N.B. Spellings (if correct) are in UK English. All the characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author neither condones or endorses any of the activities detailed in this story, which could well be illegal in certain jurisdictions. I'm adding (for legal reasons) that apparently if you're under-age you mustn't read this, so if that's the case go away and grow up.

Excursion and Travel was a little known company, holding a somewhat niche sector within the market. One might say they were both exclusive and discreet, never having competed against the larger players which once had outlets in major high-streets, before everything went online. Their operation could in fact only work as a web-based model to attract those who could afford it's rather unique services, that said not everyone enjoying the splendid holiday adventures provided were wealthy – in fact the exact opposite!

Particular individuals 'in-the-know' having certain predilections currently frowned upon by the authorities used the services of 'Excursion and Travel' to arrange their vacation plans. Whether that was a snatched long weekend, or a more leisurely sojourn in some far-flung paradise location untroubled by any regular tourists was immaterial, because they'd enjoy seven star service from the moment they were picked-up, until the time they returned home. The USP - unique selling point which separated this company from any regular travel companies was the provision of delightful holiday companions.

Clients of Excursion and Travel could browse through an interesting variety of companions whose age ranged from eight through to fifteen, while in more repressive countries which had stricter age of consent laws, they'd provide slightly older fellow travellers if that's what their clients actually preferred. This covered one side of the equation, while the other side of the operation involved the 'footsoldier' recruiters who sourced likely candidates from the less salubrious areas of towns and cities which matched the profile they'd developed.

They avoided reaching into the bottom of the barrel, instead looking towards those who might be described as lower middle class, particularly targeting single mothers who were barely hanging on. While from an outsiders perspective it might appear somewhat callous, in truth everyone derived tremendous benefits from these clandestine arrangements.

The mother received a financial helpline without leaving her exposed to nasty loan-sharks, while her daughter, or daughters, had truly amazing holiday adventures which doubtless would include some new eye-opening experiences. Another benefit to accrue from these trips was that the girls in question inevitably acquired a top to toe wardrobe makeover – any female who didn't like clothes shopping was a rarity as yet undiscovered.

To engender trust amongst potential families the recruiters were personable presentable women who carefully selected prospective candidates from lists of those already meeting their defined profile. Each recruiter had their own preferred method of approach in making their pitch, usually coinciding with their targets finances being at the lowest ebb, before pay-day, or any benefits arriving via State or absent spouse.

Basically wealthy gentlemen wishing to play the role of philanthropic Uncle or Grandfather, while treating their temporary ward to a weekend visiting a major Theme-Park resort, or maybe a longer exotic vacation somewhere their daughter wouldn't otherwise visit, unlike some of her better placed peers. This once in a lifetime opportunity to provide their child with some special treats helped ameliorate any twinge of guilt regarding the loss of their daughter's supposed innocence. The overall benefits package seemed astounding, plus the clothes could be kept afterwards, thus helping ease another burden on a limited budget.

Breaking the ice during that first encounter was always the hardest, once the mother had been hauled aboard they left her to talk with the daughter before meeting them together to answer questions and finalise the deal. A sweetener down-payment would set the hook, then frequently the recruiter would be pestered regarding when their daughter might be selected to participate in some vacation trip.

The initial outing for any newcomer would inevitably be a long weekend; some gentlemen clients vied for the opportunity to introduce first-timers into the system, while others liked those girls with a modicum of experience, thus ensuring they weren't gun-shy.

Alistair was one such individual who relished the first-timer experience, his age preference being around nine to twelve, therefore in his late thirties, it wouldn't seem misplaced if his companion of the moment called him daddy or uncle during those public aspects of their mini-break adventure, although he preferred being called daddy during the more intimate moments of their interlude together. While he loved introducing young girls to the wonders of sex, he disliked causing them any pain or discomfort, thus it was very fortunate current moral standards didn't mandate girls retained their hymen. Generally speaking nowadays self-discovery usually destroyed that pesky obstacle, even among the younger girls whose companionship he frequently enjoyed.

Alistair compartmentalised various segments of his business and social life, close friends and associates lead into believing this was because of language barriers, something which he himself fostered. He suggested this was to avoid strife or arguments because the other unnamed parties didn't hold such enlightened views as themselves, whereas in fact he felt his own foibles wouldn't be easily accepted due to their narrow mindedness.

Until a few years ago he hadn't even met many of his closest friends. These like-minded individuals were fellow 'travellers' with whom he held regular lengthy conversations within their own private members chat-room. Being broad-minded they didn't throw stones at one another simply because they held different tastes regarding ideal holiday companions, if anything they either passed forward recommendations, or were fishing separate ponds. Looking through his appointments, he decided a couple of meetings could be rescheduled, thereby freeing-up space for an extended encounter at that private island resort near the Seychelles he quite favoured.

Sixteen days wouldn't be a problem, besides it wasn't as if they ever used regular aircraft, sharing with the great unwashed. The private chartered aircraft would be awaiting his own convenience as and when the chauffeur delivered him to the airfield of his choice. Seeing as he'd cleared a reasonable space, he'd take at least two or possibly three delightful little distractions to avoid boredom. Roger had discussed the benefits of having an experienced girl along with one or more novices as an interesting combination – food for thought.

While navigating through their website in search of likely companions he caught sight of Angela, the sweet little morsel he'd trialled just five weeks back. What a pleasant memory that was, actually having beaten another bidder to the post to secure her first outing with the company. Her continued presence on the site wasn't unexpected considering the girl had thoroughly enjoyed every aspect of their time together despite her initially awkward and timid demeanour. Obviously in discussing it afterwards with her mother, the woman must've been relieved and gratified learning Angela found the experience a positive one.

E & T as they were known to regular clientèle maintained picturesque little properties all over the country, in fact globally, which could be venues in themselves, or otherwise as merely convenient stopping-off points along a journey. Alistair's chosen location happened to be reasonably close to the promised Theme Park where he and his ten-year-old poppet Angela would be spending the second day of their mini-break.

While he was delivered door-to-door via a limousine, Angela had been collected in a more fitting and anonymous vehicle which had collected her from home, the lady driver looking to all intents as a youth-group volunteer, which would be the cover story used by mother and daughter. Simply a spare seat on an outing arranged via some distant cousin whom they didn't see very often. Though probably it seemed young Angela was keen for extra outings having similar vague alibis, though nobody would have reason to think differently.

His timorous young guest seemed slightly overwhelmed at first meeting Alistair in this well appointed country residence having almost invisible staff, who only appeared when called via any of the in-house call-points. They sat down together on a comfortable sofa each having a refreshing iced drink as they got to know one another, a learning curve for young Angela, while he himself had read her dossier, and perused numerous photos of the girl dressed in various garb, including swimwear and her school uniform. With anticipation he looked forwards to seeing what lay beneath.

Her conversation got quite animated when describing the shopping trip to choose clothing for their jaunt, he replied saying he liked her current outfit, and looked forward to seeing more. Her blush revealed she saw through his double-entendre, although he'd arranged a little surprise upstairs which he normally laid-on for first-timers – effectively her personal shopping experience though without any shop, just numerous outfits for her to select from which naturally included undies and sleepwear. This icebreaker usually got them shedding their clothes, forgetting about society's stupidly ingrained inhibitions regarding nudity.

Setting up this Aladdin's cave tweenage style boutique was an easily selected extra service which his personal holiday hostess from the company knew he enjoyed, therefore ensuring the sizes would fit the girl or girls booked to provide companionship. Angela hardly knew at which hanging rail to begin, her eyes darting back and forth, while her hands touched the fabrics or applique stitchwork of the fashionable garments. Being assured she could actually keep any of the clothing that fitted, her blouse came off revealing her almost flat chest, her budding nipples showing the merest nascent growth as if to prove her sex.

A set of floor standing mirrors allowed them both to appreciate the progressive fashion show from every angle. Shortly he was helping with the removal of tried tops, then equally happy smoothing each replacement over her slim frame, the keepers pile forever growing.

It didn't take much persuasion to suggest she try the skirts or dresses next, his nymph in just her panties between choices. More fun ensued when it came to the shorts or the skin tight jeans which really did require his assistance because various brands or styles each suited girls going through slightly differing stages of preadolescence.

Alistair had been unfazed by the growing mountain of garments which only represented a small fraction of his 'holiday' budget, besides he considered it money well spent with the enjoyment they both derived from the selection process. Angela definitely warmed to his helping hands, till eventually she became more provocative when seeking his approval or some caress, also he'd throw-in the occasional tickle to make her squirm, especially when she was trapped inside some inverted item of clothing.

Long before they moved onto underwear or night-time apparel he realised Angela noticed his constant erection, her eyes occasionally darting in that direction, and at close quarters she'd been in firm contact with the bulge in his trousers. Nowadays girls considered within his preferential age-range would be more clued-up than those of his own generation when they'd been a similar age. Naturally she wouldn't be that innocent, and doubtless both the recruiter and her mother would've explained the expectations of a holiday companion.

Reaching the end of the hanging garments her gaze flickered to the remaining garments arrayed across a large table, her countenance wavering somewhere between nervous and mischievous, then obviously gathering her courage indicated he should remove her last vestige of modesty. Removing a girl's panties for the first time was something he savoured as being a rather special event, his own gaze flickering between looking in her eyes while also mesmerised by the unavailing itself.

“Gorgeous, simply gorgeous.”

Basking in his admiration she performed a twirl, then gave a little curtsy, holding out some imaginary invisible dress. From there onwards the day disappeared into one long sensuous delight as all her skin became available, no topic of conversation too naughty to share.

Alistair enthusiastically pulling up one pair of panties received a comment that it was creasing into her kitty. Laughing he replied it was an appearance men found irresistible, the rise either side of a noticeable pussy crease being called a camel-toe, or sometimes as camel-toe cleavage. From then onwards they tested and discussed the toe-age of different panty styles, and whether the material itself or the gusset thickness spoiled or enhanced that interesting effect.

After a light lunch the games continued, her reticence long vanished, revelling in Alistair's adoration of her body, former tickle games replaced by constant loving caresses while she continued checking out the remainder of the feminine apparel. The intimacy gained further ground when he accompanied her to the bathroom, explaining guys liked watching girls pee, insisting on wiping her himself, suggesting they share a bath together later.

These actions and comments lead to conversations about Angela's understanding of male female relationships from a physical perspective. This apparently was a conversation she'd recently had with her mother in light of signing-on with E & T, though it went little beyond tab A fitting into slot B, and it still remained a somewhat scary prospect from her nervous demeanour regarding any advancement of their intimate relations.

Unlike his young paramour this was well trodden ground for Alistair, being well practised at easing the way forwards through slowly ramping-up a girls level of excitement to ensure she would be ready for penetration when that moment arrived. He'd found girls thought it less threatening if he remained clothed until they were fully relaxed while they were nude, or maybe just wearing panties. His seduction continued at a comfortable pace, later laying snuggled together on the sofa as they watched a film she'd selected from the extensive library of children's favourites.

Throughout the film he caressed her body, kissing her neck and ears, raising goose-flesh as she alternately squirmed, sighed, or giggled under his now sought after attentions, at times the video almost forgotten. Judging the situation his hand once again dipped into her little cotton panties, an area with which he was becoming increasingly familiar on this particular girl. Instead of the previous momentary fondle, his busy digits remained in place as he expertly teased her labia and clitoris, aware of her rising pulse rate, these tantalizing moves heightened the girl's excitement, then playfully he withdrew, causing Angela to pull his hand back to her steamy little grotto that happily was becoming noticeably damp.

Gasps turned to panting and moans, her eyes closed, the film forgotten, her mind and body flailing out of control totally immersed in a tremendous orgasm.

Fearing she'd become over sensitive his hand retreated, now enfolding the girl strongly with both arms, a warm smothering security blanket into which she could safely relax and recover from the overwhelming experience. Alistair being a well practised hebephile could usually read the signals, his preferred younger girls having neither the manipulative ways nor deceits of their older more cynical counterparts. From his whispered questions he soon discovered she'd never reached such heady peaks before, then tried covering her freshly blushing face through having admitted to playing with herself previously, experimenting to ascertain the amazing feelings talked about by some of the older sisters of girls at school.

While the internet had long since removed any state of wide-eyed childhood innocence in girls forming his preferred age-range, they still maintained an aura of naivety and wonder regarding the powerful emotions wrought from their first shared sensual experience. Sometimes these darling young nymphs during their sleepovers with school-friends had maybe just begun exploring tentative Sapphic experiments, learning to kiss ahead of any future boyfriends, and comparing their slowly blossoming bodies. Alistair imagined that far more men would follow their elicit leanings if the right opportunity arose, or if they didn't live in fear of the approbation and harsh penalties surrounding such pleasurable activities.

Wealth, privilege, together with access to the expert facilitators of E & T allowed Alistair to live-out his own particular fantasies as often as he could arrange time away from routine business affairs dealing with his portfolio of investments. Of course he considered E & T to be one of his wisest investments, and aside from a few seasonal holidays spent with adult friends and acquaintances, the majority of his leisurely getaways were arranged to include some young feminine companionship.

The evening meal, like the others shared with Angela had been selected from information provided from the girls extensive dossier, although it would spoil her, because she wouldn't otherwise enjoy such treats prepared by Michelin rated chiefs. As always Alistair actually had the chance to savour his companion's joy at new discoveries, laughing to himself that the following day they'd be reduced to eating Theme Park junk food. Doubtless his young friend would be equally happy because of the surroundings, enjoying their selected venue.

He never drank alcohol on these special holidays, wishing to be in full control, having the ability to savour every moment without dulling his senses, or impair his memories of such wonderful encounters. With Angela's five-thirty pickup that morning in order to arrive for a reasonable day of fun filled activities, he thought they'd retire early to the master suite to bathe, and then they'd become even better acquainted!

His playful kitten had become totally comfortable in his presence, fully aware the evening ahead would involve further new adventures, though without the nervous apprehension that had probably concerned her earlier. Having once again disrobed his little prize in the bathroom, he could see the almost eager anticipation as she struggled to help him remove his own clothing while the deep whirlpool tub swiftly filled. Having lost his shirt and socks already, he studied her beautiful and expressive features as she struggled with his belt and the clasp above his zipper. Her awareness seemed highly focused on the object which was pressing upon the fabric from inside, her eyes riveted to the form still hidden inside his silk boxer shorts.

Laughing he advised she pull-out the waistband to avoid snapping it off.

He normally found injecting some light hearted humour helped during these interesting early encounters. With one hand boldly pressing against his shaft, she followed his advice, revealing the head of his cock, her first real-life adult member, fascinated by it's springy nature, the shorts now forgotten the elastic holding them around his slightly spread thighs as she concentrated her attention on his shaft and ball-sack with a neatly trimmed growth of pubic hair. He'd tried the fully smooth look which matched the natural appearance of most of his little paramours, though he'd found the maintenance somewhat tiresome.

He began a short lesson, teaching her about the male appendage, encouraging her to ask questions as her fingers explored the entire area. He explained about where he was most sensitive, and how his cock was unmodified, whereas in some cultures they removed the foreskin for stupid religious reasons. Alistair added that providing both sexes maintained a reasonable level of hygiene nothing would spoil their enjoyment, or adversely affect how genitals of either sex tasted. He noted her reaction to that last item of information, was it his imagination or had her tongue made a brief appearance licking her gorgeous full lips.

Soon they were splashing about having fun in the enormous tub, while still remembering to actually wash one another. Alistair cleaned between each delicate little toe, the toes on her feet, almost teasing himself as much as Angela before his larger hands explored her fine coltish legs to their juncture, stating pointedly he didn't want to wash away all of her special girlish flavours as he intended to eat her shortly. While she was relaxed in the hot water, he detected her heady mixture of excitement and curiosity.

Angela's questions followed the same general lines he expected from first-timers, and he always revelled in watching them process this new information, filling in gaps or otherwise dispelling those myths or half-truths heard in the playground. Yes, a cock could really fit in there as well, then a girl would become a three-hole princess, although his current plans probably wouldn't include that this time, but he could imagine he'd invite her for another perhaps longer holiday if this mini-break continued to be so enjoyable.

His level of tumescence varied, he wasn't at full mast the entire time, thus causing further questions which he frankly answered. Angela noting for herself that a naughty display, or discussing the subject matter itself would reanimate the organ of her interest. Pampered, dried, with her hair freshly brushed they moved into the bedroom itself, Alistair wondering if those matching his, and diminutive hers fluffy bathrobes ever got used.

Though having kissed a little throughout the day, he decided that an extended session of kissing would suit the current mood, teaching his willing and wiggling little pupil, although as yet he was unsure who would be the next person to benefit from this particular lesson.

Originally laying side by side, in their writhing together their positions changed often while still maintaining considerable bodily contact, Angela's legs parting by themselves as if to grasp her older lover. Alistair offered plenty of verbal and tactile encouragement, happily squeezing her delectably smooth round buttocks, while praising her actions. His only minor regret was ensuring he left no evidence when nibbling her delicious tender skin.

“Are you going to put it in me?”

“Put what where?” he playfully asked as his finger tapped her on the nose.

“Your cock in my... pussy.” The last word was somewhat hesitant, as if rarely used, maybe having formerly applied some more childish term for that aspect of her girlish anatomy.

“I truly look forward to that amazing introduction, firstly though I thought we could enjoy some additional oral activities, kissing isn't the only game in town you know. I did promise earlier to eat your yummy looking pussy, and I always keep my promises.”

True to his word he began a journey kissing his way down her neck, stopping off to pay oral homage to her slightly raised nipples, then continued south via a raspberry blown on her tummy in passing. Since surrendering her panties during the pretend shopping earlier that morning he'd known for certain Angela wouldn't bolt away when it came to the final fences, she was still uncertain, but essentially she trusted him with her precious treasures.

Alistair truly worshipped the transcendent female form, a magical period of metamorphosis that existed between a child and the woman she would later become. Having made love to countless beautiful women, it would never compare to the intensity of emotion he enjoyed with his numerous younger companions. Even if at some future time he could no longer make love with these adorable creatures, he'd still want them around brightening his life.

Her pudendum could've easily been that of a younger girl, the mound of Venus a slightly raised hill still devoid of foliage, not the vaguest hint of anything appearing on the horizon either. Tracing downwards the soft pliant pink flesh remained the same tone, resembling the the two halves of a freshly cut hot-dog bun, the merest hint of that special heavenly girlish condiment sauce leaking from between. The soft hood covering her little pearl that he'd teased with his fingers awaited his lips and tongue, her labia remained those straight little petals un-swollen from the rush of adolescent hormones.

Like a gourmand he feasted on the dish before him, not rushing, holding himself in check as he started slowly from around the edges, working towards the liquid centre knowing the rewards would be greater from extending the banquet. He could easily loose himself in her subtle piquant essence like some delicate elderflower wine to be savoured in it's short but sweet season. He could almost feel sorry for everyone who didn't at least once receive this special bouquet unavailable elsewhere. This particular form of ambrosia could never be bottled at source, besides drinking from the well defined the experience itself.

Effectively they were both giving and receiving in a state of sensory overload, taste, odour, sounds of arousal, and skin receptors sending signals of pleasure to the brain of both the people writhing about. Alistair listening to the aural clues, aware of the fingers grasping his hair, positioning him, pulling him tighter, breathing maybe an optional extra, then pushing him away, her body shaking, legs scissoring.

Haters would hate regardless of evidence contrary to their twisted opinion, they had fixed labels for people like Alistair, not realising the label didn't fit, not anywhere close, the title they used fitted the opposite side of the coin, Alistair equally loathing those people who actually did anything to harm youngsters. The mottled flushed complexion and blissed-out expression was enough evidence to show Angela wasn't feeling used, abused or harmed in any way physically or mentally. Unfortunately nobody listened to girls like Angela, because they'd obviously been brainwashed and groomed - brainwashed and groomed to accept that loving unselfish sexual experiences were worth repeating.

Just because Angela had been on the receiving end of two episodes of extended sexual bliss, didn't mean Alistair remained unfulfilled, while he hadn't orgasmed as such, overall he'd enjoyed the entire day thus far, leaving an indelible pleasant memory of an enjoyable encounter with a charming young girl. Laying with a satisfied girl in his arms was magical, therefore he wasn't concerned about the outcome, knowing a childish sense of fair play would eventually rise to the surface if she didn't fall asleep beforehand!

His knowledge and assumptions concerning young girls proved correct as he felt her hand moving towards his groin, looking up through thick lashes with a devilish smile hinting it was his turn, while also seeking guidance about what might follow. Alistair suggested she could return the favour by licking and sucking his cock while gently playing with his balls. To avoid any unpleasant or distressing choking accidents he explained he'd give a warning before he ejaculated, instead cuming over her chest, so she could witness what happened. He explained the rapid unexpected shots of spunk could overwhelm the unwary recipient, even if they'd given blowjobs previously.

It wasn't merely being the first person to have each type of sexual experience with any particular girl which he coveted, it was their sense of wonder and discovery that Alistair found special, even those fumbling, hesitant, blowjobs with the odd scrape of teeth could be forgiven just from sharing those priceless moments. Her enthusiastic effort surely made up for any lack of expertise, her eyes watering as she tried taking more length than she could comfortably handle, his gentle rebuke telling her the base wasn't as sensitive as the upper parts of his cock. Deep throating was something exclusively for porn videos alone.

One benefit of inexpert blowjobs was they tended to last longer, which wasn't a bad thing in such a sexually charged atmosphere. He warned her as his orgasm neared, taking over control jacking his cock at his willing target.

“Here it cums.” he said, his first shots hitting her cheek and mouth, the lesser shots going on to decorate her upper chest. Having already talked about her own secretions and about male ejaculate, Alistair had covered the fact both were harmless and totally edible even if sometimes either might be an acquired taste. He also happened to mention that most men found it incredibly sexy and exciting to watch a girl lapping up their semen.

A little praise went a long way, telling Angela she'd been an excellent pupil, an inspiration to producing a copious ejaculation, suggesting that now she knew what to expect it would be easier and less messy just to swallow it down to please future partners if that's what they preferred. Positive reinforcement at an impressionable age wasn't grooming, Alistair considered all youngsters should receive a meaningful education about sex and sensual pleasures the moment they asked about such subjects rather than the dark-ages approach that seemed commonplace throughout most 'education' systems if it was covered at all.

Angela had scooped some of the semen from her face, tasting the gloopy sticky mixture, and from her comments Alistair repeated the point it was better hot and fresh rather than cold and clammy – even then some girls still weren't keen about the flavour, so perhaps it was fortunate it didn't come in larger helpings.

Hardly being superman Alistair required some recovery time before taking Angela's cherry, even if it was only a metaphorical one. Being a thoughtful generous lover it seemed like a splendid opportunity for another helping of 'cherry-pie' before he added a personal splash of cream. Unsurprisingly his eager young nymphet didn't object about receiving further oral attentions. Alistair imagined many adult women would be much keener with regard to sexual relations if their menfolk had less selfish attitudes in the bedroom, but that wasn't his problem, he lived to enjoy the moment.

Angela enjoyed more than a moment from Alistair's skilled ministrations, his digits parting those thin lips for better lingual access, while also studying the as yet untravelled passage, her muscular tremors giving a brief preview of her heavenly portal. Rather than previous crashing crescendos, he coaxed her through a gentler orgasm, nevertheless she was one very happy and relaxed little camper. Without any real time constraints, and without her mother around to enforce bedtime, there was no defined schedule for their activities other than Alistair's own stamina and recuperative abilities.

They rested some more while he answered questions from the curious pre-teen. Although she was interested in the typical activities of older teenagers, or interactions between any adults Alistair explained her immediate future might include a series of encounters with caring generous adults like himself who'd treat her to wonderful holidays, allowing them to also enjoy her charming company. Angela's dossier explained her father disappeared for the hills before she was born, the mother receiving help from her parents before their own demise, therefore there was no extended family.

It pleased Alistair having Angela call him daddy throughout the day, though tomorrow for safety reasons she'd just call him uncle in public on the extreme and unlikely event they might be glimpsed together by someone of his acquaintance. Uncle being fairly safe, as often close family friends might be referred to as uncles or aunts with more conservative people thinking it disrespectful for minors to use an adult's first name.

E & T even provided guidance regarding cover back-stories should you meet someone that you knew, hinting perhaps this was the daughter of a hush-hush girlfriend, thus implying it was by inference your own daughter, thereby inveigling them to keep one secret which in fact covered a deeper secret. Looking after and treating the girl placed you in a favourable light, even if you were a dark horse. Of course you were treating the girl in question while also helping mother and daughter, so in reality you were the good guy.

Alistair didn't wish to rest for too long, not wanting those endorphins in Angela's system to dissipate entirely, keeping her fires stoked through his constant caresses, while learning more of her personal secrets, getting her to describe how she masturbated, discovering a single finger or fat marker-pen having been the sole invaders of her tight girlish channel to date, something he was about to rectify.

Having gained her trust, she felt comfortable and secure, the correct mindset for the event to follow, as he manoeuvred her to lay on his chest, rubbing noses, kissing, and generally beginning to rekindle the flames. Legs spread around his torso, he edged her backwards until her nicely prepared pussy was in contact with his rampant cock, holding it flat against his stomach thereby allowing her to ride back and forth over his stiff rod in readiness for penetration. The atmosphere was right, she was certainly lubricating copiously from all the stimulation she'd received, and he could see her look of determination.

A slight shift and he was lodged at the entrance, he kept up the soothing words, telling her to take it slowly, feeling the muscles dilate fractionally, resting, gaining passage, slow. He had experience with virgins, some might complain more than his fair share, but this special moment was all about Angela, her feelings and the memories she would take away from this life changing encounter. One hand rubbed her back, from the nape of her neck to her fine ass, the other caressed her cheek as he lent forward kissing her forehead while he continued to whisper words of encouragement.

Suddenly he shifted deeper, Angela making an exclamation of surprise, she wasn't hurting, just feeling stretched, an oddness, fullness, something utterly new, different in a way she couldn't really describe adequately. Alistair said not to try, instead to concentrate on those good feelings coming from her clit rubbing against his cock. Until now perhaps her internal tissues and muscles had been out of sight, out of mind, this had changed with this strange new masculine invader inching forward, retreating, then nudging a little deeper.

Alistair had her rest a few times, allowing her to adjust, while also allowing himself some respite from the extreme stimulation of her incredibly snug pussy. Her wonderful tightness was almost in juxtaposition to the building tensions, effectively restricting his own ability to actually ejaculate. He held on tenaciously, gritting his teeth awaiting those signs Angela was approaching her own orgasm, because as a true girl-lover his greatest joy was seeing a young girl in the throws of ecstasy; her ultimate release, with the pulsing contractions of her tight juvenile pussy sent him over the edge, joining her in a powerful climax.

They were both fairly exhausted after a spectacular ending to a particularly emotional day of new experiences for the glowing young girl, not bothering to clean-up, just snuggling together as Alistair told her how amazing she was, and how he felt honoured to have been the lucky man to introduce her to the joys of lovemaking. Aware that females, especially the younger ones could become fixated on emotional attachments, he'd long practised his little speech about how he was grateful for the opportunity to be her first teacher, that he would really enjoy spending time with her again, but that he felt it unfair to monopolise her time. He pointed out he travelled a good deal, but that shouldn't prevent her from the fun of exploring her emerging sexuality with other mature partners who would also teach her about the sensual aspects of growing into a young woman.

Regardless of any former preparatory discussions with the recruiter, or her own mother, he was fully aware that being Angela's first would have a dramatic influence. Without being in any way egotistical, he knew the majority of peer to peer first time encounters tended to be fairly disastrous fumbling mistakes which the girls regretted afterwards. Perhaps that was an explanation why such a high percentage of adult women never achieved climax during sex with their partner, those initial disappointing and painful episodes casting a long shadow into their future. At least Angela, and other girls loved by hebephiles like himself gained some real understanding of the pleasures it was possible for them to experience, therefore they could be more assertive about receiving satisfaction from future lovers.

The discretion of the entire E & T operation meant Alistair needn't be concerned about any stains on the sheets, whereas in some regular hotel a chambermaid seeing semen stains in the bed shared by a man and underage girl would cause untold problems. His lovely but sleepy companion was hugged tightly to his chest as he lay there watching her breathing, a wispy blonde lock across her face stirring each time she exhaled, her innocent features in utter repose and looking peaceful, almost a pity to wake her; he had promises to keep. The Theme Park awaited the presence of his special princess.

Alistair having taken several newcomers along for the same treat had the timing down pat, therefore he gently woke her with a kiss, she blushed, it suited her, if anything making her look even more attractive. With a few reassuring words they began their ablutions, Alistair filling the tub with moderately hot water, knowing it would ease any aches from Angela's unaccustomed activities the day before. Having previously ascertained Angela knew how to douche using the sophisticated bidet, he also provided her with a tube of ointment that was recommended for easing any intimate soreness.

Inductees such as Angela would've undergone a medical, where inevitably they'd have an IUD fitted to prevent accidents, this was considered the best option, suitable whether girls were pre or post-pubescent. The IUD was virtually invisible bar a thorough gynaecological examination, also it didn't affect the natural bodily processes as would happen using the pill, patch or rod implant, which could easily raise red flags to any observant busybody. Because E & T had private doctors on their own payroll this eliminated the concern that an ordinary outside nurse or doctor might notice anything unusual.

He used the spacious shower, leaving her to pamper herself and luxuriate in the scented bath while he shaved then selected their respective clothing for an adventurous day ahead as the Park was bound to be crowded. Dressing casually while remaining fairly anonymous was something easily achieved, wanting to blend-in, a forgettable man and daughter, or niece, or whatever. An athletic support to restrain any untoward reactions to the inevitable eye-candy, silk boxers, and some chinos with a loose generic T-shirt.

He selected Angela's outfit from the vast array of 'keepers' from yesterday's in-house sort of shopping experience, her T-shirt a closer fit than his own, therefore occasionally it could well highlight her emerging nipples as she moved about, and loose legged shorts because overly tight clothing might be unwise this morning. He also selected the softest of cotton panties together with a panty liner, knowing her body would produce additional feminine secretions as a natural response their recent activities.

Most people had little understanding of bodily processes, even so-called professionals, and regardless of any girl being prepubescent, the natural response to vaginal stimulation was to react by increasing those fluids that both protected and lubricated that particular area. The stretching and stresses of the previous day will have increased that response, thus he needed to ensure Angela wasn't embarrassed by any dampness showing through her new clothing.

Being the perfect gentleman he returned to the bathroom to help dry his little nymph and to brush out her gold locks which were set into a ponytail. Completely gone was the initial shyness from their meeting the previous morning, she now gloried in his attentions, loving his tender touches, ensuring she was properly dried and pampered before they stepped through to the dinning area. Finding out what Angela had wanted for breakfast he'd made the order over the house phone, a soft chime now alerting them that their breakfast had been laid out, and the staff had retreated from whence they came.

While he demolished a full English, Angela daintily ate her crispy bacon with scrambled eggs, then he had her move sitting on his lap sharing kisses between bites of fine Danish breakfast pastries. Being as they were both still naked, Angela could feel Alistair's reaction to her presence on his lap, deliberately wiggling against the rigid shaft which left it's own damp kisses upon her skin.

Alistair's final pleasurable task before dressing was anointing her lovely face, body and limbs with sunscreen, he wouldn't want sunburn to curtail further activities that evening!

The car, a somewhat less ostentatious limousine pulled-up to the portico as they stepped outside, their lady chauffeur giving Angela a warm knowing smile as she opened the rear door. Just because the staff were silent and discreet, didn't mean they weren't human or friendly when it came to actually meeting any of the guests. The screen between the front and rear section provided a modicum of privacy, though doubtless the drivers were aware anything might happen during a journey, usually giving their passengers adequate warning before arrival, thus allowing them time to comport themselves to look respectable.

Alistair restricted himself to hugging Angela and rubbing her lovely slim thighs, meanwhile asking after the tenderness or otherwise of her pussy. He was assured to learn nothing was amiss other than a slight warmth or tingling as a physical reminder, though when she learned that he would've offered to kiss it better, she laughingly said she was certain that his attentions would be a welcomed necessity after their busy day ahead.

While a three day excursion might be referred to as a long-weekend, being the summer break from school, this mini-break was timed from Tuesday to Thursday, because Alistair didn't need to concern himself with the ordinary work schedule of wage-slaves, besides the Park would be absolutely crammed during the weekends. At least midweek that wasn't quite so pressing, but as they approached the lines of cars were backed-up over some distance waiting to enter the car-park. They continued along the main road, passing the entrance, slowing a few hundred yards further along, the VIP area having a guardhouse and barrier, the driver flashing her pass at the guy controlling barrier.

The driver pulled up beside the VIP reception building so they could disembark, ensuring Alistair had her mobile number for when they wanted picking-up, wishing them a fun day she drove away. Sweet Angela was concerned the driver would be bored waiting the entire day, but he assured her they had a pleasant lounge and eatery made available to staff and drivers of VIP guests at the Park. Unlike those regular visitors who had half an hour yet to wait before the turnstiles opened, they were greeted personally and offered maps showing the location of each particular attraction, the wristbands now identifying them as Platinum visitors to the Theme Park.

Angela busily sorted through which rides and attractions she wanted to visit first, stopping suddenly as she looked-up from the numbered map to see the pathways virtually empty of people, those few dozen in sight were like themselves VIP guests, therefore pre-emptively finding their routes ahead of everybody else still queuing outside.

Fortunately Angela chose less vigorous rides to begin with, giving their breakfasts a little longer to settle down, by then the place was becoming ever more crowded. He wasn't that bothered about which rides or attractions they tried, discreetly enjoying endless streams of cute eye-candy through his dark sunglasses, careful not to let Angela feel neglected from his attention wandering elsewhere. His well practised deceit would have people imagine he was taking furtive glances at MILF's, while in fact he was admiring their young daughters.

Having visited the place several times beforehand he knew the layout without referencing the printed guide, able to navigate with relative ease to each chosen destination, stopping off for a much needed coffee at the least awful of the refreshment outlets while Angela sipped Fanta through a straw while planning ahead. Reaching the following ride she was upset by the length of the growing queue, he laughed waggling his hand in her face, their wristbands gave them precedence over those impatiently waiting there, stepping ahead of everybody else. As the morning progressed, the temperature rising, his young companion enjoyed beating all those sweating wilting families with their quarrelsome children in tow.

At a couple of the most popular rides he even showed her the alternative entrances that were available to top flight guests, thus not ruffling the feathers of people who'd waited a good long time to reach the front of those queues. Having their own little cabin on one ride Angela was ecstatic about their outing, saying how grateful she was to be with him, otherwise it wouldn't be half as much fun spending most of their day waiting for each ride.

He did take a few photographs that he'd send on to her, thereby she'd at least have some bragging rights with her school-friends, unfortunately he wouldn't be in those pictures.

Of course he'd have those digitally encrypted reminders of another wonderful girl, adding to his collection, Angela would say she'd forgotten her own camera, therefore these were just some of the pictures taken by her distant cousin, it wouldn't matter this other person wasn't included in these photos. At least he managed to avoid the 'Golden arches' instead eating at a self styled 'gourmet burger' establishment that was surprisingly acceptable.

He really enjoyed the day because Angela was having fun, navigating around the Park his arm protectively around her shoulders, or hand in hand swinging back and forth much like many fathers he saw. He imagined some were those separated broken families, dad's turn for an outing with their sons or daughters as the gaps between visits got wider. Sadly that seemed so commonplace nowadays, Angela herself the product of an absent father, and a mum struggling to keep pace with incoming bills, fortunately that was now resolved.

For their time together she would be the focus of his attention, feeling further meetings to be highly likely, teasing her, garnering such delightful blushes. His frequent mention about kissing her poor hurting boo-boo eliciting an embarrassed response, reddened cheeks and threats to punch his arm, her eyes telling a different story, one of scarcely suppressed lust. She would obviously welcome him kissing her poor boo-boo or whatever other euphemism he wanted to use for her recently de-virginised little pink clam.

Eventually his temporary young ward declared she'd tried-out all the attractions which had seemed such an unattainable dream beforehand with holidays or even day-trips difficult on a tight budget. It was sad she'd frequently longed for those things which other youngsters assumed as their 'rights' just as her better-off friends took all their games, flashy clothing, and technical gadgets for granted. Angela along with other like-minded companions that were sourced via E & T were pragmatic and realistic, being grateful for new opportunities, while sensible enough to know everything had a cost. If Angela had fully understood that the sexual element could be so amazing she would've been hammering on the E & T office doors demanding to be signed-up.

Obviously those narrow minded bigots of the moral 'majority' would claim this was nothing less than prostitution at best, or paedophile child exploitation at worst. If they bothered to actually listen to the 'victims' or their mothers they would hear a totally different viewpoint regarding how this created a whole cascade of benefits for everybody concerned, not least those supposed victims.

Alistair was also a realist, knowing the fairground style booths for winning cuddly toys had little to do with skills, being heavily rigged otherwise, therefore he avoided visiting them. Instead he'd purchase some keepsakes for Angela, the operators having cynically placed their large gift shop such that everybody was routed through there before exiting the Park.

The logo emblazoned baseball cap, a bear, plus some additional trinkets were for most of the visitors blatant rip-offs, and although he didn't care either way, Angela had genuinely been concerned when she saw the prices, plus the small wad of banknotes needed at the cashiers checkout, even suggesting they put things back.

Somewhat touched he knelt down whispering in her ear she was worthy of nice presents, besides he wanted her to have some fun reminders of their outing even if she was getting too grown-up to play with cuddly toys. Being ten she was at that crossroads stage, looking both backwards and forwards, having feet in both camps, sometimes playing old childhood games with neighbours, while at others she wistfully wanted to be included in those newer activities that teenage girls found so appealing. Nevertheless a big plush cuddly teddy was always appreciated whatever age the female recipient. It was somehow ironically perverse that younger girls wanted to be seen as older, while adult women were forever seeking the elixir to rekindle that youth, wanting to deceive people into underestimating their true age.

Angela required no artifice, being exactly her true self, an insecure tweenager who wanted to join-in with that elusive concept of growing-up, and have everyone take her seriously.

Alistair could fulfill those needs within socially acceptable limits, and whenever they were alone and unobserved he'd even pursue her further education in various sexual matters.

Their driver pulled forward into the reserved pickup area adjacent to the exit doors shortly after they stepped outside, Alistair having messaged her of their imminent departure when they were perusing the shopping area. Soon they escaped the localised traffic madness to find themselves heading through the countryside lanes towards their secluded retreat for another evening of interesting pursuits which didn't involve rapid fairground rides, instead their coming plans involved a far older dance.

Whereas some adults found the insentient chatter of excitable youngsters quickly became tiresome, Alistair found charm in their youthful enthusiasm, their joy in new discoveries. Her ebullient mood, and descriptions of scenes recalled from throughout their day while Alistair had people-watched from a different perspective held his attention, always curious about how his younger companions viewed the world. Despite their innocence and naivety about more worldly matters, their viewpoints could nevertheless be insightful from their own unique angle. Unfortunately experience and cynicism, jaded the view of most adults.

Arriving at their getaway retreat Angela eagerly tugged him from the car, the other arm tightly clasping the large bear to her chest, whilst Alistair ended up carrying her shopping bag full of souvenirs. A member of staff greeting them at the front door inquired what they might like for supper, and what time they preferred to eat. Alistair's mind dwelled on a refreshing shower, followed by a little pink appetiser before considering any actual food, and he was reasonably sure his excitable companion would be agreeable to those plans.

Once again undressing Angela was a treat he'd been looking forward to, having spent the entire day mentally undressing many of the young cuties seen at the Park. He considered it a treat, like unwrapping a special gift, these young girls were outstanding presents that he thoroughly enjoyed. First her shoes and socks, tickling her feet, receiving giggles for his efforts, then her top, inhaling her girlish fragrance from the fabric. He wondered whether the inoffensive light sweaty odour of someone so young could include any pheromones, or maybe it was merely his own acute sense of attraction to these darling creatures.

Like a mother cat he would quite happily lick her all over, instead restricting himself to her perky nipples for the time being, clearly convinced they were reacting to this stimulation. Undoubtedly Angela relished this foreplay, sensing her impatience he lowered her baggy shorts leaving just her panties as the remaining garment, any 'toe' rendered invisible from the panty liner coddling her little pussy. Slowly inverting her tiny cotton panties decorated with cartoon characters, the panty liner inside seemed somewhat incongruous against the childish designs outside. While her vulva appeared to evidence a slight glow, the stained liner saving her clothing held remnants of the soothing ointment, plus signs that her body had further reacted to recent events by producing more copious girlish secretions.

As he conducted a more tactile investigation, Angela confirmed she was uninjured, saying perhaps she felt nothing more than a heightened sensitivity, blushing that she was really looking forward to further lessons. The lady having spoken he felt duty bound in helping her achieve those goals, having her undress him so they could shower together, knock off the sweat from a boisterous day of hectic activities. It seemed her level of sexual curiosity only increased, finding new questions she wanted answered, releasing a squeal when his fingertip entered her little star in answer to that particular topic. He suggested that while he'd be honoured to accept that prize, it was perhaps unwise to fill both her virgin cavities down there during such a short time-frame, instead allowing herself to maybe becoming more accustomed to exploring these territories one at a time.

While hating himself for talking her out of this additional delight, he wasn't going to send her home hurting just to satisfy his own desires, believing each new discovery should be pleasurable for the girl in question, rather than too much too soon just because she was currently available. Alistair wasn't expecting carbon copy experiences with each of the girls he chose as companions, they were each individuals, and should be treated respectfully as to their advancement in these situations, unique and amazingly memorable encounters.

While the girls themselves received fairly comprehensive guidance about their behaviour and comportment expected during any Excursion, the clients like Alistair equally received a list of do's and don'ts. The avoidance of causing injury or harm topped that list, aside from the inevitable slight pain which might result from first time penetration, though from everything he'd heard, company doctors sometimes pre-emptively dealt with any tough or troublesome looking hymens using local anaesthetics during a girl's initial medical visit.

Considering this would make a girl's first sexual experience less prone to upset Alistair and his fellow E & T members felt this a worthwhile procedure. Sex was an enormously special part of the human experience, and denying that sexual feelings be expressed below some arbitrarily mandated age limit was foolishly ignoring that it would happen anyway, without regard to whatever the statute books said in any particular region.

That such a clandestine service as E & T existed at all was testimony to a demand among those having the ability to fund the services of those having the wherewithal to provide an internationally available scheme. Besides taking 'home grown' beauties abroad with you, it was also equally popular to choose from locally sourced exotic flowers, or even have girls of whatever desired ethnicity arrive at your selected holiday location.

Their mutual shower had even been a bit wetter than expected, because aside from young Angela returning the favour in sticking a finger of her own up Alistair's butt hole, she had been curious to see a guy pissing. She'd witnessed this with some glee holding his cock in it's semi-rigid state and directing the hosepipe like flow. Encouraged herself to attempt peeing from a standing position, Alistair suggested pulling-up on the flesh either side of her vulva to create a manageable flow, thus stopping it running directly down her legs, thus proving the shower to be the ideal location for these water-sports experiments.

Having been assured all the pee had been drained off, and that men couldn't pee once they were fully erect Angela decided for herself that she would give him a blowjob before he once again feasted on her little honeypot. While adult feminine logic was almost always beyond comprehension, her girlish logic based on fairness brought into consideration the fact she'd enjoyed far more orgasms than Alistair, therefore it was her turn to please him. Not wishing to disabuse her of this notion he wholeheartedly agreed, thinking it perhaps her own way of thanking him for a wonderful outing which she'd thoroughly enjoyed.

Her second ever blowjob while still faltering at times, benefited from her knowing what to expect. Alistair had also taken the opportunity to alter her hairstyle after their shower-time

fun, plaiting her golden tresses into twin pigtails, ideal handlebars for guiding her rhythm without being too forceful. He disliked people using coercion, believing better results came from a mixture of praise, encouragement, and reward. What with the day long eye-candy, together with Angela's constant presence, and now their recent shower, he didn't imagine it would take long before he climaxed. He warned her of his impending ejaculation, giving her ample time to remove the warm popsicle she was so assiduously slurping upon.

Gamely she held on with almost grim determination, quickly swallowing his spend, hardly any escaping her lips to run down her chin. She even opened-up as he stripped the last remnants of spunk onto her willing little tongue, her cute nose wrinkling at the strange unaccustomed taste and cloying texture. While not keen himself it didn't stop him from kissing her while also heaping on the praise for her sterling performance.

Scooping her up he threw her onto the large bed to whoops of excitement, while quickly following his prey, ready to devour her recently virgin flower, signs of fresh nectar clearly visible. He wondered if calling it ambrosia – the food of the gods was a mixed metaphor, not that it really mattered because he was engrossed in his mission of lapping it all away, but that seemed impossible as it was soon replaced. From the variety of sounds coming from his wiggly young sprite, his years of practice weren't wasted. Fortunately Angela had not yet gained the stamina for sexual marathons, pleading for some respite from a series of rolling orgasms, wanting instead to be held tightly.

There were worse ways to spend your time, arms wrapped around a starry eyed girl who'd just spent almost two days discovering the joys of shared sexual pleasures. His own eyes drifting to the bedside clock thought it time to call for supper to be delivered, instantly the voice over the house-phone said the meal would be laid out in their personal dinning area within the next ten minutes. Giving her a friendly mock slap on her delightful rear he said it was time they dressed to eat. This wasn't actually necessary as they were eating in their own suite rather than using the formal dinning room downstairs, though her wearing just panties, while he donned a robe would lend a sense of anticipation leading towards their inevitable following encounter.

Hearing this Angela seemed pleased he found her so sexually tempting that he considered it was necessary she cover her girlish charms in order to concentrate on eating their meal.

A smorgasbord of snacking food had been prepared, not entirely Scandinavian, it actually represented a miniature world tour of cuisine, Alistair introducing her to the less familiar items that wouldn't be commonplace in her local supermarket. Nowadays people were far more cosmopolitan in their eating habits, therefore she found nothing was truly strange, merely more authentic than she may have encountered previously. She complained briefly when he spilled a little sauce on her, that attitude soon reversing when he licked her chest clean, ensuring her nipples were especially free of any contamination.

The meal ended up with Angela once again upon his lap, something they both rather liked as she discovered she certainly wasn't too old to ditch that childhood habit yet, although now it wasn't for reading along with picture books. This was comforting in an entirely new adult way, sharing both kisses and spoonfuls of sweet sticky desserts.

The fresh replacement panties had only permitted a brief cessation of sexual shenanigans. Alistair's wandering fingers straying when not otherwise occupied with eating, eventually it meant they strayed towards the elastic waistband, also checking they weren't overly tight around her gorgeous slim thighs, tempting little bridges of fabric between taught tendons, or prominent hip bones permitting entry to questing digits. To all straight men, whatever their own preferred age-group, panties were the closest thing to heaven, Alistair having his other hand tracing those camel toe contours indicating where that heaven was located.

They left the table which would be magically cleared, Alistair having pressed a call button before closing the doors behind them. This suite similar to most consisted of several linked rooms, and he enjoyed the salubrious luxury they afforded as opposed to ordinary hotels, often choosing to use E & T facilities even when travelling without a nymphet companion.

They watched a video before retiring to the bedroom, something of his choice from a wide range of mild mainstream 1970's European erotica. Like Blue Lagoon or Lolita they mostly featured pre or slightly post-pubescent heroines discovering their emerging sexuality, and fortunately this collection were quite skilfully dubbed into English rather than them having to quickly read subtitles and be distracted from the emotional or erotic content. With these films hailing from European countries before the current trend of Nazi fanaticism regarding nudity of young actresses, Angela identified with the leading character in build and age.

Films from that collection reflected a brief period before film makers and directors found the climate unfriendly towards presenting the realism of emergent sexual feelings either between youngsters themselves, or between a younger protagonist and adult characters with whom they became infatuated. Those situations were common and real enough, but could no longer be portrayed through increasingly restrictive legislation. Some people even feared owning copies of mainstream movies from a period when more tolerant reasonable attitudes had allowed those beautiful vignettes to gain such popularity.

Ever since their return Alistair had been actively or more delicately toying with his young nymphet, keeping her on a slow simmer. Having assured himself the loss of her virginity the previous evening hadn't caused any physical harm, other than the minimal discomfort of stretching previously unaccustomed tissues inside her newly deflowered pussy, he now wished to further her practical discoveries. He needed to temper her youthful impetuous nature, bring her to the realisation the journey was as important as the destination itself.

He slowly escalated the tensions Angela was experiencing, mapping out her sensitivities as he thoroughly explored her lusciously lithe limbs and body, a girl on the threshold, almost ready to move forwards into adolescence. Although naked himself, he didn't remove her panties, instead fingers straying beneath the soft pastel cotton, or tongue lapping around the lacy edges of her childish apparel, because he much preferred his companions dressed appropriately to their age, or perhaps regressively. He also detested the frequent overuse of makeup which he felt incongruent, they were really delicate butterflies having their own glowing beauty, gaudy cosmetics instead making them look like cheap painted whores.

His explorations caused Angela to try and remove this final barrier, but Alistair insisted she leave them alone for the time being, unable to adequately explain his fetish or fascination from a perspective she could understand. Essentially he was teasing them both, hiding the forbidden, almost as if peeking around the curtain increased the anticipation of what lay just ahead. Her growing excitement made evident through the growing patch of dampness visibly darkening the gusset and her tiny delicate folds that occasionally came into view as she squirmed about under his skilled ministrations.

Feeling they'd both waited long enough he edged the waistband downwards a little on one side then pulling down a fraction on the other, pausing to lick those freshly exposed areas, turning her over to also nibble on her wonderfully curved butt cheeks, eliciting squeals of delight, and appeals to hurry-up. He didn't, and Angela meanwhile allowed the erotically slow torture to continue, having learned Alistair delivered nothing but pleasurable feelings.

For a while he left the panties around her thighs, their restriction now preventing her from opening her legs wider. Like the earlier peep-show, retaining some item of clothing even if in disarray proved enticingly erotic, often the sight of a girl's underwear still hanging from her ankle as they made love would add a certain frisson to the occasion. Others not of his persuasion might consider it strange he gained some added thrill, a kind of naughtiness from this when in most jurisdictions the whole scenario would probably be highly illegal.

Her body having awoken to sexual stimuli had naturally responded in kind, preparing her for penetration. With this being only her second occasion Alistair reached into the bedside cabinet to retrieve some KY jelly, wanting to ensure she didn't become sore from having two initial successive bouts of lovemaking so closely spaced together. He hadn't used any supplementary lubrication their first time in order to determine her true state of readiness. Whatever misbegotten beliefs were banded about as 'known facts' by all those opposed to the freedom of minors, the actual truth was even girls below his preferred age-range were capable of enjoying sexual relationships providing their lover was careful and thoughtful in regard to their needs and limitations.

Lubricated to the maximum they began by repeating what they'd done the previous night, then once she'd adjusted they explored the various practical positions suitable for a young girl with an adult lover. The additional lubrication eased re-entry as they experimented to discover which positions Angela favoured, the variations changing her experience, each time pressure shifting to stimulate her in some surprising new fashion.

Of course Alistair always enjoyed making love to any young nymphets, though first-timers held a special significance as he watched the growing light of discovery light up their faces in learning the joys which society said should be withheld for several more years; so many wasted years devoid of shared pleasures. Having moved to a suitably padded chair the girl of the moment looked up at him in wonder, sitting in his lap, her slim thighs firmly grasped around his waist, a slow rocking movement, his buried cock barely travelling far either way in small increments stimulating them both.

This being a favoured position of his own because it helped negate any height differential between himself and his partner, meaning they could kiss and nuzzle together while they made love. The reverse position whereby they both faced the same way proved fun with those more seasoned companions, as he could tease their clit and nipples while watching some erotic film together during a protracted period of gentle lovemaking. Alistair wasn't proposing to unveil the entire Kamasutra, merely those somewhat commonplace positions like spoons or doggie style which were also favoured by his usual companions, because basic missionary tended to be rather stifling and claustrophobic for the younger girls.

Some time later as Angela was playing cowgirl her shuddering and whimpers took him by surprise, her orgasm so sweet to observe, but not wanting cause her exhaustion or be sore through continuing to a further peak, Alistair allowed his control to slip soon joining her in release. This time they both made a brief bathroom visit to clean-up before drifting into the arms of Morpheus.

The following day Angela was seemingly bursting with energy, though bashfully admitted she was a little bit tender, happily accepting his offer to apply some of the healing salve which had worked wonders after her first encounter with Mr Stiffy. Having this interesting new avenue of discovery opened, her curiosity knew no bounds, eager to learn everything she could about the realms of sex, delighted to find the organs of reproduction had such a wide variety of nicknames, cock, shaft, stiffy, one-eyed-trouser-snake, then there was pussy, pink clam, plus many more derogatory sounding terms referring to lady-parts.

Much of this discussion occurred while they took a slow pleasant stroll around the lightly wooded grounds which provided dappled shade, shielding them from recently oppressive weather, the summer heat putting a lie to those always complaining about incessant rain.

They made love once more after lunch, then shared an extended period of recovery in the massive jacuzzi hot-tub, Angela delighted at the directable water-jets which she said were both stimulating while soothing at the same time.

Young girls were addictive, Alistair knowing this from experience, also they could be overly emotional, from the beginning of each fresh encounter he was always careful to ensure they understood they couldn't form lasting attachments. A brief secret naughty escapade from which they would both take away fond memories, then soon she would travel on new adventures with other men who'd also treat her like a princess because she was a really special person. To remember these wonderful secret holidays weren't available to ordinary girls, just to bold courageous girls like herself who wanted to enjoy exciting trips to places where she would gather many more happy memories of being loved...

The insentient sound of his phone interrupted such pleasant recollections, on answering the call he received confirmation the final meeting marring his schedule could be moved to a more convenient date. With the last hurdle removed he fired-up his private browser as he wanted to verify if the candidates which he had been considering shortly before lunch would still be available for the sixteen day vacation slot that he'd just cleared.

Following Roger's advise he'd chosen three girls, a fairly radical departure in this particular case, pleased to see that their individual calenders showed them available for those dates, he swiftly messaged his personal holiday hostess within the company about his companion choices, destination, and desired travel dates. He was pinged to confirm his request was now being processed, the girls availability over that period shortly greyed-out on that page of the website, pending until those details could be settled with their respective parents.

He'd selected one girl of twelve having some splendid reviews to provide the experienced mentorship and guidance role for the other two companions. This was an interesting pair, sisters of nine and eleven, now because the older girl had been on two fairly short though successful trips, their mother had consented to her younger daughter joining the company.

An experienced three year veteran, plus a relative novice awaiting her third outing together with her younger sister having a blank dance-card.. yes interesting indeed!

The End?

The concept is out there, maybe someone else might like to add to Alistair's adventures, or those of his fellow travellers...