A Star Is Born by © Joyce Hamilton tg Fm inc Mm mm Leaning on one elbow, she looked at the head on the pillow beside her, long golden hair spilling over the white pillow-slip. No-one needs a description of Serina, the super-model: her face and figure look out from a hundred magazines each week. Her lover, Victoria, almost as famous, felt her own breast and recalled the orgasms Serina had given her. The glow of the three marvelous powerful orgasms still radiated through her body, rising from her satisfied cunt. Beside her, the beautiful face was in repose; her matchless breasts rose and fell with the regular breathing. How different from the frenetic, panting climax of a few moments ago, her face convulsed in a semblance of rage! Lying on her back, her soft, white belly was firm and flat, and her long, slender legs moved occasionally, as if recalling in her sleep the recent fucking. Face, breasts, belly, legs, even bottom, all were known and familiar to the millions of her public, but not that which nestled between her thighs, and at this moment escaped from the tight black panties which were all she wore. Victoria reached out and felt the limp cock, displacing momentarily Serina's hand, and then cradled the balls, gently so as not to disturb the sleep of her lover. The prick, which had been so urgent a mere half hour ago, shagging Victoria to multiple orgasms, filling her with hot, white sperm. Victoria allowed her palm to brush one of the model's lovely bosoms, the hard nipple tickling her. Then , gently, she felt the breast, enjoying the rounded contours, the firmness, the softness of the clear, white skin. One hand cradling her shaven balls, she leaned over and kissed the breast, and passed her lips over the skin, savouring its smoothness. Taking a nipple between her lips, she gently nibbled it. Serina stirred, and her hand , already resting on her prick, grasped it. Still in her sleep, the transexual felt and fondled her cock, and Victoria watched it swell, twitch, and swell more. Serina muttered something in her sleep, as the cock reached full erection. Her hand was now wanking in its sleep, and Victoria took the knob in her mouth . Serina awoke. 'Not again, Vikki, surely not yet!' 'That's not what your cock thinks, Seri. It's gone hard again!' Fully awake, Serina rolled on top of her lover, kneeling over her face, while Victoria sucked at the cock, and fondled the plumpish bottom. Balls and cock were outside the constricting, tight , black panties. She swallowed the full length without gagging, and Serina moved, as if shagging a cunt rather than a mouth. She knelt up, away from the worshipping face , after a few minutes. 'I'm not going to come, Vikki. Later! Go and get us a couple of drinks. I'm thirsty..' Vikki returned with two long whiskeys, and the lovers sat up in bed drinking them, the afternoon sunlight streaming in and lighting their lovely bodies. 'When did you first know you were trans?' asked Victoria. 'Oh, that's a long tale. Are you sure you want to hear it? 'I'd love to....' 'Promise you won't tell a soul!' 'You know I wouldn't, darling Seri.' She kissed the girl's forehead. Serina's mother divorced when the boy (as she then was) was twelve, and he was brought up in a house without a man for a crucial two years. He recalls the first time he masturbated as being in a frenzy of frustration. He had just been told by his mother that she was separating from her husband, his father: in shock he ran to his room, and found his prick standing, and unbearably tense. Without knowing what he was doing, he jerked it off. There was, of course, no emission, but the relief was immediate and pleasurable. Two days later this rather disturbed boy (his name then was Hugh) walked into the main bedroom thinking his mother was downstairs. She was dressing, and he saw her statuesque figure. He could recall the image with great clarity today, even twelve years later. It had been in his fantasies all those years. She was in black, shiny high-heels, with glossy black seamed stockings; her legs were slim and long, and her ankles very beautiful, he thought. The black basque had suspender straps, and the boy remembers the contrast of the black satin with the soft white skin of her thighs. Her bottom, rounded by the basque, seemed to jut out, and the arse-cheeks stretched the thin, shiny, black satin of her bikini panties. As she faced him, he could see a wisp of black cunt hair escaping from the gusset. He couldn't but notice the swelling of her cunt- lips outlined by the very tight material. Under the satin basque, her belly was rounded, but shapely, but it was her breasts that hypnotised the boy. The black satin platform forced them up into two white, rounded mounds.. The cleavage was deep, and he could see a bead of sweat. He stood and stood, and looked and looked. Then he offered a muttered apology, embarrassed, face bright scarlet. His mother laughed, and pirouetted. 'Never mind, Hugh. You're the only man I've got now, to look at me.' From then on, his nightly masturbation was accompanied by images of this beautiful woman, always in black, nylon lingerie. As he learned about sexual practises from his schoolmates, she always figured in them, however gross. He would come twice most nights just thinking about her, before he could sleep. His excitement would be compounded with guilt at involving his mother in his nightly sucking, fucking, yes, and bondage! About two months later his mother was out visiting a friend when Hugh got the urge and started jerking. The image of the woman in her panties came so strongly, he decided to look for them. His heart fluttered with fear and excitement as he stole into her bedroom, and opened the wardrobe. On a shelf she kept her lingerie in sets, and ther, right on top, were the most lovely white panties. Sheer, shiny satin at the back, and frothy white lace at the front. Hugh lifted them up, gingerly, carefully as if he might break the light, sacred women's things. He placed the satin against his cheek, and smelt the light perfume of eau de cologne. He took the heap to the bed, and laid them out. Bra, panties, suspender belt. He went back and found some stockings and shoes, and laid these out, too. All this time his cock twitched, and demanded the occasional rub . Laying on her bed, he again rested his face against the panties, arranged so the silky satin was against his cheek. Now he rubbed them against his standing cock. A sudden, irresistible urge forced him to pull the panties on, raising hisbottom to pull them tight up into his crotch. He caressed his bottom, his hands luxuriating in the satin, tight across soft cheeks. Now to his cock, feeling it hard and springy under the thin lace. In a sudden frenzy he seized the nylons and , clumsily, put them on, first one leg, then the other. He stood on the bed, and looked at himself in the mirror. He was pretty! Now the suspenders. Fastened round his waist. Six straps, difficult, all fingers and thumbs, but all clipped at last. The bra....too big...grabs more rolled-up stockings and shoves them in, making false tits. The shoes! Incredibly excited now, the young boy paraded up and down in front of the mirrored wardrobes, admiring his undie-clad body. His prick pushing out the nylon panties. He collapsed on the bed, wanking, careful not to come and spoil this wonderful new experience. Suddenly, as he lay, eyes closed, a hand on his bottom. Horror! Mother! His mother was in most ways a very sensible woman. Warming tenderly to her troubled son, she took him in her arms and cuddled him as he sobbed in shame and embarrassment. 'Never mind, darling. Mummy understands.' And she gently crooned, 'There,there,there.....' The boy calmed down, and she became aware of his hard prick against her belly....the first she'd felt for months! She also became aware with some surprise of her own sexual excitement, as her cunt became moist. This was the moment when she should have broken away, but how could she? Almost without thinking, she touched his cock through the nylon, and slipping her hand down the front of the panties, grasped it softly in her right hand, and masturbated it. In seconds, Hugh came, for the first time in his young life actually spurting spunk. The knickers were wet with it. She cuddled him more. 'There, that's better isn't it? I liked that! Now let's get you out of my undies......next time the suspender belt goes under the panties. You should put it on first...before the panties, and before the stockings.' As she undressed him she promised, 'We'll get you your own undies, to really fit you. You can come with me to the shops tomorrow, and we'll chose them together.' And she kissed him, on the lips for the first time in his life. Hugh was normally embarassed when she pecked his cheek or forehead, but now he felt a sense of fulfillment and warmth, as he reciprocated, kissing her back. They shopped in a big department store, buying him lingerie sets in white and black nylon. Hugh found the texture of the undies as important as their look, and he went for those with the luxurious feel of satin, and only lacy for decorative trim. There was no point in bras (yet!), so they compromised by buying satin singlets, including two in nearly transparant nylon. Next was nightwear, and they chose a shortie nightie in pink, completely see-through, but exciting to the touch, and a silky satin jacket that would just cover his bottom. He could wear his mother's shoes at the moment, but they were into the spirit of the thing, and they got sale price, a pair of gold strappy sandals, with very high heels. Then a dress, a slinky little thing in Chinese silk, and a mini-skirt and blouse. At home, they went straight to his mother's bedroom to try things on. She fussed about him, undressing him completely. Then, lying back on the bed, she said, 'You get dressed and I'll watch. Remember, panties over suspenders, like mine.' She hitched up her skirt to show him her stocking tops and green silk panties. The boy, naked, cupped his balls in both hands, and seemed to be showing off his hard cock to the woman, his mother. He took the tag off a white suspender belt and tried to clip it together, behind his back. 'Try clipping it at the front, and then twisting it round to the back!' Then a new packet of nylons, that he rolled up first one leg then the other. He looked in the mirror and straightened the seams. With some difficulty he managed to fasten the clips and then he, slowly and luxuriously, pulled on the white satin panties. He looked a picture, and on the bed his mother decided to take off her skirt and blouse to join him. Now he put on his satin singlet and his new slippers. Looking at himself in the mirror, he stroked the satin front of his panties and vest, and rubbed the still-erect penis. His mother, lying on her back, was in her undies. Black bra and green panties. 'Come here,' she said huskily, and the boy lay beside her on the bed. She hugged him close, his face pressing into her breasts, and caressed the buns of his rump. He felt her breasts against him, and the warmth of her cunt against his belly, rubbing on his cock, as she wriggled. 'Feel me. You can stroke me if you want,' she whispered, licking around his ear as she did so. He shivered, but caressed the firm, round melons of her bottom, then her breasts through the thin nylon. His prick was straining, almost painful, as his hands wandered over the warm white skin of her belly, rounded and soft to the touch. 'My poor darling. Still the hard-on? Let me help you.' She put her hand into the waist of his panties and grasped the shaft. Then she moved her hand up and down it, her first cock for twelve months. She remembered the warmth of the soft skin and the solidity of the gristly muscle beneath. She was getting hotter, wetter. In moments the boy came, flooding her hand this time with come. 'That was lovely,' she said. 'Now I've got to do something. We feel just like you do, you know, us women.' She was on the point of coming in any case, so it was enough for her to gently rub the gusset of her knickers a few times for an orgasm to sweep through her body. The boy was amazed by the groans, tiny squeaking cries, her flushed face, the heaving of her thighs. 'There, now we've both come! Let's see you in your new dress.' The boy put on his new Chinese robe, and she , too, got dressed. 'We must do something with your hair,' she said. 'It's long enough for a girl's, but needs a good cut. And I'll show you how to make-up...and do your nails.' Serena had almost forgotten Victoria beside her as she recalled these long- gone days. 'Not boring you I hope, Vikki?' Victoria, sitting beside her, put her arms around her friend and hugged her, kissing her lips. 'No, darling Seri. It's enthralling. Don't stop!' 'That's what you always say! Well, that night I slept with my mother, and we shared a bed for many years after. I had washed and undressed, folding my undies carefully, and had just put on my new see-through nightie. I had yet another erection of course, from the feel and look of the nightie! My mother walked in. She was wearing silver satin pyjama tops, and no bottoms. The jacket just covered her rump, but as she walked, holding the jacket together, I got glimpses of her cunt. But I could see her long, slim legs only too clearly. She was smiling, very happy, as she came over and hugged me, my chest against her tits, pressing my hard cock against the satin of her jacket. 'Come to bed with me tonight.' She sat on the side of the bed, and allowed her jacket to fall open. . And so we went to bed together.In the warmth of her bed, we snuggled up, kissing and cuddling. Her jacket undone, she placed my hand on her breast, and showed me how to titillate her nipple. To this day I can still feel the warmth, the round firmness, the softness of the skin, as I fondled it, in near ecstacy. She cradled my balls in one hand, and felt my naked prick with the other. Her hands were crushed between our two bodies. Then she took my other hand and carried it down to her cunt. 'Rub me there, now' she said, and my little hand felt a hot, moist cunt for the first time. She took my hand and guided it to her clit. 'That's the best place,' she said. I rubbed and she came, frightening me a bit as she hugged me and bit my shoulder. 'I suppose she didn't actually mean to commit incest, at least not consciously, but the hot , open cunt and the hard little prick probably made it inevitable once we went to bed. At all events, as we cuddled, I felt my cock enter her as if by accident, engulfed in the warm tightness of her vagina. Doubtless, it was very wrong, but it felt so right. She pulled me in close to her, her hands one on my bottom and the other in the small of my back. I could feel her belly pushing on me while she squeezed me to her, increasing the penetration. She was making the same soothing noises as the first time we'd caressed. Then she started to move under me, a rolling, heaving motion, dragging her clit against my pubic hairs while keeping my cock firmly inside her, my cock hardly moving at all. But I wanted to move it, so I too started to hump up and down. The bed shook and creaked, the classic tune of bedsprings! I felt her naked breasts pressed against the thin nylon of my nightie, but most of all I felt the warm wetness of her vagina, and the nipping movements as it gripped my cock. Like a coiled spring, my orgasm unfolded, the most powerful of my life, ever. No, not even with you, Vikki! And as I pumped my spunk into her, she came as well, shouting her joy, slapping my bottom, her legs tight around me. We lay for a few moments, probably both confused by the intensity of our passion, our illegal passion! Then I caressed her lovely breasts, that had so filled my dreams and fantasies since that time I'd first seen her nearly naked. She kissed my naked belly, whispering endearments, and then lowered her mouth onto my prick, taking the soft member fully into her mouth. As her tongue worked on it I felt it stiffen, and mother moved her mouth faster and faster on it. Then she turned round, so her so her cunt was up close to my face as she sucked. 'Kiss me there, ' she said. I hesitated, never having imagined such a thing. 'Please kiss me there....' I ran my hand along the naked, shaven lips of her cunt, and licked my finger. I liked it...... So, hesitantly, I kissed her labia as if they were a mouth. I liked the feel, soft and silky, and poked my tongue right into the slit as if in a french kiss. She moved her hips up and down, rubbing the whole slit against my tongue. I liked the juices spread over my face as she fucked it, titillating my cock with tongue and lips. To get more I put my tongue right into her vagina, lapping the liquids. She moaned and took my cock entirely into her mouth. I remebered what she had said when we first masturbated and licked the erect clit, taking it between my lips , pulling and nipping it. My hands sought out her bottom, slick with her juices, and I softly rimmed her with one finger. Then I found her breasts and fondled them, feeling her hard, long nipples. Together we moved faster and faster, cock deep in mouth, and mouth pressed very hard against gaping cunt. And again we came, me spurting down her throat, she shagging my face in an ecstacy of joy. This lovemaking went on most nights for two years. At school Hugh was a boy, at home he became Serina, and the lover of his mother. He never looked at another girl, or boy come to that. However, his mother had another man on occasions, and one evening she brought home a toyboy. He was a tall, slim lad, perhaps four years older than Hugh, now fourteeen. She introduced him as Rupert. 'He's my big , bad, Bear.' Serina was miffed, but his mother cuddled him, and told him Rupert knew all about their relationship and understood. He just wanted to add to it, not supplant the young transvestite. So why not just go to bed, the three of them, and see how it worked out? 'It worked out very well, in fact,' said Serina. 'That first night I realised I was bisexual, as indeed was Rupert. We undressed, Mother and Rupert completely,and me down to my panties and stockings, though as I remember, I was wearing open-crotch panties so I might just as well have been naked. At first I watched mother and her boyfriend kiss and caress, but when they sucked each other, then I wanted to join in. I crushed myself against her back ( she was laying on her side), reached round and fondled her tits. My face was pressed up on her ample white bottom, and I could feel the busy tongue of the young man working an inch or two away. I parted the cheeks of her arse and pressed my mouth against her arsehole, felching it, just as Rupert was servicing her cunt. This was the first time I'd really noticed her anus, but I soon learned that slipping my tongue in and out of the rose was a delightful pursuit, as she moaned and wriggled with passion, her anus nipping and squeezing my exploring tongue. Now Rupert turned round and pulled her on top of him, his cock instantly up her juicy vulva. My tongue still probing her anus, I could look at the prick from an inch away. I pushed my hand round and under, succeeding in getting it between them as they moved together, and held his cock for a moment, letting it slide between my thumb and forefinger, sliding in the juice of their fucking. With each shove he was in to the very hilt: he would hold motionless a second before withdrawing and immediately shoving again. Mother moaned as my tongue still slipped in and out her other hole. Rupert was now moving slowly. I suddenly thought 'Why not?', and Turning round, presented my stiff little implement to the arse that I'd already softened and relaxed orally. I pushed it in beyond the knob and despite it being rather small, at fourteeen, Mother squealed in protest. However, I was now right up her, and I started to move hard in and out. It may be that she'd never had a prick in her bum before, at least that's what she claimed, but despite the initial pain and protests, she found it exciting. Her hips pressed back and forth as we shagged her, our hands roving over tits, belly , thighs, until she came. It was a huge, rolling orgasm that mounted up to new peaks of pleasure. I could feel her rectum contracting as she came, and also Rupert's thrusts through the thin wall that separated our pricks. Rupert came with one of the final spasms of her orgasm. I was still banging hard against her buttocks, my cock going in full- length each thrust. And I came, spilling hot jizz ito her possibly virgin bum. She felt the scalding hot spurts and came yet again as I made my final thrusts, and Rupert held his cock in place. Rupert rolled over me so I lay between them. As I lay there limp, he caressed my thighs and bottom. I turned over slightly so he could feel the nylon knickers and slip his hand under to fondle my arse-cheeks. I soon noticed he liked to run his hand up and down my stockinged leg and then onto the soft, white flesh above. He slipped his hand under a suspender strap and squeezed my whole thigh, then playfully let it snap back , stinging me. I reciprocated, feeling for the first time the strong muscles of a youth's arse, and the soft skin. My mother's body forgotten for the moment as she lay back contented, I explored this firm, male body, its belly, chest, and biceps. I was getting hard again as Rupert held my cock, feeling it swell with his touch. He turned round on the bed and took it in his mouth as Mother so often had. His cock was against my face, still floppy. But I held it a second, looking at it. Then I put it in my mouth, the whole of it under my tongue. It stiffened and I could feel the knob pushing against the roof of my mouth. In a moment it was fully erect and I gagged. I took it out and studied the sloping knob and straight shaft. And back, now, into my mouth, my hand running up and down the shaft as well. It was so exciting I thought I would come. 'Stop, Rupert, stop a minute. Make it last....'I implored. But Rupert would have none of this and sucked even faster and harder until I came, full in his greedy mouth. He swallowed it all. 'Kneel down!' I knew what was going to happen now, and felt partly fear, but partly excitement, too. He knelt behind me, and I felt him part my bottom cheeks. His face was rough as he pressed it against my smoothness, his hands still running up and down my glossy nylons, enjoying the slimness of my very feminine legs. His tongue licked my ring and the penetrated, tickling my virgin arsehole. I'd never had a tongue, let alone a finger, fist, aor cock! I giggled. 'That's nice, Rupert. I like that.' 'Then you'll like this, too,' he said, and annointed me with saliva, parted my crease,placed his knob against my arsehole, and penetrated it. The pain was terrible, but two hard, little shoves and it was replaced by a warm glow, and my scream was stifled almost before it rang out. The pleasure was growing now and I could feel his weapon stretching my anus and filling my rectum. I started to move, rocking backwards and forwards in time with his thrusts. He was shafting me long and slow, making every inch of his prick tell. I felt his hands kneading my buttocks, and he would sometimes slap them, or ping my suspenders. 'You have a lovely round arse, Serina, and a beautiful tight arsehole. Is that good?' 'Oh, yes! I've never felt anything like this. You are filling me with warmth. Oh! I can feel your come splashing up in me. Bang it hard, Rupert.' He thrust stronger and stronger with each of the six spurts that I felt up in my innards. Victoria reached down and fonndled the cock of the blonde lying beside her on the satin sheets. 'You've made me very, very randy,' she said. 'And by the state of your cock you're ready again too. Why not have my arse this time? I know you love that. Especially if I dildo my cunt at the same time. I'll kneel down. Get the dildo out, lover.' Serina massaged the back of the kneeling Victoria, the muscles behind the neck, the shoulder blades, the waist, and then the rounded bottom. She reached round and felt perfect, firm breasts, and moistened the dildo in her mouth before switching on the vibrator and rubbing it on her clit, and then , gently , into her arse.. 'Oh, yes. That's good, ' Victoria panted, and took the dildo in her own hand. 'Now shag my arse, Seri darling. I want to feel you stretch me!' Serina wiped her cock in the kneeling model's wet cunt and, now lubricated, shoved it into her arse, quite roughly, the way she knew her lover liked it. She could feel the vibrator through the thin membrane as Victoria shagged herself with the noisy machine, and it added to her excitement shagging her arse.She slapped the wobbling arse-cheeks till they flushed pink, and then caressed them, before slapping them again. The kneeling girl came, but she didn't stop. The dildo fell from her cunt as she moaned with increasing intensity. Her hands no longer played with her clit, and her pleasure was wholly from the prick that filled her rectum. Serina sensed the girl's approaching second climax and slowed her thrusts a bit, but each stroke removing the knob completely, and forcing it anew through the narrow, tight anus. Finally the moment was right, as the strokes became faster and more vigorous. Her thighs smote the buttocks of the moaning woman, who thrust back each time to meet them. 'Come you spoilt bitch! Come with a prick up your arase!' And Serina slapped her bottom twice more, hard, before pressing her tits into the girl's back, arms around her, and fingers tweaking the nipples of those magnificent breasts, quite brutally. The pain and pleasure made Victoria come in a scream of delight, and a moment later she felt the hot spunk pour into her punctured arse, firm tits grinding into her back. Later. 'That was good Vikki. You're the best.' 'Seri, I think I love you....' And they hugged. 'How did you become transexual, Seri?' 'It was Rupert. One night after we'd fucked to a standstill he was playing with my nipples. He asked me whether I'd like to have proper breasts instead of the falsies I had to wear when dressed. When I said I'd love that, and all my fantasies included men and women sucking at and playing with my tits, he told me there was no reason why not. He was into the drug scene a bit, and his dealer also sold steroids, and more to the point, female hormones. They were not dear, and if I wanted he'd get me enough for a course. He promised my hair would become finer, my skin softer, my legs and bottom even more feminine, but the main thing was I'd get lovely breasts.' And so Serina started her real transformation. Pretty soon they had to get the fourteen year old off school games, or the staff would have seen and asked questions. A fake case of asthma was invented and did the trick. That was ok with the teachers (or all except one of them!) but the other girls, and especially the boys, soon found out that 'Hugh' had nice tits. The summer was the worst, or perhaps the best, as the open air and fine weather gave many opportunities for petting. Serina, accustomed now to her bisexuality, enjoyed the sexual favours of boyfriends and girlfriends. She had taken to wearing sexy undies under her boy's school uniform and she would often cycle out to the country in the evening with a boyfriend, park their bikes, and wander into the forest. In some grassy glade, they would lay down, and she would allow the boy to open her blouse and feel inside. She liked the passion with which these lads would feel her breasts through the bra, so much more titillating undies than most of the girls could wear. Usually, she would take off her blouse and skirt and lay in her bra and panties, the boy's hands feeling her tits and bottom mainly. Sometimes they were a bit upset when she reached into their trousers to feel cock, always hard by now. But 'Fair's fair'. You get to feel my bottom and tits. I get to feel you too! And you're so big there. And so strong....' And she would soon have the lad naked, her hands wandering all over the firm, young, muscular flesh. And the cock. She loved to take a young cock in her mouth, and would often suck a boy to completion. Otherwise she would tell him to shag her, either pulling the panties aside or removing them. The boys could not get too much of this, and many of them became fixated on mouths and arseholes as their preferred sexual options, to the surprise of the girls they later settled down with. She introduced them, too, to troilism, loving to have a prick in her mouth and in her arse at the same time. Some of the young boys were persuaded to suck her cock in return for her arsehole, or some such bargain. Sometimes she even had them suck each other for her amusement, and also when she wanted more hard pricks but felt lazy about provoking them. In the town park, she would deliberately show her nylon knickers under her school shorts, and tempt grown men into dangerous indiscretions. Her attractive maths teacher succombed to this temptation, and was often required to service her anus as a result. He didn't grumble, preferring her tender young flesh to the more mature men and women he normally had truck with. Generally, among a generation of boys in that town, and some of their elders, she spread a tolerance of homosexuality, of transsexuality, and a delight in cocks as well as cunts. Having been eased into sex with two cocks, many young lads found solace with other lads when the delectable Serina was not available. Vikki interrupted. 'I bet you'd like to have a few of those clean young boys now Seri!' 'You'd be surprised who I have in my bed. If you want some teenage flesh, you bad girl, just tell me, and we can share next time I seduce a boy. Or perhaps a thirteen year-old girl, tits just starting, no cunt hair?' And the girls, too. Her best friends were girls,and she was interested in girlish rather than boyish things. They would come round to her house, and stay with Serina, as opposed to 'Hugh' at school.It is a touchstone of the loyalty of these friends, boys and girls, that they have not broken her secret in the world now she is famous. Many of these girls found their way to Serina's bed, where in the way of young girls, they enjoyed her breasts and rounded feminine shape. These little teenage 'lesbians' delighted in the mouth and fingers of the lovely girl, but most of all in the prick, ever at attention for them, for their hands, mouths, cunts, breasts, or arseholes, for Serina taught her friends all the modes of lovemaking. 'So there you are, Vikki: that's how your favourite Seri got to be what she is. Now let's have a nice suck before we have to get up.'