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 A good cigar, a boy and a girl: by (C) Hamilton Joyce Mm Mf

   `That was an excellent meal, Henry.  Thank you very much.'

   `It's a good restaurant.  One of my favourites.  Simple food but good.'

   The two gentlemen stretched their legs under the table with the
satisfied look of fat cats.  The waiter came over.

   'Was everything to your satisfaction, Sir Henry?'

   'Thank you, Dominic.  Put it on my account, please, and we'll have
brandy and cigars on the terrace.'

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   The lights of the city were reflected in the dark waters of the river
which flowed silently past them.  There was a sudden burst of laughter from
the embankment opposite, and then silence again.  The two men drew
contentedly on their cigars.  It was warm enough to sit outside with
pleasure, and moths fluttered against the lighted restaurant windows.

   'Nice spot, Henry.'

   'Mmm.  I miss not being able to finish my meal with a cigar at the
table, but it's tolerable in summer.'

   'Preferable, I'd say.  A good meal in good company, brandy and a good
cigar....'

   'All to be followed by a pretty, young girl!'

   'Or boy!  Have I ever told you about my younger days in Africa?  Most of
the guys would run a mile from a posting out there, but I had the time of
my life!  Those little black boys, Henry, skins like silk and such bodies,
slender, athletic.  And long, thin cocks, so pretty, Henry.'

   'Yes, I know your tastes, George.  And you're drooling!  I blame that
bloody school we went to.  By the time you were thirteen you had got an
educated arse and mouth.  And it is certainly true that inter-generational
sex was not viewed in the same way back then.  Most people thought it was
just a harmless bit of fun.  Remember old Carstairs the Chemistry teacher?
Different now!'

   'Oh, come off it, Henry, you still enjoy a nice bit of young cock when
it's available.  And you were one of those who did the educating, at least
when Carstairs or old Harris wasn't educating you!.'

   'One of the many you had back then, you old cock-hound!  Let's find some
then!  Young pussy certainly, and young cock if we can.  A quick toast to
hairless pussies and hairless willies!  Drain your glass and I'll call
Jarvis: he'll be parked outside the Red Lion.'

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   Henry's chauffeur seemed to know the place, as all Henry had to say was,
`Grafton Street, Jarvis.  Park up as usual.'

   Ten minutes later the Daimler slid quietly into a lay-by opposite a once
imposing Victorian townhouse, though there was something rather patched and
peeled about it now.  They were out in the leafy suburbs and the car was in
darkness, though the drive of the house was lit by a streetlamp.

   'What is this place, Henry?  Brothel?'

   'Next best thing, George.  Local council's Care Hostel.  Be patient. 
Won't be long.'

   He was right, and it was scarcely five minutes before a figure came down
the drive.  As she reached the edge of the pool of light the two
dinner-jacketed gentlemen could see it was a young girl.  She took a pack
from her bag and as she lit the cigarette her face was momentarily very
clear.  She was blonde, petite, and in a grey dress made of some fabric
that clung to her slender body she looked sexy enough, and there was
something defiant about her despite being scarcely more than a child.  You
could see that she had been knocked around by life but was a survivor.  A
stream of smoke from her lips streaked the lamplight.

   'She'll do, George.' He flicked on the interior light, and the girl took
in the peaked hat of a chauffeur and the two men dressed as only the truly
wealthy do, especially in a chauffeur-driven Daimler.  She crossed the road
to them, her feet incongruous in clunky black shoes in contrast to the
svelt dress and slender, bare legs.  She tossed her pony-tail and leaned
against the open window, expelling another stream of cigarette smoke in
what she hoped was a sophisticated gesture.  In fact it only added to the
feeling of childish vulnerability that surrounded her.

   'Looking for someone, gents?'

   'I think we've found her, my dear.'

   'Well it's ten for a suck and twenty for a fuck.' She realised she
should have increased the tariff for these two.  They were obviously rich,
and she could smell the expensive cigars.  'Each!  And twenty five for a
half and half.'

   'We're looking for a girl to come back to our appartment for the night.'

   'That's a hundred.'

   'A lot of money, my dear...'

   'I'm worth it!'

   'Yes, I think you are.  But my friend here likes boys sometimes.  Is
there one you know?  In there?' He waved to the care hostel gate.

   'All of them do it!  But my brother's the best.  He's a year younger
than me.'

   'Fetch him then!'

   'Another hundred.'

   'If we like him, all right.'

   'You will.  But we gotta be back here by seven in the morning.'

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   Henry turned the light off again.

   'Don't want to attract attention.  I used to go to the Ringroad.  Always
plenty of young tarts there, but this is better, and a hell of a lot less
risky than kerb-crawling out on the edge of town.  Also I wouldn't fancy
picking up any of the rent boys there.  Some of them look like angels, but
can be right little hooligans.  Theft, menaces, blackmail, muggings... 
they're into all of that, and the girls, however young, always have a pimp
in the background somewhere, nasty bits of work.  These hostel girls are
safer, cleaner and only come down for big, good cars.  She looks pretty,
don't you think?  Fifteen?'

   'I should think so.  Perhaps a bit less.'

   'Ideal age.  Nice, hard little tits with nipples that can poke your eyes
out.  I love those slender teenage legs, and the pretty little arses on
them.  Rounded, but still small.'

   'And pussies without bushes of hair.'

   'True!'

   'Here they are again.  He looks good!'

   'Excellent.  I hoped he would be blonde like his sister, and he is.  If
she's fifteen, he's fourteen: and that's the ideal age for a boy.  I can't
wait to get at him.  Probably still nearly hairless.'

   'You never grew up, George.  Still looking for those hairless boys at
the prep school, those lovely little cocks and cute little arses.'

   George laughed.  'And for at least one year when we moved on.  You had a
lovely little cock, Henry, and a nice tight arsehole.'

   Henry opened the door and got out, ushering the boy in first, then the
girl, and then getting in himself.  Despite the four of them across the
bench seat it was cozy rather than tight.  He slipped an arm round the
girl's shoulder.  The flesh under her thin dress felt cool to the touch.

   'And what's your name, young lady?'

   'Tracy.  And he's Wayne.'

   'I'm Sir Henry, and my friend is Sir George.'

   'Pleased to meet yer.  Nice car!'

   'Yes.  How old are you, Tracy?'

   'Fourt ...  eighteen.'

   'That's good.  I like girls who are fourt ...eighteen.' He reached down
and cupped a breast through the thin jersey cloth.  No bra, and beautifully
round and firm.  You don't often get that in girls older than sixteen, he
thought.  They tend to get a crease beneath them as they get more mature,
and lose that hardness under the silky skin.  Nowhere near as sexy.  'And
you've got nice tits, Tracy.'

   'Everybody says so.'

   'I suppose that makes you thirt ...seventeen, Wayne?' Henry had a hand
resting confidently on the boy's naked knee.

   'Yes Sir George.'

   'That's the ideal age in a boy, thirt ...seventeen.  Have you got the
pills, Henry?'

   'Lord yes.  I nearly forgot.  Here, one each for us boys.  Swallow that,
Wayne.  It'll put lead in your pencil.'

   Tracy pouted.  'What about me?'

   'Not sure they work with girls.  But worth a try I suppose.  Here you
are.'

   Beside them, George was already kissing his little boy, and Henry could
see that be-ringed hand resting on the lad's crotch.  But Henry was not
much into groping in the back seat of cars, and sat in silence for the
quarter of an hour or so before Jarvis turned the car into the apartment's
underground storage.  The heavy garage door shut silently behind them and
they went to the lift.

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   Somebody had taught the two children at least some civilised behaviour,
Henry thought, as they slipped their shoes off in the lobby.  He noticed
how white and small her feet looked, and felt a twitch of life in his cock.
That was not viagara, he thought, too soon.  No, it was the girl herself in
her body-clinging dress.  And in proper light for the first time he saw she
really was a stunner, with ash-blonde hair, a peaches and cream complexion,
and the sweetest little-girl innocent face.  Even without lipstick her lips
were full and red promising a sensual nature.  He ushered them all into his
large, comfortable reception room, lit by chandeliers from the tall
ceilings.

   'First things first, and I know you're about to ask me.' In a leather
folder on a side table was a small bundle of notes.  He counted off five.
'There's a hundred for you, my dear.' He counted another five and put the
remainder back in their folder.  'And a hundred for you, my boy.'

   'I'll look after those for him.' She held her hand out to Henry.

   'Aw, Tracy.  They're mine.'

   'You'll only lose them.  I'll look after them for you.' She turned to
Sir Henry again.  'They're all thieves at the hostel, us and the staff
both. If he kept them they'd be gone before breakfast tomorrow.  You
wouldn't guess where I'll hide 'em.' She laughed and stiuffed the bills
into a pocket on her dress.

   'I think I can guess, my dear.  But don't put them up there until we've
done with it!' He laughed too.  She reached behind her back.

   'Let me,' Henry unclasped the catch at the back of her dress and she
allowed it to fall to her ankles.  She was naked beneath except for plain
white cotton knickers, pulled up tight so her plump little cunt lips showed
in full relief, rounded and full, with a darker fold of cloth betwen them,
clinging to her cunt.  Sir Henry took her in, long slender legs, a
still-juvenile bottom, rounded, yes, but with hips not yet those of a grown
woman, tiny waist, and pretty, rounded, jutting breasts, rosy-pink nipples.
Above all, she knew she was beautiful and stood there naked and completely
unembarrassed under his admiring gaze, indeed she turned around to give him
first the benefit of her shapely tits in profile, and then the view of her
bottom, which was such that on many girls it would have been their finest
feature, slender-hipped, but beginning to jut out as if eager to be
penetrated.  But it was her breasts which were the finest feature, conical
and standing completely clear of her torsoe, pink nipples pointing upwards
and outwards as if pulled by invisible threads towards the ceiling.  She
was lovely and she knew it!

   George had guided Wayne to one of the several large couches and was
sitting on it, both fully dressed, still kissing him.  It was noticeable,
however, that he had one hand up the leg of the boy's shorts, and was
making first acquaintance with a tiny cock.  He seemed to be alternately
gripping it and then rubbing it, and in fact had hold of it through cotton
underpants.  Like all experienced libertines he knew it was best to move
gradually from pleasure to pleasure, extracting the maximum sensual and
psychological enjoyment from each stage of the process of seduction (if
indeed that is the right word for a mercenary transaction between a man
past middle age and a boy scarcely more than a child).  He was reserving
the added excitement of naked boy-cock for a few moments later.

   Henry took Tracy in his arms and kissed her.  She was accomplished and
her tongue soon entered his mouth.  There is something very exciting for a
girl when she is naked in the arms of a fully-clothed man, a symbolic
submission to him that many find very sexy, and for the first time this
evening she was finding the prospect of sex with this stranger desirable.
As he kissed her, his tongue forcing into her mouth, his lips open wide
around hers, he was stroking her arse, and a probing finger found a damp
patch in the crotch of her knickers.  His heart leapt as he realised this
would not be one of those unwilling, sometimes even tearful teenage girls:
no, this little beauty was really up for it, and her hot little box
betrayed her arousal.  His cock was hard, and she was deliberately writhing
against it as they embraced and he stroked her arse.  The damp in her
crotch was truly wet now, and spreading down her crease to where his hand
rested half on flesh and half on thin cotton.  He guessed he, himself,
would be leaking precum now, and it was time to get out of his own clothes,
a more complicated process than stripping her had been.

   He stood up in front of the couch and took a step backward.  He was
careful with his jacket, waistcoat and trousers, hanging them tidily over
the back of a chair.  He kicked his shoes off without untying the laces,
and his socks joined them under the chair.  Tracy almost giggled: the sight
of a male in his shirt tails and with naked legs had always seemed funny to
her.  Memories of Laurel & Hardy films, the two in some seedy hotel bedroom
like aged queers, or some bizarre married couple.  She nearly giggled
aloud, which would certainly not have pleased her client, but she
controlled herself and found it not at all funny when he pulled his shirt
over his head and threw it to the floor.  Not funny, no: sexy even.  For a
guy probably in his fifties she thought he looked good.  He was probably
the oldest guy she had gone with so far, in a very short whoring career,
but he was among the fittest by the look of him.  It was a bit amusing the
way he was pulling his stomach muscles in: men were so vain!  But he had a
good, flat belly and broad shoulders.  His deep chest was covered with
thick, black hair and she could scarcely see his nipples through it.  As he
walked back to the settee her eyes were drawn to the bulge in his
blue-striped boxer shorts.  He was going to be quite big enough for her! 
She was suddenly aware of her clitoris, and even of her cunt lips, knowing
her clit was hardening, the lips swelling, and the juices running.  She
wanted to rub herself there, but obviously could not yet.

   Across the room, Sir George had stripped Wayne down to tight, white
y-front underpants, and was standing in front of him, still removing socks
and shirt.  He was fit, but not as stocky and muscular as his friend. 
Taller and leaner, he had a look about him of bone and muscle, and was
altogether less hairy.  His tan could not have been gained anywhere but
expensively in the tropics.  He, too, favoured y-front underpants, and a
promising bulge swelled in the white cotton.  He was enjoying looking at
his boy, at the sun-tanned, slender body, and was wondering whether the tan
was all-over, or if there would be tantalising tan-lines from summer
speedos.  He could just make out the outline of a small, half-hard cock,
and wondered, too, whether the boy was "cut" or "uncut", and whether he yet
had pubic hair.  His chest was completely hairless, even around his brown,
tiny nipples, and when he had raised his arms to remove his shirt there had
been no hair in his armpit.  Sir George stood over him, literally licking
his lips in anticipation of the pleasures to come.  The boy flashed him a
lovely smile, showing regular and very white teeth: his eyes were brilliant
blue, and he really was devastatingly sexy.  Like his sister, he knew it!
And there was nothing timid or fearful about the boy: he was confident in
his sexuality, and assuming he knew he was about to be buggered, that
presented no difficulties for him.  In fact, there was something in his
eyes that spoke of eager anticipation.  That hundred pounds was probably
well spent!  But Sir George was never one to rush his pleasures, and he sat
again beside the boy, arm round his bare shoulder, The boy snuggled closer
to him and rested a small hand on the thigh of his seducer.  The kiss was
brief, and Sir George moved his lips first to an erect little brown nipple,
then to the boy's navel, licking round it and producing a happy giggle from
Wayne, as the boy moved his hand from thigh to crotch, resting it lightly
on Sir George's twitching erection beneath the cotton.  Down now from the
navel, to close his lips round Wayne's shaft, hard now, and defined through
the thin white cotton.  The boy sighed, and stretched his legs slightly,
lifting his hips a tiny few centimetres to meet Sir George's mouth.

   Sir Henry had an arm round his little girl, and was fondling one perfect
breast, feeling how firm it was, and rolling an erect nipple between finger
and thumb.  He licked inside her ear, tasting the bitterness, and
whispered, 'How deep is your throat, Tracy?'

   She giggled, childish.  'And how long is your tongue, Sir Henry.'

   'This is going to be a lovely evening, my dear.  I know it.' He gently
moved her so she was laying on the couch, and lay beside her, his face by
her belly.  He crushed his lips into her cotton panties, above the place
which had become damp.  She moved and opened her legs, and with this
invitation he buried his face in the crotch of her panties, there where it
was already wet with her excitement.  The scent was of a clean, sexy,
excited, teenage pussy, and he rubbed his nose and lips against her labia
beneath the wet cotton.

   'Oh,yes!  That's nice.  Your cheek feels lovely and rough against my
thigh.  Sort of manly.'

   He felt her little, white hand on his own crotch, stroking and gripping
his shaft through the cloth.  He gripped one cuntlip and the cotton
covering between his own lips, making sure his teeth were guarded, and
pulled it apart and outward.  She rewarded him with a whispered, 'Yes.  Oh
yes!' He nuzzled into her slit, still covered by the now soaking wet
panties and his lips found her clit, standing erect.  He could just about
grip this with his lips and pull on it, but the cotton slipped off it. 
Time to move forward!  He slipped a finger under the elastic leg of her
knickers and into her slit.  It was warm and very slippery.  He pressed on
her clit, rubbed it gently, and traced a figure-of-eight in the flesh
around it.  More whispered words, and an insistant 'Suck me there, please.
I'll come in no time I promise, but please....'

   Out of the corner of her eye Tracy could see her little brother was
about to get what he loved most and she was glad for him, but the feeling
of lips on her clit was so overpowering he slipped from her sight.

   The boy was standing now in front of Sir George who was sitting on the
couch and leaning forward.  The man had hands around the boy, holding him
with a palm on each buttock, feeling him through the white cotton, handling
and kneading his buttocks.  He was murmuring part to himself, part to his
boy.  'So firm, so smooth.  Lovely.' His face was pressed against the boy's
crotch and he was aware of the subtle scent of the boy, though the lad had
certainly bathed and the white y-fronts smelled soft and newly-laundered.
Wayne felt the man's lips close on his cock, through the cotton.  He had
never felt himself so hard, straining to be free of the cloth of his
underpants, and half-guessed that would be the effect of the pill he had
been given.  He did not need a pill to enjoy the nibbling and gentle biting
of his cock: this was what he loved above all else.  Why did the guy not
pull the pants down and suck properly?  But Sir George took his time with
his pleasures, and the boy felt one hand slip inside the leg of his
underpants to cup and caress a naked arse cheek.  The other hand under the
fabric now, and as his buttocks were pulled apart a finger crept towards
his anus.  As it tapped and felt his most secret place the boy knew that he
would eventually finish up being buggered by this guy.  He looked down at
the man and could see the shape of the guy's cock, still hidden by white
underpants, was not so big as to be alarming.  Probably not so big as the
Director Sean Hathers or his brother Jeremy who fucked him most nights. 
Big enough though.

   The little cock felt good through white cotton, but the time had come.
Sir George slipped a thumb into the waistband each side and slowly drew the
y-fronts down.  The cock sprang free, four inches of sheer delight.  As the
pants fell to the carpet he held it between thumb and forefinger, slender,
straight, its head still covered with a full foreskin, the knob just
peeping out.  The boy was almost hairless, but looking closely you could
see the beginnings of a fine fluff, the same ash blonde as his head,
starting at the base of the little cock, and even finer on his balls.  The
boy kicked his feet free from the pants, and Sir George licked the
ball-sack with the tip of his tongue, amused to see the skin tighten still
further and wrinkle as he did so.

   'Is that nice?'

   'Oh yes!'

   'And this?' He closed his lips round the fore-skin covered knob, and
licked round the front of the shaft, where it is the most sensitive.

   'Mmmmmmm.' The boy grasped Sir George's head, hands in the fine, greying
hair, and pushed it down so lips and tongue slid down the shaft till it was
fully engulfed in a warm, wet mouth.  'Oh, yes!  that's good.' The head was
bobbing back and forth now, but the boy held it steady and was fucking in
and out, those hands still caressing his buttocks, tapping on his anus in
time with the mouth-fucking.  Sir George wondered if the boy could produce
spunk yet: he hoped so.  A full mouth of silky, warm cum would set him up
for the evening!  He considered stopping a second and asking the lad
whether he was producing cum yet, but it was so good to suck that little
cock he decided to leave it as a surprise for himself.  Releasing a buttock
cheek for a second he halted the little cock in its fucking.  He looked at
it closely and managed to get his tongue, or rather the tip of it, down
between foreskin and knob.  The boy groaned, and tried to force his cock
again into the waiting mouth.  But Sir George grasped it in his free hand
and slid the foreskin clear of the knob.  Now it was back in his mouth, and
the boy was fucking the faster for that pause.  It would not be long now.
Finger again in the arse crease, but moistened with saliva this time, and
he slipped the tip of it into the boy.

   'I'm coming!' The boy tried, perhaps, to withdraw from Sir George's
mouth, but the guy was having none of that and slid his finger further up
to touch the mysterious prostate.  The boy gasped and in that moment Sir
George's unspoken question was answered as his mouth was filled with warm,
tasteless, but so-silky cum.  Just one spurt from this teen, but delightful
all the same.  The fucking stopped, but he could feel the little shaft
twitching as the last oozing spasms ran through it.

   Wayne was back in this world again, surprised that his cock had stayed
hard: must be that pill, he thought.  Correctly.  He looked down at Sir
Henry, lips still round cock, holding the boy close to his face.  He could
see Sir George's cock hard, making a tent in underpants that were like his
own but about five sizes larger!
Sir Henry and Tracy had both watched Sir George suck her brother off and
swallow his cum, but continued to kiss and caress each other while looking
out of the corner of their eyes.  Now there was ma pause for a moment
across the room it was time to concentrate on their own amusement.Sir Henry
felt her slippery, hot cuntlips and knew it was time for him to look.  He
had teased himself enough.  Here was a fifteen year old cunt, and it felt
so smooth and soft, and above all so-excited.  Time to see!  He slid the
moist panties down and saw hairless, plump cuntlips, slightly open, and an
erect little pearl of a clitoris peeping coyly out.  He drew them down her
thighs, and she kicked them away.  she had no pubic hair at all.  He felt

his cock twitch at this pleasant surprise.

   'Shaven?'

   'Waxed.  It was ginger and I hate ginger pubic hair,' She laughed. 
'Wayne's going to be blonde down there.  I'm jealous.'

   He was stroking her lips, allowing one finger to slide down her slit as
he did so.  'My dear, I'm delighted you are hairless.  It is so pretty.'

   'Suck me there, please.  I've got to ...' Kneeling in front of her,
between her wide-spread legs, he had his hands on her thighs, on the inside
where her white skin was the softest and silkiest, but one thumb on each of
her cunt lips.  Slowly he pulled the lips apart and was as ever fascinated
by the contrast of the white of the lips and the shocking pink of the inner
lips.  Her clitoris had a little pearl of dew on it, and he knelt further
forward to lick the moisture with a pointed tongue.  She sighed, and lifted
her legs to rest them on his broad shoulders, and he felt them gripping his
face, smooth against rough cheeks, as he opened his mouth and covered the
whole of her cunt with it.

   'Suck me.  Puleeze.  I'm nearly there already.'

   His tongue made a figure of eight around her clit and the rim of her
vagina, and her wriggling beneath him showed this was what she wanted.  The
juices were really flowing now, and his tongue traced that pattern over and
over, gradually slipping more and more into her vagina at the bottom of
each journey.  partly because she felt so firm and silky and partly to
control her bucking movements he had one open palm on her belly and the
other reaching up to hold and caress one breast.  Her clitoris was as hard
as a little nail-head now and he nibbled at it with lips guarding his
teeth. How he enjoyed a young gir's cunt, so smooth and tight: he was sure
those strong teenage vaginal muscles would milk him when she fucked.  Not
like his wife's slack cunt, which was why he saved all his energy for the
young ones nowadays.  Hadn't fucked his wife in several years in fact.  He
could feel this sweetie's first orgasm rising, and deliberately pulled at
and tweaked her nipple between finger and thumb.  As she came her language
was surprising for a fifteen year old girl!

   They lay there, he with his face resting on her belly, where she had
shaved, and she ruffling his hair lovingly with one hand, the other resting
on a muscled shoulder thinking it was good to be paid for having pleasure.
Lazily she watched Sir George enjoying her little brother.

   He, too, was kneeling on the thick-piled carpet, the boy kneeling in
front of him with his face buried in the cushions of their sofa.  The
grey-haired man had opened the boy's butt cheeks to expose his tight little
anus, pink and puckered like some tiny flower, nestling between slender
white cheeks.  A hand on each buttock, he forced his face between those
cheeks, his tongue pointed, until he could place a kiss on the holy place.
The boy wriggled as he had his anus rimmed by a skilled and vigourous
tongue, licking round and round and slipping in and out.

   'That's lovely!'

   'Mmmm!' He was unwilling to stop rimming in order to talk!  The anus
seemed to be relaxed, and was allowing his tongue deep inside.  There was
lube on the side-table: Henry provided everything!  He squirted a few
dollops into the boy's crease and his finger was soon up inside the way his
tongue had prepared.  As he finger fucked the lad he made sure his finger
pressed on the magic spot of the boy's half-developed prostate.  That was
the secret of an enjoyable fuck: get the boy really wanting it before
penetration.

   'Ah you going to fuck me, sir?' He seemed eager!

   'If you want me too.' In fact he was going to fuck the boy whether he
wanted it or not, but it was easier and more amusing to fuck a willing boy
than a tearful and struggling youngster!  'I'm not too big?'

   'You're bigger than the boys in the hostel, and bigger than the two guys
who fuck me in there, but not much.  It'll be ok.'

   'Here we go then!' He placed his cock over the boy's anus and made sure
the eye of his knob was exactly right, just a tiny bit into the boy, but
not past the muscles there.  Then, a hand on each of the boys hips, he bore
down and felt his knob slip in past the anus, his shaft gripped tight by a
sudden contraction.  The boy had flinched, feeling the inevitable moment of
discomfort, but had not cried out.  In any case his face was buried in the
satin pillow and any noise would be muffled.

   Sir Henry saw Tracy's eyes widen and shine with excitement.  She smiled,
and he could see she found watching her brother being buggered was
stimulating for her.  It was for him, too, and his cock was demanding
relief.  He did not dare touch it!

   'Shall I suck you off now, sir?  While we watch them.'

   'Later, Tracy.  What I want now is for you to sit over me and fuck me.'

   'Oh, Yes!  I'd like that.  The guys at the hostel just want me to kneel
down as if I was a little boy.  It'll be good to fuck on top for a change.
You sit here.' She plumped a cushion beside her.  'That's right, with your
legs together.  My what a lovely, big hard cock.  This will stretch me,
fill me nicely.' She giggled, and despite her sluttish words you could
suddenly see the young child in her: this was all a game for her!

   He lay back propped on pillows as she got astride him and grasped his
cock, holding it vertical beneath her.  He felt her rub it along her open
crease and when it was nicely wet she placed the knob in her vagina.  As
she sank down on him he could feel those smooth, powerfully muscled vagina
walls grip his shaft, warm, wet and tight, sinking until her thighs were
pressing on his, and her full weight was on his pelvis.  He reached up and
held one perfect breast in each hand.

   'Now fuck me, Tracy!  Do me hard!'

   Across the room The boy had been nicely loosened up and was being fucked
hard, hairy thighs crashing into his slender white buttocks.  He seemed to
be taking the pounding with no difficulty, indeed his little hand was
jerking hard under him and it was clear he was enjoying it.  As was his
seducer, whose slaps on those lovely buttocks were playful and stimulating
rather than hard enough to cause pain.  He was really too young to try any
serious spanking out on him!  Sir George reached under the boy and found
that busy little fist flying up and down the shaft.  What it was to be
young, and the little blue pill was probably working its magic too! 
Minutes since Wayne had come in his mouth, and here the boy was on the
brink of coming again.  He grasped the boy's scrotum, and used that to
guide him as he fucked.  Again he was feeling that special excitement of a
tight teenage arse, gripping his cock with surprising strength as it
slipped easily in and out, stopping each time the rim of his knob met that
tight little anus.  The boy was silent, except for panting breath and the
occasional moan of pleasure as knob struck prostate, but Sir George was
confident the boy was enjoying this.  He must have gained considerable
experience at the hostel, and the old man remembered how he at prep school,
aged only twelve, had already learned to take pleasure from a good, hard
cock up the bottom.  "Being bummed" they had called it back then, and lots
of boys indulged it!  Thoughts of school days and pretty teenaged angels,
and he could now feel his own orgasm winding up inside his own arse, down
to his balls, and finally into his cock where the tension was released with
the first great gush of cum into the boy's tight arse.  He reckoned there
were four true spurts deep inside the boy before the orgasm started to
subside, with slower more measured thrusts and spasms in the boy's arse
milking the last oozings of cum from him.

   He was still hard when he withdrew and wiped the two of them on a towel.
No blood!  Still hard!  Wonderful stuff viagra!  And so was the boy, who
had not yet cum for his second time.  Across the room Tracy was bouncing up
and down happily on his friend's cock.

   Sitting beside the boy he put an arm round his shoulder, and gave it a
squeeze, by way of saying thank you without using the words.  'Look at your
sister go!  She certainly enjoys her sex.' Sir george was astounded to see
the boy blush.  His anus was probably still dilated from being buggered,
spunk was probably still dribbling from it and staining Henry's satin
brocade furnishings, his little-boy cock was still standing, and yet he
could blush for his sister.  Sir George felt a mixture of amusement and
tenderness, but also a certain mischief as an idea came to him.  'Let's get
a closer look!'

   The boy seemed reluctant, but was led by a strong grip on his wrist
across the room where Tracy's bouncing up and down was accompanied by a
slurping noise from cunt and cock, the muttered sounds of pleasure from the
lucky male, and pants and tiny squeals from the girl who seemed to be lost
to all else than the delight of a well-filled cunt.  Sir George pointed to
the girls cunt as she rose up, the skin of her lips pulled by a glistening
cock, cunt juice running down the inside of her thighs, and making his
balls shining and wet.  The boy averted his eyes.  Sir George laughed and
placed his free hand on that perfect little arse, just in time for it to be
trapped for a moment between the smooth white skin and Sir Henry's hairy
thigh, before she rose again and freed it to help her in the lift.  She
turned and smiled at him, thanking him for his help.

   Wayne was pulling at Sir George's hand, trying to get free.  But the
older man laughed, and placed the boy's hand on his sister's naked bottom,
under it, close to her cunt, where the juices streamed.  The boy withdrew
his hand as if it had been bitten, and free now of Sir George's grasp went
across the room and sat on the sofa, his head hidden in a cushion.  Sir
George guessed (wrongly) he had never seen his sister fucking before, and
was profoundly disturbed at the relish and abandon she was showing.  It was
destroying his image of her as a sort of mother-surrogate.  Worse was to
come though!

   Meanwhile Sir George enjoyed the girl's body as she shagged her male. 
Normally favouring boys, this young girl was so slender, so firm, her skin
so silky, that he just had to caress her.  He continued to lift her with
the palm of his hand, but the other wandered all over her body, stroking
and caressing, sometimes replacing his friend's palm on her hard little
breasts.

   By the sound of it Sir Henry was about to come, and Sir George slipped a
hand under the two of them and cradled his balls for a second before
sliding in further through the dripping cunt juice till he found his
friend's anus.  He slid a finger in, probing for the prostate, and at that
moment his friend came.  The girl must have felt the first gush of cum and
that triggered her orgasm.  she bounced harder, and faster, and her cunt
milked the cum from him with strong, teenage muscles, before finally
collapsing on top of him.

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

   It was a few minutes before the two had recovered and cleaned themselves
up, and Wayne come out of his shell.  But they sat and drank, brandies the
two men, and cokes the two children.  Henry was sitting beside Wayne now,
and George beside Tracy.

   'Be nice to have a photograph of you, Tracy.'

   'Oh no, sir, not like this.  Not naked.'

   'Well, dressed then.  But in something sexy.'

   'Ok.  But not naked!'

   Sir George disappeared to the next room, but was back seconds late, a
bunch of flimsy black nylon in one hand, and silver high-heeled slippers in
the other.

   'Here, Tracy.  Try these.'

   'Oooh!  The shoes are lovely.' But it was the bra she fitted first,
see-through nylon and with just a tracery of black threads making two
flower designs.  Her nipples could be seen clearly, and her tits stood
proudly without support in any case.  She was having some difficulty with
the strap behind her back, and her wriggling and writhing as she tried to
fix it showed off her slender body to perfect effect.  Both men were hard
again now!

   Henry whispered in the ear of the boy beside him, 'Help your sister
fasten her bra.'

   He whispered back,'Oh, I couldn't, sir.  She's my sister!' and in any
case Tracy had managed it by now, and slid herself into a black satin
suspender belt, and was pulling sheer, black, seamed stockings over her
long slender legs.  They reached nearly to her pouting lips, still aroused
from being sucked and then fucking, and only an inch or so of white, tender
flesh was left bare.  She fixed the clasps without difficulty and slipped
on the open-crotch panties, black satin again.

   'Might as well be naked in these.  There's no crotch in them.'

   'So practical, my dear, and so pretty to frame your lovely smooth
pussy!'

   The shoes did wonders for her legs, as high heels always do.  She knew
she looked good, and had taken in the hard-ons sported by the two men... 
and also by her little brother.  she found herself wondering what it would
be like to have that little cock up her, but banished the unseemly thought.
She pirouetted, showing herself off.

   'You look lovely.  I'll shoot a film now.'

   Before the days of digital, he had about thirty pictures to take, and if
sometimes he handled her young body to get the pose completely right, well,
that's the photographer's privilege everywhere, even amateurs.

   'You know Wayne, you look just like your sister.  Before she had tits
she must have looked just like you.'

   Charmingly, the boy blushed, tongue-tied.  He knew, deep inside, that he
was really too pretty, and it did not match his ideal macho image.  It was
to get worse.

   'George, we should dress this boy like his sister.  He'll look
ravishing.'

   'Oh no, sir.  I couldn't.'

   But his sister laughed.  'Go on, Wayne.  It'll be fun, and if the
gentlemen want you too, well, they've certainly paid for it.  And I think
you'd look good too.'

   It was with a handful of white nylon and gold shoes that George emerged
this time.  And Henry helped dress the still-protesting boy.  The lingerie
was the same as Tracy's, but virginal white, and instead of a bra a white,
tight see-thru nylon singlet.  As Henry dressed the boy, drawing sheer
nylon up slim, smooth legs, fastening clasps, sliding satin panties up and
settling them tight over the boy's bottom, he found that he wanted the boy.
And decided he would have him, but have a bit of amusement with him first.
With his curly hair he looked stunning, and only his flat chest, nipples
erect and pink through the thin nylon gauze of his vest, distinguishing him
from his sister...and when Tracy lip-sticked his lips only the little
boy-cock sticking out through the open-crotch panties betrayed his true
sex. Tracy may have had shoulder length blonde hair, but his cut in a bob
shone just as bright and was just as feminine.

   Henry whispered in the boy's ear again,'You know, Wayne, you looks so
tasty like that I think I could fuck you like a girl.  I usually only have
girls nowadays, but you look so good.' He kissed him and held the stiff but
tiny cock.  'And now a kiss down here!' He pushed the boy onto the sofa,
sat beside him again, and was leaning over the boy's cock.  It slipped
easily through his lips, so much smaller and more manageable than the few
other cocks he had sucked in recent times.  It tasted of precum, and
perhaps still of the traces of cum left from when the boy had been sucked
to completion to start his evening.  Henry could feel him relax as the
familiar feel of a warm mouth and fluttering tongue on his cock replaced
the unfamiliar and rather alarmingly exciting feel of nylon on his legs and
arse.  He was back in a world he understood and was used to, being sucked
off by an old guy.  He watched his sister taking up poses, all provocative
but none overtly sexual or dangerously illegal, and Sir George moved round
her giving instructions and finishing the film.

   George had put the camera down and was kneeling beside Tracy feeling her
arse, which obviously interested him more than her tits.  She was aware of
this and guessed his tastes, having seen the energy with which he had
buggered her small brother.  'I can take it there, too, sir.'

   'Excellent.  Sure I'm not too big?'

   'You're big, sir, but it's mostly in my bum that the hostel managers
fuck me.  I think they really prefer boys, but have me just because I'm
there and available.  Or perhaps they don't want me pregnant.'

   'And you have the sweetest arse.' His finger was in her arse crack now
between the satin clad cheeks, and it even slipped into her anus.  'And a
lovely tight little hole.  Yes, I think I will.  Now lay down on the
carpet, and I'll take a few like that.'

   But his friend had led Wayne over to them.  He knelt with them, and had
the boy join them.  He whispered in Wayne's ear, but probably the other two
could hear most of it.

   'Doesn't she have lovely tits, your sister?  You were watching them
before she put on that sexy bra, but with the see-thru nylon you've
scarcely taken your eyes of them.  I've been watching you.  And this was
not caused by me: your sister's lovely body did this.' He held the boy's
hard cock for a second, his fist closing easily round the little-boy girth.
'You want to touch them, I know.  You want to feel their shape, don't you?'

   'Oh, no, sir.' This was a faint whisper.

   'You do boy!' He took the boy's hand and placed it on a breast as she
lay on the carpet.  The boy flinched back as if the warm flesh had burned
him, but he did not take his hand away.  In fact he squeezed gently, and
then fingered her nipple.  Tracy looked at him with surprise, and then as
their eyes met, with tenderness.  Henry noticed the boy's cock which had
been at a fine forty-five degrees, was now magnificently vertical, actually
touching his belly.  He was incredibly aroused, touching his sister.  Henry
was tempted to suck him off then and there he was so appetising, but knew
that would spoil a show that would make this evening truly memorable for
the two old friends.

   'And here, where Sir George is tickling her up.  Here, look how white
and plump her lips are, and how lovely and juicy she is.  Just feel there.'

   The boy needed no hand to force or guide him to his sister's sex.  He
reached down and slid a finger between the slippery lips.  Sir George let
him have it to himself, enjoying this strange seduction-by-proxy, and the
added excitement of promised incest.  Tracy felt her brother's fingers
exploring her, and opened her legs further for him as his index finger
penetrated her.  His other hand was on a breast too, squeezing, stroking,
caressing.

   Whispering in the boy's ear, 'Have you ever had a girl, Wayne?  Have you
ever had that lovely cock in a girl's pussy?'

   The whisper was faint, 'No, sir, never.'

   'What better time then?  And we know you have lusted after her, watched
her fuck and suck, and wanted her lovely body, been jealous of the men who
have enjoyed her.  And here she is for you, laying open and willing.' He
slid his hand up and down the boy's slender little cock.  'And, My Word,
you are ready for her.  A lovely hard cock for her.  Now.  Get on top!'

   The two old reprobates watched as the boy-dressed-girl lay on top of the
girl-dressed-tart, white over black, but both delicious young blondes. 
Brother on sister.  Virgin on whore.  The look in the girl's eyes was sheer
sex: the boy had a glazed look as if he did not really believe what was
going on.  Tracy was taking control, and George got the feeling that all
she wanted was cock, any cock, even her little brother's cock, as she
reached between the two slight bodies groping for his cock.  She found it,
grasped it and in a moment the little boy felt that never-to-be-forgotten
warmth, wetness, and tightness of his first cunt.  He had seen fucking
often enough to know what to do, and was moving up and down on her like an
experienced fucker.  The two men knelt beside them, one fondling the boy's
satin clad bum and nylon stockinged legs, the other seeking out the girl's
tits, but also stroking the boy's shoulders and arms where they were bare.
For the boy it was almost as startling when his sister placed her lips
on his and invited a long, wet kiss, her tongue probing his mouth, grinding
their lips together in her passion.  He could feel hands stroking his arse,
opening the crease, and fingering his anus though the open-crotch knickers.
Another hand was up under the tight nylon blouse and stroking his back. 
Her hands were round his neck, and he felt her cross her ankles over his
back.  And still he fucked on: he felt supreme now, fucking his first girl.
It was his sister but the old geezer had been right: he had wanted his
sister for weeks, since the first time he had seen her naked, fucked by the
ambulance driver in the back of the ambulance that had brought them to the
hostel.  He was glad the old guy had drained him once by sucking him off,
as he just knew he would have cum too quickly otherwise, and he thought he

must beg a few of those pills to take away!

   Someone was slapping his bum now, an open palm each time he rose before
thrusting down into her again.  He could feel her vagina sometimes gripping
his prick tight, sometimes more relaxed and letting it slide easily.Her
mouth was still on his, but he sensed she was about to come, and felt pride
in that.  He was capable of giving her that greatest pleasure, even with
his own tiny cock: he had often seen her come, shagged by the big cocks of
the attendants and their hanger-on friends at the hostel, and knew the
signs.  Yes, she was coming, and her heels were beating on his back, her
finger nails clawing his shoulders painfully, her tongue deep in his mouth.
She was coming.  A big one.  Jesus!  And so was he!  It wound up inside him
and then the blessed release as he pumped his sperm into his sister's
vagina.He continued slower for a few thrusts, and then stopped, feeling her
cunt contract on his cock, release, and contract again.  They lay together,
both slint, panting with the exertion.

   Sir Henry interrupted their reverie.  'Our turn now.  That was a lovely
show, and we're both rarin' to go.  We'll have you both kneeling.  Up,
now!' They were hauled to their feet, cum dripping down the girl's legs,
his cock shiny with hers and his juices.  They knelt close side-by side in
front of the satin-upholstered sofa.

   'Well Henry, what a sight for sore eyes, eh?  Two pretty bottoms ready
and waiting.  I take it it's time for some bumming, as we used to say at
prep school.'

   'Absolutely, George.  And if that's ok with you I'm going to have some
boy-bottom for a change.'

   'It's those pretty panties, and slender legs in seamed stockings, Henry.
Makes him look very feminine for you.'

   'You may be right, George, but he was pretty enough even naked to give
me the horn!'

   Let's have at them a bit, and change over half way.  She's slender
enough for me to pretend she's a boy, but I'd rather finish off up him
again.'

   'You're on.  I've had her cunt and it would be good to have her arse
before I'm done.'

   Tracy had heard their converstion, and in a way was glad she was going
to be buggered this time, as after three big, big orgasms she was not sure
she was really ready for another.  She quite liked the feel of a cock in
her arse, but not so much as to make her come.  so it was going to be Sir
George this time, and he was going to pretend she was a boy!  Well, that
was hardly flattering, but it was his business, after all!

   Sir George, kneeling, looked down at the young girl in front of him.  He
decided there was still something boyish about her undeveloped hips, and he
had shagged young boys who had just that rounded arse.  Many boys had
exactly those contours until well into puberty, when they started to
develop the sharper, more slender masculine shape.  He slipped a hand into
the slot of her knickers and felt the smoothness of her skin on her
buttocks, silky as any boy's.  Yes, he decided he would enjoy fucking this
teenage girl, and it would make a pleasant change from his usual diet!  He
parted her arse cheeks, and she was still wet and glistening from her
earlier shagging by his friend Henry.  Her anus was pretty, and puckered,
and very inviting, but it made sense to lubricate his cock in her cunt
first.  He wiped his knob up and down the wet crease, and then pushed it
into her cunt.  It was warm, wet and welcoming, and he was surprised how
her muscular vagina was able to grip him.  Not as tight as a young boy's
arsehole, but nevertheless a good feeling.  He started to move in and out,
and without thinking reached under her to hold onto her balls as he always
did.  His hands met shaven smooth flesh and her pretty pubic mound, and he
laughed at himself for forgetting.  He reached up and took a tit in each
hand, finding that a pleasant susbstitute for young boy-cock.

   Beside him Sir Henry had no such decision to make, no choice of anus or
cunt.  The boy kneeling in front of him had plenty of the girl about him,
with his seamed, glossy stockings, his tight see-through blouse, and the
suspender belt making a lacy white line across his tanned back.  He slipped
his hands into the opening of the boy's lacy panties, and his cock was
instantly fully erect as he felt that warm, silky flesh.  Parting the
buttocks, the boy's anus was puckered and tight closed, though still red
from Sir George's earlier spirited buggery.  Henry's mind went back to all
those boys he had buggered at school, including George, of course.  The
lube was laying on the carpet where George had left it earlier.  He was
careful not to use too much, just a drop in the boy's anus, and enough to
make his own cock shine.  He wanted to really feel this, and not slide too
easily in the oil.  He placed his knob and pushed, feeling the slight
resistance of the anal sphincter give way, and his knob pop in.  The boy
flinched, of course, but did not cry out or protest: he was already
well-trained and experienced.  Good!  Henry hated weeping boys, weeping
virgin girls for that matter too.  He liked his girls...  and boys... 
young and tight, but compliant as well.  He pushed right in till his thighs
met the lacy white, silly but sexy panties.  He reached under the boy to
hold onto his tits, but found only the flat chest and little pointy nipples
of a young lad.  He laughed at himself for forgetting, and lowered his
hands till he found the little, hard cock and the small, shaven balls.  He
held onto these as a pleasant alternative means of guiding the boy's
movements.

   Tracy had been surprised when she felt the cock enter her cunt, as she
had been sure he would have her in her arse.  But she decided to make the
most of it, and jutted her bottom out further so he would penetrate even
deeper with each thrust.  He was fucking her properly, with long, strong
thrusts, and his balls were flapping against her at the end of each push,
when his thighs smacked into her butt.  she could feel her excitement
rising: she was going to come again.  This was good!  And she was being
paid for it!She was coming, her head buried in the satin cushions.  At that
moment her orgasm took a sudden and disturbing form as the cock slid from
her cunt and without losing a second of its steady rhythm shoved violently
into her arsehole.  She screamed, but amazingly her orgasm still mounted,
and for the first time in her young life she was actually coming while
being fucked in the arse.  It hurt, but it hurt good.  Pain and pleasure
were mixed, and it was the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced.  She
was aware of his hands squeezing and kneading her tits, but over everything
the dominance of the male organ reaming her out.  She wondered if he knew
she was coming when he switched to her arse, or if it was just a lucky
coincidence: there was no change in the steady, powerful rhythm of his
movements.  He still gripped her tits, one in each hand.  She looked
sideways, and saw her brother was being fucked hard, being fucked faster
and more violently, in fact than herself, and Henry was wanking him at the
same time, which was more than Sir George had done for her, but she had not
needed it.

   'Mine came.  How you doing, Henry?  '

   'Sweetest little arse ever, George.  Like dipping it in a barrel of
honey.'

   'Why do you men always want us kneeling down.  It's nice the other way
too.' Tracy interrupted their chat.  She was still being fucked with long,
slow, searching sweeps.

   'You like to feel a man on top, sweetheart?'

   'Oh yes.  See your face, and it's easier to play with my cunt at the
same time.  But that was a lovely cum!'

   'Let's switch over, George.  I'll give her what she wants, and I know
you'd rather have this little angel you old cockhound.'

   The two men disengaged their glistening cocks from their teenage
playthings.  'On the carpet, Wayne.  We'll leave the sofa to these two
straights.  Us gays can do it anywhere.'

   The boy was smiling as they lay down together on the thick red-piled
carpet.  George took him in his arms and kissed, receiving a lovely wet and
passionate kiss in return.  He could feel the boy's hard little cock
pressing against his body, above his belly, about at the bottom of his
ribs. His own cock was against the lad's nyhlon stockings.  He decided to
have some of this nonsense off, and pulled the boy's panties down, then the
see-through blouse off over the boy's head.  'There, that's better.' He
left the suspender belt and stockings: the boy's legs looked quite good in
them, and the strappy shoes gave him beautiful ankles!

   Back to kissing, now, tongues meeting and entering each other's mouths.
The boy was feeling his man all over, every part he could reach.  George
caressed his shoulders and neck, and especially where the fine hair was so
very blonde, ash-blonde at the nape of his neck.  He was the sweetest
little angel, and so willing with his ever-hard cock.  He was desperate to
fuck him again, to possess him and finally pump his spunk deep into him. 
He rolled the lad over on his back, lifted his legs, regretting for a
moment he had left the stockings on and denied himself the feel of that
even silkier skin, and bent the boy's legs back.  His arsehole was exposed
completely, still open from Henry's fucking, slightly red and inflamed in
contrast to the white, soft flesh of his inner thighs.  The tiny balls,
tight in their sack, looked so innocent and vulnerable that he wanted to
kiss them, but his cock was demanding arse so he presented his knob to the
open and welcoming arsehole.  It slipped in so easily now, with the boy not
flinching at all.

   On the sofa above them Henry had the girl on her back as he had
promised. She too had her legs in the air, over his shoulders, sometimes
gripping his head between nylon-encased thighs.  He had for a moment
hesitated whether to fuck her in the pussy or arse, but decided as he had
already enjoyed her cunt, it would be arsehole this time.  He suspected,
despite the vaigra, it would be his last fuck this evening.  So his cock
was in her anus, sliding easily in and out as her little right hand worked
away at her clitoris, rubbing, tweaking, teasing, fingers sometimes
entering her cunt.  He glanced sideways and down to see his friend tweaking
his boy's nipples, and thought to himself how much more exciting his little
girl's tits were, so firm and yet supple under his palms.  He squeezed
them, and felt an answering contraction in the girl's arse, gripping his
cock for a brief second even tighter than before.  This was great, he
thought, and squeezed her tits again.  Again that grip on his cock,
incredibly even tighter than her vigorous and muscled vagina walls.  He
wondered if it was an involuntary reflex, or whether the girl had already
learned, at her tender age, to add to a man's pleasure like this.  She was
certainly adding to her own pleasure, her right hand stroking, tweaking her
clit, and sliding down to enter her cunt before returning again glistening
and moist to the true centre of female joy.

   Henry looked down at the slight figure beneath him, the bare, slender
chest, the arms almost too thin as yet, and nonetheless so tanned and sexy,
and mostly at the boy's hand which was sliding up and down his little cock,
sometimes pausing a moment to cradle tiny, naked balls, but always
returning to that cock.  The boy had his eyes tight closed, lost in his own
pleasure, the result of a cock ramming into his now completely relaxed and
open arse, and his own spirited masturbation.  Henry tweaked the boy's
nipples hard enough to probably cause pain, but the boy merely groaned,
eyes still fast-closed, and his only real reaction being a sudden spasm in
his anus, gripping the man's cock tight for a moment before releasing it.
Henry would have liked to have kissed him, enjoyed for a moment that
angelic and so apparently innocent face, but was unwilling as this would
have spoiled the lad's masturbation, have crushed cock and hand between
their two bodies.  And, indeed, Wayne was about to cum, his eyes open now
but rolling and unfocused, fist wanking ever faster and harder.  Henry
watched as a streamer of cum spurted out of the little red knob, splashing
white onto the boy's tanned chest and belly.  The hand paused a brief
moment, then slid up and down again, and there was a second squirt of
delicious boy-come.  It was too much for Henry, who with a great deep
thrust unloaded his first hot spunk into the boy's arse.  Another thrust,
and another spurt, almost painful in its intensity.  Slower thrusts now,
and that delicious oozing at the end of a big orgasm, the boy's arse
alternately contracting and releasing as his own orgasm died away.

   Tracy saw the little fountain of boy cum as well, and thought of the
feeling a few minutes before when that little boy, her brother, had fucked
her as well as any man and had filled her cunt with virgin cum.  The second
little fountain, and she decided she would have him again, and soon,
perhaps as soon as they got back to the hostel.  Her clit was ready and she
squeezed it hard between finger and thumb, her favourite way of ending a
wanking session.  She was coming, and George saw that look in her eye, that
grimace on her face, and realised she was going to cum, a cock in her arse.
Not many of the girls he had fucked in the arse had managed to cum while he
was up them.  He felt a stupid pride in this, but also and excitement as
her anus contracted on him in her orgasm, and he too was coming.  Like his
friend with the boy, he collapsed in her arms, still embedded in her,
enjoying the alternate squeezing.

   It took a bit of cleaning up with towels, all that bottom-fucking, but
this was finished, and Henry put a dvd on the wide-screened television. 
The two children watched amazed at the kinky content.  It was clearly a
professional bit of film-making, and although the boy and girl were made to
look young, you could see they were really in their late teens and almost
certainly "legal".  They were dressed in sexy lingerie, like Wayne and
Tracy, but with more complicated basques, and with high heeled shoes with
laces up their stockinged legs as far as their knees.  A matching pair,
like Tracy and Wayne, but both dark haired and Latin in appearance.  What
was fascinating was that the two men, old like Sir George and Sir Henry,
were both tied up with their hands over their heads.  And the children were
whipping them.  The brother and sister could see the men were enjoying the
mistreatment as their cocks stood up strongly!

   'Time to get dressed again, Children.  My man Jarvis will take you back
to the hostel.'

   Wayne was posing and looking at himself from all angles in the long
mirror.  'May I keep these pretty things please, sir.  I think I like them
now!'

   Tracy interrupted Sir Henry.  'Better not, Wayne.  They'll only get
nicked.  And some of the boys will tease you rotten when they find them.'

   'Best leave them here, Wayne.  You can wear them again next time you
visit us.  And you can try out some of the things in that film.'

   Tracy perked up at the hint of repeat business.  This had been paying,
and great sex!  And it was likely to get even better.

   Sir Henry called Jarvis, and the children were slightly surprised at the
uniformed driver's blank, expressionless face confronted with his
employer's nakedness.

   'You have been a good girl, Tracy.  Here is some more for you and your
excellent brother.' He handed her a couple of notes from the folder still
on a table.  'But I expect you to be especially nice to Jarvis when he
stops on the way back.  Now run along, and look out for my car the same
time today week.'



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