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 The Best Job In The World : by (c) Hamilton Joyce Mf Mm

   Chapter 1: Sierra Leone

   My first was among the best of them.  The little darling was from Sierra
Leone and just fourteen according to her papers, which seemed to be
accurate.  Her mother had told me she was virgin, but there had been no
hymen when I first fucked her, so either some boy or perhaps the missing
father had been up that cute, shaven cunt, or some strenuous exercise at
her school had breached it.  Maybe a candle or hairbrush handle had found
its way up there!  Anyway, she was clearly not at all experienced, and may
well have been virgin despite the welcome lack of physical proof.

   I'll never forget her, mostly because she was the first of dozens, but
partly because she was very, very pretty.  Everything about her was
childlike, except for her pointy, firm tits.  I'll describe her to you
fully as we go along, but first I should tell you how I got her, and then
so many others.

   I had been twenty years a civil servant in the Ministry of
Agriculture,Food and Fisheries.  My special task had been verifying that
farmers were not exceding their quotas of milk production, a truly daft
policy which leads to huge imports.  But that's another story, and a boring
one!  In my fortieth year I developed hay-fever, which made farm visits
impossible, and I had to be shifted elsewhere.  MAFF was (still is though
the name has changed) the arsehole of all the Ministries, collecting
eventually all the deadbeats and morons who are too thick, idle or
obnoxious to survive in any other branch of the civil service.  Like me in
fact!  The Home Office is the next worse, so they shifted me there.  And
inside the Home Office, the Immigration Service is the pits, so that is
where I ended up.  Thank goodness.

   Mrs Abunkad and her daughter Lucy were among my clients my very first
day, applicants for the right to stay in our wonderful land of milk and
honey.  I was bored and pissed off, and it was bloody hot in the office
where the air-conditioning had failed: so I turned her down.  'No, Mrs
Abunkad.  There is no reason why you should stay here, and you will have to
go back whence you came, you and your daughter.'

   She actually wept, which was the first interesting thing that had
happened in weeks.  I cheered up a bit!

   'I beg you, sah!' I can't do their peculiar lingo even after years of
listening to it off and on, but the gist of it is she offered me a bribe.
Which I turned down, mainly because it was too small for the risk.  But
then she offered me her daughter Lucy.  'She virgin, sah.  She good,
convent girl.'

   Lucy was looking demurely at the lino-covered floor, but I could see she
was a tasty little piece.

   'That makes all things possible, Mrs Abunkad.  I will want her for a
whole night.  Tonight will do.  And then you can come and get your papers
tomorrow, if she has really been a good girl.'

   Easy as that!

   Little Lucy turned up at my apartment at seven, as specified, and was in
a lovely white frock, like a confirmation dress.  In fact it probably was I
suppose.  I looked out of the window and far below me I could see her
mother look up towards her daughter's ordeal, and then turn round and hurry
away.  I got the impression she was weeping again: clearly easy to tears.
The girl was mine for the night.  She stood there in front of the window,
hands clasped behind her back, gaze still demurely fixed on the ground. 
She was lovely, she was young, she was innocent, and she was mine.  I felt
my cock, stiff now for an hour since I had my shower, twitch in eager
anticipation.  The sun shone behind her and penetrated through the cloth of
her dress so I could see the outline of long, slim legs up to the shadow of
the y of her crotch.  Her hips were almost boyish, so slender, but she had
a defined waist, tiny and emphasised by her jutting breasts.  She was cool,
demure and lovely.  And mine!

   'Now, my dear, sit down and I'll get you a cup of tea.' I motioned her
to the settee and she sat right on the edge, bolt upright with her legs
crossed at the ankles and tight together, as if that might prevent me from
accessing the treasure between them.  Our eyes met, and I looked into deep,
dark pools, timid, shy and fearful.  Her ankles looked very trim in her
white court shoes, and her bare legs shone like silk in the late afternoon
sun that streamed through the open window.  'You'll find we English drink a
lot of tea, my dear.  You want to be English don't you?'

   'Oh yes, sir.  More than anything.' These were her first words, heavily
accented and very faint.  She seemed very close to tears, and although that
was amusing in her mother and added to my sense of power over them, I would
much rather have a little girl at least half willing to oblige me.  I would
work hard to reassure her, in the interest of good sex.

   The kettle had been hot before she arrived, and I brought a tray with
the pot, cups and milk to the table in front of the settee.  Also two
glasses and two bottles.  I sat beside her and poured the tea.  She sipped.
It was too warm to drink.

   'And we also like to drink something with it....  very English that. 
I've got some whisky though I think you would not like it.  But you will
love this.' I poured a tot for myself, and a half tumbler of Grand Marnier
orange brandy for her, enough to make her lose any inhibitions I hoped. 
She sipped, liked it and took a good gulp.  'Now tell me what your mother
told you about today: the truth, mind you!  You must always tell me the
truth.'

   'The voice was just a bit more confident as the strong and sickly-sweet
alcohol coursed through her veins, though she still hesitated charmingly.
'My mama told me I was to do everything you want and make sure you are
happy, so we can get our papers.' She lifted the glass again.

   'And did she tell you what I would want to do?'

   A long pause now, and the words seemed to be drawn from her with a great
effort.  'She said you would touch me, and put your thing in me.'

   'My cock?' I was smiling at her.  'Put my cock in you?.'

   'Yes, sah.' Her head hung down.

   'Wise woman, your mother.' I emptied my glass and swallowed the blue
pill I had put on the tray as well.  I would not need it yet, but would
later as the evening developed!  'And we can do lots of other lovely things
that we will both enjoy.'

   'She said it would be better if I tried to enjoy it too....'

   'Of course!  And we are going to start with some things that are
particularly nice.' I placed a hand on her thigh, just at the point where
the hem of her dress stopped as she sat.  Her flesh felt cool and smooth
and very firm.  I slid my hand up under her dress and felt her tense up,
but she did not dare protest of course.  My hand slid round towards the
inside of her thigh, and here the skin was even silkier.  I wondered if she
would yet have those little springs of coiled hair that black girls get
around their cunt lips.  So far I had no real experience of that, but had
of course seen internet photographs of black girls naked.  I was keen to
find out, but wise enough to know that the pleasure would be all the
greater for a gradual and slow progress towards it.  I slipped my hand up
higher, only for her to clamp it between her thighs, a delightful feeling
in itself.  How much better it will be, I thought, when it is my head held
tight between her flesh: not long now.

   But I put my free arm round her shoulder and pulled her onto me, her
shoulder and shoulder blade tight against my chest.  My hand could just
reach down to rest on her breast, decently outside her dress still, but I
was fairly sure already that she was not wearing a bra.  At fourteen her
breasts would not need one for support in any case.  I could feel, or at
least imagined I could, a nipple under the centre of my palm as I pressed
her tit.  My face was close to her ear, and I licked around it with the tip
of my tongue, rewarded with a shiver that ran through her body and I could
feel the tingle under my palm as that nipple hardened.  I whispered, 'Let
my hand go, Lucy.  You knew I was going to touch you, and you want me to
really.'

   There was a pause, and then my fingers were free to continue their
journey up her thigh.  She seemed to be wearing some sort of satin panties,
and her crotch felt hard and shiny when my hand reached it.  'Don't be
frightened, Angel.  It will be nice.  You see.' Her hair was in those tight
and decorative braided patterns the girls from West Africa so often use and
each style has its own name (I've become an expert on African girls over
the years!).  I nuzzled the tight plaits and they had a scent of lemons,
fresh and healthy like the girl herself.  Rubbing her plumpness with my
fingers, I gradually was aware of the shape of her cunt lips under the
thick satin.  I kissed the soft skin of her neck as I slid a finger under
the edge of her panties, and inside to those cuntlips.  Dry as dry!  No
sign of any arousal as yet.  But plenty of time.  I kissed her lips again
and this time she reciprocated just a bit with her tongue.  I felt up
between her cunt lips, but there was no wetness to help me, so I removed my
finger.

   She had leaned back on the settee, but her bottom was still on the very
edge, and her back arched.  I slid to the floor and knelt on the carpet in
front of her, between her legs which, obediently she had opened for me.  I
ran a hand up each bare leg, over her calves, up her thigh, till both hands
lifted her frock and rested on the top of her thighs, cradling her still
decently-covered cunt.  I knelt forward and nuzzled the white satin, and
could smell the heady perfume of teenage pussy, clean and exciting mingled
with the lemon perfume that must have been the bath or shower lotion.  I
was almost painfully hard by now, but knew the greatest pleasure would be
in travelling rather than arriving, in the foreplay as much as in the
fucking.  She might be in my power completely, bought and paid for with a
couple of passports, but I would treat this as a seduction, this time at
least!

   There had been the tiniest little flinch as my nose and lips met the
satin of her crotch, such a delightfully modest little convent girl!...but
no protest.  I can still recall the almost reverential awe with which I
slowly pulled down that flimsy covering, forcing her to close her legs as
the panties reached her knees, and then slipped down her shins to lay in a
pool of silk round her ankles.  I pulled them clear, and passed them once
more over my lips.  I love the feel of satin, and the odour of clean, young
pussy!

   This was the first ebony cunt I had ever seen naked, and it was
heavenly. I opened her legs again, and saw cunt-lips that were still firmly
shut, childish-looking in their nakedness, rounded there under the swelling
mound of her "Mount of Venus", itself smooth and hairless.  My mouth was
open, resting on the soft skin of her inner thigh.  I placed a thumb on
each outer lip and gently pulled them apart to reveal the almost shocking
red of her inner cunt-slit, like some tropical bloom contrasting with the
ebony of her skin.  Her clit was a tiny nub, and although she glistened
there, it was clear she was not aroused, not moist.  I leaned forward and
covered her whole open cunt with my open mouth, feeling her body tense up
as I did.  I was holding her thighs now, and sought out her clit with my
tongue, tracing circles around it and nibbling at it with lips guarding my
teeth.  I felt the clit going hard under my tongue, the softness relaced by
a tiny erection, feeling like a seed of corn.  The tenseness left her body,
and I was aware of juices starting to flow.  Never fails: no woman, however
young, virginal and proper can resist a mouth on her clit!  (And no boy a
warm wet mouth on his cock...but that's another story and one for later!)

   I was licking up and down now, and even my nose was passing over that
nub, my tongue penetrating her cunt just a bit with each pass, dabbling in
the juices that were now running from her pretty, teen pussy.  A few
minutes and her body arched.  Her hips were moving just an inch or so as
she endeavoured to press her cunt against my lips, scraping her open slit
down my face.  Her dress fell down over my head and shoulders and the
sunlight was removed leaving me in an undersea world of smooth thighs and
streaming teenage pussy.  I licked, and was aware she was close to coming.
I slipped my index finger into her vagina and felt it gripped by strong
young muscles there.  She would be a delight to fuck!  I could hear tiny
squeaking noises as she came, and whispered words in what must have been
her native tongue.  Her cunt alternately gripped and released my probing
finger in time with the spasms of her orgasm.

   I knelt there motionless, my open mouth still encompassing her cunt
while her orgasm died away.  I felt a pride in having given this innocent
girl such sensual pleasure, and a very real pleasure in myself that I did
not then altogether understand.  I licked the moisture from my finger and
sat beside her again, an arm round her shoulders.

   'There, That was not too bad was it?'

   The voice was timid, faint and hesitant again as if ashamed to admit her
pleasure.  Oh the guilt of a Catholic convent education!  'It was nice. 
Really nice.'

   'And was your mother right that it would be all right if you tried to
enjoy yourself?'

   There was no answer, but I took her tiny hand and dropped it onto my
crotch.  The instant she felt my stiff cock she pulled her hand back as if
scalded.

   'Feel what you have done to me, Lucy.' I took her hand again and this
time held it pressed against me.  'Have you ever seen a hard cock, my
angel?'

   She shook her head.  'Not a white man, sah.'

   'Then undo my belt and put your hand inside, have a proper feel.'

   Her fingers fumbled with the buckle, and then with the zip, she felt
inside, and my cock sprang out: I had worn no underpants.  She held it,
brown hand round red shaft.

   There was a satisfying gasp of astonishment.'It's very big!'

   I stood up, and my trousers fell to my ankles.  I kicked my shoes off
(no socks) and stepped out of the jeans.  My cock reared up inches from her
face and must have looked like some great rocket-missile in close like
that. I moved slightly to give her the benefit of it in profile.  I sat
again, and her hand moved again to hold it without any prompting from me.

   I have a good body.  I'm not tall, at five foot ten, but I'm stocky and
muscular.  I work out at the gym most evenings for an hour on the way home
from work, use the sunbed regularly to get a golden all-over tan, and
always have a total body-wax to remove every trace of body hair which used
to be gingerish, unlike my blonde head-hair.  I feel no shame or
embarrassment to be seen at the beach in my trunks, or naked in the sauna
(or bedroom!)

   I sat beside her again.  'Undo my shirt buttons, Lucy, and you will be
able to see a real, naked man.

   Tiny fingers plucked at the buttons, and I finally threw it to the floor
to join my other clothes.

   'You have no hairs!'

   'All waxed away my angel.'

   'I'm glad!  My mother waxes and shaves me too.'

   'I'm glad too!  Now suck me, like I sucked you.  Kneel like I did.'

   She knelt in front of me and, hesitantly, her lips touched the head of
my cock.  I am cut, and there was no foreskin for her to manage.  The first
little kiss was tentative, but as I took her head in my hands, I felt her
lips close over my knob, warm, wet and feminine-soft.  I pressed down and
my shaft entered her mouth about halfway until she gagged when the knob
touched her throat.

   'That's right!  Just bob up and down on it.  That's lovely!'

   The tight braids on her skull felt strange this first time, and I traced
them with my fingers as she sucked.

   'No teeth, darling.  Keep your teeth out of the way!  Yes!  That's
better.'

   She looked up at me and again I saw those lovely eyes, deep and dark and
mysterious, childlike and innocent, almost reverential, above all
submissive to the male.  I could see the catch at the neckline of her dress
as she knelt, And I reached to unclasp it and slide the zip down showing
her flawless ebony back.

   'You look so lovely, the contrast of your dark skin and the white of
your dress.' I reached down the front of her dress, loose now, and grasped
one proud breast in each hand.  Her nipples were hard, perhaps because of
my stimulus just now of her clitoris, but perhaps because she had a rampant
cock between her lips.  Either way she had all the signs of sexual arousal.
I squeezed her tits gently and she looked up again at me.  As our eyes met
I saw something more now, a softness, a melting quality, and very real
lust. I stroked her tits and felt my orgasm rising.  I decided to gived her
no warning.

   'Stroke my balls as you suck.  Tickle them with the tips of your
fingers.'

   That did it!  I spurted in her mouth, and as she looked up I could see
the surprise and bewilderment in her eyes now.  She must have been
astonished by the amount of cum this first time, as I squirted two more
loads before my cock was satisfied, throbbing and oozing quietly in her
mouth.  But she had swallowed every drop!

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

   I sat her beside me again, and kissed her with real tenderness, tasting
my cum still lingering in her mouth.

   'And that was lovely too, Lucy.  Now let me see you!  Take that pretty
dress off before we spoil it with creases.'

   She stood up and the dress fell to the ground around her ankles leaving
her naked except for her little-girl white court shoes.  She stood in the
same pose as she had held at the interview, hands clasped behind her back
and eyes demurely downcast.  I just love that in a girl or boy, innocent
modesty.  You can keep all your cheesecake poses as far as I'm concerned:
what is really sexy is compliant, modest innocence in a child on the cusp
of maturity.  It was stunning, the contrast between her slender, almost
boyish frame and those proud, jutting breasts.  I got up and held her.  She
only came up to my chest.  I whispered.  'And now it's time for bed, my
angel.' She looked up with those deep, dark eyes, and I could see
trepidation there, but also some trace of anticipation, even excitement. 
How wise I had been to suck her off first and awaken her, and in my case
take the edge off my eagerness by shooting a load in her mouth.  Without
that, I doubt if I could have got it into her without coming!

   I picked her up, an arm under her bottom and the other under her back.
She lay in my arms, and linked her arms behind my neck.  Her pert little
breasts stood up and just begged to be kissed as I lowered my lips first to
one nipple and then the other.  I felt and watched the nipples harden
again. Her skin felt like silk, and her body was so firm and toned under
that softness.  I carried her through the door along the corridor and into
my bedroom, where I had turned the bedclothes back ready for this moment.
Despite having come once already I was stiff again, whether because of the
drug or because of her tantalising sexiness I don't know.  I laid her
gently on the bed, on her back and laid beside her.

   'Don't hurt me!  I've never....'

   'I know, my angel.  Your mother said.  I'll be gentle, and remember what
she said, that it would be better to enjoy it!'

   As she lay there her cuntlips were still swollen and plumped from the
sucking I had given her clit and the fine orgasm she had managed with my
mouth on her.  They gleamed ebony and smooth, and her little hard clit
peeped out like some shy maiden, pink and glistening like a valuable pearl.
I could have kissed it again, but my cock was thinking for me, and it was
thinking "fuck her.  Do her now".

   I knelt between her legs and she turned her face sideways so she did not
have to look at me, look at the lust in my expression.  I lifted her legs
and parted them.  Her arsehole looked so pretty, darker even than the flesh
of her thighs and puckered, tight closed, I was almost tempted to bugger
her there and then, but instead promised myself I would have her sweet
bottom before she left in the morning.  I lowered her legs a bit and it
disappeared from view but her cunt looked just as appetising.  I pushed my
knob between her outer cuntlips and wiped it down her crack.  There was
almost enough wetness there from her earlier excitement, but I spat on my
fingers and lubricated a bit more.  I looked down: my cock head had been
almost the same colour as her cunt now the lips were parted, but it was as
if it was being held by the plump, black outer lips.  I wiped it again up
and down her slit, and she closed her eyes.  I suppose legally what I was
about to do to her could be classed as rape, but it did not feel like that,
and I intended she should enjoy it in the end, as her mother had wanted.

   I slid my knob again between those pretty lips, and this time applied a
bit of pressure so I felt it catch in the opening of her vagina: I pushed
gently and felt the knob slip in.  Would there be a hymen?  I hoped not! 
She was quite young and innocent enough for me without the bloody proof!  I
pushed harder and slid in quite easily till my body rested on her pubic
bone, the place charmingly called the "mound of Venus", in her case a
delightful, smooth, rounded, ebony little mound.  She still had her eyes
closed and face averted, but at least there was no weeping, and as I
withdrew my cock I could see no blood.  Time to fuck, proper.

   I've had a lot of girls since that first little black darling, and it is
true that young teenagers have muscle-tone and elasticity you just do not
find in adult women.  I love their perky, firm tits, flat bellies and above
all their strong little cunts, vagina walls so tight and smooth.  It was
like dipping it in a barrel of honey!  I fucked her with long, slow
strokes, nearly allowing my knob to come out entirely before pushing back
in again.  Still she lay there motionless.  So I raised myself a little
higher on her body, supported on my elbows.  This slight change of position
did the trick and my cock raked its full length down her clitoris with my
first push in.  I was rewarded with a little squeak from the otherwise
inert doll.  I was convinced it was a squeak of pleasure, and redoubled my
eforts.  Now with every down-stroke there was that stifled, panting little
noise as my prick caressed her hard nub.  Faster, and slightly harder now,
and I could feel her hips moving under me as involuntarily she joined in
the fuck, passive no longer.  I felt her ankles clasp behind my buttocks
and felt her thighs gripping me.  Her face turned towards me, and she
opened her eyes.  We were fucking properly now, and I managed to prop
myself on just one elbow so I could stroke her chin and face with my free
hand, in a loving gesture.  She kissed my finger as it passed her lips, and
I stuck it in her mouth like a little cock.  She sucked on it, and her eyes
were shining now.  Her hips were moving down and then moving up to meet
mine, and we were making a lovely slurping noise as her juices flowed
again, mixing with my precum.

   It was almost too exciting for me, and I fought off the urge to cum in
her at that moment.  I used an old trick to control myself, counting in
nines to take my mind off the excitement.  Eighty-one, ninety, ninety-nine,
one-hundred-and eight.

   With my free hand I squeezed one breast, and then the other, making her
gasp with pleasure, though her pleasure can hardly have been greater than
mine.  She closed her eyes again, but this time in ecstasy rather than
terror, and I could feel her vagina gripping me tighter and tighter.  Her
orgasm was not far away, and nor was mine!  I squeezed her breast again,
and felt the tension mounting in her.  I allowed my full weight to collapse
on her and felt her finger nails scratching into my back as she gripped me.
Her lips closed on my chest and she bit me. 
Three-thousand-six-hundred-and-forty five,
three-thousand-six-hundred-and-fifty-four!  I could feel her tits squashed
against me, her hard little nipples like points of fire for me.  She was
coming!  Her sighs and squeaks were part stiffled by my weight, but she
again was babbling on in some African tongue, and I wished I could
understand those delightful obscenities.  And then I felt her orgasm as her
vagina closed on my prick, released, and closed again.  It was milking me,
and I could hold out no longer.  I just had to, at the same time as hers
peaked, and I pumped my cum into her virgin cunt each spurt uniting us as
it mingled with the juices of her passion.  My thrusts tailed off, as did
her movement under me.  Her nails stopped cutting into me but her fingers
caressed my shoulders.  I raised myself on my elbows and saw she was
smiling.  For the first time since we went to the bed I kissed her, and her
response showed gratitude and almost love!

   Rape?  Hardly!

   She was asleep in moments and so was I.

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

   The red numbers on the bedside clock said 3-15.  During the night I must
have rolled off my delightful twin-peaked cushion as I am sure I was on top
and my cock still deep inside her when we went to sleep.  I was laying on
my side and she had cuddled up to me, her bottom resting against my crotch.
I had one arm over her, my palm cradling her bosom.  My cock was hard when
I awoke, either because I needed a piss, which I did, or as a tribute to
that firm little arse.  I moved slightly and got a hand between us to feel
the soft skin and firm flesh beneath.  It had still been twilight when we
went to sleep, and it was pitch dark now.  I felt into the crack of her
arse and found it wet and slippery there, where her juices and my spunk was
leaking out still.  I parted the crease with thumb and forefinger and found
the right place for my knob.  It slipped easily in.  My eyes were getting
used to the dark, and her back gleamed slightly from the relected light of
streetlights several storiues below us.  I started to fuck her gently, not
wanting to wake her up.

   Again I was tempted to change my aim just so slightly and slide up into
her anus.  But that was for later.  It was enough to have her from behind,
and kiss her lovely shoulder, and caress the breast I could reach with my
left hand.  She moaned in her sleep and I felt her bottom press even harder
against me: no doubt she was having an erotic dream!  I made no attempt to
delay myself this time, and had one of those really big, gentle cums that
seem to drain your balls completely.  I lay there a few moments, feeling
the tightness of her cunt around my prick, which gradually became limp,
until her muscled cunt expelled it.

   I needed a piss!  I got up and could see well enough now without the
light.  In the bathroom I took the precaution of swallowing another blue
pill: I would need a strong erection to take her remaining virginity, to
get up into a probably reluctant arsehole.  And I intended to have her cunt
once more as well, before sending her back to her mother.  I also set the
alarm for six oc'clock to give us plenty of time.  When I got into bed, she
snuggled up against me with a contented sigh.
It seemed like seconds later the alarm went off.  I awoke with a start,

she more slowly.

   'I had a lovely dream.  I dreamed we did it again, from behind this
time.'

   'That wasn't a dream.  You were asleep and I slipped it into you.  Was
it nice?'

   'Mmmmmm.'

   She was still laying with her bottom tight against my crotch.  Gently I
turned her over onto her belly and parted those beautiful arse-cheeks.  Her
tight little anus, darker than her ebony thighs, and puckered like a tiny
flower, had lost none of its allure from yesterday.  I lay between her legs
and kissed her there, licking up and down the crack with a pursed tongue.

   Some psychology books I have read explain the desire to fuck in the
arse, (I prefer the old word "buggery"), as a power trip, less a matter of
sex and more a matter of domination.  That may well be true, and it may be
why I have become addicted to it, especially when my subject is a teenager,
either girl or boy.  However, it is also true that aesthetically a hairless
young arsehole is very, very attractive, and at least as pretty as the
youngest, smoothest, plumpest cunt.  I'm sure the reason why I prefer boys
and girls to women and men is this essential beauty.  It is also true that
I was introduced to sex myself when still a youngster; thirteen I was when
Mr Hathaway fucked me in the arse, and some studies suggest that early sex
can lead to a fixation on similar juveniles.  Whether a matter of
domination, aesthetics, or juvenile sex-fixation, I was certainly keen to
enjoy this pretty little bottom.  And the straining of my cock was not
altogether down to the pill I had swallowed!  I licked and sucked, tickling
her anus with the tip of a pursed tongue, slipping my tongue a wonderful
half-inch into her.  She giggled!

   'That tickles.  What are you doing?'

   'I'm rimming you, sweetie.  I'm kissing your bottom-hole.'

   'Ugh!  That's gross.  Why?'

   'Because it's a lovely little bottom, and because I want it to relax.'

   'Relax?'

   'When you know more about men, Lucy, and when you marry, you will find
your man wants to put his cock in here, wants to bugger you.'

   'Oh no.  It's too small for that.'

   'Nonsense!  It's the same size as every other girl's, and they all have
to have a cock in there sometimes.'

   I reached for the baby oil sitting in its clear plastic bottle behind
the alarm clock, and squirted some into her arse-crease.  The baby oil was
by the bed as I liked to masturbate using it before I got this wonderful
job with all its opportunities for fantastic sex with virgins.  And to be
honest, baby oil is the best lubricant there is, if you are not using
condoms (which only last a few seconds if you get oil on them!) I rubbed it
round her anus and inserted my index finger to the first joint.

   'Please, sir.  Not that!  It has been so nice and now you'll spoil it
all.'

   'You may as well learn!' I rotated my finger, stretching the rim, and
then finger fucked her a few times.  If it had been a boy I would have gone
deeper, looking for the centre of male pleasure, but with a girl all that
was needed was to stretch and relax the muscles at the anus.  This I did,
eventually managing to get two fingers into her and having the satisfaction
of feeling the tension leave her muscles as she got accustomed to the
probing.  With my free hand I stroked and caressed her prettily rounded
buttocks, partly to soothe her as one might stroke a nervous puppy, but
mostly for the sensual pleasure of feeling teenage flesh under my palm.  I
lay beside her, still masturbating her anus, but whispering now in her ear.

   'My little African angel, be a good girl and don't spoil it all now. 
I'm going to have your lovely little bottom, and though I'm the first man
to I'm sure I won't be the last.  You will never find it as good as a cock
in your cunt, my sweetie, but you will learn to like it.  It may hurt a bit
at first, but that will pass and it will be all right then.'

   I might add that up to that moment my only experience of anal sex had
been on the receiving end of several men's cocks when I was her age and a
little bit older.  But that, of course, had told me that after the first
pain of penetration all that was left was a dull ache and a feeling of
boredom.  It was only after I had been buggered a few times I started to
find pleasure in it, and my reading had told me that the prostate gland
that could give the male pleasure when probed by a cock was just not
present in the female!  All I wanted from this virgin was silent
compliance, and certainly no screams or floods of tears.  I judged she was
ready, and my cock certainly was, with precum welling out and a wonderfully
hard erection.  I felt my whole life had been leading up to this moment,
the buggering of a pretty teenage girl!  I could feel my heart beating and
a strong pulse in my head.

   I bent one of her legs sideways, enjoying the feel of her thigh betweeen
my hands, and exposing her arsehole, as pretty as ever, still closed but
glistening with baby oil.  I kelt between her legs, held my throbbing prick
in my right fist, and lowered myself onto her, watching my knob place just
where it should be, penetrating a few millimetres with my slight pressure.
I allowed my weight to increase gradually and at first her anus resisted,
but then suddenly my knob was in her.  The squeal of pain and fear was part
muffled by the pillow she had buried her head in.  I guess she also
realised that hers and her mother's papers depended on being "a good girl
and not spoiling it all".  Really, for me this was a wonderful situation.
Short of actual bodily harm I could do anything I wanted with this tasty
little morsel and she would just have to accept it unprotesting.  Perhaps
there was something in that "power-trip" theory after all?  But, as you can
imagine, these theories were furthest from my mind as I wallowed in the
pleasure of a tight little arsehole and pliant, smooth buttocks beneath my
thighs.  I pressed harder, and my cock slid into her until finally my
tanned thighs rested on her darker arse-cheeks.  I was completely in this
virgin bottom!

   Her cunt may have been delicious but this was the royal road to
pleasure, and I understood why men had been willing to risk imprisonment,
shame and ruin to have my arse when I was her age.  She may have sobbed
just a bit but mostly she honoured her mother's agreement with me and did
nothing to spoil my enjoyment of her tight little hole and silky buttocks.
I allowed my weight to rest on her as I licked and kissed her flawless
back, and reached under her to grasp a breast in each hand.  Now I raised
my hips and allowed my cock to slide out but only as far as the rim of my
knob.  In again, squeezing and fingering her tits.  A pause, withdraw, and
in again, harder this time.  I heard her sob muffled by the pillow.  Good!
Give it to her harder and faster!  Give her something to really weep about.
I shagged her mercilessly, my cock doing the thinking, my hands doing the
feeling.  I relinquished her breasts for a moment to look at her arse
beneath me.  It was very tempting, so smooth and round!  I slapped it with
my right hand as I thrust into he, and then with my left as I withdrew. 
This was the way!  I could feel her tightening as I slapped her, and that
was good too.  I slapped with each thrust, and was greeted with a little,
gripping spasm each time I was fully in.  she had milked me with her cunt,
and now she was milking me with her arse.  I fucked harder, faster, drops
of sweat falling from me onto her arse and back, and could feel my orgasm
rising.  I swore at her as I came, a huge, balls-draining cum, spurting
with each thrust.

   After, I was knackered!  I collapsed on her, and her arse expelled my
half-hard cock.

   'I've got to shit!' She leaped up and ran for the toilet.

   I followed a couple of minutes later, and pissed in the sink, flushing
it away with cold water.  I checked my cock.  No blood, thank goodness. 
Could do without that complication.  I stood in the shower under the needle
points of hot water, feeling very self-satisfied.  I soaped myself, and
heard the toilet flush.

   'Come and have a shower, Lucy.'

   She seemed more cheerful, and put her arm round my waist as we stood
under the shower.  I guess she thought (rightly!) that the worst had
passed! I had the soap in my hand and soaped her breasts.  They really were
a delight, so firm and so shapely.  My cock hardened just as her nipples
firmed under my palms.

   'You like my tits, Mister!'

   'I do, Lucy.  You have lovely tits.' I moved to her arse, soaping her
buttocks and the crease between them.  'And a lovely arse'.  I turned her a
bit and soaped her cunt.  'And the prettiest little tight cunt!'

   She giggled.

   I held her pressed against me under the streaming, almost unbearably hot
water.  My cock pressed against her belly, and she reached between us to
grasp it.

   'And you have a lovely cock!'

   I wanted her again.  I lifted her till her face was level with me and
kissed her, pushing my tongue between her lips and feeling her teeth and
palate.  She reciprocated, her tongue pushing past mine and winning entry
into my mouth.  I held her easily: for a plump-breasted girl she was
surprisingly light.  My cock-head rested against her pussy, lips plumped
out already, and still slippery and soapy.  It slipped between them, and as
if with a will of its own found out her vagina and entered it.  I lowered
her until her pubic bone rested on mine and I was entirely inside her.  She
linked her ankles behind my back and her arms around my neck took most of
her weight.

   I could not easily move, but remarkably for such a young girl and I am
sure a novice in the art of fucking she was milking me as she had done the
night before.

   'Can you feel that?'

   'It's lovely, Lucy.' She contracted her muscles on my prick and then
released it over and over again, unbearably sensual, and building immense
excitement in my arse and balls.  I knew I could come like this.  and that
I was not far away from a huge orgasm.  I glued my lips to hers, and tried
to move so I could stimulate her clit, but to no avail.  In this position
we were simply locked together.  But that milking motion inside her went on
and on, and I could feel myself about to come.  She pulled me even closer
to her, and her tits pushed into my chest.  I was coming.  Deep inside her
I spurted once, twice, three times, four, her tongue in my mouth, her
vagina contracting tight and gripping.  She must have felt my orgasm
because the spasms of her cunt ceased and she looked up at me, deep brown
eyes smiling.

   'Was that good?'

   'It was marvellous, Lucy.'

   'I thought you enjoyed it when I did that before and I wondered if it
would be enough by itself.'

   'It was!' I lowered her to the stand beside me, and she soaped her cunt
again.

   Both rinsed off, I turned the water to cold for a few seconds, and
enjoyed her squeals and dancing in the icy water, tits juggling.  Then the
two fluffy white towelling dressing gowns (stolen the year before from a
hotel where the Ministry had run a training course!)

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   I just had coffee, but Lucy had orange juice and muesli with the cream
from the top of the milk.  It was not only her sexual appetite that was
healthy!

   'So what will you tell your mother, Lucy?'

   'That she was right.  It was better once I decided I would enjoy it.'

   'All of it?'

   'Not when you had it up my bottom.  I don't like that.  But I think you
wanted that more than anything, so it's ok really.' She looked me straight
in the eyes, and I contrasted the innocent, shy girl of the day before,
with her eyes modestly lowered to look at the floor!  What a difference a
few fucks in mouth, cunt and arse could make!

   'And what was the best.'

   'Oh!  The first.  When you licked and sucked me down there.  That was
the best.' She was a picture, the bright white of the bath-robe contrasting
with her ebony skin, her face scrubbed and shining, and the loveliest
cleavage, tits lifting the thick fluffy fabric.

   'Some more of that?'

   'Please.'

   And I was on my knees under the table.  Her legs were open ready for me,
framed by the robe which had fallen apart from the waist.  Her cunt-lips
were plump and full, and her clit peeped out like a glistening pink pearl,
aroused by the sex of a few minutes before, aroused but not yet satisfied.
Well, I would soon sort that.  I fixed my mouth over her cunt and slid my
tongue between the lips, working in a circle round and round her clit.  She
slid down in the chair a bit, pushing her belly and cunt towards me, and I
grasped her hips to steady us.  I nibbled her clit between my lips and was
rewarded by a girlish squeak of pleasure.  One hand free, I slid a finger
up into that tight, smooth-walled cunt, and felt her grip on it.  she was
remarkably talented!  Now I have had a lot more teenage girls I know how
exceptionally gifted her vagina was.  Back then I just enjoyed it.  So I
licked round and round, up and down, while I finger fucked her.  It did not
take long after the arousal in the shower, and I could feel her coming.  I
licked the juces clean, a mixture of hers and some of my cum.

   Sitting opposite her, I noticed it was nearly eight o'clock, and I have
to leave at eight thirty.  'You can tell your mother that if she comes to
the reception at my office at mid-day there will be an envelope for her
with permits for both of you.' I stood up and went to the window.  'And you
had better get dressed now as your mother is in the carpark waiting for
you.'

   Walking to work, I stopped off to buy a map of the world and some pink
and blue headed pins.  In the office I stuck the map up on my notice board,
covering the horrible Aids poster.  I stuck the first pin, pink headed, in
the middle of Sierra Leone.

  
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   Chapter 2 : Belorus

   It was about ten days later.  The weather was still unbearably hot and I
missed the air-conditioning we had at the Ministry of Agriculture.  I was
in my shirt sleeves but still it was uncomfortable, and must have been
worse for the family I was interviewing, in their Sunday best.  You could
see she had been a pretty girl.  Fifteen years before!  Now she was still
ash-blonde, but her figure had broadened and her tits sagged like all those
Russian peasants who let themselves go to fat.  The guy had looked after
himself.  Tall, broad, and probably all muscle, he had the same blonde
hair, but not as light as his wife's, and cropped almost military style. 
With his clipped moustache he was obviously macho, and equally obviously
rather pleased with himself.  As he rabbited on....  he had to do all the
talking as his wife spoke only Russian...  I studied first the house-fly
that lazily circled the dusty light-bulb, and then their son.  I looked at
the case file.  Yuri the boy was called.  Date of birth?  I worked it out.
He was thirteen.  I looked him up and down and some imp inside me said to
me 'Why not?' He'd be a tasty morsel, and was just the right age for my
tastes.  Clearly he had been growing fast as his grey shorts were too tight
on him, hugging his hips, and more to the point, tight round the crotch,
where he had an enticing little bulge that suggested a rather more than
little-boy cock.  His t-shirt as well was too tight, and you could see he
was beginning to get some muscles on his shoulders and chest.  He might
have his mother's ash-blonde hair and something youthfully feminine in his
face still, but he was going to have his father's muscular build.

   I stood up and walked over to my map....  still that lonely pin in
Sierra Leone....  to remind myself where Belorus is.  Ah yes!  One of the
states formed from the debris of the old Russian Empire.  Slavs, like the
Russians themselves.

   I sat down again.  He was still talking, but I had not been listening.
He passed me a photograph.  It was of himself in Red Army uniform, an
officer by the look of it.  One of those bastards!  I could just imagine
him kicking seven sorts of shit out of some poor bloody Czech or Pole, and
if his bosses had their way, out of us as well!  Shit!  They would have
nuked us given half the chance.  "We will bury you" that bastard Kruschev
had said.  And here is this macho bastard thinking a picture of him in
Russian uniform will help him get his permit!  Well I'll show him!  What's
his name again?  I reached for his file.  Suslov.

   'Mr Suslov.' I interrupted him in full flow.  'There really is no chance
of getting a residence permit.  You are very clearly an economic migrant,
and further you have no skills this nation can use.' I threw his file
heavily down onto my desk to emphasise the point.  'You will be required to
return to...' I picked the file up again and looked at it...  'to Belarus
immediately, with your wife and son.'

   He looked as if he had been kicked.  Good!

   'I can think of few things that would make me change my mind.' I looked
straight at the boy, Yuri.  I made eye contact and the boy must have seen
how my eyes lowered to fasten on the bulge of his crotch.

   'We are poor people, sir.'

   'And I am not interested in money.  But you have a very attractive son.'
He looked quizical a moment and then as black as thunder, and I
surreptitiously reached under my desk for the panic button in case he went
for me, but I carried on none-the-less.  'Lend him to me for one night, and
you will have your papers.'

   He was silent for a second or two, but then gabbled something to his
wife.  I was watching the boy, and I caught his eye.  I had a sudden
feeling the boy was not as shocked as his father or his mother, and indeed
there was almost a smile on his face.  I suspected I would not be the first
to enjoy that young body!  His parents were babbling away in their own
tongue, and finally Suslov turned to me.

   'My wife says, take her, sir.She will spend a night with you.'

   Deliciously humiliating for him to have to offer up his wife!  But I
really could not fancy that sack of potatos!  'The boy!  It must be young
Yuri.'

   More gabbling, and then very quietly, 'Yes, but for one night only!'

   'Good!  Bring him to my apartment.' I gave him a card.  'Saturday
evening at seven o'clock, and collect him mid-day Sunday.  Make sure he has
been fed and bathed.  And one further thing, so he knows what is expected,
and is not reluctant, you will show him by sucking me off now.  Here and
now, so he can see.'

   He stood up and towered over me, and I reached again for the alarm. 
'You cannot ask your boy to do something you are unwilling to do yourself.
In any case, if you don't do what I want it is the plane back for you all,
this afternoon and with a guard to make sure you go.  Now, be sensible. 
Kneel down, unzip me and suck me off.' I stood up and pushed my crotch
towards him.Slowly he knelt and I knew I had won.  I watched his son as
Tarzan unzipped my flies and took my half-hard cock out.  The boy's eyes
seemed to gleam as his father tentatively closed his lips round my knob. 
His mother had nothing but disgust in her eyes.  Good!  That would destroy
his bloody macho image!  Might even destroy his arrogant self-image too.  I
took his head in two hands and shoved my cock deep in his mouth, until he
gagged on it, and then the last inch.

   His wife had turned away.  'Tell her to turn round and watch, and your
son too.' (Though the boy had indeed been watching, and may even have taken
a step closer to the action).  I pulled my cock from his mouth and assume
he did as instructed because the woman turned round wide-eyed.  Perhaps
this was only the second cock she had seen!  I stuck my cock between his
lips again and held his head still as I fucked his mouth.  There was no
need to make this last, and in fact I had not wanked since the night with
Lucy, always hoping a tasty little boy or girl would turn up, so I was full
of cum and very, very horny.  I fucked him hard and felt my cum building
up. 'Don't spit!  I don't want a mess on my carpet.  Swallow it all down!'
I looked at the boy and met his eyes as I spurted in his father's mouth.  I
saw in them interest, excitement and perhaps even pleasure in his father's
humiliation as I filled his father's mouth with hot cum, which obediently
he swallowed.

   After I was brusque and efficient.  I zipped myself up, picked up the
phone and said 'Next, please'.  Turning to Suslov, it was simply, 'That is
all Mr suslov.  The boy at seven Saturday, and all will be well for you.'

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   It was a good thing that I had made Anatoly Suslov suck me off and take
the edge off my sexual tension.  As it was, all Thursday afternoon and
Friday I found it even more difficult that usual to concentrate on the hard
luck stories, lies most of them, that were paraded in front of me.  My mind
kept returning to that cheeky grin, tousled blonde hair, and most of all
those tight, tight shorts.  I was recalling how Mr Hathaway, the school's
religious instruction teacher, had introduced me to anal sex at almost the
same age as this lad, and done it in such a way that to this day I enjoy a
cock in my arse.  Indeed, as I thought about it, I was tempted to pass by
the public lavatories behind the station, a well-known cottage, and see if
any guy fancied my arse.  On balance I decided it would be best to wait
till Saturday, by which time I would be marvelously horny.

   Seven o'clock Saturday eventually came and I was ready, shaved,
showered, and dressed in not much, light cotton shorts and a loose shirt. I
looked out of the window and saw Suslov and his boy walking across the
carpark to the flats.  They disappeared from view, and then Suslov was
walking away alone.  My heart leaped and I could hear it beating: I was
going to have the boy!  The bell rang, and there he was, same tight shorts,
a Chelsea football shirt (no surprise a Russian boy would support that
lot!), and trainers with no socks.  It looked as if he had had a haircut,
or at least combed his hair better than when I had last seen him.  Someone
had been trying to make him look attractive, as if he could be anything
else!

   His was a lovely shy smile, not frightened of me I thought, but just a
bit expectant.  I held my hand out to him and he thought it was to shake
hands, but it was really to hold his hand, to touch him for the first time,
and to lead him through my hall into my living-room, where I sat him down
on the settee.  There was not much point in saying anything, as he did not
understand a word of english, but I made the usual social conversation,
one-sided.  This was going to be a strange evening, sex and no
conversation....  I went to the fridge in my kitchenette and poured a
couple of glasses of coke: there would be time for some alcohol later when
inhibitions could be lowered, and it would relax him (especially any tensed
up anal muscles!).  As I put his glass in his little hand I caught him
looking at my crotch, where I was very nearly hard in anticipation.  As I
stood over him and drained my glass I looked down and there was the hint of
a growing bulge in his too.  There would be no problems at least with the
oral part of my cock-fun.  Then I remembered the pills.  I wanted to be
super-virile tonight and needed him hard as well.  I had decided on the
yellow "weekend pills" to last right up to Sunday afternoon, and let him
see me swallow one before handing him his, which he took with the last of
his coke.

   I took the near-empty glass from his hand,put it with mine on the side
table, and placed an arm round his shoulder, pulling him gently against me.
My other hand rested on his naked thigh, just under the leg of his shorts,
and the skin felt smooth and warm to the touch.  But I could feel the
tension in his body, a fear of this man who had forced his father into
sucking him off, and now would do the same and probably worse to the son. I
did not want an unwilling, frightened boy.  Not quite true!  If necessary I
would force him, but I would rather a willing little fellow, just as I had
been at his age, feeling some trepidation, yes, but also the excitement of
desire.  I would wait, and give him time to get used to me.  I squeezed his
thigh just once, and then let go, kissing him lightly on his forehead
before standing up and pulling him to his feet to.

   'I wish you could understand me, Yuri.  But the surprise will be all the
better for that, perhaps.'

   My surprise was the funfair!

   I did not even try to find a taxi at seven on a Saturday evening, and we
walked hand in hand to the Common, where I had noticed a funfair setting up
a few days before.  Nobody on the busy streets gave a second glance to what
was obviously a father and his teenage son, probably foreign as they were
holding hands.  We could hear the raucous music from the Common before we
got there.  Yuri had been silent ...of course...  but I could still sense
fear and tension as he must have wondered where I was taking him and for
what purpose, so I was pleased to see his eyes light up and feel his hand
grip tighter on mine when the bright reds and yellows of the side-shows
came into view.

   We tried the dodgems first, the two of us crammed into the tight seat as
he weaved the little electric car in and out the others, delighting
especially in ramming another one over and over again, driven by a boy
about his own age and, I assume, sitting beside his father.  I had my arm
round his shoulder, draped down over his chest, and took the opportunity to
squeeze his nipple, feeling it harden to a sharp little point between my
thumb and index finger.  He took no notice and I placed my lips close to
his ear.  'I'm going to lick and suck your pretty pink nipples, Yuri.' He
did not understand, of course, but doing so made me feel randy!  I wished I
had shorts on too as his naked thigh pressed against mine.

   We had three sessions on the dodgems before I managed to divert him to
the rifle-range, pointing to it as we passed in our little car.  I assume
he had seen his Daddy with a rifle, but it was clear he had never handled
one himself.  All little boys like guns, and he was no exception as I
showed him how to load the .22 and aim it.  It was sexy holding him in
place, and feeling him lean back against me so his bottom was resting on my
crotch: he must have felt my cock hard there, and I could see a little tent
in his shorts.  I was glad I had waited before seducing him.  This would be
better with a willing boy.  He did not shoot very well, probably because
the gun was heavy for him, but the side-show manager gave him a base-ball
cap as a prize in any case: I guess he fancied the boy, and indeed now he
was laughing and happy he was spectacularly sexy.
Next it was a machine called the octopus, with chairs on metal struts
that whirled round through the air at breakneck speed.  Here he held onto
me for dear life, and for the first time, squeezed together in the little
cab, I treated myself to the first feel of his cock, through the cotton of
his shorts.  It was gratifyingly erect, and as I closed my hand round it
felt large for a teenage boy.  He took no notice, it seemed, and did not
reciprocate by groping me.  So it was on to the big-dipper.  I would not
willingly have gone on this, having a healthy fear of heights, but he was
excited by the prospect.  And, Lord!  how we squealed when the cart sped
down the rails, up again, paused at the top, and then down again at
breakneck speed.  We were at the back, with two couples sitting in front of
us, and I was able to feel him up again as we clutched each other.  I
placed his hand over my crotch, and as if he had been waiting for
permission, he grasped it and turned towards me, eyes shining and not only
with the excitement of the ride.  I whispered in his ear, 'And I'm going to

suck that lovely boy-cock too!'

   Legs still wobbly from the hair-raising ride we wandered round the show,
Yuri eating a pink candy-floss.  After about an hour I could not wait any
longer, and we left.  We were lucky with a passing taxi, and as we sat in
the back we again held each others' cocks, me hoping that was below the
cab-driver's eyeline.  Either he could see, or he was alive to what was
going on by some sixth sense (it takes one to know one!) because as I paid
him he muttered, "Have fun with your little angel, you lucky bastard".  I
glared, and did not tip him!

   Back in the flat, I sat the boy down again on the settee, and poured
myself a stiff whisky, him a half tumbler of Grand Marnier.  I watched as
he sipped it,liked it, and took a long gulp of the sweet orange brandy.  I
finished mine and put the glass on the side-table.  He finished his with
one draught, and I imagined the alcohol coursing through his veins, along
with the pill I had given him earlier, the two together should remove any
remaining inhibitions.

   He allowed his weight to rest against me, his blonde head on my
shoulder. Boys sometimes don't like to kiss but this one was happy with it
and turned his face to me.  Our lips met and we embraced for a long minute,
a passionate kiss with tongues touching.  I could taste the sugar of the
candy-floss and the orange brandy on his lips.  Midway I took his hand and
placed it on my crotch, and was excited to feel him grasp my cock through
the thin cotton.  I ran my hand up the leg of his shorts and found his
cock, hard under cotton underpants.  We sat there kissing, and groping each
other.

   This was too good to stop, but I desperately wanted him naked.  I stood
in front of him and pulled my shirt up over my head at the same time as I
kicked my shoes off.  My belt now, and I stepped out of my trousers to
stand naked in front of him.  His eyes were focused on my cock, but then he
raised them to make eye-contact with me, and I imagined I could see some
sexual arousal in those clear blue eyes with their long, feminine lashes.
My cock twitched and a clear drop appeared in its eye.  The boy's glance
returned to my cock and he reached out to cradle my balls in his cupped
hands, as if testing their weight.  My cock twitched again, and he leaned
forward.  I felt the tip of his tongue tickle me as he licked with it in a
straight line up over my balls, onto the root of my cock, and then up the
length of its shaft.  As he paused before touching my knob, I realised
something as clear as daylight.  I wished he could understand what I said.

   'I know you've sucked cock before, Yuri.  But I think it was little boy
cock, not full grown adult's.  I saw you looking at my cock while your
father sucked me, and thought you were watching him wide-eyed because of
what he was doing.  But it was the size of the cock he was sucking, wasn't
it?'

   He looked up at me with shining eyes and that lovely, toothy grin: then
he took my balls in one hand, my shaft in the other and pursed his lips
around my knob.  I reached down and held his tousled blonde head between my
palms, pushing till most of my cock was in his mouth.  He reached behind me
and was pulling me onto himself, a hand on my naked bum.I scarcely dared
move as I just knew that if I fucked his mouth I would not be able to stop
myself coming, so I stood there and enjoyed the feeling of his mouth on my
cock, and the knowledge it was a willing young teenage boy doing the
sucking.  If I had been a Roman Emperor, or an American media millionaire I
could not have had a prettier partner nor a more willing boy!

   I still wanted him naked!  I slipped my hands down the front of his
sweat shirt and tweaked his nipples.  He squeaked, but did not stop
sucking. I ran my hands over his hairless chest, which felt well-covered
and not at all scrawny.  He knew what I wanted, and probably was looking
forward to showing me his naked body.  His lips left my cock and he was
kicking his own shoes off and pulling his t-shirt over his head, undoing
his belt and shuffling his shorts down to his ankles, and off.  He was
naked and lovely.  He could not understand my words, but surely he must
have sensed the admiration in my voice.

   'Lovely!  So lovely!  Sexy boy.  I love your hard little cock and tight
little naked balls.'

   I don't know why I had expected him to be suntanned.  probably because
the only other boys I had seen near-naked, teenagers in their tight little
speedos on Greek and Spanish beaches, had always been tanned.  And Yuri had
tanned arms and legs.  But his body was as white as milk, smooth and
creamy. Only his nipples were pink, and his lovely little knob peeping
clear of white foreskin.  I raised him so he was standing beside me, and
then sat down where he had been a second before.  My turn to enjoy
caressing his body now.  I fingered his hard little nipples, and stroked
his hairless chest and flat belly.  His cock was standing for me and I
nuzzled his crotch with my face with my arms around him, hands holding his
hard, little boy buttocks.  My turn now, and he sighed with pleasure as I
closed my lips around his knob and sucked, hollowing my cheeks with the
effort.  He placed a hand on my head, and I was certain now that he had
enjoyed oral sex before: there was no awkwardness or hesitation, but simply
a pleasure in feeling the warm, wet pressure of a mouth around his little
prick.  I allowed my hands to slip into his arse crease as I pulled him
towards me, and his cock slid into my mouth till my lips were at its root,
my nose touching his belly.

   I allowed it to slide out again, and lowered my face so my tongue could
touch his balls.  I licked upwards over them with the tip of my tongue. 
They looked hairless, but my tongue could feel the finest of first-hair
there, blonde and so fine as to be almost invisible.  Now I could see there
was a thin line of the same incredibly fine and blonde hair at the base of
his cock, in a scarcely visible fringe at the base of his white belly.  I
sampled that too with my lips and tongue, before going down again and
taking one whole ball into my mouth and sucking on it.  He wanted my mouth
on his cock, however, and pulled back a bit making me relinquish that
little egg.  Now he shoved forward again, insisting on my lips accepting
his cock.  And he fucked me, fucked my mouth.  I stroked and caressed his
buttocks as he shagged my lips, his little-boy cock showing me he knew all
about this sort of sex, at the least.  I was about to try slipping a
probing finger up his arse when I realised he was coming.  There was not
much cum, but it was slippery and silky, and all the more delightful for
being true boy-juice.  I sucked on his still hard cock as it twitched in my
mouth, and while he held my head between his little palms.

   I was still hard, and it was clear he expected to suck me off now. 
Whoever he was used to playing with, this was evidently their routine.  But
I had other ideas.  My arm around his shoulder again as he sat beside me, I
whispered in his ear, making him giggle as I tickled it with my tongue. 
'Later, little Yuri.  Later.  I'm going to have your pretty little white
arse first!' He could understand not a word of course.

   I reached for the TV remote.  The dvd and tv were set up and the film
had been especially chosen to introduce the idea of arse fucking: one of my
favourites in fact.  I deliberately muted the sound as the film was
Russian, probably, and I did not want Yuri to hear stuff I personally could
not understand.  In any case the plot of the film was clear enough!

   The boy is about thirteen, I should think.  About the same age as Yuri,
and at that ideal age when the hormones are raging making him as horny as
hell, but when much of the body shape of childhood is still present.  No
body hair, muscles just beginning to form, and the slender beauty of first
adolescence.  Like Yuri he is milk white, untanned, and skin unblemished.
Except for the arse where he has clearly been beaten, but not enough to
break the skin in any ugly way.  The opening scene is clearly a schoolroom
....bible-land maps on the wall, a globe, blackboard, desks.  A guy with a
lean and hungry look has bent our little hero over one of the school desks.
He pulls the boy's white shirt from his waistband and puts it over the boys
head, so he would be in darkness.  Now he grabs the boy's shorts and pulls
them down, along with rather grey underwear, till his arse and thighs are
bare.  The guy is dressed in a black waistcoat and black baggy trousers. 
He unbuckles his broad, black leather belt and slides it from his trousers.
He stands back and lashes that white naked arse.  Six times in quick
succession.  The boy utters no sound, but flinches each time, and certainly
it will have hurt.  His buttocks go a lovely pink!

   The school master pauses, and lays his belt on the adjacent school desk.
The camera pans to a closeup of his crotch.  He is erect, a real tent
appearing in the shot.  His flies have old-fashioned buttons, and again in
closeup we see his fingers popping them and allowing his cock to spring
free.  It is veiny and looks as if it has been well-used, thick and
emerging from masses of black hair.  The knob is red and angry, and already
weeping drops of pre-cum onto the polished wood-block floor.  He grasps the
boy by his hips and places the knob on his buttocks, spreading them with
both hands.  The disproportion between the huge, flaming red knob, and the
tiny pink anus is gross.  He spits on his fingers, annoints the anus, spits
on his hand again, annoints his knob, and......the film fades out!

   Yuri's attention is fixed on the screen, but he is still holding my cock
in a loose grip.  I have a hand over his shoulder, playing with his
boy-tits, and the other in his lap where his cock is still hard.  I use the
short gap in the action to steal another kiss from his still-sugared lips,
and am excited to feel his tongue penetrate my mouth.  I slide my hand down
his back and under his bottom, so his weight rests on my palm.  I whisper
again in his ear.  'Your pretty little Russian bum, Yuri.  For me.' He
snuggles against me, only too happy about this male-male loveing.

   The film cuts to a dusty mediterranean scene.  Small town in the
background, railway sidings in foreground.  The boy has a bag over his
shoulder and is looking at the white labels on the goods-wagons painted a
dusty maroon colour.  He stops at one ....the letters are cyrillic and mean
nothing to me, though they might to Yuri.  He opens the huge wagon door,
and slips inside, half-closing it behind him.  It is empty except for a
couple of hemp sacks, one empty and the other seeming to be about half full
of grain.  He settles down, his back to that one.

   There's a jolt, and it is clear the train is starting.  Just at that
moment a kit bag is thrown into the wagon, followed by an old-fashioned
wooden-stocked rifle, and finally a big, burly guy in a dusty, crumpled
army battle-dress.  He looks at the boy, says nothing, and leans up against
the wooden wall, rummaging in the top of his kitbag.  His search is
rewarded by a bottle with presumably red wine in it, a crust of black bread
and a clasp knife.  Still silent he cuts a bit of bread off, chews and
swallows, grips the cork with his teeth and takes a swig.  He offers it to
the boy who hesitates, but accepts it and takes a deep gulp before handing
it back.  It is half empty now, and the guy puts the cork back and it joins
the knife and crust in his kitbag.  Now he says the first word....which I
know is "Beograd", though the film is muted this time.  So they are in the
Balkans, and about the time of the first world war presumably.  The boy
nods his "yes".

   The guy gets up and squats on his haunches.  his kitbag falls over.  He
sits beside the boy and places his arm around his shoulders.  I squeeze a
bit on Yuri's shoulder and he squeezes my cock, turning his face to kiss me
just as the guy on the train reaches for his flies, unbuttons them and
takes out the most monstrous, and ugly cock you ever saw.  A real monster,
ten inches long, battered and veiny, and tanned a leather-brown.  Only the
great plum of its head is bright purple and raging-hard.  It looks as if
the boy is resigned to adult men fucking him as he does not struggle when
the soldier tips him over on his belly across the kitbag that has been
rolling about the wagon.  Brutally he tears the boy's shorts down to his
knees, spits on his hands, transfers the spit to that slender, white arse,
and rams his cock head up it.  The boy does not flinch or protest, and is
buggered hard for about ten minutes, with the camera taking up all sorts of
angles to maximise the enjoyment (and its impact on Yuri I hoped).  The guy
reaches under the boy and we see in close-up the boy is hard.  He has
learned to enjoy this treatment.

   'You see, Yuri.  He likes it!  Just as you will when I bugger your
sweet, white arse.' Nothing from Yuri, of course.

   I decided to teach Yuri a few useful english words.  I placed his hand
on my cock.  'Cock, Yuri.  Cock.' I held his cock in my fist and ran my
hand up the slim shaft.  'Cock.'

   'Cock,' he repeated, and giggled.

   'Arse.  Arse.' I reached under him and rested a probing finger half an
inch in his anus.

   He reached under me and I felt his finger touching mine.  My cock
twitched!  'Arse.' Another coy smile.  'Arse.'

   I made a hole with my thumb and forefinger and poked it with my other
hand inex finger.  'Fuck, Yuri.  Fuck.'

   'More solemn now he repeated the word.

   'Cock fuck arse, Yuri.  Cock fuck arse.'

   He blushed but repeated his first english sentence for me.  'Cock fuck
arse.' I kissed him lightly.

   The guy comes in the boy's arse and there is no "money shot" of hot
spunk spurting over tender young buttocks....  the film almost qualifies as
realism!  The guy turns the boy over: the lad has unbuttoned and been
wanking off while the soldier is shagging him.  Now it is the soldiers
mouth on the boy's cock, and a sort of "money shot" as the boy's second
spurt goes over a weather-beaten face, tongue licking at the cum as it
drips down over his chin.  I kill the film there, despite a little protest
(Russian) from my young guest.  If we had watched the rest we would see the
boy go to sleep, be robbed by the soldier who jumps train, and be forced to
prostitute himself in the city for money to eat and for a bed, first to a
wealthy merchant, and then to a priest in black robes, and finally to a
weathy middle-aged woman who turns out to be a transvestite.  But my
intention of showing Yuri what being buggered can be like was fulfilled,
and I seriously needed to fuck him now.

   I lifted him up and carried him naked to my bed, stopping at the
threshold to kiss his lips before entering and laying him on his back on
the bed.  He lay there and raised his arms as if he wanted to embrace me,
but I could see the trepidation in his blue eyes and it was clear he knew
what I wanted.  The film had told him.  I turned him over on his belly and
shoved a pillow under him.  He wriggled.  'Nyet!  Nyet!' I knew enough of
Russian to know what that meant!  And also what my response would be, 'Da!
My pretty little boy, fucking da!'

   My cock looked nearly as gross as the soldier's had on the dvd, red and
angry against his smooth white bottom.  I parted his arse cheeks and his
pretty little arsehole was tight closed.  In fact, under my palms I could
feel his muscles tensed to deny me entrance.  Baby oil!  I spilled enough
in his arse-crease to drip down over his balls and onto the bedsheet, and
used some of the surplus to make my own cock shiny and slippery.  It felt
good as I slid my hand up and down it a few times before working some of
the oil well into his anus.  He was still protesting in his Slav tongue and
I was still ignoring him.  My cock wanted arse, and here was a lovely
bottom for its pleasure!

   I placed my cock and bore down on it.  His muscles resisted briefly, and
then suddenly my knob was inside.  He flinched, shouted something in
Russian, and tried to wriggle from under me, but I was holding his
shoulders down, and as my cock slid up into him the weight of my body held
his belly tight to the pillow under him.  I gave him a few long, slow
strokes with my cock, retreating till only my knob was inside him, and then
forcing in till my belly rested on his bottom.  Gradually the struggles
beneath me, the wriggling and writhing stopped and I could use my hands to
enjoy his white, flawless skin instead of restraining him.  He was weeping
quietly now, his sobbing muffled by the bedsheet where he had buried his
face.  I remembered the first time I had been buggered ...his age...  and
knew if I could last out long enough before I came the pain would pass, and
be replaced by a sensation not quite of pleasure, but not far off it.  I
decided to control myself, although that was difficult enough given the
tightness of his arse that gripped my cock so delightfully, and his
flawless white back, slender and so sexy beneath my caressing hands.  I had
to pause several times to allow my threatening orgasm to die down so I
could start again at him.

   The sobbing died away and he was still and silent beneath me as I
ploughed him.  After a bit I could feel his buttocks moving under me, not
wriggling to escape now, but rising up a bit to meet each down-thrust of my
hips.  He was enjoying it at last!  I reached under him, worming my hand
between his belly and the pillow and found his cock was hard again, a
lovely little handful.  I scratched lightly down the length of his back
with my finger nail, and heard a moan, of pleasure this time.  In that
moment I really loved the boy, I think, and I rested on one elbow to plant
a kiss at the top of his lovely back, just where the fine hair of his neck
started.  another moan of pleasure.  I decided I would like to see his face
as I fucked him.

   There were tiny protests in Russian as I removed my cock, and looked
down at his arse.  The formerly tight little anus, so pretty before, was
now gaping wide, red and inviting.  I turned him over and planted a kiss on
his now-willing lips.  As we embraced I felt his hand worm between us and
grasp my cock.  I licked one pink nipple, hard as the head of a nail, and
then the other, before I bent his legs up.  His cock was at least half-hard
and not a bad size for his age.  I was thought of sucking him again, but
that arse-hole was just too tempting.  His anus was still open and
welcoming and he smiled as I placed my knob and shoved, sliding in easily
this time.  I really prefer fucking from behind and getting the full
delight of hard little butts under my palms, but there is something to be
said too for being able to see the boy's face as you fuck him, either pain
or pleasure.  In Yuri's case it was now pleasure, and I took satisfaction
in the knowledge that after this first night in a man's bed he would seek
cock all his life, and be a blonde delight for countless lovers.

   With this happy thought I increased the speed and power of my fucking,
feeling his tiny hands clawing at my back as I shafted him.  I came, a
good, big cum deep in his tight hole: he did not.  He was still hard.  I
pulled out and saw my cock dribble onto the sheets.

   'And now, young Yuri, we're going to make a man of you.' He did not
understand, of course, but just smiled.  The realisation grew as I oiled
his cock, lingering over this pleasant task and letting my fist slide up
and down it several times.

   'Cock fuck arse?' he said.

   'Too damn right, Yuri,' I replied as I knelt on the bed.

   He certainly knew what I wanted, but was not tall enough so I had to
grab a couple of pillows for him to kneel on; then he was ok and I felt his
knob pressing on the hard piece between my anus and my balls.  I reached
under and grasped it, putting it exactly on my arsehole.  I gave my usual
little squeak as he penetrated: he was big for a teenager and not much
smaller than Jolyon my regular lover.  He will also have heard my deep sigh
of satisfaction as the cock slipped easily right up me until I felt his
thighs against my arse.

   This was the first time I had been fucked by a young boy since I was a
teen myself, and I had forgotten how abandoned and vigourous a youngster
could be when he had an arse beneath him.  That cock sped in and out, and
his thighs crashed against my arse.  I even felt his hands, fingers
clutching tight at my hips, almost painfully.  He was talking to himself,
or perhaps me, in Russian, and from the tone of his voice I'm sure it would
have been obscene endearments.  I had also forgotten how quickly boys come!
It seemed only moments when with a crescendo of fucking movements he pumped
his thin spunk into me, and collapsed exhausted over my back.  I lay on my
belly, his slight weight on top of me for a few minutes, feeling him
sometimes kiss or lick the back of my neck, and then I rolled over on my
side and was asleep, his cock still inside me.

   It was not quite daylight when I woke up.  The red display on my clock
said four-sixteen.  We had both rolled over during our sleep and now he was
laying with his bottom fitted snugly against my crotch.  I am not certain
whether I had woken with a morning hard-on or whether it was the feel of
that smooth, firm little arse against me that made my cock instantly erect.
Whatever, it certainly was erect, and almost without thinking I positioned
myself so my knob was exactly right.  I could see him in the half-light,
fast asleep and breathing deeply.  I ran my hand down his arm, and sure
enough his hand was on his cock, as it should be for any normal, sex-driven
teenage boy!  Amazingly, my knob slipped into him with scarcely any effort
from myself: I assume his anus was still lubricted by the oil and my cum of
the night before, and still relaxed from a vigourous shagging.  I rested,
gripped delightfully tight just below my knob, and I expected him to wake,
but he was still breathing regularly and deeply.  I pushed just a bit and
slid into him my full length.  As my thighs touched those pretty buttocks
he sighed and muttered a few words in his slavonic language, but still fast
asleep.  I felt him leaning back into me harder than before as if, in his
sleep, he was enjoying a dream of being fucked in the arse.  What followed
was the slowest, gentlest and most tenderly-loving fuck I had ever given an
arsehole.  I slid in and out, scarcely moving even the bed-clothes, and
feeling his bottom completely relaxed.  I stroked his silky skin and kissed
the back of his neck, tousling his blonde hair the while.  He murmured
occasionally, and when I felt over his hip and down into his crotch I found
he was still clutching a lovely, hard little cock.  I must have fucked him
in this relaxed and leisurely way for about ten minutes, when I felt myself
coming, a big, deep, full orgasm, but slow and gentle none-the-less.  I
drained my balls into his arse, holding myself motionless, deep inside him,
for each of at least four spurts.

   Then I slept again.

   It was ten when I woke again and the sun was streaming through the gap
in the drawn curtains.  I sat up on the bed and looked at him laying there
so peacefully and happily.  The bedsheet was draped over his waist so his
cock was hidden, and he had one arm stretched out on top of the sheets. 
The other, as he lay on his back, was underneath the sheet and obviously
holding his cock.  I sat and studied his hairless chest and pink nipples,
the shoulders with just a hint of adult muscles to come, and a sweet,
cherub face, blonde hair and red lips, breathing deeply in his sleep.  He
had enjoyed an exciting and demanding evening and night!  I drew the sheet
down from his hips and had him naked.  I was right about his hand, holding
loosely that pretty white cock with its pink helmet.  He had leaked in the
night ...  or it might have been me I suppose if he had produced any cum
when he fucked me...  and there were golden stains on the sheets.

   I visited the bathroom, and then the kitchen.  Coffee for me, cocoa for
him.  I put the tray on the bedside table beside the baby oil we had both
used the evening before and sat on the bed without waking him.  He really
was perfection with his peaches and cream complexion and slender white
body. I leaned over and woke him with a light kiss on his forehead.  He
opened his eyes and I could see that for a moment he wondered where he was
and why he was not in his own bed.  Then I saw realisation flood back with
memories of the activities of the night before, and his face wreathed in
that cheeky, boyish grin as he raised his arms wide, inviting me to an
embrace.  I gave him what he wanted, and as he clasped himself to me,
pulling me down upon him, kissed him, and felt his hard cock against me,
and mine against him.  I murmured some nonsense about my little angel, my
lovely little boy, and then his tongue was in my mouth again searching
round my teeth and palate, and his hands on my back, kneading and squeezing
muscles.  He really was an active and eager little lover.

   He spotted the breakfast cups finally, and sat up to take a mouthful of
cocoa.  I sat beside him, propped against the pillow.  Then he giggled and
said something in Russian, giggling again.  I suspected it was obscene: in
fact I was sure it was, and especially when he leaned over and placed his
lips around my knob.  The heat from the cocoa was shocking, but then
incredibly sexy.  In all my life I had never been sucked by a mouth
recently heated by cocoa or tea!  I have since: it is a great feeling.  He
pulled me down the bed, helped by myself, and started a proper head job on
me.  I lay back in the lap of sheer luxury, and as the heat of the cocoa
faded away he took another mouthful and that incredible feeling returned.

   After a bit he paused and licked at my balls with a pointed tongue,
nibbling the skin and pulling at it with his lips and teeth.  Then that
tongue lipped up under my cock, and all the way up the sensitive front of
my shaft, round the head, and then the whole of my cock was in his mouth
again.  I caught his eye as he looked uo, and there was pleasure in his
face, but also a knowning look.  Now I was certain he had sucked cock
before.  Some older boy, an uncle or teacher, a priest perhaps back in his
native land, his father maybe.  Someone had educated him in giving pleasure
with his mouth.  And I was benefiting!

   I had his head between my palms, and it felt so small under the tousled
blonde hair.  Another mouthful, and again the scalding pleasure for my
cock. His cheeks were drawn inwards with the suction of his sucking, and I
was close to coming now.  I had intended to bugger him once more this
morning, but this blow job was something different and to be savoured.  He
was bobbing up and down on me, and I reached down to finger a nipple: this
was too much, the feel of that hard little nut between my fingers, and I
came.  He still bobbed up and down, and swallowed each spurt.  Before
letting me rest, his lips still round my knob, while I stroked his
shoulders and neck.

   After a bit he said something I could not understand, and made a run
towards the toilet.  His cock waved in the air, splendidly erect, as he
scampered to the door.

   I got up, considered a shower, but decided on a deep, hot bath, which I
had run by the time he had finished in the toilet.  I was laying on my back
in the water when he came into the steamy room, and I noticed his cock was
now limp.  I did hope he had not jerked off on the toilet, as boys so often
do.  Without any hesitation he was in the bath with me: perhaps this was
how he had learned to suck cock, sharing a bath with some other male?  We
lay for a bit soaking, and then I had him kneel so I could soap him down. I
enjoyed the feel of his silky skin on chest and back under my hands as they
slipped over him, but as you will imagine most of my attention was on his
buttocks, in the crease between those rounded, almost girlish cheeks: and
his balls and cock, standing again for me, so he had not wanked off in
there!  He was clearly enjoying the attention, but after a bit took the
soap from me and, as I knelt facing him, soaped my body, and especially
round my balls and cock.  I was not yet hard again, I fear.  The sex in the
night had drained me for the time being, even with such a lovely boy to
excite me!

   He had me turn round so he could soap my back, and I felt his hands
caressing my buttocks, and then fingers into the crease.  I gave a little
start as I felt a soapy finger enter my anus.  He whispered three of the
words I had taught him.  'Cock fuck arse'.  He wanted some more!  I had
thought I would dry him off and then suck him again, but if he wanted to
fuck me that was ok as well.  So I stuck my arse out a bit and grabbed hold
of the taps for support.  This time he placed the knob right first time,
and with a strong push entered me: I felt his cock slide easily in till his
thighs rested against my buttocks.  I'm afraid the water sloshed over the
edge of the bath onto the floor with his energetic thrusts making waves,
but was unwilling to stop him.  I could clear up later.  This was too good,
too exciting to be shagged by a seemingly innocent teenage boy, too truly
memorable to be interrupted.

   He was quick, of course, and in no time at all was coming.  I wondered
if there was spunk there, or whether it was a dry one.  Didn't matter
really!

   We breakfasted, naked, on bacon and eggs and orange juice.

   It was about eleven and the sun was already warm in a clear blue sky.  I
decided to complete Yuri's education with a brief visit to The Park.

   Usually, if I was cruising for sex, I would walk up to the handsome
cast-iron Victorian bandstand, and lean on the railings for a few minutes,
surveying the scene.  Then a leisurely walk into the bushes, with one or
two guys following.  Today we approached from the back instead, crossing
the wide grass lawns where in a couple of hours the lads would be playing
football (yes!  I liked watching them, too.), and entering the maze of
little paths that had been made over the years by gay cruising.  I held his
hand as we penetrated the gloom, indicating that we had to move quietly.

   I heard some slight noises up a path to the right.  I held a finger to
my lips and grasped his hand tighter.  We crept forward, and there they
were!  Two lads with their jeans round their ankles.  A slender,
white-skinned guy was being fucked in the arse by a very fit and muscular
skinhead.  The guy bending over had wavy brown hair and was very pretty, I
thought.  We watched for a couple of seconds, and then there was a flurry
of panic as first one and then the other tried to pull his pants up.  Too
late for that!

   'Don't worry!  We don't mind.'

   So as we watched, the fucking re-started.  I looked down at Yuri who was
watching completely entranced.  Probably instinctively he was rubbing the
front of his crotch.  I thought the scene sexy, but the boy had completely
drained me, and my cock remained limp.  The willowy lad was wanking away
now, in rhythm I thought with the thrusts up his bum.  He came, and white
drops of spunk spattered into the fallen leaves and debris on the path. 
The skinhead grunted, and his more vigourous thrusts showed he was coming
too.  I led Yuri slowly backwards, round the bend in the path, and back to
the main path.

   He gripped my hand as was almost pulling me along now.  He wanted to see
some more!  And there was one further show that morning.  Again we heard a
few noises, slurping sounds, and noislessly ourself crept along the side
path.  The tableau was interesting.  Two guys had their triousers round
their ankles.  One had a big, fat cock, and the other a much smaller, cut
weapon.  Kneeling in front of them was a middle-aged guy , his trousers
down too, but with black stockings and black female panties, pulled aside
so he could jerk his cock while he sucked first one cock and then the
other. I saw Yuri mouth silently 'Suck.  Cock.' His hand gripped mine
tighter, and his free hand was on his own cock again.  The crossdresser was
mostly sucking the bigger cock and wanking the smaller one, sometimes
giving it a suck too.  Yuri had that look on his face again, eager and
excited.  The trio was too occupied to notice us, and we looked on as the
small cock squirted over the crossdresser's face before he managed to get
it in his mouth to swallow the subsequent spurts.  Then, as number one
zipped up his flies, number two came in the guy's mouth, and the guy came
onto the ground.  All this was wordless, of course.  Yuiri and I crept out
of sight.

   It was now nearly time to leave, and we saw no other sights.  later on a
fine afternoon the bushes would be filled with sex, but this was a bit
early.  As we walked back I glowed with the realisation that this lovely
boy was now a convinced gay, or at least bi, and would spread excitement
and pleasure wherever guys were lucky enough to meet him.  And all down to
me, and Her Majesty's Home Office!

   Mr and Mrs were already waiting in the carpark when we arrived a minute
or two before noon.  As Yuri saw his parents I felt his hand tighten on
mine, and he stopped.  He turned, and put his arms around me.  In the sight
of his parents he stood on tiptoe clutching me, and as I bent forward he
kissed me on my lips.  I whispered, 'Thankyou, Yuri.  You have been a good
boy, and we've had fun.  I think you will remember this with pleasure.' He
understood not a word of course, but must have known I was thanking him.

   I passed him over to his parents and told them their papers would be
complete and waiting for them at reception at noon Monday.  Suslov did not
thank me.  As they walked away, I saw Yuri look over his shoulder at me,
and wave.  A pigeon flew down and occupied the tarmac between us.

   Monday I stuck a blue map-pin into Belorus....

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

   Chapter 3 : Sri Lanka

   The months passed and the pink and blue pins blossomed on my map,
clustering in the political and economic hotspots that produced refugees
but also scattered fairly randomly across the whole world.  I had been
averaging a hit a week, some weeks two and some weeks producing no new
victim for me, and not surprisingly there were slightly more blue headed
pins than pink ones.  As I suspected, my bisexuality was just slightly more
gay than hetero, and this exercise proved it beyond doubt.  You would have
expected my relationship with my regular lovers, Jolyon and Daniel, to have
cooled off a bit with all this boy-and-girl-teen sex I was getting, but on
the contrary my sexual pleasures with these youngsters seemed to prime my
system so I wanted more and more sex and was meeting both of them even more
regularly.  I was also cruising for casual sex more than before I got the
'best job in the world', and had even paid the occasional (female) whore
when I had found an especially young and beautiful one.  A lot of the time
I did not need viagara to enjoy one of my new boys three or four times in
the hours I was granted with him.  Viagara would give me five or six fucks
and him (or her) a sore arsehole!

   I often, interviewing the lost and desperate people who were so ripe for
my exploitation...  yes I knew it for what it was!...  so often I blessed
my fortune at swapping the cow-barn and dung-yard for these tall-titted
little girls for fucking and these bubble-butted boys for buggering.  I
suspected some of my colleagues were selling residence permits for cash,
but considered my approach much more rewarding.  None of my victims or
their parents could complain later as a second's thought would make it
clear to them that such a complaint would inevitably re-open their case,
and probably lead to their expulsion!  Difficult to prove after the event,
as well!

   It will have been about six months into my new job an opportunity for a
bit of variety, extending my sexual experience, presented itself.

   It was a dismal winter's day, gray and overcast, but the scarlet and
gold of Mrs Tangpangpatra's sari brightened it up.  Her two children were
more soberly dressed in what looked like old-fashioned grammar-school type
uniforms.  The boy had blue blazer, grey shorts and a white shirt, with a
school tie.  The girl exactly the same, but a short grey skirt instead of
the shorts.  Both had brown shoes and white ankle socks.  I looked at her
file: the children were twins, thirteen years old.

   First things first, before I got too interested in the twins!

   'Mrs Tangpangpatra, the file says you are a Christian family. 
Catholic?'

   She looked worried.  Why was I asking?  Would it spoil her application?
Good!  I liked them worried!  'No, sir.  We are Baptists'.

   'It's of no significance, Mrs Tangpangpatra.  Just to complete my file.'
In fact I was quietly pleased.  Catholics have confession, and I could not
risk any of my little bed-fellows confessing to some busy-body priest and
landing me in deep trouble!  Bastard priests jealous of men who fuck! 
Baptists were safe, and I would enjoy these two pretty little things.  'The
basis of your application would seem to be mainly the events of,' I
consulted the file, 'December 17th last year?'

   'Yes sir.

   'I need to understand a bit more than the few words on your file.' In
fact, I felt like humiliating the woman.  She was still pretty, and there
is a pleasure in making a pretty woman feel humiliated, but above all it is
part of the softening up needede to prise their kids away from them.  I
know: I invented the art!  'How many soldiers were there?'

   She almost whispered.  'Four.'

   'Speak up please.  I can't hear.'

   'Four.'

   'Thank you.  That would be three and an officer?'

   'A sergeant.'

   'Describe the sergeant, please.'

   'He was a big-built man, very muscular and very strong.'

   'A handsome fellow, no doubt?'

   She just looked at me.  where was all this leading.  Did he think it was
not really a rape?  Did he think she had encouraged them because they were
strong and handsome?  I could see the fear and consternation in her eyes.
Good!

   'Did they tie you up?'

   'No sir.  Three of them held me down while the fourth....'

   'Raped you?  I see.  Descibe to me how they held you.'

   'One held my shoulders down, and the other two held me by my ankles.'

   'With your legs spread wide, I suppose, exposing you to the fourth?  Is
that right?'

   'Yes, sir.'

   'And they had stipped you naked?  That must be quite simple to achieve
with your loose sari.  More difficult if you were dressed as your children
are.'

   'They had made me naked sir.'

   'Completely naked?'

   'Yes sir.'

   'The sergeant had you first?'

   'Yes, sir.'

   'And then the other three in turn?'

   'Yes sir.'

   'This is like getting blood from a stone!  Did any of them rape you a
second time?'

   'Three of them, sir.'

   'The sergeant?'

   'And two others.'

   'Why did they not rape your children.  They are both very pretty.'

   'Fortunately they hid and were not found.'

   'I see.' That was good too.  Never know what they might have caught off
drunken soldiery.  Two pretty little virgin teens.  Yummy!

   The facts are very clear, Mrs Tangpangpatra.  Your grounds are the fear
you will be raped again if you return.  Those are the only grounds?'

   Yes, sir.'

   'Then my duty is also very clear: I must refuse you, and I'll tell you
why.  Our diplomats tell us that between the army and the rebel army an
estimated six thousand women and girls are raped annually.  I expect some
boys are too...  they really can be so very attractive.  You could not
really expect us to accept that number as refugees.  Also, we regard rape
as a criminal matter that should be sorted out by your local police.  It is
not a political matter or one of conscience.  You would hardly expect us to
accept refugees who are scared of robbery, for example, and there is in law
no great difference of principle.  No, I shall have to refuse you....it
would be very risky for my career to do otherwise, much as I would like to.
I would be taking a great personal risk, and you have given me no real
inducement....' I looked at her knowingly.

   'I am a poor woman, sir, and left all I have in Sri Lanka.'

   I got up and walked round behind them, placing a hand on each of the
children's necks, warm, strong and silky.  'But you have two lovely
children, and I like children, Mrs Tangpangpatra.'

   There was the usual stunned silence, protestation, and the equally
inevitable capitulation.  My only concession was that I would have them for
a day only.  The children listened to the discussion with almost vacant
expressions, as if shocked: as doubtless they were.

   'Bring them to this address nine o'clock Sunday morning.  Make sure they
are bathed and groomed, and impress on them the importance of complying in
all respects to my demands.  Also they are to answer any questions very
honestly: I shall certainly find out if they lie to me, and the
consequences would be severe.  You may collect them at six.'

   'Our papers.'

   'If the children fulfill our bargain your papers will be ready for
collection by noon Monday.'

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

   I was a-flutter Sunday morning, even more eager than usual.  This was a
first, a boy and a girl together!  Better still a brother and sister with
the possibility of delicious incest.  I showered, and shaved myself
particularly closely, and not only my face!  I wore my usual quick-release
clothing, track-suit and nothing else.  Bare feet.  To take my mind off the
excitement I watched a boring soccer match on TV for about an hour till the
doorbell rang on the dot of nine.

   They were standing hand-in-hand, charming but something you would never
see in an English brother and sister their age.  Their mother nodded to me,
turned round and was back in the lift, leaving without saying a word, but
she had certainly turned them out well.  They were mouth-watering in their
crisp school uniforms, her little skirt pleats ironed sharp, as too the
creases in his grey shorts.  His shirt was clearly brand new: I could see
the creases across his chest where it had just been removed from the
packaging.  Hers was white and gleaming, and gave just a hint of the
shapely breasts it decently covered.  The boy looked me boldly in the eye,
but the girl had her eyes shyly down-cast so all I could really see was her
lovely black, shoulder length hair, as shiny as satin.

   I ushered them in and shut the door behind them, my cock standing
already with the prospect of nine hours of sex with these two dusky angels.


   'Hang your school blazers up here, and leave your shoes by the door.'
Both had white cotton ankle socks under well-shined brown leather shoes. 
They were so incredibly bourgeois, middle-class respectable kids, who were
soon to be seduced and totally corrupted!  'You're Mary and Peter?  I'm
Myles.' We shook hands properly and formally, before I led them through and
sat them down on my sofa: they sat nervously perched on the very edge of
it, and bolt-upright.  I poured the usual three glasses, two half-tumblers
of Grand Marnier and a scotch for myself, joining them on the sofa so Mary
was between Peter and myself.  It was a tight fit, and I could feel her
thigh agaist mine, still decently covered though.  Soon change that!

   As they sipped their drinks...  as usual they liked the sickly sweet
orange flavour which masked the disastrously high alcohol content...  I
drained my glass, put it down and took up the two little blue pills.

   'One for you and one for me, Peter.  There isn't one for you, Mary. 
Sorry.' I did not explain what they were for.  I wanted to be hard for the
next few hours no matter how many times I came, and wanted his little cock
hard for me too.  I watched while he swallowed his, with a gulp of his
drink to help it down, and settled back into the deep upholstery.  I had an
arm around Mary's shoulder, and then placed my free hand over her breast,
feeling it rounded and firm, everything I had hoped, under my palm.  I
squeezed gently, and then let my hand rest there.

   'It feels good, Peter.  You should try.' He had seen my gesture, and his
eyes were fixed on my hand stroking the dazzling white of her shirt front.
He made no movement so I did it for him, removing my arm from round her
shoulder, and taking his wrist in my hand, placing his hand over her other
breast.  I noticed he was feeling her now, little brown hand squeezing and
stroking her just as my larger white paw was.

   Mary was tense, rigid with fear or embarrassment.

   'Does it feel nice, Peter?  '

   No reply.

   In a louder, commanding voice, 'I said does it feel good, you hand on
your sister's tits, Peter?'

   'Yes, sir.'

   'Myles.'

   'Yes, Myles.'

   'Then I'm sure it will be even better inside.  Undo two of the buttons,
Peter.I know you've wanted to do that, haven't you?'

   No reply.

   'You've always wanted to feel her naked body, haven't you?'

   'Yes, Myles.'

   'You see, I know you so well, Peter.'

   He fumbled at her shirt front, and then I was able to slide my hand
inside and feel her naked breast, round and warm and silky smooth.  I took
his hand and shoved it inside.  With two hands on her breasts I felt her
nipple harden under my palm.  The female of our species finds it almost as
difficult to hide her sexual pleasure as we males!  And, indeed, I could
see Peter's cock making a bulge in his shorts that had not been there a few
minutes before.

   'Have you ever seen your sister's tits, Peter?  Honest now!'

   He hesitated.  'Yes, Myles.'

   'When?  How?'

   'I've seen her getting ready for bed.  But just her breasts.  Not,' he
hesitated, 'Not the rest.'

   She shot him a look which was the first real emotion she had shown, a
mixture of indignation and curiosity I thought.

   'Not her arse and cunt, then?'

   'No Myles.'

   'Well, you've got the advantage of me then Peter.  Take her tie and
shirt off, and then we can both see.'

   I knew her breasts would be perfect from the first feel I had of them.
slightly lighter brown than her arms and shoulders, they were rounded,
about the size and shape of an old-fashioned champagne glass, and the skin
was flawless and silky.  Her little brown nipples were standing hard and
erect.  Even sitting down the breasts stood clear of her chest without any
crease under them.  Perfection as you only find in a girl between the ages
of twelve and fifteen.  At thirteen she had formed, rounded tits, but not
yet the weight that would make them sag even so slightly a couple of years
later.  Peter and I both had our hands back on them!

   Time now to work on Mary a bit.

   'Can you see the effect you've had on us boys, Mary?'

   'I don't know what you mean, sir.'

   'You have a lovely body, Mary, and you've made your brother hard, Mary.'
I took her hand and placed it on her brother's crotch.  'Feel that.  Hold
it for him Mary.'

   Her little brown hand closed on it revealing the shape of a hard cock
under the grey flannelling.

   'Me too.' I took her other hand and placed it on my own crotch. 
Un-asked, she held it tight.

   There was something desperate in the way she gripped our cocks, and I
wanted her relaxed and happy.  I leaned over and kissed her breast, then
licked it with a pointed tongue.  Now her nipple in my mouth as I slipped a
hand up under her short skirt.

   'Peter, kiss her other breast.  I know you want to.'

   His mouth joined mine on her tits, and unbidden I felt his hand slide up
her skirt next to mine.  Her thigh felt warm and so smooth, and especially
the inside where it always is the silkiest.  I ran my hand up her legs and
found she was wearing soft cotton knickers, and that there was no damp
patch there yet.

   'We both want to see you naked, Mary.  Peter, help your sister off with
her skirt and knickers.  Oh, and those socks too.'

   She had the loveliest body, with a completely flat belly, with nothing
yet of adult feminine roundness there.  Her cunt was still hairless, and
the cunt lips narrow and tight, not plump at all, a real little-girl cunt
still, despite those maturing breasts.

   'Mary, have you ever seen a hard cock?'

   'The soldiers...'

   'Ah, yes, of course.  Have you ever seen your brother's cock?'

   'I've watched him in the shower when he wasn't looking.  It wasn't hard
though.'

   Peter's turn to throw a surprised and indignant look at his sister.

   'Well, Mary, it is now, and let's have a look at him now.  Unzip him and
get it out for us.'

   She fumbled with the flies on his shorts, and as she leaned over I was
able to caress her naked arse that was briefly exposed.  Finally she had
him unzipped and was reaching in to free his cock from the white cotton
underpants.  It was a handsome cock, still slim but quite long for a
teenage boy, about five inches I should think, and the dark brown shaft was
crowned by a purple knob.  she was looking at it, and I noticed she had not
let go of it.

   'Might as well finish the job.  Undress him, Mary.  It's only fair!' As
she stripped her brother I quickly stripped off my track suit and we were
now all three totally naked, for the real fun to begin.  'I'll show you
something better than what we all do alone in bed at night.  watch this,
Peter.'

   The skin on the inside of her thighs was even softer, silkier than her
breasts as I ran my tongue up the inside towards her pretty little lips.  I
held her legs open, but there was no resistance and I opened my mouth
placing it entirely over her cunt, enclosing it totally in my lips.  Now I
felt her tense a bit, but wonder of wonders felt a hand on my shoulders,
tentative and light.  Hers?  No!  Peter's!  I pulled her cunt lips apart,
one hand each side, and exposed the scarlet-pink of her cunt, and the tiny
nub of her clit.  The contrast of golden-brown skin and the red of the cunt
is always a delight, and the more so when it is a hairless young girl.  I
closed my lips on her clit, nibbled and sucked.  She was not exactly dry,
but the juices were not flowing, and I could feel the tension in her as I
stroked her thighs.  That tiny hand was caressing my shoulders and neck
now, promising sexual pleasures to come with the boy.

   I licked around her crack with a figure of eight motion, always
returning to pull at her clit with my pursed lips.  Now I could taste her
juices beginning to flow, and feel the lovely slickness there as she warmed
to my sucking.  Her hand had joined her brother's, stroking my other
shoulder blade.  I licked harder, faster, up and down, sometimes sticking
my tongue into her hole and feeling the tightness there.  Later!  I
realised she was getting close, as her hips started moving in that
automatic fucking movement even virgin girls know instinctively.  Time now!

   I raised my head.  'Now!  Now, Peter!  You take over.'

   I had to pull him down off the settee and almost hold his head into her
crotch, but he started to suck.  Tentative at first, but then going at it
with all the enthusiasm of a thirteen year old boy with his first pussy.  I
sat beside her again, and returned to fondling and kissing her breasts. 
She watched wide-eyed as her brother licked and sucked with furious vigour.
I saw her reach and take his head in both hands, pressing it even tighter
to her cunt.  She was coming, with a series of grunts, moans and
little-girl squeaks.

   This startled her brother and he stopped.  Never mind!  Her hand relaced
his mouth, and she completed her orgasm with her own fingers, and I noticed
with interest that the index finger was up inside her cunt as she did so,
rubbing her clit, and finger-fucking herself.  Peter watched in amazement.

   Minutes later, while we all took in the new experience, the two children
probably feeling a bit shy and disturbed.  Then Peter broke the silence.

   'I thought I was hurting you!'

   'That was just me coming.  Was I noisy?'

   'A bit.'

   'Next time don't stop.  It was lovely.'

   'Let's suck him now, Mary.  Feel how hard his cock is.'

   A big cock is exciting of course, but I have never been a "size queen",
and quite apart from the pleasure of smooth, hairless boy-buttocks and
boy-nipples under your palms there is something lovely about the way a
boy-cock slips into your mouth and fits properly without straining jaw or
touching throat.

   I concentrated on learning the contours and feel of his body as I sucked
him.  I never take photographs or videos, much as I would like to....  too
risky.....  but like to fix the prettier of my boys and girls in my memory.
But I allowed Mary to have his cock at the moment he came, and she will
have received the little spurt of cum he produced.

   'That was great!  You know, Mary, we could do it to each other at the
same time.  That would be even better.  Laying beside each other.'

   'Or you on top of me, Peter.' She giggled.  'Now we know, we can have so
much fun.'

   I noticed that phrase again of course: I had really awoken these two
innocents to their sexual desires, and took pleasure in the thought of
Peter creeping into his sister's bed nightly for some sixty-nining!  But I
was desperately hard and needed relief.  Fucking would be no good as I was
so worked up I would probably cum the moment I was in her...  or him.

   'My turn now!  You two suck me and make me come.  It's only fair.'

   So there I was like some Pasha in his harem, sitting sprawled back on
the cushions while four tiny hands caressed me, and two pairs of lips
kissed, two tongues licked my shaft.  I looked down at their slender brown
backs and pretty little butts, and mostly the silky, shiny black hair that
fell over my thighs.  The girl it was who had possession of my cock, the
knob between her lips and her cheeks hollowed with suction.  I felt the tip
of the boy's tongue as he licked my balls, and then his hand cupping them
as if feeling their weight.  He stroked his sister's hair, and then took a
handful of the fine black hair and held my balls in it.  She had one hand
round the base of my shaft, but the other was feeling upwards over my
stomach and onto my chest.  Sensuous it was!

   The boy said something in their own language and because she immediately
relinquished my cock to her brother, I assume he asked her for a go at it.
He was able, or willing perhaps to take more of it, and the sensation
increased as nearly all my shaft was in his mouth, and he was bobbing up
and down on it.  I held his head in both hands, feeling him beneath the
tousled fine hair.  His sister was licking my balls now, and stroking the
inside of my thighs.  They were learning fast....

   I would have liked this to last for hours, but they were really turning
me on, and I could feel my orgasm rising, winding itself up somewhere
inside my arse, and finally rushing at my cock.  It was still in Pter's
mouth, and he got the first hot spurt.  It must have surprised him because
his mouth was off it as if my cum was scalding, but his sister saw her
chance and her lips were round it just in time for the second probably even
larger squirt.  If she was surprised it must have been pleasantly so,
because I felt her take more of my cock so it was resting against the roof
of her mouth for the third, and then she sucked bobbing up and down as it
twitched and oozed for the end of my orgasm.

   'You are good children.  What did you think of that, Mary?'

   'You had more than Peter.' She giggled.  'Much more.'

   'That's because I'm grown up.  Soon he will have even more than me.  Men
have most in them when they are about seventeen: that's when they are most
virile.'

   'I liked it, but I was not ready.' Peter was still licking his lips
where some cum had spilled, white over his brown skin.

   'Well!  You did well, both of you.  Now, have you had breakfast?'

   While I cooked some eggs and bacon I let them watch a dvd on the small
television in the kitchen.  They were glued to it, wide-eyed as a boy and a
girl, scarcely older than them, fucked in a suburban living-room.  Just
like them, but white.

   'Can we have some more of that orange drink, please, mister?'

   Of course they could: loosen them up a bit for what I had planned next.
There's no accounting for children, of course, but I enjoyed watching them
wolfing the breakfast and washing it down with Grand Marnier, joining the
cum they had both just eaten.

   'I reckon he's her brother.' Peter addressed this comment to his sister.

   'I'm sure they are.'

   'She's pretty, but her tits are not as nice as yours!' He reached an arm
tround her shoulder and played with one of his sister's breasts.  I leaned
over the table and stroked the other one, round and silky, the nipple a
hard little brown nut under my palm.  Mary quite glowed with pleasure at
the praise and flattery.

   'Look, Mary.  He's putting his cock into her.'

   'I can see!  Anyway, we saw the soldiers doing that to the village
girls.'

   'But she's enjoying it!  Look at her face!'

   On the film we were given a close-up of that pretty little hairless cock
slipping in and out of his sister's hairless cunt lips, stretching them
back every time it withdrew.  I thought to myself that they were plumper
than my girl's this morning, till I looked close at her.  She had opened
her legs, and I could see her lips nicely plumped up, her clit peeping out.
She was well aroused.  absent-minded, she reached between her legs and
rubbed that little glistening pearl with her index finger as she watched,
rivetted to the screen.

   'Let me do that....'

   I masturbated her, sliding my finger up and down, and penetrating her
vagina just half an inch or so at the end of each pass.  It did not take
her long, and, still watching the screen, she came.

   'Let's go to the bedroom and do some of that!'

   With my suggestion they were both on their feet, bright-eyed and eager.

   They did not wait for me.  I was scarcely through the bedroom door, and
there she was laying on her back, legs open for him,and even holding her
cunt lips apart with one tiny hand, just as she had seen the girl do in the
film.  And then he was on top of her, her arms across his back, their
mouths glued together.  If she was a virgin, as her mother had claimed,
there was clearly no obstruction as his cock was in her and he was humping
away like one of the soldiers I guess.  Nothing for me to do except lay
beside them and enjoy the site of two pretty teens fucking like there was
no tomorrow!  And, of course, my eager hands were seeking out little-girl
thighs, a lovely slender and smooth boy-bottom, his silky back and
shoulders, and soon, when their kiss had ended, I could get at her lovely
tits again.

   I gave them about five minutes to enjoy their first, and incestuous
fuck, and the I tapped him on his shoulder.  He paused a moment, though I
sensed he was close to coming, as was she.

   'Peter.  Don't cum.  You mustn't cum in her.  You know why.'

   'He looked at me enquiringly.'

   'You're very potent at your age, and you don't want Mary to be
pregnant.'

   In some shock he withdrew his prick.  Mary protested....

   'And I want some too.'

   I hauled him off: he was no weight.  And sunk down on top of her.  My
cock found its way in without using my hands: it was almost as if she was
sucking it in!  She was certainly pleased to feel full again, and was
moving beneath me as I fucked.  Her little-girl cunt was not exactly tight,
but I could feel the slick walls of her vagina gripping and reminded myself
again how much more exciting a teenage cunt was than her older sisterhood!
Still fucking hard from the hips down, I propped myself up on one elbow so
I could fondle her tits with my free hand.  I sensed she was close, and as
I rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger she was coming and I could
feel her cunt gripping and releasing my cock as she gave tiny little
squeaks of pleasure.  Too much for me, and I was coming too, a real big
cum, a spurt with each thrust as she climaxed.

   As I lay, quiet now, on top of her I could hear her brother, who slapped
my arse playfully.

   'Hey, mister, and you told me not to cum in her.  You just did.'

   'Ah!  But I've been snipped.'

   'Snipped?'

   'Had the op.  Can't make babies.  Sterile.'

   'Oh yes.  Vasectomy.  Lots of men have that in my country.'

   I rolled off her.  She was silent, but smiling, and she curled up like a
contented cat.

   'I'll show you what you can do though!' He was still lovely and hard,
and I could not resist a little kiss on the end of his cock as he knelt
there.  'Kneel down, Mary.  Bury your head in the pillow and kneel down for
him.'

   Her arse was lovely, not womanly yet, but more rounded than her
brother's and just as smooth and silky.  I parted the cheeks and her anus
was a darker brown, hairless and puckered like some oriental blossom.  I
took the tube from the bedside table and worked some lube into her crack
and the hole itself.  she squeaked as my impudent finger penetrated her.

   Peter was watching, enthralled, and I could see his cock twitching.

   'Stick it up there.  That's safe enough, and you can cum in there.'

   There must have been some discomfort even with a cock as slender as her
brother's, but she did not complain, or if she did the pillow muffled it. I
watched as he fucked her in the arse, from behind, slender thighs crashing
into that pretty little-girl arse.  My cock was rather limp, half-hard
perhaps, and I was content just to watch as he fondled her arse and the
small of her back.  It did not take him long, and he came, collapsing onto
her afterwards.

   I gave them a few moments to recover, but did not want shitty stuff all
over my sheets.  We would be using them again today!  So I tapped him on
the shoulder again.

   'What we all need now is a shower!'

   The only real improvement I had made to my apartment over the years was
to make the shower much, much bigger, sacrificing a lot of the bathroom to
it.  By now you will have realised why I needed a shower with enough space
for more than one body...  more than two often enough.  I also have a sort
of bench-cum-couch, like you see in some hospitals.  Makes sex in the
shower easier!

   I set the water just on the hot side of warm, and the children giggled
as the water streamed down them.  Mary raised her arms....no hair there yet
of course...  and her tits stretched delightfully, round and firm.  She
knew the effect her body had, had learned that if nothing else over the
past three hours and was deliberately tempting both of us.  I think it was
her brother she chiefly fancied, to be brutally honest.

   I had them soap me down, and enjoyed those soft hands over every inch of
my body, stroking my cock and balls, my arse, and the crease of my
arsehole. Now I soaped them, running my hands over Peter's body, his
thighs, belly, chest, back, and most of all his bottom, his tiny balls and
that cock, hard again!  Whether this was the viagra or just the virility of
a thirteen year old boy I don't know.  A bit of both I guess.  And Mary, of
course, with her lovely bottom and tits, and her cunt lips nicely plumped
up now with lovemaking.  I noticed Peter was soaping between her arse
cheeks very thoroughly, and was not at all surprised when he bent his
sister over the plastic-padded bench and buggered her again.  Like most men
given the choice between an cunt and an arsehole, he opted for the tighter,
more forbidden entrance!  I encouraged him by stroking his arse and
tickling his balls as he went at his sister.

   The look she gave him over her shoulder was a picture!  a mixture of
resignation, disappointment, and submission.  Difficult to describe, but at
all events it was the exprsession I would expect to see on the face of a
woman rather than a child.  But she let him bugger her, and clearly this
would be part of her nightly ritual from now on.  Peter was taking longer
this time, of course, and practising slowing down, speeding up, and
stretching her anus with a rotating motion sometimes.  I was still findling
his arse, and my own cock was getting rigid what with his beautiful body,
his sister's lovely back, and the downright kinkiness of the incestuous
show.  I grabbed his shoulders and kneeling beside him kissed him hard on
his lips.  He did not break stride in his fucking, but his tongue enterred
my mouth, and I heard him slapping that brown, silky arse in front of him.
His lips bit on mine, and I knew he was coming.  I slapped his arse with
and open palm, and then was sure he was coming, pumping hard into his
sister, and squirting his cum where it could do her no harm.

   Masculine, he pulled out as soon as he had come and was rinsing his cock
under the still-streaming water.  That arse, opened and available, and
oh-so-sexy was too much for me, and I replaced her brother stooping behind
her.  I slid in easily, lubricated I guess by his thin, boyish cum, but she
still squealed once, I suppose because I was so much broader than the cock
I replaced.  I held her down with a hand firmly in the small of her back,
and started to fuck her arse, slowly at first, but gradually faster.  The
was almost silent, but I could just make out sobbing above the noise of the
water.  No going back now.  My cock was demanding relief, and I traced
pattern with my finger nails on the smooth skin of jher back as my thighs
crashed into her bum.

   I felt Peter's hands on my back, feeling me up just as I had him,
stroking my buttocks and reaching under to cradle my balls.  Then a real
surprise as I felt him hard against my anus.  Oh to be thirteen again and
ever-ready!  The randy little sod was tring to fuck my arse.  I crouched a
bit lower, and with the soap on his cock he managed to get it into me.

   Good.  There could hardly be any complaints when I buggered him, as I
certainly intended to before we finished today.

   So I shagged Mary in the arse, while her little brother had me
similarly. No Roman Emperor could have had more satisfying sex!  With this
gratifying tought I came, deep in her, and masculine too, withdrew my cock
as soon as satisfied.

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

   Later, dried but still naked, we sat where we had started and sipped
mugs of sweet chocolate.  They wanted some more Grand Marnier, but I vetoed
that: they were only thirteen after all!  I allowed the dvd to run on a bit
further, one I had chosen specially for this exceptional threesome.
And why?  Because the little blonde girl takes a black rubber strap-on

dildo and fucks her brother in the arse with it.  That's why.

   As the blonde girl penetrated her brother's cute little bum, Peter
spluttered into his cocoa mug, but his sister only giggled and leaned
forward to get a closer view.  I could see her legs open just a bit more,
and her cunt lips plump.  It was obvious she found the idea exciting.  And
probably it would seem just retribution for the fucking in the arse she had
just endured (I had no illusions that she might have enjoyed it.  No
chance!).  Her hand dropped down to her crotch, and completely innocent and
absent-minded she was beginning to finger herself, rubbing her clit, and
pulling at it between thumb and forefinger.

   Peter, like me, was looking at Mary as much as at the dvd, but the two
together had made him hard (again!), and I could feel life returning to my
battered and worn cock as well.  The more kinky, the more exciting!

   'I didn't like that.' Mary was speaking without allowing her glance to
waiver a moment from the tv screen.  'But he seems to like it.'

   'Boys do like it, Mary.  We have a gland up there that's sensitive, and
girls don't have that.  I love it, and the bigger the better.'

   Mary had the giggles now, and put down her empty cup.  She was still
playing with her cuntlips.  'I'd like to try that, but I'd never find one
of those things, would I?'

   'Just here, Mary.' I got up, and my cock was hard in anticipationj,
waving in front of me like some bizarre flagpole.  The strap-on was in the
side-board drawer.  I handed it to her and she rubbed it on her clit a
second.

   Peter interrupted her reverie.  'Let me, Mary.  I can see how it fixes.
Stand up!'

   'Ooh!  That's nice!' Mary flirted as her brother's hand brushed against
her clitoris, peeping clear now from well-swollen lips.  He gave it a
little kiss, a gentle peck on the glistening pearl, pink in it's brown
shell, and continued with the pleasant task of buckling thin black leather
straps round her thighs.  She walked a couple of steps and admired herself
in the mirror, moving so she could see her new cock in profile.  She
wiggled her hips and it shook like the real thing.  'I always wanted one,
and now I've got one.  And you, Peter, are going to have it up your bottom,
like you two had me!  I'm so glad you boys enjoy it more than us girls,
because I really feel like doing you hard!'

   Peter knelt obediently and was spreading his arse cheeks.  I wiped some
lube on the cock-shaped black rubber dildo.

   'Better put some in his arsehole too, Mary.  No soap here to ease it in
like you had.'

   I could see she was enjoying that, too, her finger lingering over,
indeed inside his anus.

   'Hey!  You're gripping my finger, Peter.'

   'Just get on with it.  Please!'

   'See, mister, he really wants it.  You were right!'

   'Let's wait and see what he says when you put it up him.  Now!'

   I held his shoulders down while she took the dildo in her right hand,
searched about for the place, and shoved it in.  As I expected there was a
scream, and great wriggling.  But I held him in place while she forced the
strap-on home.

   'Look!  No hands!' She giggled, withdrew and shoved it in again.  He was
protesting.

   'No, please, Mary, it hurts...'

   'And it didn't hurt me when you two fucked me there?  And he's bigger
than this rubber thing.'

   'It's a strap-on dildo, Mary.'

   'Bigger than this strap-on dildo then.  And just be quiet.  It presses
just right on me when I push it in.  Like this!'

   She was fucking him now, and he was quieter, so I could take the weight
off my hands, and enjoy caressing various boy-flesh and little-girl flesh.
You will guess my hands were mostly on her lovely little breasts, and his
pretty little butt!  She leaned towards me and put an arm round my neck,
pulling me into her.  And then her lips were on mine.  Still she fucked her
brother, harder and faster now her tongue was in my mouth.  I felt her
nipples hard under my palms, and then she was making those little panting,
squeaking noises, muffled by our kiss.  I knew she was coming, the pressure
of the strap on against her clitoris working its usual magic.

   Selfish, she stopped fucking almost immediately she had come.

   'Oh no!  Please, Mary, don't stop.  It was so good, and I nearly came.'

   There was a desperation in the boy's voice, and his arsehole was wide
opened now.  Irresistable!  I knelt where his sister had been, aimed my
cock, placed it, pushed, and was in him as easy as a rat up a drain, as
they say.  A sigh of satisfaction from the kneeling boy, and his buttocks
leaning back into me to maximise the penetration.  I probably started
slower than his sister had been fucking, but feeling beneath him found a
hard little cock that told me he was enjoying this.  I was grasping his
hips as I shagged him, and leaned forward to kiss his smooth, slender,
shapely back.

   At that moment I felt hands spreading my arse cheeks and heard Mary
giggle.  The reason was clear a second later when I felt the point of her
dildo press against my anus, and I too gave a little squeak as she drove it
home, penetrating me till her smooth thighs rested on my buttocks.

   So, now we fucked, me fucking the boy, and the girl fucking me, getting
into a fine rhythm, which was probably governed by Mary's energetic
belabouring of my arse.  I was in some sort of heaven, and especially when
she leaned over me, reaching under me to grasp my nipples, and I felt her
hard little tits pressing into my back.  We were fucking harder and faster,
and my hand holding the boy's cock was suddenly slippery with his cum. 
That was too much for me, and I was coming myself.  Mary knew what was
happening and shrieked with joy.

   We all collapsed in a heap of entangled arms and legs, and embedded cock
and dildo.

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

   That afternoon I took them to the zoo, models of respectability, me in
my best suit, they in their good-little-school-children pressed and smart
school uniforms.  They gave us away a bit in the monkey enclosure though,
giggling when two monkeys openly and brazenly sucked each other's cocks! 
While other groups of parents and children averted their eyes and walked
quickly on, my two young lechers stood and watched.  I saw her mouth to
him, silently, "You wait!" and his mouthed reply, "Tonight".  My cock
twitched at the thought of the fucking and sucking these two children would
enjoy through their teenage years.  Lucky kids!

   In the public toilets, I showed Peter how to get condoms from the
vending machine, and told him he could try them out when we got back.

   And try it out they certainly did.  I lounged back in my armchair and
watched the two little angels get it together on my sofa.  Mary was
delighted that Peter would be able to fuck her in her cunt, at least when
he had some rubbers, and to learn how easy it was to get supplies of them.
One kiss, and then frantic haste as they stripped off their clothes, school
uniforms thrown to all quarters of the room.  Foreplay limited to another
embrace, and some groping of tits and buttocks, and then down to the real
business.  It amused me to watch the two children work out for themselves
how to get the condom over that pretty little cock, and they managed it
finally, with lots of giggles.  I would only have intervened if it looked
as if they might get it badly wrong, and they did not, in fact.

   Peter stood up and waved his latex-enclosed cock at me for a second,
laughing, but his sister was sprawled across the sofa, legs open, cuntlips
plumped, clit glistening, begging to be fucked.  I slipped off my shirt and
trousers, and my own cock, hardened by the entrancing and happy show,
slipped out the front of my boxer shorts, inviting me to stroke it as I
watched Peter enter his sister's cunt.  So there we were, middle-aged guy
lolling in an armchair slowly jerking his cock, and two teenagers, the girl
with her legs over the boy's shoulders, and his slim but rounded arse
ploughing into her.  Moments later those girlish squeaks, boyish grunts,
and two coming together.  The family that lays together stays together!  I
did not come, though I was close.

   More laughter from Mary when he pulls his cock out, and the condom hangs
on the end of his cock, half an inch of boyish cum in the end of it. 
Carelessly he slides it off, and drops it on the carpet, but I was not so
concerned when the two of them came over and knelt in front of my chair,
hands on my thighs, and then mouths vying for possession of my cock.  I
stroked his hairless chest, and her girly-tits while they sucked on me.  I
had nearly come watching them fuck, so it was not long before I came.  Mary
got most of the come, though Peter insisted on sucking it for the last
oozing dribbles.

   That was that!  They were overjoyed at learning the use of a condom, and
I gave Mary the strap-on to take away.  They wanted to visit me again, but
I thanked them and refused, as it would be just too risky for me.  And I
pointed out they would find neighbours, teachers, ministers of their
church, and so on, who whould be only to happy to fuck and suck them.  And,
of course they had each other.....

   FIN