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 Rich and Libertine.  by (c) Hamilton Joyce.

   My favourite place and favourite time of day.  The full moon was shining
through the glass roof with enough light to pick out the details of my
Michaelangelo David, a good nineteenth century Italian marble copy.  That
artist really understood sex, his image so boyish and yet with the promise
of an almost feminine sensuality in the provocative posture and the
enigmatic expression.  At my feet the water was still and black and marble
pillars around the pool shone almost white amid the shadows.  It was
silent. Very.

   I knew he had come up behind me despite the quietness of his bare feet.
He had taken to using perfume, a dab behind each ear and a little spray
between his hairless balls and that pretty little anus.  I could smell the
scent even before I felt his lips on the back of my neck and then his arms
reaching over my shoulders as I sat, reaching down to caress my chest.  He
loved to run his fingers through my mat of black chest hair.

   'You finished the game?'

   'No way!  It takes weeks.'

   With all my knowledge of the ways of teenage boys (and girls) I will
never understand how they can be enthralled by those silly computer games!
Still, those little boxes are part of the currency that keeps a boy sweet,
willing and eager for pleasure!  His hands were reaching down towards my
belly now, his tongue licking the back of my neck, which must surely have
tasted of the chlorinated pool water.  I was naked under the towel, and his
hand found my erect cock.

   'Let's have some fun, Uncle Maxwell.  Shall I get on top.'

   'Please do, dear boy.'

   'I already lubed my bottom, ready.'

   The young rogue had come prepared for sex!

   'You know me too well, Kevin.'

   'I know what you like.' He climbed onto my lap as I sat, and I felt his
hand adjusting my cock until it stood at the right angle, and then he
lowered himself onto it till his full weight was on my legs and my cock was
fully inserted.  I think that over the weeks he had been with me our
constant fucking had loosened him a bit, but his anus was still deliciously
tight, firmly muscled like the whole of his slender teenage body.  He put
his arms around my neck, and I slid a hand under each silky-smooth buttock.
And he fucked me, bouncing up and down, slowly at first, but gradually
finding a faster rhythm.  I could just see him in the moonlight,
light-limbed, yet firm-bodied, with just the beginnings of what would be in
a year or two muscles.  He was fourteen I had been told, and at the age I
most enjoy in a boy, nearly hairless, slender, and above all very, very
randy.  At that age a boy can come, come again, and again, over and over.
Delicious!  As he bounced up and down I found myself thinking of the
peasants on my estate beating the olive trees to remove the fruits: he had
the same energy and vitality.

   Michaelangelo's David seemed to be watching over this idyllic scene of
almost classical Roman beauty, a lovely boy riding an old, hairy satyr! 
Michaelangelo must have known many such pleasures with his boy model
(though, like me, the Italian Master was probably bisexual they say).

   I came, and Kevin sensed the change in me, gradually slackening his
efforts until we were motionless.  I felt and found his little-boy cock
standing erect.

   'Shall I suck you, Kevin?'

   'Please, Uncle Maxwell.'

   'On the edge here then; kneel over me and fuck me in the mouth.'

   I spread my towel on the cold marble, and he knelt over my chest.  My
hands behind my head to keep it raised for him, I let him push his prick
between my lips.  There was the same vigour and eagerness as he fucked my
mouth, fast and furious for several lovely minutes, while I caressed the
base of his back and those lovely buttocks, so smooth and firm, yet still
with some of the pre-adolescent roundness I loved so much.  He was on the
cusp of manhood.  And he was coming in my mouth, not a lot of spunk, but
enough for me to taste and enjoy the slippery, silky feel before I
swallowed.

   Before he could say anything, and with his cock still between my lips I
rolled us both over sideways so we fell with a mighty splash into the pool.
I have it heated to quite close to body heat, so there was no pain!  But he
screamed nonetheless, and we both sank together before rising with much
spluttering and laughter.  I grabbed him and kissed him, so we sank again.
This time when we rose, he broke away from my hold and struck out for the
other end of the pool.  I followed as fast as I could.  He was just hauling
himself out as I reached him, and I was able to spread his bottom as he
hung between water and pool-edge, and planted a long, wet kiss on his
pretty anus.  He giggled and managed to pull himself out.  He offered me a
hand, but I refused.

   'I know your game you rogue.  You'd get me half way and then let go.'

   He giggled, so I was right!

   Later, dried and laying together on a divan in the shadows, he broached
the subject that had been in the air unspoken for a week.

   'My three months is nearly up, Uncle Maxwell.'

   I had paid for a three month hire of his young body.  I usually find
that is about right, and to be honest was looking forward to a change,
delightful as sex was with Kevin.

   'That's true, Kevin.  And in fact Ahmadu is coming tomorrow.'

   'To take me back?'

   'No, but he will certainly be able to tell you what is next for you.'
His lips looked very dark in the dim light.  'Are you wearing lipstick?'

   'Yes.  I borrowed Sarah's.  Do you mind?'

   'Not at all.  Does it make you feel sexy?'

   'Oh yes.  And perfume.'

   'It's Ok by me then.' Sarah is the daughter of Mrs Broadhouse and her
husband Herbert.  The three of them look after the house and garden for me.
Sarah's about thirty, pretty, but to be honest very dim, half-witted to be
cruel about her.  'Do you fuck Sarah?'

   'Sometimes.  Do you mind?'

   'Not at all.' I recalled my father's advice when I was Kevin's age. 
'Any boy or girl you want, but stay away from the servants.  Hands off the
help.' He had a lot more servants in those days than I can get now, and I
did not always follow his instructions as a randy teenager!  I do now... 
Still for Kevin there was really no problem and no possible complications
that I could not handle.

   'Is Silas coming too?'

   'I should certainly think so.'

   'Good.  I really like Silas!'

   Ahmadu (never called Dr Ahmadu for some reason) was a huge Nigerian guy,
and his partner Silas an American.  Between them they ran a MOST successful
pimping business, renting out teenage boys and girls to fans such as me. 
They would be bringing me a new proposal, making their sales pitch
tomorrow. I was eager!

   'It's getting a bit chilly here.  We should go to bed.'

   'And I'll warm you up again there, Uncle Maxwell.'

   'I doubt that, Kevin.  That was lovely and I guess you've drained me.'

   'If I suck you you'll be hard again in no time.  I know!'

   And he was right, too....



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

   I had almost forgotten what an overpowering presence Ahmadu is.  Over
six foot six and at least eighteen stone I should think, and all muscle. 
He was dressed in Nigerian robes, yellow with black designs, and as soon as
he was in the room he seemed to fill and dominate it.  I only once saw him
stripped, and he was built like a heavy-weight boxer and unlike many
massive men had a penis to match his bulk!  Huge all round!  Silas was
conventionally handsome, a typical West Coast American gay clone, lithe,
athletic, with latino good looks.  I could fancy him myself.

   He and Ahmadu were partners, but lovers too, as was obvious!  I assume
Silas was bottom and Ahmadu top...  but you never know!

   As soon as we had shaken hands, young Kevin was scampering into the
room, tanned and beautiful in tight white speedos.  He shook Ahmadu's hand
politely, but hugged Silas and they left us to our business, exiting hand
in hand.

   Ahmadu and Silas' specialised pimping service is very discrete, its boys
and girls very young and lovely,and very expensive.  They use Ahmadu's
medical status as a cover for their operation, and their young boys and
girls are supposedly convalescing from serious illness in the lovely house
on the Devonshire cliffs.  Rare inspections by the State could only marvel
at the activity and happiness of the youngsters, and their evidently
successful convalescence(!!).  I had hired Kevin for my usual three months
(£10000 per month, and worth every bit of it: in any case I have no need
ever to think about money, having more from the sale of my business than I
could ever spend in five lifetimes....).  Ahmadu was here to make his sales
pitch for Kevin's replacement as my little squeeze.

   'Young Kevin seems happy here.'

   'Indeed yes, Ahmadu.  We have become great friends.'

   'And his sexual education continued I trust.' Ahmadu was Nigerian by
birth, but had very little West African accent: very correct English
upper-class, with just a twang of USA.

   'He is very versatile, and very eager, completely satisfactory as a
companion.'

   'Excellent.  we like to keep our good clients happy.  Yes, excellent. 
Did I notice lipstick?'

   'Kevin has taken to wearing some make-up, mostly lipstick but sometimes
more.  And using perfume.  I let him do it as it adds a certain excitement
to our embraces.  I hope that is ok with you?'

   'It is in fact excellent!  His next placement is with Leonard Friedrich:
you've met him I think?'

   'The Hollywood producer.  Yes, I've met him several times.'

   'He shares your interest in boys, but has decided to indulge his
life-long fancy for transexuals at the same time.  We intend to train Kevin
as a transexual and ship him to LA where I believe Leonard intends to marry
him.  I'm pleased the boy is showing transexual tendancies of his own,
untaught: that will make the process easier and more congenial.  Silas will
start his hormones today, so he is already a week in by the time he returns
to Manston Cliffs.

   'Problem with his age, marrying I mean?'

   'Not at all.  Nothing easier than manufacturing a new identity.  We do
it all the time.  Birth certificate, passport...  oh a heap of
documentation.  Well-trodden path.  We'll even make him....her...American.'

   'You want him back next week then?'

   'Yes.  And we can send out a replacement same time, so there's only one
trip to the airport for you.'

   'You think of everything, Ahmadu.  What have you got lined up for me?'

   'A real change.  May I load this?' He had a dvd in his hand, and I waved
him to the computer where he loaded it.

   I recognised the beach, under the cliffs at Manston, private and
secluded.  A group of half a dozen boys were playing beach volley-ball. 
Four were wearing tight little speedos: Lord, how I love those pretty
little bulges under beach-wear and how I deplore the modern fad for ugly,
baggy, almost knee-length swim-wear.  Two were naked, however, and their
cocks bounced up and down as they romped in the sand.  The camera lingered
on one of them, a black boy.  I say black, but his skin colour was more of
a light brown.  He was slightly better built than the other boys, who were
actually all athletic and trim, like all Ahmadu's "patients".  But my
guess, from his cock mainly, but also from his physique generally, put his
age at fourteen.

   Ahmadhu knew my unspoken question.  'Just fourteen, last month.'

   'He has no body hair at all.'

   'And never will.  All electrolysed away.  All of it.  As smooth as a
young girl's arse.' He laughed.  'Well?'

   The camera focussed in on his bottom, which jutted out provocatively and
was still rounded with the contours of childhood rather than the angularity
of the adult male.  I loved them like this.  And the close-up of his cock,
soft, showed he had been circumcised.

   'Never had an long-term Afro companion before, Ahmadu.'

   'He's a delightful boy, Maxwell.  His mother ran off to the Caribbean
with a property developer, and his father sold him to me, the sister as
well, as he was starting a new affaire and wanted to be free to travel. 
Mother Jamaican father Ghanaian, Kofi as English as you or me.  Yes,
Maxwell, I'm English!'

   The video clip had ended and there were now some studio photographs of
the boy naked.  He was indeed very handsome, and had a pleasant smile.

   'Sexually?'

   'Versatile, Maxwell.  Anything and everything you might desire.'

   'I'm not very demanding, Ahmadu, fairly conventional.'

   'I know.  I am too!'

   With all those pretty boys and girls around he was known to be faithful
to Silas, though Silas was liable to fuck anything and anyone!

   'He has a sister.'

   'A twin.  Afua, but her brother calls her "Darling" and so do all of all
of us now.' He took the dvd out and inserted another.  The girls were doing
some physical exercises under the supervision of one of the "nurses". 
There was only one black girl, and again the camera zoomed in on her naked
form.  She was a little angel, same colouring as her brother, and fit and
athletic like him.  I was impressed by her breasts, shapely and firm, and
developed for a fourteen year old.

   'They both have perfect English, but I've noticed they often chat
together in some Ghanaian language.'

   'Would you do me a deal on the two of them, Ahmadu?'

   'No special deal, Maxwell.  Same terms as usual: I have to cover my
costs.  She is in a placement in Scotland, with a married couple for the
next three weeks, so I would reduce the fee pro-rata for the time she was
away.'

   'Do they fuck?  I mean brother and sister together?'

   'No.  there's a sort of taboo against it I believe.  You might try to
get them to though if that amuses you....'

   'I'll take them both, Ahmadu.  Let's calculate the price on the second.'
I went to my safe and counted out bundles of notes for the first three
thousand while Ahmadu worked out the price for Theresa.  We had just
completed the transaction, Ahmadu stowing the bills in his lap-top case,
when Silas and Kevin returned.

   Kevin rushed up to me and hugged me.  'I'm going to be a tranny, Uncle
Maxwell.  I'm going to be a tranny and go to California.' He hugged me
tight, and wanted to dance around in his excitement.  Silas had the look on
his face of a man who had just had a most saftisfying fuck!  'And Silas has
given me pills that will make me grow tits.  Oh!  I can't wait.'

  
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   Mrs Broadhouse accompanied me to the airport, her husband driving the
limousine.  She knows me too well to have been surprised when I had one
last suck at that lovely cock as he sat between us on the back-seat.  Not
at all concerned at leaving us, Kevin was full of excitement at the new
life facing him.  He kept asking Mrs Broadhouse and myself to feel his
breasts to see if they were growing: they were not yet, of course, but we
both told him we thought they were.

   His plane left late and Kofi's from London was a bit early, so we did
not have to wait around much.  He was one of the first through the exit,
with just a lap-top case and a small overnight bag.  He was grinning, and
looked happy.

   'Silas told me to leave most of my stuff behind, and you'd get me new.'

   'Mrs Broadhouse will take you shopping tomorrow Kofi.'

   Do you know that feeling of excitement when a new sexual partner is in
the offing?  It's always the same for me: a feeling of tightness in the
chest, heart racing, and of course a cock sometimes hard, sometimes
half-hard, but always awake!  It was all I could do to keep my hands off
him as we drove through the lemon orchards and olive groves, and finally
into the hills where my villa had been built by a seventeenth century
seigneur.  Kofi was all eyes, asking questions about the scenery, small
towns, and peasants we passed on the road.  Finally we were there, and I
carried his little bag for him, leaving him the laptop.

   'What we both need is a nice long, hot bath!'

   'I'd like that, Sir.'

   'You must call me Uncle Maxwell, Kofi.'

   I lingered a bit over the disrobing: the first time one undresses a boy
and gets to fleetingly caress a new body in the process, is very, very
exciting, and not to be hurried!  Shoes and socks and then shirt: he
affected a coy shyness which may or may not have been genuine.  Then
trousers and underpants till he stood beside the bath naked, a lovely young
lad and everything I had hoped for when I saw the video.  I quickly
stripped naked.

   The three most important rooms in the villa are the bedroom
(naturally!), the pool, and the main bathroom.  This is a large room,
marble-floored, with underfloor heating.  The bath is a custom-built double
bath, plenty of room for two to lay side-by-side, and evn more room for a
man and a slender boy, which was what it had been designed to accommodate!
The wall mirrors flattered me being of the antique, slightly mellowing
glass, but he looked just so tasty in them relected into infinity, a
paradise of slender.  trim boy-hood, of little half-hard cocks and jutting,
slightly rounded bottoms.

   The water was hot, almost too hot to stand, and he gasped as he dropped
into it: I entered more slowly, but it felt great finally laying there
beside him.  We lay silent for minutes, enjoying the heat, and the promise
of sex (in my case at any rate) while I looked at the ceiling mirror which,
as usual went from a clear image of his body, through misty, to an opaque
fog.

   'Stand up there, Kofi, and I'll soap you down.' When I had designed the
bathroom I had specified a double bath, with various useful ledges and
shelves as well as the conventional space for laying flat.  He stood, water
up to his knees, and I stood too, water nearly to my hips.

   I like scented soap, almost femine, soft and rich, and like the way it
perfumes a boy's body.  I started with his thighs, rubbing the slippery
soap up and down, gradually mounting higher and higher up the inside of his
thighs till my hand was touching his tight balls-sack each time.  His skin
was silky smooth, and the soft water and soap would make it even more
satin-surfaced I knew.  He pushed his pelvis forward a bit, an open
invitation which I did not refuse.  I soaped the two niches at the top of
his thighs, between his legs and his pelvis, and then the tight little
sack, with its hairless balls.  His cock was hard now, and I ran my hand,
soapy-slippery up and down it a few times, making him groan with pleasure.

   'You have a lovely body, Kofi, so slender, so fine, and so firm.' To
make my point I kneaded his bottom with both hands and then soaped into the
crack between his cheeks.  He groaned again as I slipped a soapy index
finger into his arsehole and rotated it before removing it.

   'I like that!' He wanted me to continue, but there would be plenty of
time for anal fun, and I wanted to caress his chest and belly.  His back
too.  So I soaped the rest of his body, learning its contours and teasing
my cock into full erection.

   'There!  That's got rid of the journey.' I pulled him down till he was
immersed to the shoulders again, and in my turn stood on a shelf, a lower
one than he had used.  'Now soap me!'

   'You're very strong.' He was soaping my thighs one at a time, using both
hands which together were too small to encircle them.  Like me, and for the
same reason obviously, his hands were brushing against my balls with each
upward stroke.

   'I work out a lot.  Two hours in the gym every morning.  We have a fully
equipped gym here, and I hope you'll join me there.'

   'I'll love that Uncle Maxwell.  I want to be big and strong.' He was
soaping my buttocks now and I could feel impudent little hands inside my
arse crease, pressing and rubbing there.  Then an even more impudent finger
penetrated my bum, and his other hand started to saop my cock.  'You're
bigger here than Silas.'

   'But not as big as Ahmadu!'

   'I've never seen him...'

   'Really?'

   'Really.  I haven't, I promise.'

   'Then you've missed a treat!'

   'This would be a treat.' He was gently masturbating my cock on the
pretence of soaping it.

   'It WILL be a treat, Kevin, later.  Now soap my chest and back.'

   'That's real nice: I never saw a man so hairy.  Or felt one so hairy and
strong.  Mmmmm.' That was half-way between a humming noise and a throaty
growl of excitement which boded well for later!

   We towelled each other down, and put on the white, fluffy bathrobes I
favour.  He looked so sweet, black-brown against the dazzling white that I
took him in my arms and kissed him before showing him the way to his
bedroom.

   His case had been unpacked, and his laptop was sitting on the desk. 
Apart from the bed, some drawers and a wall mounted tv the room was a bit
bare, but he would soon leave his mark on it: my boys always do, and it
would start tomorrow after his shopping exhibition.

   I use my boys' bed mostly for our sex.  His was a big double like mine
and I really prefer sleeping alone, so it was often more convenient to use
his room and I could then leave after shagging him, and retire to my own
room for sleep.  All the rooms have en-suite toilet and shower, but only
the main bathroom, near the pool and gymnasium, has the double-bath forming
part of the main sex-games facilities.

   I tugged at the bow on his bath-robe as we stood by the bed.  It came
undone easily, and the towelling fell apart to reveal the loveliest erect
cock.  Not five inches long and slender, it was very, very erect, with a
slight curve in it, bending inwards towards his belly.  The shaft was
almost black, certainly darker than his brown belly, and the knob a real
helmet, circumcised,and a deep purple.  I nearly knelt to suck it then, but
instead slipped the robe from his shoulders so it fell to the floor leaving
him naked.  I had been hard on-and-off for half an hour, and the sight of
his naked body, so pretty on the cusp of manhood, made me rigid again.  My
bathrobe joined his on the carpet, and we were laying together on the satin
sheets.

   There was nothing coy or provocative about him as he lay there on the
bed.  He was smiling, but a natural smile as if to suggest that there was
nothing strange or unusual for him to be laying naked beside a large hairy
male.  His weeks of training and acclimatisation in the care of Silas'
highly trained team had made him acccept his role as a sex-object as
completely natural, and in fact a lot of fun.  He was missing out entirely
on his formal education, but his sexual education would stand him in good
stead over the years!

   'Come here, Kevin.'

   He rolled over towards me, and his leg was over mine, his hands on my
chest, and then his lips on mine.  This time it was a proper lover's kiss,
tongue inside my mouth, licking at the back of my teeth.  I forced my
tongue past his, and was in his mouth, our lips almost bruised in the
passion.  Unthinking I was stroking his smooth chest and belly while he
caressed mine, combing tiny fingers through the hair.

   He lay half propped against the pillows, his hands behind his head.  In
this position his chest was stretched and his belly looked very flat.  I
closed my lips on his right nipple and sucked, licking around it, nibbling
at it with pursed lips.  I felt it harden under my mouth, and dragged my
tongue slowly over his hairless chest to capture the other nipple, which
erected for me like some tiny nut or grain of corn.  My hands on his
little-boy breast now, I licked my tongue down and down till I found his
belly button.  He giggled as I penetrated it with the tip of my tongue, and
I silenced him by tweaking each nipple.  He groaned, and I licked into his
navel with the same circular motion I intended to use on his anus later. 
His belly was stretched taut and very flat by the way he was laying, and I
licked horizontally across it, each time lower till my chin touched his
erect penis.  This electrolysis was a good idea: I like them hairless, but
most teens, even young ones, have the lightest of fuzz in what is termed
the 'treasure trail' between navel and cock.  This boy was as smooth there
as his bottom cheeks, silky and so very sexy.

   I leaned back to look.  His cock was darker than his belly, but smooth
and so very hard.  I handled it and felt the steel under the soft, warm
skin.  He groaned and I gripped it a moment before cradling his balls with
a cupped hand, and kissing the very slit of the helmet.  I told myself to
make this last, savouring every moment.  How often does one have a new boy
to explore, to suck and fuck, to give pleasure to him and receive it in
return.  I licked down the shaft of his cock, down to the balls tight in
their brown scrotum.  One ball in my mouth, velvet smooth.  Then the other,
one at a time sucking and licking.  He groaned and I felt his hands in my
hair, guiding my head upwards again to his cock.  He was desperate for me
to suck him, and I obliged, closing my lips round that purple knob, just
where it meets the shaft and is most sensitive.  Another groan, and hands
on my shoulders now, kneading my muscles, combing body-hair through tiny,
soft fingers.

   He pushed at my head, hands gripping it behind my ears, forcing my mouth
down his shaft till the whole was buried in the warm wetness.  I held it
there and fluttered my tongue up and down the shaft, at the front where it
is most sensitive.  There is a special delight in giving a young boy the
pleasure of a really good, experienced blow-job.  And now I was bobbing up
and down on him in classic style, allowing spittle to dribble down the
shaft as I sucked and gobbled faster and faster.  I was holding the root of
his cock with one hand, and tickling his velvet balls with the other.  He
had one hand in my hair, clutching a handful, and the other had returned to
fondling and caressing my hairy, muscular shoulders.  His hips were rising
slightly to meet each thrust of my mouth, and then I felt his hands clutch
harder and his hips push up higher.  He panted and groaned and I knew he
was coming.  Boy-juice I call it: a lovely name!  It welled into my mouth,
a surprising load for a young teen, and a satisfying, silky smooth mouthful
for this old cock-hound!

   I stopped sucking before his cock became post-sex sensitive letting it
rest in my mouth oozing the last twitches of cum.  Then he pulled out.

   'Me now!  Can I suck you now, Uncle Maxwell?'

   I just lay over on my back, hands behind my head as he had, cock
standing erect as his had.

   He changed the way he was laying on the bed so his head was on my belly
and his bottom and legs agaist my chest and head.  In this position I could
look at his slender, brown body against my tanned and hairy, stocky frame.
I could also place a hand on his buttocks and caress them.  I felt his lips
close on my knob, and then the warm wetness as his head sank on the shaft,
swallowing it till his nose rested on my hairy pubes.  He gagged: I was
certainly longer and broader than any of the cocks he had sampled to date,
and his head rose off me a moment.  But all was well again as I felt myself
being engulfed anew, and he started to bob up and down, gobbling and
dribbling as he sucked me.  His body was such a delight.  I have had black
boys (and girls) before occasionally, and their skin seems to have a
special smooth silkiness.  Anyway I was enjoying caressing his arse and his
thighs as he sucked me.  I could feel my orgasm mounting: too fast, but who
cares: there are three months to enjoy him!
He must have realised I was close.  That efficient and full sexual
training at Manston Cliffs means their young graduates are as proficient
and knowledgeable as any street whores,and much more delicate, sensitive
and desirable!  I felt his finger tap-tapping on my anus, and that drove me
over the top.  I came a great, balls-draining orgasm, and must have filled
his mouth with my first spurt.  But he swallowed it all and his tongue kept
working on the front of my cock, maximising my pleasure for the second,
shuddering cum, and a smaller third.  His mouth rested, holding my cock as

the orgasm subsided and my cock gently oozed the last of the cum.

   We lay cuddling and kissing a few minutes.

   'Are you going to fuck me now, Uncle Maxwell?'

   'Would you like that?'

   'Oh yes!'

   'Me too.  But Mrs Broadhouse has cooked a meal for us, and it's been a
long day.  Fucking tomorrow would be best.'

   'Promise?'

   'Promise!'

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   After he came back from his shopping trip with my housekeeper I gave him
a couple of hours to settle into his room, and then went round to it.  No
longer the empty, spartan place of the day before, he had begun to put his
stamp on it.  Open wardrobes showed rows of new casual clothes, and a
couple of suits.  The television was on, some science fiction cartoon, with
the usual poor animation and worse dialogue.  It always astounds me how
boys can be so sensitive to the nuances of a sexual relationship and still
so open to the crap served up to them on the tv!  His lap-top was open, and
there was a heap of dvd or game boxes beside it.  The blank white wall was
now decorated by a huge poster of a near-naked, hairy, muscular male.  He
was bigger than me, even, and from the bulge in his tight, white posing
pouch, bigger in that category too!  At least it was not a poster of some
Hollywood female starlet....flattering to me really.

   He was laying on the bed in just a pair of gleaming white, tight boxer
shorts: pretty little bulge there too.  And the contrast of the whiteness
with his brown skin was quite entrancing.
I had put on a grey silk dressing gown.  Not really very macho, I liked
it because in the dry Southern air the fabric clung to my limbs,
accentauting my muscular frame.  I looked good in it.  I stood beside the

poster.

   'You look a bit like him, Uncle Maxwell!'

   I let the robe slip from my shoulders and fall in a pool of silk to the
slate floor.  I deliberately took up the same 'cheesecake pose' as the
model, flexing my biceps and arse muscles like him.

   Kofi giggled.  'Just like him.  You're better though: no trunks!'

   'I'll show you the gymnasium, Kofi.  We can work out together.'

   'But you promised...'

   'We will, I promise.  But work out first.'

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

   I must admit the parts of the gym I use the most are those devoted to
muscle-building: weight training of various kinds, and some of the exercise
machines.  Kofi had a go at some of these, pumping iron alongside me in
line with his ambition of being large and strong, but was also able to show
off real gymnastic skills.  To watch him walking so upright, precise and
balanced along the bar was a real delight, those muscles in his cute little
arse moving so suggestively, and to see his slender frame in action on the
rings, his ability to swing and tumble completely belying his slender
apparent weakness.  We were both naked....which is the way to really enjoy
gym work-outs.
Finally he joined me in a series of press-ups, but his arms collapsed on
him after ten.  I was counting and getting towards my usual hundred.  He
mounted an exercise bike and it was pleasant to watch his little bottom
work as he pedalled, the cheeks rolling and jutting out so suggestively.  I
reached a hundred, and stood behind him admiring his lithe movements.  A
little trickle of sweat started at the small of his back and dribbled down
into his arse crease just at the moment a sudden shaft of sunlight came
through one of the sky-lights and lit the shining flesh.  It was very sexy,
and my cock, already half-hard, went rigid.  The time had come!  I had to
have that arse.  I sat on the rubber mat, where earlier he had been
demonstrating his ability to walk on his hands (oh that pretty cock and
arse as he did so!) and the amazing facility African boys seem to have with

leaping head-over-heels.

   'Hey Kofi!  My promise....'

   'Oh yes please, Uncle Maxwell.'

   He leaped from the bike and the pedals still rotated as he joined me on
the mat, sitting beside me and reaching for my cock.  'You're terrible big,
Uncle.  Much bigger even than Silas.  Please....'

   'I'll be careful not to hurt you.  Do you like it when Silas fucks you?'

   'Yes.  And the boys too...'

   'Then you'll like it when I do.  Perhaps even more.  Kneeling first
time? What do you think?'

   He did not need to answer as even before I had finished my question he
was on all fours and wriggling his arse.  I spread the cheeks, one hand on
each, and gazed at that pretty little anus, so dark and mysterious, and
somehow much less obvious than the many white boys I had sampled.  I knelt
and buried my face in his crease, snuffling up the clean odour of fresh
sweat fron his exercise.  He giggled as I licked around his anus....  boys
always do.  Don't we all love being rimmed?  And he pushed back towards me
when my tongue penetrated him, maximising the delicate pleasure of a tongue
stretching and titillating the rim of his arse.  I was in no hurry, despite
the urgency of my cock, and we spent several minutes while I enjoyed
kissing and sucking his bottom, playing with his smooth legs and even
silkier bottom.

   'I'm just going to get the oil...stay there, like that.'

   He watched as I walked the few steps to the first aid box, where I kept
some 'Baby Oil', my favourite lube as it never goes sticky.  I came back
with it, my cock waving in front of me like a cheerleader's baton!  A few
drops into that black crease, and kneeling again, feeling into it, my
fingers slipping up and down, my index finger penetrating a bit, then a bit
more, and then as far as the first joint, and finally completely in.  I
felt around and found the place, eliciting a little squeak as I pressed
onto his prostate.  I finger fucked him for a few minutes, until I felt I
just had to have him.  Now!

   He was ready for me, and there was only the slightest flinch forward,
and no sound of protest as I slipped my knob into him, as easy as into
butter.  But then he gripped it for a moment: not sure whether it was
deliberate or a reflex, but in any case I paused till I felt him relax
again, and pushed steadily until my full length was into him.  It always
amazes me how young boys can take the length and girth of an adult cock....
Deep in him, I steadied myself and grasped his hips to pull out as far as
my knob and slowly push in again.  There was no flinching this time and
still no protest.  Another slow retreat, and another slow invasion, my
hairy belly touching his smooth bottom, and this time I felt him move back
onto me as I pushed in, my palms registering a slight, positive motion. 
Silas had, as usual, trained the boy well, and shagging him was going to be
a complete pleasure.  So I got into a rhythm of slow withdrawal and faster,
but still measured, thrust, holding and caressing his hips and thighs.  He
knelt for me soundless.

   After a bit his anus completely relaxed, and I found I could remove my
cock completely, beyond the helmet, and then re-insert it with every
thrust. This made him squeak each time, a tiny, half-voice-broken,
little-boy squeal of pleasure as his anal muscles reacted to the invasion
each time.  I started to fuck him harder, fondling his bottom itself now,
and allowing my thighs to push hard into his buttocks.  I reached beneath
him and to my joy found his little cock rock hard.  I grasped it as I
fucked: this is the sure sign a boy is enjoying it....  can't be faked!
One hand on his cock, the other round and under him to play with a hard
nut of a nipple, I fucked as fast as I could, and heard him panting. 
Deliberately I did not wank him off, as I did not want him to come...not

yet.

   I looked down at that willing young body and thought how pleasant a
change it was to have an athletic brown-skinned teen for a change.  His
shoulders were just beginning to broaden, but his waist, hips and arse were
still those of a boy.  And his back was so smooth, and slick with sweat: I
was coming.  I speeded up, although a moment or two earlier that would not
have seemed possible, and felt the tension pass from my arse to my balls,
to my cock.  I was coming, a great spurt deep inside him, at the very end
of a thrust.  A withdrawal, another thrust, and another spurt.  My balls
were draining into him this first fuck.  More, and more I came, my cock
sliding even freer with the silky cum, and finally I collapsed over him,
fully inserted but motionless, feeling my cock still twitching somewhere
inside that pretty figure.

   Later we showered together.  Bit of a shitty mess, to be honest.  But
who cares when the sex has been as good as that?  He was still hard, and I
knelt in the stream of hot water to receive his cock, and then his cum.

   As we dried we chatted.

   'Lots of Ghana boys are called Kofi?' My voice phrased it as a question.

   'Yes, Uncle.  All those born on Fridays.  That's how my people name
children.  If I had been a girl I would have been Afua.'

   'Now, I didn't know that!  So your twin sister is called Afua?'

   'Yes.  But everone calls her Darling, which is her middle name.'

   'And is she?  A darling, I mean.'

   'Everyone says so, Uncle.'

   We were dried now, and wandering back towards the pool to lay in the
sun. Broadhouse would have opened the roof by now.

   'Do you like girls as well, Kofi?  I know you like men.'

   'I like girls too, Uncle.'

   'So do I, Kofi.  Have you seen Sarah yet?  She's a lively little shag
they say.  Have you thought about fucking her?  She's not very bright, but
loves sex.'

   'No.'

   'Why on earth not?'

   'I thought you might not like it, Uncle.'

   'I just want you to enjoy yourself, Kofi.  You have her if you want. 
She loves it.  I don't do her myself...  bit too old for me.  She must be
eighteen I should think.  What about your sister, Darling?'

   '???'

   'I mean have you fucked her.'

   'No, Uncle.' He sounded surprised by my question.

   ''why not.  She's pretty.  I've seen her pictures.'

   'It didn't seem right, Uncle.  The other boys had her, and I had them
and the other girls at The Sanitorium, but it didn't seem right.  Not my
sister.'

   'Ah well!  I've a surprise for you, Kofi.  She's coming here for a few
weeks next weekend, and you'll be able to see me fuck her.  I still want
you, of course.  Come here and kiss me while we sunbathe......

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

   Broadhouse had opened the roof of the pool early, and before breakfast I
decided to sun my back a bit.  I was laying on my belly on a couch, very
nearly asleep, when I felt small hands massaging my buttocks.  I lay
immobile as if sleeping and the hands parted my buttocks: I felt oil drip
into my crease, and then those fingers were rubbing it into my anus.  He
gently parted my legs and I felt his slight weight as he lay over me, his
cock pressing onto my anus, and then into it.  The fuck did not last long,
and to be honest physically it did little for me as nowadays I need a much
larger tool to have any real effect.  However, it was osychologically quite
exciting to be fucked by a teenager!

   'That was a pleasant surprise, Kofi.'

   'I saw you there and thought I would try it out, Uncle....'

   'And???'

   'It was ok, but not as good as being sucked or fucked.' He cuddled up to
me on the couch.

   'You must be temperamentally "bottom" as they say, Kofi.'

   It's nearly always sunny here, but that morning the sky was already blue
and completely cloudless: there was no wind.  As he nestled against me I
could feel stirrings in my cock.

   'We haven't been to the beach together yet, Kofi, and if we are going to
go at all it had better be today.'

   'Why's that, Uncle?'

   'Because it's a nudist beach, and a gay one at that, and your sister
will be here tomorrow evening.'

   Broadhouse drove us to the beach and as usual stayed in the car reading
his Sports Paper, listeneing to the radio and generally whiling the day
away.  He was a very tolerant man (had to be working in my household!) but
a hundred percent hetero.  Naked young men did nothing for him, unfortunate
fellow!

   I explained to Kofi he would not need any clothes, and it was best to
leave everything in the car except a couple of grass mats, towels, and a
little bag with the suntan oil, some drink etc, We made quite a stir as we
walked down towards the sea, and then along the edge a few hundred metres.
Heads were turned, and guys sat up to look: not often an attractive teen
was seen here, and I am pretty sure it was not my body they were perving! I
could see that Kofi was enjoying the attention and as he splashed through
the shallows, I could see he was deliberately flaunting his teen body: his
little cock was at least half-hard!

   We found a good spot, a small gap on the beach about a tennis court
width away from a good-looking muscular guy, hairy like me, and a similar
distance other way from a very handsome black guy laying on his belly and
sunning a lovely triangular back and cute, hard bubble-butt.  We spread out
our mats.  Both our neighbours turned on their sides to get a better view,
and in doing so showed us the most interesting parts of their bodies:
that's why we all go to these beaches after all!  I lay on my back working
on my tan while my young companion sat listening to music on his i-pod. 
After a bit, he was bored with this, got up, and ran into the sea,
finishing with a long, low athletic dive.  I followed at a more lumbering
pace, but I expect I entered the water nearly as gracefully: I'm a strong
swimmer.

   He was striking out to sea and I followed, and then noticed the black
guy had joined us, and was about twenty metres behind.  Kofi hauled himself
onto the floating raft that was about a hundred metres off-shore...  used
by water-skiers mostly...  and I hauled myself up to lay alongside on the
scalding hot wood.  The black guy hung on the side and said, politely, 'May
I join you.'

   He really was handsome...so I answered 'Feel free, handsome!'

   We chatted, all three, inconsequentially for a few minutes (he had a
French accent, was Senegalais, and called Luc).  Then Kofi dived in and we
followed him back to the shore.  Naturally Luc joined us on our beach mats.
I lent him my towel after I had dried.  Kofi got the sun-tan lotion out of
my bag and spread some on his chest, cueing Luc's pass at him.

   'Shall I oil you, Kofi?'

   'I'd like that.'

   I watched as one handsome black guy oiled my little black friend,
rubbing the oil into his naked shoulders and chest, into his flat belly,
his thighs.  I noticed he kept his hands off Kofi's cock and balls, which
must have seemed very inviting....a careful young man this Luc!  Kofi
turned over and presented his back to those searching hands, which started
at his buttocks, making them gleam as he pressed and caressed them.  As he
knelt, Luc's cock stood firm, a larger version of Kofi's, foreskin
retracted, and with a lovely shining purple knob.  I lay on my belly, but
my cock was hard, too, pushing down into the mat and the soft sand beneath.
Luc knelt astride my boy now, massaging his neck and shoulders, and then
knelt again beside him to work on his thighs and bottom again.  This time
Luc had his back to me and I could admire that bubble butt close up, and as
he leaned forward his arsecheeks parted a bit so I could see he was a
smooth as Kofi, hairless and soft there, and his arsehole looked as if it
was no stranger to cock.  I realised that the young man was showing me that
deliberately, and decided then and there I would have him!

   Meantime he was really massaging Kofi, and I half suspected a slippery
finger was penetrating the boy as he rubbed the oil into his crease. 
Finally, Kofi turned over, and was obviously inviting Luc to work on that
little cock, standing so proud.  It soon shone in the sun, as did his balls
as oily hands grasped, rubbed, cupped.

   'Don't make him cum, sweetie!  That would be a waste!'

   'You're right, mister.  I feel like a walk in the dunes, back into the
forest.  Fancy a stroll, Kofi?'

   'He really means, do you want him to fuck you, Kofi?'

   'Yes.  And yes!'

   We walked hand in hand, Kofi between us, up the beach, discouraging
other guys who started to join us sensing some action.  A brisk shake of
the head was enough for most of them but one old guy needed to be told,
finally earning a 'fuck off, mister' from Luc.  When we got to the dunes,
which close to the beach were cut through by countless narrow little
footpaths and we had to walk in single file.  I was behind Luc and enjoyed
the sight of his athletic back and buns: I reached forward and grabbed a
buttock and he looked over his shoulder grinning.  'Patience!'

   The dunes soon gave way to open woodland, mostly pines but with a few
oaks.  Even with sandals the sandy forest floor was hot on the feet, and
occasionally lizards skittered away as we approached.  There was a scent of
pine on the air in the light breeze, and gradually the signs and debris of
humanity decreased until we could be sure we were by ourselves.  We stopped
by a fallen tree.

   Luc took Kofi in his arms and kissed him, and I enfolded both of them
together in mine, mostly caressing Luc I must admit, as was Kofi.  Luc's
hands were all over the teenager's body.

   'Lean on the tree, Kofi.  If we lay down we'll get covered in sand.'
That was true: both of them were still oily and sand had already stuck to
their ankles and shins.

   I had brought the bag containing drinks, but also lube and rubbers.  He
might be clean-cut, handsome and athletic, but I was not having him
bareback my little plaything!  As Kofi braced himself against the trunk,
his rounded butt jutting out provocatively and Luc was stroking it
lecherously with his cock twitching in anticipation.  I rolled a condom
over Luc's cock for him and greased him up.  I gave him the lube to grease
Kofi's anus, as I knew that would give both of them pleasure.  Luc had to
bend his legs a bit to get the right height for penetration, but he managed
to place his well-lubed and rubbered knob against the boy's arse.  Kofi
arched his back even more, pressing backwards onto it.  Hands on the boy's
buns Luc pushed and got that satisfied sigh that I had learned to expect
now from my little play-fellow.  And they were fucking happily.

   I have sometimes managed to fuck a guy who is fucking someone, but
usually that was in the old days when my ex-wife used to like three-somes.
Our special delight was to find some strong young guy to fuck her, baring
his arse for her randy husband to fuck him in return.  I have not often
fucked a guy when he is up the arse of another guy.  But this opportunity
was just too good, and that athletic body and smooth arse just too
tempting.

   I quietly slipped a condom over my cock and greased it.  Luc's arse was
jutting out because he had to bend at the knees to fuck the shorter boy,
and his anus was nearly right for me.  I touched it with and oily finger,
rotated my finger once an inch or so inside him and then in a second my
knob was in him.  I allowed his backthrust to force my cock deep into him,
and then fucked him joining in the same rhythm as he was using on my boy.

   He had sweated a bit as we walked through the woods, and a solitary pine
needle had stuck to the centre of his back, marring the beauty of that
triangular, masculine and otherwise flawless flesh.  I delicately plucked
it away and stroked his back, running the finger-tips of both hands
downwards from shoulders to waist.  As I did so I saw him shiver with the
pleasure of the caress, and would swear I felt his anus tighten momentarily
on my cock the same second.  I did it again!  He was fucking Kofi really
fast now, and I had to hold onto his hips with both hands to avoid slipping
out of him as he bucked and wriggled.  Then he came, and again I could feel
his orgasm as his arse contracted on me.  I slowed down as he decreased
until his cock merely rested in my boy and mine rested deep in him.

   Kofi pulled away from him, and I saw the boy pull the condom from Luc's
cock and bury it in a hole he scraped in the sand with the toe of his
sandal.  Now Luc rested his hands on the tree trunk, stuck out his arse,
and looked over his shoulder.  'Real hard now, mister!'

   I was nearly there, but managed to give him a couple of minutes or so
"real hard" before I came.  My condom joined the other buried in the sand.

   We were all a bit messy, but when we got back to the beach we ran across
the sand, dived in, three in a row, and swam out to the floating raft. 
There Luc and I sucked Kofi off, and I gave Luc the pleasure of swallowing
the boy's cum....plenty of other opportunities for me!

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

   I decided Kofi and I would meet his sister, without Mrs Broadhouse this
time, partly because I wanted to have Kofi measured for a dinner jacket
(American readers will know it as a tuxedo, and French as un smoking!),
partly because I fancied sitting between the two of them in the car home.

   Jail bait!  Though heaven forbid it should ever come to that!  She
looked so very sexy and so very young in a skimpy, thin, tight top and
tartan mini-skirt over bare legs.  Little white cotton socks and pink
trainers.  Her face was wreathed in smiles when she saw us, for her brother
mostly I guess, the same lovely grin as her twin.  Her hair was braided in
one of those complicated patterns some black girls use.  Later she was to
tell me the names and meanings of them, but just now she was enough to make
my cock stand merely walking back with her case to the car.

   The limo has tinted windows for discretion, but I saw no reason to have
any such between the back seat and Moorhouse driving, as he was quite
well-accustomed to seeing me frolic with my little friends around the house
and gardens, so he will have had a good view of us on the bench-seat, me
sitting between the two siblings.  However, I only caught his eye once or
twice looking in the mirror at us.  The twins chattered away across my
body, largely ignoring me as Darling told her brother how nice it had been
in Scotland with Lord and Lady Farquaharson, and how she had learned to
ride a horse over rough country, to shoot a shotgun, and to have all the
variations of love-play you can get in a happy love-triangle.  Kofi was
full of the gymnasium, the pool, shopping with an apparently unlimited
budget, and the pleasures of the bed with me and also Sarah, who had
benefitted from my little chat with him.

   I was content to sit there between them, an arm round Darling's
shoulder, sometimes dropping my hand down to fondle a firm little
breast...she did not wear a bra and I could feel the nipple erect under my
palm through the thin, tight cotton.  She took no notice of my caress, and
clearly she expected to be groped when in the company of adults: and with a
body like hers even at her age that was hardly surprising!  No response
either to my hand on her thigh, under that tantalising Britney Spears mini.

   As we turned into the drive, Kofi addressed nearly his first words
directed at me.  'Are we going to bath like when I arrived, Uncle Maxwell?
It's a great bath, Darling.  You wait.  You won't believe it.'

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

   I had fussed around a bit so the two children were undressed and in the
hot water while I was still undressing.  I looked down at them, laying on
their backs, and especially at the girl, with her plump, little-girl cunt,
lips smooth and hairless, and those delightful tits, so shapely and firm,
with their tiny, dark nipples.  She was laying in the centre of the bath,
her brother the other side, so there was plenty of room for me.  I turned
on the jacuzi effect and she spread her legs and giggled as some of the
bubbles played over her cunt-lips.  I joined them, laying so the girl was
sandwiched between two males.

   We soaped ourselves, but half the fun was the excuse bathing gave to
feel and fondle naked flesh.  Her breasts felt especially good as my palms
slid over them, nipples pert and upright.  Her brother was keeping his
hands to himself.

   'You should feel her tits, Kofi: they really are something!' I reached
over, took his hand by the wrist and placed it on his sister's right
breast. He jumped and took his hand away as if it had been scalded.

   I laughed, but noticed the boy's cock was hard, and knew it was his
sister's body that had done it.  I knew he was not wholly gay (he had been
having sex with the maid), so it must have been some residual reluctance to
have sex with a sister, some remaining taboo against incest that was
inhibiting him.  If so, I would soon get rid of it, and take immense
pleasure in this ultimate seduction!

   Meanwhile I had been aware of Darling's small, soft hands on my cock and
I was hard as well.  To my surprise, the little black girl clambered
astride me, opened her cunt-lips with thumb and forefinger, placed my knob
and sank down on it.  Now began the most delightful fuck, all the better
because the first fuck with a new girl (or boy) is always very exciting. 
She bounced up and down on me, assisted by my hands under that strong,
jutting rump.  The bath water, bubbling with jacuzi, slurped in great
waves, splashing over the edge onto the marble floor as she fucked me. 
Kofi was still not touching her, but he was watching all right, and slowly
stroking a hard little cock, his other hand pulling at his scrotum.  A
delicious scene.

   The girl came before me, and collapsed onto my chest.  That suited me
and I lifted her off my cock to lay between us again.

   A bit more soapy caressing, and then all three of us wrapped in thick
white towelling dressing gowns away to my bedroom, where I had asked Mrs
Broadhouse to cover the bed with a white satin base-sheet, as their brown
bodies would look especially good like that.  And indeed they did look
sexy, slight but perfectly-formed, firm tits, bottoms, cock, gleaming white
teeth as the girl giggled and grinned, the boy serious and pre-occupied but
nicely erect and ready.

   I was still hard, and Darling made as if to fuck again, but I lay beside
Kofi and took his cock in my mouth.  His sister giggled and cuddled up to
me, her face close to mine, and clearly wanting a turn at sucking him.  She
licked my nose as I sucked her brother, and giggled.  No inhibitions at
all, this child!

   'My turn now.  I wanted to do this at the sanitorium but he would not
let me.  He's all hangups!'

   I was not one to get between two family members!  So I surrendered the
cock to her and watched as she sucked and licked at it.  I used the
opportunity to stroke her arse as well as her breasts, and Kofi seemed
resigned now to the fact that while they were with me some sexual contact
with his sister was inevitable.

   'Get rid of his hang-ups for him, then, sweetie.'

   Poor Kofi did not know what to do with his hands.  He lay there, eyes
closed, while his sister's mouth bobbed up and down on his prick, and then
as he got more excited, he grasped her head between his palms and used it
to regulate the rhythm: then he suddenly realised what he was doing, and
dropped his hands to the bed again, the same scalded cat gesture I had seen
earlier.  This was interesting, exciting even, and a bit amusing really.  I
watched, and then took one of the boy's hands and placed it again on his
sister's breast, this time holding it in place.  When I finally let go, he
was squeezing and fondling that firm little tit, and it looked as if he was
beginning to move his hips to meet her gobbling motions.

   She saw this too, and it must have been the cue she was waiting for.  I
could see what was about to happen, and to make sure it did, held him down
firmly, a hand on each shoulder, forcing him onto the mattress as his
sister got astride him, and just as she had for me a few minutes before but
this time facing his toes, sank down on him, brother's cock in sister's
cunt.  He must have had a delightful view of her tight little anus and the
plump, hairless lips as his cock divided them, and gradually disappeared
between them.  I know I did!

   Once she had started fucking him, there was no need for me to hold him
in place.  The sexual urge, strong with this firm-bodied, athletic, and
above all young girl, soon overcame the learned sibling taboo, and I could
see his hips rising to meet her down-thrusts.  I released my grip on his
shoulders, and myself sat astride him too, across his chest, my back to his
sister, and my cock resting on his chin.  I had not come when we were in
the bath and was in fine, randy form to fuck the boy in his mouth.  Lucky
young fellow, his cock in a hot, tight pussy, and his mouth round a hard
cock, weeping tears of precum.  Behind me the action was becoming more and
more frenetic, and I realised I could see most of the scene in the wall
mirror (which is what I had placed it there for, the workmen really amused
when I showed them where I wanted the huge expanse of mirror glass fixed to
the bedroom wall, randy bastards both of them!).  As I gently shagged his
mouth, his head supported an inch or two on pillows, I watched as his
sister brought herself off, bouncing up and down on his cock, and at the
same time rubbing and tweaking her clitoris.  It was a beautiful picture
and I would love to have been able to take a video, to look at now instead
of relying on my memory.

   But I never have photographs or film, a hostage to fortune if ever one
of my under-age boys or girls should take it in their head to complain to
someone about being sucked, fucked or fondled!

   So I watched her come, and felt her brother come too.  He bit me
slightly as he came, but I was willing to endure that, enjoying the
thoroughly kinky nature of the experience.

   Then to my delight, Darling lifted herself off her brother's prick, held
it in her hand, and it was still hard!  Oh to be fourteen again!  She
turned round, and this time facing my back sank down on his cock again,
fingers on clit and pussy, swallowing him whole.  He groaned, and I
continued fucking his mouth, shutting him up except for the ocasional groan
and muffled phrase in their native language.

   I was having to control myself, as I did not want to come before the
children had reached their orgasms, and also to be careful not to stick my
cock too far down the boy's throat: my fist round the base of the shaft
meant I could fuck him hard in his open mouth without making him gag.  Then
I felt Darling leaning into me, her firm, hard, little-girl tits pressing
delightfully into my back as she used me as leverage in her joyous bouncing
up and down.  I swear I could feel the tips of her nipples erect and boring
into my back.  Then her arms were around me, and I could feel she was
coming, hear her too as a succession of little squeals and grunts
accompanied each of her down-thrusts.  I guess Kofi came too, at the same
moment, and I could see his face screwed and contorted, his eyes rolling.
The feel of her tits, and the knowledge the two children were coming,
tipped me over the edge, and I filled his mouth with my cum.

   Later, we spit-roasted Darling, myself in her arse and her brother in
her mouth, but after that I left them to sleep, and went back to my room.

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   But it was too early for me, so I poured myself a drink, and took myself
off to my favourite chair by the pool.

   The moon had risen, and the pool was bathed in that grey light I loved
so well, the water oily and black, and the white marble gleaming in the
moonlight.  I lit my cigar and gasped as I inhaled deeply, the nicotine
surging through my body.  Who was it who said "a woman is just a woman, but
a good cigar is a good cigar"?  Oscar Wilde?  No!  Oscar was not much into
women, and in any case he was a cigarette smoker, defining the cigarette as
"the perfect pleasure: as soon as you have finished one you want another."
How Oscar would have enjoyed viagra!  I sipped my brandy, feeling the
alcohol burn my throat.  I prefer Armagnac to Cognac.  Cognac is smooth,
the pleasure comfortable like that of marital sex in the second year of
marriage.  But Armagnac is more like some rent boy picked up in the street
of the Old Port and taken back to a cheap room rented by the hour: smooth
and svelt too, but with a rough edge, almost a touch of danger.

   Which made me think of my ex-wife Loelie and our son Gaston.  They lived
in her villa about half an hour up the coast, and it was time I paid them
another visit.  Loelie had brought the boy up well after we parted,
teaching him to suck and fuck her shaven pussy from an early age, pre-teen
certainly.  But she had also encouraged him to enjoy sex with his little
boy and girl friends, and also to give his arsehole to her own male
companions.  I loved to fuck him and had not had him for nearly three
months.  Yes, I would pay them a visit and have my son's pretty bottom
again, before the boyish beauty gave way to more angular masculinity: he
was fourteen.  He would enjoy Darling's hard, young body and enthusiastic
love-making too.  And Loelie would certainly like young Kofi, like me she
had a thing for teenage boys, and would particularly appreciate his ability
to repeat.....

   But that, as they say, is another story.

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