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 Fostering: (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Fg, Mg, FF, Mm, tv.

   "You haven't taken your eyes off that girl for ten minutes, Harry."

   No more than fourteen, he guessed, but a real cutie.  She was with her
mother who was a looker too with the same blonde hair, but completely
outshone by her daughter.  The girl was wearing an itsy-bitsy bikini that
covered her shame but in fact emphasised those firm young tits, that flat
belly, narrow waist, and the triangle of her pubes.  Just now she had
pulled the bikini panties up tighter and the shape of her young pussy was
outlined.  The rare sight had only lasted a minute or two but by itself had
been worth the traffic queues down to the seaside just to clap eyes on such
a wet dream.

   "She's dead sexy, Doris!"

   "I wouldn't kick her out of bed, and I can see you wouldn't either!"

   She laughed and tapped her husband's crotch where she could see his cock
stiff under the floppy shorts.

   "You'll be thinking about her tits when you stick that up me tonight..."

   "And you'll be thinking about her pussy lips while I do.  Plump little
pussy for such a young girl."

   "You noticed that too, did you, you old hound?"

   For both Harry and Doris it was second time around with no children from
their second marriage, which was what is called "an open marriage".  Both
were allowed lovers, sometimes shared them.  And neither was ashamed to
find the teenage girl sexy.

   "Just a dream, Doris.  No way we could have one like that, more's the
pity."

   "Illegal, Harry!"

   "Worth the risk, Doris.  Look at that cute bum, those legs.  Ooooh!"

   His moan was sheer sexual desire, lust.

   "Unless we adopted one...."

   "Two or three years, and then a little madam getting in the way."

   "Foster parents then.  Don't have to keep them for ever: just those
lovely early teenage years."



   So, on a sunny beach, triggered by a sexy teenage girl, the idea was
generated.  It drove their sexual appetite for weeks, used to increase the
pleasure of their sex with shared fantasies of threesomes with teenage
girls, and gradually became an ambition, a plan, a project and finally
months later an achievement.

   Their first foster child was a twelve-year-old girl, Grace.  The wheels
of the law grind slow, and the girl had been a year "in care" before she
arrived in Fuchsia Avenue with the Huggins.  Her father was in jail, for
abusing her "seriously" is all the care people would tell the new
foster-parents, and the mother was apparently lucky not to be inside too.
One other man went to prison but was out now.  The Huggins knew the
bare-bones of the case, not the details: the girl herself had never
complained and had been an "unsatisfactory witness" refusing to say what
went on in her parents' room: the Care officer thought it was because she
was traumatised.  The couple had been caught by a peeping-tom neighbour who
had reported them to the authorities, along with a photo he had helpfully
taken on his mobile.  No-one outside the court knew what was in the photo,
except that it showed "serious abuse" by her father.  The mother was
present at the scene, as was a second man, who was unlucky as there was no
real case against him, but Plod found illegal images on his computer when
he was taken in for questioning.

   The delay in fostering really was inexcusable, but it had its positive
side as it was the start of the school summer holidays and Grace would have
a long time to settle in her new home.  Harry was early-retired" (at 52),
and Doris, ten years younger, worked only three mornings a week at a
supermarket, so the new member would have plenty of plenty of family
contact.

   Harry and Doris had titillated themselves for months, dreaming up ways
to seduce the girl: they had seen her photo, and then met her briefly (she
was in care over a hundred miles from Fuchsia Avenue): these plans had
given a new spice to their sex, and Harry no longer needed viagra to excite
him, though he did not throw away the bottle he had bought in Spain the
summer before!  The girl was not quite the ravishing beauty on the beach
who had prompted the project, but she was pretty enough, quite tiny and
doll-like, but not skinny at all.  Nice tits, probably, and a cute little
arse to go with those narrow hips and shapely legs.  Her face was of the
little-girl pixie type, with a cheeky grin, dark brown eyes, and full lips.


   Obviously the girl was not ignorant of sex, and not only in theory, or
else her daddy would not be in jail!  Promising.



   The first night, Harry and Doris lay in bed having decided the seduction
sadly had to wait till the girl was comfortable in her new home, when they
heard sobbing from the next room.

   "Poor girl!  I'll go and see if I can comfort her."

   Harry thought how lucky he was to have a wife who had kept her looks
into her forties: that bum and slender waist was as appetising now as it
had been when they met.  The see-thru shortie nightie worn without the
panties did her no harm either.  He was glad she had always waxed her
pussy: careful with every aspect of her appearance.  Tits to die for though
cosmetically enhanced!  He was proud of his body too: except for his face
he could have been twenty five, with broad shoulders, tiny bum, and a
six-pack that spoke to hours spent in the gym.



   Grace was laying face-down on top of her duvet, her head buried in the
pillow that must have been wet from her tears.  Her cotton nightdress had
ridden up to expose the cutest bottom, and as she lay with one leg bent
pretty pussy lips, white and hairless in the light from the hall-way. 
Doris felt her clit come alive...  She lay down beside the girl who, in her
black grief seemed not to notice.  She put an arm over the girl's shoulder,
hugged her and whispered.

   "There, there!"

   She stroked the fine skin of the girl's shoulder left bare by the
floppy, over-sized nightie.

   "Tell Auntie Doris about it...."

   The girl turned over, her face a picture of sorrow, the wetness of tears
on her cheeks, sobbing still but no longer actually weeping.

   "They took me away: it was ok at the Care Home."

   "People say they are not nice...."

   "I had a friend, Gloria......"

   "And you miss her, of course.  You'll find friends here I'm sure."

   "I hate sleeping alone.  I always slept with Gloria.  I've never slept
alone.  It's so lonely in the dark....  at night."

   "Well I can stay with you tonight, Grace.  But the bed's all wet with
your tears.  You can sleep with me an Uncle Harry if you want."

   "I'd like that...."



   "Grace is sleeping with us tonight, Harry."

   The girl lay between them: with difficulty, Harry kept his hands off her
as yet, but she and her Auntie were hugging each other.  It was a tiny step
for Doris to kiss the girl, and find an amazingly passionate response. 
Harry watched as they writhed, mouths pressed together, obviously playing
the game of tongues as Doris called it.  Doris was wearing her black
see-thru nightie and was spectacularly sexy, but not more so than Grace in
her little-girl cotton nightdress which had the habit of riding up her
slender legs as they kissed.

   Doris had her hand up that nightdress, and was doubtless testing the
heat of the girl's pussy: Harry had seen her do this so often with their
swinging friends, but never a nubile teenager.  Was twelve teen or
pre-teen? Teen, he thought, kissing and caressing like that!  His cock was
almost painfully hard.  His wife nuzzled the girl's breast through the
cotton, nibbling what must surely have been a stiff little nipple.

   The girl's turn now as she mouthed Doris' breast through the sharp,
shiny nylon, her hand on the woman's naked bum.

   There was a damp patch on the front of the white cotton and her nipple
was outlined at the centre of it as the girl whispered in Doris' ear, but
loud enough for Harry to hear.

   "They're lovely and firm, Auntie Doris.  Can you feel it in your pussy?
I can when you suck mine.

   I love that too Grace, but it's even nicer straight onto my tits,
without this night-dress.

   He watched, as did the girl, when Doris sat up and removed her nightie,
before taking the girl in her arms again.  Her breasts kept the same sexy,
pert outline when she was sitting up as they had laying down.

   "I want to take mine off too.  I always did with Gloria."

   "Lucky Gloria" Harry thought as he watched his wife pull the girl's
nightie off over her head.  He, of course was already naked: always slept
naked.  "Ever-ready" he used to joke, correctly though.

   Doris had a hairless cunt, and from the day he first met her Harry had
never seen body-hair on his wife: they used to joke that Harry, and later
as they started "swinging" most of the other men too, had a special liking
for hairless pussies.  They used to laugh at the idea this was daddies
lusting after their daughters' tender flesh.  No longer just a joke!

   Grace did have body hair, just a tiny triangle of very fine, black hairs
at the base of her belly: most of her mons was as smooth and white as her
breasts, and delicately rounded in contrast to her flat belly.  But her
pussy lips were hairless, nearly white but tinged pretty-pink and seemingly
too large and plump for such a slender little girl.  At the top of the
cleft there was a gleam, a shininess caught in the light of the bedside
lamp, just the suspicion of an alert clitoris, a little pearl peeping out
from under the folded flesh.  The lips were not entirely closed, and Harry
recognised that as a sure sign the girl was sexually aroused already.  As
did his wife, who leaned over the girl, grasped her slender thighs, and
placed a wet kiss, open-mouthed on the girl's pussy-lips, opening them with
her tongue.

   "I think I can guess what you liked to do to Gloria, and what Gloria
liked to do to you."

   Grace lay on her back, legs open and available while Doris lay on top of
her, astride her face, her head nuzzling the girl's crotch.  Harry started
to caress the girl, stroking her smooth thighs as his wife slurped on her
pussy, eagerly, noisily.

   A satisfied sigh from the girl.

   "I was afraid I'd never have this once I left The Care Home".  I love
it. I want to kiss you too....  Auntie!"

   No reply, but there was more slurping as Gracie feasted on her new
Auntie's hot, wet cleft.

   The girl had her arms round the back of the woman and Harry could see
there was as yet no hair in her armpits.  He cuddled up to her and licked
the spicy flesh just there.  With difficulty he infiltrated a hand between
his wife and the girl and managed to press his palm against one of her
breasts squeezing it gently.  This must have triggered the girl because her
sucking of Doris' clit stopped and those long legs tensed.  Not a big one,
Harry thought: we'll have to do better than that!

   Doris felt the spasm through the girl's body too, and although she had
not come herself, she rolled off the girl and lay beside her so the girl
was between her and her husband.

   "That was lovely, Auntie, and it was nice that you were watching, Uncle
Harry.  She stroked his chest and combed fingers through the mat of hair.
"You're hairy like my poor daddy.  And strong like him, too.  The Care Home
was all right with Gloria there, but I did miss my daddy."

   "They told us he abused you, and your mummy did as well."

   This was the nearest the girl had got to real animation as she burst
out, "That was a bloody lie!  They wanted me to say all that in court, but
I wouldn't because it wasn't true.  Daddy and mummy both loved me and I
really loved them, and it was so good with them till those busy-bodies
decided to stop it.  It was lovely.  I wanted it, they wanted it so why
not?"

   "My poor dear.  How awful for you!  I mean being parted from them."

   Her arms around the girl again, she allowed the girl to rest her cute,
elfin face on her shoulder.

   "They must have loved you a lot...."

   "And we enjoyed making love.  They said daddy groomed me....  I groomed
him till he couldn't resist and then we had wonderful sex, first him and
then soon after mummy too.  I thought I would never have that again, at
least till I was grown-up.  My poor daddy's in prison, and neither mummy or
daddy will ever even see me again, even talk on the phone or send a
postcard, because if they do it's prison again.  They're called
sex-offenders....  and I'm not.  That isn't fair.  I groomed them!  In any
case, whose business is it what we do in bed?..........  Will we, can
we...?"

   "Doris and I want you to be as happy here as you were before they took
your parents away from you.  Did your daddy fuck you?"

   "For years and years, Always!  He was a real man, strong enough for
mummy and me.  And he even let me have fun with some of his friends though
that was not quite as good as he made them wear condoms in case I got
pregnant, at least once I'd started my periods.  Either that or do me in my
arse."

   "You got fucked in your bottom too?"

   "Of course!  Don't you, Auntie?"

   "Well yes.  I do in fact."

   "You see!  It's better in my cunt of course, but ok for a change in my
bottom....And the guys like it!  They say it's tight..." She laughed.  "And
there's no need for condoms."

   "We haven't any condoms, Harry!"

   "Then I'll have to fuck this little angel in her bottom!"

   "Oooooh!" And the girl in an instant was kneeling, her head on a pillow
and her bottom in the air, wriggling side-to-side!  She looked over her
shoulder and laughed again when she saw Doris greasing her man's cock.

   "Daddy used the same stuff: 'AnalSilk'.  I'd know the label on the pot
anywhere!  Daddy said it's the best."

   "It is!  But first I've got to...."

   Doris watched, propped against the bed-head and enjoying the feel of the
light pressure of her had resting on her pussy-mound while her husband
parted Grace's buttocks with a palm on each and admired her anus for a
second before burying his face in her cleft and applying a wet kiss.  Doris
knew what came next as he had so often treated her to it: his pointed
tongue circling the rim and then penetrating.

   The girl giggled, and Doris knew Harry's tongue was now inside.  Her own
clit was awake again and she absent-mindedly rubbed it while the two
love-birds played.  The girl really was up for anal sex, despite her tiny
build and tender age.  Someone....  her daddy presumably....  had taught
her well!  She was wiggling her arse seductively, and any moment now Harry
would take her....  Would she be as happy once he forced his cock through
her anus?

   Doris became aware she was getting very very horny.  Her breasts felt
heavy and full, her nipples ached, but when she fingered them, as she did,
the feeling was transferred to her clit as pleasure and the discomfort
went. Her fingers were now dabbling in juices that almost squirted.  It was
so sexy watching Harry....  one of the delights of their swinging parties
and foursomes was always watching him fucking a new partner, but this was
especially sexy.  She had never seen him fuck a young girl, a sexy but
under-age nymphet!  Fingers of both hands were busy now, pulling and
pushing her clit, finger-fucking her vagina.

   This was so sexy, the fruition of all those whispered fantasies of
seduction of young girls picked up on the beach, or made drunk and
incapable of resisting tongues, fingers and cocks.  Bought in poor
tourist-countries.  Fuck!  She felt her orgasm building, and her legs
tensed, her toes curling as another series of delightful spasms raced
through her body....

   Harry had eyes only for the slender body in front of him, and much as he
enjoyed the feel and taste of her buttocks he just had to fuck.  He knelt
behind her and wiped some of her juices from her pussy onto her anus.  A
pretty little anus, he thought, smooth and pink in the white of her cleft,
closed tight.  Virginal he thought, with a smile as he remembered that for
all her tender years virgin she was not.  Later he must ask her how old she
was when first....  but his cock was greased and also pre-cum was welling
out....  that should be enough, however tight the girl was.  Now!  Can't
wait!  He had to!

   He placed the crown of his cock, pushed, and without any real strength
needed he just slid into her, deep until his hairy pubes met her smooth
buttocks, His first thought was how hot it was in there, his second how
delightfully tight, his third a moment almost of love as she turned her
head to him and mouthed almost inaudible over her shoulder "Now do me, hard
as you like...."

   Doris watched.  Harry's muscles rippled as his hips drove each thrust
into the girl, her arse making slurping noises, his thighs smacking into
her sounding as if he was spanking the girl.  Grace had one arm under
herself and was rubbing her clitoris, strumming it like a guitar!

   Doris knew he would, he always did when buggering: she waited for it and
she smiled to herself when in the heat of his fucking Harry slapped the
girl's bum with his open palm.

   "Ooooh!"

   The girl had screamed, but also turned to look at Harry her eyes
laughing.  She liked it.

   Now each jabbing thrust was accompanied by a slap on that lovely bottom,
each long slow withdrawal a stroking, caressing massage of her buttocks,
and all the time Grace was rubbing and pulling at her clitoris her arm bent
under her body.

   So was Doris, two fingers of her other hand frigging her cunt as well.
Not long now.

   Grace came, still silently, and Doris realised that she had been
conditioned to cum quietly by that year with the lucky Gloria in the Care
Home: it would not have been good for her to advertise her and her lover's
joy to the Authorities!  But it was obviously a long and good orgasm , and
Harry was speeding up.  He had been holding himself back till this moment
and now he was free to let rip, his thighs crashing into her bum and at the
end of each thrust the glorious release of a spurt of cum.  One, two,
three, and as the girl's orgasm died away, and he could feel her body relax
under his palms he slowed down and finally stopped.
They rolled over sideways, and Harry was left "spoons" pressed up

against her buttocks and back.

   A couple of minutes and Grace's anus expelled his now-limp cock.

   "You two had better clean up.  I'll show you how to douche tomorrow,
Grace, if you're going to be fucked in the arse."

   "I know how to.  I just didn't know I was going to be fucked.  It was
lovely, Uncle Harry!"



   He could feel her firm little breasts pressing into his back as she
reached round him soaping his chest, and then his belly, and finally both
hands lingering in his crotch.

   "I used to shower with my daddy..."

   She was soaping his balls and the inside of his thighs, and he felt her
lips on his back.

   "He liked this most...."

   One hand cupping his balls as if weighing them she held his cock loosely
and slid her fist up and down its length, sliding in the suds.

   The pleasure was almost unbearable for Harry and he groaned.

   She laughed, and spun him round, those tiny, soft hands now massaging
his back, his bum, inside the crease, fingering his anus.  The tip of her
finger entered him, and he groaned...  sheer delight in the abandoned
sexuality of this pretty little girl, still almost a stranger and yet so
willing.

   "Me now..."

   Under the warm needle spray this was Harry's first real opportunity to
appreciate how lucky they had been to find this little lovely, her
doll-like beauty.  With their jokes about hairless pussies and fathers
lusting after daughters he had long appreciated the sexual allure of
teenage girls, but had never had the chance to see one naked, let alone
caress.  Those young girls ogled on the beach or in giggling little groups
in the Town showed enough flesh to be tantalising, but left the final
beauties to guesswork.  He had gone to single-sex schools and never had a
girl friend in his adolescent years, being clumsy and shy in the presence
of girls.  Other men could rely on memories of the firm buttocks and perky
breasts of their own teenage years, gropings in the park or on the beach at
night, sometimes cock-sucked.  Pussy-licking.  Some lucky ones even the
ultimate boyhood dream....  their cock inside a tight young pussy.  He had
not even had a daughter of his own to explore discretely.  When he got to
University he made up for lost time but by then his sexual partners were
all eighteen or over.  So as he soaped that pubescent body he marvelled at
its slender beauty, and its allure of newness, strangeness.

   Her breasts were small but so firm as his hands slid over them.  Despite
being so conical, jutting out, they kept their shape however she moved, no
sag-lines under, as pert as his wife's after her cosmetic surgery, smaller
of course, but so sexy.  The tiny aureoles were pink against the milk-white
of her breasts, and he could feel the hard little nipples: they were
sensitive and she was aroused.  Her hands rested on his shoulders as he
caressed her.

   The water streamed over her belly, white and soft, quite flat and with
hip bones that stood out, but his eyes were drawn to her pubic mound,
surprisingly large and rounded for such a youngster, and that tantalising
little triangle of fine hair.  The hair fluffed up as he worked soap suds
into it.  The pad of her mound was as firm as her tits and just as
silky-smooth, Her cunt-lips were nearly hairless, not quite totally as
there were a very few dark strands of the same fine hair.  They were
closed, but looked puffy and plump, he imagined the result of his wife's
love-making.  Her whole pussy was small enough for his hand to cover it
entirely as he held her there for a few moments before using the excuse of
soaping it to feel it.  He doubted whether he wanted to get soap inside
those pretty lips, and he let the stream of water wash the soap from her
body streaming down her slender legs.

   Now he could open the lips and reveal the almost shocking pink within.
He felt her slippery, found the vaginal opening, did not penetrate, found
the clitoris, stroked it.  She gave a little gasp and her hand covered his,
holding it in place over her pubes, his finger pressed onto her clit.

   He turned her round to soap her bum, his hands sliding over the rounded
contours, his fingers into the crease , soaping the anus his cock had so
recently enjoyed.  She leaned back on him, and her back pressed against his
hard cock.  Her head only came up to his chest.

   He whispered in her ear.

   "I'm going to fuck you, Grace...."

   "Condoms?"

   "Don't need 'em, sweetie.  I've had the op, vasectomy."

   She broke his grasp and leaned against the chrome rail on the shower
wall, spreading her legs and jutting her bottom out in open invitation.  It
was awkward getting low enough but Harry managed, and pulled her pussy lips
apart to rest his cock in her cleft.  He reckoned with his pre-cum and her
arousal there would be no difficulty ....  but she was so small.  As he
looked down at his cock and her pussy he was aware of the disparity in
their sizes.

   He felt her outer-lips pressing the crown of his cock, holding it in
place, and when he pushed just a tad harder he could feel the knob really
resting against her vaginal entrance, not in yet, but not completely out.

   "I haven't done this for a year, not since daddy was taken away...."

   "I'll be gentle."

   "No!  Do me proper, Uncle Harry.....  I like it fast and hard."

   She pushed backwards and he felt her vagina gripping his knob.  Tight!
She was wonderfully tight.  Now he pushed and felt the velvet embrace of
her cunt as his cock forced its way in, stretching, clamped by the young
muscles of a fit teenage girl's cunt.

   His cock touched the end of her vagina, knocking her cervix, at the same
moment his thighs touched her arse.  He paused for a second, withdrawing
just an inch so he could see how his cock had stretched her pussy lips
open. She moved her hips forward and his cock slipped half-way before she
pushed back and again it hit her cervix.  Again, this time powerfully, so
her wet bottom slapped against his thighs as the tepid water showered down
needle-points.

   She wanted it rough, he thought, and that suited him: he was incredibly
horny, needing this firm young body beyond any lust he had ever felt
before. He fucked her with short jabbing thrusts.  Surely this must be
hurting, the continual poking of her womb?  But she was moaning not in pain
but close to ecstasy, until finally....  "Daddy!  Yes!  I'm cumming... 
Yeees..."

   Welcome release for Harry, amused as he was to be re-incarnated as her
daddy in her imaginings he needed to come too, to release the tension
building up in his arse, his balls, and Jesus!  his cock as the hot cum
spurted deep inside her.  Again, balls-emptying, balls draining cums,
forget everything but the pleasure in this tight little hole, gripping
these slim, boyish hips, fucking, fucking.

   Later, bodies towelled, hair dried, they lay on the bed, Harry with his
hands behind his head, content, Doris quietly fondling the girl's tits,
Grace with her hand on her Aunty's shaven pubic mound.

   "You think I should shave mine too?"

   "No!  I'll take you to where mine is waxed: shaving leaves stubble. 
Waxing leaves it smooth.  You like the feel of me?"

   "Oh, yes!  Take me there tomorrow."

   "You'll see Harry really horny then, Gracie...."

   For near two months, through the long summer holidays, they sucked
fucked in twos or threesomes, Grace never alone in bed...  her own or the
marital bed.

   Their sexual interests expanded the night Harry and Doris came back from
one of their sex-parties.  Grace accepted she could not go with them as it
would be just too dangerous.  Most of the couples there would have enjoyed
a lovely twelve-year-old girl as a new sex-toy, but suppose one did not,
and shopped them.....  She would have to stay at home that night and find
solace in a porn video and one of the several vibrators they used.

   When they came back, Harry was still randy.  Doris whispered to the girl
that he had taken viagra and it always had this effect...  He could not get
enough of it.  She was wearing the standard stockings and suspender belt as
she whispered to the girl in the bathroom, where she was taking her make-up
off.

   "I'll suck you off while Harry fucks you....  Reward for being a good,
patient girl while we were out having our orgy!"



   It was undeniably good, and the girl had cum three times before Harry
finally came...

   But missing those orgies still rankled, and, jealous she brought the
subject up again.

   Doris had the answer.  "I'll tell you what we can do...."



   From their vantage point Harry and Doris could see over the tangle of
over-grown laurel bushes and across the closely-mown park lawns to the
usual Saturday afternoon gaggle of teenage girls and boys on the marble
steps of the War Memorial a hundred yards away.  Grace, however, was
nearer, close to the swings and climbing frames of the play-area.  Later,
after lunch was done, this would be full of mothers and young children, but
just now Grace had it to herself.

   They watched as Grace sat idly on a swing, only leaving it if a man
passed, when she would put on her little show.  Four such gentlemen passed
by with scarcely a glance at her.  The fifth stopped, stood for a second or
two looking at her, and then sat on one of the benches opposite the swings.
Harry felt Doris' hand grip his more tightly: a prospect!

   On fine days Julius Portus liked to stroll through the park at
lunchtime, past the Memorial and the Swings: a connoisseur of teenage
beauty he knew he would find pretty young girls and boys congregating and
enjoyed the show.

   The girl by herself on the swings had caught his eye.  She was dressed
in a pleated tartan skirt short to mid-calf....  teenage fashions this year
were charming...  and her legs were long and slender without being at all
skinny.  She was playing with a tennis ball, throwing it in the air,
running and catching it, the skirt flapping and showing nicely rounded
thighs.  Very white.  Her white shirt, probably school uniform he thought,
was buttoned up to the neck but tight enough to suggest nicely developed
tits.  Her dark brown hair was in a pony tail tied with a pink ribbon, the
same colour as her trainers with those silver reflective flashes the girls
were favouring this year.  Her face was what the French call 'belle laide',
not exactly beautiful, but certainly sexy in a pixy-ish way, with those
dark, mysterious eyes, and those full lips suggesting a passionate
temperament.  An interesting girl.

   He stretched his legs out and mentally undressed her.  She would be
about fourteen, he guessed, though her games with the ball were more like
an eleven or twelve year old.  If she was only twelve then it looked as if
she had good breasts for her age, and he knew that with her very white
complexion she would have small rosy-pink aureoles and tiny nipples.  Her
skirt showed she had a narrow waist and still-slender hips though her
bottom jutted out nicely.  He wondered if she was still a virgin: so many
young girls were sexually experienced nowadays, some even before puberty.
Personally he preferred girls who knew what they were doing, rather than
the difficulty of seducing virgins, though that could be delightful too. 
She would have, probably, just a tiny black triangle of pubic hair, and
cunt-lips either still bare or with a mere dusting of fine black hairs.

   His cock had stiffened.

   The girl missed her catch and the ball rolled away.  When she bent to
pick it up she was careless and allowed her skirt to ride up giving Julius
Portus a fleeting glimpse of those rounded buttocks and tight satin
knickers stretched across them, the black, shiny fabric edged with a thin
band of scarlet lace.  Very grown-up panties for a teenage girl!

   She scampered over to the swings, secure now in the knowledge that the
man on the bench was eyeing her.  He was the one!

   Each time she stretched her legs out to force the swing higher and
higher the watcher was treated to the sight of her white thighs and the
nylon-covered teenage pussy.  He saw, or imagined he saw the ghost of an
outline of her pussy as the motion made the nylon tighter and tighter
against her pubes.

   Not waiting for the swing to completely stop she jumped off it and used
the momentum to scamper right over to his bench.

   "Like what you saw, mister?"

   There was a cheeky grin on her face and her eyes focussed down on his
crotch where his cock made a bulge in his summer grade suit.  He knew the
girl understood the effect she had on him and that she was pleased by it.
Her accent was not from these parts, more Northern.

   "You are a very pretty girl."

   "You can see more if you want.  I know a place that's safe...."

   His lucky day, he allowed her to lead him, hand-in-hand.



   Screened behind dense and badly-over-grown laurel bushes was a tall
fence with faded notices strapped to it.  "PRIVATE.  KEEP OUT." and "UNSAFE
STRUCTURE.  KEEP OUT".  Inside the fence was a jungle of young trees,
black-berry bushes and black-thorn scrub.  There was no path and it was
clear people did keep out!  He was a bit worried about his suit, but the
girl was worth it, and they picked their way along the fence till round the
corner they came to where someone with bolt cutters had cut a hole in the
heavy chain links, folding it back so there was a triangular opening about
the height of the girl, but forcing him to bend nearly double.  The scrub
was lighter here, mainly tall green weeds and he pushed through them
following the girl, watching her cute arse and narrow waist.

   It was a band-stand, built in the same white marble as the War Memorial,
but with great cracks in the stone.  Leaf litter covered the floor and the
low marble wall had gaps where blocks had fallen out.

   "No-one comes here."

   He bent to kiss the girl and she put her arms around him hugging him. 
She knew how to kiss, and he felt her tongue enter his open mouth, inviting
him to slip his tongue into hers.  His hand cupped her bottom feeling the
shiny satin and the rounded, firmness beneath.  He slipped his other hand
up under her skirt and ran his fingers up her warm thigh, feeling her open
her legs slightly: an invitation.  The crotch of her knickers was damp. 
Careless pissing?  Or arousal?  He slipped fingers under the leg of her
panties and sought her cunt lips with his index finger, Slippery within,
aroused!

   "Pretty thing isn't she, my little girl."

   Julius Portus froze in horror.  A lifetime of discretion had earned him
a place in society that included almost immunity for his sexual
exploitation of young girls.  But this woman could ruin him.  She emerged
from the bushes, an attractive middle-aged blonde.

   She was smiling!  He felt better already!

   "If you want to fuck her you can, but you'll need this."

   The familiar blue foil square condom in her hand.

   Doris looked him up and down.  Hand-made suit, hand-made brogue shoes.
Money...

   "And she'll cost you fifty pounds.  She's worth it, and more."

   The girl reached out and stroked his bulge.

   Yes!  She was worth it.  He took his wallet out and handed her two
twenties and a ten.

   "My husband will watch the entrance, so take your time if you want. 
No-one can interrupt you."

   Harry, holding his bolt-cutters, turned and made his way back to the
fence.

   Doris sat on an unbroken section of the balustrade sufficiently close to
enjoy the scene but far enough to reassure the guy that she would not
interfere, and watched.

   He had already mentally stripped her naked as she played by the swings
but now he had the real thing.  His cock twitched in anticipation.

   "Undo your shirt."

   Grace knew she was doing a striptease for her very first customer and
slowly undid the four buttons allowing the shirt to fall open just for a
second to give a glimpse of pert little breasts.

   "Take it off...."

   Smiling she pulled it from her waistband and made a show of folding it
carefully before placing it on the low wall.  Smiling to herself she made
sure he had a good view of her in profile: Uncle Harry had told her he had
never seen such shapely and sexy breasts, and she knew that side-on there
were no sag-lines under them, that they stood full and proud.  She turned
to face him and he found he lusted after those perfect little globes, so
pure and white, those puckered aureoles, rosy and no larger that a 10p
coin, tiny little nipples standing erect and seeming almost to be pulling
her breasts upwards and outwards.  Her tits just invited caress, her
nipples demanded to be sucked.  Would her skin feel as silky as it looked,
her tits as firm?

   He pulled her towards him and placed his cheek against her breast.  He
felt her hand between their bodies feeling his cock through the layers of
underpants and suit.  Her tit was silky to the touch, the nipples puffy
between his lips.  She groaned as he sucked and nibbled them, a sound of
pleasure, not pain.

   He knew she was aroused...  his exploring index finger had established
that before her mother (he assumed she was her parent) had interrupted with
her venal demand, and the sensible gift of a condom.  Now his hand was
under her skirt and inside her panties, the satin slippery against the back
of his hand, but his palm cupping the even silkier flesh of her naked
buttock.  There was that sexy gap between her thighs, that space that
teenage girls, still slender, had inviting the exploring hand to fondle
young pussies, and as she stood, with her legs just slightly apart, he
could get his fingers between her thighs to rest on her cunt-lips.  No
hair. Still hairless.  His cock strained, demanding release.  That would
come....  patience.  It is good to arrive, but also good to travel!

   "What's your name?"

   She gasped as she felt his exploring index finger find her clitoris and
stroke it.

   "I'm Gracie."

   "And how old are you, Gracie?"

   He turned her round so her knickers were pressed against his legs, her
skirt turned up, and felt now down the front of her knickers.  Her mound
was hairless too....

   "I'm just twelve."

   "You have a lovely body, lovely breasts for a girl who is just twelve,
and still so smooth down here."

   His hand was large enough to cover the whole of her mound, fingers
reaching down to part her lips again.

   "I had hair there, but Aunty and Uncle had it waxed off.  I like it like
that."

   "And so do I!  Show me.  Take off your skirt."

   There must have been some quick-release tag, he thought, as there was
just a sound of tearing velcro, and there she was in her sexy, grown-up
black knickers with their scarlet trim.  She pulled them up tight, and the
shape of her cunt-lips was obvious in the crease dividing the nylon crotch.

   "You'll find I'm hairy.  Gracie..."

   "Oh, I love that.  My Uncle is too."

   Lucky uncle and aunty, he thought.  Did they have custody of the child?
He hoped so....

   "Show me, Gracie."

   He watched intent as she pulled her panties down and off over her
trainers, her buttocks rounded and her hips athletic aa she bent to remove
the scanties.  Giggling, totally confident, not embarrassed at all by her
nakedness in front of a stranger whose name even she did not know she posed
cheesecake style completely naked for him, one legs slightly in front of
the other as the models do.  She could see what he wanted from his bulge,
and the dark damp-patch at the front of his trousers was especially
exciting.  She was looking forward to this.

   The girl was everything he most desired and needed: only just twelve: a
perfect milk-white body: lovely tits: narrow waist: narrow hips still: a
pubic mound that seemed almost too large, as it often did in young girls:
and puffy, aroused lips open enough to draw the eye down to the fleshy
bulge beneath which he knew her clitoris was erect and aroused.

   Hairless, by God!  What a find!  Horny and willing!  And hairless!

   He lifted her effortlessly in his arms and sat her on the marble
balustrade.

   "It's nice and warm!"

   But he was kneeling in the leaf litter and pulled her legs over his
shoulders opening her cunt for a real close-up view to fix it in his
memory, and then for him to bury his face in her warm flesh.

   She gasped as his tongue parted her labia, slid up the slippery cleft,
and found the nub of her clitoris.

   "Yes!  Like that."

   He felt her hands clutching at his hair and his face bathed in her
slipperiness as he sucked and nibbled her clitoris.

   Doris watched as he held the girl's thighs and studied her honey-pot
close up, eyes inches from the bare pussy she and Harry had got to know so
well over those happy weeks, his fingers sinking into the soft, white
flesh. 'Worshipping at the altar' Harry had called it when watching his
wife sucking the girl off.  She had such a lovely pussy, her mound a
rounded pad of delight, her cunt-lips amazingly developed it seemed for
such a young girl, her clitoris so sensitive.  He was sucking now, and the
girl had started that whimpering, panting sound Doris knew so well, 'like
an excited young puppy' Harry had said once.

   He was a handsome guy, Doris thought: the sort she could easily fancy:
well-built, groomed.....  wealthy!  He would strip down well.  Doubtless
had time and money for a daily gym-visit.  As she sat on the wall opposite
the couple she reached under her skirt, wishing she had worn open-crotch
knickers as she rubbed her own clitoris...

   Grace was coming!  It never took her long and this was exactly what she
had wanted for days, a new partner, handsome, a good lover.  Julius felt
her body tense, her thighs closed round his head gripping it in place, such
delightful ear-muffs.  He still managed to nibble and pull at her clitoris
with his lips, and had a finger into her vagina.  Muscled!  Tight!  He
reached up with his free hand and fondled a breast, tweaking the hard
little nipple.  Her hips were moving, rubbing her cleft against his face,
impaling his finger deep in herself.

   The spasms passed.

   "Fuck me now, mister!  Now!

   He undid his belt, unzipped and dropped his trousers to his ankles.  His
cock stuck out from blue striped boxer pants.  Doris found herself admiring
sturdy legs, good muscled thighs, and a powerful-looking bum.  She could
fancy him, though probably he was only into very young girls....

   Doris smiled as the guy tried to open the foil: his fingers were still
slippery from Gracie's cunt.  This gap between the moment of maximum lust
and the moment of penetration was the real downside of condoms, as she
remembered from when she was a girl.  He opened it finally, and made a good
job of rolling it down his cock: she had deliberately bought heavy duty
"extra strong" for this session!

   He certainly would not need any lube, she thought, as she watched him
wipe the crown of his cock several times up and down the girl's cleft.

   Gracie was getting desperate and it showed in her voice.

   "Now!  Please!"

   Julius held his cock in his right hand and as he wiped it up and down
the girl's cleft he looked down at her.  At twelve a real treasure.  Three
years of delight before the widening of hips, probably the enlargement and
softening of tits, three years before the first flush of youthful
enthusiasm was replaced by woman-hood.  His cock could feel her clit even
through the latex, and catch at the entrance to her vagina.  She would
still be tight, he thought, juicy but vagina strongly muscled.

   Pity about the condom....  but she was certainly worth it.  He placed
his knob and pushed.  A slight resistance as the crown of his prick forced
open the vagina, and then the pleasure of feeling his cock slide in,
stretching the walls of her sheath until his knob touched her cervix, at
the very moment his hairy pubes met her shaven pussy.  Great!  He loved it
when his cock was not only gripped but also knocked on the door of a girl's
womb with every thrust.

   "I won't break, mister.  Harder!"

   He reached over her and grasped a breast in each hand, hearing her gasp,
and a moment later her legs around his body, ankles linked just above his
bum.  She covered his hands with her own, forcing them hard onto her
breasts.  He could feel the nipples, hard little nubs denting into his
palms.  She wanted them squeezed, nipples pinched and tweaked....  well,
that suited him!  She wanted to be fucked hard and rough.....  that suited
him too.

   What a real little wonder: beautiful, great body, young....  and yet so
horny, so willing.  What a find!

   He was slamming his hips into her now, thrusting deep with sharp jabs of
his cock.  Her vagina gripped ever tighter and he marvelled she could
tolerate the pummelling her cervix was taking from his knob at the top of
each desperate blow.  She bent at the waist and put her arms around him:
now she was no longer sitting on the low wall but with her arms around his
neck and her ankles linked over his arse she was hugging him.  He has his
hands under her bum, supporting her, but also giving himself the platform
for his pile-driver.

   He could feel her finger nails digging into his back, her teeth biting
his shoulder, hear her whimpering like an animal in pain.  Such sweet pain
his ex-wife had called it...  she had a vagina too short for his cock too.
But not a body as sexy as this, so young, fit, firm, shapely!  The
whimpering was becoming a scream of joy: he was glad someone was guarding
the hole in the fence as it must have echoed round the play area, probably
the whole park.

   She was cumming.  Her lips sucked his flesh and he could feel the spasms
rippling through her body, her vagina milking him so....  Yes!  he could
feel his orgasm rising and then the spunk build in his cock before spurting
at the top of a mighty thrust.  Out and in for another spurt.  And another,
balls-draining deep in her cunt.

   Her orgasm was fading, as was his, and he sat her down again, his cock
sliding from her cunt, still standing, the end of the condom stretched and
filled with a grotesque volume of spunk.

   "Jesus!  You fuck well, little girl!"

   "Grace!  You fuck good, too, mister.  If you want you can have my bum
too.  I like to be fucked in the arse."

   "Now that's an offer!  But It takes me a time to recover from a fuck as
good as that was, so it'll have to be another time."



   Doris saw him pulling off the condom and tying a knot, wiping his cock
on a handkerchief, which he handed to Gracie.  As they both dressed, he
simply pulling up his trousers and fastening the belt she came over.

   "You made her really enjoy it.  I'm grateful for that.  It was her first
with a stranger."

   "She's a delightful girl!  You and your man have custody?"

   Doris nodded.

   "Then you are very fortunate in her!" He paused, and thought a moment.
"We have a small group that meets once or twice a month: you might be
interested in joining us, you, your man and Grace."

   "Paedophiles?"

   "I can't deny it.  Yes!"

   "Is it all men.  I mean are there some women as well as the boys and
girls, and the men?"

   "Certainly.  Always two or three adult females along, couples with their
children.  You would not feel at all out of place." He took a little
notebook from his wallet pocket, wrote in it with a little pencil with a
gold top, tore the sheet out and gave it to Doris.  "Call this number and
say Julius recommended you...  you won't regret it.  But now I'd best be
off.  I hope we meet again, especially Cracie!  Give me five minutes so we
don't leave together,"

   He took Grace in his arms, kissed her, whispered something inaudible to
her and was away, leaving the girl giggling.



   "They meet next Friday evening: it's an apartment in Blackhill."

   "Posh then!"

   "Must be, Harry.  I said we'd come and bring Gracie.  There's no
subscription for those who bring a boy or girl, but those who don't have to
pay an annual fee and one for each visit too.  That's split fifty-fifty
between the people who run the club and those who bring children.  It's
been running for years with no trouble, mainly because a lot of important
and powerful men are members and can shut up any trouble-makers.  Sounds
ideal to me, and the cash will be useful to Gracie when she's old enough
for university."

   "I agree, Doris.  Let's go for it!"

   The dress code was clear: males naked or if they liked harness, cock
ring and so-on, females naked or lingerie.  It would involve some shopping,
especially for Grace.



   Harry and Doris were quiet in the taxi, but Gracie was bubbling with
excitement.

   "I hope Julius is there....  he's lovely.  I've been thinking about him
all week."

   She squirmed on the leather seat: her new panties were tight and pressed
nicely on her pussy.  She crossed her legs.

   Harry caught Doris' glance and winked.  He smiled.  The girl had been
thinking of that Julius guy while Harry was fucking her.  Well.  he
thought, we all do that: I'm thinking of Gracie when I'm fucking Doris. 
Time to take his viagra!  He slipped the pill from his pocket and into his
mouth, probably unnoticed by his wife and Grace.

   It was quite a tall block, and the apartment was on the top floor.... 
obviously a pent-house suite twice the size of the lower flats.  A maid
dressed in classical French black and white....  but with tits bare.... 
showed them into a large room with lockers.

   They knew the dress code and Harry wore only a leather cock-strap, his
cock already stiffened by the sight of Grace in her black satin and lace
bra and panties, bare-legged and bare-foot, and Doris in a scarlet waspie
with suspender straps for tan seamed stockings, her favourite and sexiest
high heels...  no bra, showing off her still-perfect tits.

   "All ready?  Then let's make a grand entrance.  Ta!  Ra!"

   The room was tall-ceilinged and brightly lit.  Furniture was sparse... a
few cushions and futons with satin-covered mattresses, leather benches. 
some fetish and bondage arrangements, including a cruciform whipping frame
that seemed antique.  A long table held glasses and drinks, a bowl of
condoms, several lubricant pumps and a bowl of lubricant sachets, a jumbled
heap of whips, dildos, butt plugs.

   As the three newcomers entered through the double doors all eyes were on
them....  and they saw about a dozen men, four women and probably twenty
boys and girls.  Naked, the men all looked fit and vigorous though some
were clearly quite elderly, and the women were at least the equal of Doris
in looks...one probably Indian, one Afro, the other two dark-haired
Caucasian.  Doris smiled inwardly: she was pleased to be the only blonde!
Most of the children were naked, but a few girls and one boy were in
lingerie, like Grace.

   Julius was there, looking even better naked than he had dressed, Grace
thought, and as he crossed the room to greet them the other guests returned
to their sexual activities with their boys or girls.

   He shook Harry's hand, kissed Doris on the cheek, but hugged Grace, arms
around her.  Clearly he wanted more of the same from her.

   "There's several little lovelies, boys and girls, still without a
partner, or sharing.  Pick one, and have fun.  I'm going to enjoy this
little beauty again before the evening's out, but just now I have to act
the welcoming host.  Have fun!" Grace could not keep her eyes off his
magnificent cock, pointing the way as it were.  Promised to her again
later.....

   Harry surveyed the room and swiftly saw what he wanted.  She was light
brown and slender, her tiny hips and bum adorned by dazzling white panties,
her legs by glossy stockings and her trim little ankles by the sexiest,
strappy white high-heeled slippers.  The panties tight across her bottom,
and the white suspender straps accentuated the slimness of the girl, her
hips almost boyish.  Her shining black hair was tied by a white ribbon into
a pony-tail.  She was amusing herself rubbing her young body against the
hairy figure of a big-built man who had a boy bent double over a red
leather covered low bench, fucking him slowly and powerfully in the arse.

   He walked over to the girl and put his hands on her hips, feeling and
fondling her bottom firm and rounded through the satin.  He stroked her
thighs: the flesh at the top of her stockings was warm and silky to the
touch.  He leaned over her and kissed the nape of her neck where the hairs
were finest.  He licked her back just under her shoulder blade...  salty.
Still her body moved under him, hugging the muscular guy, rubbing her
pussy against him, as yet taking no notice of Harry, concentrating on
kissing and licking the guy's back, holding onto him as he shagged his

little boy.

   Harry wondered if the girl had a shaven pussy, reached round her to feel
and found...  a stiff little cock tenting the knickers.  She was a boy!

   Now he was very interested: surely this was the best of both worlds, a
feminised boy.....

   He slid his fingers down the panties' waistband to hold the cock: it was
shaven, balls hairless too.  His own cock welled a drop of pre-cum and
twitched.  He was hooked!

   Grasping a handful of her pony-tail he pulled her head round and they
looked each other up and down.  She had a flawless, light brown complexion
as if heavily sun-tanned, but clearly she was of mixed race, very pretty
with a near-oval face, dark red lipstick and her lips were full promising a
sensual nature, deep, dark eyes.  The transvestite boy saw a fit, muscular
man with nicely trimmed pubes and a good, stiff cock leaking pre-cum.  She
liked what she saw and smiled at him, white teeth perfect and shining.

   He pulled her off the back of her guy, turned her round,

   "I'm Chrissie."

   The boy's voice had broken, but there was a feminine lilt to it.  Camp.

   "I'm Harry.  Come and have a cuddle on that mattress in the corner,
before someone else gets it!"



   Doris and Grace stood inside the door surveying the room, watching Harry
lift a flat-chested young girl and carry her giggling over to a mattress
against the wall.

   Grace picked out a tall, slender but fit-looking Afro guy, like them
just looking at at the room, admiring the naked bodies and sexual antics.
He looked good, with that thick black length of hose hanging down over what
looked like very big balls.  She walked over to him.

   One of the adult women walked over to Doris and introduced herself as
Carlotta.  She did not speak with an accent but certainly looked Spanish or
Italian, about the same height as Doris, with broad hips, a tiny waist and
breasts to die for.



   Grace's guy was called Devon.

   "You're very strong." She grasped his arm but her little hand could
nowhere near encircle his biceps.  As she did so her breast touched him
just for a moment.

   "And you're very beautiful, Grace." He stroked her right breast, his
large hand cupping the black satin.  He loved the feel of a young firm
breast under a sexy bra.  "How old are you, Grace?"

   "Twelve."

   "Then you have lovely breasts so young." He slipped a finger inside the
cup, found a hard little nipple, and pushed it in before letting it pop out
again.

   "That's nice!  I wish they were bigger."

   "They're lovely as they are."

   He picked her up easily, held her against him and kissed her, tongue
sliding into her open mouth.  He put her down again.

   "I thought you were strong, and you are!" She could see his cock stiff
now, and it was big, very big!  Her pussy was damp at the thought of that
cock in her.  "And that is lovely too.  Can I touch it?"

   "Of course!"

   It was warm to her touch, steel-hard but silky, and the huge, flaring
purple knob was leaking pre-cum from its eye.  She knelt in front of him,
and one hand cupping his balls as if testing their weight, the other
holding his cock at its base where his crispy, curly pubic hair was neatly
trimmed, she licked the clear liquid.  She looked up at him, and he saw the
admiration and sheer lust in the young girl's deep brown eyes.  She kissed
his ball sack and licked slowly up the front of his cock.  It would be good
to be sucked off by this little pixie, but how much better to sample her
sweet honey-pot, to suck and then fuck.  He knew that once she started to
fellate him he would be lost, unable to stop her till he came, and he did
so want inside those tight black panties!  He lifted her up and carried her
effortlessly over to where soft cushions had been piled on the floor.

   They lay side-by side, her slightly on top of him, and kissed, this
second embrace her tongue inside his mouth.  Open mouthed they played the
game of lips and tongues while each caressed the other, learning the
contours and textures of each other's body.

   Grace had been fucked by several of her daddy's friends, and suspected
he had sometimes sold her to rich guys, but she had never been taken by a
black guy, or even an Asian.  It may have been her daddy's prejudice, but
all the partners he chose for her had been white.  So the feel of the crisp
curls at the base of his belly was new to her as she ran her fingers over
them.  His head was shaven and polished ebony black, and he had no body
hair on his chest or belly: she presumed he had had it waxed as there was
certainly black hairs on his legs and arms, and surely a guy as fit and
strong as this would be hairy.  Anyway, she liked him smooth ....  and her
panties would be sopping wet by now she was sure.

   Devon always looked forward to these monthly get-togethers where he
could usually find a new girl to play with.  Over the months he and Lottie
had been members, taking young Chris as their admission ticket, he had made
several contacts with couples who had a young girl so he enjoyed lots of
forbidden sex, as did Lottie who, like himself was bisexual.  But it was
always good to find a new girl, fresh meat!  And this one was special, very
pretty and incredibly horny!  He cupped a satin-covered breast in his hand,
feeling the satin....  he was a bit of a lingerie fetish though not as much
as his son, whose ambition was to live as a transvestite whore.  He
pestered his mummy and daddy for hormone treatment and implants so he could
have breasts, but knew he would have to wait till he left school.  The day
he reached sixteen he would be off, and his daddy had promised him that
transformation....

   "It undoes at the front.  There's a couple of little hooks."

   He undid her bra and pulled the cups apart to reveal perfect, white
breasts.  As she lay there her tits kept their shape, small, yes, but
perfect little cones with no sag-lines at all.  She had near-brown
aureoles, little ones hardly bigger than a ten p coin, but her nipples were
long and puffy with arousal.  He leaned down and laid his cheek against a
breast, and then his lips on the firm white flesh, as smooth as silk, as
smooth as the satin bra had been.  He licked a nipple and then sucked it,
pulling at it with pursed lips.  She sighed and rolled over a bit so she
was flat on her back.  He heard her sigh, and she opened her legs a few
inches, a clear invitation.

   As he kissed and sucked those tiny breasts he stroked her body down over
her belly, feeling her pussy through the black nylon panties.  She had
pulled them up tight and the crease of cunt-lips was clear.  He felt there.
Damp!  His hand now inside the waistband, fingers feeling down to her
pubes. Hairless!  Must be waxed.  At twelve she would have pubic hair,
especially with nicely developed tits.  No stubble!  As smooth as her tits.
Waxed, and done well!  What a find: he loved hairless pussies, but this was
the first young girl he had met who waxed her pussy completely, so he could
have the pleasure of a ten-year-old's honey-pot with a fourteen year-old's
tits.  She sighed with pleasure as fingers pressed her cunt-lips together,
trapping satin between them.  What a find!  Randy, too, he thought, as she
raised her bum inviting him to pull her panties down.

   Slowly, slowly.....to travel is as good as to arrive...  he pulled the
panties down: they stuck a bit at the crotch where they had entered her
wet, parted cunt-lips.  She raised her legs and they were over her high
heels and off.  Naked now except for that sexy black lace and satin
suspender belt and her stockings.  Sexy little ankles, and tiny toes with
their scarlet mail varnish.  Her pubes were so white, softly rounded and
seeming so large with her narrow hips and the pelvis bones sticking up each
side a reminder that this plump and inviting hairless pussy belonged to a
very young girl: with the passing years, as her hips broadened, those pubes
would not seem so large, the hip bones masked by feminine flesh....  But as
she was now, he found her perfect.  The combination of perky little tits,
narrow hips, and plump mons made his cock weep pre-cum....  as it always
did when faced by a naked teenage or pre-teen girl.

   The soft, white, slightly rounded mound drew his eyes down to the
straight horizontal line of her pubes, still white there, and then the pink
of her cunt-lips, the hooded flesh hiding her clitoris, the puffy, slightly
open vertical lines of her labia.  So smooth.  So kissable!

   He licked down her body, forsaking her breasts and trailing his tongue
down the her belly button, round that and penetrating it with the pointed
tip.  Spicy!  She giggled.

   "Tickles!"

   Down now to that silky-textured mons.  Rest his cheek on it, so smooth:
his lips too.  Down to the even spicier labia, scenting her woman-smell,
heady and exciting, her lips puffed and plump but not open.  His tongue
between them, the pointed tip of it sensing her arousal, slippery and
girl-tasting.  He turned so he lay on his belly on the cushions, between
her now wide-open legs, and pressed his lips to her labia.

   She murmured, "Oh, yes!" and he pulled the lips apart, two handed,
pressing his open mouth to the scarlet, slippery inner lips.  His tongue
sought and found her clitoris circling it before licking it, and then his
lips over it, sucking, pulling at it, nibbling.

   "Oh yes!" Her hands grasping his shaven head and forcing it harder
against her crotch, holding it in place.  His face was bathed in her juices
as her hips moved under him, rubbing her pussy against his nose, lips,
chin. He stroked a nylon-stockinged leg with his free hand.  The movement
of her hips became more frenetic, the pussy more slippery, and he knew she
was close.  He reached up and grasped a breast, tweaking the nipple.

   "God!  Oh my god!  I'm coming." She moaned, adding the sound of her
orgasm to the other girlish grunts, sighs and moans around the room, and
the slurping of cocks in arses, and then with a series of grunts spasms
raced through her body.  He licked faster, harder till he felt the ecstasy
die away.

   "Fuck me!  I want to feel that lovely cock in me, Devon."

   "You sure I'm not too big?"

   "I'll ride you."

   "Better get a condom....."

   "No need.  I've had an implant." She pointed to the almost invisible
scar on her arm.

   She pushed him and he rolled over on his back, watching her as she
clambered astride and knelt up over him, grasping his cock then wiping it
several times the length of her cleft.  With his pre-cum and her juices it
slid easily.  Her eyes fixed on his, biting her lower lip she placed the
knob and sank down on it.  She saw his glance shift to focus on her pussy
as warmth and wetness made him groan with pleasure.

   So much better without the rubber, she thought: grab the moment and just
fuck!  Joy!

   He watched as the flaring purple crown of his cock pulled the flesh of
her labia in with it until he felt his cock touch her cervix at the same
time as her hairless pussy rested on the crisp curls of his pubic hair. 
She had taken his full length......  just.  She rose up again and he saw
her bare cunt-lips stretch the other way and his cock emerge glistening.

   Fuck!  She was tight, her vagina gripping.  He place two hands under her
bum as she started to bounce up and down on him.  Faster and faster.  Her
little fists banged on his chest as her excitement rose until the moment he
felt her orgasm beginning he reached up and held those little, conical tits
one in each hand feeling their firmness, silky and warm, hard little
nipples.

   Her cry "Coming" filled the room but went almost unnoticed by the others
amid the noise of fucking and orgasms, slapping of hands on bottoms and all
the varied sounds of an orgy.  But Devon heard it and only just managed to
control his own excitement as her cunt gripped, relaxed, gripped relaxed.
He still wanted to fuck her cunt from behind and was not going to cum yet.

   She whispered, "You can do me in my bottom if you want.  I like that
too!"

   What a find!  Beautiful, horny, only twelve, and liked anal sex.  Devon
liked anal sex...  what male doesn't?.....  and had taught his son to love
it as Harry was finding out.

   "I'll kneel down for you, bend over.  Over there beside that guy fucking
the girl in stockings and heels.  There's some baby oil on the floor beside
them.  Use that.  It's better than anything."

   Devon smiled.  The "girl" being fucked was his completely feminine son
Christopher, aka Christine or Chrissie!



   Harry and Chris had lain down side-by-side on that mattress and had
their little cuddle, French kissing and exploring each others bodies with
hands roaming over chests and buttocks.  Like all males Harry enjoyed the
feel of glossy nylon stockings under his palms and the transformation to
silky, smooth flesh at the stocking tops.  Surely these thighs could not be
so smooth and silky unless they too had been waxed like the youngster's
tight little ball-sack and cock....  and even his nipples and chest.... 
and fore-arms too, Harry realised, There was not a hint of body-hair
anywhere, not even the finest, blondest fuzz.  All hairless and silky, so
soft and sensual to the touch.  What joy it would be to lick and kiss.....
what it will be, Harry promised himself.  He was fascinated by this
cocoa-tanned young body so freely offered to him, this amalgam of boy and
girl.  Her nipples were erect, hard little grains of wheat at the centre of
tiny, brown aureoles, completely hairless.  He kissed one and nibbled it.
She whimpered as he bit too hard, but whispered she liked it.  So both
nipples got that attention while he felt her cock through the dazzling
white panties.  He wanted more of that hairless cock and pulled at the
knickers.  Crissie raised her bum so he could slide them off down those
slender legs and off over her heels.

   A pretty little cock...  well, not so little actually.  Harry had seen
adult guys at their swinging parties with small cocks not much larger than
this: Chrissie would have a big one when fully grown, but just now it was
perfect, just inviting a kiss ....  and more.  Belly smooth, not stubbly
like some guys and women he had met at parties, who shaved.  This must be
wax....  or laser, perhaps....
It surprised Harry.  He had sucked cocks at their parties, but more as a
duty than a driven desire.  But he really wanted this one, so young and
vulnerable, so feminine framed by white satin suspender belt and lacy
straps.  It was a darker brown than her chest and belly, the shaft straight
and smooth, "cut" with a purple cock-head.  Harry found he wanted to kiss
it, and he did, licking the knob and surprised to find a trace of pre-cum.
Pre-cum meant she could cum, could produce boy-juice.  Why not?  Her little
hand now held her cock, red lacquered finger-nails like a little jewelled

necklace, he thought, offering it to him.

   He had sucked cocks in threesome and foursome play, but never tasted
cum, other than his own.  He wanted to with this boy-girl.  He let the knob
slip between his lips, and then, as the Chrissie's hand abandoned her cock
and pushed his head downwards the whole shaft slipped into his mouth till
his face was pressed against smooth, hairless flesh.

   Chrissie's hips were moving under him, pulling the cocklet out and then
allowing it to enter again.  He started to bob his head up and down,
sucking the cock and tickling the front of it with his tongue.  The boy
groaned.  Unthinking he was stroking the boy's belly, his hips, one hand
delightfully crushed between the hard little bum and the satin-covered
mattress.

   There was one spurt only of boy-juice and its suddenness surprised
Harry, but he found the texture of the flavourless liquid good, slippery as
he moved it around his mouth with his tongue.  He swallowed....  another
first!  The boy's eyes met his, and they were smiling, happy, girlish in
that golden-brown face, framed by black shining hair.  That was the moment
Harry understood for the first time the attraction of boys: it was good to
suck their cocks!  This was a boy who wanted to be treated as a girl. 
Well, Harry was up for that: it would also be good to...

   "I'm going to fuck you, Chrissie!"

   "I love that.  On my back or from behind?"

   "Kneeling.  I want your cute little bum."

   "Over there, then, and I can bend over that bench.  There's a bottle of
oil on the table, I prefer it with oil, and no condom."

   "We should use a condom..."

   "Oh please.  It's much better, and I want to feel you cum.  And you
can't use oil with a condom: believe me, it's nowhere near as good with a
condom and lube.  I'm clean...."

   No-one took any notice, it seemed, of Harry kneeling behind the boy who
was bent over the seat of the couch, kneeling on a skin rug protecting
their knees from the hard wood-block floor.  He spread the tv's buttocks to
reveal the prettiest little anus, like a little brown flower in its
golden-brown cleft, a secret, hidden blossom that invited lips.  Harry bent
forward and Chrissie moaned her pleasure as wet lips kissed her secret
rose, and a pointed tongue licked around it.  She giggled...

   "Tickles!  Don't stop.  I love it!"

   The anus felt tight as Harry's pointed tongue penetrated.  He was aware
that his own cock was eager, dripping pre-cum onto the rug.  He reached for
the oil: the bottle had a sort of pump-spray, and it was easy to direct it
into the arse-crease, onto the teenager's anus.  Harry had been worried as
to whether a young boy.....surely no more than twelve, voice broken but
only just.....  would he really be able to take a grown-man's cock up his
arse?  Doubts evaporated as he slid his index finger into the
oil-lubricated hole, and felt it gripped.  No reaction of pain or
surprise....  Two fingers then, and feel about inside.  He found the place
in the wall of the rectum where the prostate should be, and although there
was only as yet a tiny lump he pressed on it...

   "Oh yes!  There!  God!  That's good."

   Harry's cock twitched at the prospect: there was going to be no
difficulty, just a silky fuck with this lovely teenage boy-girl ...

   He shuffled an inch closer so his cock rested between her buttocks.  He
twanged her suspender straps and told her he was now going to take her.

   He pushed.  A slight resistance and he was in, and she pushed backwards
so his cock slid up into her until his hairy thighs rested on that smooth
bottom, his hands clutching her hips.

   It was easy, but she was tight!  And hot!  The young tranny's pussy was
hotter than any female pussy he had known.  So sexy!

   Now they were fucking, long slow, powerful sweeps from Harry, Gracie
with a hand under her wanking at that pretty little cock.

   A couple joined them on and beside the couch.  Harry laughed.

   Hi Gracie!

   His little sex-partner giggled too.  Hi Daddy!

   Coincidence....  the two families united in sex!

   The sight of his foster-daughter being shafted up the bum by an
incredibly handsome man of colour was too much for Harry.  His fucking of
his own little boy-girl continued on auto-pilot as he watched that thick
black shaft force into her soft, white buttocks, black thighs smashing into
white bottom, then withdrawing only to crash in again was hypnotic to the
watcher.  Chrissie's appreciative moaning and panting merged in with the
general sounds of orgy through the room, but Harry only had ears for the
groans of his lovely daughter, her whispered obscenities as she goaded her
catch to even more energetic thrusts, the smack of those muscular thighs
against her butt.  His orgasm built almost unnoticed by him, and by the
time it registered it was already too late, hot cum rising from his balls
into his cock and the powerful.  even painful pleasure of the first spurt
into the tranny's male-pussy, and the second, and the third.  Then the
peace and calm of satisfied cock.

   He stroked the white bubble-buttocks in front of him as his cock
relaxed, still held by the young muscles of Chrissie's anus.

   Beside him, Devon had cum, and by the look of her so had Gracie.  She
lay slumped into the couch, still kneeling, eyes shut as if asleep, but
with a contented smile on her face, turned towards her new daddy.  Devon
was off to the bathrooms, presumably to wash his cock....

   Chrissie's arse expelled Harry, with a fart.  Both laughed.  Harry
checked his cock.  Clean, though he would have to wash before shagging any
of the little girls.  OK if he decided to fuck another boy....  and he
might well, he decided.

   Chrissie sat up on the couch, and as Harry sat beside him, a hand on the
stockinged thigh, she placed her head on his shoulder.

   "That was a great fuck, Chrissie.  I came too quick."

   "That's OK.  Flattering really...."

   "I don't often have a young boy, let alone a lovely young lady-boy!"

   "I know the guys like me dressed as a girl, but that's not why I do it.
I feel like a girl, mostly.  When I'm sixteen and leave school I'm going to
grow breasts and be a whore....  can't wait."

   "Not yet, then?"

   "Showers at school....  it's bad enough without body hair.  Imagine if I
had nice tits too." She giggled.

   "Yeah!  I can see that!  It's always guys, then?"

   "Never had a girl."

   "Should try.  I used to think I was hetero....  now I know I'm bisexual.
Best of all worlds.  You should try a girl, or better still a woman who
knows what it's all about!"

   "Never get the chance, mister,"

   "I know who would show you.  Come with me."



   Doris had stood by the door for about ten minutes enjoying the scene. 
Her hand had crept down to her silk-covered pussy to absent-mindedly stroke
her clit through the panties while she watched the guys fucking or sucking
young girls or boys.  Her Chrissy had found a beautiful black-guy, and
Harry was sucking a young boy in lingerie.  All very exciting.  Soon she
would want a girl herself....  or perhaps a young boy for a change?  No! 
There were some really spectacularly lovely teenage girls, a couple of
pre-teen too......  and all of them seemed eager and willing as they
offered mouths, pussies or arses to their temporary partners.  Yes!  A
girlie!

   She was about to wander over and make a threesome with the little blonde
piece who was enthusiastically fellating a youngish but balding guy when a
very blonde woman came across and introduced herself as Lottie.  Dressed
like Doris, and for the same reason as she too had tits worth showing off,
though her face showed she was in her thirties.

   "You're really, stunning, Lottie!"

   "And you're lovely, Doris.  Breasts to die for...." She reached out and
made Doris gasp with pleasure as she cupped one breasts and drew her spread
fingers outward over the firm roundness till they joined together at her
nipple, which she gave a little tweak."

   "God!  I love that, Lottie."

   She deliberately repeated the woman's name as long experience at sex
parties had taught her how easy it is to forget a name, and how
embarrassing especially if the sex had been good and worth repeating.

   "There's an empty mattress over there.  Lets...."

   "Sure!"

   It was the bed Grace and her black lover had just vacated.

   No nonsense, they lay down head-to-tail and mouths immediately found
silk covered pussies.  Lottie raised her hips so Doris could slide the gold
satin panties down....  Great!  The woman was shaven, and the skin was so
soft and smooth that it must have been professionally waxed, not shaved. 
She lifted her hips so Lottie could remove the satin knickers in her turn.
Lottie rested her cheek on Doris' mound and whispered, "I'm so glad you're
smooth like one of my little girls.  So Pretty, so lovely, so sexy".  And
immediately her open mouth covered Doris' cunt-lips, tongue sliding between
them to savour the slipperiness within.

   This was going to be good, Doris thought, as she opened Lottie's lips
with thumb and forefinger and nibbled the erect clitoris within.

   By the time Harry had filled Chrissie's male-cunt with his hot cum, the
two women had both reached orgasms, Doris first and Leila immediately
after.

   "That was lovely.  Set me up for the evening."

   "Me too!  I rather fancy that girl my Devon has just shagged in the
arse. She's lovely."

   "She is...  and talented.  My Harry can't get enough of her.  Me too. 
She's a girl we're fostering for a bit.  So that big, strong black guy is
your man?"

   "Yeah!"

   "Lucky you!  He looks like a good lover."

   "He is!  And likes to spread his cum around, especially with young
girls, and pretty lads."

   "My Harry does too.."

   "Which one is he?"

   "The one who has just fucked the pretty lad in stockings, beside your
Devon and my Gracie,"

   "That's a coincidence!  She's my Chrissie....  a boy, but a
transvestite."

   "She's lovely.  As pretty as any of the girls here!"

   "No tits though.  She's always wheedling Devon and me to let her have
the hormones to get breasts, but it isn't on till she's sixteen and the
bloody Care Officers are dis-armed!"

   "Pretty without tits....  but I must admit I prefer girls with tits...
sort of twelve-year-olds minimum, like Gracie."

   "Me too.  Not much into boys either.  Men and girls, and of course
lovely women...."

   "Looks like your Harry has finished for a bit, chatting now.  Hey! 
They're coming over here!"



   Introductions were made, with amazement that all members of both
families had chosen their first partners as they had.

   "Shows we're the best-looking of the crowd here!  Doris, Chrissie has
never had a woman, in fact never fucked anyone, boy or girl, and it's about
time he was shown how good it is.  How about it, darling?"

   "Oh!  That's sweet.  Come here, Chrissie."

   She stretched her arms up and wide to welcome her.

   There was a momentary hesitation from the teenage transvestite, and it
that moment Doris knew she was a virgin....  at least as far as fucking a
female was concerned.  Amazing that the hyper-sexual mother had never had
this oh so sexy little cock inside her honey-pot.  Doris was already wet
from her frolic with Leila, and now the prospect of a virgin tv made her
really gush.

   "Come here, Chrissie.."

   For Chrissie it was an awakening, a moment he would never forget.  Her
skin was silky and her body warm and soft as they cuddled, her face on the
woman's breast, so firm.  Her own mother sometimes cuddled her little
girly-boy, but never breast naked.  She felt Doris' hand between them
holding the stiff cock, and the the amazing warmth and wetness as it
penetrated her cunt.  Jeez, that felt good!

   Instinct took over, and as her vagina gripped her she pulled it nearly
out and pushed in again.  Doris sighed and her arms closed over the tvs's
back, pulling the lithe little body so close.  Faster now, in and out. 
Jeez!  This was good.  "I'm fucking!" Chrissie muttered to herself with a
sudden feeling of pride.  "I'm fucking a woman and she's loving it", for
Doris was finding the new experience as exciting as her teenage lover. 
"And so am I, Chrissie thought.  I love cock and being fucked in the arse,
but this is just as good"

   Lottie smiled as she stroked that cute little bum, its muscles flexing
under the golden skin.  It might be Chrissie's first...  might be? 
Certainly was.  But her little girly-boy was making a good job of it, as
Doris was cumming!

   She wet her finger in Doris' juices and stuck it into Chrissie's anus as
she had so often done when Devon was fucking the tv's mouth, and that
gesture had the usual effect.  Seconds only after Doris' silent but
obviously powerful orgasm Chrissie came.  Heads turned in the room as a
juvenile voice cried out her pleasure.

   Doris lay there astounded, not that she had found the tv's body sexy:
after all she loved the soft and silky charms a female partner could bring
to the bed.  But her cunt had gripped this small cock, and there was no
doubt the twelve-year-old had shagged her with more vigour than Harry ever
did, and as much as any other first-time adult lover.  She was converted:
from now on she would have the occasional teenage boy, and if he could be
persuaded to feminise with waxed body hair, hairless pussy, and lingerie so
much the better.  And miraculously that cock was still hard and up for
another.

   "That was a great fuck, Chrissie.  Wonderful.  Again?"

   "No!  My turn now."

   Lottie had never had her little girly-boy: helping Devon fuck had been
one thing, but the thought of being fucked raised the taboo of incest. 
Somehow the male-on-male did not seem incestuous.  But watching the couple
fuck, watching those hips rising and plunging incredibly fast, her own cunt
had really awakened.  She wanted some.

   She pulled the boy-girl off and over on top of her.  Doris watched as
mother and son fucked for the first time.  Lord!  But the boy was vigorous.
She lay closer to the couple so she could rest her cheek against the tv's
golden-brown, smooth hips, licking the just salty smoothness, hooking a
finger under a white satin suspender strap.  Lottie was a doll too, she
thought, and managed to slide a hand between the sweating couple to cup a
lovely little breast.  Her hand on the cute little bum, a hand on a lovely
breast, she squeezed, fondled, pressed.

   Lottie came first, her son s second or two later.....

   This time the boy-girl rolled off the other side from Doris and lay
there panting.  Boy juice dripped down Lottie's open thigh: either that or
she had really gushed.  Doris leaned over and licked: mixture of both!  The
boy was remarkably potent for his age, as Doris was sure he had spurted
inside her earlier.

   Lottie kissed Chrissie on the lips and Doris heard her whisper, mouth
close to that tiny ear, "So good, Chrissie.  So good.  We'll do that a lot
from now on...."

   Then Lottie turned her face to Doris.

   "Look at them....  Your Harry is up the bum of that pretty blonde boy,
but he's sucking Chrissie again.  Amazing the boy's still hard."

   "And Devon's fucking Gracie yet again.  He must really fancy her given
all the competition."

   "You know, Doris, we must keep in touch.  How about you, Harry and
Gracie spending an evening with us....  all night preferably."

   "Oh yes!  Where do you live?"

   "Ash Close".

   "Round the corner from us.  We're Elm Park!"

   "Neighbours, even.  How about next Friday about seven."

   "Can't wait!"

   "Again?"

   Not waiting for an answer....  none needed, she was on her knees between
Doris' legs, tongue lapping at the juicy cleft and stiff clitty....

   "I could fancy your Devon."

   "Your Harry is fucking like a jack-hammer.  Just look at him...."

   "Perhaps we could get Chrissie to fuck Gracie: now that would be a horny
show...."

   But that's another story!