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 The Cabbie's Girls : by (c) Hamilton Joyce

   There are not so many of them but when you meet one the effect is
immediate.  They can be white, Asian, Afro and any age from fifteen down to
eleven, Vladimir Nabokov in his wonderful novel coined the term "nymphet"
for his Lolitas: pubescent teenage girls, prematurely sexual, flirty and
devastatingly provocative.  This one was thirteen and a blue-eyed blonde.
The moment I saw her I knew I was lost!

   She crossed my path in June last year.  Poor old Rajan had his heart
attack and the rest of us in the taxi company had to share out his contract
work.  My part was an afternoon schoolrun from St Margaret's Convent out to
the villages.

   There were two girls, one a pretty little brunette, and the other this
incredible little blonde piece.  I adjusted the mirror in my cab so I could
see them on the back seat.  Like all girls they chattered ceaselessly,
mostly about music groups and boys, though any interesting stuff about
boyfriends was lost to me as they whispered whenever it got down to "You
won't believe what Howard did last night..." I guessed they were both to
some degree sexually active, though the details of it were hidden in those
whispers!

   I dropped the smaller, dark-haired girl off at a row of terraced houses
in what had once been a small quarrying village.  The girls kissed each
other goodbye, which seemed a bit odd to me.

   'You'll have to tell me the way from here.  If you don't know it I'll
get the map out.'

   'No.  It's easy really.'

   'Come and sit in the front seat and direct me.'

   'I'm Fern.  Fern Landau-Willoughby.  What's your name?' Her accent was
impeccable, real class there.  Her friend had the local, country lilt to
it.

   'Max.  Max Lacey.'

   She stretched her legs out, bare, tanned, long and slender.  I could
feel my cock getting hard, and wished I could push it sideways to disguise
the bulge!

   'That's a nice name, Max.  And I like lacy too, little lacy things.  Do
you?' She giggled, and exuded that sexuality I mentioned before.  I was
silent, lost for words.  'Do you think I'm sexy, Max?'

   'How old are you, Fern?'

   'Thirteen.'

   'Then you are old enough to know better.  I'm a married man.'

   'That's nice.'

   'I should smack your bottom as a naughty little girl.'

   'Ooh!  Perhaps I'd like that, Max.' That throaty little giggle again,
but no more overt flirting.  'Take the next lane left...'

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

   The next day I must admit spending more time looking in the mirror than
watching the road, thankfully quiet in the depths of the country.  The
brunette had her arm round the blonde's shoulder for much of the trip, and
I could not help noticing her hand slipping down to cup a pretty little
breast while they whispered together.  It may have been my imagination but
I thought I could make out a tiny erect nipple pushing the cotton fabric of
the white school shirt.  When we dropped Tracey Huggins off, Fern came to
sit in the front seat beside me, uninvited.  As yesterday, she stretched
her long, lovely legs in front of her, and I could see fine hairs on her
calves, golden and scarcely visible above her white cotton socks.

   She picked up my cigarettes from the dash-board and shook the packet. 
'Can I have a ciggy, Max.  I'm desperate for a ciggy and it's no good
taking them to school.  Those Nuns just confiscate them.'

   'Sorry, Fern.  Not in the cab.  It's not just me.  it's the company. 
They give you a hard time at school?'

   'Bitches.' She giggled that sexy, throaty giggle.  'Lez bitches!  They
don't half fancy me, some of them, but I wouldn't touch them with rubber
gloves on.  Poisonous bitches!'

   We drove on in silence a few miles.

   'We could park up there, in the woods.  There's a lane off left about a
mile from here.  Have a ciggy outside.'

   'Better get you home, Fern.'

   She pouted and sulked the last few miles to her farm.  This was an old
Manor House, much grander than an ordinary farm.  The ancient timbers and
stonework round the windows, as well as the manicured lawns just screamed
Money.  And lots of it.  I nearly ran over a peacock!

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

   My night was disturbed with images of her sulking, sexy face.  How could
I have been such a wimp as to turn down such a sexy little piece?  I had a
hard on all night, and my wife got the benefit of it in the morning: she
must have wondered why I had suddenly become so energetic in our usual
rather dull and laboured fucking.  Of course, in my imagination my cock was
up a teenage blue-eyed blonde, not a slack cunted, overweight matron!  Why
do we marry?  Why, oh why?

   Tracy and Fern made the most of their half hour together in the back
seat, and I could hear them kissing and whispering.  Stealing an occasional
glance in the mirror I could see Tracey had her hand up my blonde's shirt
(yes, I regarded Fern as 'my girl'now), feeling those lovely young tits,
and the other hand busy underneath her skirt.  They were certainly more
than schoolfriends!  Despite emptying my balls first thing, I was hard
again!

   We dropped Tracey off, and Fern was beside me, stretching her legs out
in the extra space.

   'You were watching us, Mr Lacey.  I'm sure you were.'

   'Why call me Mr Lacey?  Everyone calls me Max.'

   'I told you.  I like lacy things, and I bet you do too.  Want a peek?'
She raised her skirt up her thighs, nearly, but not quite far enough.  'A
ciggy.  And then a peek.'

   'OK.  You win.  Tell me where to turn off.'

   The track was pot-holed and boggy in places.  'Howard's got his Mum's
4-wheel drive.'

   'Need it for this.  How much further?'

   'Five minutes.  And no-one ever comes this way.  Except foresters'
trucks, not many of them and you can hear them miles away.'

   Now, if that was not a clear invit, I don't know what is!

   'You were watching weren't you?'

   Reply I made none!

   'I can see you were, and that's a real bulge you got there.' She giggled
her sexy giggle.  'Tracey's a real dyke.  She loves it.  I'm not really.  I
like boys.  And men Of course.  But Tracey's fun too.' She was looking me
in the face, but I had to keep my eyes on the potholes.  We came out into a
grassy glade amid all the darkness and murk.  The sun was warm again.

   'We're here.  The ground is dry.' She was out of the car, and laying on
the grass.  I stood over her, cigarette packet and lighter in my hand. 
'Ciggy later, silly.  We both want the same.  Come here.'She stretched her
arms up, thirteen welcoming forty three!  I was a bit worried about my
weight, she seemed so young and tender, but I need not have worried as her
arms linked around my back and pulled me tight against her.  I thought of
those tits compressed between us, but only a moment as her lips found mine
in a passionate, almost painfully fierce kiss.  It occurred to me that her
little lesbian lover was more likely to have taught her that kiss than her
boyfriend with his mother's 4x4, and even more so when her tongue forced
its way past mine to lick round the inside of my teeth, and to itself
wrestle with my tongue seeking her mouth out.  I felt her hands down on my
arse, squeezing and feeling, and the inside the waistband of my trousers
and on the naked flesh of my back.  I took the invitation and felt up her
thigh with a free hand, though only the outside of it could be reached,
smooth and firm.

   She rolled me off sideways, and I could feel up her skirt properly now,
soft and silky thigh, and then the hard shiny surface of satin-covered
crotch.  Her kiss became the more passionate as I felt and rubbed the
satin: I could feel it slightly damp to my touch.  Lovely!  I managed to
get the tip of a finger underneath and there could feel her really wet. 
How lovely in a thirteen year old: sexy and aroused!

   The kiss broke off, and I felt her hand groping between us to hold my
own cock, hard under layers of clothing.  Her eyes were glinting and she
had that sexy, cheeky grin.  'Wanna look, Mr Lacey?'

   No need for an answer as she pulled her skirt up: white satin panties
with lace trim round the top and legs, my finger slipped into the front of
them.  I moved it so it was in position on her clitoris, pressing and
releasing, and rubbing it gently.  'Oooh!  You know what a girl likes.  My
boyfriend Howard licks me there though.'

   'Me, too, Fern!'

   I expect the scent of a teenager's pussy is much the same as any other
girl's!  But the knowledge that this willing little nymphet was encouraging
me to suck her clit, to lick her lips, to penetrate her with my tongue, and
was only thirteen made these first few moments the greatest sexual
experience of my life.  I buried my nose in her crotch, against the now-wet
satin, rubbing with my snout and snuffling up the sexy vapours.  I felt
rather than saw her hands pull at the sides of her panties, sliding them
down so that her cunt was naked for me.  A quick glance showed me
nearly-hairless plump, pink lips, with just the faintest golden fuzz.  The
fluff in the little golden triangle on her plump little mound was more
pronounced, but it was still little-girl.  Gloriously little girl!  And now
her hands were over my ears, blocking out the sounds of bird-song-- it had
been as if the very birds of the woods were celebrating our sexual
excitement.

   I was lost in the sensuality of these forbidden moments.  At the back of
my mind I knew there were years in prison for licking the clit, however
willing, of a thirteen year old girl, and half suspected the Judge could be
especially harsh when she was such a lovely little angel as my Fern.  Even
policemen and judges jealously lust after such 'innocent beauty'... 
innocent my arse!  I licked, sucked, rubbed with my chin, nose, pointed
tongue.  Nibbled with pursed lips, soaked my face in her juices.  Her hands
in my hair controlled my movements to maximixse her titillation.  I felt
she was close to coming, and penetrated her with my index finger.  I felt
her grip it, and knew she was coming even before the panting squeaks and
little, half-stifled cries of pleasure.

   We lay a moment, both astounded at what we had done.  Or at least I
was...  and as randy as hell!

   I felt her hands on my cock again, and there she was kneeling over me,
undoing my belt, popping the buttons on my flies, searching for the gap in
the front of my boxer-pants.  She found it and had my cock out, erect and
weeping precum in its excitement.

   'Cor!  You're real big Max.'

   I'm not actually that big!  But I suppose compared with Howard (who I
guessed was just old enough to drive, seventeen perhaps),I suppose I seemed
big.  Not too big anyway to fit nicely in her mouth as she slid the knob
between her lips.  Her boyfriend had taught her well, and there were no
teeth, just warm, wet pressure and sliding friction as she sucked me with
skill beyond what one would expect of a young girl.  Better than my wife,
at any rate, and as good as any man or boy who I had over the years!  It
did not take long, and I had a good though not earth-shattering come.  It
was all too quick, really!  But it was good, and the girl swallowed, which
was nice, and perhaps unexpected.

   We did have those cigarettes then, laying there, cock and cunt exposed
to the sun!

   I was left thinking that this was the first young girl I had ever
enjoyed: why had I been so timid when I was fifteen and there were so many
such girls?

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

   The next day was just as sunny: a real flaming June that year.  In the
car she sat slumped with her legs up on the dashboard now, shamelessly
showing the full length, and the vee of her crotch.  The seat belt was a
diagonal line across her chest, separating and emphasising her breasts. 
That night, in bed, I had realised I had not so much as touched her
breasts, not fondled or caressed those so-desirable adolescent breasts,
because I had been obsessed with her legs and cunt.  I promised myself I
would the next day (and then surprised my wife by fucking her hard and
without warning from behind).  Fern was chattering away as I drove the few
miles towards our secret forest glade.

   'I want to be like Paris Hilton when I'm old enough to leave home.  I'm
going to be rich and beautiful and have lovely clothes and things.'

   'How will you get them, Fern?'

   'Men will give me them.  I'm worth it.'

   'You certainly are, Fern.  You are lovely and you have a gift for loving
men.'

   'Women too!  Ask Tracey!'

   We were there now: I cut the engine.

   'Hey, Max.  I bought some condoms this morning.'

   'where did you get them, Fern?' I had visions of the thirteen year old
buying them in Tescos or worse still, Boots.

   'Bus station next to the Convent.  There's a vending machine in the
ladies.'

   'OK.  But I've been snipped so there's no danger of a bun in the
oven...'

   'Oh goodie!  I've been wondering what it feels like without the rubber.
Howard says its like swimming with gum-boots on, but I won't let him
without.'

   Today I laid a blanket out on the grass beside the car.  I intended to
have her (and myself) naked.  And she had made it clear that it was not
going to be oral sex only this time.  Wha-hooo!  'Let's get some sun on our
bodies.' I was pulling my shirt off over my head.

   'You just want to see me naked, Max.  But that's ok: I've been thinking
about seeing you as well.'

   She was everything I had hoped, slender, tanned (I don't know why I had
imagined her skin white...probably because she was an ash blonde.) Her hair
fell to tanned shoulders, and her tits were not quite those of a grown
woman, but nor were they the litle bumps of a pre-teen girl.  They were
round, firm, tanned as brown as the rest of her body, and with the sweetest
little brown-red nipples standing as if pulling her breasts upwards and
outwards.  She could see me looking at her and turned round so I could see
her bottom, rounded, firm, tanned, and as cute and cheeky as the rest of
her.

   'You've a really lovely body, Fern, beautiful.  Wonderfully beautiful.'

   'And you're pretty good yourself, Max.  I've never kissed a man with
lovely strong muscles and so much lovely body hair.  And this.' She reached
and held my cock for a moment as I stood over her, before she fell back
giggling, legs open.  Her cunt lips were little-girly tight closed, but was
it just my imagination, or were they plumping slightly with excitement.  I
decided they were, pink and from a distance of a few feet they looked
hairless, but her pubic mound had the loveliest little triangle of golden
curls, so kissable!

   She reached up again and held my cock tighter this time, pulling me down
onto the blanket with it till I lay beside her.  And then on top.  I was
worried for a moment that my weight would be too much for her fragile
frame, but I need not have been concerned as she wanted it as much as I
did. I blessed the unknown Howard, and probably Tracy too, for awakening
her sexuality.  As we kissed, she reached between us and grasped my cock
again, but this time it was to place it exactly in her crease.  Her
movement up, and my pressure down, and my knob was in her.  She gave a long
sigh as I pushed it home, into a warm, slippery and smooth young cunt.  I
had forgotten what a vigorous cunt could feel like after all these years of
my slack-alice wife!  She was tight, but that was because muscles gripped
my shaft as we fucked.  I could feel her tits firm against my chest, and
her legs round my body, ankles locked together behind my back, and her arms
around my neck, holding me tight as we kissed.

   Her lips left mine, and I felt her mouth on my neck, biting: her fingers
clawed at my back.  It went through my mind she was like a cat fucking, as
she clawed at me, panting and squealing with each of my thrusts.  I
wondered if I would be able to hold out until she had come as I could feel
my orgasm starting, arse, balls and cock.  But she was coming, and I could
feel her cunt gripping my cock even tighter than before.  I fucked her as
hard and as fast as I could and then the glorious release as I came with a
great gusher of cum deep inside her.  I could feel her spasms, gripping,
relaxing, gripping again as I thrust and came again and again.

   No comment from her, and I was speechless!  Finally, 'I could do with
that ciggy now...'

   We lay side-by-side both of us smoking, soaking up the sun.  She was so
tanned that there was no danger of burning, but I knew half an hour in this
heat would be about all I could take.  The warmth on my cock was
delightful, but I would not want a sunburn there!  I was fondling her tits
with my spare hand, and she was combing through my chest and belly hair
with her fingers.

   'You have a fantastic body, Fern'

   'I do a lot of gymnastics at school, and that's good for the muscle
tone.'

   'Lovely breasts.  You don't need a bra.'

   'Never wear one.  Mother says I should, but why bother?'

   'Not if they're as firm and shapely as yours, my angel.  And lovely
bottom too.'

   'That's horse riding.  Good for the bum.  And you've a great body too,
Max.  You've kept it hard and muscled.'

   'I go to the gym in Market Street most days, and a hundred press-ups
every morning.'

   'I should think you did two hundred pressups on me just now.' She
laughed, stubbing out her cigarette in the grass and kissed me, laying over
me.  'Hey!  You're hard again.'

   'Your tits done it, sweetie.'

   'That's better than Howard could do.  Takes him an hour before he's
ready for seconds.'

   'I expect he's more used to sex with beautiful thirteen year old blondes
than I am.  It's a wonder I didn't come as soon as I was in you I was so
excited...'

   'You really like it that I'm so young?'

   'Really!'

   'That's nice.  Fuck me from behind this time, doggy-style?'

   'Oh yes!'

   She knelt for me, and looked over her shoulder at me, all blue eyes,
cheeky gin, and flowing blonde hair.  Then she lowered her head, and the
hair fell forward.  I looked at her body, tanned and lithe.  Her hips were
still so slim, almost boyish.  For the first time in many years I
remembered Jean-Paul and that 'exchange-trip' to France so many years ago.
Had I really fucked that young French boy, or was it just the imaginations
of a randy thirteen-year-old schoolboy?  I shook my head and dismissed the
memory as a drop of my precum fell onto her bottom.  She wriggled her arse,
inviting me, 'Come on, Max!'

   I held her hips, and just had to kiss those firm, rounded arse-cheeks,
so I planted a kiss on each of them and then on the glistening lips between
them: they were open just a bit, and leaking some of my cum from a minute
or two before.  I knelt closer, and placed my knob inside her outer lips,
over the entrance to her vagina.  I reached forward and held her shoulders,
kissing her between her shoulder blades, at the nape of her neck where the
blonde hair was finest.  I felt her shiver as my lips touched her back. 
'Oh, come on, Max!'
Again she wriggled her hips: I obliged and with a single push forced my
cock up into her till my thighs met her buttocks, pulling her back onto me
with my hands on her shoulders.  Again I heard that long sigh of deep
satisfaction.  This was a girl who needed sex, desperate to feel her cunt
filled by a cock, and the larger the better.  I paused a moment to enjoy
the smooth tightness of her vagina, gripping me as only an athletic young
girl can and as another wriggle of her hips reminded me what she wanted I
started to fuck her, long, slow thrusts to begin with.  I was dimly aware
that she had reached up under herself with her right hand and was pulling
and tweaking her clit, which in this position was not being rubbed properly
by my cock, though I expect my balls hit it gently as they swung loose. 
She was not a great one for making noise while fucking, and a good thing
too in this public place, but I could hear the pants and squeals of a
mounting orgasm, and deliberately speeded up, using short stabbing thrusts,
my thighs smashing into her bum.  I felt her come, vagina gripping me
incredibly strongly, and as the spasms died away returned to my slow

thrusts again.

   I had come once, and was in complete control, feeling masculine and
powerful as I taught this schoolgirl what real sex could be like.  I knelt
upright and held her bottom cheeks in each hand as I fucked her and, much
more quickly this time felt her excitement rising again.  I slapped her
buttocks with each hand, and the noise rang through the wood.  A pigeon
flew, alarmed, with a great fluttering noise of wings.  The slaps must have
triggered her again, and she was coming, as I reverted to my staccato stabs
at her.Again the gripping, and again I was able to control myself, though
with some difficulty this time.  I have a technique for stopping myself
coming...silly really.  I count in sevens or elevens.  Forty nine, fifty
six, sixty three and so on, under my breath.  It works....try it next time
you have your cock up a devastatingly beautiful thirteen-year-old and need
to stop yourself coming too quick!

   So it was back to the slow thrusts again, building her up, though I
doubted I would be able to last out much longer.  Quickly this time I heard
the panting and squealing again, and this time I reached under her and held
her tits, rather roughly perhaps, and twisting her nipples between fingers
and thumbs.  That tipped her over.  And me too.  The feel of those lovely
breasts and the gripping of my cock were too much this time, and I came a
huge, balls-aching orgasm, draining me physically and emotionally as I
pumped my spunk into her, a gusher with each thrust.

   We fell over sideways.  Fucked!

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

   Friday afternoon was real foul weather, rain pissing down so hard I had
to concentrate on my driving.  I still managed to glance in the mirror
occasionally to see the girls kissing and cuddling on the back seat, Tracey
even undoing the buttons and kissing and fondling my little girl's breasts.
It was still pouring down as I watched Tracey scamper up the path to her
terraced house, and Fern slipped into the front of the cab with me as
usual. I was feeling really horny watching them play, and Fern had not
troubled to fasten the buttons again.  I was momentarily worried that
someone might see, but realised the rain was so heavy that was unlikely. 
Unlikely, too, the prospect of my afternoon sexual paradise!

   I engaged first and we drove off.

   'Can't risk going up the forest track in this, sweetie.  Probably get
bogged down.'

   'Just park up in the layby through Rentelsham, it's always empty, and
the road is quite fast for people passing.'

   'Not sure it's safe to fuck there, even though the windows are misting
up nicely.  Your tits have made me hard.  always do!'

   'Just park up.  I'll do something nice for you, Max.  I sometimes park
there with Howard.  It's ok.'

   The layby was clearly used by the Council to store road-building rubble,
heaps of broken concrete and tarmac, and I had to manoeuvre the cab
carefully between them.  But at least it meant we would not be interrupted
by any other car looking for somewhere to park.

   Even before I had completely stopped she was fiddling with my belt and
flies to get at my cock, which needless to say had been hard since that
first suggestion of hers a few minutes before.

   'Lift your bum, so I can pull them down.  Oh yes, that's nice!'

   I missed my fuck, of course, my afternoon tryst with that tight little
teenage pussy and its pretty fringe of blonde, but her adoring eyes looking
up into mine as she sank her lips over my knob made up for all the
disappointment.  I could not for the life of me understand why, but there
was genuine love in those blue eyes, and happiness in her face, very
flattering to a guy approaching middle age.  I was so glad I had kept my
body hard and fit, for this delightful reward.

   Her blonde hair spread over my thighs as her head bobbed up and down
over my cock, and I rached down to feel her tits through the cotton school
uniform shirt.  She stretched her legs out and I could see her left hand
slip under the leg of her white schoolgirl-issue knickers to find her
pussy. She pulled her shirt out of the waistband of her skirt and undid the
buttons.  'There, now you can feel them properly.  I love that.'

   'Don't stop!' She had removed my cock from her mouth for a moment to
speak.

   'Sorry!' Her lips again, and the warm wetness of her mouth around my
shaft.  Her fingers rubbing and tweaking at her clit as she sucked me.

   I felt her breasts with both hands and thought how good these tits were
when a girl was just on the edge of adolescence, small, firm and rounded.
Over the weeks since I had first seduced Fern (or more accurately I
suspect, been seduced by the naughty little girl) I had taken to looking at
girl's breasts, always looking for tight cotton tops over teenage tits, and
sometimes finding young girls, who like Fern, went without a bra so their
nipples showed through cheap, thin fabric.  I had taken to parking outside
the Convent School along with the mothers parked up to collect their
children at three thirty, waiting to collect my two young girls, but also
watching for nubile specimens as well!  So I fondled her tits with both
hands, gently squeezing and stroking, tweaking her hard, pink-brown
nipples, her long blonde hair teasing my arms as she gobbled at my prick.
Her masturbating became faster and more urgent, her fingers flying up and
down her crack, and I could see her panties soaked.  for a few moments her
head movements on me stopped, though she was still sucking, and I realised
she was coming.

   'Fuck!  I needed that.  Tracey is nice, but kissing her always leaves me
randy unless we can actually bring each other off.'

   'Dont stop, Fern.'

   'Sorry!'

   Now she had both hands free she was tickling my balls and stroking my
hairy thighs as she sucked me.  She must have tasted precum as she looked
up again into my eyes, her face at once flirtatious and adoring, and I
still fondled those exciting breasts.  Shit!  I was coming!  I gave her no
warning, but she sucked on, swallowing my come as I squirted into her
mouth. Finally, she licked her lips and laughed.

   'There.  Now you'll be all right till tomorrow.  Can't have you feeling
randy all evening and having to fuck that old bag of yours.  I saw her last
Saturday in Marks & Sparks, and I don't know how you could...'

   'I don't often, Fern.  More likely to jerk myself off.'

   'That's probably better I should think.  Remembering my tits and
wanking!' She giggled, and I engaged first and weaved our way through the
heaps of dumped rubble.  There were condoms and gloves lying about, showing
we were not the only ones to use this secluded place for sex!

   'Tracey and I are going into town tomorrow.  Mother drives us in and we
get a cab back.  Pity we can't drop in and see you.'

   'Oh, but you can.'

   'What about your old bag?'

   'She works Saturdays at Asda, on the checkouts.  I drop her off there at
eleven, and collect her again at eight.  So the house is mine all day.'

   'So we could come round at twelve, after our shopping, and you could
drive us back at five?'

   'Lovely!  But I thought Tracey was lesbian.  Won't she get in the way?'

   'She wants to try out real sex, she says, and I've told her she should
start with a real man, not a wimp schoolboy!'

   'Like me?'

   'Just like you, Max.'

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


   Saturday morning I woke up with a tremndous hard on, and had to hide it
from the wife as I showered and dressed, timing myself to do everything in
the twenty minutes when she was in "her" bathroom upstairs.  I was not
going to let her take the edge off my pleasure, and I sorted myself out a
viagra pill to take just before the girls arrived.  I could trust myself
for my "first wind", and if Tracey's body was as good naked as it looked
mostly dressed, for my "second wind" too, but I intended to have these
lovely little angels as many times as they could stand.  These
opportunities do not come every day to a middle-aged man!

   They were late, only ten minutes, but nonetheless agonising for all
that. I had decided to wear just the gear I use at the gym, a tight
sweat-shirt and fairly tight silky shorts.  Bare feet.  As they rang the
bell I swallowed the little blue pill, and helped them dump their shopping
by the door.  They were giggling and clearly excited.  If they were sexy in
their school uniforms, in their "morning out in town" gear they were
devastating!

   I'm going to describe them to you, and make you really jealous!  They
were dressed as sisters would, or perhaps good friends.  Or maybe lovers!
That is to say they were wearing similar clothes, though because of their
very different complexions and hair colour, the colours were different. 
Both had tight, skimpy white tops, and for both of them you could see they
were wearing no bra.  My Fern's nipples were outlined, but Tracy's were so
clear she might have been naked, and both girls had every right to be proud
of breasts that stood firm and proud, and in no need of any support.  Both
had bare belly-buttons, their skinny tops just about reaching the bottom of
their ribs, and both had a little jewel in their navels, Fern a silver and
green clover leaf, and Tracey a gold and ruby-red flower.  Their short
skirts were a bit more than micro-pelmet and a bit less than mini.  My Fern
wore a pleated white-red-green tartan, and Tracey a blue denim with square
pockets at the front, and brass buttons, butch and sexy-feminine at the
same time.  Both had white trainers and no socks, and both had long,
slender, tanned, young-girl legs, up and up and up to those provocative
skirts, and still slender, girlish hips.  Tracey's long blonde hair was
swinging free, shining over her shoulders, but Tracey's was in a pony-tail,
long, glossy and nearly black.

   I stood and looked at them in admiration, enjoying their smiles and
greetings, and Fern's sexy blue eyes, and Tracey's even sexier pools of
dark mystery.  She looked a bit like a Spanish gypsy, with all the
sexuality that latin colouring promised.  I was hard, and that must have
been obvious under my silk sports shorts!  I told them they looked
fantastic, that I loved them in their school uniforms, but now I had seen
them like this I just wanted to go straight to bed.  But would they like a
drink first?

   No!  They wanted to go to bed too.  'And we bought some pretty panties
as well.  We put them on in the loos at the bus station.  Just for you, you
sexy, hairy beast.' Fern reached up, hugged me and kissed me.  I thought
Tracey looked a bit embarassed, and hoped that would soon pass.I slipped my
hand up Tracy's skirt as we kissed, and could only find naked buttocks,
till I realised the back of her "new panties" was just a string covering
her anus, a genuine thong.

   'Let's go through to bed then.'

   'Is this where you sleep with your old bag?'

   'It is.'

   'I'll find that extra sexy.'

   'Me too.' That was Tracey, and I was glad she had found her tongue. 
'Fern says you're good at it!' The girls were giggling, and I had an
impression they had worked out what they were going nto do with me.  I
found myself standing sandwiched bewteen two pretty little things, no
taller than my chest, hugging me and pressing their bodies against me.

   'You go and sit in your chair and watch.  We thought it would be nice to
give you a bit of a show.  To start with at any rate....'

   So I sat there watching while they did a strip-tease for me.  Shoes were
kicked off and then skirts dropped to the floor.  They had matching thongs,
Tracey's scarlet, and Fern's green, matching their navel jewels I realised.
Thought had gone into this!  They hugged and kissed a bit, turning
sometimes so I could see one bottom divided by a boot-lace thong, and then
another.  I was hard but kept my hand away from my shorts as this was quite
exciting enough without chancing any wanking!  Now the tops, Tracey pulling
Fern's over her head and then vice versa.  Tracey's tits were every bit as
good as they had sometimes looked in the interior mirror in the cab, small,
firm, rounded and tanned, with small brown nipples.  I could not wait to
get my hands and lips on them.  But I did wait as the show went on.

   I watched a lot more hugging and kissing, and then as they pulled each
others' panties down.  Tracey had a little triangle of fine black pubic
hair, nothing more, and her chubby cunt-lips were pink and hairless still.

   She was the one who pulled Fern to the bed to lay down together.  As
they sucked each other off in a delicious sixty nine, I slipped my shorts
off, and my shirt too.  I stood by the bed watching close-up as tongues and
fingers whipped up their first orgasms of the afternoon.  Tacey was on top,
and her slender back and rounded bottom made my cock weep precum.  It was
difficult to keep my hands off it as I watched.

   'You're supposed to be sitting dowm watching!' Tracey had got up and was
fetching her handbag.'Never mind!  Just watch this!'

   And I did watch as she strapped on a black rubber dildo, straps around
her thighs as well as her waist making it stand in front of her like a
great cock....it was bigger than mine!  Fern was kneeling, waiting for it,
and wiggled her hips in the gesture I had come to know so well.  I'm
obsessed by young girls' breasts, and love the way they stay the same
lovely shape whatever position they find themselves in: no hanging-down
floppy tits here as the two girls knelt on the bed, just the same rounded,
firm, plumping boobies.  Fern wriggled again and her schoolfriend parted
those hairless lips, palms on Fern's bottom and thumbs in her crease, and I
had a second's view of crimson flesh contrasting with the pink of the lips,
and then the black knob was in her and the dildo disappearing into her
pussy.  I remembered how I had worried at first that my own cock might be
too much for a thirteen-year-old's vagina.  I need not have been concerned,
as if she could take this she could manage almost any real male.  And
Tracey was going at her hard, her hips working fast, her arse crease
opening and showing me her own pussy every time she pulled out and closing
as she thrust.  She leaned forward over the kneeling girl,her tits were
pressed into Fern's back as she kissed the girl's neck and shoulders, and I
saw her reach under to grasp those breasts that she was as fond of as I
was, judging my the fumblings and gropings I had seen in the cab mirror.

   Pre-cum was oozing from my cock so I moved closer to the bed, where I
could fondle Tracey's lovely little arse.  I spread the lips gently, and
could see she was aroused, glistening and moist.  Carefully, not to disturb
their fun, I knelt behind her, and chose my moment to place my knob and
push hard.  I was up her virgin pussy.  She squealed, and shouted, 'No. 
Not yet!'

   'I decided 'Not yet!' was not a real 'No' and shoved till I was
completly in her, my thighs against her arse.  She was still fucking her
friend, and I scarcely had to move, kneeling there and allowing her to
impale herself each time she pulled away from Fern.  I leaned over her,
reached under, and those longed-for breasts were in my hands at last.  I
held on, using them to guide her as we fucked, Tracey sandwiched between
the two of us.  I felt her fingers under us, rubbing at her clit as I
fucked her.  I think Fern was rubbing hers too.

   Fern was the first to come, then Tracey, and then me immediately after.

   I was glad I had taken a p blue pill earlier as we lay propped on the
bed, me between my two angels.  I was still hard, and they were having fun
licking my cock while we chatted.  Tracey had decided to ride me, but "in a
minute or two.  Let's finish our drinks first.' I had opened a bottle of
champagne to celebrate Tracey's successful initiation.

   Then Fern dropped her bombshell!  'I think we should get Howard round
here next time, so we have two guys to play with, even it up a bit.  And
I'd like to see you and Howard sucking while we have fun together.'

   Tracey giggled, and I was suddenly really wanting her on me, fucking:
the thought of a boy in bed with us, my first boy since I was a lad myself,
was sending me crazy.  but that's another story.....

  
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