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 The Ring of Power: mind control.  MF.  Mg.

   Chapter One

   I wonder if Tolkien knew more than he was letting on: after all he spent
a life-time searching about in obscure medieval even Dark Ages manuscripts!
The legends of rings of power go back a long way, and he seems to have been
correct in his description of how seemed The Ring sought out Gollum and
then left that unfortunate hobbit when it suited it, to join Bilbo Baggins.

   What must have been one of those rings made by alchemists who understood
mysteries now long forgottenn came to me when as an nineteen-year-old
student in a Scottish university I was walking solitary in the mountains,
as I often did: I was a loner back then.  There was an abandoned church or
chapel...  it might have been just any croft deserted since the
Clearances....  but it was manifestly a church by the few remaining
gravestones left standing in the rough highland grass.  A mole had been at
work, and there laying half-buried by the loose black, peaty soil of a
mole-hill was the glint of gold.  The Ring!

   It was not truly ancient, as I could see from the letters engraved on
the inside of the circle which just fitted my index finger: "fay çe que
vouldras", which I recognised as being a medieval French version of the Law
of Thelema, but without the usual warning "An ye harm none".  The complete
sentence goes back, they say, through the Quabala to the laws of ancient
Egypt.  Interesting that the injunction "Do what you want to do" should be
robbed of the moral injunction not to hurt anyone in so doing!

   The ring clearly had value as a rare medieval jewel, and had probably
been robbed from a corpse in these forgotten graves by the action of moles
and other burrowing creatures over the centuries until it finally came into
the possession of Ewan McGillycuddy!  I slipped it on my finger and decided
to keep quiet about my discovery: even the wilderness has an owner who
would have a claim that trumped mine as finder.  Like Gollum, "my precious"
had chosen to come to me, and I was going to hold onto it!

   I short cut through the heather to the river, where I crossed on the
stepping stones above Black Pool.  I stood on the last, largest stone and
looked along the bank to where a stocky gent in an expensive-looking tweed
suit was fly-fishing standing on a rock over the pool.  His waders were
draped on the rock, presumably to dry.  I gave him a cheery wave and a
"Good afternoon", but he studiously ignored me.  "Bloody rambler" was his
silent comment I guessed.  I was not well-pleased at his rudeness and
muttered to myself, " fucking aristocratic bastard, probably owns all the
bloody mountains.  Arrogant old prick!" And I added, again muttering to
myself but looking straight at him, "go on!  Make my day.  Fall in!"

   And he did.  For no reason at all he fell forward and went head first
into the dark waters, emerging seconds later spluttering and flailing about
as the current took him further in.  He finished up dragging himself sodden
and bedraggled onto a rock above the falls, and watched his doubtless
expensive fishing tackle clatter and splinter in the white water.

   That cheered me up and I hummed a happy tune as I strode out to get to
the bus-stop in time to head off the only transport back to town.  It still
seemed to me just a lucky co-incidence....

   But as I walked down the pavement in front of the shops on College Hill
I realised something strange was happening.  I heard a rumbling behind me,
turned my head and saw a young tear-away hurtling down the pavement on his
skate-board scattering shoppers in all direction.  I skipped into the road,
and as he passed me I yelled "You'll do yourself a mischief speeding like
that".

   And he did!

   For no apparent reason he seemed to throw himself sideways cartwheeling
over the kerb as his skateboard went on its merry way.  He hit the kerb and
the gutter with a thump and a hideous cracking noise that I had heard
before on the football field.  Broken leg!  His scream confirmed it, as did
the sharp splinter of bone sticking through the flesh!

   A car skidded to a halt, and a pretty young girl also ran up.  Other
passers-by either stopped and gawped, or hurried past not to get involved!
The girl, only twelve or thirteen I guessed, was the only one thinking. 
"He needs an ambulance" she said as she ran into the newspaper shop.  (This
was long before the era of mobile phones).  I told people not to touch him,
half-remembering some first aid lecture or other when I was a schoolboy. 
The girl emerged and told us it was ok: the newsagent had phoned 999.

   I had time to think.  "Make my day"....and he had!  "You'll do yourself
a mischief....  and he had!" Now I knew enough about statistics to know
such coincidences were possible....  but very, very unlikely.

   My thoughts turned to the ring.  Was it possible.  Worth a try!

   The girl was hurrying off, very pretty with her slim figure, slightly
brown complexion and long, slender legs shown to perfection by a red Stuart
tartan flared mini-skirt.  I muttered to myself as I concentrated on her,
"Bend over and re-tie your shoelace and make sure you touch your toes and
show me your knickers."

   And she did!

   There was no reason for her to untie and retie her trainers except my
secret command.

   Her cute little butt was encased in pastel blue satin knickers, with
white lace, and the satin was tight enough to suggest the shape of
pussy-lips in a pouch seen from behind.

   Test the theory further!  "Scratch your bottom, little darling."

   And she did!

   "Scratch your bum inside the knickers, darling."

   And she did, her finger lifting the tight blue thong giving me a
momentary glimpse of bare bottom, her bum crease, and that index finger
teasing exactly where I would most have liked my pointed tongue.  Ah well!
At least this was not coincidence: no young girl would do that in the open
street of her own volition.

   I took the ring off.

   "Now turn round and look at me."

   She didn't!

   It was The Ring!  Jeez, what that meant!  I could make anyone do
anything....  even young girls.  What a find!  My cock stiffened at the
thought of what I could do with that sweet little bottom moving so
provocatively as the girl hurried away her buttocks moving under the thin
cotton, and when I got back to my rooms I masturbated, using the glimpse of
a cute satin-clad bottom as the goad for my lust.

   Lots of cum!



   Next morning I had a ten o'clock tutorial with Mrs Evans.  Her subject
was crippling boring...  statistics, and I'm no good at math.  But to
compensate for that she is a dead sexy woman, a real beauty.  Far beyond my
lowly ambitions, sadly!

   I was no good with girls, probably because I want them so much.  I got
tongue-tied and blushed in their presence, and the more desirable a lass
was the worse I was.  I'm still no good with guys either, as I can't stand
lad-ish behaviour, have no interest in cars, football, and my experience of
young girls though it is now considerable has to stay secret, so I've none
of the small talk that male bonding relies on.  I'm a loner....a sad case
until The Ring found me.  I'm convinced I did not find it, but that it has
a will of its own, and it too "does what it will".

   As I usually do in her tutorials I spent most of the first few minutes
admiring the way her breasts filled that severe, white cotton shirt: they
looked so full compared with her slender shoulders and fine neck.  Her
black glossy hair was up today: I preferred it when it fell shining to her
shoulders.  She got up to write an equation on the white-board, and I
lusted after those smooth, tanned, slender, so long legs.  She was too old
in years for that mini-skirt, but not in looks!  Tits as firm as any young
girl's, and a butt like a sprinter!  I only half followed the equations she
was explaining: I would take the sheet away and work at them later.  She
was too good to miss!

   The Ring?  And why not?  I suspected the slightest muttering would do if
suitably "aimed".

   I took my handkerchief out and held it in front of my mouth as if I was
about to sneeze.  I concentrated on her and murmured into the cotton, "Undo
the buttons on your shirt.  I want too see your lingerie."

   She did not break in the stride of her explanations, but un-popped the
four buttons, and I saw she had very sexy black lace masking her breasts:
they did not look as if they needed a bra....

   "Sit down.  I'm going to caress you.  Ignore it and go on with the
lesson."

   The satin of her bra was smooth and silky: I had never felt a woman's
breasts and so had no real comparison, but as I squeezed them gently I just
knew these were special.  I wanted to see those nipples I actually felt
stiffening under my palms.

   "Now unclasp the bra".

   It undid at the front, and there they were for me to handle.  So shapely
and firm, perky and proud....  no sag lines.  Slightly less golden than her
Latin skin colour, but so silky and warm to the touch.  Aureoles about the
size of our new two pound coin and as brown as her long, hard nipples.  I
should have kissed them, I thought as I stroked them, I leaned forward
across her desk and licked the nearest breast, took the nipple in my mouth
and sucked on it.

   I creamed my underpants!  A huge, body-shaking orgasm, so powerful the
pleasure that it was nearly painful.  My pants felt wet and sticky.....

   Bugger!  Still there would be other opportunities to make this
"superior" woman pay for humiliating humble students.

   All the same I reached down into the tight waistband of her black skirt,
and found her smooth belly, then the satin and lace counterpart of her bra.
Fingers inside the panties....  and I found hair.  A lot of hair.  I just
knew it would be a gross and grotesque mat of curly black hair. 
Disgusting. How I had hoped she would be shaved!

   The only other cunt I had seen (this was so long before internet porn
was freely available!) had been on the beach two years before, when a
teenage girl getting out of her wet costume had let the towel slip to the
floor to reveal such pretty little tits with rose nipples.  More to the
point, nearly hairless pubes: she was blonde and probably only twelve and
any hair would have been fine, ash-blonde and near invisible.  My eyes had
been drawn for just those two seconds as she bent down to recover the
towel. So ever since my masturbation had featured images of young teenage
girls, hairless cunts, silky white tan-lined mounds, rounded and soft, and
those so-pretty hairless delicate pink cunt-lips.  This ripe woman with her
luxuriant pubes was a real turn-off.



   "Dress again, and continue.  You will forget completely the last ten
minutes."

   Finally the hour was up and she dismissed me, but with such an arrogant
boredom in her voice that I was really angry!

   "Right you stuck-up bitch!  I'll sort you out!"

   I turned and concentrated on her face, muttering: "Now go down to Moor
Street and into the tanning lounge.  Tell them they are to wax your pussy
and arse completely, make it as smooth as your breasts..."

   She made no comment: were it not for The Ring she would have flown into
a rage, phoned the provost and had me kicked out of the university.  As it
was.  Proven!  I could really use the ring for as much sexual gratification
as I wanted.  "Do what you will" indeed.



   I lay awake that night planning and scheming.  I was no good with women,
unlikely to persuade any to let me fuck them, at least the pretty ones I
might fancy.  I never fancied whores: to be honest I was a bit afraid of
the brazen bitches down Janner Street behind the station and I hadn't the
spare cash in any case.  But The Ring gave endless possibilities of
completely safe rape, that would not even feel like rape, not demanding the
determination, willingness to risk, and above all the physical strength I
would have needed to rape without it.  I guessed that The Ring would not
only ensure there would be no struggle, but could probably be used to give
at least the impression of compliance, of consent.  Perhaps even of mutual
pleasure: I should have felt further down to see if Mrs Evans had been at
all aroused by my caressing and sucking her tits, whether her clit was hard
and her cunt nice and juicy.  Never mind, I would soon be finding out
whether that was one of The Ring's attributes.
I was certainly going to fuck Mrs Evans, and soon, with her shaven
pussy....  but I also decided that what I truly wanted was that little girl
on the beach with her boyish hips, properly juvenile pussy, and tiny, firm
titties.  I could obviously have as many such girls as I wanted: the

problem would be where, safely....

   I needed a good van!

   Which meant I needed some cash.

   And I knew where I could begin.



   I had seen her leaving the shop the week before, clutching a white
plastic carrier bag: unless, like me, she had been ahead of you in the bank
you would not have guessed that innocent bag was full of banknotes, Monday
morning with two days' take in it.  Stacks of notes!  Too easy!  Monday
morning I loitered on the pavement, seeming to read the ads on the window
of a news-agent.  She came along, clittering on her on her high heels, in
her up-market shop uniform and looking so lovely.  I mentally undressed
her, and imagined prominent tits, a tiny waist, and a trim but rounded bum.
Oh, and a pink-lipped shaved pussy of course!

   I had chosen a place where there were no cameras (there were almost none
anywhere back then), and where a large lorry delivering flowers to a
florist was blocking the view from the other side of the road.

   "Put the bag against the wheel of the lorry, turn round and go back to
your shop.  You will remember you have been to the bank, and nothing else
about the trip."

   She did!  I picked it up, put it in my rucksack, waited at the bus-stop
and in a couple of minutes was away.

   I counted it.  £5255.  Enough for a good van.

   But I also got a few more hundred by waiting near banks' cash-dispensers
and telling people to hand me their purses or wallets....  and forget they
had seen me....

   Enough to fit the van out with a king-sized mattress, duvets, bed-linen,
pillows and cushions....  and a fridge.

   Ready for some fun.



   Chapter Two

   I knew where I would start: Queen Elizabeth High school for Girls had a
really sexy school uniform: in summer black blazer, white poplin shirt and
tie, black skirt, black court shoes.  The girls were all rather
middle-class, well-groomed, clean and very, very tasty!  Dozens of Girls
who exactly matched my masturbatory fantasies were now available to me.  I
needed to find one alone, and at a time when the street was deserted (also
there were many less cars about back then).

   No problem.  The girls all came and left in a crowd at the beginning and
end of the school day.  But there were always several who, presumably for
visits to the doctors, or just playing truant, came along the leafy avenue
by themselves at odd times during the day.  I sat in the van pretending to
read a red-top newspaper and watched, a good hundred yards from the
school....  not to attract attention!  I rejected the first three: too old,
too fat, too ugly, and then Little Miss Perfect came along, carrying her
blazer by its tag in the summer heat.

   "Open the van door and lay down on the mattress.  Stay there and do not
move until you are told."

   It worked, and I put the van in gear, pulled off and parked in a quiet
car-park only a couple of minutes from the school, a beauty spot that would
be busy in the holidays or at weekends, but was deserted except for my van
this working day.  I chose to park in the shade of an oak tree, not in the
full sunlight.



   She was laying there quietly on her back her legs close together, a
wet-dream in her school uniform, blonde pony-tail, English-rose complexion,
and lips red without any trace of lip-stick.  Her eyes were clear blue and
looked up at me calmly, gently, so-innocent and yet so trusting.  I blessed
The Ring!  I guessed she was eleven or twelve, no more, and still very
slender, fine, long, slim legs like a young colt in spring, arms slender
too....  but not skinny!  Oh no!  I was sure beneath that dazzling white
cotton I would find lovely little breasts, perhaps milk-white, perhaps
golden-tanned like her legs and arms.  They did not push at the cotton like
Mrs Evans' but there was enough roundness and hint of nipples to show she
would not prove to be flat-chested.  I did want tits!  Young, yes, but old
enough to have tits!T

   I switched on the light, shut and locked the door, and lay beside her.

   "I'm Ewan.  What's your name?"

   Her voice sounded completely normal, matter of fact as she replied with
a lovely little smile,"Jennifer".

   Well, Jennifer you are really pretty and I think we should have some fun
together.  You would like that wouldn't you?"

   "Yes."

   There was neither reluctance nor real enthusiasm in her voice.  I
realised that while I was wearing The Ring this little beauty would always
agree with me and willingly do anything I wanted: that I could do anything
to her.  I could rely on passive compliance, but not wholehearted
involvement in any frolics.  I could live with this: I imagined The Ring
switched off something in her mind, while leaving more primitive
physiological responses intact: that would be just right for me.

   How often had I imagined running my hand up the naked thigh of one of
those slender, hoity-toity High School girls...  feeling warm, smooth
thighs, fit and firm, but so soft on the inside leg, that teasing gap
between the thighs right at the top seen in the swimming pool or on the
beach, but now mine to enjoy, and above all the lovely hidden pussy....

   Well, now I did just that.  I pulled her closer to me.  "Hug me!", I
said, and she did, of course.  I passed my arm over her bum, and slipped my
hand under her skirt.  She may even have hugged me a little tighter as I
ran my hand up her warm, smooth flesh to reach her panties. 
School-regulation cotton I guessed, and elasticated at the legs.  I forced
my hand between her legs, and she may even have opened them a bit so I
could feel her crotch...  dry as yet...  and the crease of her lips beneath
the cotton.  I pressed and rubbed through the cotton where her clitoris
should be.  Now I was certain she was hugging me tighter.

   "Kiss me".  I pressed my mouth to hers and slipped my tongue into it.  I
was astounded that she reciprocated by slipping her tongue into my mouth.
Was this The Ring, or did she really want some "fun".  Perhaps not as
innocent as she looked.  Some little girl-friend she had practised with? 
Some boy more enterprising than young EwanMac?  I wondered if she was a
virgin: well I knew how to find out.  I might not have known a great deal
about girls' anatomy practically, but I did theoretically.  Sad!
I convinced myself that there was now some dampness in the cotton, and
was able to slip a finger under the elastic to find her pussy.  How often
had I dreamed of this, looked at cute little bottoms in hot-pants or
micro-mini skirts in the shopping centre Saturdays and thought what

paradise lay hidden just an arm's length plus a finger away!

   The lips were closed, but when I forced my index finger between them....
slippery, wet!  My theory about physiological responses was correct: my
future sex-partners might be in some ways not completely conscious but
their nubile bodies would be wide-awake and reacting.

   I wanted her naked.  I told her so, that I wanted to kiss her breasts.

   Her shirt buttoned down the front and I opened it: little white cotton
bra.  I searched for a clasp.  No luck.  I felt her tits through the
cotton, and they were nice little mounds, firm, round, nipples quite
prominent and hard.

   She giggled.  Yes!  She giggled.

   "There isn't a clasp.  They just slip over.  I'll have to take my shirt
off first."

   I worked out that once I had said I wanted her naked, she had no choice
but to comply, and with every indication of happy acceptance.  I was
certain this would not happen without The Ring....

   The bra slipped off over her blonde hair, and she lay waiting for the
caress.  Her breasts were tiny but fully formed, rounded with pretty little
pink aureoles hardly bigger than mine, but the nipples were quite long,
puffy.  I stroked one breast and the skin was warm, silky smooth under my
palm.  I squeezed gently...  firmer even than Mrs Evans my only comparison
as yet....  She liked that and gave a little sigh, smiling passively.

   "Take your skirt off now."

   White cotton panties, and they were indeed damp now at the crotch,
pulled up tight and pushed into the crease of her cunt where I had pressed
and rubbed her clitoris.

   I leaned over and kissed that sacred damp patch, fulfilling one of my
oldest masturbation fantasies: smelling the girlie-scent of tight
school-girl panties.  Schoolgirl inside them!

   "And now the panties."

   She lay naked on the bed, except for cotton ankle socks and her court
shoes.  I opened her legs just a few inches to look closely at her
pudenda....  remember this was all very new to me.  First impression was
they were very pretty, the soft, rounded mons whiter than the light sun-tan
of her belly and chest, lighter even than her breasts, the slight suspicion
of fine hair so ash-blonde as to be near invisible, and those pink, shining
lips.  I lay with my face close and fixed them in my memory: pink and
straight horizontal pelvic bone for an inch or two across leading down to
sort of over-hanging pink fold, and then quite plump lips closed.  I opened
them with finger and thumb and was astounded at the darker pink inside but
mostly how wet and juicy she was.  Did sexual commands backed by The Ring
over-ride the inhibitions a just-pubescent girl must surely feel?

   "How old are you, Jennifer?"

   "Twelve next month."

   "Well here's an early birthday present."

   I pressed my open mouth to her pussy, enclosing the whole of her lips
between my lips.  Then I pulled the lips apart again with thumb and
forefinger and licked upwards, supping the spicy juices, finding her
clitoris now a hard little nub, licking it, and then pulling it with my
lips.

   "Oooh!"

   "Nice, Jennifer?"

   "Don't stop!"

   I made it up as I went along never having given oral sex before, but I
got it right: I expect it's instinctive.  As I licked up and down, sticking
the tip of my tongue in each time it passed over the entrance to her
vagina, licking around and over her clitoris and pulling at it with my lips
each time I reached it.  I Felt her breasts, fondling, squeezing gently.

   She started to move her hips to maximise the contact, and I found my
whole face...  my nose and chin...  was rubbing there as well as my mouth.
I was being bathed in intoxicating love-juice.  And then

   "Oooooh!"

   That yell was so loud I was afraid some passer-by might hear it.  But
there was more to come as her body wriggled and writhed under my hands,

   "Aaaaah!  Oh!  Oh Oh Oooooh!"

   And then silence.

   I returned to suckling on herb titties.

   "What happened?"

   "That always happens, Jennifer.  It's lovely isn't it?  Have you got a
boyfriend?"

   "No."

   "But there's a boy who you like?"

   "There's Martin, but he's fifteen."

   "This is what you should do, Jennifer.  Tell him you want to kiss him.
He'll want that too as you are so pretty.  And when you are kissing put
your hand down and feel this."

   I placed her small, soft hand on my raging cock and she held it.

   "Then kiss it and tell him he must kiss you here."

   I pressed my hand to her pussy, and on an impulse pushed my finger in.
It was tight and almost immediately it was stopped.  Hymen, I thought,:
she's virgin of course.  My finger slipped past it with the lubrication
created by her arousal, until inside her as far as my first knuckle I could
finger fuck her, stretching but not breaking the hymen membrane: pity to
take her cherry with anything but a hard cock.

   "He'll want to stick his cock in you: you must let him, and ask him to
if he doesn't do it without being asked.  And now I'm going to put mine in
you: that's what they call fucking."

   "I know that, silly!"

   I thought it would be easier from behind, so I turned her over and
spread her buttocks to see the prettiest little rose-bud, and those pink,
glistening lips.  I pulled her up to a kneeling position, opened the lips,
was about to place my cock and push...  when I came.  Over-excited by her
young body and her compliance I came spurting a streamer of cum over her
tanned back and white bottom, another and another.  Damn.  Bugger!

   I rubbed some of the spunk into her buttocks and pussy but finally knew
I would not get it up again for at least half an hour after one as powerful
as that and it would be dangerous to keep her that long so close to where I
had abducted her.  So I wiped her with the towel, told her to get dressed,
drove her back, told her to forget she had even met me or seen the van,
forget everything since she left the school gates, and left her to continue
her walk to wherever.



   Not satisfactory at all, I thought.  If I was going to be like this I
needed to think it through.  I needed much longer.  Overnight would be best
but certainly more than a few minutes, which meant some serious planning.

   I bought a porta-potty for the van!

   But before I had another girl, there was Mrs Evans to be evicted from my
fantasies.  Hopefully sexily shaven by now I would have her after the
Monday seminar.



   Chapter Three

   The way she was dressed it looked as if Mrs Evans was going on to some
function after her seminar: she looked completely shagable in her tight
gold satin dress with slits up almost to the hips like one of those Chinese
chongsans (probably the wrong word, but you get the idea).  It was made
"respectable" for the seminar by a university-badged blazer, presumably
borrowed from Mr Evans (who lectured on Comparative Religions, I think). 
When she sat however careful she was to cross her ankles, I'm sure I was
not the only one admiring slender legs, long in glossy tan tights.... 
stockings perhaps (Oooh the feel of glossy stocking tops and then the
silkiness of naked flesh above them: again wet-dream time!) and the way the
blazer was pushed out and emphasised the fullness and firmness of her
breasts.  Gold satin showed her tanned neck off to perfection, her blonde
shoulder-length hair, and those killer gold high heels.  Must be a dinner
dance somewhere I guessed.

   Well she would be a bit late!

   I loitered while the other dozen or so lads and lasses went off...  to
the pub, to steamy love-nests, wherever, and she shuffled her papers.

   I muttered.  "Tell me to come with you to your office, open it, let me
in and lock the door behind us."

   She did not even look at me while I said this under my breath, but she
did ask me.



   Her office was still warm though the sun had nearly set, and she stood
there looking at me, clearly at a loss as to why I was there, and what was
going on.

   "Take that blazer off.  Come her and kiss me: grope my bum and cock
while you do."

   She kissed well, passionately even, thrusting her tongue into my mouth,
licking around my teeth, tongue, nibbling my lower lip, and all the time
the arm round my back was feeling my bum, a hand between us grasping my
almost immediately erect cock.  I could smell the shampoo she had used, a
clean lemon scent, and the perfume she had dabbed behind her ears.  Smelled
expensive.  I stroked her shining hair as we kissed, and fondled her bum
through the satin dress.  I found I could get my hand through the slit in
the side and onto her knickers, silk stretched tight across her buttocks.
We were writhing together and she had one leg between mine as I slipped my
hand inside the loose leg of her panties, and under to find her hairless
pussy.  Bingo!  Just what I most hoped.

   "Turn round."

   The satin dress was tied at the neck, beneath her shoulder-length hair,
and her back was naked to her lower waist, a lovely expanse of tanned gold
beauty.  The dress had a clasp at the top of its waist, but the whole gave
an impression of lightness, airy.  She was so beautiful: I put my arms
around her, my hands on her breasts and pulled her back onto me so I could
kiss her back and lick her neck, just where her hair was finest.

   I turned her round again.

   Undress me, darling, and see what you are going to get."

   She pulled my t-shirt up and off, and knelt to unlace my trainers. 
Still kneeling she unclasped my belt and pulled my shorts down and over
first one bare foot and then the other.  My cock sprang free....  no
underpants for this evening!

   "Now suck!"

   I stroked her hair as I gently shagged her mouth: I wondered if she had
special skills or whether all females would be able to give this pleasure
as she fluttered her tongue up and down the front of my shaft, tickling
especially just under the glans where I am most sensitive.  she looked up
at me with a sort of admiration in her eyes I never thought to see from a
woman, and certainly not from the almost aristocratic Proff.

   I could have cum so easily.

   "Now you undress."

   She pulled at the bow at her neck and the front of the dress fell
forward, Black lacy bra.  The catch at the waist had a sort of quick
release, and she reached behind, clicked something and the whole dress fell
away to a pool of gold silk around her ankles.  She stepped delicately out,
confident on very high heels.

   I took in the satin bra, the tight, tiny panties, and above all the lacy
suspender belt and glossy tan stockings, stocking tops especially glossy.

   "Take off the bra and panties.  Leave the stockings and suspender belt,
and sit on the edge of your desk facing me."

   She sat there smiling and confident, though there was something in her
eyes, not quite vacant, not quite mystified, not quite surprised, probably
a mixture of all three.  It was a look I would later come to recognise as
the effect of The Ring, and an assurance it was working as designed and it
was safe for me.

   I looked her up and down: her tits were, some would say, nicer than
little Jennifer's, but that's a matter of taste.  I would agree they were
very fine breasts, rounded, firm, no sag lines under, good muscle-tone and
flawless Latin olive-brown colouring.  Nipples erect already, long, brown,
breasts crowned by brown, large aureoles.  On balance I found the little
girl's breasts sexier, perhaps because less femininely threatening in their
little-girliness.  Torso and belly toned, belly not quite flat, slightly
rounded, but she was clearly a gym-regular.  Then it got even better: her
mound, shaven now, was lighter coloured than her belly and gentler, more
femininely swelling and rounded, the pubic bone now hairless and pink
skinned rather than golden, and pink too her cunt-lips, both shining in the
overhead neon light.

   I looked closely at the lips: the hood over the clitoris was much fuller
than Jennifer's and the folds of skin were more complicated than the
elegant simplicity of the little girl's.  As I watched, the lips seemed to
plump and open slightly so an erect pink pearl peeped out just under that
hood.

   She had found my interest in her pudenda sexually stimulating!

   Time for me to kneel in front of her, clasp her thighs, and pull her
legs wide apart.  I pulled her forward an inch so her pussy was clear of
the edge of the desk and placed my open mouth over it.

   "Oooooh!"

   As she yelped she grasped my hair and pulled my face even closer: she
wanted it as much as me.  Perhaps the Rev Proff Evans did not suck her
pussy?  Well student EwanMac was going to for him.

   The taste and scent were intoxicating, and I would not have dared to
touch my cock for fear of making it cum.  Didn't want another of those
episodes!  In any case my hands were otherwise occupied, both of them
reaching up to squeeze and maul her tits.  She was wet, and getting wetter
as I licked her crease up and down, feeling the softness around the vaginal
opening, though I suspected there would be muscles just behind that deeper
red flesh, and feeling too the hard little nub as my tongue passed over it
upwards and downwards again.

   She was holding onto my hair for grim life, and pushing her cunt forward
into my face.  I had to relinquish her tits and hold onto a thigh to steady
myself as we both got more passionate.

   Won't be long now, I thought, and thrust a finger up her vagina:
gripped! She would be tight and have a muscular cunt when the moment came.

   Her moment in fact came almost immediately she felt the invading finger,
and she yelled.....  I hoped the building was empty by now!

   It must have been no-one came, despite more cries of joy, squeaks and
squeals.  I found time to think that the blockage in little Jennifer's cunt
must indeed have been the virgin's hymen as all was free and open here.

   Ah well!  Plenty more eleven and twelve year old girls to seduce and
take their cherries!

   I wanted her cunt: that was what I had come for, or at least part of the
plan.

   I stood up while those spasms ad after-shocks were still obviously
coursing through her, grasped her by the knees and put her legs over my
shoulder so she fell backwards with a crash, her cunt still jutting a
couple of inches over the edge of the desk.  The height was just right: I
could stand comfortably, place my cock in her cunt-crease, wipe it up and
down to mix her juices with my own pre-cum, put the knob where the darker
red indicated the vagina entrance and push.

   Warmth!  Wetness!  Tightness!  As my shaft slid inexorably home till my
hairy pubes touched her bare pudenda.  She was making little cooing noises:
I started to fuck and Jeez!  she was coming again before I managed a dozen
thrusts.  Lovely, and multi-orgasmic.  I had chosen my first successful
rape either well or more honestly luckily.

   However, I had no interest in her orgasm beyond the fact that the spasms
were milking my penis as her cunt gripped and released with each spasm.  We
males are lucky if we get three like that: she was having dozens.  I
speeded up, and leaned forward to handle her tits again.  Now she was
getting some of my weight as well as the thrust of my cock, and my
no-longer-gentle handling of her tits.  And I was coming.  She came yet
again and that did it for me.  Her spasms triggered the tension, the
feeling that had been growing somewhere in my arse, and I spurted deep, my
cock touching her cervix at the end of each of three great spurts. 
Balls-emptying!  Draining!  Marvellous!  Much, much better than the best
imaginable hand-job.



   We were both quiet for a couple of minutes.

   I wanted more, but my cock was only half-hard when I pulled it out.  She
sat with her legs hanging down again, arms behind her, leaning back on
them. Tits stood up well in this position and I felt life beginning again
in my cock.

   "Not done yet, darling.  Kneel again and suck me hard!

   It worked, in seconds.

   "There's a tube in my trouser pocket, get it."

   "Now squeeze some onto my cock and smear it all over, then over your
anus, and some inside your arse-hole."

   "Now bend over the desk, legs apart."

   What a lovely sight.  A beautiful rounded bum, a lighter gold than her
back, framed by the pastel blue lace of her suspender belt.  Her shapely
legs teetering a bit on high heels, stocking tops and that magic six inches
of flesh above them.  Above all her pussy lips dripping cum and her juices
down her thigh, and some straight onto the floor.  Lovely pussy from the
back too, but her bottom was the centre of attention now.

   A hand on each buttock I spread the cheeks: her rose-bud was a brownish
pink, tight closed, pretty.  I would have kissed it, but I knew the lube
had a taste: next time I would delay lubricating the arse till I had rimmed
it a few minutes.  We live and learn: practise makes perfect!

   "Have you ever been fucked in the arse, darling."

   "Yes."

   I was not expecting that answer!

   "Who?  Your husband?"

   "Oh no.  He's a good Catholic.  He never would.  No, not him.  It's a
secret and I'm not allowed to say: it was my daddy."

   My only thought was 'Good Lord.' The aristocratic Proff Mrs Evans
buggered by her father!

   "How old were you?"

   "Ten".

   Fucking hell!  If a ten-year-old girl could take cock in her bum then
I'll be ok with my favoured eleven and twelves...

   The height was still just about ok this hole, this way and I placed my
cock and pushed.  I decided more lube was needed and squeezed some on my
fingers and shoved one finger in, then two.  Pulled out and tried again. 
This time after a slight resistance the knob sort of popped in and all the
shaft followed.  I'm afraid I was by no means gentle and holding onto her
tits for leverage fucked her ruthlessly hard.

   For a "second coming" it did not take long.  She was tight, beautiful
and completely passive.  I came within minutes, almost knackered by the
effort by the time my cock decided it was ready and spat its cum in her
arse.

   No shit when I pulled out.  Lucky that.  I guessed that if I was going
to fuck girls in the arse I could expect some shit.  Goes with the
territory.  I had brought an old cloth in case, and wiped my cock, her
arse, her thighs and pussy too.

   I left her bent there, a sexy pose, while I dressed, shoved the cloth in
my pocket.  One last question.

   "Do you use birth control?"

   "No!  I'm a good catholic like my husband."

   So I might be a daddy!  I would keep an eye on her: a good catholic
would not abort....

   There was just the usual careful instruction about dressing and
forgetting, and I walked away, a much less sexually frustrated EwanMac.



   Chapter Four

   Amazingly that was enough sex until I got the strong urge again Friday.
I would have a girl Saturday.  And be more careful this time to really have
her, to give myself time to really gorge myself on her sweet young body.

   In the meantime I sobered up enough from my sexual excitement to realise
that The Ring gave me unequalled advantages as a businessman.  In
negotiations, buying, selling, dealing I would have a massive unfair
advantage.  I could get rich and quick.

   I looked around the city I lived in and found a couple of office blocks
and a block of flats....  all three tenanted already....  that were
tempting as they belonged to local individuals rather than large companies.
I could obviously buy them real cheap, and there should be no problem
raising the finance: I could either steal it, or more likely "persuade"
lenders to lend at a low rate of interest!  This would be almost as much
fun as sex, and be buggered if I would carry on with the bloody University
course!

   I would become a property entrepreneur....  and rich.

   As a starter.



   Saturday morning I parked the van and loitered around the Shopping
Centre, reading a paper sitting on a bench, or window-shopping.

   There were the usual gaggles of teenage girls, at least half a dozen of
them making my cock twitch as I mentally stripped them, or imagined the
feel of their young flesh under my palms, but they would still be about in
an hour's time and you never know a real little nymphet might appear!

   She did.  I had half expected to choose a lovely Indian girl, but more
probably a European blonde, but this little beauty was Afro.

   First off, she was lively and animated, the life and soul of the group
of half a dozen giggling, laughing girls strutting their stuff.  She was
taller than the others, but not, I guessed older.  Eleven or twelve.  What
really caught my attention was her long, bare, slender legs, and those
tight denim shorts.  Her legs ended in the cutest little triangle of faded
denim folds tight over her pussy.  She had a small bum, scarcely more than
a boy would have, but more rounded, and a bit jutting: her hips were still
boyish.  She had on a garish pink and purple top, too tight to be decent,
and showing her belly button and an acre of lovely teenage flesh around it.
Unless she had a padded bra...  which seemed unlikely...  she had tits a
bit more developed than her friends.  Surprisingly she had European rather
than African features, with the sort of high cheekbones you see in women
from the dry parts of North and East Africa, rather than the more podgy
faces of those from the jungly bits.  She was not really black, more a
chocolate brown.  Her hair was braided tight against her scalp in an
intricate pattern.

   AS she walked, there was a sort of arrogance and elegance in her stride
and bearing, sophistication beyond her years.  She was the one, and I knew
it immediately.

   The Ring on my finger I looked at her and silently instructed her to
tell the others she was going to the toilets.  To go there, but not return.
Instead go out to the car-park, find Row 'S', find the white van at the
very end of the parking rank, open the rear door, go in, and lay down and
sleep because she would be very sleepy.

   There are no cameras in that part of the car-park, as I had checked and
double checked.

   While she went to the toilets, I went back to the van and sat in the
front seat facing a tall concrete wall, waiting with cock erect in
anticipation, listening to music.  I heard the van doors open and close. 
Yes!

   Van in gear, reverse, and out of the car-park, along the road and into
the countryside.  Lay-bye on a country road just big enough for one van,
and where I had often seen camper-vans parked overnight.  Clearly no-one
bothered them, so no-one would bother me and my pretty little captive.  The
van had an access from the cab to my improvised bed-room so no need to open
the back doors.  Very discrete.



   She was laying on her back, asleep as instructed, one hand under her
head, the other resting on that denim triangle which had first attracted me
to her.  The sleeping beauty!  Well this Prince was not going to awaken her
yet.  Some innocent adolescent fantasies to realise first!

   I stripped off my t-shirt and started to undo my belt.  I stopped: it
would be better if she did that and if she then unzipped, and removed my
shorts.  I was naked beneath, of course.  I slipped my sandals off and
stood over her, so quiet, so beautiful, so young and so seeming innocent. I
lifted her hand with my toe and let my foot nestle against that denim
triangle I had admired so much.  She did not awake, of course.

   I lay beside her and as I put my arms around her could smell a delicate
perfume of lavender: a real little-girl's scent I now know after years of
cuddling little girls!  I held her for several minutes feeling her bosom
rise and fall as she breathed calmly, teasing myself as my cock stiffened.

   Finally I could wait no longer and I whispered in her ear.

   "I am going to kiss you, and when I do you can wake up.  You will be
feeling very loving and will want to put your arms around me and kiss me
properly."

   I kissed her gently on her lips, and she stirred, immediately hugging me
close and kissing me passionately, mouth wide open and her tongue in my
mouth.

   Oh boy!  She would do anything asked, of that I was sure.

   "What's your name, little one?"

   "Melisande, but everyone calls me Poppy."

   "You are very beautiful, Poppy, and you must have a boy-friend.  What's
his name?"

   "Gary."

   "Now we're going to pretend that I'm Gary and Poppy and Gary can have
some fun on this fine, springy mattress.  You will enjoy that, won't you?"

   "Oh yes, Gary.  It's nice and warm and soft here.  Let's have some fun."

   She reached down and grasped my cock through my shorts, giggled, and
confirmed the illusion was complete.  "You're always like this, Gary,
whenever there's a chance of some fun.  You must fancy me something
dreadful!"

   "Undo my belt and unzip me, Poppy.  Get it out..."

   She kissed me as she grasped my cock, as passionate as the first kiss. I
licked her teeth, her tongue, all round her mouth...

   "Every time I think it's bigger.  I think you are growing, Gary."

   I raised my bum so she could pull my shorts down and off.

   "I want to kiss it."

   She did not wait for an answer and I felt her lips on the front of my
cock, then her lips licking just under the knob, where it is most
sensitive. She licked right round my shaft immediately under the glans and
then held my cock so she could look at the cock-head, which was beginning
to leak pre-cum She knew what she was doing, at least when it came to
simple caresses and kissing!

   I slipped a hand up under her cropped top.  No bra...  as I had guessed
by the outline of nipples in the garish coloured cotton.  Her flesh was
warm and silky to the touch: I felt a breast and found it firm, rounded,
stiff-nippled.  Small, and all the better for that, I thought, surprising
myself.  I had always imagined firm tits, but small?  They were delightful
little hand-fulls.

   "And I want to kiss your tits, Poppy."

   "I like that.  Let me...."

   And unbidden, without a new instruction using The Ring she pulled the
top up and over her head.  As her arms stretched up I had the most
delightful vision of perky little teenage breasts, slightly less deep brown
than her torso, but a very sexy light-chocolate colour.  Her aureoles, were
a deeper brown and about the size of a ten p coin...  no more...  and those
puffy little brown nipples surprisingly long just invited kissing.

   So I did just that, kissing that firm flesh first, feeling the texture
with my sensitive tongue.

   I felt one breast with both hands: small as only to be expected at her
age...

   "How old are you, Poppy."

   "Eleven years and two months.  Your cock is leaking again, Gary.  I'm
going to taste it this time..."

   I watched as she licked the eye of my cock with her pointed tongue and a
strand of liquid stretched between cock-head and tongue briefly before it
snapped.

   "No taste.  Nice feel though."

   Her breast was warm and silky to the touch, small enough to cup entirely
in one hand, and round like a champagne glass.  Very firm and with a stiff
little nipple.  My lips were on her other breast, licking, sucking and
mostly nibbling her nipple, pulling at it with pursed lips, releasing it
and then pushing it in so it could pop up again when I removed my tongue. A
great game, and truly exciting.

   "That's nice.  Gary.  I'm all tingly...."

   "I want to kiss you all over, Poppy.  Every bit of your lovely
body....."

   She giggled.  "Even down here?"

   She clasped my hand and placed it on that so-revealing-yet-concealing
faded blue denim triangle.

   "Especially there."

   "Then you'll need these off."

   She was undoing a button at the waist and as she lifted her bottom I
eased them over her hips and down to her ankles, and off.  She was wearing
a plain black nylon thong which just cupped her little honey pot.  I
nuzzled it with my lips and nose and scented the heady perfume of aroused
pussy mixed with a cheap lavender perfume.  It was damp.  Lovely!  She
closed her thighs around my head trapping it and I could have died happy
those slender, firm, silky thighs pressing on my ears and cheeks, and the
scent of her in my nostrils.  She opened her legs again.

   "I can feel your nose rubbing on my clitty, Gary.  Let me take these
off."

   Panties pulled down and kicked away.  Naked pussy for EwenMac!

   This was only the third naked pussy I had seen: and me in my twenty
first year!  Shaming!  And the very first brown one.  But what a beautiful
little-girl-pussy.  I took it all in making sure that I had every detail
recorded in my memory to be recalled whenever I wanted arousal!

   Her mound was delicately rounded, in contrast to her flat, athletic
belly, the skin tone there the same chocolate brown as her belly but with
just the lightest fluff of very fine black hairs at the base of it, across
her pubic bone.  This seemed to hood and protect her cunt, pussy lips still
hairless at eleven, but nicely plump and the same light brown as her
thighs, lighter in fact than her belly.  The lips were closed, and there
was no sign of the clitoris that I had been teasing with my nose through
the damp nylon.  I parted the lips with finger and thumb, causing a sigh of
pleasure from the hypnotised girl.  Bright pink the inner lips, and a
darker pink place which I assumed was the vaginal entrance....  I would
certainly explore that soon!  Her clitoris was small, smaller than Mrs
Evans, and in my memory smaller than my first little-girl captive.  But it
glistened like a little pink pearl, and her whole cunt was very wet indeed
when I felt with my finger, warm and wet.

   "Please, Gary.  You know what I like...."

   Well I may not have known like the real 'Gary' but I could certainly
guess and I applied my open mouth to that pink gash.

   Another sigh, and legs just a bit wider, her hands on my head, clutching
my hair and pushing my face onto her pussy.  It was sopping wet, and as I
started licking her closed vaginal opening, her slit, and round and round
her little clitoris she got wetter and wetter.  Lucky Gary!  And lucky
EwanMac as well.  This session could have been one of tears and bondage
restraint, and how much better willing compliance even if it was by magic
and trickery.  Rape, yes, but with all the trappings of mutual pleasure. 
We would see, perhaps, something different when I got to fuck her.  And I
intended that.  And more...

   Her hips were moving under me now, rhythmic up and down, raking her cunt
up and down my whole face, my mouth and nose, even my forehead and chin
rubbing against her clit, I was bathed in he juices, heady with the taste
and scent of aroused pussy.

   I had been stroking her body, thighs, hips, tits, almost automatically,
unthinking, but I wanted to find out if she was virgin.  I stuck my finger
in her vagina and found no hymen....  not a proof of course as there were
so many ways a teenage or even pre-teen girl could break her hymen,
especially if she was as easily aroused as this one.  Hurdling, jumping,
gymnastics: she was a fit little thing.  Banana, carrot, hair-brush, her
own fingers....daddy!

   "No, Gary.  You promised me you wouldn't."

   "Wouldn't what?"

   "Put your finger in there..."

   "It's nice, though, isn't it?" And I didn't say anything about two
fingers!

   It was tight with one finger, but I now put two in and started to finger
fuck her, feeling her vagina tighten even more.  She was fit down there as
well as in her belly, breasts and those slender thighs I realised, and the
vagina walls were smooth and muscled, gripping as her hips started moving
again.  I concentrated on her little nub, teasing it with my tongue,
nibbling it with pursed lips, holding it between my lips and pulling it,
pressing it hard with the tip of a pointed tongue, and all the time
finger-fucking.  She was so wet now her cunt was squirting....

   And she came...

   "Oh Gary!  Ooooooh.  I'm cumming...." A series of grunts, her cunt
gripping my finger with each, her whole body tensing and relaxing.  This
went on for what seemed a wonderful long time until she quietened down and
her grip on my hair and head relaxed.  I pulled my fingers out and lay
beside her.

   She will have tasted her pussy on my lips as we kissed.

   "Oh, Gary!  I've never had one like that...  Love you!"

   "See how good it is when you let your cunt enjoy as well as your clitty.
And now I'm going to fuck you, Poppy, fuck your sexy, hot, wet little cunt.
Give it what it needs."

   "Oh no, Gary!  It's too small."

   I was wearing The Ring!

   "We're going to fuck, Poppy, and you are going to love it, and cum even
better than just now."

   I pushed her onto her back and pulled her legs apart: there was a small
dribble of juice from her cunt down towards her anus.  More anus-play
later, I promised myself.  Self lubricating!

   As I lay on top of her she turned her face on its side so she could
breath as my chest bore down on her.  I must have been heavy, and for the
first time I realised the disproportion of our sizes, me adult, she still
tiny, however beautiful and desirable.  I hoped I would not hurt her, but I
was going to have that tight little cunt, whatever that entailed for her
comfort!

   I wiped my cock twice up and down her slot, mixing my pre-cum with her
own squirted love-juice, and decided that the tube of lubricant I had
slipped handily beneath the edge of the mattress would not be needed:
indeed it might even spoil the stimulus of a tight teenage hole, which was
almost certainly virginal...

   I could feel my knob catch on the entrance to her vagina with each pass
and I placed my knob exactly right, pushed, and found resistance.  I wiped
it up and down again and this time used my hand to help force the knob in.

   She gasped, but I felt her arms tighten around me, not push me away. 
Promising!  I took my hand away and pushed again, this time the whole shaft
sliding easily in till my pubic hair touched her pubic bone at the same
time as I felt my knob hit her cervix.  Not giving her time to do more than
gasp I was pulling back only to ram it in even harder.

   Her cunt gripped me.  Jeez!  But she was tight.

   But as I pulled out and thrust back repeatedly the engine was running
more easily: a well-oiled piston, lovely!....  she was getting juicier and
juicier.  Her squeaking "oohs!" and "aaahs!", those little gasps and
panting noises gradually mutated into the moaning sounds of sheer pleasure
as her body responded to mine.  And then I felt her legs around my back,
arms and legs now joining her to me, her body wriggling and writhing under
me, her cunt tightly accepting my cock willingly, eagerly.  I could feel
her lips and mouth on my flesh.  I would have a hickey there, a bite even.

   And then the "Oh Yes!  Oh yes!  Like that, Gary.  I'm cumming! 
Oooooooooo!"

   The illusion was complete.  Her "Gary" had taken her cherry and made her
cum.  As her cunt gripped and released, gripped and released and I felt the
spasms galvanising her frail body, then I was free to cum myself, and I
just let it rip, thrusting hard, brutally, pummelling her clit on the way
in each stroke, her cervix thumped at the end of each.  The orgasm mounted
in my arse, my balls and finally my cock as I poured my sperm into her ,
one, two, three great gushers.

   And the quiet as we both lay motionless, my cock still deep inside her,
her arms and lengths relaxing.

   I pulled out, cock still half-hard, and lay beside her, fondling a
breast and then kissing her on the lips.  there was a languid look in her
eyes.  Legally this had been a rape, but it had not felt like one to me,
and certainly not to her.  Not a rape then!  As I lay there I thought to
myself that one day I would try a real rape, girl unwilling, non-consensual
sex.  I wondered if a young girl could orgasm when truly raped: I would
find out one day I was sure.

   With this happy thought and the beauty of her young body, my cock was
stiffening again.

   "Suck my cock now, Poppy..."

   I stood upright on the mattress, legs apart for steadiness on the
springs, while my little cutie knelt before me.  She reached forward and
lightly held my cock, her smiling eyes fixed on mine as she slowly pushed
her lips over my cock-head.  I heard myself groan with pleasure as I felt
the warmth and wetness, and then the sensation of my cock sliding between
her lips till the whole was in her mouth, my hairy belly pressed against
her cute little nose.

   Now she had one arm around me to support herself, that hand fondling my
arse, while the other cupped my balls as if testing their weight.

   It was almost intolerably sensual, and I heard myself moan as her tongue
fluttered against my cock, just at the most sensitive place immediately
under the glans, at the front.  The real "Gary" had certainly taught his
girlfriend to suck cock!

   Her head bobbed up and down pulling and pushing my cock in her mouth, my
hands on her head, feeling the strangeness of that braided hair alternating
with warm, bare scalp.  I found myself looking down into her eyes, and
think I saw two emotions there...  adoration for her "Gary" and feminine
submission to the male.

   To my surprise it was that submission, even more than the delightful
sensations of her hands pulling at my ball-sack, and tip-tapping my anus,
even more than the sex acts it was her submission and my power over her
that was the most exciting.  I found myself considering buggering her, and
deciding that after I had filled her mouth with cum I would pump some into
her arse.  Yes!

   That thought started to trigger my orgasm: the second one is always more
powerful than the first, and it was like a coiled spring getting tighter
and tighter until suddenly it snapped and the cum surged up my cock to fill
her mouth.  She knew about this....  and spilled not a drop of my first
squirt.  Nor my second.  Nor my third.

   My cumming was so powerful..  I felt momentarily wobbly and lay down,
pulling her to me and kissing her when there was still cum in her mouth,
and on her lips.  I wondered what it would be like to swallow cum....  one
day, perhaps.  I decided it would have to be a young lad, not some great
hairy adult, though.  My cock, still half-hard, began to stiffen at that
thought.  Fuck!  I must be bi-sexual at least a bit...  a boy did not seen
a bad option at all.  One day.....

   I told she had sucked me well, and as her reward I would fuck her in her
arse, take her other cherry as I had taken her first.

   "Oh no, Gary!  Please.  You're too big.  I know it'll hurt."

   "You've got to learn and it may as well be now, Poppy my girl."

   I pulled her up to a kneeling position and slapped her arse.

   The tube of lube was just under the edge of the mattress: I had gone to
the gay sex shop for it as I reckoned their lube would be ace for anal sex.
It certainly felt slippery as I spread it on my cock and then over her
little tight-closed anus, a pretty little place.  She gasped as I
penetrated with my index finger and smeared some on the inside of her anal
sphincter.  It contracted and gripped my finger.  I paused and then started
to stretch her a bit.  Acquiescence!  No protests, but whether this was The
Ring or just an acceptance of the inevitability of anal rape, who knows?  I
certainly did not care!

   She was quietly sobbing!  Fuck!  The pillow would get wet....

   And now for the real act of domination, of possession, of control!  I
wanted this even more than her mouth, her pretty pussy, her tits, I wanted
her tight little flower nestling between those silky buttocks.  I placed my
knob and pushed.  Despite being rock hard my cock actually bent as her anus
resisted violation.  I held it in my right hand, placed it again, and
pushed.  And my cock-head sort of popped in, followed by a scream of pain.

   "Oh No!  Gary!  How could you.  Stop!  It hurts.  It hurts terrible."

   "Oh shut up, girl!  You've got to learn to take it up the arse if you
want to stay with me.  If you really love me you'll just shut up and take
it!"

   I pushed again and my shaft slipped in about half way.  I can still
recall how tight it was, and how amazingly hot up there.  No wonder guys
liked fucking women in the arse, and I suspected young girls would be even
tighter, especially anal virgins.  Like Poppy was till a second or two ago!

   I pulled back as far as my knob and pushed again and this time I went in
all the way, my hairy belly against her silky buttocks.  My cock had
reached the end of her vagina before: here it touched nothing, no end.

   I started to fuck her, and as I did the sobbing increased.  She turned
her head, imploring eyes, and tears running down her cheeks.  Never mind, I
was in full flow now, my thighs beating a rhythmic tattoo on her bum, my
cock reaming out her second virginity.  I slapped that cute arse with my
open hand.  That felt good, too, and I slapped right hand, left hand,
spanking her in time with my thrusts.  I was getting more and more excited,
and knew I would not last out much longer, good as this was.

   I reached under her and grasped a tit with my right hand.  I found the
nipple...  still puffy and erect...  and pulled and twisted it fiercely.  A
scream from the girl!  So I grasped the whole tit and squeezed and wrenched
it.  Another scream and I was coming, a huge orgasm, my third....  never
done that before!....  as I emptied my balls into her.

   I got rid of her by dropping her at a rural bus-stop, telling her to go
back to the Shopping Centre toilets and then return to where she left the
girls, who would be gone by then.  She was allowed to remember that Gary
had shagged her cunt, mouth and arse, but was to forget completely me, the
van and everything else between her two visits to the toilets.



   Chapter Five

   Over the next couple of days my thoughts went often to the Evans family:
Professor Mrs Fiona Evans, The Reverend Professor Roger Evans, and above
all their twins, Mary and Peter.  A good Catholic family, and a waste of
really sexually attractive males and females as, doubtless, the couple
would be boringly faithful, and the delightful thirteen-year-olds still
virgins.  Well, perhaps I could give them something more interesting to
Confess!

   The best time to get all four of them together was Sunday morning, so
there I was at the Church, slipping into the back row almost at the end of
the service.  I could see all four sitting right at the front....  four
blonde heads.  Oh yes!

   I waited at the church-yard gate to allow them to have that brief word
with the priest: you could see they were favoured, indeed "good Catholics".
And then I needed to make sure The Ring could control more than one at a
time.  I had them all discretely scratch their bums at the same time:
amusing and real proof!  So here goes: EwanMac rides again or very soon
will!

   I muttered in their direction: I have been invited to Sunday Lunch with
you.  Roger remind Fiona to remind me.

   All four stopped in front of me, smiling while Mrs Evans reminded me we
were lunching all together at their place, and we walked back, me
arm-in-arm with her, the others chattering happily.

   Two big academic salaries so the house was rather splendid: a tall
ceilinged Edwardian residence, the sort that a lawyer, doctor or academic
would have built.  The main living room was spacious, deep-carpeted and had
two useful looking, huge settees.  I was offered a drink before lunch.

   I had The Ring on my finger.

   "Later, perhaps, but first we should all get naked." This aloud.  No
need to mutter now!  "Peter you undress your daddy, and then Roger you
undress Peter.  I'll undress Mary, and then you, Mary undress me.  Fiona
you just strip naked."

   Mary was wearing a white cotton dress, very simple, knee length with
pleats: ideal for a virgin going to church I thought and despite its
plainness it was sexy: nicely tight across her breasts and at her very
narrow waist.  She could hardly fail to be sexy with that English-rose
complexion and her ash-blonde pony tail with its white ribbon.  She turned
round so I could undo the catch at her neck and slide the short zip down. I
kissed the back of her neck, just where the near-white hair was shortest
and finest and she shivered...  a good sign!  The shiver became a shimmy of
the breasts and hips and the dress fell to her ankles.  She kicked her
white court shoes off (no socks), turned again and stood facing me in her
plain white cotton bra and school-girl white cotton knickers.  The fabric
was soft and had caught in the lips of her pussy so there was a pretty and
very suggestive crease in the cotton.

   My cock was stiff, aching to be released from my khaki shorts...

   She smiled as she reached behind and undid the bra, holding the cups
over her breasts with both hands, a charmingly innocent modesty, before she
let the bra fall to her ankles too with a shrug of her slender shoulders.
She still had narrow, almost boyish hips, and those plain white panties
emphasised this against the tan of her belly and thighs.

   "You have beautiful breasts, Mary," I said as I put my arms around her
and pulled her onto me.

   "All the boys say so and want to touch them." She giggled, shy,
embarrassed little girl giggle.  My cock twitched.

   "And you say no, I suppose?"

   "Of course.  It isn't right!"

   "Then let me show you what you've been missing," I said with a smile as
I cupped a breast in my hand and gently squeezed on it, then drew my
fingers up its rounded shape till fingers held her nipple, which I gently
pulled, then pushed in so that the hard nub could pop up again.  I bent my
head and took that nipple between my lips, nibbling it gently, pulling at
it, licking around it: there were the tiniest, finest, shortest, softest
little near-white blonde hairs on her rosy-pink aureoles, no bigger than a
ten p coin, but the nipples were long and puffy beyond her tender years, as
were her breasts about the size of a tea-cup and wonderfully shapely and
firm.  I nuzzled them with my cheek, feeling their silkiness, while my
impudent finger slipped under the elasticated leg of her knickers, seeking
out her honey-pot.

   "That's nice!  You're right I shouldn't have missed that!"

   "What's nice, Mary?"

   She hesitated, scared of "Dirty talk", but of course she had to answer
(The Ring!).

   "Having you suck my breasts.  Oooooh!  And that too."

   My finger, up inside the soft, tight cotton, had found her pussy lips
and slipped between them ....wet, slippery, I fingered upwards to her
clitoris and pressed hard on it like a bell-push.  My finger slipped off: I
pressed on it again, rubbing it once or twice.

   "Ooooooh"

   "Nice?"

   "Don't stop!"

   "Take them off for me, the panties.  They are in the way..."

   She had the prettiest pussy....fine golden curls in a tiny triangle, and
then the almost hairless lips, pink and plump, but closed despite my
fingering.  Her clitoris was shyly out-of-sight under the overhanging
fleshy hood.  As she stood there, her legs together, she had a tempting gap
between her thighs just under her pussy and it just demanded to be licked,
sucked, fingered.  But first,

   "Lovely breasts and a beautiful body, now undress me and see what your
loveliness has done to me."

   She giggled and pulled my shirt out of the waistband of my shorts, undid
the buttons, and pulled it off.  I kicked off my trainers as she knelt in
front of me fiddling with my belt.  She was so sexy kneeling in submission
as it were, her pony-tail shining, her breasts proud and firm.  Finally she
decided to leave the belt buckle and undo the zip.  My cock just leaped
out, free from its confines, rarin' to go.

   The "Cor!" was heartfelt and made me feel proud as she stared at it.

   I undid the belt and the top button and my shorts fell down.  I lifted
the girl and whispered in her ear.

   "We're going to lay on that nice soft sheepskin rug over there and kiss
and cuddle."

   Peter was naked now, and undressing his father, while his mother had
taken off her outer clothes and was just unfastening her bra.  Who would
have thought a "good Catholic woman" would have such a sexy taste in
lingerie?  Her bra, panties and suspender belt were of black lace and
satin, except for the front panel of the wispy little panties which was
thin black nylon and damn-nearly see-thru.  She was wearing tan stockings,
very glossy, with seams, and still had those killer black high heels on.  I
directed my attention to her....

   "Take off the bra and panties, but keep those sexy stockings and heels,
and the suspender belt."

   She sat on the settee as instructed....  legs open, shamelessly showing
her waxed and shaven pussy.  Lovely.

   Mary's kiss was tentative at first, but as we warmed to each other
became more passionate and at last her tongue entered my mouth....

   But I wanted those tits and that pussy even more.  I licked her breasts
and sucked her nipples for a minute or two but as my fingers told me her
pussy was really hot and wet now, slipped down her body, tongueing her all
the way till my nose was in the pretty triangle and my lips on her
cunt-lips.  Her legs opened wider to admit me, and there was a little gasp
as my tongue parted her lips to taste her juices.  The scent of aroused
teenage pussy was all-invading and as I licked up and down her cleft my
face was bathed in her juices.  I was clutching her slender hips, but
remembered how good her breasts had felt and reached up to caress one of
them while I nibbled and pulled at her clitoris.

   I could have licked her anus, just as her brother was being treated by
his daddy, but I decided to save that for later.  I fully intended to
harvest both her cherries this afternoon.  I was, in fact, astonished at my
generosity in letting Roger pop his son's cherry, something that would bond
father and son for life!  So close this family would be when I'd finished
with them

   I spread some of her cunt juices over her anus with my index finger:
would taste even better later when I did rim her.

   She came, not noisily, but I could feel her body tense and then relax.

   I kissed her on her open mouth again, and she must have tasted her pussy
on my lips: I expect she knew that taste well from her own fingers!

   "Look at them."

   Roger had bent his son over another settee and had his face buried
between the boy's buttocks which he was stroking and fondling at the same
time.  The adult had a good body (better than mine, anyway!) and a
handsome, stiff uncut cock.  But his son was a wet dream with his slender
legs and arms, and flawless, tanned skin.  As he turned his head to smile
and encourage his daddy I could see the boy was enjoying the feel of a
tongue in his anus.

   I reached for my shorts, and took the tube of lube from the pocket.

   "Here, Roger.  Catch!  You'll need this: he'll be tight!"

   He caught it, nodded at me, unscrewed the cap and greased his own cock
before squirting a dollop in the boy's bum-cleavage and rubbing it in.  The
lad gave a little start which I assume was a finger penetrating.

   I concentrated on Peter and used The Ring to tell him to accept his
daddy's cock joyfully, that it would hurt for a second or two but then be
very good.  Roger was a lucky guy to have me on hand to ease the way: Peter
was certainly a virgin and I doubted Roger had ever buggered a man let
alone a boy....  so it could have been disastrous.

   Mary was watching in awe as her daddy pushed his cock in till his hairy
thighs met the boy's smooth bum.  But she was also looking at her mother
who was still leaning back, legs wide apart, and now playing with her
pussy, two handed, a finger inside her vagina while her other hand rubbed
her clitoris.  A porn movie could not have been better: such lovely tits
and the dream of stockings, lacy garter-belt and seamed stockings.

   "She needs you to suck her like I sucked you, Mary: show her how good it
is."

   The momentary hesitation and sudden look of bewilderment and then doubt
had me in near panic for a second or two: perhaps the power of the ring
could not overcome really powerful inhibitions.  My relief was palpable
when that frown was replaced by a sunny smile, and an eager look that was
the nearest to sheer lust I had seen in a female.  She almost skipped
across the room, and flung herself onto her mother, kissing her as ardently
as we had embraced earlier.  Those stockinged legs closed over the girl's
bum trapping her, but Mary wriggled free and her mouth was on mummy's
tit......  for the first time in ten years I would be willing to bet, and
back then it would not be accompanied by that other, forbidden by The
Church caress, as the girl's hand sought out her mummy's cunt and dabbled
fingers in the wetness there.

   I watched entranced as the girl sniffed her fingers, licked them, and
then buried her face in the source of that delicious scent.

   Roger was now firmly ensconced in Peter's male-pussy and shagging him,
holding the wriggling boy in place with a hand on each of those slim,
tanned hips.  In-out, in-out!  The boy was moaning his pleasure now, just
as he had been promised.  I guess The Ring was working its magic: you would
expect discomfort rather than pleasure given the size of Roger's cock, and
the age of his son...

   Mary was sucking hard now, arms stretched up over her mother's body so
she could fondle those splendid tits, and her head bobbing up and down as
tongue and lips raked up and down a juicy cunt-crease.  Her mother,too, was
beginning to pant and moan, hands clutching the girl's blonde pony-tail and
wrenching her head ever tighter to her cunt.

   The girl's pretty arse was moving provocatively with the rhythm of her
sucking, not broad like a woman's, but slender and trim, almost boyish were
it not for the already rounded buttocks.  I could see her pussy lips from
the back and down from that gleaming where I had smeared her cunt juice
while I was sucking her.  The lips were plump, pink, hairless and very very
appetising.  I knelt behind her and kissed them: she looked over her
shoulder and smiled.

   "Don't stop!  I'm near cumming!" Her mother yanked on the pony tail and
pulled her daughter back tio her duty.

   I rubbed my cock against the girl's cleft, opening it with thumb and
forefinger.  It was wet inside, and with the pre-cum that was welling from
the eye of my cock and mixing with hers I reckoned I would need no lube,
even though she was certainly a virgin.

   I placed my cock and pushed: the knob not even in and her cunt tightened
enough to stop it.  I stroked her silky bottom to calm her and pushed
again: the blockage was temporary and I swiftly gained a further two inches
before I stopped temporarily.

   Halted by her muffled cry, a sort of !"ouch!  followed by No!  Hurts!"

   "Fuck!" I remember thinking.  "My first proven virgin I reckon.  And I
thought a girl's hymen was much further in than that: must be almost at the
entrance.  Now I gained the last third of my cock and my thighs were
resting on that cute bum.  She was deliciously tight...  more so than any
of the others so far...  but wet enough for my cock to pull out quite
easily, and then slowly penetrate again.

   "That's nice now."

   Which I took as an invitation to fucK her as hard and brutally as my
rampant cock and over-heated mind were demanding.  Soon she was panting and
moaning too....  Mother, brother, daddy all drowning in pleasure and
letting the world know it with from the adults hair-raising dirty language,
and from the children little squeaks and grunts of joy...  The room was
filled with the sounds of sex accompanying my pleasure with this pretty
little ex-virgin.

   As for me, my cock felt like winged steel, flying in and out the
prettiest, wettest, tightest little honey-pot ever.

   She came, no shouts just panting and grunts accompanying electric
shock-spasms through her body that I could feel in my hands on her bottom,
and almost painfully powerful into my cock.  I wanted to last, make her cum
again, but her vagina was milking me and my orgasm just exploded...  it
felt as if I had shot pints of cum in four great spurts up at the end of
her vagina, probably straight to her cervix.  What odds EwenMac a daddy
himself soon?  Well he would never know!

   Across the room Roger had emptied himself into his son's rectum, but
selfish fellow had not made the boy cum.

   I could have continued inside Mary as my cock was still hard and I was
still up for it but I had promised myself some of even more forbidden fruit
and the boy's arse looked so inviting.  His father would have prepared the
way for me.  I pulled out of Mary, my cock followed by a dollop of mixed
cum and cunt-juice onto their carpet.  There was a tiny smear of blood on
my cock: so there had been a hymen, or part of one more like.



   "You're still hard, Roger, and still greased up.  Fuck Fiona now, do her
in the arse like you've always wanted.  Go on, take her anal cherry 'cos if
you don't I certainly will."

   What a decent guy I am to let him think he is the first, not boasting
about my arse-fucking her over her office desk?  And not telling him that
in fact she lost it as a pre-teen.  Although it might be amusing to leave
an instruction that she is to tell him when next in bed together about that
childhood abuse, and how she has often longed for more of the same.  Yes!
I'll use The Ring to set that up!  I watched as Roger turned his wife over
on the settee, head in the cushions, bum in the air.  She started to say
something, but he slapped her bottom hard and told her to be quiet as he
squirted lube into the cleft between those two perfect buttocks and placed
his oily, cummy, shitty cock head on her anus.

   Good job she isn't an anal virgin, I thought, as he roughly and without
any preparation forced his cock into her arse.  The fucking began: she was
in for a treat.  His orgasm inside his son had been full and long, so he
would not be quick to cum in her.

   I pulled Mary across the room and dumped her on her on the same settee
as her mother: without prompting using the ring the two were soon kissing
and fondling each other again while Roger ploughed his wife's anal furrow.
Mary had her legs wide apart and was rubbing her clitoris, pulling and
tweaking it as if playing a guitar riff.

   I beckoned Peter over....  and pushed him down on the carpet looking up
at Mary's arse on the edge of the settee and those shapely, slender legs. I
guess he must often have lusted after his sister: well today was his lucky
day (and hers as the lust was likely to be mutual but never expressed or
acted on.)

   "Here you are, Mary.  I could see it was good when your mother sucked
your cunt, but how much better a handsome lad like your brother: look what
effect your body has had on that nice stiff cock...  Get astride his face.
No, facing me so I can see....  yes like that.  God, you've lovely tits, a
lovely body." Peter's face was in his sister's crotch.  I was amused by his
reluctance at first...  it must have been really spicy with her juices and
my cum still oozing out of it: in seconds he was going at her with his
tongue and his fingers from behind probing up into her newly penetrated
vagina, though I couldn't actually see, as I was opening his legs and
bending them so his anus came into view.  Such a pretty slender cock, still
erect and although quite a good size...  about five inches I guessed, still
white and lacking the hairs and blue veins it would soon develop.  I
nuzzled my face against his balls and that rock-hard six inches.  He had a
heady scent of punctured anus and spilled cum, a first for me, and those
balls in their white sack, crinkled, tight, and almost hairless just
demanded to be licked and sucked.  I heard the boy groan....  it might have
been Mary's doing but more likely it was my lips.

   I was going to taste boy-juice: my first!  And this cock was very
handsome, straight-shafted, with a pretty pink circumcised knob.  I held
his balls in my hand, gently squeezing, and slipped my lips over his knob,
then the shaft.  Immediately he started to fuck my mouth, hips rising and
falling.  Athletic young lad!  There was no need to move my head, which
would not have been difficult, I preferred to grip his silky hips and let
him fuck away at me, making sure my tongue fluttered at the front of his
cock as it went in and out.  He must have been close to cumming....  with
his daddy's fucking and now finger-fucking and sucking his sister.  Without
warning he spurted his boy-juice in my mouth, one spurt which I swallowed,
and a second which I kept in my mouth for a while, enjoying its slippery,
silky feel on my tongue.

   I was probably lucky with my first boy.  Not only was he very fit but
still not at all adult, which meant he had a big enough cock to be
interesting but small enough to be easy and comfortable to suck, but he was
eager enough to do all the work himself so I could be as lazy as any
Turkish Pasha or Roman Emperor.  And he was old enough and excited enough
to give me a great mouthful of boy-juice.  I was a convert: from now on I
would be looking for pretty young boys as well as there sisters!

   But it was time to finish what his father had started....

   I had to adjust the height of that pretty anus and lifted him to slide a
cushion under his bum.  He had quite pronounced shoulder muscles ( a
swimmer?) but his hips were slender, and his arms and legs almost willowy.
His skin was flawless, tanned golden except for the white tan-lines of
speedos, a white triangle that drew the eye to the even smaller triangle of
golden hairs, and then to a straight, white column topped by a pink helmet.
He was "cut" like his daddy.

   With his legs bent back his anus winked at me just inviting lips and
tongue.  I had expected it to be shitty after his daddy's shafting, but it
looked clean and tight-closed, glistening with oil, and probably cum too. I
spread his buttocks a bit more and applied my lips in a wet, slobbery kiss,
rewarded with his hands on my head, entwined in my hair, and a twitch of
his cock....  hard again.  Oh!  to be twelve again and cum and cum and cum!
It felt good and I licked round it, accompanied by little sighing moans to
tell me it was erotic for him to.  So I penetrated with my tongued, which
made him giggle.

   "Tickles!"

   The boy was up for it thanks to The Ring and his daddy's virile penis!
So I just added some lube and smeared some on my cock.  I reckoned I would
not need it as most of his daddy's load would still be up there to ease my
entry.

   Mary was rubbing her cunt up and down his face, leaning over him and
tweaking his nipples.  No wonder his cock was stiff still, and he was
starting to pant, breath heavily, and moan with the pleasure of a beautiful
pussy in his face and two fingers up his anus....  I was stretching him,
and also looking for his prostate.

   Fuck this foreplay, I thought, I want his male-cunt ....  when do I want
it?  Now?

   It was easy to penetrate, almost as if that seemingly tight-closed
flower welcomed the invasion.  I pushed in till my pubic hairs reached his,
my balls his perineum.  My first thought was how hot it was up there,
hotter than a vagina, and how tight his arse gripped my cock.  Also my cock
did not touch anything at the end, unlike all the girlies I had fucked so
far.  (I now know that there is no "end" like the cervix, and that the
rectum is bottomless for a cock, whether it belongs to a boy or a girl, and
also that it will stretch just as much as any vagina).

   My second thought was that I wanted to fuck this boy hard and fast,
smacking my thighs against him.  I clutched his legs and put them over my
shoulders, and the cheeky fellow closed them round my ears....  lovely soft
ear-muffs that did not stop me hearing Mary's little cries and moans of
pleasure, and the boy's cries of "Yes!  Like that!" and so on .

   Professor Mrs Evans joined us on the carpet and was competing with me
for possession of her daughter's breasts.  bWe compromised with one each,
me reaching up and fondling from the front with my right hand, she behind
the girl and reaching over her shoulder.  I could not see the woman's other
hand but I expect it was fondling Mary's bum or even in her anus adding to
the girl's pleasure.

   Mary came, and amazingly somehow it communicated to her brother and
there was another spurt from his ever-ready cocklet.  Mary giggled, leaned
forward and licked the cum she could reach on his belly.  These children
were learning fast and would be a delight to their parents...  and
doubtless other relatives and neighbours.

   "Your turn now, Mary.  Kneel for me."



   Roger had returned, cleaned up, and he and his wife were standing
watching, arms around each other: she had her head on his shoulder, blonde
hair spilling down over his manly chest.  He was holding one breast, quite
tightly it seemed to me.  He whispered something in her ear.

   Her eyes were shining, and it was easy to guess what he whispered as she
again sat on the edge of the settee, legs splayed, cunt inviting.  Her
husband knelt and buried his face there.  I have a distinct impression that
this "good Catholic couple" had never had oral sex together despite over
twelve years of sharing the same bed.  Odd!  But they were making up for it
now.  He sniffed, snuffled and licked while she settled comfortably with
her stockinged legs over his broad shoulders....  they looked very sexy
especially her ankles in her high-heels.  I watched as she closed her
thighs onto his head, holding it tight against her while his mouth and
tongue worked their magic.  He had reached up now and was holding a breast
in each hand.

   But Mary was wiggling her arse at me, so I knelt behind her to kiss
those firm, rounded buttocks, part them, and admire the little pink rose
that nestled between.  I held her hips, pressed my cheek against her
bottom, so smooth and firm, silky and then licked her arse-hole.  It tasted
of the pussy juice I had spread there earlier.  She giggled, wriggled her
arse some more, and pushed back so my pointed tongue entered her anus. 
More giggles, and a welcome "That feels nice".

   I rimmed her for several minutes, my cock steel-rod-hard with the
promise of this cute virginal bum, and then decided to stretch her a bit
and make penetration easier.  The tube of "ani-silk" (c) was laying on the
carpet where that newly qualified bugger, Professor The Reverend Roger
Evans had dropped it in his eagerness to service his son's equally eager
arse and I squeezed some into the cleft between her lovely white
bum-cheeks, rubbing it over her anus with my index finger and then
penetrating with it up to the first knuckle.  She was tight.  And it felt
hot up there.  I pulled it out and slipped two fingers in.

   That made her gasp!

   But it also enabled me to get her anus used to the invasion by parting
my fingers inside her .  parting them, closing them, parting them again.

   My cock would not wait.  I shuffled closer, placed it and pushed.

   My instruction using The Ring that she would accept the initial pain and
soon find pleasure obviously did the trick.  She was very tight, as you
would expect from a girl her age, vagina muscles as fit and strong as all
her lovely body, and like her brother very hot inside.  A delight in fact
as I started slowly to pull out and force in repeatedly.

   Out of the corner of my eye I could see Peter kneeling behind his
daddy,with the lube in his small hand.  Surely not?  Surely he wasn't going
to....?  But he was!  I watched as he pushed his cocklet up between his
daddy's broad buttocks, and by the way Roger looked over his shoulders and
smiled at his son, the penetration was welcome.

   But not by Fiona, who grabbed Roger's hair and pulled his face back to
his oral duty.  Peter was now shagging his daddy with the sort of
enthusiasm you get in young lads.  An example to me as I speeded up, my
thighs smacking into Mary's bottom just as Peter's were into his daddy's. I
grabbed Mary's pony-tail and pulled her head towards me: my cock deep
inside her I kissed her as she turned her head to me and I felt her tongue
inside my mouth.  Then "Don't stop!  It's just getting good."

   "Put a hand under and frig your clitty, Mary, while I play with your
tits and fuck you hard.  I promise I won't cum till you do: no hurry
sweetie."

   In fact I was by no means sure I could last out, what with Peter's
handsome boy-bum clenching and opening as he shagged Roger, my hand on
Mary's breast, the feel of her fingers tweaking and strumming her clit,
sometimes slipping off to finger my cock for a moment.

   Fiona started to whimper and mutter endearments, close to cumming.  Mary
was now echoing her mother, and as her fingers got more frantic, and I
shagged with more and more energy, really squeezing that pert little tit,
now, unthinking, slapping her arse....  Mary was coming, coming with a cock
in her bum for the first time.  How many girls have lost their anal
virginity with such pleasure I thought....  and realised I was going to cum
too.  Too late to stop now, just slam it in and squirt deep inside her,
once, twice, three times as her anus gripped my cock desperately and her
fingers tore at her own pussy.  I could feel the spasms running tense
through her body...



   I knew I would be no good for more sex: knackered!  I pulled out and
wiped my cock on her discarded panties.

   Using The ring I now had Peter fuck his mother, and Roger fuck his
daughter.  After the spunk they had already drained from their balls these
would be lengthy sessions, with the females coming several times, I
guessed, before the males unloaded.  I got myself dressed and left them to
enjoy their new-found family-activities.

   The Ring's final instruction was that they were to forget I was ever
there, but remember all their family fucking, sucking, buggering.  Tonight
Mary was to share her daddy's bed, Peter his mother's....

   As I walked back to my apartment I found myself wondering if, in the
absence of birth control either of the "good Catholic women" might be
pregnant...  if any bairn had my colouring that would be a mystery, if
blonde like the whole family then was it Roger or Peter's sperm?  I laughed
as I realised that a DNA test would not help them find out!

   I'm fairly sure ny corruption of that nuclear family remained complete:
They were none of them at Church the next Sunday.  I went myself to check.
I expect they had more amusing pastimes to fill a morning in bed!



   Chapter Six

   I had a busy week, with no sex but plenty of work for The Ring, as I
stole enough money to buy a house.  It was a big, Edwardian house in the
City....  I did not want to be in the University town where lots of people
knew me and would wonder how I went from penniless student etc etc.

   The sale was quick....  it was empty and I had cash.  I furnished only
one main room, my bedroom, kitchen and bathroom, not because I was short of
cash....  I can have as much as I want any time!....  but because I had
better things to do.  The bedroom has a huge four-poster (with discretely
hidden leather straps and shackles), benches and couches for shagging and
buggery, a ceiling fixture for suspension, a whipping frame (cost me more
even than the bed!), mirrors on the ceiling and all walls, a deep carpet,
and velvet curtains.

   I would gradually furnish the rest, room by room.

   I also found time to arrange a low interest loan and buy a small block
of six flats in the same leafy suburb where I had fucked the Evans family.
I arranged an agent to manage my first two apartment properties, and
engaged a probably illegal-immigrant cleaning business to do my house and
laundry one day a week.  Mostly I ate out.  What a busy lad I was, but by
Friday my cock was demanding entertainment.

   I decided I would hunt round Saturday afternoon, but it was so pleasant
in the morning I went for a walk in the woods.....  and broke my first
rule, never to take unnecessary risks.

   There I was enjoying an innocent walk in the woods, a still hot day when
it was pleasant to be in the shade.  I had left my shirt in the van (I
really would have to steal some cash to buy a car and keep the van for sex,
discretely locked in the double garage except for Ring outings!).  It was
so hot even the birds were silent and as I walked along a winding little
path my mind was a hundred miles away from thoughts of pussy or arse. 
Perhaps I could find a small clearing where I could work on my tan.

   A huge tree had fallen, probably in the winter storms this or last year,
and it looked likely it had left just such a forest glade.  I pushed past
some bushes and yes, the tree was not rotten, and clean still of any fungus
or debris.  However, grass, green and lush, had grown in the new clearing.
I lay down and sunned my back.

   As my ears became attuned to the silence I fancied I could hear voices:
I strained my ears and decided they were girlish voices, happy, shouting,
laughing.  I put my sandals on again, pushed past the bushes and headed in
that direction, as if drawn by a magnet.  Now my mind was on pussy!

   I came to w wider track, rutted in the wet of Spring, and much less
pleasant than the little path, but the voices were louder now, and round a
bend I came upon a camp.  A Girl Guides camp.....

   School uniforms, Guides uniforms....  fetishes of mine for the last
month.  I'm a quick learner!

   Running about little errands among their tents, or joshing each other in
twos and threes were dozens of little girls in blue uniforms, either
dresses or tops and skirts.  I know about girl guides and it seems they are
between ten and fourteen: just right.....

   I stepped off the path and watched over the top of a handy bush.  They
were all pleasant enough but one or two were delicious.  There was one half
a head taller than the rest, wearing a polo-necked blue shirt with red trim
and badges sewn on, like several of the others, but she filled that top
more convincingly than most.  Those little breasts would be lovely, I
thought: but I now had a rule that I would never take a risk: I did not
need to.  I could safely have all the sex I wanted.
But she was such a little dolly!  She had shining black hair in a
pony-tail with a blue ribbon, and you could see her hips were still slender
under that pleated lighter blue skirt.  She was not in the least sturdy or
stocky, but neither was she skinny: long, slender legs and long slender
arms.  The prettiest face: like her hair it suggested Spanish or Italian
with her skin colour and brown, deep eyes, full lips that could be
passionate I guessed.  My cock was stiff: I had been too busy to have sex
since my orgy with the Evans family and I must have been really gagging for

it.

   Sod my silly rules.  I was going for it.

   I concentrated on her and muttered, " Come over to the track and walk up
it.  If anyone asks say you've got to find sticks to start the camp-fire."

   She did, of course.  And I walked ahead up the track till I came to my
side-path, where I waited for her.

   "Hallo, my dear, What's your name?"

   "I'm Linda."

   "You're very pretty, Linda.  How old are you?"

   "Im thirteen and a half."

   "I've got a secret place where we can sunbathe.  You'll like that won't
you?"

   As she walked ahead of me along the narrow, winding path I looked at her
slender figure: long legs and arms, tiny waist, narrow hips, but the
suggestion of a really cute bottom under that pleated cotton skirt.  We
pushed through the bushes and into the small forest glade.

   She was docile with that faraway look in her eyes that the magic of The
Ring induced as I put my arms around her: her head came up to my bare chest
and she seemed happy to rest her face on my nakedness.  Her shining hair
smelled of lemons.  I bent my head and kissed her, my open mouth covering
those pouting, plump, sexy lips.  Soon I would enjoy her other lips too. 
My cock was stiff at the thought.....  had been since she turned to leave
the camp-site.

   Not a great kisser, but what can you expect?  Everything about her
shouted pure and innocent virgin.  "Linda, thirteen and a half" I thought
savouring the moment as I felt her buttocks through the pale blue cotton
uniform skirt, and could feel breasts against my body as I hugged her.  Her
hands stayed by her side.

   I slipped a hand under her polo-necked shirt and found a cotton bra
protecting a lovely little hand-full, removed my hand and felt up under her
skirt....  soft cotton panties.....  dry at the crotch.  So far!

   Her arms were round my body now, hugging me: possibly my fleeting caress
of breast and pussy had triggered the beginnings of a reaction in her.

   "Can't sunbathe with this on."

   I pulled the shirt up and she raised her arms so I could pull it off
over her head.  The bra was un-sexy white cotton, but what was inside
certainly was sexy when I undid the catch at the back, and let the bra fall
to the grass at our feet, along with the shirt.  The thing about fit young
girls' tits is that whatever position the girl is in....  standing, laying
down on her back, kneeling, whatever...  the breasts are always the same
lovely shape, never flopping, sagging, no crease lines under them.  Linda
was fit!  With small but cheeky little tits!

   I cupped one breast with my right hand and gently squeezed it while I
admired the other.  Still small, about the size of a tea-cup or champagne
class it had the same dark colouring as the rest of her torso: if she had
been sunbathing it was topless.  But perhaps this was her natural
colouring? could be with that glossy black hair and full lips.  I would
know when I had her completely naked.  Her aureoles were still small, about
the size of a ten p coin, brown like her nipples.  I could feel the nipple
I was covering with my hand stiffen, a hard little nub against my palm. 
The other nipple stiffened at the same time and was surprisingly long.

   "You have lovely breasts, Linda."

   "They're bigger than Julia's."

   "I bet the boys want to see them, feel them."

   "I won't let them."

   "Then I'll show you what you've been missing."

   Still cupping and fondling one breast I bent forward to kiss the other
one, warm, silky flesh under my lips, to lick it and to suck the nipple. 
As my lips closed on it and I sucked I heard a little gasp from the girl:
her first sexual response and encouraging.  This was going to be a rape,
but it was no place for tears or protests.  Too public!

   "Nice?"

   "Makes me feel funny..."

   "Here?"

   I lifted her skirt again and fingered her panties again.  My
imagination, or were they now slightly damp at the front?  I slipped my
fingers under the tight leg-elastic and found her pussy lips...  felt
hairless.  Lovely!  I infiltrated a finger between the lips and it was
indeed a bit slippery.  I slid my finger up and found the little nub of her
clitoris.

   Another gasp.

   "I've made it tingle, haven't I?"

   "It's nice...."

   Her skirt had a button and then a velcro strip.  It fell to her ankles
and I had her near-naked.  Her panties were old, had worn places along the
edges, and were not as white as her bra!  But she was dazzling in her
teenage beauty.

   "The grass is nice and soft and cool.  We'll lay down."

   I had one arm under her as I again kissed her breasts and pulled at her
nipples with pursed lips, excited as I always am by the way nipples pop up
again when you push them in.  She did not know what to do with her hands
and her arms were frozen by her side: we would change that soon.  I had my
hand down the waist of her panties now and felt fine pubic hair and then
with my fingers spread splayed over her pussy I found that I had indeed
aroused a response: the girl's pussy was certainly awake, juices flowing.

   "Lift your bottom, Linda, and I'll take these off.  They're in the way,
aren't they."

   All teenage girls have pretty pussies, but Linda's was special.  Her
pubic hair was a tiny triangle of fine black hair, as black as her
pony-tail, but much finer as I combed my fingers through it.  Her belly was
firm, not completely flat, but very slightly rounded, and that same
flawless near-golden colouring as her breasts and torso.  Her cunt-lips
were much lighter, but plump and full like her facial lips, and just as
inviting a kiss.

   I licked down her body from her breasts, down to her belly button: she
giggled as I circled it with my tongue and penetrated the spicy indent.

   "Tickles!"

   Again I blessed The Ring: a giggling girl would be a delightful
sex-partner, at least while Iconfined my attention to her pussy.  we would
see what happened when I later took her anal virginity, as I had already
decided to.

   She gasped again when my tongue pushed between her lips to taste the
cleft within, and now her arms woke up and I felt her fingers in my hair. I
licked her, my tongue finding the entrance to her vagina, and then her
clitoris, small still, but stiff like her nipples.  Her hands tightened on
my skull, holding me in place as I tasted her juices and sucked, licked,
nibbled.  She was getting hornier and hornier, and I started to rub her
clitoris with my index finger, my tongue now penetrating her vagina.  Her
hips were moving under me.  I pulled my arm from under her back and now I
was tweaking a nipple, fingering her clit, and licking and sucking around
the entrance of her vagina.  I felt her body tense, and knew she was having
an orgasm...  though she was silent.

   As her body relaxed I kissed her on her mouth: the taste of her pussy,
the love-juice that had bathed my face, did not put her off and this time
she kissed properly, accepting my tongue in her mouth, and treating me to
hers inside mine.  We were laying side-by-side and I could feel her breasts
pressing against my chest, hard points of nipples, firm flesh.

   I held her hand and placed it on the bulge in my shorts.

   "You know what this is, Linda?"

   "Mmm."

   "Undo my belt.  Unzip me, and see what you have done to it."

   My cock sprang out, released, and I was amused by the expression on her
face, which combined surprise, admiration and a sort of lazy sultriness in
those dark eyes: I had been right to give her an orgasm, soften up her
young body's maidenly, chaste resistance before moving on to more serious
sex!

   "You can hold it if you want, Linda."

   Shyly, tentatively, her little hand first touched it, then stroked it,
then tried to encircle it, though her fingers could not meet around it.  I
raised my hips and slipped my shorts down and off.  Now we lay together
naked, kissing and me whispering seduction in her ear.  She had her hand on
my cock, I had a finger in her vagina....  it was tight and so tight at the
entrance I was convinced she had an intact hymen, not that I cared: I have
never worried whether or not a teenage girl is a virgin.  As long as she is
pretty and young I'll fuck her with delight.

   "You know what it's for, Linda?"

   "It's too big."

   "No it's just right and we're going to fuck together.  It will hurt you
at first but you are not to cry out or make any noise at all.  Then it will
be good and if you are lucky you'll get another feeling like you just had.
We call that cumming, and you mustn't cry out then either."

   I rolled her over on her back and pulled her legs apart, laying between
them propped on one elbow while my other hand held my cock and wiped it up
and down her cleft.  I could feel the vagina entrance with my knob.  It
would have been better with some lube, but I had gone out for an innocent
morning walk, not intending to take a virgin cherry!  I spat on my fingers
and added that to my precum and her juiciness in her cleft.  I placed it. I
pushed.  It resisted, so much that it was bending my rock-hard cock.  I
held it and forced the knob in.  It sort of popped in, and as her body
tensed beneath me I knew I had broken the hymen.  I paused a second while
her cunt contracted, then eased, and then pushed to gain another couple of
inches.  A pause, pull out as far as my knob, and then in again, this time
feeling my knob touch the end of her vagina, her cervix, just as my pubic
hair touched her pubic bone.

   Now we were fucking, Linda laying inert like some plastic doll beneath
me as I took her.

   It was minutes before there was any response from her, but it gradually
came.  I felt her arms around my neck and back, her hips beginning to move
under me, her lips on my chest.  I speeded up.  Still tight, but moving
more easily, luckily just touching her cervix not ramming into it.  Her
arms tightened, finger nails into my back, her body tense, she was cumming.
I had been holding myself in, controlling it, but now I let my orgasm rip
and spurted deep inside her, one, two, three big ones, and then slower the
final oozings.

   Her hands relaxed on my back.  I rolled off and a mixture of cum and
blood seeped from half-open cunt-lips.

   She kissed me.  Not me kissing her, she kissed me!



   "I'm not a virgin now, am I?  Will I get pregnant?"

   No answer possible...  just caress her breasts stroking them, pert and
now sweaty, mine and hers mingled like my cum and her juices.

   I was still hard.  Later I would need viagra as I got more accustomed to
pretty little girls and boys, but at this time, and after a week of
abstinence, no need of chemicals.

   "Now you're going to give me your other virginity, Linda.  You must bend
over that log.."

   She complied, of course, and I stood behind her kneading her firm
buttocks just as I had earlier enjoyed her tits: they were just as pert,
cheeky and silky as her breasts, and as I parted them her anus was a pretty
red flower nestling between creamy flesh, a lighter colour than the rest of
her body.  I knelt and kissed that secret rose, rimming it round and round,
sticking my pointed tongue in a half inch, rimming again, relaxing it.  I
licked my finger and inserted it to the first knuckle.  No response, but
her anus gripped it very tight.

   This would have to be a rape, I decided, no chance of even a simulacrum
of compliance.

   My cock was up for it, winged steel.  I spat on my fingers and spread
the spittle over and into her anus.  I wiped my cock in the cum and juices
leaking down from her cunt.  That would have to suffice as lubrication.  I
placed my knob and pushed.  Easier than her cunt had been it slid in, but
then her arse contracted gripping almost painfully.  I stroked her bum, as
one would calm a frightened animal, and as I felt it relax shoved till my
whole cock was in her, my hairy thighs and balls up against her so-smooth
flesh.

   It would have been good to spank that cute little butt in time with my
thrusts, but I had to think how the slapping sound might echo through the
woods.  It was bad enough the sound of my thighs hitting her, and the
slurping noise her male-pussy was making as I fucked it with all the force
I could muster.

   Another noise, too, that of sobbing.  I had been grasping her tits
beneath her to give me leverage, but I let go and caught hold of her pony
tail, wrenching it so her head was pulled back and sideways.  Tears were
running down her cheeks, and she was indeed sobbing: her eyes had fear,
pain and humiliation in them, plus a sort of juvenile pleading.  I dabble a
finger in her tears, and tasted the salt.  Astounding me, my orgasm started
immediately, building up to a balls-draining, body-shaking series of spurts
deep inside her.  I felt almost faint and wobbly so powerful was the
experience.

   That was all!  I wiped my shitty cock on my snot rag and threw it to
her, watching as she wiped her cunt and her arse clean of most of the cum,
blood and shit that the fucking had deposited in her cunt-cleft, arse
crease, and down the inside of her thighs.  I watched her do this as I
pulled my own shorts up and told her to dress.

   At the junction of the forest path with the main track I sent her back
to the camp, reminding her to collect firewood, and as always telling her
to forget me and all we did together.

   I had only gone two steps along the path back to my van when I ran into
a family party, walking quietly.  Man, woman, boy, girl: the boy was
particularly beautiful but all I could feel was a cold sweat at the foolish
risk I had taken.  Never again in public, I swore.

   But I had learned something else important.  I had long known that
consensual sex is good, even if it is phony, Ring induced.  But Linda had
shown me proper rape can be as good or better.  Those submissive eyes,
those tears: no doubt I had cum immediately and very powerfully.  As I
tramped back to the little car-park, I thought about my bed and the ropes
and shackles.  I needed to find out if the room was sufficiently
sound-proofed for real S&M and buggery.  Should be with the triple glazing
and heavy velvet curtains, and the house is solidly built standing alone in
big, jungly gardens.  But I would make sure: play the radio real loud and
see whether it could be heard outside.

   Also, another visit to the sex shop, to buy a gag...  a rubber ball gag.
And while I was about it a couple of whips, Oh!  And butt-plugs.

   My cock stiffened yet again as I envisioned a young girl shackled belly
down on the bed, pillows raising her arse.  Or a boy tied down buttocks up,
to the red-leather covered bench-seat.  Mmmmmm!

   Yes and a car, so that my van would not be seen as often as it now was,
a beat-up, ordinary saloon that no-one would notice.

   Some guys, apparently, feel depressed after sex: me I was jubilant and
full of schemes.



   FIN (for now)