again, a few moments later, �harder, Daddy�.
The sexual
tension in the air was palpable. Janine glanced round the cabin, many of the
naked girls were not just hungrily watching the action, but were themselves
performing little acts on one another, helping each other to enjoy the
induction even more. Janine was shoked, when she
realised that she envied these girls, obviously enjoying everything intensely,
with no coercion, no embarrassment, no reticence whatsoever. She just wished
her time with Jim, when she herself was nine, could have been longer and, like
this, more open and honest, not the sordid affair it had been portrayed as at
the time. She sighed. Can�t live your life twice.
When Sam came,
Janine knew instantly. She felt the new tension in the air, immediately before,
everyone holding their breath, as though waiting on the turn of a card at a
high stakes poker game. She saw his rhythm alter slightly, the bulge at her
belly, where his cock was pushing up at her from inside seeming to lift a
fraction. The look of love and anticipation on Sarah�s face, on the brink of
climaxing, as she poised, waiting for him. Then suddenly everything happened at
once. He came forcefully into the child, the little bulge at her belly
fluttering visibly; she came, her arms and legs flailing, her rolling from side
to side; every girl in the room cuming in unison as if conducted like an
orchestra. It was only then that Janine realised she herself was cuming, her
fingers working hard inside her own pussy, the squishing noises covered by all
the other noises of orgasmic relief going on around her.
Calm fell on
the cabin, only broken by the panting of many of them catching their breath, as
if they�d run a marathon. Sylvia smiled at Janine, and beckoned her back
between the girl�s thighs. She unconsciously moved, her instincts now driving
her, as she knelt down and pushed her face into Sarah�s pudenda, her tongue
searching into her recesses, finding her vagina, it sinking into the slick
passage, filled with his semen. She sucked hard, and had to swallow quickly,
before it dripped from her mouth, as more and more semen flowed. She kept
swallowing. There was so much of it. She felt the child shudder, as her tongue
touched her clitty, creating another small climax for a few seconds. She was so
sensitive. It was several minutes before she could bring herself to pull her
face away from the nectar she still craved.
Sylvia tapped
her on the shoulder and indicated she should stand. Sam took a long white box
from the hand of one of the girls and opened it. He tipped out a silver choker
necklace into his hand and turned to Sarah, clipping it around her throat. Janine
noticed all the other girls wore similar chokers already.
Sarah turned
to her friends and recited, �As it is my induction, I would like to pledge to
you all, I will always follow all five of The Club rules. Also, Daddy, thank
you for making my induction so very special. I will treasure the memory all my
life. And thank you for my lovely necklace.� There was a round of applause.
All the other
pre-teen girls surrounded Sarah, congratulating her and patting her shoulders
in affection. The tension had gone, and the girls moved away relaxing, sitting
on the seats, chatting or playing the video games on the seat consoles, as any
group of little girls their age might, still oblivious of their nakedness, and
what had just happened moments before. Janine herself had to sit to regain her
composure. She smiled as Sylvia sat beside her in the twin seat.
�Well,� said Sylvia,
sipping from her unfinished glass of champagne, �I hope you enjoyed Sarah�s
induction. They�re very important to the girls, as you saw. It binds us
together. You�re the only non member to see an induction.� She looked
meaningfully at the woman. �When you get home, you won�t be indiscreet and
mention this to anyone will you?� It was a statement, not a question. �You
might be interested in this,� said Sylvia in a lighter tone. She held up a
small camera, and selected a file to play, and angled it so Janine could see
the little screen. In the foreground was Sarah�s face obviously that of a very
young child. In the background, between the girl�s thighs, holding her bottom
open, was Janine, looking down, just before her face slipped down to suck at
the child. There was no misunderstanding as to what was happening in the clip.
Suddenly, the scene changed, and the child was now face up, looking at the
camera and again Janine was buried between her thighs, her tongue moving in and
out of her hairless cleft. The camera angle moved, and the creamy white semen
she was sucking and lapping at could be made out on her tongue, as she worked
trying to get every last drop
Janine and
Sylvia looked at each other for a moment, a silent understanding between them.
�I don�t think anyone will ever need to see that. And in return, we have a
little tradition here,� said Sylvia, �if it�s possible, and doesn�t involve
cash, we like to award wishes when we have inductions. Would you like to make a
wish? I think Sam wouldn�t mind me offering you one.�
Janine looked
at her. �What can I wish for? I mean a wish? It sounds so fairy tale like.�
�Yes, I
suppose it does, but there again, The Choices Club is a fairy tale for these
girls. Use your imagination,� replied Sylvia. �Perhaps you�d like a nice piece
of jewellery, or maybe a little weekend away, paid for by Sam, or something
nice to wear.�
�Can I ask for
anything?� she looked at Sylvia coyly, who knew exactly what was coming next,
and nodded with a half smile.
�Can I wish
for Sam to fuck me. Oh yes, I�d love that.� She looked across the cabin, and
realised that every face was looking at her with curiosity. They had all heard
the word �wish�, and stopped to listen.
�How would you
like it Janine?� a voice behind her asked. �No time like the present,� Sam
chuckled. He�d heard the whole conversation. It would be a long flight made
much quicker by the in-flight entertainment.
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Their arrival
at Los Angeles International was chaos. They got through immigration fast
enough, but the media scrum that met them took them by surprise. After the
initial story of Sam�s liberation of the outgoing flight hijacking had eased,
the media had agreed to a moratorium and await their return to the States,
letting the children have their holiday. But now they wanted interviews,
exclusives, backgrounds on all of the girls, The Club, everything. Finally,
after agreeing to a press conference the following day at the Club, they got
away and headed home, waving to Janine and her crew as their bus moved off.
The reunion
with the girls� mothers was very emotional. They were waiting in the Clubrooms,
which Ellie had opened up ready. She and Dolly had prepared some food and drink
for everyone and it was a race for the girls and mothers to tell each other all
their adventures. Eventually, they relaxed and enjoyed the company of being
together.
Lesley
Browning, Lizzie�s mum stood up, and tapped a spoon against her wine glass.
�May I have your attention,� she started, �We ladies decided it appropriate
someone said a few words, and while we were in Prague, I drew the short straw!�
There was quiet laughter and nods of encouragement around the room. �As you all
know,� she continued, �not only have Sam and Sylvia given our girls a wonderful
opportunity in life to be educated, experience things, go places like their
trip to Europe, that we never could as kids, and provide a future for them, but
also, we have to thank Sam for saving their lives. Without your swift action
and expertise, Sam, they would have all died that night. Now all us mums have
been talking about what you�ve been doing to our girls.� Sam shuffled in his
seat. �No, don�t be embarrassed, we did a straw pole while we were away. Every
one of us had our first time with some asshole who cared diddly
squat for us, fucked and dumped us. Ain�t that right ladies?� There were
vigorous nods around the room.
�Most of us
mums, had worked out what your game was long ago. But as long as you never hurt
them, we were willing to go along with it. After all, what was the harm for
what they got out of it. Then Ellie put us all in the picture while we were
away. It was better to get this in the open. Thank you Sam, for saving my
Lizzie�s life, and thank you from all the others here for saving their girls
too. thank you for being kind to them and educating them and looking after
them. We�ve all agreed that how you run The Choices Club can only benefit our
girls, and if ever there is anything we can do to help you and Sylvia, you only
have to ask.� She raised her glass and proposed a toast to �The Choices Club,
long may it prosper and grow.�
The following
day, the press all came to the Clubrooms and the conference was held there.
Several of the girls were interviewed as well as some mothers and Sylvia. They
loved the fact that she was a titled woman, now married to Sam. What he hadn�t
anticipated, were the many donations to The Club, which were made. Many modest,
some very generous. A $1M ex-gratia payment from
Virgin Atlantic�s insurance company was much appreciated.
Some months
later, Sam organised a trip to Washington DC, after he received an invitation
from The White House, and chartered a flight for the occasion. All the girls
and their mothers went and they made a long weekend of it. He received his
Medal of Honor, the Presidential Medal of Freedom and
more coverage in the national press and TV. He was touched to see
While he was
in Washington, he was contacted by U.S. Secretary of education, Betsy DeVos. She wanted to approach Sam, to see if he would
serve, on a part time basis, on the new committee she had formed to promote her
programme of Expanded Education Freedom, which he agreed to.
Life settled
down afterwards to a familiar routine. The Club met every evening, and the
girls� studies continued to excel. Every one of them entered universities at
home and overseas. They became doctors, dentists, lawyers, accountants and
company executives. Every one of them flourished. Not one flunked in their
chosen field. Sally returned to
Sally,
following her time at the Paris Conservatoire, at first became a concert
pianist of world renown, meeting many famous and powerful people, before
changing direction and, at the recommendation of Mme Macron, being appointed
special envoy for the U.N. to
Over the
years, Sally, as Secretary
Sally never
got married. She worked tirelessly to achieve her objectives for world peace
and reconciliation. If she could get away, every spare moment she had was spent
in The Club, helping Sam and Sylvia nurture the new members, as they passed
through, over the years. Sally had only loved one man and never fucked any
other. She had three daughters, each born five years apart, who became Head
Girl, one after the other in later years. The youngest, Samantha, was also to
receive �The Gift� on the stone in the forest, at midnight under a full moon,
watched by her mother, when her father inducted her. She later followed her
mother in heading up the U.N.
Sarah did
become an actress, studying at
Lucy, in a
similar way, became a world renowned artist, her works selling for millions
each. She later formed a school to help talented young girls develop their
skills. After many years, she had opened affiliates in over one hundred
countries around the world. She never married, but had five children of her
own, all girls. Like Sally�s children, they all looked remarkably like Sam,
with their unruly sandy coloured hair. All became Club members in their turn.
Vicky having
graduated, became a teacher and replaced Celine, when she retired as head. The
school, that had improved so much under Celine, continued to go from strength
to strength, achieving top results, and had a waiting list. Ten years later,
after moving to Washington and becoming Betsy DeVos�s
successor for five years, she was invited by Sally to head up UNIFUC.
Vera, who had
pursued accountancy, and became president of one of the largest companies in
the world, retired early, and agreed to head up the U.N. financial operation,
ensuring UNIFUC had all the resources it needed.
Jasmine moved,
at Sally�s request to
Jasminey had
three daughters, who later all came to the school and became Club members.
Dolly kept working for Sam and Sylvia for many years. She and Ellie loved their
work and although they became quite wealthy in their own right, stayed loyal to
Sam, making sure The Club ran smoothly.
Nearly every
Choices girl had children of their own, and in every case, they were girls.
Sally had said that they were all girls, because �The Voices� needed them in
years to come. They all came back to the school for their daughters� education
and asked Sam and Sylvia if they would house them and parent them during school
term time. In each case, the mums would always attend the inductions.
Sam and Sylvia
had twin girls. The one was called Linda, after the girl in the tent, beneath
them, when they had their first fuck, and the other they named Venus. They were
the most loved children ever born. Never spoilt and never given preference, but
always loved. Love was sometimes platonic, sometimes just family love, and
sometimes very physical. Certainly they always slept together as a family, with
Sally, Jenny and Emily their elder sisters keeping the younger ones in order,
and making sure they always knew how to please their parents.
Sam and Sylvia
stayed working at the school. They were both on the board of governors with
Vicky and Ellie. Later, Naomi and Becky both joined the teaching staff, and
eventually became board members as vacancies arose. In the end, Sam had
effective control of the board, although he never abused his position, although
he did abuse some of the girls as opportunity arose. After
Joe kept in
contact with Sam, and each year a party of a dozen or so
As Sam got
older, he looked back over the years and pondered on his life. He knew he had
helped hundreds of girls get on. They had, without exception, become
successful, knowing without him they wouldn�t have been. They had all found
happiness, wealth and families of their own, many of which he was the father.
He had no regrets, none. Given his time again, he would do it exactly the same
way. He smiled to himself. He had once estimated that if he was fortunate, he
would take the virginities of about 200 little girls. At the last count, it was
approaching 500 and not one of them had been over twelve years old at the time.
THE END
� Broadsword
I hope you
have enjoyed reading this tale of fantasy, truth, and plain off the wall
fiction. I hope you have had as many hours of pleasure reading it as I did
writing it over a two year period. Please spend two minutes with some feedback
and tell me what you thought. Broadsword.
LIST OF CHARACTERS
�
Eloise 11
Joe�s daughter long blond hair. Mother Joy.
Naomi
Goldstein 7
Daisy Shaw 7
Nancy Gregson
8 Mother Violet
Rosie Romero 8
Mother Mary
Lucy Becket 9
Mum � Martha
Sarah Simms 9
Alice Gonzales
9
Suzy White 10
Mum � Lisa
Becky Green 10
Jenny 7
parents dead
Sophie
Chambers7 Mother Ellie
Amber Chambers
8 Mother Ellie
Mandy 9 mother
Gloria
Sandy 9 mother
Clare
Hannah 10
Lizzie
Browning10 Mother Lesley
Emily 10
parents dead
Karen Duncan
10
Vicky 11
Vera 11
Sally Williams
11