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Thanks to Zen Master for proof-reading the story and pointing out some
embarrassing mistakes.

   Unlike two recent stories, 'Invasion' and 'The Right Place', which were
written partly to test formatting issues, this is a serious attempt to
write an entertaining story, although the fact that it depicts underage sex
will deter some readers.  I'd be grateful for any feedback or critique.

   The door is slightly ajar for a sequel.  My Muse seems happy to let it
rest, but has proved open to negotiation in the past so if there's enough
demand, who knows.

   I hope you enjoy reading the story, I enjoyed writing it.

   Riv Yavtry





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----- Part 1 -----

   My name is Chris.  I'm a burglar by profession.  I'm not proud of the
fact, it's just a way to earn a living.

   I was taken into care when I was too young to remember and went through
a succession of foster homes and children's homes before being thrown out
on the streets with minimal qualifications at 16.  I went through several
dead-end jobs before I met "Dave" in a pub one night - I'm not even sure
that Dave was his real name.  We became friends and bumped into one another
quite frequently after that.  One night Dave asked me if I wanted to help
him with a job.  It turned out to be my first burglary.  While we were in
the house I was shaking with fear, and yet got turned on by the thrill.  We
made a decent haul and the money was very welcome.  We did jobs regularly
after that, Dave showing me how to case a joint, what was worth stealing
and how to find a fence to dispose of the booty.

   One night Dave and I were supposed to meet in the pub before a job, but
he never showed up and I never saw him again.  Perhaps he was caught by the
police, perhaps he was run over by a bus.  Anyway, that provided me with
the incentive to go solo and I gave up my latest crappy day job to go
full-time.  I considered that life owed me something for all the shit it
had served me so far.

   I developed a routine.  I would move to a new area once a month, staying
in a downmarket bed and breakfast.  For a fortnight I would do no jobs,
selling on the spoils from jobs I did two months ago, and taking the time
to study the area and thoroughly case properties of interest.  Then I would
try to fit in an average of a job every couple of days until the end of the
month, when I would move on at least 50 miles.  I mostly worked by day as
properties with two working adults are empty yet can contain some quite
desirable bounty.  I was very careful what I took, only small items of
medium-to-high value that I could carry and dispose of easily, jewellery
and watches for example.  I didn't make a fortune but I got by and I built
up a small nest-egg in case I had to change my line of business.

   I told the b&b owners that I worked for a franchising company,
travelling from area to area looking for suitable areas for them to start a
new franchise - I would report back and if it was favourable in terms of
potential market and availability of premises then the company would
recruit a franchisee to service the area.  It sounds a bit lame but the
cover story didn't give me too many awkward questions.

   I had a surprisingly active sex life.  Almost every landlady is looking
for some excitement to brighten up her life and they frequently made passes
at me - if they were at all decent looking I was happy to oblige and they
taught me a lot, and I really mean a lot.  Sometimes they had children
living at home and occasionally the daughters would show their interest
too, but that would have been way too risky for me.  I succumbed to the odd
chambermaid though, in establishments which could afford to hire extra
help.

   The month had been dire.  The b&b was awful and the takings from the
burglaries so far had been minimal.  It was Friday, and the next day I was
due to move on to a new area.  I was sorely tempted not to bother with any
more jobs, but there was one last property on my list of potentials I had
scoped out, and a coin toss decided it for me.

   The property was large, a bit grander than my usual target, and it was
set in quite large grounds.  Surprisingly there was no burglar alarm and
fortunately no dog.  Other than that the owners had done most things right,
but left one weakness that I had soon spotted with my trained eye.  I'm not
going to tell you what it was because I might visit your area one day and I
don't want you to be prepared.  There was evidence that the owners had at
least one kid, but it was term time and mid-morning so the kid should have
been at school.  The property looks empty.

   I gained entry quite easily then move from room to room looking for
items of value.  It was a complete nightmare, as though the owners had
known I was coming and had hidden everything that might have been of
interest.  I finished a circuit of downstairs empty handed then moved
upstairs.  The master bedroom showed promise until I found the safe - small
but very effective and beyond my capabilities to crack.  Guest bedroom -
nothing.  Adolescent boy's bedroom - nothing.  The last room on the floor
was a young girl's bedroom.  I nearly didn't bother but sometimes indulgent
mothers give their kids valuable heirlooms to keep so I decided on a quick
look.  As I entered the room I sensed something behind me and started to
turn round but I was too late.....

   ----- Part 2 -----

   Slowly I regained consciousness.  I was aware of a throbbing pain
emanating from the back of my head where someone had hit me with a hard
object.  My back and legs felt raw and bruised.  I was lying naked and
spreadeagled on something soft but rubbery, possibly a rubber sheet on a
bed.  I was blindfolded and had a wad of cloth in my mouth to gag me.  Even
my watch had been removed.  There were cords round my wrists and ankles.  I
tried to move my arms and discovered the cords were tied to something.  I
gave a hard tug to see how secure they were but nothing gave.  "Oh look,
he's awake," came a young girl's voice.  "Shall we remove his blindfold and
gag and get started?" replied another young girl.  "Let's do it!" the first
girl replied.

   Hands brushed my face as the blindfold and gag were removed, and I
scrutinised my captors.  I couldn't tell how old the girls were but they
couldn't have been more than thirteen and they had to be more than eleven
because they were wearing the uniform of the local secondary school.  One
girl was a potential supermodel - thin as a rake, tall for her age, long
blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, expressionless face with a beautiful
tanned complexion and dazzling blue eyes.  The other girl, in a few years
time, would be a sex bomb.  Slim, but not excessively so, with a clearly
defined waist, nicely muscled limbs, and every prospect of a stunning
figure to come.  Short, almost boyish red hair, green eyes, very pale skin
with freckles and an unbelievably cute little button nose.  The school
uniform consisted of white blouse, blue blazer and grey pleated skirt
almost down to the knees, and white ankle socks.  Both girls had removed
their blazers and I could see they were wearing bras under their blouses
but I couldn't tell what was hidden underneath.

   "My name's Callie," said the blonde, "and this is Sophie.  What's your
name?" "Dave," I lied.  SLAP!  The smack on the face the blonde had given
me made my teeth clash and sent waves of pain through my already suffering
head.  Sophie held up a credit card with my name on, 'Chris Markham'.  I
groaned.  I had broken one of my own cardinal rules and carried something
that could be used to identify me while I was on a job.  "You're a burglar,
aren't you," said Callie.  I nodded.  "And not a very good one.  We
searched everything you had on you and you hadn't taken anything," added
Sophie, indicating my clothes sitting neatly folded on a chair.  "This is
the summerhouse at the bottom of the garden, converted into a bedsit cum
recording studio for my brother.  We slid you downstairs on the carpet and
carried you here in a wheelbarrow," said Callie.  That explained the
rawness and bruising to my back and legs.  Callie continued "My brother's
away at university and my parents never come down here and they don't know
I have a key so we won't be disturbed.  And it's soundproof so you can make
as much noise as you want but nobody will hear you." "Give him a
demonstration," urged Sophie.  "Helllllpppp," screamed Callie, so loud it
made my head ring.  The kid had one hell of a scream in her.  "So here's
the deal," continued Callie, "you're going to help us with a homework
project.  If we're pleased with your contribution we'll let you go free. 
If you do anything to hurt us or try to trick us, we'll go to the police."
"We watch CSI," added Sophie, "and we know exactly where the bruises should
be to corroborate rape." Sophie lifted up the front of her grey pleated
skirt, unintentionally giving me a quick flash of her panties, and grasped
the inside of her shapely upper thigh tightly, leaving red fingermarks. 
"We know your name and we have your DNA," she continued, holding up the wad
that had been in my mouth, and unballing it to reveal a pair of girl's
panties.  I wondered if one of the girls had been wearing them.  "Do you
agree?" asked Callie.  "I won't be much use.  I left school without any
qualifications." "You've got all the qualifications we need," replied
Sophie, holding up a copy of a popular sex manual.  Suddenly I was
intensely aware of my nakedness, but there was nothing I could do about it.
Sophie suddenly showed some concern for my well-being.  "Do you want a
drink of water?" she asked.  "Yes please, and an aspirin if you have one,"
I replied.  "Sorry, we don't have any aspirin," she apologised as she went
over to the sink, poured some water into a mug and brought it back to me.
She tried to pour some into my mouth too quickly and I spluttered.  She
then supported the back of my head with her hand which allowed me to sip
the water.  I was so thirsty that I drank the whole mugful, but declined a
refill.  "I need to pee, could I use the toilet please?" I asked.  The two
girls conferred in whispers on the other side of the room - I heard
something about not risking untying me and one of them whispered that she'd
never seen a man pee and they reached a decision.  "You'll have to pee into
a container," announced Callie.  With her left hand she held on my belly
the same mug I had just drunk from, and with her right hand she held my
flaccid cock pointing into the mug.  That was one of the hardest things
I've had to do in my life - pee into a mug with a young girl, a mere child,
holding my cock.  Eventually I managed to relax enough and release a stream
of straw coloured liquid.  Both girls were riveted at the sight. 
Eventually the flow petered out to a trickle then just an odd drop.  "I
would squeeze the last few drops out then shake it dry," I instructed. 
However Sophie fetched a tissue and wiped the end dry, although she didn't
pull back my foreskin to do it properly.  "Right," said Callie, "let's
start."

   ----- Part 3 -----

   The two girls opened the sex manual.

   "Chapter One: Foreplay," said Callie.  "Hmmm, sensual stroking.  I don't
think so," said Sophie.  "Kissing.  Do you fancy kissing him?" asked
Callie. "No!  Let's skip this chapter," replied Sophie.  "Chapter Two:
Masturbation," continued Callie.  Callie handed the book to Sophie to hold
and came over to me.  She took my flaccid cock in her hot little hand and
yanked down violently.  "Ouch!" I exclaimed in response to the pain, "that
hurt.  Not so violent." Callie pumped my cock a few times in the fashion
illustrated in the book but my cock still hurt and there was no way I was
going to get hard.  "It's not working," said Sophie, "let's go on to the
next chapter." "What is it?" asked Callie.  "Oral sex," replied Sophie. 
The two girls looked at the illustrations and giggled.  "We have to let him
lick us down THERE!" exclaimed Sophie, unable to keep a straight face. 
"I'm game.  I'll go first," said Callie.  Callie reached under her skirt
and peeled off her panties, pale blue with butterflies on, her privates
obscured at all times by the front of her skirt.  She mounted the bed and
manoeuvred until she was over my head.  Her skirt settled over my head
shutting out the light so I couldn't see anything, but she had got her
positioning wrong anyway and her privates were somewhere around the area of
my throat.  "I can't see," I complained.  "You have to let him see what
he's doing.  You'll have to take your skirt off," Sophie elaborated. 
Callie got off the bed again, unfastened her skirt at the waist, slid it
down her slim legs and stepped out of it.  Callie was a natural blonde,
with one or two blonde hairs on her immature, puffy-lipped pussy.  Her
white privates were a stark contrast to the rest of her honey-tanned skin.
She mounted the bed again and manoeuvred as before, so that her pussy was
somewhere about level with my adam's apple.  "You'll have to shuffle up. 
You're out of reach," I instructed.  "But I'll be sitting on your face,"
replied Callie.  "That's right," I confirmed.  Callie manoeuvred again and
got it right this time, her pussy ending up right over my mouth when she
lowered herself.  I could see up inside her blouse, and her chest seemed to
be completely flat with only an empty bra protruding above her prominent
ribs.  I stuck out my tongue and forced it between her labia.  She tasted
clean and little-girlish, not like a woman.  I explored her dry pussy,
trying to seek out her clit, but I couldn't find it.  "What's it like?"
asked Sophie impatiently.  "It's rather icky," replied Callie.  On impulse
I tried to thrust my tongue into Callie's cunt.  Callie gave a jolt and a
gasp - that had definitely had an effect.  It was hard work on my neck
muscles but I started tongue-fucking the entrance to Callie's cunt and
slowly I felt her getting moist.  "What's it like now?" Sophie
interrogated. "It's strange.  It feels like I'm about to pee and yet I
don't want to pee." I was getting somewhere but my neck muscles were
getting tired so I tried seeking out Callie's clit again.  This time I felt
a definite little bump with my tongue, so I switched to tracing little
circles around it with the tip of my tongue.  Callie was groaning and
breathing heavily.  "Callie, what's wrong?" asked Sophie.  "Nothing," pant,
pant, "You have to try this," pant, pant, "Owwwwww!" Callie pushed down
hard on my face as she came, her thin body trembling from the strain. 
After several seconds Callie recovered enough to dismount.  She looked
flushed, her cheeks were red as though I had slapped her, rather than the
other way round.  "Yeuk, he's made me all slimy," said Callie, feeling
between her legs, "thank God I didn't kiss him." "Your body did that," I
corrected her, "it's your natural lubrication to make sex easier.  Come and
feel my nose and chin - I didn't lick those." Callie came over and looked
at my face.  "Ew, that's icky." "My turn," said Sophie.  She came over with
a towel and cleaned me up, then took off her own skirt revealing quite a
decent figure for a young child and a pair of white panties with blue
flowers on over her slightly rounded belly and nicely rounded buttocks. 
"I'd like to oblige but that was hard work on my neck and tongue.  Could
you give me a drink of water and a few minutes rest please," I asked.

   Despite the obvious look of disappointment on her face, Sophie swilled
out the mug I had just peed in, and filled it with water.  No accidents
this time as she helped me drink it.  Meanwhile Callie had been looking
ahead in the book.  She showed an illustration to Sophie.  "Look, that's
how a woman gives oral sex to a man." "That's gross," said Sophie, "that's
where he pees from.  We're supposed to put that in our mouths?" "Yes," I
joined in, "fair's fair, I licked Callie where she pees from.  I didn't
even ask her to wash it clean first, but you're welcome to clean me first."
Sophie filled the mug with more water and brought a box of tissues with
her. She moistened a tissue and gently wiped my cock with it, gently
pulling back the foreskin to reveal the head.  Both girls watched
attentively as they examined my cock in detail while Sophie finished
washing it, then wiped it dry on the towel.  "I suppose I could give it a
try," said Callie reluctantly.  She took another look at the illustrations,
then climbed back on the bed between my legs.  She took the shaft of my
cock in her left hand, and popped the head into her mouth.  The hot wetness
did the trick and for the first time since the ordeal started, my cock
sprang to life.  Callie looked shocked at seeing my cock increase so hugely
in size, but I looked her in the eyes and reassured her.  "That's good,
you're doing fine." "What do I do now?" asked Callie.  "The book says it's
a blow job so I guess you blow," said Sophie.  "No, although you can suck
if you want to.  Use your tongue, and lick down the underside." Callie
obliged and I groaned quietly as my cock seemed to get harder and harder.
"You see those two fleshy objects that are hanging down.  See if you can
get one in your mouth and suck it," I instructed.  "Ew, no way, they're all
hairy," responded Callie, putting the head of my cock back in her mouth. 
"Then gently pump your hand up-and-down my shaft," I instructed.  Unlike
the violence Callie perpetrated on my cock last time, this time she got it
right.  I felt my groin start to tighten.  "I'm going to cum," I warned,
trying to raise my hips off the bed to thrust my cock deeper into Callie's
mouth.  Callie took her hand off my cock and let it slip out of her mouth.
I groaned with disappointment.  "What does that mean?" she asked.  The urge
to cum quickly evaporated, and my cock, leaking pre-cum, started to go
soft. "When a man cums, he shoots out semen.  Some women don't like the
taste so they either take the cock out of their mouth or take it in deeply
so the semen bypasses the taste buds on the tongue.  It can be quite
difficult to swallow because it's rather stringy." "Oh," responded Callie.
My cock was now flaccid again, and the head felt chilly where Callie's
saliva and my pre-cum were drying.

   "My turn," insisted Sophie.  She slid her panties down her shapely
thighs and stepped out of them, displaying a more mature pussy with a light
covering of thick red hairs.  "Alright then, I think I'm ready for you," I
acceded.  Sophie climbed on the bed and got into position over my head. 
She had learned from Callie and got her position right first time.  She had
a faint musky odour, as though she had been turned on by what she had
witnessed between me and Callie, and this was confirmed when I stuck my
tongue between her labia and found that she was already moist.  I looked up
her blouse and saw that above her pale, freckled skin her training bra was
filled quite nicely by a couple of promising protuberances.  She tasted
slightly tangy and yet sweet at the same time.  I sought out her clit with
my tongue and found the prominent little button immediately.  I flicked her
clit with my tongue and she mewed like a cat.  It wasn't going to take long
to make Sophie cum.  A few circles round the clit to tease it, then another
flick, and Sophie rewarded me with a stream of juices which I swallowed
readily.  Sophie was mewing almost continuously and when I circled her clit
then flicked it again she came violently, clasping her hot thighs to the
side of my head and grinding her pussy into my face.  I continued licking
round her clit, and although Sophie had relaxed her thighs she continued
mewing.  More circling and another flick and she came for a second time,
and this time I was almost suffocated as she ground into my face.  It took
several long seconds for her orgasm to die down, then Sophie collapsed on
top of me.  "God, that was awesome," she exclaimed while panting to get her
breath back.

   Callie brought the towel back over and wiped Sophie's juices from my
face.  She looked rather jealous that Sophie had had two very obvious
orgasms to her one.  "Right, it's your turn to put his cock in your mouth,"
she insisted to Sophie.  "Do I have to?" Sophie complained.  "Don't you
think he deserves it?" Callie responded.  "I suppose so." Sophie took the
towel and wiped herself dry between the legs then slid down the bed until
she was between my legs.  She took my limp cock in her hands and
suspiciously put the head in her mouth.  She took it out again to say "it's
salty." "When a man gets excited he emits a small amount of lubricant of
his own.  It's slightly salty," I explained.  Sophie slid her lips back
over the head, and kept on going.  The moist heat brought my cock back to
life and I felt the head probe towards Sophie's throat.  She gagged
slightly when it hit the back of her mouth, but repositioned her head to
take it even deeper.  Two thirds of my cock were now in this young girl's
mouth; any more and she'd be deep-throating me.  She started using her
tongue on the underside of my shaft and because there was no room to pump
her hand up-and down, she started clenching and unclenching her hand on my
shaft.  Sophie was giving me a better blow-job than any of the landladies.
I felt my groin tighten and the impending inevitability.  "I'm about to
cum," I warned.  Sophie's only response was to focus her beautiful green
eyes on mine while continuing her ministrations.  Suddenly I exploded,
shooting spurt after spurt down my cock and into the waiting mouth.  The
first spurt took Sophie by surprise but she instinctively swallowed.  The
timing of each spurt matched the unclenching of Sophie's hand, producing a
sort of feedback that made me spurt again and again and again.  I must have
squirted twenty jets of cum into Sophie's mouth, and each time she managed
to swallow it.  "What's happening, what's going on?" demanded Callie. 
"I've just had my best ever blowjob," I gasped, with a very satisfied smile
on my face.  Sophie released my rapidly deflating cock and let it slip from
her mouth.  She coughed slightly and grabbed the mug of water, gulping it
greedily, even though it had been used to wash my cock.  "I didn't see
anything," complained Callie.  "There's still some cum on the end of my
cock," I volunteered.  Callie sniffed the white streaks on the head of my
cock and wrinkled her nose.  "Ew, did you swallow that?" she asked Sophie.
"Like a true professional," I replied.  It was intended as praise and
fortunately was taken as such by Sophie, who responded by smiling at me as
though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

   Callie didn't know whether to be grateful or jealous that I hadn't shot
a load into her mouth.  She looked at her watch.  "It's dinner time.  I'm
going to the local shop for sandwiches.  Are you coming, Sophie?" "Yes, I'm
hungry," Sophie replied.  The two girls got dressed.  "Can we get you some
sandwiches?" Sophie asked me.  I asked for ham and pickle and a cola, since
beer was obviously not on the menu.  Callie searched my jeans' pockets and
pulled out a tenner.  "This will do nicely," she smiled at me.  The two
girls then left.

   ------ Part 4 -----

   After what seemed like half an hour the girls returned with a carrier
bag.  Three packs of sandwiches, two packs of tuna and mayo for the girls
and ham and pickle for me, and three cans of drink.  Because I was still
tied spreadeagled to the bed, Sophie had to feed me and hold the can to my
mouth.  We even made polite conversation.  I asked the girls why they
weren't at school.  "We felt like a day off hanging out here," replied
Callie.  "Our school has an electronic tagging system.  When you get to
school in the morning, you register and you're given a wristband.  The
wristband is tracked to make automatic attendance counts and check that
you're still on school property.  We signed in this morning then gave our
wristbands to our friend Jill who has all the same classes.  Later this
afternoon we'll have to go back to school so Jill can give us our
wristbands so we can hand them in and sign out.  I asked the girls how old
they were.  "I'm thirteen in a couple of months," replied Sophie.  "I was
twelve four months ago," replied Callie.  I asked a few more questions
about family, pets, what they wanted to do when they left school.  Callie
wanted to be a nurse and Sophie wanted to be a model; each wanted to be
what the other was showing an aptitude for.

   Eventually, when my drink was long finished and Sophie had just drained
the last dregs from her can, Callie reached for the manual again.  "Chapter
Four: Straight Sex," she read aloud.

   "I can't possibly have sex with you," I butted in.  Telling Callie she
couldn't do something only goaded her into wanting it more.  "And why not?"
she pouted, her blue eyes flaring at me.  "Firstly you haven't got a
condom, and secondly you're far too small.  You saw how big my penis is
when erect.  It will never fit inside you.  You should wait until you're
older and have sex with someone you love." "I have too got a condom,"
Callie replied with a flourish, "and Jill says she's had sex with her
boyfriend and if she can, I can." Callie went over to a chest of drawers
and pulled a drawer open.  She rummaged around under her brothers clothes
then triumphantly produced a condom, still sealed in its foil wrapper. 
"I'll go first again," declared Callie.  She ripped open the foil and took
out the condom.  She pulled it out into a sausage shape, then worried about
how to fit it over my flaccid cock.  She pushed and pulled and squeezed for
several minutes but was patently unsuccessful.  "Oh well, we don't need one
anyway," she announced, "Jill says you can't get pregnant the first time
you have sex." I didn't correct her.

   Callie took off her skirt and panties again, so that she was naked from
her waist down to her white ankle socks.  She climbed onto the bed and
positioned herself over my groin.  She tried to insert my flaccid cock into
her cunny but it just wouldn't go.  "I think you need a bit of help here,"
I volunteered.  "Firstly you need to get me aroused so that my cock is
hard, and secondly you need some lubricant to help my cock slide inside
you." Sophie held up a bottle of hand cream.  "Will this do?" she asked. 
Sophie also had an answer to the first problem.  She got on the bed with me
and Callie, and taking a firm grasp of my cock with her right hand, sucked
the rest of it deep into her mouth.  I was helpless to resist, and my cock
sprang to life, seeking the back of Sophie's throat.  Disappointingly she
then pulled her head away.  "I'll hold it while you coat it with hand
cream," Sophie instructed Callie.  Callie squeezed a dollop of hand cream
into her palm then smeared it onto my cock.  "Now I'll keep hold while you
lower yourself onto him," Sophie again instructed.  Sophie's firm grip
round the base of my cock kept it engorged with blood, so it stayed erect
even though I no longer felt aroused.  Callie lowered herself until the
head of my cock was just between her labia and about to enter her cunny. 
"It's not too late to change your mind," I encouraged, "you don't have to
do this." "I'm going to do it and you can't stop me," insisted Callie.  She
lowered herself some more so that the head of my cock was just inside her
cunny, but then hit an obstruction which made us both gasp.  Callie looked
at me with surprise.  "You're a virgin, your hymen's intact," I observed.
"If you push down hard you should be able to break it but it will hurt and
you might bleed a little." "I'm going to do this," Callie insisted again.
She paused for a moment as though building up the nerve to do it, then
thrust down hard.  My cock burst through her hymen, but she immediately
went rigid as she forced herself not to cry out.  A trickle of blood wound
its way down my cock and onto Sophie's hand.  "Just hold still for a while
and let the pain ease," I advised.  Tears were running down Callie's face
and she sniffled, but her blue eyes glared defiantly into mine; she was
determined to continue.  The strain of holding herself rigid despite the
pain soon began to tell and beads of sweat broke out on her forehead and
her white school blouse developed transparent patches and stuck to her thin
frame.  However the tears stopped and she wiped her face dry, then the
trickle of blood stopped and she steeled herself to continue.  Little by
little her hot, tight little cunny swallowed my cock until it bottomed out
about two-thirds in.  Callie was very tight and clearly not aroused as she
wasn't producing any lubrication of her own.  "What now?" she asked me for
instructions.  "Raise yourself and lower yourself.  You'll be able to feel
when you get the rhythm right." Callie slowly raised and lowered herself on
my cock.  It didn't seem to be doing either of us any good - it fact my
foreskin was feeling a bit raw because she was so tight.  "Rub yourself
where I licked you this morning," I suggested.  Callie obeyed, and slowly
it had an effect.  Penetration became easier and deeper as she became
aroused and lubricated, and she speeded up until she was bobbing up and
down quite quickly.  She still couldn't take my full length but Sophie was
forced to take her hand away and I stayed hard.  Callie's previously flat
belly bulged slightly as my cock penetrated her slender frame.  "Oh God",
pant, pant, "that's good," pant, pant, "that's sooo good," pant pant,
"Owwwww!" I felt Callie's cunt contracting round my cock as she came, then
when her orgasm was over she got off me and collapsed, panting and
red-faced, on the bed beside me.  I wish I could have photographed her face
in the next few moments; it looked as alive and vibrant as at any time
since I had first seen her, and with some whispy strands of blonde hair
plastered across her face it looked incredibly sultry and mature.

   "My turn now," announced Sophie.  My cock was still hard, and smeared
with a mixture of hand cream, and blood and fluids from Callie.  I thought
Sophie would clean me up first, but no, she whipped off her skirt to reveal
a wet patch at the crotch of her panties.  The panties quickly followed and
then she was on me, pushing her cunny down on my cock.  To my surprise it
slid in easily; her hymen must have been broken by sports.  Another
surprise that Sophie's hot, tight little hole took my whole length on the
first stroke despite her being physically shorter than Callie.  Sophie's
extra athleticism and stronger thigh muscles meant that she was quickly
able to strike up and maintain a decent rhythm.  This was proper fucking
and I was getting aroused too.  Although Sophie was tight, she was well
lubricated and my cock didn't feel the discomfort it had with Callie.  "I'd
love to see your breasts," I whispered.  Barely breaking rhythm, Sophie
unbuttoned her blouse then felt round behind her back and released her bra.
Sophie's breasts were tiny, smaller than a golf ball, with large areolae,
and her erect nipples clearly demonstrated her arousal.  "I can't believe
you just did that," exclaimed Callie, shocked that Sophie was showing me
her breasts while she had kept hers firmly covered.  Sophie and I were so
engrossed we didn't care.  On Sophie's downstrokes I was raising my hips of
the bed in response, and I could feel my groin start to tighten.  Sophie
was mewing and panting now so I realised she too was close to cumming.  I
squeezed my muscles to delay cumming, but an attractive pink blush spread
over Sophie's pale, freckled body and her cunny started throbbing round my
cock so I relaxed and let my semen spurt into her unprotected cunny. 
Despite our age difference we came in perfect harmony, the spasms of
Sophie's cunny milking my life-giving seed.  At last I was sucked dry and
Sophie collapsed on top of me, her perky nipples pressing into my chest. 
By bending my head down I was able to give her a gentle kiss on the
forehead.  Sophie looked up and gazed into my eyes with a look of wonder
and adoration on her face, then she kissed me on the lips.  I responded,
and the kiss became passionate.  I probed between her lips with my tongue
and she parted them and let me enter.  Our tongues met and I tasted
incredible sweetness.  Then Callie destroyed the moment.  "Look at the
time, Sophie.  We have to get back to school to get our wristbands back
from Jill so we can sign out," she said, with more than a hint of jealousy.

   Reluctantly Sophie peeled herself away from me.  The two girls cleaned
up and got dressed.  "We've got to go back to school now," said Sophie,
"but we'll be back after our evening meals.  Can we get you a burger or
something?" "Yes please," I replied, "a burger would be fine." The two
girls left in their school uniforms, looking angelically innocent.

   ----- Part 5 -----

   I hadn't realised daylight was entering the building but it gradually
faded, turning objects in the room into grey shadows.  Without a watch I
had no idea how long I was alone.  It was probably only two or three hours,
and yet those seemed to be the longest hours of my life.  Although the
girls had cleaned themselves up, they had left the mixture of hand cream,
juices and blood to dry to itchiness on my rather raw cock.  My back was
sticking uncomfortably to the rubber sheet, and raising myself up for a few
seconds relief only seemed to make it worse.  I had to keep flexing my arm
and leg muscles to ward off ever impending numbness.  And what started as a
mild discomfort in my bladder became potential disaster with nothing to
take my mind off it.

   I was jiggling around on the bed in agony when the girls returned.  As
they switched the light on, the aroma of burger and chips reached my
nostrils.  The girls were now dressed in casual wear, t-shirts and jeans,
although Callie's t-shirt was so short you could see her lower ribs. 
"What's wrong?" asked Sophie, noticing my discomfort.  "I desperately need
to pee.  If you don't hurry, I'll go all over the bed," I replied.  Sophie
fetched the same mug as before and held my cock to point into it.  Despite
my desperate need to go, it took quite a while before I could relax my
muscles enough for the pee to start dribbling out.  "Oh, we didn't clean
you up," observed Sophie, noticing the dried residues on my cock.  The pee
now speeded up and the mug filled rapidly.  "Whoa," instructed Sophie, and
she squeezed my cock hard.  Somehow I clamped my muscles to stop the flow.
Sophie emptied the mug then brought it back.  I released my muscles again
but this time only an intermittent dribble came out, accompanied by a
burning sensation in my urethra.  After an age the dribble ceased, although
it felt as though there was still some pee left in my bladder.  Sophie
emptied the mug again and brought it back with fresh water inside.  She
gently wiped my cock clean using more tissues then towelled it dry.

   By this time the burger and chips were lukewarm, but still tasted
delicious.  Sophie fed me the burger and chips, although both girls helped
to polish off the chips.  Then it was canned drinks all round, Sophie
helping me with my cola.  Despite the discomfort, I was rather enjoying all
the attention I was getting from Sophie.  "We intended to bring Jill back
with us," said Callie, "but her folks grounded her because she stayed out
too late at last week's disco." I was rather relieved at that, as my cock
was a bit raw and I didn't think it could cope with much more action.

   Eventually the manual reappeared and the girls continued their way
through it.  At first they were apparently looking at the various positions
for straight sex.  "That one looks really uncomfortable," giggled Sophie,
pointing at an illustration, "I don't think I'd like to try it." "We'd have
to untie him for this one, and we agreed not to risk it.  Besides, I'm
still a bit sore down there so I don't really want more sex at the moment,"
replied Callie.  "Oh look, there's what we did, with the woman on top,"
exclaimed Sophie.

   After the chapter on straight sex, the book apparently moved onto
various other sex-related themes.  I couldn't read the book from where I
was lying, although I made a mental note to obtain a copy, but I could
guess at the various aspects from comments the girls made sporadically.

   "That looks like a cock," said Callie, "why would anyone buy a rubber
one when you can have the real thing," indicating in my direction.  "I
don't see the point of that," said Sophie, pointing at an illustration in
the book, "it says it's a vibrator but what vibrates and why?"

   "I used to hate it when my dad spanked me.  How can that be fun?" asked
Callie.  "I don't want to be spanked and I don't think we can spank Chris
because we'd have to untie him to turn him over," replied Sophie.  I think
that was the first time either girl had used my name.  "And we don't have
any whips or riding crops," added Callie.

   "Urgh, that man is peeing on that woman," said Callie.  "I suppose we
could pee on Chris but that would make a terrible mess to clean up,"
replied Sophie, "and I can't see what we'd get out of it."

   "Bondage!" exclaimed Sophie.  "Well, we're already doing that." "And
look at this one, the woman's wearing a school uniform," said Callie. 
"We've done that too," replied Sophie, with a bemused look on her face. 
"Look, a nurse and a policeman," added Callie.

   Although I couldn't read the manual from where I was lying, I could tell
from the thickness of pages that the girls were nearing the end.  My hopes
rose that the girls would soon finish the manual and end my incarceration.

   "Anal sex," announced Callie.  "Ew, the man is putting his cock up her
bum," observed Sophie, "That's gross - I'm not doing that!" My relief was
tempered by the fact that everything I had done with Sophie so far had
worked well.  However Callie, having been outdone by Sophie at every turn
so far, spotted her chance to get her own back.  "Well I'm going to give it
a go," she declared resolutely.  "That's not a good idea," I said, "it
could be more painful than when I broke your hymen.  And if I perforate
your rectum you'll need emergency surgery in hospital." I think I'd have
had a better deterrent effect if I'd been all enthusiastic about it.  As
before, my doubts only served to spur her on.  "If it's that bad it
wouldn't be in this book," she asserted confidently, but then she showed a
bit of uncertainty "but if you've got any suggestions to make it easier
then speak up." "Any chance of you having an enema first?" I asked. 
"What's that?" asked Callie.  "Here's an illustration here in the book,"
observed Sophie, "the woman squirts water up her bum and washes herself
out, but you need special equipment." "That's out then," said Callie. 
"When was the last time you had a shit?" I asked.  "Um, yesterday morning I
think," replied Callie.  "Try to have a shit now then, and force as much
out as you possibly can, then wash yourself thoroughly," I instructed. 
Callie disappeared through a door, presumably into the toilet.  "Have you
got another condom?" I asked Sophie.  "No," she replied.  "This is going to
be messy," I observed, mainly to myself.  A few minutes later I heard the
toilet flush, then I heard water running, then shortly afterwards Callie
returned looking a little flushed herself.  She had obviously strained
quite hard.  I wasn't really surprised she had put her jeans and panties
back on.  Belatedly she realised that hadn't been necessary, and peeled
them down her slender legs and stepped out of them.  She had changed her
panties since the afternoon because she was now wearing pink panties with
butterflies on, presumably part of a set with the blue ones she'd worn
earlier.  "You'll need to get me hard again and you'll need lots and lots
of the hand cream," I instructed.

   As before, Sophie did the necessary to get my cock hard.  In fact, she
was so enthusiastic about getting me hard that I nearly to came in her
mouth again, but to my disappointment she released me just in time.  Then
while she held my cock firmly, trapping the blood inside and keeping it
hard, Callie gave it a thick coating of hand cream.  Callie then knelt over
me and lowered herself towards my cock, similar to her position when she
fucked me previously.  Apparently like an illustration in the book she was
facing me, so I could see her pussy but not her anus.  I felt the head of
my cock meet warm, puckered skin.  Callie pressed down on my cock, but
rather than gaining entry my cock bent painfully then slid up between her
buttocks.  "Sophie, hold my cock and make sure it doesn't slip away again,"
I instructed.  Sophie grasped my cock and held it in position as Callie
lowered herself towards it again.  Again my cock head encountered warm,
puckered skin, which again wouldn't yield.  "Callie, push out as though
you're trying to have a shit," I instructed.  Callie looked distinctly
uncomfortable with the idea.  "It's ok, you're not going to shit all over
me because you've just emptied yourself and anyway my cock is in the way,"
I reassured her.  Callie started to push out, and I could feel her anus
soften.  "Harder," I encouraged.  Callie pushed out as hard as she could,
grunting with exertion, and the head of my cock slid through her sphincter.
Red-faced, Callie gasped and clenched her sphincter as hard as she could,
but my cock was securely inside.  Sophie released her grip on my cock. 
Realising that nothing horrible had happened, Callie slowly relaxed her
muscles again.  "You're doing very well," I encouraged her.  "Now lower
yourself onto my cock very slowly but don't make any sudden movements." I
was expecting Callie's anus to be as tight and hot as her cunny.  Although
it was tight, it wasn't tight enough to rub my cock raw as her cunny had
done initially, but her rectum was way hotter, like a miniature furnace. 
It was hard to believe such a tiny frame could generate so much heat. 
Callie slowly lowered herself and millimetre by millimetre my cock was
absorbed into her.

   I must have been about halfway in by now, and I was starting to get
aroused by the pressure and the fiery heat.  The inside felt strangely
velvety and sticky.  "Oh my God," exclaimed Sophie, half in a whisper,
"what does it feel like?" "Strange," replied Callie, "I sort of need to
shit and yet I don't." "Doesn't it hurt?" asked Sophie.  "No, but my poop
hole feels as though it's about to burst," replied Callie.  "Are you sure
it will return to normal afterwards?" Callie asked me.  "Yes, after a few
minutes," I replied.  "Sophie, rub some more hand cream round Callie's poop
hole to soften it," I instructed.  "What?  That means I'd have to touch
Callie's poop hole!" Sophie protested.  "It's clean, and I'm doing far more
than touch it," I reassured her.  "I suppose so," Sophie reluctantly
agreed. Sophie rubbed some hand cream round Callie's sphincter.  "Oh God,
that feels good," Callie exclaimed.

   Callie resumed her slow downwards journey, and more of my cock
disappeared inside her.  My cock was feeling some resistance now, and I
guessed I was nearing the end of her rectum.  "Don't expect to be able to
get all of me inside you," I warned.  That was like waving a red rag to a
bull.  Callie hadn't been able to take my full length in her cunny whereas
Sophie had, despite being shorter in height.  "Yes I will," insisted
Callie, her blue eyes flashing a steely glare at me.  Callie defiantly put
a bit of a spurt on so my cock was three quarters embedded, then clenched
her muscles hard.  "Oh God, I need to shit," she exclaimed, involuntarily
pushing out hard.  "Just hold still for a while and it might pass," I
instructed.  Callie held herself motionless and gradually relaxed her
internal muscles.  The exertion was telling; little beads of sweat had
broken out on her forehead and stomach.

   After a pause of a couple of minutes or so, Callie resumed, moving very
slowly this time.  My cock felt as though it had grown to baseball bat
proportions, excited by the fiery heat and pressure along its length.  I
was very nearly all the way in.  Suddenly Callie clenched her muscles again
as the urge to shit overwhelmed her, then she relaxed and pushed out again
as her body made a futile attempt to expel my cock.  I felt my groin
tighten, then I lost control, thrusting up violently from my hips.  Callie
gasped as my cock forced itself in all the way, then jetted several spurts
of cum into her rectum.  As my orgasm faded, I relaxed and sank back to the
bed, Callie following me down so that she was sitting on my groin, her tiny
belly bulging obscenely from my presence.  Callie's sphincter, stretched to
it's limit, kept my cock engorged with blood so I stayed hard.  "You just
came in me, didn't you?" asked Callie.  That was a first for Callie, the
first time she had made me cum.  "Yes," I replied.  "What now?" she asked.
"You can't do the pistoning motion you did with your cunny because your
rectum is too fragile.  Gently hump up and down a little." Callie lifted
herself off my groin slightly.  I felt a chill from the juices where her
cunny had pressed against me so she was obviously aroused.  About half an
inch of my cock slipped out of Callie.  Then she pressed down again so I
was fully back inside.  I didn't feel like cumming again, so I was a bit
distracted.  "Show me your breasts," I asked.  "What, do you think I'm a
slut?" Callie replied indignantly, her eyes flaring.  Callie continued her
gentle humping.  Her arousal was obviously growing but she had the
discipline to take it slowly, keeping her hands well away from her clit and
cunny.  The heat and pressure was working on my cock again, and my arousal
started to build to match my hardness.  Callie's humping got more violent,
over an inch of my cock was being exposed every time.  Callie was groaning
in time with her humping and her face was turning bright red, and I could
tell she wasn't far away.  Suddenly she squealed, and the muscles of her
unemployed cunny started contracting violently, the spasms propagating
through her whole body.  That sent me over the edge and I thrust up hard
into her rectum as my second orgasm broke, jetting more spurts of cum into
her depths.  Callie collapsed on top of me, all her muscles slack, and my
cock finally started to deflate and slip out of her.

   Suddenly Callie jumped up and made a dash for the toilet.  Shortly
afterwards there was a loud, rasping fart as her body expelled the air
which had taken the place of my cock.  Sophie looked at my cock, smeared
with shit and semen, with obvious distaste, and an acrid smell permeated
throughout the room.  There came the sound of the toilet flushing and then
water running, then Callie returned, looking a bit sheepish and still very
red faced.  "I thought I was going to shit," she explained.  "You'll do
that quite a lot for the next few hours, but you're only expelling air," I
explained.  To my immense surprise Callie fetched a mug of fresh water and
cleaned me up, previously something that Sophie had always done.  I looked
at Sophie but her resolute stare showed that there was no chance of her
replicating the feat.  Callie looked triumphant at having got one back on
Sophie, and having made me cum twice.

   Callie returned to the book but Sophie suddenly noticed the time.  "Oh
God, I've got to go.  I've got to be home by ten," she announced.  I was
sort of relieved.  I had no idea what lay in those last few pages, and I
was very glad Callie's family didn't own a dog!  Hopefully my ordeal was
now at an end.  "I'd better finish too.  It'll be strange, sneaking past
the house to get to the front door the ringing the bell for my folks to let
me in," said Callie.  Callie put her panties and jeans back on while
speaking.

   The two girls then made for the door.  "Hey, what about me?" I called
out, "I've done what you asked and you said you'd let me go.  I've got to
check out of my bed and breakfast place tomorrow morning.  And these ropes
really hurt." "You should have thought of that before you decided to burgle
us.  Besides, our friend Jill wants to meet you," replied Callie.

   Sophie switched off the light, plunging the room into darkness, then the
two girls left.  "PLEEEASE," I shouted, "don't leave me here." I thrashed
around violently on the bed, but only succeeded in making the cords dig
into my wrists and ankles.  "HELP!" I shouted until I was hoarse, but
nobody came.

   ----- Part 6 -----

   Somehow I must have managed to doze off because I awoke with a jolt when
the door clicked shut.  "Who's there?" I called out.  There was no
response, and it was impossible to see anything in the pitch black.  I lay
there in total silence, waiting for whoever it was to make another noise,
but all I could hear was the sound of my own heart thumping.  Annoyed, I
pulled hard on the cords that restrained me.  To my surprise, the one tied
to my left wrist pulled free.  I leaned over and started picking at the
knots on the cord round my right wrist with my newly liberated left hand.
Because I couldn't see what I was doing in the pitch dark it took a long
time but at last the cord loosened and my right wrist was now also free.  A
few more minutes and I had my ankles free as well.

   I vaguely remembered the position of the door and the light switch so I
swung my legs off the bed in the right general direction and stood up.  I
felt rather unsteady from having been tied down for so long.  Taking very
small steps I moved towards where I thought the door was.  Even so, I
banged my shins a couple of times in the darkness.

   When I reached the wall I moved along it, feeling with my hands.  I
found the light switch very quickly, before I found the door.  Since the
girls had switched the light on earlier when they weren't supposed to be in
here, I guessed the light couldn't be seen from the main house.  I flicked
the switch then winced as the brightness took me by surprise.  Looking
around, I found my clothes still neatly folded on the chair, and I got
dressed.  My jeans' pockets were empty; the girls had taken the small
amount of money I carried with me.  It wasn't a great loss, it could barely
have covered the cost of food and drink they had bought during the day.

   Searching through my jacket pockets, I found my watch, credit card and
b&b keys.  The time was just after 2am.  I had time to get back to the b&b
and get some sleep, pretend I had been there all night and leave as planned
in the morning.  I had a surprise when I felt in my right side pocket, I
found a pair of neatly folded white panties with blue flowers on.  I opened
them out and smelled a familiar slightly musky odour.  Written on them in
black ink was a mobile phone number followed by a kiss.  In my left side
pocket I found another surprise, a pair of blue panties with butterflies on
with a watery red stain at the crotch.  They also bore a mobile number and
a kiss in black ink.  I wondered if Callie's mother would notice a pair
missing from the set.

   The thought crossed my mind to exact some sort of revenge on the
summerhouse, perhaps wrecking it or setting it on fire.  But, apart from
the lump on the back of my head and some rawness and bruising to my limbs,
the day had been perversely enjoyable.  As I switched off the light and
went out the door, I was even toying with the idea of getting a job and
sticking around for a while.

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