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 The Perfumed Boy: by (C) Hamilton Joyce.  Mm mg Mg tv.

   A couple of pints with Jack and Mo before they went off to the match.  I
can't stand football and always leave them to enjoy the noise without me.
Much more pleasant to sup the third and then go for a stroll in the park,
often meeting up again in the evening with Mo.  Like me, he's unmarried and
free to come and go as he wants.

   Raining!  So it's a stroll around the Shopping Centre, buy a couple of
dvds, and the chose a bench to sit on and watch the world go by.  My
favourite seat in the Mall is opposite Candie's Boutique which has two
attractions.  First there's an ever-changing window display of sexy
lingerie: I'm a bit of a satin and silk fetishist and her shop-window
dummies are small-titted and adolescent-looking, my favourites.  Second,
the Saturday afternoon gaggles of school-girls in their clumsy attempts at
adult sexy attire always stop to look in this window.  I'm much too old to
interest them, but a guy can dream!
In addition, a really pretty young lad was sitting plumb in the middle
of the bench, long, tanned legs stretched out in front of him.  Bright pink
and silver trainers: strange on a lad.  I sat on one end, and although I
was really very close, invading his space as it were, he made no attempt to
shuffle away.  The air around him was full of a perfume I recognised: my ex

had used it.  I bought her a small bottle each birthday....

   "Guerlain", I muttered to myself.

   He turned round and his clear, light blue eyes met mine, his mouth in a
genuinely happy smile.  He was so pretty in a classical, Nordic way I was
momentarily at a loss for words.  Blonde hair, over-long for a boy, even in
an age where shaven heads and every length up to full pony-tail were
common-place among young men.  But this boy could not have been more than
thirteen, if that: tanned, flawless complexion with only the lightest of
fluff on his upper lips: probably he shaved, but not needing to often.  And
those white, perfect teeth, full, passionate lips!

   His eyes left mine and roamed downward over my chest....  I am still
muscular and fit....  before lingering a moment at the obvious bulge in my
shorts.  Memories of Guerlain perfumed sex, plus the closeness of shapely
teenage legs and a pretty teenage face had awakened my cock.  Surprising!
For some years only girls caused any reaction, so this boy must really be
special.

   "Yeah!  Guerlain.  I nick my big sister's."

   I was still speechless, oddly embarrassed.

   But words just tumbled out without thought...  "You're very
beautiful..."

   "I bet you say that to all the boys."

   My eyes were straying down over a tight spotless-white t-shirt, tight
white shorts, almost indecently short, and those so-suggestive smooth,
slender, tanned thighs.  More like a girl's legs hairless like that, but
just a bit more muscular-looking in the thigh, less soft perhaps.... 
filling the legs of the shorts nicely though.  My God!  That bulge must be
a hard-on.  It looked as if he was well-endowed for a lad.  And Jeez!  My
own hard-on was steely strong!

   He had said something.  What?

   "Sorry.  I was miles away."

   "I said I bet you say that to all the boys."

   "Only the sexy ones!"

   "You think I'm sexy?"

   "Incredibly!  Wonderfully!  Devastating!"

   "I think you're sexy too, mister."

   His eyes lowered again to my crotch and his smile widened when he saw my
own bulge, his blue eyes looking distinctly sultry as he reached between us
to briefly grasp my cock through the thin cotton of my own shorts.  My
heart nearly stopped ....  Suppose someone saw that!  Fuck!  This was too
public for games like this!  But my heart started to beat more strongly and
I had a tightness in my chest as I realised what those words and that
gesture meant.  There was perhaps a proposal, a promise.  I could not stop
myself, though I knew it was insane.  I reached and briefly touched his
crotch, feeling the bone-stiff cocklet beneath as his legs stretched out
and tensed, his hand covering mine for a moment and pressing it down hard
onto his cock.  I let it stay there and closed my fingers around the shape
of his cock, feeling it twitch, full of young vigour.

   My cock was as hard as it has ever been at that moment.....before and
since, so stiff the throbbing was almost painful!

   "I know where we can go...." His voice was a sexy whisper.

   He got up and meekly I did too, cock ruling brain.  He held my hand as
we walked along the crowded shopping street, hand-in-hand.  No-one gave us
even a second glance: just a father and son shopping!  My heart was racing
and I could hear the pulse in my temples.  Surely my cock-stand must be
obvious to the crowds we were surrounded by!  We did not talk.  I did not
trust myself even to speak, but his hand was grasping mine, both of our
palms sweating and we walked along side by side in silence, our pace
speeding up as excitement and anticipation rose.



   The toilets were up four flights of escalators in the Department Store,
Men's, Women's, and Disabled in the far corner of a floor space much
smaller than the sales areas below.  There were few people on this floor
which was mainly the toilets and a customer services desk manned by a
solitary, bored looking girl: the rest were an admin and stores area I
guess.  And there was no-one at all near the toilets.  He opened the
Disabled door and locked it behind us.

   "Won't get disturbed here."

   He put the lid down on the toilet bowl and sat on it, legs apart.... 
sexy as hell with a real 'come-hither' look on his face, and glittering
blue eyes.

   I hadn't sucked a cock off since I was a teenager myself and certainly
never in a "cottage", hadn't even been tempted to.  But this perfumed boy
was special, and I knelt between his wide-spread legs, nuzzling that cock,
still masked by his cotton shorts.  My cheeks and my lips could feel his
cock throbbing even through the cloth, and he was as turned on as me, that
was clear.

   The zip was easy to pull down....  but he was wearing underpants and I
still had no sight of his cock except its outline in red satin.  He stood
up, undid the buckle on his belt, dropped his shorts, stepped out of them,
and sat down again.

   Not underpants!  Knickers.  Girl's knickers, scarlet satin with white
lace trim at the waist and around the legs.  I buried my face in his
crotch, his satin a sexy texture for my cheeks and lips, my nose scenting
the Guerluin, yes, but also the half-forgotten perfume of boy, memories of
quick, secret sex between school-friends, boys so easily aroused, but not
yet bold enough to approach girls.

   "Knickers!"

   "Yeah.  I don't only pinch my sister's perfume.  You like?"

   He was half-giggling.  It must have been obvious from the pre-cum dark
circle on my shorts that I did!

   "I like."

   I got a hand inside the leg of his knickers and found his warm, hard
cock, which I pulled out the side of the panties.  He was cut, his cock
slender and white, about five inches long, and with pink-red knob.  Very
kissable.  I did!  Very suckable.  I did, letting it slip between my lips,
and fluttering my tongue up the shaft as it slid into my mouth.  My hand
around his shaft slipped inside the knickers again and found silky pubic
hair.  I wanted to see that half-remembered triangle of blonde curls.  My
best friend Jerome had a blonde triangle....  where was he now I wondered.
I made as if to pull his panties down and he laughed.

   "Prefer me naked, mister?"

   No answer to that, and none needed as he stood up again and slowly
pulled the scarlet satin down, his cock popping up proudly, and his balls
tiny, tight and white in their sack.  All so pretty, and the white of
untanned flesh where speedos had shaded from the sun, smaller speedos than
his sister's panties.  His arse would look lovely, white with golden tan
around it!

   He sat down again, and I combed my fingers through his pubic hair while
I licked his ball-sack and even took one ball so-gently into my mouth.

   "That's nice, mister, but suck me.  Suck my cock.  That's what I want!"

   His hands closed on my head, twined in my hair as he forced my head down
onto his knob, and again his cock slid between my lips.  I had my arms
around him, my hands feeling the smooth skin and firm flesh of his lower
back, the sides of my hands, my two little fingers actually in his
bottom-crease, feeling the weight of that cute little bum, and I bobbed up
and down, my lips pursed to give friction to his cock.  If he was as horny
as I felt this would not last long!

   I fluttered my tongue along the front of his shaft, and he groaned with
pleasure.  I felt his hands tightening on my head as his excitement rose. I
went faster and made sure I was sucking as well, milking him.

   "Yes!  Like that!  Fuck!  I'm coming!"

   I was afraid someone would would hear his shouts of joy, but kept up the
pace till his legs tensed and my mouth was filled with his boy-juice.  I
swallowed and gently eased down my sucking till we were still, his cock
twitching in my mouth as I swallowed to get the last of his sticky, silky,
slightly salt cum into me.

   I would have been content to kneel there, his half-hard cock in my mouth
and my fingers caressing his smooth back, but he pulled away and stood up.
He pulled his sister's knickers on again and smiled that cheeky grin.

   "My turn now," he said and pulled me to my feet.  He had his hands up
under my sweat shirt feeling my pecs.  "Hairy!  I like that.  Let's see!"

   So he stripped me naked except for my trainers and sat me on the throne,
kneeling in front of me and holding my cock in one hand and cupping my
balls with the other as he kissed my belly and nosed my pubic hair.

   "Mmmm.  Great body, hard, muscular.  Hairy!  Lovely big, strong cock! 
Mmmm."

   I held his head between my palms and gently forced it downwards.

   "Suck me!" I realised I did not know the boy's name....  not the time to
ask!  "Suck me!  Jeez I'm horny!"

   Still cupping my balls as if testing their weight he licked the eye of
my cock tasting the pre-cum that was welling out.  He was teasing me,
making me wait I knew.  Then I felt the warmth and wetness of his mouth as
my knob slipped between his lips, followed by the whole of my cock till his
nose rested on my pubes.  I was amazed he could take my full eight-inch
length, but he did.  Now he gently squeezed my balls as he sucked, moving
his head so my cock slid in and out.  I wanted this to last as the pleasure
he gave me was intense, but knew my lust for him made it uncontrollable, so
I did not even try.

   "Fuck!  You're good!  I'm coming!"

   I had not jerked off for several days so there must have been a huge
load with the first spurt.  He swallowed the lot and was ready for the
second....  and the third.  Then he just tickled my balls and let my knob
twitch in his mouth till my cock started to get limp.

   He stood up.

   His bum looked good in those knickers and I told him so as we dressed.

   "And your legs would be even sexier in stockings and high heels!"

   "I wish!"

   "I'll buy them for you if you'll wear them for me, my place.  Would you
like that?"

   "And a basque?"

   "That too!"

   "Then you're on, mister.  I'll come round as soon as you have them."

   "Next Saturday, mid-day...  I'm Don by the way."

   "I'm Chris!"

   Sensible, I thought, a name that fits a boy or a girl!  I wrote my
address and phone number on a page ripped from my diary.



   The stockings and shoes I bought in town, but for the basque I had to go
on-line to get one small enough.  I sweated on it, but it arrived Friday
morning (I paid extra for the rapid shipping).  Not much sleep Friday night
as you can imagine, but I made sure that I didn't cum....  and hadn't for a
full week.  My balls would be loaded: for more than one cum.  I'd fill him
with hot cum!

   Finally Saturday arrived, and a text asking could he come round earlier,
ten.  Oh yes!  I'd been shaved and showered since seven, and he must have
been as eager as me.  Lovely!  My text finished xxx.  Soppy, really, but I
felt a real tenderness for Chris, as well as lusting after his lovely body.

   I thought about greeting him naked: he had praised my hairy, muscular
body after all, but I decided on a decent compromise: tight, thin cotton
t-shirt that did justice to my pecs (and to my nipples that were hard with
the tightness of the shirt and the thought of Chris in stockings).  I had
an old pair of white running shorts, thin and shiny, too tight for me since
my gym visits had built my body up, but ideal for showing off muscular
thighs and ram-rod cock!  Bare footed....

   He was early!  Ten to ten the doorbell rang.

   He kissed me, arms around my neck even before I had closed the door. 
Jeez!  UI would have to teach him how dangerous shows of lust in public
were between us.  I kicked the door closed as we embraced, his tongue in my
mouth and his hands up under my shirt, caressing my back.

   "You got my clothes?"

   "Oh yes.  Chrissie.  Can't wait to see you in them."

   "Lets get started then."



   His sister's black knickers this time, flimsy concoctions of satin and
lace strung across from his hips, not his waist, and not big enough to stop
that hard teenage cock peeping over the top.  He was stripped even faster
than me, and, yes, he had a lovely white triangle of untanned flesh on his
bum, a frame for his arse-crease, surrounded by the golden tan.

   I watched as he opened the stockings packet: he had chosen the fully
fashioned tan ones, not the black I had also bought.  I helped him pull
them on, showing him how not to ladder them: they were the expensive silky
sort, not the "one-size" stretchy ones: I like the glossy but still soft
feel of them.  His thighs were certainly not too slender to fill the
stocking tops nicely.  The basque was already fastened at the back mostly
and we slipped it over his head pulling it down over his torso.  I told him
to breath in while I fixed the last few catches.  There is something
especially sexy about standing behind a slender doll-like body and
fastening clasps, pulling the nylon tight against young flesh so the sides
meet.  And no reason not to have a quick grope of that cute little naked
arse on the way.  Astounding how super sexy he looked with a basque that
minimised his waist and left his bum to jut out, a sweet little
bubble-butt. I showed him the silicon "chicken fillet" false tits I had
bought in the sex shop, and they fitted the cups of his bra perfectly.  I
told him I had some adhesive for if he wanted to wear a bra for going out.

   "Going out?"

   "A lovely girl like you should not mope about at home all the time.  I
hope we will go out together sometimes so I can show you off."

   The suspender straps were for me to fix and adjust.  Perfect: his thighs
really filled the stocking tops, and there was a delicious couple of inches
of bare flesh above them.  I stroked it, and on an impulse knelt and kissed
the inside of his thighs, there where the flesh is softest and smoothest,
most feminine.  His hard cock and balls brushed my face as I licked the
tanned skin.  Later for them!

   "There's three sorts of panties, full French knickers that don't really
go with a basque, a little satin thong, and I got some crotchless panties.
But we'd better do something about this before we get to knickers, eh?"

   I stroked his hard cock, and licked the drop of precum that rewarded my
caress.

   He giggled.  "Shoes?"

   "Yeah, sexy high heels.  But you'll need to practise in them."

   "I know how to walk in high heels, even run....  my sister's are a bit
small for me, but I often wear them when she's out.  Daren't steal them
though....  she loves them all!"

   Over-the-top gold sandals with two inch heels.  Fitted perfectly and
legs and ankles were now completely feminised.

   "There's a long mirror in the bedroom."

   He stood in front of the long mirror I had bought in a charity store
especially for him (her?), rubbing his thighs together to feel the nylon,
posing and admiring himself and his new pastel blue basque.  Real
cheesecake poses, one slender leg advanced, practising come-hither smile,
bedroom eyes!  The blue basque matched his eyes and was a delightful
contrast against his golden skin.  Sideways on he stroked his own satin
clad bubble-bum, jutting so provocative.  I joined him in front of the
mirror and we had a horny few minutes looking at ourselves caressing and
kissing.

   Finally....  "You gonna fuck me, Don?" He gestured with his head towards
the bed.  I had put my ex's white satin sheets on it for this occasion.

   "Lipstick, nail varnish, and I want to brush your hair till it shines.
Then we'll fuck if you think your cute little arse can take my cock."

   "I'll try!  You got any poppers."

   "Sorry!"

   "It'll be all right, Don.  I've done it before....  You're just bigger"

   I brushed his hair first, sitting on my lap in the big arm-chair my ex
used to love being fucked in: it was silkier and finer than hers had been,
ash blonde while hers had been more reddish, and so sexy as it shone in the
sunlight.  My cock was hard under him and I knew why women were supposed to
cover their hair in church...  not to mention what the Muslim women are
made to wear!  Just imagine rubbing your cock with those silky threads! 
Would tempt a saint (and many a vicar and bishop if you believe the news!)

   Then it was his finger nails: I should have done his toenails before
dressing him in stockings and high heels: I would remember next time.

   "You don't need make-up with your perfect complexion and lovely eyes,
but lip-stick would be sexy.  I've bought some that matches your nails. 
Purse your lips.  Like this."

   It was the stay-fast sort that doesn't smudge (and in fact I cheated as
my ex had left the varnish, varnish remover and lipstick in the bathroom
cabinet when she eloped with her Portuguese waiter stud!  I never junked
them in case she returned....)

   And so to bed!

   He lay face down on the bed making it clear what position he expected us
to fuck in.  I stood a moment by the bed looking down at his tanned
shoulders and his body made even more slender by the tight blue basque, his
tan enhanced by the pastel blue straps.  His legs looked somehow longer and
shapelier, more feminine in stockings and high heels...  which I guess is
why trannies and real girls love them so much.  But my eyes really focussed
on that bubble butt, accentuated by the way his waist was cinched in, and
made a fetishist's delight by the stretch of the satin across it and the
thin suspender belt straps.

   I picked up a couple of pillows and lifted his hips so I could slide
them beneath him: now that pretty bottom really jutted out.

   I knelt behind him and nuzzled his bottom, my nose pushing at the silk
over his arse-crease, scenting the Guerlain he used, but also the faint
odour of boy-flesh....  My cock was stiff and dripping pre-cum.  I hoped I
would be able to last the course when I actually fucked him.  I reached up
to feel the silky fabric over his lower back, and to run my fingers over
the suspender straps, down to the silky, glossy texture of his nylons, and
then back to the even silkier, softer, skin of his inner thighs.  He was
sexier than any mature woman I had ever enjoyed, as sexy as those early,
teenage conquests had been!  I had forgotten how fine the skin of a really
young teenage boy could be, and I was almost sure that a boy's was at least
as silky as those half-remembered girls who let me put my hand up their
skirts.  Happy days.  And happy days here again!

   I pulled at the waistband of his knickers and he smiled at me over his
shoulder while he lifted his hips for me to draw them down, over his
thighs, calves, high heels, and off completely.  How sexy those full lips
with their scarlet lipstick!

   I knelt close and parted his buttocks to reveal the cutest little pink
rose-bud nestling in the pure white of his arse crease.  I planted a wet
kiss on it and then circled it with my pointed tongue.

   He giggled.

   "Tickles!  But nice!  Don't stop, Don.

   The oil was handy on the bedside table, baby oil with a handy spray
nozzle.  That rosebud glistened and he wiggled his bum as I pressed it with
my oily index finger.  He was ready.  I slipped the tip of my finger in and
then as far as the first knuckle, feeling around inside.  It tightened....
and then relaxed.  I guessed he was by no means a novice!  Two fingers
found his prostate and pressed on it.

   "Jeez, that's good!

   I was in danger of cumming over his bottom, squirting onto that white
triangle, soiling his pretty satin basque.  I pulled my fingers from his
bottom, and then was certain Chris was no stranger to butt-fucking as his
hole stayed part-open, inviting me.

   A hand on each buttock I pulled his crease wide apart, placed my knob
over his hole......  and pushed.  A momentary resistance and then my knob
popped past his anal sphincter, followed by the full length of my cock till
my hairy pubes rested against his silky bottom.

   A sigh of satisfaction from the boy: he had wanted this as much as me!
And there I had been worried about screams of pain, tears and struggles. 
Whoever had groomed the lad had taught him well.

   "As hard and fast as you want, Don!"

   Resting deep inside him he was so hot up there, and despite the openness
of his anus so tight, at least compared with my exe's vagina.  I was scared
of cumming too quick and I started with long slow thrusts into him, still
grasping his buttocks one in each hand.  His back was so sexy, triangular
and satin covered, and those suspender straps.  I tweaked one and let it go
so it smacked against his thigh.  He wiggled appreciatively, so I tweaked
the other one.

   "Not sure how long I can last, Chris.  You're so sexy!"

   "Never mind, Just hammer me, hard..."

   So I did, thrusting so hard that the smacking of my thighs against his
bum echoed through the room, joining his moans and squeaks of pleasure, his
shouts that I should fuck faster, harder.  And then the miracle: he came
with a shout of joy, and releasing me to cum too.  Which I did, a huge,
body-shaking, balls-emptying fountain deep inside him, withdraw a couple of
inches and deep again for a second spurt, a third, a fourth...  and the
final collapse onto him, kissing the back of his neck.

   He turned his head, again that cheeky grin.

   "That was a good one, Don, but I'm afraid I've cum all over your
sheets".



   Chris came round after school Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and all
day Sundays to dress and fuck.  The sex just got better and better.

   It would be about six weeks after that first meeting in The Arndale that
it all changed.

   It was a Sunday afternoon and we were sitting watching a porn movie
after a hot bedroom session, and then a bite to eat.  I will never forget
the scene in all its details, a defining moment in my life.

   Chris was wearing just a shorty nylon nightie, scarlet but see-thru as
well.  We had made love once on the bed, and then showered together as part
of the routine to give me time to recover for our usual second, longer
session on my bed.  He had wanted to try out the new nightie: I had by now
bought him a wardrobe full of clothes, lingerie and outer clothes too,
though we had not yet ventured out in public as father and teenage
daughter! This was because of his reluctance not mine, as I was sure he
would "pass", and we would go to the next town, not ours.  The nightie was
in the hope he would find an excuse for a night away from home, a-bed with
me.

   So there we were on the sofa: I had my arm around his shoulder playing
with one nipple through the shiny nylon, he sitting with his head on my
chest, his hand on my half-hard cock.  The video was bisexual....  a pretty
tranny shagging a black girl while a handsome male stud was up his bottom.

   Chris took a long pull on the joint we were sharing and passed it back
to me as he exhaled the smoke through his nostrils.  We were both totally
relaxed.  He giggled, partly the grass, partly the action on the screen.

   "You got a girl-friend, Don?"

   "Why should I need a girl-friend when I have a beautiful transvestite to
play with?"

   "But you're bisexual!"

   "Sure!"

   "Me too.  I've got a girl-friend?"

   "Pretty?"

   "You tell me."

   His mobile phone was never more than arms length even when we were
fucking, and he lifted it from the arm of the sofa, fiddled with it and
handed it to me.

   She was stunning!  She stood in front of the shop-window dressed like
any other Saturday girl in the Shopping Mall: tight, white cropped top with
the outline of bra just showing through, denim mini skirt at best mid
thigh-length, tan stockings, and white shoes with heels...  not quite high
heels, but enough to shape those trim ankles and draw the eyes to long,
slender, shapely legs.  Her face was lovely....  obviously of Indian or
Arab parentage with that near-oval shape, full lips and deep, dark eyes. 
Her skin tone was flawless, light coffee-brown, and her hair
shoulder-length, glossy black.  She was smiling at the camera, a slightly
shy, demure look as if half ashamed of her utter, utter, utter sexiness.

   I recognised the shop window: to take the photo Chris must have been
sitting on the same bench as when I met him.  Jeez!  Fully dressed she was
sexier than the two lingerie-clad display dummies behind her.

   "Your a lucky little tranny, Chrissie.  She's devastating.  So sexy! 
I'm surprised Asian parents allow her to look as sexy as that!"

   "They're Christian, Goanese: her dad moans sometimes but her mum defends
her saying he used to like her to dress like that when they were young.  If
they knew what Perdita and me get up to, though, there'd be hell to pay. 
Good job we got her on the pill!"

   "She looks about sixteen."

   "Yeah!  Lovely body, but she's only fourteen.  Like me.  And she knows I
dress, and that I have sex with a guy when I'm dressed.  In fact the idea
turns her on, and she says she would like to see me getting fucked...."

   His hand gripped my now-stiff cock tighter.

   I had to think a moment.  Was this just the grass talking, or did he
(and the girl Perdita) really mean it?  And to have her along as well would
increase the risk, more than double it....  but she already knew he had a
man-friend, so perhaps the risk was not so much more.  And, above all, I
might have a chance of fucking that sweet little angel.  I knew what my
cock wanted!  Fuck it!  It was worth it.

   "You could bring her round here, Chrissie...."

   "Wednesday, after school?"

   "It's a date!"



   I did no work Wednesday morning: complete writer's block as my mind was
filled with the memory of that innocently sexy pic.  I had a salad for
lunch and then a shower.  Then a cold shower to try to cool down my
rock-hard cock.  Then jogging through the park, and another shower.  What
to wear?  I decided the same as I always did when Chris was visiting... 
bare feet, blue denim shorts (cut off jeans in fact), and no underpants. 
The tightness around my calves made my legs look even more muscular even
hairier than usual.  My t-shirt was very thin, cheap white cotton, and
showed my nipples and pecs, while the black hairs at the neckline showed
that not only my legs and arms were hairy.  I looked at myself in the
mirror: a simple, no-nonsense, hairy, strong male in the prime of life!

   I'm not vain, but I know I have a good body, handsome.

   Still an hour to wait.  I made a coffee, looked out a good video
(bisexual tranny 3-some again!), removed the duvet and put a white satin
base-sheet on the bed.  Made sure there was oil by the bed, and also in the
living room.  Twenty minutes to go.  Kept looking at the clock, and the
minutes dragged, each and every one.

   Till at ten to the doorbell rang.  Early!  I rushed to the door and
opened it.

   They stood on the doorstep, a matching pair in their school uniforms. 
He blonde, she Asian-brunette, both the same height, both beautiful.  He
smiled that cheeky grin and his blue eyes met mine, glittering.  She was
smiling a shy smile and not looking me in the face, eyes slightly
down-cast.

   "This is Perdita.  And this is Don."

   Her handshake was soft and she held mine for a second or two longer than
was strictly necessary, or even sensible.  My cock twitched!

   "Come in.  I've been so looking forward to meeting you, Perdita...."

   Chris answered for her.  "You know what we want, and Perdita still wants
that.  So you two wait in the living room while I get ready.  I'll be about
a quarter hour."

   Jeez!  She even looked sexy in school uniform...  perhaps especially
sexy in school uniform with her pert little breasts pushing at the dazzling
white shirt....  pearl buttons....  and the sedate knee-length black
pleated skirt, legs bare, slender, golden-brown.  School-black brogue
shoes....white, little-girl cotton socks.  'On the pill', by god!  So
innocent and yet so sexually curious, adventurous.  I could hardly believe
my luck...

   I hung her school blazer on the back of a chair and holding her hand sat
her on the sofa.

   "Would you like a drink of something, Perdita."

   Her first words.  London accent, pretty voice.  "No that's all right."
Her hand tightened on mine, not wanting to let it go.  "I've been thinking
about this for days, and I hope he's not too long getting dressed."

   "It's worth the wait.  You'll see."

   I unclasped her hand and put my arm around her shoulder.  She did not
flinch, and in fact laid her head against my shoulder and chest.  She could
presumably feel and enjoy my pecs through the flimsy cotton!

   "You're very strong."

   "And you're very beautiful."

   "I expect you say that to all the girls".

   "Only the sexy ones!"

   "You think I'm sexy?"

   "Yes!  Devastating!"

   A hand on my biceps, un-flexed but still rather massive.  I flexed them
for her.

   "I think you're sexy too.  And ever-so strong.  And lovely and hairy."

   Her hand on my hairy fore-arm.  And the small brown fingers slipping
under my t-shirt, feeling, stroking.

   "Do you want to see, Perdita?"

   A momentary pause.  And then, "Please".

   I pulled it up and off over my head, arm around her again and her head
resting on my very, very hairy chest.

   "The guys at the rugby club call me the gorilla!"

   "I can see why.  I never felt anyone so hairy or so strong.  I know why
Chris likes you, Mr Don."

   "Just Don, my sweetie."

   She was combing her fingers though my chest-hair and I felt justified in
undoing the buttons down the front of her school shirt.

   Lovely white, lacy bra, dark aureoles showing through the patterned
lace, hint of puffy nipples.  I leaned over and kissed the point of her
right bra and then the left.  She was unwinding now, relaxing.  This was
going how she had imagined, wanted it.  I realised with some relief that
enjoying her Chrissy's partner was part of her plan.  Lord, I hoped her
scheme included fucking....  She pulled the shirt from her waistband and
shucked it off over her shoulders.

   Dazzling white lace, golden brown flawless belly, torso and shoulders,
spaghetti-thin bra straps emphasising the sexy chocolate tan.  I kissed her
shoulder lightly.  She turned her head, full lips pursed.  inviting me. 
Lipstick a sedate but suggestive purple.  We kissed, lightly at first, and
then her arms around me passionately, lips pressed to mine, now mouth open
and tongue in my mouth.  Mine in hers.  Game of tongues, my hands feeling
her small tits, firm and warm under the lace, hers feeling my pecs, nipping
my hard nipples.  My cock was straining at the crotch of my shorts.

   She reached between us and grasped it.

   "Let's get ready for him when he comes back."

   Without waiting for my agreement....  which I would have given (!)... 
she stood up, unclasped her skirt at the waist, pulled down a short zip,
and let the black uniform fall to her ankles.  She stepped out of the cloth
and sat down again, reaching for my shorts and looking for the button at
the top.

   "I'm not wearing underpants, Perdita."

   "Good!"

   She found the button and popped it, then the zip slowly downwards.  My
cock, grateful to be released, leaped out!

   "Cor!"

   For non-Brits, that is a short form of 'Cor Blimey', itself a euphemism
for the archaic "God Blind Me", an expression of wonder.  My cock is not
really worthy of wonder, but I suppose if all she knew was Chris'
fourteen-year-old's version, it was worth an expression of awe, and good
for my morale!  It also showed, as if her accent was not enough, that she
was a true child of our city!

   Her body was flawless, a chocolate paradise, enhanced by the filmy,
flimsy triangle of her lacy thong and the matching bra.

   I stood up and stepped out of my shorts, kicking them to join her skirt
on the carpet, beside a sheepskin rug.

   We were kissing again, her body feeling warm against mine, her breasts
firm, pressing on me.  As we sat side-by-side her legs were slightly open,
as if inviting: certainly not chastely closed tight!  I slipped a hand down
inside the top of her thong, fingers feeling downwards.  No hair.  Smooth.
Lovely!  I had persuaded Chris to let me remove all his pubic hair a couple
of weeks before, and he must have persuaded his girlfriend as well.  (He
had been worried about teasing at school, but he told the boys Beckham was
hairless, so there!  Also he was aggressive, willing to fight if needed,
and in any case popular enough not to get to much hassle!  I told him he
would be even more popular with the boys in his fem version of Chris!)

   I pushed my hand further down, and was encouraged by her opening her
legs just a bit more...  and sticking her tongue in my mouth, forcing mine
from hers.  So our passionate embrace was accompanied by my index finger
between her cunt lips, finding an erect little clitoris.  Wetly aroused
cunt-slit!

   "Oh yes!" she whispered, before pressing her lips again to mine.  I was
about to slip a finger into her vagina when....

   "Ta Ra!"

   Chris was at the open door in a cheesecake pose, looking more feminine,
even sexier than I had ever seen him before.  He was dressed like a
Saturday night teenage girl about to go clubbing: see through gold nylon
top over a lacy black bra, gold satin pelmet-length and totally,
suggestively indecent skirt over black seamed stockings, "Fuck Me" black
patent leather high heels, scarlet lipstick and nails.  She stood leaning
up against the door jamb like a tart under a street lamp, one leg advanced
in front of the other.  She really was putting on a show for Perdita.

   "Cor!"

   "Glad you're getting to know Don, Perdy."

   "Come here, Chris.  I want you!"

   "You'll have to wait, Perdy: you know what we agreed.  Don first."

   "Yeah.  Any way I want to see you fucked even more now I've seen how
sexy you are."

   Her hand went down, absent-mindedly, to hold her pussy for a moment.  I
smiled: she was as horny as me.  I held her eyes for the first time, her
"innocent" shyness gone completely.  Not only sexy and horny but a
consummate actress too!

   "You want to watch us, Perdita, Any particular position for us?"

   An enquiring sort of baffled look.  ???

   "I mean, I could do him missionary, or doggy.  Up to you...."

   "Oh!  I didn't know boys could fuck each other missionary.  I thought it
had to be doggy or you on top of Don.  Doggy, I think, as that is how I
always imagined it.  Missionary or something else some other time."

   In fact Chrissy was already kneeling on a fluffy white towel with his
head on the settee, his skirt pulled up round his waist and the black satin
knickers stretched over a cute little bottom the tart wiggled invitingly.
The towel meant he was going to cum, as usual when I fucked him: protecting
my expensive deep-pile carpet!  Perdita sat on the carpet very close to
him, but where she would be able to see the whole of the action, and join
in if she wanted.

   "Come on, Don!  I really need this!  No fucking fore-play!  Just do me!"

   I pulled his knickers down his thighs, and then over his stockinged legs
and high heels.  He was a picture, sex on legs, kneeling there arse-naked,
with black suspender straps framing his sun-tanned bottom, with that white
speedo-tanline triangle like a target for me to aim at.  I parted his
buttocks, A hand on each, and could not resist planting a kiss on his
little rose-bud., once round, and then a moment's penetration.  Luxury!

   "Now!  Get on with it."

   I could see his hand down under him, holding his cock.  He would wank
while I shagged him.  Good!  That way I would not have to struggle to
control myself: obviously I wanted him to cum if not at the same time as me
(Lovely, but rare!), well, at least before me!

   I sprayed some oil on his rose-bud anus, rubbed it in and then wiped my
oily hand on my cock.  I shuffled closer till my knob rested on that
glistening bud, parted his buttocks wide again, and shoved.  My knob slid
easily in, followed by my shaft till my hairy thighs rested against that
silky bum.

   He sighed, his hand now wanking his cock.

   "Cor!"

   That was Perdita....  amazement in her voice.

   I turned my head and smiled at her.  "He loves it!"

   I knelt upright, a hand on each hip, the suspender straps under my
palms, looking down at his triangular back, still quite slender shoulders,
and the blonde, fine hairs at the nape of his neck...  and fucked him with
long, slow sweeps.  I was, as ever, amazed by the physical heat of his body
deep inside his arse, and the tightness, muscularity of his male-pussy. 
Tight, but my cock was sliding easily in and out.

   I felt Perdita's hand on my bum, stroking it, feeling the play of my
muscles there as I ploughed her boyfriend-girlfriend.

   "Faster.  As hard as you want.  Shit!  I'm nearly there...."

   A quick fuck then!  But if that's what he wanted....

   My thighs crashed against his bottom, the smacking sound filling the
room with the noise of fucking: his fist, under us, was working feverishly,
in time with my thrusts.

   "Fuck!  Yes!  That's it.  Coming....  cuuuummmming!"

   Perdita's hand now right in my arse crease.  My orgasm building,
building, and then the blessed release as I squirted, spitting my cum at
the top of one of my thrusts, so deep inside him.  I snapped the suspender
straps against him, and then slapped his bum once for each of my second and
third squirts...  and then the silence of post-sex glow, my cock gripped
and twitching occasionally, his anus loose now.  I leaned over and kissed
the back of his neck where his blonde hair was finest.

   He turned his head and smiled that wide grin, over his shoulder.

   "Good one, Don!"

   "I'd better rinse".

   I pulled out and stood up.

   Perdita was sitting on the carpet her hand on her pussy.  I guessed she
had been masturbating watching us.

   "You're clean.  I thought it would be all...." she searched for the
word...."you know, all shitty!"

   "Chrissy's always clean up there for sex, my dear.  But I have to rinse.
Health and safety!  Chrissy'll tell you why.  I'll be right back."

   I was washing because I hoped to fuck her hot little honey pot next.....




   When I got back I sat down in an armchair opposite the couple on the
carpet.  They had chosen the white sheepskin rug to fuck on, and it showed
the bits of Perdita's body not covered by her tranny lover, a perfect
contrast with the coffee brown of her flesh.

   I never before saw a twelve year old boy fucking and was frankly amazed
at the speed and complete ferocity with which he went at that frail little
girl.  My own experience could not help much as I must have been several
years older than this lucky little tranny when I first dipped my wick in
the honey-pot.  Anyway his cute bottom was up and down incredibly fast, and
each down thrust generated a smacking noise as his pubic bone smashed into
hers, and also a series of shrill "Oh,oh,oh,oh....." with each down-thrust.
I guessed his cock must be touching the end of her vagina.  When my turn
came, then, mine would bash against her cervix, hard.  The urgency of my
own cock increased as I watched this display of sexual athleticism: the boy
could have fucked for England.

   The girl was especially appetising: I was next, and I was impatient.  I
thought I would help them along a bit, and started to caress the tranny's
arse feeling the muscles under the firm flesh, and watching his anus
twinkle at me as his buttocks opened and shut with each rhythmic push.  I
sensed the boy was close: he must be, surely going at it like that?  I
tweaked one suspender strap and let it twang back onto him, and then
started to spank his butt, playfully not really heavily, at the same time
as playing with those straps....  He speeded up, if anything, and yelled...
"cumming..."

   She had not.  Not good!  He was going so fast now that her "oh,oh,0h"
became a continuous, high-pitched "ooooooooh".  So I helped them by
slipping a hand between their sweating bodies and finding a pert little
breast, squeezed on it.  Twisted it hard!  That did it!  She came with
grunts, happily coinciding with what were obviously the three spearing
thrusts as he unloaded into her vagina.

   I wanted her while she was still hot, while her little tight honey pot
was still twitching as I knew it would for a minute or two.  I got hold of
him by one arm and the suspender belt and hauled him off.

   There was a feminine wail of "Nooooo!" as Perdita protested.

   "Oh yes!"

   Was my response as I replaced the lingerie clad boy in the arms of his
girl...  In her arms?  Not exactly as I lay slightly off her, slightly on
so I could kiss and lick those lovely golden titties with their chocolate
drop aureoles, and long brown nipples while rubbing my hard cock on her
body.

   "Please...."

   It was clear what she wanted by the way she grasped my cock and pulled
me on top of her.  I felt her wiping my knob up and down her cleft, the
sensitive eye feeling her hard clitoris and then catching for a moment at
the entrance of her vagina.  She had her face buried in my neck, licking: I
was going to have hickies there.  My boozing buddies would be amused, mock
me, but be secretly jealous.  How much more so if they knew the lip marks
had been placed there by a perky-breasted, hot-cunted, soft-skinned,
fourteen year old nymphet?  A lovely little Asian piece of girl-flesh.

   Then there was the warmth and wetness of her cunt around my prick as she
raised her hips and I bore down till my knob did touch the end of her
cervix at the moment my hairy pubes met her little-girl nakedness.  I felt
her arms around my neck, then down my back pulling me close.  She raised
her legs to get that extra inch of penetration perhaps.  I lifted my hips
pulling my cock out as far as the knob and then as I slid it in her ankles
locked over my bum.  I started to fuck her and felt her finger nails dig
into my back.  Good!  I was close to cumming with the excitement of my
first truly illegally young girl.  How often had I fantasised, feeding my
secret lust on the girls parading Saturday morning on the town's pavements,
or in giggling gaggles in the shopping centre.  Well here I was with a
willing, eager little girl and she was about to cum for me!

   Tee pain of her finger nails stopped me cumming, despite the shuddering
contractions of her cunt, despite the "Oooh s!", "Aaaaahs" and even some
frankly shocking words in one so young....

   I shagged her till the spasms in her cunt, and through her body,
decreased, And pulled out.

   "Nooooo!"

   None too gently I turned her over on her belly and with my arms under
her belly pulled her up till she was kneeling.  What a lovely, cute bottom,
golden brown, round, firm, jutting nicely.  I parted the cheeks and there
was her little buttercup, red-ish brown of course in that crease so lovely
and golden.  From behind, her hairless cunt lips looked plump and mature,
part open still from two good fucks.  I was tempted by her secret rose, but
those plump lips won me over and I positioned my cock, pushed, and we were
off again....  She had hardly finished her first orgasm when her next
began. Noisily!

   My tranny-lover was kneeling behind me, and I felt his lips on my anus,
licking and probing with his tongue.  What luxury for me!  A lovely
teenager under me, another leaning on me from behind.

   And....  fuckin' ell'!  The little imp was entering my anus with his
cock.  I wriggled my arse to show my appreciation, and now we were a proper
threesome.  I set the rhythm shagging the teenage girl, and her boyfriend
followed in step with my movements, fucking me hard in the arse.

   Luckily Perdita was coming again, as when the rogue started to spank my
bottom each time he thrust I could no longer control myself.

   Why I don't know, but Perdita was screaming "please, Oh Please" over and
over again.  I yelled "I'm cumming".  Chrissy "Me too".  and a good time
was had by all!

   Finally we all three fell over sideways and after a few moments of
kissing and caressing whatever parts of whatever bodies were available, two
cocks slipped out and we untangled.

   I got some beer and sweet sherry, and we shared a joint together.....

   And that was that for the first session: apart from a date for an
all-nighter at the weekend, that is.