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 Loan Shark: by (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mm, Mf.

   Her tits were just perfect, skin silky and milky-white in contrast with
the honey-gold of her shoulders and arms, firm and round to the touch as I
stroked them, rosy nipples still soft under my palms: soon change that! 
What I was about to do to her was legally rape, as any sex with a
fourteen-year-old girl is said to be.  But it did not feel like rape. 
There were no struggles as I stripped her, no protests, no tears.  That is
not to say, however, that she was willing!  Just sensible.  She turned her
head to one side so her eyes would not have to meet mine and lay there like
a nice little teenage girl, ready to accept the predatory male.

   I had been watching Tina Huggett for several months, watching her
breasts develop, her legs lose that childish chubbiness and become long and
slender, her waist and hips taking on a more feminine shape.  As she moved
into her fifteenth year she began to dress sexily: on one of my visits she
had tight white shorts, a skimpy top that left her midriff bare, and a blue
jewel in her belly button that exactly matched her blue eyes.  My cock
stiffened!

   She may only have been fourteen, But she was on the very verge of
womanhood.  She was what the people on the Estate would call "a good girl",
sober and quiet.  I knew for a fact she and her mother both went regularly
to the Evangelical Church.  I had to have her.

   I should say that I am what is popularly known as a "loan shark".  I
make my money by lending small sums of money to society's losers at sky
high rates of interest.  My clients think I work for a "Mr Saxon", a
shadowy figure capable of being extremely ruthless, and sometimes employing
violence to collect his dues.  Needless to say "Mr Saxon" does not exist: I
work for myself, but find the fiction useful.  If violence is employed, I
get one of the local gangs to do the necessary for a small sum, and the
police put it down to the usual mindless street mayhem on these estates. 
Myself, the victim, and very soon the others of my customers know "Mr
Saxon" has been busy, and bust a gut to pay on time!

   I don't need to work.  At the golf club I am sometimes asked where I
made my fortune.  I always reply "I robbed a bank", usually greeted with
laughter.  "He's a real card, Dalby!  A joker!" Idiots!  I did rob a bank,
along with a couple of other ex-army colleagues!  I work because I enjoy
the power over these people it gives me, and, of course, the opportunities
for sex, not for the money!

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

   I had been softening up Irene Huggett, the mother, for three months by
now.  She was a still-attractive woman of about thirty five, blonde like
her daughter, good body, and always well-turned out.  She worked as a
hairdresser.  With the interest I had been letting her off for those three
months she now owed me £560, and the interest due now would be £172, plus
£200 capital repayment.  I was reasonably certain she would not be able to
find £372.  Good!

   'You really put me in a difficult position, Mrs Huggett.  Mr Saxon is a
very demanding employer, and if he knew I'd been letting you delay for
months then there would be merry hell to pay.'

   'Just one more month, Mr Dalby.  Please.  I'm sure it will be all right
in July.'

   'Sorry!  No can do.'

   'Is there anything I could do, anything I could give you to persuade
you? They say you're a man who likes women.'

   'Now that is a tempting offer!' I put an arm around her, my hand fitting
over her breast.  I could feel the nipple under the light summer cloth, and
I guessed her breasts, smallish like her daughter's, were nonetheless round
and firm.  I don't like big tits, actually, and I guess that's one reason
why I so fancy teenagers.  I squeezed a little, and then let go.  'But no.
I'd probably finish up with his hoods kneecapping me, or worse.  And they
could well come after you with the baseball bat.'

   'Well, I haven't got the cash!' Her eyes were filling with tears.  I
always find that sexy in a woman!

   'Now Tina, that might be another story.  Might be worth the risk.  She's
a real looker!'

   'Oh, Mr Dalby.  How could you?  She's only fourteen, and she's a good
girl, I know she is.  I couldn't.....' The tears were really flowing now
and my cock was well hard.

   'You'll just have to hope that Mr Saxon's men are not to rough with her
then.  I've heard stories.....

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

   She gave way, of course: they always do.  The message was in my
voicemail Saturday afternoon, and I called in on the way back from the
match....still in my blue supporter's shirt!

   What a picture!  Irene with tears in her eyes, arm round her lovely
daughter.  Tina herself biting her lower lip and trying to be brave, and
both looking incredibly sexy.  Tina was in her school uniform despite it
being Saturday: probably they thought it would make her look younger, less
desirable, and perhaps I would relent.  It had the opposite effect.  Not
quite St Trinians, but that white cotton shirt and the promise of plump
little breasts, still slender hips and under the black school skirt a cute
little bum I was sure.  And those black tights!  With her shoulder length
hair she would have tempted a saint, let alone a randy middle-aged
loan-shark.

   'Bedroom!' I pointed, and followed the girl along the narrow corridor,
past a bicycle and boxes and suitcases, and into a room with a double bed:
clearly her mother's!  The bed had been stripped down to just one sheet
over the mattress, with the bedding folded neatly in the corner of the
room. I pulled her to me and found her head just about reached my chest.  I
popped a button on her shirt, slipped a hand in, and, yes, found a firm,
rounded, silky and naked breast.  Lovely!  I gave her breast a little
squeeze and felt her tense in my arms.  Another stroking squeeze and then I
lifted her up and threw her onto the bed.  She lay there on her side, face
turned away from me.  I joined her on the bed.

   I had already undone one button, and I pulled at the shirt front,
popping all the other buttons open.  I tugged at it and it came out of her
waistband, and she was naked from the belly upwards.  I found myself
muttering to myself, "Yes!  Yes!  Oh Yes!  My God!  Yes!" Her tits were
perfect as I stroked and fondled them before leaning over her to lick first
one nipple and then the other.  Her nipples stayed little-girl soft as yet,
but I still nibbled at them before I pulled her shirt off entirely and
threw it onto the floor beside us.  I knelt away from her and looked!  Her
skirt was velcro-fixed and came away with one firm tug and I pulled it down
to her ankles.  She had her black tights over what looked like white cotton
knickers, and her hips looked very slender for a girl with such
well-developed breasts.  I love that; smooth skin, round breasts, and
boyish hips.  I grasped each waistband of her tights and pulled them down,
bringing her knickers with them.  It was the cutest little triangle of
golden pubic hair you ever could see!  I pulled down, and her skirt and
shoes came away with the tights, to join her shirt on the carpet.

   She lay naked for me.

   I lay beside her and pulled her to me.  Still tense, she would not meet
my eyes.  'Now you be a good girl!  Be nice to Uncle Joseph!  Open your
legs, sweetie!'

   Her legs stayed firm closed, but I got one leg between them and then the
other.  Another time I would strip off and enjoy feeling her naked flesh
against mine.  Now all I wanted was to get my raging cock into that tight,
virgin pussy!  I reached between us, unzipped, and got my cock out.  I
rolled her over onto her back, laying on top of her and between her legs.
Still she turned her face away from me!  I felt her cunt, and the lips were
tight closed: inside it was silky but completely dry.  Never mind!  I had a
sachet of lube in my pocket and I took it out, bit the corner off, and
wiped it into her cunt-slit.  Now, on top of her, I eased my knob into her,
and then the full shaft.  Jesus!  She was tight.  Firm, smooth teenage
cunt!

   She lay there like a rag doll while I fucked her, my hands all over her
body the while.  I felt myself about to come.  Too quick!  I wanted more!

   I pulled my cock out and turned her over on her belly, putting a pillow
under her to raise her hips a bit.  I spread her lovely little buttocks,
and the anus looked very tempting, shining a bit with some of the surplus
lube.  But that would be for another time: for the moment I would enjoy her
cunt.  The lips pouted just a little, but they were not swollen as a
woman's would be half way through fucking.  I parted them with two thumbs,
and my cock was in that pot of honey again.  Without thinking I started to
slap her buttocks in rhythm with my fucking, left hand, right hand, one
slap with each thrust.  And a miracle happened.  I could feel her cunt
reacting!  Her juices started to flow, and.  yes!, she was even starting to
wriggle a bit, her arse arching up to meet my down-thrusts.  here was a
little girl who liked to be spanked!  My smacks now echoed around the room!

   'Please!  Oh Daddy!  Oh yes!  Please!  Daddy.....'

   Her body felt alive now.  Still slapping her with one hand, I felt for
her breasts with the other.  Her nipples were hard, standing for me!  Down,
and her clit was hard too, her cunt lips swollen and very, very wet.  I
slapped her with both hands now, and could feel her orgasm rising, and hear
it too as she implored her "Daddy" not to stop.  Then she came, and I could
feel her cunt milking my cock.  I came too.

   Rape this was Not!

   I left her laying on the bed.  Her mother was not to be seen as I let
myself out.

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

   A few nights later I was driving round the ring-road at dusk, and there
were a couple of early bird tarts already in the lay-bye opposite
Townsend's.  One was a raddled old whore but the other quite a tasty
teenager, obviously well under-age.  Very nice!  And as she reminded me a
bit of Tina Huggett my cock stiffened.  I was past them, and was
considering turning round in the Industrial Estate and cruising her.  But
half a mile along the ring-road, on the other side of the dual carriageway
was a teenage boy.  It was difficult to see him in the deepening dusk, but
he too looked tasty in his baseball cap and so-tight shorts and sweat
shirt. I would have to go round the roundabout and back: I speeded up.

   But when I got back to him a silver Merc had already pulled up and the
boy was leaning on the open window and negotiating.  Shit!

   I was feeling really randy now, so on the spur of the moment I decided
to visit Gloria Pontucci, not for that great fat slag herself, but because
I had fancied her son Mark for months.  They lived in one of the solitary
row of red-brick terraced houses in the middle of the Industrial Estate,
that had survived bombing sixty years ago, and the attack of property
developers forty years later.

   I pulled up outside number seventeen and parked my smart BMW among the
line of beat up Nissans and Toyotas.  The door was answered by Mark
himself.

   'Me Mam's out, Mr Dalby.  She's working late shift today, and won't be
in till eleven.  Sorry!'

   'You can take a message?  It's Mark, isn't it?'

   The boy looked a bit nervous, shifting from one foot to the other, and
smiling shyly.  My cock was raging now!  'I'll tell her you called, Mr
Dalby.'

   'Ask me in, Mark.  I don't want to stand here on the doorstep with your
neighbours looking through the net curtains.  Your Mam wouldn't want that:
they all know who I am!'

   'Sorry, Mr Dalby.' He stepped back, and closed the door behind me when I
stepped in.  Without waiting to be asked I turned into their back
living-room.  He had been doing his homework on the table there.  I looked
at it.

   'Quadratic equations.  Hell!  I rememember how I struggled with them!'

   'Me too!' His grin was so boyish, and sooooo sexy!

   There was a long pause, which I allowed to go on uninterrupted.  'She
can't pay you, you know.  How much is it?'

   'One thousand two hundred and thirty eight pound seventy three.' I
opened my little black book.  'Of which six hundred and twenty two is
already overdue.  I can't cover up for her any more I'm afraid.'

   'Does that mean....?'

   'Mr Saxon's enforcers?  I'm afraid so.'

   'You know what they did to Mr and Mrs O'Hare at number eight....'

   'Nasty!'

   'Can't you keep hush about it a bit longer, and something might turn
up.'

   'And risk getting my own legs broken?'

   Another long pause.  I thought I could see the beginning of a tear in
his eye.  Good.  I was really getting to him.

   'Unless....'

   'Unless what, Mr Dalby.'

   'Mark, I'm one of those guys who likes teenage boys.  Let me play about
with you a bit and I'll cover a bit longer....'

   'Like what?'

   'Nothing you don't do for yourself every night, Mark.  Get it out, and
I'll jerk you off.'

   He blushed a deep red, very pretty and very sexy, but he unzipped his
jeans and I saw his cock, still really little-boy.  The contrast of the
faded blue jeans and the pink of his meat was doubly sexy.  I held it
briefly, squeezing and releasing to squeeze again, and then unbuckled his
belt and pulled his jeans and pants down so they were round his ankles. 
His sweat shirt did not cover his bum, and I had one hand caressing his
buttocks while I teased some life into his cock, which soon went hard under
my fingers.  I jerked it a bit using gentle fingers: no hurry!  Then I
dropped to my knees, and one arm still round his buttocks took his knob in
my mouth.  I heard the boy's gasp of surprise, but also noticed his hips
push forward, forcing the whole of his five or so inches into my mouth.

   'Jeez!  That feels nice.'

   I let his knob slip from nmy lips, and as I undid my zip and my own belt
to get my cock out, 'It's nice for me too.  I love sucking a cock.' It was
back in my mouth and I felt his hands in my hair as I bobbed back and forth
on it.  His bum felt firm, smooth, boyish, and I promised myself I would
have that virgin arse sooner or later!  I allowed the side of my hand to
slip into his arse crease, feeling his buttocks close on it with every
thrust of his slender hips.  I would have liked to have jerked my own cock,
but it was too good to feel his bum and cup his hairless balls in my free
hand to do that.

   The boy was fucking my mouth harder and faster now and I made sure my
tongue was licking on the front of his shaft: I pulled him even closer to
me so the whole shaft went in and my nose was crushed into his little
triangle of golden fuzz each time.  I Turned my hand round and tapped his
anus with my index finger.

   'Jeez!  This is good!'

   I could sense he was about to cum, but there was no precum in fact.  I
squeezed his balls gently and then pulled at the skin, stretching his
scrotum.  I felt his hands tighten on my head, sliding in my hair.  And
then I tasted his cum, just one little spurt of boyish cum for me.  I let
his cock rest in my mouth, still hard and twitching, until I felt it soften
again, when I released it and stood up.

   'Jeez!  That was good, Mr Dalby.  Better than.....' His voice tailed
off, and he blushed that lovely, shy, crimson again.

   'Better than jerking yourself off.  You betcha!'

   He was looking at my cock, poking out of the front of my suit.

   'Jeez!  Yours is huge!.'

   (It isn't huge, actually.  about average.  But this must have been the
first adult, hard cock the young boy had seen.)

   'You want to tuch it?'

   He nodded and reached forward.  I felt his small fist close around it.

   'Feels hot!'

   'It is hot, Mark.  Jerk it for me!'

   His jeans were still around his ankles, and I let my hands wander over
his body, up under his shirt to feel his tiny nipples, and down over his
belly, hips and that sooo sexy bottom.  As his hand flew up and down my
shaft I promised myself I would have that arse.  It was not a matter of
'whether', only of 'when'.  With this thought I felt my orgasm starting,
and I came.  the first spurt of cum flew in an arc through the air: I could
see the boy was startled but he kept on rubbing and fingering.  My second
spurt went over his shirt, and then my cock oozed cum over his fist.  He
stopped jerking and was just holding my cock tightly as my pleasure passed.

   'Thanks, Mark.  That was great.'

   'There's cum everywhere..  I'll clean it up.' He kicked his jeans off
and went to the kitchen, my eyes following his naked bottom, tanned, but
much lighter than his legs.  He came back holding a tea-towel, wiping his
hands and shirt on it, and then wiped my cock.  I put it back and zipped
up. 'There's cum all over my homework!' He laughed.  Perhaps I should leave
it: give Miss Wilkinson a surprise.' But he wiped that up too.  I'll put
this and my shirt in the wash.
I watched as he pulled his t-shirt off, and knew he was teasing me with

his nakedness, flirting even.  This would be good!

   He was away a minute or two, and then back, still naked.  'I started the
machine.  It's best to get rid of that spunk.  You have a lot of it.  I
never saw so much.  Nice though!'

   'Want to do it again, another time?'

   'Oh yes!  It's much better!'

   'When's your Mam out next?'

   'Friday.  she's on late shift Friday again.'

   'I'll call round same time then.  Tell her I was here and let her off
most of this month's dues, but she has got to give me £20.  She's to leave
it with you and I'll collect it Friday.'

   'She can manage twenty I think.'

   'Good.  Don't wank Thursday night: I want a nice mouthful, Mark.'



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

   Wednesday.  Time for some more teen cunt!

   I phoned the Huggett house late afternoon, making a mental note to make
sure I had Tina's own mobile number soon.  I was lucky, and the girl
answered, not her mother.

   'Fancy some more of what we had the other evening, sweetie?'

   There was a long silence at the other end of the phone, that I knew
better than to interrupt.

   Finally.  'Okay!'

   'When's a good time?'

   'My mother goes out to Bingo with Mrs McClusky every Wednesday night. 
Come round at seven thirty and she'll be well clear for the evening.'

   My cock twitched in anticipation.

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

   'Come in.  Quickly!'

   No-one liked the neighbours to see Mr Dalby on their doorstep!  As she
closed the door behind me I looked her up and down.  The first thing that
assaulted the eyes was scarlet: scarlet lipstick, scarlet nail varnish and
a scarlet glass jewel in her navel.  Her mid-riff was bare, and the jewel
just served to accentuate that, drawing the eye to her tanned, flat belly.
She was wearing a very short tartan mini, Royal Stuart tartan green, red
and white, scarcely long enough to hide her crotch, and a tight white
cotton top, short and also low-cut to show the tops of her breasts.  Her
legs looked long and slender in tan, glossy tights, and her ankles real
sexy in silver high heels with glass heels.  She had painted her toenails
the same scarlet as they peeped through the silver straps.  Apart from the
lipstick, glossy and shiny, not much make-up, a bit of powder perhaps, and
her hair lovely, blonde, shining, down to her shoulders.  She was a mixture
of the young innocent and the tart!  Odd, but undeniably sexy.

   I picked her up easily and carried her the few steps to the kitchen,
sitting down on the solid wooden chair I had noticed on earlier visits.  I
turned her over on my lap.

   'You're a naughty little girl, dressing up like a tart to tempt your
Daddy!'

   I turned her skirt up and found she was wearing white satin knickers,
full and covering most of her bottom.  Stockings not tights!  and lacy
white suspender belt.  The sexiest little bottom you ever saw, still
little-girl slim, but rounded and truly tempting.  I squeezed each buttock
once, and then slapped her hard, twice.

   'Daddy is going to spank his naughty little girl.' And I did, counting
up to twelve, and then pausing to stroke and caress the shiny satin again.
The satin was tight over her crotch, but as I ran a finger down I could
make out the crease between her cunt lips, and the fabric stayed in place,
outlining them.  'Can you feel what you have done to me with your sexy
body, Tina?'

   'It's all lumpy.  I can feel it all lumpy under my belly...'

   'You're going to have to do something about that later, my girl, but
first some more spanking for you.'

   I got one hand under her, inside her cotton top, feeling her tits and
finding she was wearing a bra, completely unnecessary of course, but the
satin and lace felt good as I spanked her for another count of twelve.  Now
that crease in her panties I had made with my fingers was darker, and
obviously damp, I ran my hand down it again, feeling the moistness and the
cloth no longer slippery and shiny.  I slid a finger under the elastic and
felt her really wet, hearing her gasp as my index finger touched her
clitoris.

   'And now you've made your panties wet, Tina.  Daddy's going to have to
take them off and smack you on your bare bottom.  You will have to go to
bed for that.'

   She was still shy, and would not meet my eyes as she led me to her
bedroom, not her mother's as the first time.  It was a little-girl's room
still, with popstars on the wall and My Little Pony on the dressing table.
The bed was a single divan, but had an interesting iron bedhead, which I
could use.  I hung my jacket over a bedknob.

   'Undress me, Tina.  Don't want to spoil this suit.'

   I kicked off my shoes as she removed my tie and unbuttoned my shirt,
folded tidily on a chair.  Then she hunkered down and took off my socks
before unzipping my flies.  She felt inside my trousers while unbuckling my
belt, and then my trousers were folded neatly as well.  I stood in my boxer
shorts, tented by my cock.

   'And these, Tina.'

   She stood beside me and pulled them down.  I stepped out of them, took
her in my arms and kissed her.  There was a moment of tense resistance and
then she reciprocated, full lips on mine and then her tongue in my mouth,
her hands on my arse.

   'And now you.'

   I unhooked her skirt and unzipped it so it fell to her ankles.  She
giggled, and stepped out of it at the same time pulling her top off, up and
over.  She shook her hair back into place.  'My bra?'

   'Oh, yes.'

   I unclasped it as she stood with her back to me, and had my hands again
on her lovely firm teenage tits, pulling her back onto me so my cock
prodded her in her back.  I put a thumb in her waistband both sides, and
eased the panties down over her hips, till she was naked except for
suspender belt, stockings and heels.  My eyes went from the jewel in her
navel down to that pretty triangle of golden fleece, the plump little
mound, and the nearly hairless cunt lips, swelling with excitement, and a
little glistening clit just peeping out.

   'On the bed now, kneeling.'

   'Oh please.....'

   My cock touched her buttocks as I tied her hands together with my
necktie and then looped them over the knob at the centre of her iron
bedhead, and I knew that if I leaned forward so slightly my knob would
penetrate easily.  Later!  The bikini mark, white in contrast to her
suntanned body, was another small triangle, and I aimed my first smack
straight across it.  Another, and another, and the white was becoming pink,
the golden tan more bronzed.  I paused a moment and stroked her bottom,
squeezing the firm flesh gently.

   'Daddy's little darling.  Does it sting?'

   I did not wait for an answer but slapped her twelve more times, counting
aloud as I had before.  I stopped and inspected her closely.  Her cunt lips
were really swollen now, parted very slightly, and the pearly clit really
peeping out.

   'Poor little Tina.  Daddy kiss her better again.'

   She gasped as I ran my tongue down her slit and then up again to her
anus.

   'What.....?  Oh!  Oooooh!'

   I had my lips around her clitoris pulling at it, nibbling it, enjoying
the taste of teen cunt just as she was enjoying the first experience of
having her cunt sucked.  She moaned and writhed as she came in a few
seconds.  Her orgasm was still there, but dying away as I started to spank
her again.  She wriggled and I could see her bound wrists were taking the
full weight now and my necktie was cutting into her flesh.

   'Please, Daddy!  I want it so much....'

   I leaned into her, and my prick found its own path into her cunt,
sliding so easily up into her till my belly pressed against her butt.  I
leaned forward over her, unhooked the looped hands from the bedstead, and
pulled the knot on the necktie apart.  Immediately she reached under
herself with her right hand and was pulling at my balls while I slid in and
out.  I held her long hair in one hand, but the other was under her feeling
for breasts and nipples.  I squeezed a tit, and she was coming, her cunt
gripping my cock so powerfully that it was difficult to move it.  Panting
and moaning she pushed her buttocks back into me and I could feel her
vagina grip, release and groip again as she spasmed.

   As soon as I felt her coming ending, I turned her over on her back and
spread her legs.  She lifted them for me, gaping wide open, but her eyes
were still un-focussed from the passion of moments before.  In fact she had
not quite finished her first orgasm when I stuck my prick uo her again, and
gave it to her her as fast and furious as I could.  Instantly she was
coming again.  And we did this twice more, me speeding up, and then slowing
down, driving her onwards and upwards to more and more orgasms.  Finally I
was exhausted, partly from the fucking and partly from the effort of
not-coming!  I stopped and lay on top of her, her tits pressing into my
chest, her arms round my back.

   'And now, sweeetie, you ride me.'

   I rolled off her onto my back, and helped her position herself astride
me, her eyes laughing and lips smiling.  I held my cock bolt upright while
she sank down onto it, and I could see she was savouring the new feeling,
her hands on my nipples this time!  I helped her bounce up and down for a
bit, hands under her thighs, but it was clear she had found her rhythm, and
I wanted those tits, so firm, so rounded, so close to me.  I reached up and
let the nipples brush my open palms each time she rose and fell.  She liked
that, but soon wanted more and she took one hand and pressed it to her
breast.  So I caressed and fondled both tits while she bounced up and down
on me.  I knew I could not hold out long, and it was a relief when she came
yet again and I was able to release my cum into her.

  
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.

   Friday evening Mark was waiting for me, opening the door to me in his
underpants, startling white against his tanned body, and with the shape of
an erect cock to make mine instantly hard as well.  I quickly slammed the
yale-locked door behind us, and looked at his cute little bum as he led me
into their living room: tonight I was going to have that little boy arse,
slide my cock deep into him, and teach him to fuck.  I could see the room
had been tidied!  I took off my jacket, and took the dvd from its side
pocket.

   'Here, Mark, put this on the player and then come and sit with me.

   The dvd started its usual progress through warnings, trailers etc.  He
came over and instead of sitting beside me on the sofa he sat in my lap,
wriggling a bit to make himself confortable, and finally his arms around my
neck.  A pleasant surprise, as he pursed his lips inviting a kiss.  I had
an impression that he had planned this, probably laying awake in the night,
prick hard, not daring to touch it for fear of coming, and wanting to save
his cum for his new grown-up friend.  As we kissed, wet, open-mouthed
lovers' kisses, I had one hand on his hard nipple, and the other grasping
his cock, shielded still by cotton underpants.  We sat there whispering
endearments, kissing, caressing as the film, muted (it was in Russian in
any case) moved through the preliminaries....  man picks up boy in
fun-fair, shows him how to shoot a .22 air-rifle in a side-show, takes him
back to a glitzy hotel.  Lobby.  Lift.

   Mark had his hand inside my shirt, stroking and kneading my pecs.

   'It's aweful lumpy where I'm sitting.'

   'That's your fault, Mark.  And you're the same!' I gave his cock an
extra-hard squeeze.

   'Can I undress you, please, Mr Dalby.  I like to....' His voice tailed
off in sudden embarrassment, which I found very sexy.

   I lay back while he stripped me: the same was happening on the film,
only the two, man and boy, were undressing themselves.  The guy had a
military appearance.  Russian moustache, big, strong and fit: built rather
like me.  The boy was slender, without looking frail.  He had dark, wavy
hair, and a milk-white body, with the little triangle of black pubic hair
drawing the eye of a watcher down to his cock, small and not at all erect,
unlike the guy who had a really good hard-on.  Like mine as well.

   Finally, me naked, Mark slowly pulled his y-fronts down and his springy
little cock pointed at me, above that pretty fringe of golden curls.

   Now I was naked, my own boy was back in my lap and the foreplay
re-commenced, while we watched the film.

   From the moment a tube of lube was thrown onto the bed it was clear what
the guy wanted, but he started by sucking at the lad's cock.

   Mark giggled.  'Just like us.  I like it when we do that.  And that
too!' The boy was now sucking at the guy's cock.

   Like Mark and myself, they were too mis-sized to sixty-nine.  Young boys
are great, but you can't sixty nine as easily as when they are a few years
older!

   Within minutes, the boy was kneeling and the man greasing up before
entering the boy's arse.

   'Jeez that must hurt!  The size of the guy!'

   'Look at the boy's face, Mark.'

   'He's enjoying it, Jeez!  He's really enjoying it.  Look at that smile,
and his cock's still hard.  He must be enjoying it.'

   The boy, of course, was very experienced.  I have seen his milk-white
body being fucked in at least two other dvds, and he must have made dozens
of them, as well as being fucked by the Producer, production staff, and no
doubt plenty of other guys who would not kick a pretty and willing teenage
lad out of bed!

   'Would you like to try, Mark?'

   A long silence, and then, 'I'd be scared!'

   Quite an admission from a boy: they don't like admitting to fear.

   'Fuck me, then, Mark.  Stick your cock up me.  I like it!'

   'I'd do that.'

   'There's a tube of lube in my jacket pocket.'

   I watched his arse as he walked to the chair where he had hung my coat,
and then his cock waving at me, pointing the way, as he came back.  He was
grinning.'

   'You gonna kneel, Mr Dalby, like the film boy.'

   'We can do it while I'm sitting here.  The seat's low enough for you to
kneel and do me fine.  Put some of that on my fingers.'

   I put a bit in my arse (not much as he has a little-boy cock still), and
then greased his knob.  I slid forward on the seat, and openened my legs,
lifting my bum a bit.  As he knelt, I reached down, wiped his knob against
my anus, placed it, and 'Now push'.

   He slipped in as easy as you like, of course, and immediately was
fucking.  what he lacked in size he almost made up for in energy!  I had
him this way round because I wanted to watch his face and body as he
enjoyed his first fuck.  It did not take long and with a few frantic heaves
of his hips he was spurting his cum inside me.  He collapsed onto me,
clutching at my waist, face buried in my flesh.  His cock slipped out.

   'Jeez that was great.'

   I pulled him up to sit on my lap again.  His cock was wet, but not
dirty. (I had douched, planning this seduction!).  I wiped it on his
underpants.

   'You really like that, Mr Dalby?  I can see you do.  And feel!' He
giggled, and wriggled on my hard cock.

   'I love it, and have done since a nice gent taught me to like it when I
was about your age.' That was the truth, unusually for me!

   'Taught?'

   'Oh yes.  Like a lot of good things in life you have to learn to enjoy
it.'

   'Like the taste of beer?'

   'Just like the taste of beer.'

   'So you going to teach me, Mr Dalby?' Little boys can flirt most
admirably, I thought.

   'In a few minutes.  Anything cold in the fridge.'

   'There's some beer.'

   'I'd rather have a coke.'

   'Not been taught to like beer, eh?'

   He giggled.  'I'll get a couple of cokes.'

   I wanted to give his cock time to recover.  With fourteen year-old boys
they are ready again in a few minutes (oh to be fourteen again!), but his
cock was only half hard and I wanted him to be gagging for it when I gave
him his first fuck.

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   Good things are worth waiting for, and we sat close together, my arm
over his shoulder, his hand in my lap sometimes giving my cock a gentle rub
ot squeeze as we supped our drinks and watched the video.  The guy was
fucking his boy a second time (he was worth it, too!), this time laying on
top of the boy who had his legs wide splayed, ankles hooked together in the
small of the guy's back.

   'Look at his face!  He's really gone!'.  Mark snuggled closer to me, and
with my spare hand I found his little cock was getting hard again.  And,
indeed the vid boy's face had the dreamy look of a well-filled and
well-fucked arse!

   I disengaged my arm, leaned over my blonde angel, and kissed his knob.
He was properly hard now and I closed my lips around it and slipped it into
my mouth.  I felt his legs stretch out with the renewed pleasure.

   'That's great Mr Dalby.' There was a pause while I bobbed up and down on
him.  'But you gonna teach me to fuck?'

   'I certainly will Mark!'

   I knelt on the floor in front of him, raised his legs spread wide open,
and there was his cute little hairless anus.  I kissed it, and he giggled
as I licked.

   'That's nice!'

   My tongue was in him, and he slipped forward an inch so I could get
deeper.  I licked in and out and round the rim of his arse for several
minutes, and then reached for the tube of KY to make it glisten and gleam,
and more to the point enable my index finger to slide easily in.  No
reaction from the boy, and I started to gently finger fuck, pressing on his
half-formed g-spot with each insertion.  A few seconds of this, and I gave
him the second finger.  He seemed relaxed, and I guessed there would be no
difficulty when I came to the main course, as it were.

   'Kneel down for me, Mark.  That's best for the first time.'

   He knelt with his face pressed into the cushion of the sofa.  I spread
his buttocks, and admired for a moment or two his shining, hairless
arsehole, soon to be my pleasure.  I squeezed some more lube onto it, and
the greased my cock, which was already twitching and dripping precum in
anticipation of a virgin bottom.  I used the knob to spread lube in his
crack, and rested my knob against his anus while I leaned over him and
planted a kiss in the small of his flawless back.  I reached under him, and
found he was grasping his hard cock: I enclosed his fist, cock and balls in
my larger hand and gave all a friendly squeeze.  His bottom was still
little-boy rounded, but there was nothing skinny about his thighs, which
were already beginning to show the musculature of a youth.  I stroked his
bottom and thighs, silky skin, while I put just a little more weight onto
my knob, which I felt enter him perhaps a quarter of an inch, not really
penetarting but just spreading his rim a bit.  I knew he would like that as
all boys do, however virginal, and gave him just a bit more so perhaps half
my knob was in him.

   'OK, Mark?'

   'It's nice!'

   So I pushed hard and felt my knob and a few inches of my shaft slide up
into him.  His body flexed beneath my hands, which were spreading him, one
palm on each bottom cheek, and his anus gripped my cock incredibly tightly
as the pain made him spasm.  But he did not complain or cry out as I waited
for the gripping spasm to pass, which it did as I gently stroked his back
and whispered nonsense quietly to him.  So now I could push it right in,
withdraw it, push slowly again, and we were fucking!

   I did not want to take too long this first time, but it had to be enough
to break him in, as it were.  I reached under him and found he was still
hard, and was wanking at his cock.  So if it was hurting, it was "hurting
good" as they say.  I kissed him in the small of his back and ran my finger
nail the length of it.  He shuddered, but raised his head which had been
buried in the cushion, and looked over his shoulder.  He was smiling!  I
managed to kiss him on the lips, still fucking in and out his arsehole,
which was looser now.

   'OK, Mark?'

   'I think I'll learn to like it quickly.  It's kinder nice really.'

   His head back in the cushion: it was quite difficult to look backwards
in his kneeling position.  I started to fuck faster and with more power in
each thrust.  he was still wanking away at his cock.

   'Jeez, I'm coming!'

   That was my cue as well, and with a few really hard thrusts, my thighs
crashing into his bum, I came deep inside him, timing my own cum with the
end of his.  We rested a couple of minutes, my cock still in him, me
leaning onto him and whispering in his ear how good it had been for me. 
And then his bottom expelled my half-hard cock with a "cunt-fart".  We were
a bit shitty to be honest (I would have to give him a douche and show him
how to use it), but I had some tissues and cleaned him and myself up, as
well as his cum that had splashed onto the carpet and a bit onto the sofa.
It was not much, and was only thin boy-cum in any case.

   'We'd better clean up properly, Mark.'

   'Let's shower together.  That'll be fun.'

   It was too!  We soaped each other down, and I felt his small hands over
every inch of my body, stroking and kneading muscles under the warm
needle-spray.  I played with soaped nipples, bottom cheeks, cock, balls,
and Of course his arsehole.  I was soon hard again, as was he!

   'Again, Mr Dalby?  shall we do it again?'

   'You sure?  Not sore, I mean?'

   'I want to learn, Mr Dalby.'

   There was a chrome rail along one wall of the wet room and Mark leaned
on this jutting his arse out for me.  I used soap for lube and was up and
in him easily this time.  He wriggled his arse and pushed it still further
out towards me, and I fucked him hard and long, about five minutes, before
I came again.  He was hard all the time and jerking off, but did not cum,
so after I had come I turned him round, knelt in front of him, and sucked
his cock while he jerked at it until he came, almost a dry-cum in my mouth.


  
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   And so it went on for a couple of months, every day.  Some weeks I would
fuck Mark more than Tina, others the girl had more of me than the boy.

   But, inevitably, I eventually started to want a change.

   Mrs Mensah was a real beauty.  Usually I don't go for grown women,
preferring adolescents, but Felicity Mensah was petite, a tiny woman with
an hourglass figure and small tits so firm the nipples could poke your eyes
out.  And she was talented, using cunt, mouth and arsehole to pleasure her
man.  She started to pay the interest on her loan with a weekly session on
her double bed.

   Her son, Kojo or sometimes Kevin, was a handsome lad of thirteen years
and he soon caught my eye too.  I suggested to his mother that the
principal of the loan could be paid off £100 a time by her son if they both
agreed.  She did agree, and after some early problems Kevin did too, giving
me his cock and his arsehole every visit.  The calculation was easy!  I
would fuck him thirty seven times before the loan was cleared!

   So I was beginning to lack energy as well as enthusism for Tina and
Mark. The question was how to get rid of them painlessly and quickly.

  
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   The answer was obvious: get them interested in each other, and they
would lose interest in me.

   I invited both of them round to my pent-house the next Saturday
afternoon, not telling them anything much, but promising each a "nice, big
surprise."

   I had asked Mark for half an hour before Tina as I was not so sure about
him.  Tina, I knew, would love the attention of two guys, but would Mark
fancy a girl, even a stunner like Tina?  or was he a hundred percent gay?

   I was naked when he rang the sceurity phone, and so was he within a
minute of my closing the door behind him.

   'What's the surprise, Mr Dalby?'

   'In a couple of minutes, Mark.  But first, will you answer a couple of
questions completely honestly for me?'

   'I'll try....'

   'OK.  Have you ever fancied a girl?  You ever think about girls or look
at pics of them when you're wanking?'

   He blushed.  I swear the boy blushed.  He'd never blushed when I
stripped him, nor when I sucked his cock, nor when I fucked his arse, but
mention girls and he blushed a bright pink!

   'Is that the surprise?  A girl?  You got a girl, Mr Dalby?'

   'I might have.  But you didn't answer my question.'

   'I do.  I mean I do think about girls sometimes when I jerk off, but
also men sometimes.  And boys.  You don't mind, Mr Dalby?  I mean you asked
me to be honest.'

   'Of course I don't mind.  I like girls sometimes myself too.  We're both
bi-sexual, which is good.  And it's particularly good, because my favourite
girl will be here in twenty minutes.  Here, what do you think of this?' I
handed him a photo, decent but dead sexy of her in her mini, tight top and
blonde pony-tail.  You could see it was taken on the pier with Marine
Parade behind her.'This is Tina, and she's every bit as sexy as she looks.'

   'Fuckin ell!  And she's coming here?  Does she know I'm here?'

   'No.  but she'll be pleased to find two naked guys instead of one.  You
reckon you'll want to fuck her, Mark?'

   'You won't mind, Mr Dalby?'

   'I want you to.  You fuck her and I'll fuck you.  She's never seen me
fuck anyone, let alone a handsome lad like you.'

   'I'll fuck her, all right!  Not half!  Twenty minutes?'

   I looked at my watch.  'Twelve now, and I bet she's on time.  Let's sit
down and watch some porn for a few minutes, and no playing!  Save it for
when Tina's here.'

   The porn was, of course, a carefully selected dvd, with a
Spanish-looking girl, a redhead, and two blonde studs.  The few minutes
passed pleasantly, until we heard the door phone ring.

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   She was dressed simply but oh-so-sexily, her hair in a pony tail, her
tits pushing at a tight plain white cotton top, and her long, tanned legs
ending in a very tight blue denim hot-pants, so tight you could easily
imagine her cunt lips snug within.  She had pink, little-girl trainers that
I had seen before.  All in all, with her happy smile of greeting, and her
lovely complexion that needed no cosmetics, she was as desirable as when I
had first fucked her months before.

   Her eyes were drawn to my cock, which pointed towards her.

   'I can see you've been looking forward to this!' She reached out and
grasped nmy cock, in a gesture that suddenly reminded me of a handshake on
meeting.  I found this amusing, and laughed.  She giggled too.  'And I'm
the same, all wet and squishy thinking about you, Mr Dalby.'

   'Let's see then!' I was fumbling at the waist of her shorts, but she
took over, undoing a catch and wriggling them down off her hips to fall to
her feet.  She was wearing a simple white cotton thong, with a red heart
printed in the middle of the vee.  She was already pulling the t-shirt up
over her head as she stepped away from the shorts.  Naked tits, of course,
perfect and firm teenage tits.  Mark was a lucky young lad to start his
bisexual career with this real beauty!

   We kissed there in the lobby, me leaning down to reach her lips, two
arms around her and hands resting on her bottom cheeks, naked except for
the bootlace of the thong stretched into her arse-crease, she one arm round
my neck, the other hand holding my cock.I could feel her nipples pressing
into my flesh as we embraced, tongues and lips working in our passion.  A
drop of precum dripped from my cock onto the polished wood floor.

   Finally, 'What's my big surprise, then?'

   'Waiting through here.'

   I held her hand and we walked side by side the few steps into my salon.
Mark stood up as we entered, his cock at the ready, just as mine was.  His
double take must have been at Tina's loveliness.

   I don't know what I expected: that they would shake hands, I guess.  But
they just stood there, a pace apart, looking at each other.  Mark's cock
twitched and you could see he a drop of precum in the eye of his prick,
like me.  I broke their trance.

   'Sit down between us, Tina.'

   It was to say the least cozy, the three of us squeezed together on the
sofa, looking at the dvd.  I had an arm round Tina's shoulder (I really
can't resist a firm and shapely teenage bosom!), she had a hand in my lap,
and the other resting on Mark's.  His hand was laying on her belly, the
other with hers on his cock.

   On the dvd the two couples had split up, the two girls having a
sixtynine across their bed, while the two guys were fucking, one kneeling
with his face in the pillows while the other shafted him with a slow,
deliberate rhythm.

   'Boys do that, but I didn't know girls like it!' With Mark we had always
watched male gay films before, and this must have been his first taste of
lesbian frolics.

   'Oh yes!  We all like that.  Or most of us at any rate.'

   'Your breasts are nicer than theirs, Tina.' His hand moved tentatively
over her breast, the other one, the one I was not caressing.  Her hand
closed over it, holding it hard over her nipple.  'Do you do that?'

   'Whenever I get the chance....' She had her fist round his cock now. 
'That's dead sexy.  The guys I mean.  I never saw that before.'

   'Let's show her the real thing, Mark.  Better still, Tina, Mark can suck
you off while I fuck him.  Pull her panties off, Mark.'

   That lovely triangle of golden curls, and the nearly hairless cunt lips
, swollen already and "squishy" to use her word, her little clit just
peeping out.

   We arranged herself so Tina lay slumped on the sofa, her butt right on
the edge so her cunt was there for Mark to kiss as he knelt between her
legs.  He gave a tentative little kiss, and then as she pulled the lips
apart, he buried his face in her pussy, licking and sucking as if he had
been doing it for years.  I knelt behind him and spread some lube on his
bottom hole and my cock.  We had fucked so often there was no need for any
great preparation.  One push and I was in.

   He sighed, and his bubble butt strained backwards towards me so I
penetrated fully, my belly against his bum.  He had one arm under the girl,
the other hand holding onto her breast.  The two of them were making those
lovely little noises, Tina of a girl whose clit and pussy were being lashed
by his tonge and lips, Mark of a boy with a vigorous cock in his arse.

   I fucked him as hard as I could, and made no effort to delay my orgasm.
In fact, just as Tina was coming, I unloaded in the boy's bottom.

   I pulled out.  No mess!  I'd taught Mark well how to douche before anal
sex.

   'Now you two children can play as much as you want.  Mark, you had
better use a condom.  Here, I've put some on the side-table with the lube.
It's ok with me as I've had my vasectomy, but we don't want Tina to get
pregnant do we.  Enjoy yourselves.  I've got a business meeting.  Just let
yourselves out when you've done, and slam the door behind you.  Have fun!'

   They probably heard me, and looked up from their embrace to wave to me
as I walked out.  My "business meeting" would be with Kojo-Kevin, of
course, and the quick fuck with Mark would really set me up for a long,
slow fuck of the ebony lad his mother watching and sometimes caressing my
arse......

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