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Mike the Mechanic – Book 5 – The
Home Cuming - Meeting the Neighbours
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Author: Broadsword
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Keywords:
Man/young girls 5 - 11, M/g, ped, oral, anal,
1st, Photo, some N/C, some BDSM
Warning!
This
fictional story contains sexually explicit material involving minors. If you do
not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE LEAVE
NOW!
If you wish to
read material of this type, then read on and enjoy.
Summary: Returning home from a trip to
= 1 =
Friday/Saturday - Finding Intruders
Mike got home from
By the time Mike had cleaned up, run the washing machine sorted his mail
and gone out for some essentials at the supermarket, it was time for a trip to
the pub, a bite to eat and home for bed. It had been warm all day. They said
the Indian summer would last
another few days, before autumn closed in. It had been a long hot
summer. Hot in more ways than one as far as Mike was concerned.
Mike woke early on Saturday, and was soon up and about. He went online,
checked into the office system and smiled to himself, when he read an e-mail
from his boss that he could take a few days off as he’d worked the last three
weeks straight through. He wouldn’t have called the work onerous. He’d had more
fresh preteen pussy than he’d ever dreamed of, and a row of tattooed red and
blue dots to show for it. He made a coffee and was reading the paper, sitting
in front of his bi-fold doors, when he saw movement at the end of his garden.
At first, he thought it was an animal or the farmer in the field, but quickly
realised it was two small children. They turned and climbed over the fence and
into Mike’s garden. They were facing his house now, and he recognised them as
the two little girls from next door. When he’d bought this house, he’d surveyed
the area, and knew they lived on one side, and Sammy
the other. Mike already had a tattooed red dot on his cock for taking Sammy’s
cherry and already it twitched at the prospect of doing the same to these two.
He nearly moved so they wouldn’t see him, but realised his blinds were
angled towards the sun. He could see them, but they wouldn’t be able to see
him. He sipped his coffee observing. He studied them with his expert eye. The
one, taller, shapelier, would, he guessed be about eleven. She had small bumps
for breasts, pushing against her T-shirt, betraying her early developing
puberty. Her sister, he estimated from her flat features, would be about two
years younger, probably about the same age as Emma, eight or nine. Both were
very pretty, with bright blue eyes and long blond hair falling to their waists.
As they walked alongside the swimming pool, they stooped, near the changing
hut, to pick up a towel each, which they must have tossed over the fence before
coming round.
It appeared to Mike that they were familiar with what they were doing,
as if they’d done this before. He made a mental note to check his hidden
security cameras later. Mike quickly grabbed one of his cameras and took a few
shots, before setting up the tripod and mounting the camera, set it to video
and let it run. The two girls walked up to the small, glass topped patio table
and dropped their towels onto it, before starting to undress, chatting as they
did so. Mike watched avidly, as they kicked off their shoes, and pulled their
socks off their feet, dropping them onto the chairs facing the table. They were
both wearing shorts, and unclipping them, pushed them down almost
simultaneously. The older girl was wearing a tight pair of powder blue panties,
which formed to her shape as she moved. It was as though they were painted to
her body. The younger girl wore a pair of white knickers, which were probably
her older sister’s cast offs. They were baggy, but gave Mike sexy glimpses
through her leg holes of her secrets, which he hoped would be revealed shortly.
Just then, Mike heard a vehicle pull up outside. The
two girls stood, alert, listening. “That’s not Mum back early, is it?”
he heard one of the girls ask anxiously, “She’d kill us if she knew we were
here.”
“No,” the other replied, “it’s the postman. I recognise the way he
always slams the door of his van. Don’t worry, we’ve got time. She’ll not be
back for another hour or two. She’s always down that church.”
They continued undressing, pulling their T-shirts up and over their
heads. Neither needed nor was wearing a bra. Time went into slow motion for
Mike now, as he watched and saw every detail. They both had stunning bodies, no
fat, shapely for their ages, fit, tanned with white shadows where they’d worn
bikinis on a beach somewhere. In a moment, which seemed like hours to Mike,
they both slipped their thumbs into their underpants and pushed them down their
long thin legs, straightening up as they did so, chatting to each other still.
Mike could see their shapely bottoms, curved and full, dimples near the top of
each of their buttocks, seeming to flex with their movements. The valley
between them a
deep crease of lust for Mike, as he felt pre-cum starting to soak his boxers.
Both bent down to straighten their clothes on the seats, and as they did, Mike
had his first glance of their peach shaped vulvas, pushing out towards him
between their thighs. They straightened up again and turned towards the pool.
As they walked forward, Mike could see their mounds were both prominent, full,
pouting. They were split by deep clefts, each with a pronounced dimple towards
the top, beneath which a slip of skin heralded their clitties hidden just
underneath. As they moved about, each half of their completely hairless mounds
seemed to compete in pushing themselves outwards. He looked at their titties, a
complete contrast to one another. The younger girl had an entirely flat chest,
with pinky brown areolæ encircling raisin sized
nipples, which stood out in the fresh air. Her older sister, on the other hand,
had small concave shaped mounds projecting from her chest, an inch or more,
like miniature volcanoes. They were tipped with areolæ, darker than her
sister’s, which pushed out another half inch. Real puffies.
Mike was riveted. This was just so erotic, so sensual, so
illicit.
Together, the sisters dived into the pool, surfacing on the other side,
gasping as they reacted to the cool water on their sun warmed skin. “God that
feels nice, Elsie,” said the older girl with feeling. “I thought we’d never get
out of that fucking church meeting. If we’re to stand a chance of getting into the
team, we’d better get some lengths in.”
Mike smiled and nodded to himself. He knew the sort of lengths he’d like
to give them, and they weren’t lengths of the pool. He thought this one through
carefully, and decided not to rush in and spoil the possibilities too soon. He
watched them as they swam back and forth, back and forth. He estimated they
swam fifty lengths non stop in about twenty minutes, before stopping. Mike knew
a thing or two about swimming, and knew these two were very good, if a little uncoordinated.
“We’d better get out and dressed in case she’s back early, Elz,” said the older girl.
“Do we have to Sue?” whined Elsie, “Can’t we do a bit more?”
“No,” came the reply, “she’s back to that
stupid church after lunch for the whole afternoon with that new women’s group
she runs. We’ll come back then and get some proper practice in.”
The girls got out, and Mike spent the next ten minutes watching them, as
they carefully rinsed under the outdoor shower, fixed to the corner of the
changing hut, to get the smell of chlorine out of their hair and skin. He
watched avidly, as they ran their hands up and down their beautiful, naked,
hairless bodies, the water running down, glinting in the sunshine, accentuating
the sensuousness of what he could see. He enjoyed looking at their proud, plump
mounds for a moment, each split by a deep cleft with a slip of skin indicating
where their clefts were hiding. They dried themselves, and slipped into their
clothing. He watched, as they then went to the far side of the changing hut,
and produced two towels which Mike hadn’t been able to see before. They’d
obviously been hung there previously to dry. They were identical to the two
they had brought with them. They obviously swapped them, so the one’s at home
were always dry, the wet ones kept here.
The two girls rolled up and threw their towels back over the fence, and
walked quickly down the garden, over the fence, and disappeared as they then
climbed into their own garden. Mike picked up his coffee and screwed up his
face when he tasted the stone cold liquid. In the distance, he could hear a
hair dryer running. Presumably the girls hiding the evidence.
It also warned him to remain very silent, as they may well be able to hear him
too and he didn’t want that, just yet. He got out of his chair, and flicked the
video camera off. He went into the kitchen and poured another cup from the
coffee machine. Next, he sat down at the table and opened up his laptop, signed
into the house security system and starting two weeks back, paged through the
files on the cameras covering the pool and garden. Over the next hour, he
pieced together the story of what the girls had been up to.
It started with the girls looking over the fence. They’d been walking in
the field, and paused on their way back home when
their mother had called them. The farmer had let it be known that youngsters
could play in his field. Next day, they appeared at the fence, presumably
having tried knocking on his door or somehow checking he wasn’t home. They climbed
the fence and looked carefully around. The mic picked up some of their
conversation.
“It’s a nice pool ……. Sammy lives next door, she and her mum are away
…….. No one would know if we used the pool ………Coach says we need to get more
practice if we’re to join the team. ……. Shall we try it when Mum’s out tomorrow
at church?”
The following day, the girls returned, carrying their costumes and
towels and using the changing hut, got into their swimsuits and swam lengths
for an hour, before showering and changing back into their day clothes. Mike
heard a comment: “Unless we wash the costumes well, Mum will smell the chlorine
on them. And we’ll have to hide them from her until they’re dry.”
“We’ll have to swim nude, then,” came the reply, “no one will see us if we’re
careful and that way our suits will always be dry, if she looks for them. We
can use those four old blue towels as well. She never uses them. If we hang one
pair to dry here, the other ones at home will always be dry.”
“Brilliant, Elsie,” said Sue. “We’ll come round when she’s at church and
get our training in and get into the team. We mustn’t let Mum find out, though.
I don’t want a beating like the last time she punished me, my bum was sore for
days, and that was for just trying on some of her make-up.” They left shortly
afterwards. Elsie didn’t mention that she hadn’t minded the beating. Sue
wouldn’t have understood.
Over the next several days, they had returned once, twice, even three
times a day. Their routine became more fluid, as their confidence grew. They
swam naked and then showered, changing the towel each time, being careful to
fold their clothes and place them on the patio chairs. Mike made an edited
video of the story, ending with the highlights of this morning’s show taken on
his high quality camera.
He selected some of his hidden cameras, and, knowing exactly where they
stripped off each time, placed the cameras strategically around the area to
capture every detail of what occurred. Mike was an expert in his field and
placing HD cameras very close to where the subjects would be was bread and
butter to him.
= 2 =
Saturday Afternoon
The Confrontation
Mike heard the mother arrive back, next door. He heard her shout at the
girls for not tidying up their room well enough. About an hour later, the woman
got back in her car and drove off, leaving the girls home alone. It was only a
minute or two later, he heard them come out of their house, chatting.
“Did you hear Mum say she was going to be late today?” said Elsie.
“Yeah,” said Sue, “something to do with this new woman’s group. Do you
think Dad would mind? She seems to spend a lot of time with that Rev Phuqup.” Mike nearly snorted out loud, when he heard her
pronounce the pastor’s name as “Fuckup.”
“I don’t know, he’s on that oil rig more and more these days,” said
Elsie. “When he comes ashore he seems to find reasons for staying in
The two towels flew over the fence, and moments later, the two appeared
at the bottom of the garden. They were undoing their clothes before they’d even
reached the patio table and chairs. In moments, they were naked, turned and
dived smoothly into the clear water, oblivious of the newly installed
underwater camera focused down the pool, behind the porthole window at the end.
Mike watched from inside the house, letting all his cameras record what
happened, before he got up. He waited his moment. They’d paused at the end
nearest him, before kicking off together down the pool. He moved fast, scooping
up the clothing and towels into a pile, before sitting in one of the chairs,
placing the garments on his lap. He remained absolutely still, watching, as
they turned in a racing turn, their little bums breaking the water’s surface as
they raced back to his end, turned again, heading away.
The girls swam four or five lengths, before Sue suddenly gasped out
loud, seeing Mike for the first time, a camera in one hand, a coffee in the
other, their clothing on his lap. Both squealed out loud in response, not
knowing what to do. Realising he could see their naked bodies through the crystal clear water,
they swam to the side nearest him, to hide themselves from his stare, their
fingers holding on to the pool coping.
A few moments passed, while the girls, very unsure of themselves,
knowing they’d been caught red handed, wondered what to do.
“Good afternoon, young ladies,” said Mike. “I presume these belong to
you.” He indicated the pile of clothing and towels. “Wouldn’t it have been
polite to come and ask me if you wanted to use my pool? I think I’m going to
have to go round and see your mother. Is she in, by-the-way?” He, of course,
knew full well the answer. There was a gasp from the girls as they absorbed his
words. They looked at each other, fear in their faces.
“Well,” he continued, “what do you have to say for yourselves?”
“I’m sorry mister,” squeaked Sue, “it won’t happen again, we only did it
this one time, promise.”
“Now you’re lying to me as well as trespassing. My security camera
recorded you coming round here several times a day for the last week or ten
days, and you say you’ve only done it once. I’m really going to have to speak
to your mother. Lying isn’t very nice.
The girls knew their mother would beat them for being in the pool
without her permission. She would beat them for doing it without the owner’s
consent and beat them even harder for lying. It was a sin in her mind and all
sin needed punishing. “Please don’t mister,” pleaded Sue, her eyes wide in
appeal, “Mum will really punish us if you tell her. We won’t do it again,
honest.”
“I don’t know,” Mike replied, rubbing his chin, as if considering the
situation. He knew full well his course of action, and getting his cock deep
inside both of these innocent preteen virgins in the next few days was the end
result. “I think you should both be punished, though. You can’t just go
wandering around other people’s property without permission. I would punish you
my own way,” he continued, “but really it should be your mother that does it.”
“If you were to punish us,” asked Sue hopefully, “what would you do to us?” thinking there might be a way passed
this situation. “Would you smack us or something, like Mum would?”
“Oh, no,” said Mike in a reassuring tone, “nothing like
that. I wouldn’t touch you at all. I don’t approve of smacking children. I
would just make you do something physical like a workout, or some gym training.
But really, it should be your mother who decides what’s best.”
“What if we promise not to tell her,” said Elsie, “and let you punish us
instead, would you let us off and not tell her?”
“I don’t know,” he answered doubtfully, “we’d all be in trouble if she
heard I’d punished you without her knowledge.”
“Please,” both girls responded together.
“Alright,” he said, sounding reluctant, his heart thumping in
anticipation, “half an hour’s workout then. You have to do everything I say,
without hesitation, or we forget it and I speak to your mother. Right, out of
the pool, and come and stand here in front of me.”
“Bbbut we’re all bare,” said Sue aghast. “We
haven’t got our costumes on. You’ll see us!”
“That’s the general idea,” thought Mike, as he actually said: “Well,
girls, it’s up to you. You will do exactly what I say, without hesitation. The
punishment should fit the crime. You swam naked in the pool,
you’ve done it for days and days. You can be punished naked too. Perhaps I
should just ask the police to talk to your mother. They might want to see the
security camera recording too. Your Mum might not like that either. Look, as
I’ve already said, it’s up to you. I can punish you or your
Mum. What’s it to be.”
The girls looked at each other, whispering together, anxiously. Finally
they turned towards him, their eyes just over the coping stones, looking at him
like trapped animals; playing for time, hoping some escape would miraculously
present itself. But they remained silent.
“OK,” said Mike, starting to stand up, holding the clothing up, “I’ve
had enough, I’m going to toss these back over your fence now, and then I shall
sit here until your mother returns and call her round to sort you both out.
What’s it to be.”
Sue was the first to move, as she edged along the side of the pool to
the steps. Elsie followed her older sister, not wanting to be left alone. They
crouched as they climbed the steps, somehow trying to delay the moment when
Mike would see them in their full naked glory. They moved towards him in a crab
walk, shuffling sideways, only showing him their hips and one globular buttock
each. Mike had already switched on his camera, and pressed ‘video record’,
before placing it on the table, facing towards where he intended them to stand.
Both girls were now standing awkwardly, on the edge of the pool, one leg
around the front of the other, their hands clasped together in front of their
chests, their forearms trying to hide their areolæ.
“Right girls,” Mike said briskly, “are we going to do this workout or
are we going to stand like statues all day?” Silence.
“Well? What’s it to be? I won’t touch you, as I promised, but I expect you to
do the workout immediately without hesitation as I instruct you. Last chance girls. Go home, or do as I say. Stand up
straight, hands by your side. Legs straight, like a soldier at attention.
“Good,” he said, as they quickly adopted the position, “now move over
here.” He pointed a few feet from the table. The two shuffled towards him,
trying to keep their thighs tightly together. “You,” he pointed at Sue, “stand
on that blue paving stone, facing me, at attention, and you,” pointing at Elsie
now, ”stand on that red one. Now as I said, it will be
half an hour’s workout. If you don’t do as I say, it will be an hour, and after
that, well, I hand you over to Mum.”
The girls were now about a yard apart, standing straight, arms at their
sides, legs together, except where there was a small gap at the top of each.
Mike spent a moment comparing the two girls facing him. They were perfection,
their wet white skin glistening in the sunshine.
“First, to warm you up, I want you to run on the spot. Run fast and
hard, GO.”
The girls started to jog on the spot, before Mike told them to run, not
jog. “Faster,” he called. And again, “faster.” Soon,
they were breathing heavier. “OK, stop,” he instructed, “next, I want you to
stand still, and hold your arms out horizontal to the sides. Hold them still
for three minutes.” He timed it. Arms always ache after two, they hurt after
three. “Time’s up, arms down, now start Jumping Jacks. Jump up and down, feet
out and back each time, arms out. Come on, quickly now.”
Soon the girls got into the motion of the exercise, which they performed
often enough at school. They were very conscious of the fact that as they
jumped, they had to spread their legs repeatedly. But soon they got into the
swing of it. Next, Mike told them to perform Second Position Pliés. Elsie blinked, not understanding, but Sue said she
would show her. She stood, feet well apart, then squatted down, bending only at
the knees, so as she descended, her thighs took up a
splits position. Elsie copied her sister, and soon Mike was watching avidly, as
the girls bobbed up and down, their little hairless pussies opening and closing
each time. He knew his two hidden cameras positioned under the coloured flag
stones, facing up, looking through the small holes in the centre, would record
this in microscopic detail.
“Very good, girls,” he praised, “you’re getting into this now. No need
to be shy. Flip over and do twenty press ups for me.” They complied. “Now sit
on the floor and adopt a bridge position. Good,” he remarked, as both girls
quickly rose into the position, as their bellies arched up high, their mounds
prominently pushing upwards, their clefts parting as their knees spread,
“you’ve done this before. Now as part of the workout, I want you to hold that
position for two whole minutes, please.” He lifted the camera off the table,
and zoomed into the open pussy of each girl in turn, as their strained bodies
struggled to maintain the position. Mike could see their vaginas were wide
open, their hymens glistening in the sunlight, tiny holes in their centres
showing him where he needed to get his cock into as soon as he could.
“That’s great,” Mike said, realizing they were now getting on with the
exercises rather than trying to hide from him. “Now, relax, stay on the ground
and rest for a second. Good. Now I want you to bring your feet straight up in
the air. Don’t bend your knees.” He watched as they adopted the position.
“That’s right. Now reach up with both hands, and hold onto your ankles. Good.
Now lean back again, and bring your legs down and outwards at the same time. I
want to see how good you are at doing the splits.” He was amazed that the two
girls, now into their workout, didn’t complain or comment on the salacious
position he’d asked them to get into. They were now lying on the patio, their
legs split at more than 180 degrees, their pudenda
wide open for him to look at. He was even more surprised, when he realized that
Sue’s vagina was seeping a little mucus. She was becoming aroused.
“Good girls,” he praised again. “We’re nearly through. It’s only twenty
minutes, but if you do this next exercise well, I will call it punishment
completed. Keep your legs where they are, but slide your hands slowly down the
back of your legs, towards your bottom. Excellent, now curl your fingers
underneath you to the middle. Good, now press your finger tips in a little, and
now pull yourselves apart as far as you can. A bit more,
further. That’s it. We’re nearly finished now, girls. Lift your heads up
and smile at me. Both girls did as he instructed, just as Mike lifted his
camera and got one of the best photographs of his life, showing two preteens
holding themselves open, with their smiling faces looking directly into the
camera lens.
“That’s it, girls,” he said, “you can go in and
have another swim now, if you like.” The two girls looked at each other,
slightly bemused, as Mike had swept them along in a flow of positions which
they practiced at school often, but never naked. It was only just now, that the
realization of what had just happened fully dawned on them.
“Err, mister,” muttered Sue, “what are you going to do with them
pictures? I mean, they’re really rude, aren’t they?”
“Yes, I suppose they are, Sue. But if you were to say anything to your
mum, I would have to show her those pictures, wouldn’t I? My name’s Mike,
by-the-way. Why don’t you two swim around for a while, do a few lengths, then
when you’re ready, get dried and dressed and come inside. I will find something
for you, ice cream, or lemon pie, or whatever you want. You can have a look at
the pictures and video and we can get to know each other a little better. Take
your time, come in when you’re ready.”
Mike went inside, leaving the two naked girls pondering on what had just
happened. After a minute or two, they did get back in the water, but their
hearts weren’t in it, and he noticed they soon got out and went under the
shower, dried and dressed, before deciding what to do, clearly debating whether
to head home or go in and see Mike, as he’d told them to do.
= 3 =
Saturday later
Coaching and Photography
There was a quiet tap on the door, and as Mike opened it, the girls
waited for his invitation. Their body language told him they were putty in his
hands now, although he also knew never to rush this. He’d messed up in the past
with mistakes such as that.
“Come in, come in,” he greeted them, smiling as he stepped back, holding
the door open for them to enter the kitchen. “What would you like? I’ve got
some iced lollies, or ice cream. There’s
some strawberries in the fridge or just a can of orange or Coke, your
choice.”
They looked into his fridge, and both selected a small tub of strawberry
Häagen-Dazs ice cream. He handed them each a tea
spoon.
“Come through to the other room,” he invited, “I’ve plugged my laptop
into the big screen TV. I think you’ll enjoy what I have got to show you. Bring
your ice creams with you.”
The two girls went into the sitting room, nervously, unsure what he was
going to show them. They sat down together on the long settee, on the edge of
the seat. Mike clicked a couple of icons on his laptop, and suddenly an image
of the back garden filled the screen. In the centre was
the pool, and the two girls were swimming, freestyle away from the camera. At
that point, the camera zoomed in, so the two of them filled the picture. It was
obvious the girls were very accomplished swimmers, by their style, lack of
water splashing and grace.
“You need to focus on your leg movement, while you’re taking a breath,
Sue,” Mike observed. He froze the frame, just as her head broke water to take
in air. “See here, look. You’re thinking of getting a lung full of air, not how
you’re kicking your legs.”
She looked across at him quizzically. “How do you know
that, how can you tell?”
He picked up a pen sized laser pointer, switched it on, and pointed the
green dot at her left buttock on the screen, where her dimple showed as a dip
in her otherwise smooth skin.
“Look carefully here,” he said, before setting the video running on
ultra slow. They watched, as each stroke now took
about five seconds. “See how when your face is down, the dimple dips each time
you kick your leg and flattens as it comes up. Now watch carefully, as you come
up to take a breath, the dimple only dips a tiny amount. That shows you’re
focusing on breathing, so as a result, you’re not kicking as hard for that one
moment. Add up all the kicks in a race, and you’ve probably lost at least a
second every hundred metres. And here,” he said, the green dot of the pointer
now alternating on their pussies, “I shouldn’t be able to see that. Your legs
need to be slightly tighter together. It only makes a tiny difference, but the
difference between winning and losing a race.
Sue looked at him in surprise. What he said made sense, but she had
expected him to show her a porn film about herself. Instead, he was coaching
her on swimming faster and keeping her legs together. “How do you know this
stuff?” she asked.
“I used to swim for my college a few years back, and did some coaching
of the younger kids. It helped me earn money at college.” He didn’t go into
details about how the younger kids were all girls about the same age as these
two. “Most people don’t know about the dimple trick, because you can only see
it when you’re not wearing a costume. Same for when you show off your pussy
when your legs drift apart. I was shown these tips by a Japanese therapist. He
specialised in many things, including acupuncture, hypnosis, and muscle
tension. He taught me other stuff too.”
“Now, Elsie,” he went on, “let’s look at your style for a moment.” Mike
moved the recording on, using the remote control. “Here,” he said, “look at
your hands. Compare them to Sue’s.” He played the tape on slow again. “See how you’re
curling your fingers just before they enter the water each stroke?” The girl
nodded. “Now Sue reaches forward further with her fingers. She cups more water
into her palm therefore. It gives more drive.” Both girls looked at him in
surprise. “Finally,” he said, “this is something you both do. It’s a common
mistake. When you get to the end of the pool, to turn, you are both leaving it
too late. You need to turn sooner. You are swimming at least four inches
further than you need. That’s a lot, when thousandth’s of a second are the
difference between first and third, or even last place. I’m going to put a
marker on the bottom of the pool at each end. It will help you time your turn
better.”
“Mike,” said Sue, tentatively, “are you saying
we can continue to train in your pool and you’ll help coach us?”
He smiled at the young girl and nodded. “Of course, Sue. You are both
talented swimmers. I can see that, but you need coaching and I can help. I have
seen good people who never make the grade. I think you two both have it in you
to reach the top. If you help me, I’ll help you.” He looked at them
meaningfully.
“How could we help you?” asked Elsie. “Do you need your garden weeding,
or something?”
“No, nothing like that,” he replied. “But I have a hobby, I’m a
photographer. I need models to pose for me. If you’re willing to do that, I’ll
help you with some coaching. Is it a deal?”
The girls glanced at each other and both nodded and smiled. The final tension in the air gone.
“How long have you got before your mother returns home?” he asked,
looking at his watch.
“Another two hours,” replied Sue, “she’ll be later than that, probably.”
“In that case,” said Mike, “We’ll do two sessions of swimming, with one
photo session in between, to give you a rest. But I warn you, the first session
will be hard work. I will coach you, but you’ll have to work hard too. Is that
fair?”
They grinned at him and nodded again. The three of them went outside,
and Mike fiddled with his camera while the girls quickly stripped off and dived
back into the pool again. Their nakedness seeming to no
longer worry them. Over the next hour, he made them work hard. They had
to swim twenty lengths, then race ten more, with Elsie having a length start,
tread water, swim more lengths, then swim as far as possible underwater, spin
circles, then reverse and yet more lengths. They were tired, but enjoyed the
way he made it fun all the time. Finally he called time.
“Out you come,” he said, “you can shower inside in the utility room.”
They followed him into the house. They knew where to go, on account the houses
in the street were all the same layout. Being already naked, they just stepped
into the shower. Mike sat down on the one seat in the room, and gave them a de-brief on their performance. “I notice you tried to kick
harder when you came up for air, Sue. Keep working on that. You need to be able
to do it without thinking. And you, Elsie, I saw you reaching out further with
your fingers. That’s good. You’ll both need to work on the point where you turn.
I will put a marker down later, and we’ll work on that racing turn. Make sure
you wash your hair properly. That chlorine smell clings to you more than you
realise.”
He idly watched them as they continued their wash. Seeing
the water flow down their soft pink skin. They didn’t seem at all put
out by his presence and scrutiny. Mike was a pedo, and an expert on the bodies
of young girls, and in his opinion they didn’t get much more perfect than these
two. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on them.
“There’s a hair dryer and a brush over there,”
he said pointing to a shelf. “I’ve another dryer upstairs somewhere. I’ll go up
and get it in a moment.” When he returned, they were just switching the shower
off. Mike had brought down two large fluffy towels, and handed one to Sue, and
indicated for Elsie to step over towards him, as he held the towel out in both
hands. As she came to him, he wrapped the towel around her. He held the towel
to her, rubbing the water dripping from her chin and neck. Mike rubbed his hands
up and down her back, helping her to dry off, in a way any parent might. He
wanted to build up her confidence in his touch. He didn’t push the boundaries
just yet. There was plenty of time for that. Sue, wrapped in her towel, stood
watching her younger sister being rubbed down. As soon as Mike patted Elsie’s
bum, indicating her back was dry, she came over and stood where her sister had
just been. Mike repeated the exercise, and rubbed her back down too. He took
the liberty of running his hands over her bottom, pushing slightly into the
crease of her bum, gauging her reaction. She neither flinched, nor pulled away.
She just looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. A very good sign, he
decided.
“If you both come and sit on my knee, I will see if I can use two hair
dryers at the same time.” He stood and plugged in both dryers, sat and patted
his knees in invitation. The two, unexpectedly dropped their towels onto the
floor, and sat down, facing away from him, one on each knee. He switched the
dryers on and was soon moving the hot airflow up and down the fall of their
long hair. The girls reached behind them, running their fingers and brushes
through their hair, separating the strands, while their fine blond hair quickly
dried off. Mike was finding it difficult to concentrate, as he felt their warm,
naked vulvas and bottoms rubbing back and forth over his knees, their thighs
clamping either side of his legs.
“If you’re ready, girls, we’ll go through to my studio,” he announced.
“Err, what would you like us to wear Mike?” asked Sue. “Our clothes are
still outside.”
“Of course they are,” he said, as if he’d forgotten, “I’ll nip out and
get them for you. I won’t be a second.”
Mike returned holding out the girls clothing, and watched as they
quickly slipped into them. He led them through to the studio. “OK girls, please
be careful what you touch, the lights are top heavy, and if you knock them,
they may well fall over and break. There’s a small fridge by the door there,”
he pointed. “Please help yourselves. It gets hot under the studio lights, so
please drink plenty. What I’d like to do now,” he said, suddenly sounding
professional, “is to photograph you together, then separately. I will set up
the backdrop first, though. Neither of you are wearing anything green, so I
will drop the green screen down. Could you both stand over there while I do
it?”
Mike quickly brought the backdrop down and across the floor, flattening
out the creases. “Come and stand in the middle here, where I am.” He moved to
his tripod, and quickly mounted the camera and plugged in the lead controlling
the flash lights.
“Right,” he said, “this will come thick and fast. Just go with the flow,
and you’ll enjoy it. Stand with your hands at your sides, facing each other.
Good, now put your hands on each other’s shoulders. Stay like that and turn
your heads towards me, look into the lens. Great.” The flash kept going, as the
session progressed. “Right,” he said after about ten minutes, “Elsie, take a
break, now and sit down somewhere. Have a drink if you want, while I photograph
Sue on her own. Sue, lie on your tummy on the floor. Bend your elbows and put
your chin on your palms. Excellent. Now
feet up behind you. Knees apart a bit.” So the
session continued. Elsie took her turn after a while and Mike found both girls
were natural models and photogenic to boot. It wasn’t difficult photography. He
enjoyed it very much. He glanced at his watch and announced it was time for the
next session in the pool. The girls reluctantly moved towards the door. They’d
clearly enjoyed themselves.
While the girls stripped off their clothes once more, Mike explained
what he wanted them to do. The last session is going to be more fun,” he said.
“We’re going to use a ball and you will throw it one to another. My job is to
try and get the ball. If I get it, you have to get it back. The idea is to
sharpen your reactions, tone up your muscles, get fit, but have fun at the same
time. Training shouldn’t be all boring, hard work. He got a beach ball from the
shed and tossed it into the water. The girls stood agog, as Mike stripped off
his clothes and dived cleanly into the pool before they did. The image in both
girls’ minds was of his long, thick cock standing proud and erect as he dived
in.
Mike positioned himself in the centre of the pool and waited for the
girls to get ready. One at each end. They moved
closer, and started to pat the ball passed back and forth. He was piggy in the
middle. Sue threw the ball to Elsie, but a breath of wind diverted it. Elsie
nearly missed it, just getting control before Mike lunged at it. He leapt into
the air as it went over his head, and managed to get a finger to it making it
bounce up over Sue. It was a race to get there first. He lunged, and grabbed
her ankle and pulled. She sank unexpectedly, surfacing in a fit of coughs and
splutters. She clung to him with one hand on his shoulder, the other wiping
water from her eyes, her knees either side of his waist. He’d cupped her bottom
in support, his fingers trailing through her cleft. Their eyes locked for a
moment, both knowing exactly what the other was thinking. The moment passed,
and Mike reached out for the ball and held it aloft.
The girls now knew there were no rules in this game, and worked out
tricks to play on Mike. The ball passed from them to him and back again several
times. He copt a feel of
their beautiful bodies several times, they grabbed his cock “accidentally” in
return.
“I think we’ve been long enough,” he announced after about forty
minutes. They were all breathless. The exercise had been great fun and
energetic. “Before we have a shower, time for a group hug.”
The girls swam towards him, one each side and put their arms around his neck.
Mike could just touch the floor of the pool, and stood, his arms encircling the
bodies of the two preteens. He felt the girls push their legs down, rubbing his
erection. There was little subtlety in what they did, as they moved their legs
back and forth across his cock. He decided he was justified in cupping their
bums, his fingers pressed slightly into their clefts. He noticed a silent look
between the girls and their smile, saying nothing, and yet saying so much.
Instinct told Mike he shouldn’t push it at this time. He passed his middle
finger tip further up over their clefts, with a featherlike touch, slipping
almost imperceptibly over their clitties. He gently cupped them for a couple of
seconds, feeling both girls stiffen in response. He felt, rather than heard,
their breathing shorten, as their arousal rose. He knew just how far to take
this, on this first intimate occasion, and pulled his fingers back, feeling
them both relax against him, the tension gone. He slipped his finger tips back
over their vagina entries, feeling slickness in each. Even Elsie, the nine year
old was aroused. This was going to be easier than he’d thought. Time to end it. Tomorrow was another day and tonight, well
tonight was another matter. They would know nothing about that. As he released
them, and swam to the pool side, he could almost feel the disappointment behind
him, of the two girls, transmitted to him through the water.
A few minutes later, Mike was standing under the shower, washing the
chlorine from his hair, the suds running down his body. He washed quickly, and
stepped out as the girls came into the room, clutching their clothes. They
stepped into the shower as he rubbed the large fluffy towel across his back,
drying himself. The girls were obviously far more relaxed now about their, and his nakedness, seeming not to worry in the least.
As he’d told them before, they made sure the chlorine had all been washed from
their hair. Picking up their towels, they wrapped themselves and walked over to
him, facing each other, either side of his knees as he sat in the chair. He
reached out and rubbed their backs through the towels as he had done before,
this time letting his fingers push down over the valleys of their bottoms,
pressing in slightly. There was no pulling away by either of them. They were
obviously now becoming comfortable with his touch.
The girls had dried their fronts, and as Mike picked up the two hair
dryers, they turned, dropped their towels on the floor, stepped back and sat
their naked bottoms, one on each of his knees. As before, he waved the airflow
of the dryers up and down the fall of their hair, and soon had them dry again.
He put the dryers down, and putting a hand round each of their tummies, hugged
them back into his chest. They placed their hands over his and squeezed, in a
movement of affection.
Again not wanting to push too quickly, he indicated, by putting his
palms under and lifting their buttocks, for them to stand. He got up and pulled
on a pair of boxers, the tenting of his erection in no way hidden. “Would you
like to see the photos we took in the studio, earlier?” he invited. “I think
we’ve got about half an hour before you should get home. Grab yourselves a
drink or an ice cream, and come into the sitting room.”
A minute later, the girls came into the sitting room, each holding a can
of drink in one hand, and their clothes in the other. They were only wearing
knickers. When he commented, they just said they were still feeling hot from
the shower. Mike had booted up his rather special photo workshop software, and
was scrolling through some scenes set in beautiful countryside.
“Come and sit down,” he said. They sat either side of him, leaning in to
see what he was doing. “Choose a photo,” he said. “Somewhere you’d like to
visit.” After a quick debate, they pointed to a picture of a stream, near some
woods. A grass meadow with wild flowers disappeared into the distance. He
clicked the automerge icon. He then group selected
all the photos he’d taken in the studio and slid them over the country scene. A
time bar appeared, a green line moving across,
indicating progress. A ‘completed’ message appeared.
Mike lifted the laptop, placed it on the coffee table in front of them,
plugged in the HDMI cable, connecting it to the large screen TV. He picked up
the remote control, and leaned back into the settee, between the girls, who cuddled
into his sides. These subtle messages of intimacy from them weren’t missed by
Mike, who responded by putting an arm around each of their shoulders and
cuddled them back.
When the first photo appeared, on the huge screen, of the two girls
standing side by side, it looked for all the world, as
though they were in the meadow. They gasped and looked up at him. “How did you
do that?” asked Sue. “I mean, we were in the studio!”
“It’s called green screen separation,” he explained. “The computer
removes everything green, and replaces it with whatever photo you want to use
behind the models.” They were mesmerised. “You could go anywhere in the world
with this,” he added, “without leaving home. Just imagine, you could tell your
friends you went to
Mike set the photos on slideshow, and let the computer pan through the
whole collection. His hands, at this point, were over their tummies, just
touching the elastic of their panties, their hands over his. He made no move to
push the boundaries. His boxers still bulged a little with his tumescence, but
not like before. He noticed, though, the two girls looked down at him from time
to time.
“Tomorrow, if you like,” he said, “I could set up a beach in the studio.
I could take some photos of you in your swimming costumes on some sand, and I
will make it look like you’re both on a beach by the sea.”
“We won’t be able to do that,” said Sue. “We’ll get sand in the costumes
and Mum will notice next time we go to swim class. She always spots stuff like
that.”
“Oh, OK,” he mused, “perhaps I can find something for you to wear, I’ll
look around. We’ll work something out.” He glanced at his watch. “Time for you to move. Leave your blue towels here,” he
instructed. “I’ll wash them for you, and afterwards, you can put them back
where they belong. In future, you can borrow my towels. It’ll be better that
way. What are you doing this evening?”
They pulled a face. “Mum’s going to some meeting again in the fuc…, in the church, so we’ll be on our own, I guess,” said
Sue. “Why do you ask?”
“Oh,” he responded, “you can always come round here, if you want, and
we’ll watch a movie or take some pictures, whatever. Only if you want, that
is.” He left it hanging in the air. The girls smiled, as if their boring night
before them had suddenly improved. Mike watched from the kitchen as they walked
down the garden and over the fence at the end. The first day with these two
virgins, had progressed better than he could have hoped.
= 4 =
Saturday Evening
Pushing the Boundaries
It was earlier than he’d expected, before six, when he heard the tap on
the door. The girls breezed in when he opened the door, chattering away as they
entered, as if they’d done it a hundred times. Sue held up a cordless phone.
“Mum sometimes phones us in the evening if she’s out late, so I thought I
should bring this with us.” Mike took the handset and checked to confirm there
was a dialling tone.
He hadn’t been idle while they’d been back
home. He’d logged into his MI5 account, and checked the police and surveillance
records on Rev. Fuqup’s church. They were on a watch
list. The main concerns were that there were unsubstantiated rumours that
members of the congregation, mainly young women, were being groomed into
handing over large sums of cash to the man. Property, cars, anything of value
seemed to disappear in his direction too. The religion too seemed odd. It was
all things to all people, so Muslims, Christians, Jews, Hindus
all flocked to his calling. The press had coined the term smorgasbord religion.
Pick the bits that suit you. There was a secret audit being undertaken now, and
a public enquiry was expected to be announced soon. “Hmm,” Mike thought,
“interesting. Just like one or two other religious cults. Suck people in, suck ‘em dry and spit ‘em out.”
The other thing he’d done was prepare his knockout pills, a special
inhaler he used occasionally, and, of course the Golden Lotion. When he’d been
in
“What time will your mum be back?” he asked, as they opened the fridge
door uninvited and pulled out a couple of cans of drink.
“She said we had to be in bed by the time she got back,” said Elsie.
“Yes,” added Sue, “that usually means she’s out with her friends and
won’t be in until late. The only thing is, I heard Rev. Fuckup tell her and a
couple of other ladies they were having a special intimate prayer meeting
tonight for the ‘Inside Circle’, as he called it. I think he’s keen on Mum, in
ways Dad might not like.” Mike knew exactly what she meant. He reckoned they had over four hours
to play with.
“Before we watch a movie, I wanted to explain that I’d like you to both
do some homework for your swimming.” They looked at him, puzzled. “Now this is
what I want you each to do,” he continued. He handed Elsie a pair of Squeeze
Balls, made from gel for exercising the hands. “Elsie, when you go to bed
tonight, I want you to hold these, one in each hand, and squeeze them as hard
as you can for five seconds, OK?” she nodded, looking serious. “I want you to
repeat it 100 times, if you can. It will help your reach. Tomorrow you may have
sore muscles, but the ache will soon go and make your swimming improve. You
will find, if you do it regularly your reach will
improve. Now, Sue, we need to tone up your bottom. Do you have a thick felt-tip
pen at home, like a Sharpie, or something like that?”
“I think so,” she said, “yes, I’m sure I have.”
“Good. This is a technique that Japanese therapist, I told you about,
taught me. It really works. What I need you to do is this,” he said seriously,
making it up as he went along. “Get some Vaseline. You have some?” She nodded.
“OK, smear some over your finger, and push it into your bottom. Make sure you
use plenty. Then you have to insert the Sharpie in, at least three inches, more
if you can. To get it in, you might need to push like when you do a poo. Next,
you know when you clench your muscles in your bottom, to stop yourself messing
your pants when you need to go?” She nodded again. “Well clench your muscles as
hard as you can for five seconds, then relax. Do it a
hundred times. If you do it at the same time Elsie does her exercises, you can
keep time for each other. Your bum may feel a bit sore tomorrow, but if you do
it a couple of times a week, then your muscle tone will improve no end.
Tomorrow, you can use the Squeeze Balls, and Elsie the Sharpie pen.”
He took them through to the sitting room, where they sat in a row on the
settee. Mike asked what movie they’d like to watch.
“The film I’d like to see,” said Sue, “is ‘The Kid Who Would Be King’.
The problem is, it’s only on in the cinemas at the
moment.”
While the girls discussed what else they could watch, Mike clicked a few
icons, and the opening credits of Kid Who Would Be King suddenly appeared on
the huge TV screen.
They gasped. “How did you do that, Mike?” asked Elsie. “It’s not even on
at cinemas near here, only in
“Ah, well,” he quipped, “I have friends in low places. But I will tell
you something,” he said in a suddenly serious tone, catching their attention,
“you look after me, and I’ll look after you.” They were intelligent girls and
got the message alright. But what he actually wanted was still unknown to them.
For the next couple of hours, the girls watched the movie. They were
cuddled into Mike’s sides, enjoying his arms encircling them. They were dressed
in the same shorts and crop top T-shirts they’d worn that morning, so his
fingers caressed their naked bellies. Their hands clasped over the top of his.
After half an hour, his
hands were under the T-shirts, and a little later, he felt their
areolæ under the pads of his fingers. But, it wasn’t until the end of the movie
approached, did he start to caress their tiny nipples. Almost immediately, he
felt them harden, engorge, grow. Although Elsie was completely flat chested,
Sue had little raised cones, which he’d studied so closely during the day, and
was now exploring with his finger tips. He now felt them harden. The girl’s
hands were still over his, pressing him to themselves. The final credits of the
movie signalled the end.
Mike lowered his hands to their hips as he asked: “Do you want to head
home now, or would you like to have a photo session?”
“Can we do some more pictures, Mike?” asked Elsie, standing up, holding
his hand and trying to pull him up, her face excited, remembering the way he’d
placed them in the meadow in the last set.
“We will need to get you something different to wear,” he interrupted,
“I’ve already photographed you in what you’re wearing now. “Tomorrow, I’ll try
and organise the beach scene. Why don’t you model some underwear, you know,
like models do in lots of magazines? I’ll come round with you to your house and
you can get two or three things to wear each.” They weren’t worried at his suggestion, after all, he’d seen them naked for most of the
day.
The three of them walked down his garden, over the fence into the field
and back over their fence into their garden. He held their hands as they walked
up the pitch black grass, towards their house. Mike had his phone ready, and as
they got to the back door, he switched the light on. He noted the number, as
Sue tapped in 3229# into the key pad. He had equipment which would crack the
code, but it would take quite some time. They entered the house. Sue led the
way, climbing the stairs to the bedroom overlooking the back garden. Mike noted
the layout and casually asked if the largest room at the front was their
mother’s. Getting the confirmation he expected. Neither of the girls noticed
the tiny hidden surveillance camera he placed on a chest of drawers. It looked
like an ordinary jewellery ring box The third bedroom, he was told, was
just used for storage.
They entered the girls’ room, which looked like any child’s bedroom,
anywhere. While Elsie pulled open a drawer stuffed messily with all manner of
small items of clothing, Mike placed another of his tiny cameras on top of the
chest of drawers. One by one, she held up some panties for his consideration.
He nodded to about four pairs, before he spotted a pair of grey pantyhose at
the bottom of the drawer. They were thin and small and he wondered if she’d be
willing to model in them for him. She never blinked and added them to the
collection. Sue had made a similar pile.
“Make sure you’ve got something sexy to put on,” he smiled. “Let’s have
some fun doing this.” He noticed neither had selected any bras. Five minutes
later they were in his studio. Mike smoothed the green screen, while the girls
stripped off and pulled on their first pair of panties. He stopped and stared
for a moment, making them both giggle as he took in the revealing nature of
what they’d put on. Elsie was wearing small white regular knickers, but so old,
so thin, so small, stretched over her form, they appeared almost transparent.
His cock lurched in response. Sue, on the other hand was wearing a pair of red
lacy panties, which were nearly transparent too. As she turned to show off what
she’d put on, he saw her leg holes were cut right up to her waist band,
exposing large areas of her thighs. But as she turned away from him, he saw
they were in fact thongs she wore. The thin red string
vanishing into her bum crack.
Mike started the session, with distant and medium shots of them both,
before taking close ups. He made sure they’d squatted several times, making the
material pull up into their clefts in very erotic camel toes. These were just
so sexy. Next Elsie pulled on an old pair of sports knickers she’d stopped
wearing three years before, because they were too small and full of holes. Sue
had slipped on a pair of her mother’s, which didn’t fit her yet. They were
still too large. She had to hold them up, and the leg holes gaped, showing Mike
her clefted mound and bottom, through the gaps.
Mike’s close ups took full advantage of what both girls displayed.
The highlight of the session for Mike, though, was when Elsie pulled on
the pantyhose. It took her several minutes to get them on. Try as she might,
she ended up with a thick crease of the material running from her tummy button,
all the way down her mons, between her thighs and up to the top of her bum, and
had to ask him to help her smooth it down. Mike’s hands shook slightly, as he
ran his fingers back and forth over the gossamer thin material pulled so
tightly over her thighs, pussy and bottom. Again and again he ran his fingers
across her cleft, feeling the tiny bump of her clitoris, making her jerk
slightly as he did so, feeling it harden, her eyes
losing focus. The crease was smooth now. There was no further excuse to
continue rubbing his fingers through her cleft.
He glanced across at Sue, who’d pulled on a sheer pair of silvery-white
pantyhose too. What amused him, though, was that it was obvious she’d bunched
hers up too, and demanded he straighten them up, as he’d done for her sister.
He immediately ran his fingers back and forth over the transparent nylon,
feeling her labia bulge to his touch, her bottom crack yield to his fingers
pressing in. Again the crease was removed, but it told him that the girls were
more than willing to let him touch them intimately, something he intended to do
much more very soon. Mike’s photo session ran through very fast, and soon he
called time.
Taking them back into the sitting room, he selected a backdrop photo of
a school classroom, and merged the pictures onto it. He plugged in the HDMI
lead, clicked ‘slideshow’ and leaned back with one of them on each side, his
arms once more cuddling them in, his hands on their bellies. As the first
picture appeared, the girls giggled, seeing their nearly naked selves standing
in a typical school classroom, full of children. The sexy series of pictures
scrolled through, and Mike almost unconsciously cupped each of the girls
mounds, his finger tips trailing down over the nylon of the pantyhose into
their clefts, caressing their clitties, feeling them harden being conscious
they may be frightened off in the morning, when they remembered his actions, he
pulled his fingers away as soon as the last photo clicked off.
“Mike,” asked Sue, giving him a coquettish sideways look, “would you
show us the photo you took this morning?”
“What photo do you mean?” he asked innocently in reply. His face unreadable.
“You know the one I mean,” she said, looking him in the eye.
Mike stared at her for a couple of seconds, before clicking the mouse
pad a couple of times. On the big screen appeared a crystal clear high
definition picture of the two girls lying side by side. Their legs were spread
out sideways, their whole pudenda filled over half the picture, their fingers
pushed into their clefts, pulling their vaginas wide open in one of the most
graphic, erotic, sensual pictures of child porn he’d ever taken. The eye was
drawn to their wide open vaginas, pink, red, coral, and cream coloured, all
merging together, glistening with their dampness and the sunlight. Their pale
hymens were stretched across, tight as drum skins, each with a small hole,
showing a dark interior beyond. Capping
it all, though, was their faces showing above their bellies, looking down their
bodies at the camera, bright smiles on their faces.
Both girls gasped when they saw the nature of the picture, neither
having realised just how revealing it had been.
“But, you can’t look at it, Mike” said Elsie, “it’s so rude. Why did you
take it?”
“It was part of your punishment this morning. You know that. You agreed
I would punish you, and this was part of it.” There was silence, as they
thought about that.
“What will you do with the picture?” asked Sue, “Will you put it on the
internet for lots of old men to look at? What will you do?”
Mike had been asked similar questions before by many of his little
preteen girls, like Sammy in this very room and had a stock answer. “I’m going
to look at it from time to time, when I’m in bed alone, and I will have a
quality time with it.” Elsie looked at him blankly. Sue thought for moment, before
her eyes opened wide, followed by a bright grin, hidden by her hand. She leaned
into her sister, and whispered an explanation into her ear. Suddenly Elsie too
clapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide, as she shrieked with laughter
at what he meant. The tension of the moment dissipated.
“Right girls,” he said, “who’d like a drink of chocolate before you go
to bed?” They both did. Mike warmed the milk and watched, as they drank it
down. They talked a little about the coaching he planned for the following day.
He looked at his watch and nodded meaningfully to them. It was time for them to
head home to bed. He escorted them to their back door, before returning home,
waiting. The pills he’d given them in the chocolate would kick in about
= 5 =
Saturday Night
A little Anal Rape
Mike had his pack of tools and equipment prepared. He stripped off, and
slipped into his black catsuit. He’d used it many times on similar quests, as
the dried pre-cum and semen stains down the front attested. His head and face
mask, together with his latex gloves, were ready to pull on when the time came.
He heard a car pull up next door followed by voices. Sounds
of people trying to be quiet, when they’ve had a few drinks.
After the girls had left, Mike had spent the next hour listening to the
girls’ conversation, as they stripped off their clothes. He watched on the big
screen the two of them, as they flopped onto their beds, naked.
“Sooz,” asked Elsie, “what do you think about
Mike?”
“I think he’s really nice, Elz,” she replied,
as she picked up the jar of Vaseline and went to unscrew the plastic lid. He’s
taught us both a lot about how to improve our swimming. I would never have
thought about the tension in my legs as I take a breath, but it was so obvious
when he explained it. The same with your hands curling too
soon and that thing about keeping our legs together more.” While she was
talking, Mike watched as she pushed her Vaseline covered finger into her anus
and twisted it round, coating her rectum. He smiled, as she took a second
dollop and pushed it in again, as far as her finger could reach. She struggled
when she tried to push the Sharpie in.
“Elz,” she said, looking across at her sister,
“could you give me a hand here. I need to straighten up to do this, but as I
reach down, I twist too far. Be an angel and push it in, would you?”
Mike watched avidly, as the girls giggled while trying to get the pen
into her shit hole. In the end, it slipped in. She managed to get about four
inches of it into her. The next ten minutes was spent with the two girls
undertaking the exercises he’d set them; Sue clenching her arse muscles and
Elsie Squeezing the balls, the same way she’d soon be squeezing his cock, he
hoped.
“Do you mind that he punished us when we were bare?” asked Elsie, “I
mean he’s seen every bit of us now. Does it embarrass you?”
“Yes it did at first,” Sue replied, as she clenched her bottom for the
twentieth time. “But after a while, it didn’t seem to matter anymore. He could
have really made life difficult and told Mum, when he caught us swimming in his
pool, and instead, after punishing us, which was only fair, he’s helping us to
become better swimmers. No I don’t mind him seeing us bare at all. What about
you?”
“No,” replied Elsie “I kind of liked it. No one’s ever looked at me like
that before. Do you think he’s one of those peedeyfiles
Mum warned us about, you know someone who likes little girls?”
“Maybe,” answered Sue, “but he hasn’t done anything I didn’t like, or
want him to do. Shall I ask him tomorrow? That might be fun.”
Mike smiled to himself. This was going as well as he could have hoped.
It was after eleven now. The girls had put away their underwear, hidden the
Squeeze Balls, returned the Vaseline to the bathroom and even remembered to
brush their teeth. They’d fallen asleep an hour before their mother returned. By
then, they’d long since fallen into exhausted sleep, following their busy day. She
had looked briefly in on the two of them, before going to her room with the
Rev. Phuqup, Mike watched through his hidden camera,
as he commanded her to lie on the bed while he strapped her down in what looked
like a most uncomfortable position. Her left foot tied to her left wrist, the
same on the right. Then he used a bar, fixed to her feet, to force them wide
apart. He took a ball gag and forced it into her mouth, before puling a hood
over her head, he blindfolded her, tying the hood down under her chin. Next,
after fitting nipple clamps to the poor woman, he took a heavy leather strap,
and started to hit her bottom as hard as he could, making
loud cracking noises. She would be very sore in the morning. The reverend,
during this time, was entirely naked, except he was still wearing his white dog
collar. But what really made Mike smile was every time the man hit her, he
called out, “you’re a sinner, repent.” Mike knew the quality of the recording
was good enough to keep.
By
Mike knew he had five minutes, before they would come to. He took the
eye dropper from his pocket and unscrewed it. Prising the woman’s mouth open,
he counted three drops into her throat. The Reverend got four. They would be
out for the count until at least dawn, and possibly later. He grabbed his bag,
took out his camera, and switching on the bedroom
light, photographed them in what could only be described as a very compromising
position. There would be no doubt as to who he was, although her identity was
hidden by the blindfold. Just in case, though, after he’d taken shots from
various angles, he slipped the blindfold off her and took another series of
photos, in case she proved awkward at a later date. He switched the light off,
and left them to it. He had more important things to be doing.
He pushed open the girls’ bedroom door and stepped inside quietly.
Walking to each bed in turn, he lifted a corner of their bedding and pinched
their Achilles heels to ensure the pills had worked. Neither
flinched in any way. They wouldn’t know anything about what he did to
them for the next three hours at least. He shut the door, and made sure the
curtains were securely closed, before switching on the light. He pulled the
duvets off both of them and rolling them up, placed them on the chair in the
corner, noting which one had been on which bed. Before he did anything else, he
set up his tripod and mounted the camera, setting to run on video.
The girls lay in their pyjamas, their long blond hair spread out either
side of them, like a silk blanket shimmering in the light. Mike paused for a
moment, just looking, before he set to work. First of all, he removed his black
face mask, cat suit, gloves and shoes, placing them by his bag. He moved
between them and sat on Elsie’s bed. Reaching over her, he started to undo the
buttons of her top, one by one, taking his time, savouring the moment. The
garment fell open, exposing her flat chest. He leaned in and sucked her closest
nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth across, feeling her
harden. He reached up with his hand and caressed the other, watching her
closely, as they engorged, responding to his attention. He slipped her top down
her arms and pulled it out from under her, dropping it onto the floor at the
foot of the bed.
Mike moved across to the other bed and undid Sue’s top also, removing it
like her sister’s. Her titties were more developed, but even so still small for
her age. They were just cones, perhaps just over an inch proud of her chest.
Her areolæ, standing proudly out, like finger tips, were darker than Elsie’s
with a ring of Goosebumps surrounding her peanut sized nipples. He sucked one
into his mouth, while caressing the other with his finger tips. God he loved sucking puffies.
He stood again and went to the foot of Elsie’s bed. He grasped the hem
of her pyjama legs, lifted upwards and pulled, watching as they slid down her
legs, leaving her lying in just her tiny, thin white almost transparent panties
she’d modelled earlier for him. He leaned across and pushed his fingers into
her cleft, making her camel toe even deeper. He loved the feel of her labia
clinging to the sides of his fingers as he pressed into her. Reluctantly, he
pulled away from her, knowing all things come to those who wait. He turned now
to Sue and removed her pyjama bottoms in the same way.
His heart was now beating hard in anticipation, as he grasped Sue’s
panties either side of her hips, and pulled them down and off her, keeping his
eyes away from her for the moment. He turned to Elsie once more and soon
slipped her panties down and off her legs also. Unable to contain himself any
longer, he pushed her legs far apart, her feet hanging over opposite sides of
the bed. Reaching in, he brought his fingers to either side of her cleft and
pressing his fingers against her labia, pulled them apart, opening her up to
his close inspection. Her vagina peeled open, making a squelching sound as it
did; mucus inside her, strung across the opening gap, like a spider’s web.
Often, he used a set of home made retractors for really opening up sleeping
girls’ pussies, like he had with Sammy, but tonight he decided not to bother.
Pulling her open as far as he could, he bent in and pushed his tongue
into her, instantly tasting her exquisite flavour, tingling
his taste buds immensely. He pushed in as deep as he could. He had to pull her
labia apart harder, to get the tip of his tongue up against her hymen. He felt
the springiness of her membrane, knowing for sure, he was going to take her
virginity in a few day’s time. Before he moved over to
Sue, he climbed onto the bed and brought his cock into her vaginal entry and
rubbed his crown up and down, spreading large amounts of pre-cum into her. He
pressed, feeling her hymen dip under the pressure. He pressed and released
several times, before he got off her, knowing he couldn’t fuck her tonight.
Moving over to Sue, feasting his eyes on her mons and deep cleft
pressing his palm to her mound, he enjoyed her firmness, softness, and
pliability. Like her sister, he quickly swept her legs apart, her knees hanging
over each side of the bed, watching as her thick labia pealed open. Again, he
needed to taste her and indeed she didn’t disappoint him, as his tongue licked
across her hymen, back and forth. Her coral, cream, pink and red interior
glinted as her dampness caught the light. When he pulled away, a string of her mucus
reached all the way from her opening to his lips.
Mike climbed over her and pressed his cock into her entry. Immediately
he knew she was bigger in there than her sister. He needed all his willpower
not to just press through into her and fuck her hard. Mike had a job to do,
though, before he took his pleasure. So he climbed off her and took a moment to
take a hold of himself and regain his composure.
He looked now at both the preteen sisters for a moment, just
appreciating the vision. They were lying naked on their little beds, their legs
spread as far open as possible, each with his pre-cum glinting in their virgin
vaginas. It didn’t get much more erotic than this.
He reached into his pack and pulled out a clear polythene bag. Firstly,
he took out a thin hard plastic tube. Next, he pulled out a tube of KY Jelly.
He smeared some on the end of the tube, and spread it along with his fingers.
Taking the tube, he carefully put the end to the tiny hole just below the
centre of her hymen, and slowly pressed it into her, watching as it slipped
into her, inch by inch. It sank further and further into her, until he felt it
bump into her cervix, five inches in. Leaving the tube there, he took a long
cotton bud from the polythene bag and a bottle of the Golden Lotion. Opening
the lid, he dipped the cotton bud into the bottle soaking the end with the
precious fluid. He then put the cotton bud into the end of the tube and pushed
it in, watching as it disappeared. When he’d done this in the past, he always
knew when it hit the girls’ G spot, because they always jerked as the strong liquid reacted with
the most sensitive part of her body. This happened again today, with a sharp
intake of breath, as her hips tensed upwards, her bottom leaving the bed for a
second, before sinking back down again. He waited a moment, then
twisted the cotton bud, ensuring there was an even coating of the lotion where
it needed to be. Mike moved over to Elsie and repeated the same procedure with
the nine year old, pleased when she too tensed up, as her G spot was coated
with the stimulating liquid.
Packing the tube, lotion and cotton bud into the polythene bag, and
dropping them into the pack, he moved the tripod to where he needed it for what
was to follow. He straightened Sue’s legs, bringing them together, rolled her
over on to her front, admiring and feeling her firm bottom for a minute. He
then pushed one hand under her mound and lifted her waist then with the other,
he pushed her knees up under her, but at the same time spread them outwards, so she was now kneeling in a crouched
position. So she could breath, he folded her hands under her face. Mike moved
behind her, and placing a hand on each of her spectacular, firm, buttocks, he
pulled her gently apart, seeing her anus and vagina pop open. At times like
this, Mike always paused, taking in the vision before him, of the beautiful
eleven year old child, on her knees, thighs apart, with his pre-cum soaked
rampant cock poised, ready to ravish her.
Mike smiled, when he looked into her bum, and saw her rectum was
reddened and still slightly dilated from her exercises with the Sharpie pen.
Exactly what he’d intended. He pushed his finger to her and was pleased as it
sank in without resistance, lubricated by the Vaseline. He felt her buttery
interior, it’s greasy passage gripping his finger, the
contours of her bottom pressing against him. Mike couldn’t wait any longer, and
taking the KY Jelly again, he smeared a coating over his crown, before pushing
the nozzle into her anus and squeezed it gently, not needing too much, with all
the Vaseline already in there.
Whenever Mike anally raped a sleeping girl, he always got a particular
thrill. He never wanted her to know what had happened, which gave him an even
greater thrill. So the following day, as they spent time and talked together,
he would know he’d fucked her, while she remained completely ignorant of what
he’d done, thinking her sore bum was caused by the clenching exercises with the
Sharpie pen. It was all part of what made him the pædophile he was.
He brought his crown to her anus, and pressed into her. There was little
movement as yet, and although she was slightly dilated, she wouldn’t be able to
take him for a while. He maintained pressure against her, and was surprised
when he felt a slight movement after just two or three minutes. Suddenly, the
ridge of his crown popped into her. The tight muscle of her
sphincter squeezing his shaft, just under the ridge. He paused, wanting
her dilation to continue, before he pressed further. As he waited, he saw the
Sharpie pen on her bedside table. He reached over and inspected it. It was
smeared, slightly brown. Bringing it to his nose, he inhaled deeply. She smelt
sweet, not unpleasant, as some were. As he replaced the pen on the table,
leaning forward slightly, he felt his cock sliding into Sue’s bowels. He pushed
forward, letting his cock disappear all the way into her. He felt his pubic
hair grind into her buttocks. Now at full depth, he paused, just to feel the
sensations of his cock being deep inside this preteen child.
After a full minute, he pulled back, almost coming out of her, and
pressed forward again. He reached down and under her, pushing his middle finger
into her cleft, the tip sinking into her vaginal entry. Having been aroused all
day and experienced such encouraging progress with the girls, he knew he would
cum very quickly. He decided he didn’t need to prolong this fuck, as he already
knew tomorrow would surely hold ever more pleasure for his needful cock.
Feeling the tell tale signs in his prostate, while his balls tightened
up for a big one. He thrust in one last time, before pulling out of her,
letting his crown rest in the valley of her bum, just as the first explosion of
semen shot across her naked back. Again he spurted, watching semen soak into
her hair, then pool in the dip of the small of her back. Strings
of cum squirting across the flawless skin of her back. At last, he
stopped, but he remained still, as the last dry pulses diminished, the only
movement now the rising and falling of his chest, as he caught his breath.
A few minutes later, he was wiping her down, using a wet flannel and towel he’d brought
with him in the bag. His well practiced hands soon had their knickers back on
and pyjamas pulled into place. He laid them in the same positions as they were
in when he arrived. Glancing at his watch, he saw he’d been here two hours. Time to go. He dressed, then checked and double checked
everything was as he’d found them, turned the light out and headed home for
bed. As he moved to the door, he heard a little burp sound from Sue’s bed. He
turned towards her, just as the loudest, longest, wettest fart erupted from
her. He wondered if she’d shitted herself.
= 6 =
Sunday Morning Early
Clearing the air.
Mike was up and about at dawn. He knew today would be a great day, so
got dressed and set about some of his routine chores. After half an hour, he
went off for a run, returning forty minutes later. As he passed the next door house,
their front door flew open and a very flummoxed looking Rev. Phuqup staggered out, passing Mike, as he went to his car,
a tactful hundred yards up the road.
Mike was unable to contain himself, as he called: “Morning Reverend,
lovely day for sneaking out of another man’s home when he’s away.” He glanced
up and saw the girls’ mother for a fleeting moment, before she vanished behind
the twitching curtains.
The Reverend got in his car and disappeared quickly up the road. It was
Sunday, and he had services to run all day, starting in half an hour.
Mike half expected what happened twenty minutes later, when there was a
tap on his front door. The woman next door was standing there, a worried
expression on her face. Mike beckoned her in.
“Hello,” she said nervously, “I’m Margaret Henderson, I live next door.
I hope you didn’t get the wrong impression with the Reverend calling in so
early this morning.”
“Good morning Mrs. Henderson,” smiled Mike. “My name’s Mike
Margaret gulped. Her worst fears confirmed. “Well it looks as though you
caught me out,” she said quietly. “What happens now? Are you going to gossip
around the neighbourhood, tell my husband. Ruin my reputation? What?”
Mike signalled for her to sit down. She sat on the same settee that her
nearly naked daughters had been molested on by him the previous evening.
“Mrs. Henderson,” said Mike, “I think you and I could come to a little,
how should we call it arrangement. You’re not an
unattractive woman….”
“You want to have sex with me,” she gasped, “is that it?”
“No, no, not at all,” he said in a reassuring tone. “That’s the last
thing I want,” he added truthfully. “If you want me to stay silent over what
you and the Rev. Fuckup have been up to,” he watched her flinch at the way he
pronounced the name, “I want your solemn promise what I am about to say will
remain between us.” She nodded. “Say it,” he added.
“OK, I promise whatever you say now will not be repeated,” she said, “I
swear it.”
Mike, who’d heard many things in the secretive world he lived in, knew
when he heard the truth, she meant it.
“I came home from a project in
“What sort of problem?” she asked.
“You’re the problem,” he replied. “You rule them with a rod of iron, they
are frightened of you, they so want to please you and get into the county team,
but are terrified you would find out they’d been using my pool for the last
week or two.”
“They’ve done what?” she demanded in an angry voice.
“You see, there you go, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said in a
reasonable tone. “I must stress Mrs. Henderson,
they’re doing this for you. They want you to believe in them.”
She stopped mid track, bit her lower lip, before saying: “OK, I
understand, continue.”
“These girls are being coached at the leisure centre,” he went on. “They
are just two in a big crowd, and the quality of coaching is, well, mediocre. If
I can get them up to standard, They’ll get to county
team level, then receive the professional one to one coaching they need. After
that, well who knows, they could go to the top.”
“So what do I do?” She asked. “How can I help?”
“You?” he asked, “You must do nothing, absolutely nothing. If the girls
realise you know what they’re up to, they’ll shut down, stop trying. Give them
space, and I promise you they’ll make you proud. Mrs. Henderson…”
“Please call me Margaret, can I call you Mike?” she simpered. “Like I
said, how can I help?”
“Right, Margaret,” he said, “the girls must see no difference. You’ve
been out of the house a lot recently, so they tell me. Let’s be frank, you’ve
been with the Rev. Anyway, what you need to do now is let them train here. The
more time you’re away, the more swimming they’ll put in. What they want to do
is surprise you when they are invited to join the county team. Here is my phone
number,” he handed her a piece of paper with the number scrawled on it, “text
me when you’re going out and what time you’re returning. Spend as much time
with Rev. Fuckup as you like.” This time, she smiled at his comment.
“I have a couple of questions, though,” she said. “Something I thought
about just now. I pack up their swimming kit when they go to the local centre.
When they come back, I wash it and put it away. They haven’t used their
costumes for several days. What have they been wearing? And the other thing,
Mike, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s in it for you? I mean, you’re
offering to spend all this time coaching my girls. Why?”
“On the first point,” Margaret, “when I caught them, they were swimming
nude.” There was a sharp intake of breath from her. “Don’t judge them,” he
soothed, “they didn’t know they’d be caught. When I asked them why, they
explained that if they wore their suits, you’d spot it immediately and find out
what they’d been doing and stop them. No one has seen them, except me,
Margaret, so I allowed them to continue. If it’s a problem, I’ll have to go out
and buy them something to wear if it worries you. You can’t do it, they’ll
realise, you know.”
“No, it’s OK, as long as no one else sees them, and they’re comfortable
with you.”
“Usually my partner and her daughter are here. They’re away at the
moment in
“Of course,” she said, “I meant men, of course. And the other point, why
are you doing it?”
“Because I’m a pedo,” he silently thought. “Well,” he said out loud,
“this is the other part of the deal.” She looked at him with uncertainty. “Apart
from the immense personal sense of pride I would get if they made the team, my
main hobby is photography. I’m good, and I’ve won competitions with my work. I
like to photograph people, places, panoramas, seascapes, anything really, but
my favourite is studio work with models. If I coach your girls for free, in
return, I would like your permission for them to come round here, when there’s
time, perhaps in the evenings, and get them to model for me. What do you say?
Come and have a look at my studio”
He stood, and taking her hand, helped her out of the settee. They walked
into the next room, where she studied the many tripods, lights, backdrops and
other equipment. He was glad he’d put a dust sheet over the gynæcologists
inspection table after he’d photographed Sammy a few weeks back.
“Come and have a look at some of my work,” he invited. He picked a
couple of albums from a shelf and they went back into the sitting room. She
thumbed through the pictures, admiring their obvious high quality. Opening up
his laptop, he clicked a couple of icons, and brought up the set where Sue and
Elsie appear to be walking through a meadow.
“When did you take these,” she gasped. “Where is this?”
“They were taken yesterday in the studio, Margaret,” he soothed. “You
can see now what I was talking about. So is it a deal? Can I photograph them?
Do you want me to coach them?”
Her eye still lingered on the photograph of the two girls romping through
the meadow. “Can I have this?” she asked, thumbing the corner of the screen.
“Sure you can,” he said, “I’ll print them off, you can have the whole
album, but not until they’re in the county team, otherwise, they’ll know you’ve
found them out when they see the pictures.” She nodded.
“OK, Mike,” she said finally, “I think we’ve got a deal. You’ll turn a
blind eye to what I’ve been up to, you’ll coach my girls and I’ll let you take
your pictures. Is there anything I’ve missed?”
“Yeah,” he grinned, “how much do I get paid for babysitting?” She
grinned at him, and gently smacked his chest with the back of her hand. Mike
knew now he had as much time with the girls as he wanted. Not only that, but
their mother would keep out of the way and let him know when she was returning.
It couldn’t get better.
= 7 =
Sunday Morning
Serious Coaching
“I’m off to church then girls,” he heard Margaret call, as she got into
her car. “I’ll be back in time for lunch, about
Within a couple of minutes, he heard their sing song voices in the back
garden, as they walked passed the pool. They didn’t hesitate, but started to
strip off their clothing by the patio table, dropping the garments onto the two
chairs. They were about to dive into the pool, when Mike came out and greeted
them.
“Hi, girls, how are you both today?” he
enquired. “Did you manage to do your exercises like I asked you?”
“Yes,” said Elsie, “my hands are a little tired today, but I think if I
do it a few times a week, it’ll help.”
“More than you know, Elz,” he confirmed. “How about you, Sue?”
“OK, I guess, I’ve got terrible wind today. Dunno
what brought that on,” She said, a little embarrassed. “My butt’s a bit sore as
well, but not too bad. If it helps tone my muscles, then it’s worth it.”
“Great, well done,” he praised, “tonight, you can swap exercises, if you
like. Sue, is it very sore? Would you like me to find some soothing cream and
put it in for you?”
Sue’s pussy lurched at his words. This time yesterday, she’d have been
outraged at his suggestion; but today…..She’d been feeling incredibly horny
ever since she woke up first thing this morning. She couldn’t work out what had
come over her. Her pussy was tingling the whole time. It was all she could do,
not to touch herself in front of him. Even now, she wondered whether to go to
the toilet and play with herself again. Elsie had the same problem too. She’d
told Sue she’d had to use the Sharpie pen on herself. That was very unusual.
Elsie only needed to play with herself every couple of weeks. She’d done it
twice already this morning. Sue also found herself wanting Mike to look at her.
Already she was thinking of ways to display herself to him. She knew he liked
looking at her, he’d had a woody most of yesterday.
Swimming bare would help, she thought.
“Can I see how I feel after I’ve swum for a while,” she said, “I’ll let
you know.” She would have loved him to do it.
“OK,” he replied casually, knowing how the two girls should be feeling
the morning after the first dose of Golden Lotion, ”just
let me know if you’d like me to have a look at it.” Her pussy lurched again.
“Right girls, First exercise. I want you to both swim lengths, please, non stop
for twenty minutes. It isn’t a race; it doesn’t matter how many lengths you do.
Take it nice and steady, don’t tire yourselves out. It is to loosen you up,
before we go on to the next lessons. I’m going to make a start on turning the
studio into a beach for later on.” He left them to start their swim, while he
went to the garage, to get the bags of silver sand he’d put there after the
beach session with Sammy. Twenty minutes later, he was back. He was holding a
camera in one hand and a strange Perspex type box in the other.
“Time’s up, girls,” he called, “want a break for a few minutes?” Mike
sat down in a chair and concentrated on fixing his camera into the waterproof
box, made for the purpose.
“What’s that?” asked Elsie, squatting down in front of him, the water
still cascading down her body, confluencing at her
mons and running on down between her thighs. The way she was positioned, her
whole cleft opened up to his gaze. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. She caught
his stare, looked down, and instead of clamping her knees together, smiled up
at him and parted them a couple of inches more, opening her vagina entry enough
for him to see the hymen he’d tasted the night before.
It’s an underwater camera, Elsie,” he explained. “What we’re going to do
now,” he continued, “is see how you get on with breaststroke. I’m going to film
you both, then we’ll go through it together, like we
did yesterday with your freestyle, OK?” She nodded, moving her knees a little
further apart, when she saw he was looking at her again.
“You like looking at me there, don’t you?” she stated quietly, as she
got up and walked to the pool.
Mike stripped off and jumped into the pool, holding the camera. He waved
the two girls into the water, pretending not to notice they were staring at his
rigid erection.
“OK, you two, just swim up and down the pool,”
he instructed them. “Do a couple of warm-up lengths first, then
I want you to go as fast as you can. That’s when I’ll start filming you. I want
you to concentrate on your legs and arms. Really go for it. Do about six or
eight lengths. We can do more if we need to. Right, off you go”
While they did the couple of warm up lengths, he switched on the camera,
checked the settings and focus. He took a deep breath, and looking through the
viewfinder, followed their movements. But as he wasn’t wearing a mask, his
vision was blurred, they were just shapes in the
water, so he followed them up and down, surfacing for air every now and then.
He recorded them coming towards him and going away, as well as side shots as
they swam by him.
They completed the lengths, resting for a moment, clinging to the pool’s
edge. “Right, girls,” he said, “we’ll have a quick look at that, before we move
on. So we don’t wet the carpet, we’ll look at it in the changing hut.” He held
back a moment, pretending to adjust the camera as they climbed out of the pool.
He pointed the camera, zooming into their bottoms as they bent and opened in
the effort of getting out. In both cases, their peach shaped vulvas bulged out
between their thighs, their vaginas winking open and closed, several times.
As he got out, he was aware of them watching him, his cock waving back
and forth in front of them when he strolled across the patio towards them.
Inside the hut, was a long wooden bench seat, which they all sat down on, the
water flowing down them onto the wooden plank floor. He dried his hands on a
towel and opened his laptop, which he’d placed on the small table, and inserted
the SD card, which he’d taken from the camera. He clicked the start icon on the
video and sat back to watch.
The bright light was tinged with blue refracting off the surface of the
water above. In the distance, the two girls swam in unison towards the camera,
their eyes looking ahead, their pretty faces distorted with their puffed up
cheeks, as they held their breath, controlled their breathing, a slow trail of
bubbles escaping their mouths. Their hair swirling about them
in the water flow. They swept passed the camera, their beautiful bodies
now in profile to the voyeur camera, Sue’s little boobs jutting out from her
chest, her areola a darker shade of pink than her flawless skin, Elsie’s two
pin points hardened with her effort of swimming as fast as she could. Their
pubic mounds were pointing downwards, jerking forwards in the rhythm of their
strokes. As they moved forward, the camera turned behind them, their legs now
filling the screen. The motion stopped.
“Now,” said Mike, “Look at your knees, at this point, they should be
straight, but you’ve both bent them. And here,” he moved the frames forward
half a stroke, “you’ve both moved your knees downwards, look there,” he
pointed, tapping the screen. They both saw what he was getting at. “The whole
point of breaststroke is to sweep the water behind you with your arms and
squeeze it backwards between your thighs. That squeezing of the thighs is the
secret to a fast or slow swimmer. I will have to think up an exercise to help
you squeeze your thighs together.” He knew a very good exercise for doing
exactly that.
He let the film run, they moved away, turned at the end and headed back
again towards the camera. “That’s good,” he praised them, “you both turned
sooner there. See how much ground you gained, getting away quicker.” They
passed by the camera, which turned behind them, following them. He froze the
picture again, their legs were wide apart, knees bent, thighs angled down.
“This is the crux of it,” he said, pointing at the picture, “can
you see the problem?” They both glanced at him and shook their heads, looking
back to the screen again, puzzled looks on their faces.
“OK,” he said, “look at that picture again. Now imagine how your legs
are positioned. Can you see now?” Again they shook their heads. “Alright, I’ll
show you.” Mike stood and pulled two plastic stools over towards the table,
placing them three or four feet away, then turned the screen towards them.
“Come and lay down on these stools,” he commanded, “and copy the
position you’re in on the screen. You can rest your hands on the table for
support if you like.” They stood and brought their tummies down to the stools,
found the point of balance and lay on them, holding the table, before lifting
their legs up, copying the position they were in on the screen. Mike, holding
their ankles, adjusted their legs exactly.
“Now,” he said, “does that feel right? Your legs should be more like
this.” he straightened out their legs, pushing their thighs further apart. He
watched as their pussies opened. He could clearly see the arousal in both of
them, as the mucus of their excitement, flowed down their clefts towards their
clitties. “Make a mental note of that position. This is where your legs should
be immediately before you squeeze them together, pushing that water back. Now I
want to see how strong you can squeeze. Bring your legs together.” He watched
as they did this. “Good, now squeeze together. It’s a good exercise. Now relax,
open up a little, I want to know how hard you’re squeezing.”
They opened their legs a few inches. Mike clenched his fists, and placed
one against each of the pudenda, making them jump in surprise. “Now squeeze as
hard as you can.” They pressed against his fists squeezing hard. “Keep doing it
for five seconds, like yesterday’s exercise. Tonight I want you to do it 100
times, like before. You can do it to each other, OK?” They nodded. “Now squeeze
for five seconds and relax, squeeze and relax. Keep doing it.” Immediately they
repeated the exercise, again and again. Mike carefully uncurled his middle
finger, and moved his finger pads up to their engorged clitties, slowly
applying pressure, as their exercise continued. Soon, he was able to gently
massage them back and forth. He was amazed how wet they both were and how
quickly they rose in their arousal.
He felt, rather than saw, that Sue was on the
point of cuming. He pulled his finger back, leaving her right on the brink,
while Elsie rose more slowly, but surely. After a full minute, he felt her
tense, knowing she too was right on the cusp, and touched his finger against
Sue again. Within two seconds, both girls exploded into their climaxes, gasping
for air. All he could hear from them both was “Nnnnngggh,
aaaahhhhhhh, oohhhhhh, yyeeesssssss, pleeeeeease,” as
they gasped out their orgasms. “Most satisfactory,” he thought “one more step
in the road to having them.”
By this time, Mike had taken his hands away and neither girl was still
stretched out straight over the plastic stools, but were
now kneeling on the floor, bending over the stools, panting breathlessly,
muttering something he couldn’t make out. When the girls came to and looked at
him, he was leaning back against the seat cushion, his arms folded. The girls
looked at each other, then back at him, in an awkward, embarrassed way. He
smiled at them, as he asked: “Did you enjoy that swimming lesson? Well, no time
to lose, I want you to show me how you are with backstroke, now.”
The backstroke lesson went without incident, except he loved how their
mounds remained above the water, making small bow waves, moving through the
water, as they swam, wobbling from side to side with their movements. He could
have watched it all day.
“Time for a break, girls,” he called, Who’d
like to go and play sandcastles on the beach with an ice cream?”
= 8 =
Sunday later that morning.
Mike told the girls what he needed them to do. “You go into the utility
room and start the shower, I’ll just go and see if I can find another swimsuit
upstairs,” he said. “I think there’s another one on the shelf, near the shower,
which might fit Elsie. I’ll find it when I come down”
He went upstairs, hearing the water starting to run. He went into
Katrin’s room, where Alex slept (Katrin of course slept with him), and opened
her chest of drawers and soon found what he was looking for. It was her tiny
pale blue bikini, she’d worn that first day in
He walked into the utility room. The two sisters were under the water
flow, enjoying themselves. Mike pulled the white one piece costume off the
shelf, which he’d spent so much time preparing, when Sammy had worn it, and
handed the two items into the girls.
“There you are,” he smiled. “The white one should fit you Sue, at a push
and the blue one’s for you Elsie. I borrowed it from
Katrin.”
“Who is Katrin?” she asked.
“She and her mum are living with me for a while,” he answered, “until
they sort something out. They’re in
“Oh I know her,” said Sue, “She a pretty blond girl about nine? Doesn’t speak any English. I haven’t met her, but I saw her
going across the road to the new neighbours over there. They’d be about seven
and eight years old.”
“Yes,” he confirmed, “that’ll be her.”
“Yes,” she continued, “she has been over the road quite a few times to
visit them.” Mike made a mental note. A connection with his next targets had
already been established.
“Now for the beach scene,” he explained, “I want you to put the costumes
on. You’re pretending you’ve just got out of the sea after a swim. You’re all
wet with sea water, and now you’re going to play in the sand.”
He watched idly as they pulled on the costumes.
“I don’t know if I can get into this,” said Sue. Mike knew it had been
incredibly tight on Sammy, so it was going to be even tighter on Sue.
“You may be right,” Sue, he sighed, “keep trying. It won’t matter if it
looks tight. If not, we’ll have to put you into a pair of panties instead.
“This is a bit small for me too,” said Elsie, struggling to pull the
light blue thin garment over her hips, “but I think I’ll get into it.”
The girls tweaked the fabric, squatted, and wriggled about,
trying to get the most comfortable fit they could, before announcing they were
on.
“Great,” he said, “well done. I did wonder if you could do it.
Now get under the water again and make sure the costumes are nice and wet, then
come through to the studio. I think we’ll just about have enough time for the
session, before you need to get ready to go home, before your mum returns.”
Mike went into the studio and switched on the lighting and cameras and
in a moment the girls walked in. Mike almost did a double take, because of the
incredibly sexy vision which confronted him. Sue was standing in the white one
piece, which should have fitted an eight year old, so the shoulder straps
pulled it up and up, so her pussy was almost bisected by the thin material. It
was so tight on her, she displayed the most
spectacular camel toe. He nearly came on the spot. Certainly his cock was
tenting out his shorts and the already dark damp stain was growing. He then
looked at Elsie, and again his eyes nearly popped out. The tiny blue bikini
panties didn’t quite come up high enough to hide the top of her cleft. The hood
of her clit could just be seen. The top half of her mons was pushing out in
full view. When she turned, half her bum crack was in full view. Somehow, to
Mike, this was even more sexy than seeing them swimming nude.
“The buckets and spades are over there,” he pointed. “Why not just make
a few sand castles for a while. Play around however you like.”
It took a minute or two for the girls to forget the discomfort of what
they were wearing and start to play with the sand, as all children like to do.
One moment he had a bum pointing straight at the camera, the next a spread pair
of legs, showing a perfect form between them of a cleft, the shadow of a
vagina, covered in a body forming piece of thin cloth. He zoomed continuously
on their pussies and bums, their nipples and back again. As they moved, they
accentuated their sexy shapes continuously. They had built a little castle,
with a ring of small bucket shaped turrets around it’s
walls. He never noticed the construction. Finally he called time. Margaret had
sent a text saying she’d be back at
“OK, you two,” he said, “we’ll end it there. Slip off your costumes
where you are and try and shake off as much loose sand as you can. Then go
through and have a shower. Make sure you wash out all the sand. It gets
everywhere, and don’t forget to give your hair a good shampoo too. We don’t
want your mum smelling the chlorine.” They scampered off, while he switched off
the power in the studio. He took the SD card and downloaded the pictures into
his laptop and booted up the photo merge programme ready.
He walked into the utility room, just as they were stepping out of the
shower. Without them noticing, he placed his camera on the little table, facing
the chair. It was already running on video. He held out two clean towels for
them to wrap themselves in, sitting down in the chair, as he had done the previous
day. Like before, they came and stood either side of him, facing inwards. He
rubbed his hands up and down their backs, drying them off. They had hardly
dried their fronts, when they dropped their towels and sat, one on each knee.
He immediately felt the difference. Firstly, they were both damp. Not just with
water, but with slippery arousal, seeping from within them. Secondly, neither
sat still, they kept moving on him, slipping sideways, back and forth, as if
they were trying to stimulate themselves. The Golden Lotion was working
wonders, as far as Mike was concerned. He had quite a job drying their hair as
they wriggled on him.
“Have you made sure all the sand is gone?” he asked, as he put the
dryers down. “Even a little would have your mum asking questions.” They looked
doubtfully at one another and at him. “Do you want me to check, just in case?”
The girls looked at each other a silent communication and nodded. This
was the moment, when the little pretence remaining of their arousal, or his
lusting for their little bodies finally vanished.
“Who wants to go first,” he asked. “Sue you’re oldest, you first. Hop
down, Elsie, good girl. Sue turn round and face me. Sit astride my legs. Good
now shuffle towards me, then lean back, rest your
shoulders on my knees. Great. Now lift your feet up
and rest them on my shoulders. Now part your knees for me, so I can see inside
you.” He looked down and gasped, as her whole pudenda opened up as he watched.
He brought his thumbs up to her labia and prised them even further apart,
opening her even more to his gaze. Her deep cleft spread out, the pearlescent mucus of
her flowing arousal oozing from her inflamed coral, pink, red and creamy
vagina. Several specks of sand were still in there, which he pointed out to
Elsie.
“Would you like me to clean those out for you, Sue?” It was a rhetorical
question, because his finger was already scooping out the few grains left. He
wiped them away with a towel. Sue was beside herself at this point. He’d rubbed
her clitoris several times in getting the sand out, and now his finger was
inside her entry, she almost came.
“Ok, Sue, drop your feet down and sit up again. Let me check Elsie as
well. You know what to do Elsie. The little nine year old couldn’t get into
position fast enough, and soon had her feet on his shoulders, as she lay on his
legs, with her knees pushed apart as far as she could. Like her sister, several
grains of sand were stuck in the greasy, pearlescent mucus of her arousal, but
he soon had them wiped away. Like her sister, though, she was trembling with
her pent up tension, from his touch. Both girls now wondering
what to do about it.
“Are you two OK?” He asked. “You both look a little peaky to me. I think
you should come and sit on my knee for a minute, and let me cuddle you, before
you go home. Perhaps you got bit hot in the studio. We’ve got half an hour, I
think. The girls almost leapt on him, their naked bums pressed to his thighs.
Neither of them understood why they felt like this, but both being driven by some
force within them, driven by the Golden Lotion. He put one arm around each of
them, as they leaned back against him, his hands across their tummies. He
almost immediately slipped his fingers down over their firm but pliable mounds,
his middle fingers sinking into their yielding clefts. Instantly, he felt the
movement as they parted their legs a few inches, their knees nudging into each
other.
He continued the slide of his fingers downwards, finding their hot, damp
clitties swollen and engorged, poking out from their cowls, like small
erections. They jerked at his contact, every nerve in their pussies under
tension. Mike was an expert in molesting, arousing and controlling preteen
girls. He knew exactly how much he should push them now, and the answer was not
quite as far as they wanted him to do right now. So he disappointed them when
he pushed his fingers passed their clits, on downwards, feeling the dampness,
the slipperiness of their pussies against his fingers, now coated all over his
hands, so much were they leaking. He dipped into their vaginas, again making
them jerk a little to his touch, but almost immediately, they pushed back
against him. He slipped his fingers in and out of them several times, feeling
their hymens stretch to his touch each time.
They were breathing in short pants now, and Mike knew it wouldn’t be too
long. He let them rise slowly over a few minutes, while he worked at their
vaginas, selfishly enjoying the feel of them for himself. He eased off one
girl, increased the other, then vice versa, keeping them together, at the same
state of arousal. He didn’t want one cuming first. It needed to be together.
The moment arrived, and he knew the instant when to start strumming their
clitties quickly and firmly, bringing them to a new peak in a few moments. What
happened next was little short of spectacular. Both girls erupted. Their legs
kicked out in the air, far apart, as they jerked repeatedly, responding to the
cramps of their overwhelming orgasms, in sensations of wonder, beyond their experience,
tensing and releasing their muscles in a climax of such pleasure as they’d
never imagined in their short lives before. On and on their orgasms continued.
Sue squirted cum juice out onto the floor, Elsie
released a little urine, which ran down Mike’s leg in a warm trickle. So pent
up had they become since the lotion had gone into them last night, and their
continued inability to relieve themselves since, while in the pool, that it was
released in one very long very exhausting discharge of emotion and ultimate
muscular pleasure.
Mike knew a lot about little girls and their bodies. He knew they were
capable of the full scope and range of pleasures of sex, if given to them in
the right way. Children are easily worried. He knew never to push them, always
have them wanting, even demanding more. It always paid dividends.
Mike could feel the pulsing of their climaxes against his finger tips,
against the sides of his hands, even through his thighs, as they lay on him.
Finally they slowed and stopped, remaining still but for the rising and falling
of their chests, as they each tried to catch their breath.
“Well girls, that was nice, wasn’t it?” said
Mike, breaking the silence, trying to make light of what had just happened.
“Perhaps we should include that in the programme for your swimming. Well, I
suppose I had better clean you both up. We don’t want your mum to smell you as
you are. She might have something to say about it.”
The girls giggled with an embarrassed sound,
knowing that what they’d done wouldn’t have been approved of by their mother,
even if hell froze over. But both girls already knew it wouldn’t be the last time, and already hoped it would be repeated very soon. They
seemed to enjoy without comment when he brought a warm wet flannel and cleaned
up their pussies carefully, wiping away their excretions. “But why,” they both
thought, “do I feel so horny today?”
They were soon dressed and ready. Mike watched as they climbed over the
fence at the bottom of the garden, returning home. They’d return in about an
hour or so. Mike went and fixed something to eat while he reviewed the photos
of the girls playing on a south sea island beach. He’d let them see them later.
Whiling away the time, he tuned into the hidden camera in the girls’
bedroom on the off chance. They’d both gone up, while they waited for Mum to
return.
“What do you think, Elz?” asked Sue, “did you
have a nice morning?”
“Wow, did I ever,” her sister replied. “I’m feeling really horny today,
and I don’t know why. Did you notice, he made us both cum, just now, and when
we did that squeezing exercise, I came then too.”
“Yeah,” said Sue, “he made it happen both times. At first I wasn’t sure,
but when we had to squeeze our legs, I felt him touch me with his finger tip.
Do you mind him touching you, Elz? If you do, I’ll
talk to him.”
“Oh, no,” came the reply, “I liked it. I hope he’ll do it some more
later, what about you?”
“Yeah, me too, me too. The only thing is Elz, we mustn’t seem too keen. He’ll think we’re sluts,
otherwise. If we play our cards right, I think Mike could teach us a lot more
than swimming.” It was music to his ears. What neither Sue nor Mike realised
was that Elsie took her sister’s comment about sluts too seriously, and that
became a problem later.
= 9 =
Sunday Afternoon
All pretence gone
The girls were chattering away when they climbed back over the fence
into Mike’s garden. They had enjoyed their morning immensely, and were looking
forward to whatever he had planned for the afternoon. Both kept thinking they needed
to relieve that itch deep inside them, that just
wouldn’t go away.
They told him Mum would be out now, until five, but then go out again
all evening. Mike decided they needed to put in some serious swim training. So
he told them to swim twenty lengths each in freestyle, backstroke and
breaststroke. He then told them they would do an easy workout. Afterwards, they
had to swim twenty lengths underwater. He told them he would count how many
times they came up for air. The target was to only come up ten times. Sue did
it in fifteen, Elsie nineteen. He was making them work hard intentionally.
First he wanted them fit, and second, the Golden Lotion was working better than
usual, and he needed them to cool down a bit.
Finally, he let them play the ball game again. This time, instead of a
beach ball, they used a small, soft foam hand ball. He dived in off the side,
and took the ball off Sue, before she even knew he was there. She launched
after him, but he doubled back, swimming under her, pinching her bottom as he
passed. He surfaced as she and Elsie launched their next attack, taking the
ball by Sue coming at him in front, Elsie from behind. And so the game
continued. This was very tiring for the girls, who couldn’t touch the bottom
and rest most of the time, as he kept the play in the deep end. They would be
very fit after a few days of this.
At last, he had the ball, and the girls both grabbed him, Sue in front
of him, Elsie behind and hung on to him around his neck. They gripped him
around his waist with their legs, hanging on tight. He walked them towards the
shallow end of the pool. Elsie grabbed the ball, and swam off with it, but Sue
hung on. As he rose in the shallows, she slipped down him, and almost
immediately felt his hard, erect cock press into her pudendum. She moved her
bum back a fraction and forward, feeling his crown press now into the entry to
her vagina. Their eyes locked, neither sure what to do. Suddenly the ball hit
Mike on the side of the head, breaking the spell, sending him after the ball,
before Elsie got there.
Sue remained standing in the shallows, watching Mike. A
new rea
They had been in the pool over two hours. Mike felt he had worked them
hard enough for one day. “OK,” he said, at last, “time to get out now. You’ve
both worked really hard and I am very pleased with you. Shall we go inside for
an ice cream? I’ll show you the results of the last photo shoot we did. I think
they came out really well.”
The girls had a quick shower after Mike, and as they stepped out, walked
over to him to have their backs dried. He quickly rubbed them down, and dried
their hair, enjoying their, now regular, sitting of their pussies on his knees.
He stood, saying he would go and plug in his laptop, and they could come
through when they were ready. They watched as he walked to the door, clad in
his towel, turned, and tossed it onto the chair. The girls glanced at one
another. They had seen him naked in the pool, but this was the first time,
other than in the shower, he’d been naked in the house. After Mike left, Sue
had a quick word with Elsie, and explained what she wanted. “I dunno, Sooz,” murmured Elsie.
“What would Mum say?”
“I think you already know the answer to that one Elz,
but it’s something I have to do. Maybe not today or even
tomorrow, but soon. I can’t stand this feeling I keep getting, you know,
down there. But I need you to go along with it too. Would you?” She saw the
doubt in Elsie’s face. “Think about it, please Elsie?”
“OK, I’ll think about it, but like you said before, we mustn’t seem like
sluts.” They went out to join Mike in the sitting room. He was sitting in the
middle of the settee, the computer on his lap, hiding his nakedness.
“Right,” he said, brightly, “firstly, here are the pictures of you on
the beach.”
Immediately the first photo appeared, the girls both took a sharp intake
of breath, because there they were, in swimsuits that
were so revealing, it would have been less erotic if they had been naked. Sue
in the white one-piece looked as though she was wearing cling film, which apart
from being almost transparent, stuck to her form as though she had been painted
with it, rather than wearing it. But the costume split her labia, forcing them outwards, bulging under the pressure. Elsie’s pussy and
bum were both visible, because the tiny blue panties only came half way up her
mons and bottom. But even the hidden part showed off the deepest sexiest camel
toe possible.
Apart from the odd photo, which displayed the whole scene with the
sandcastle and it’s builders, every picture seemed to
be a close up of the girls pussies, boobs and bums.
“I don’t think we should show these to my mum,” quipped Elsie, with a
grin, “She might get the wrong idea”
“She might get the right idea, you mean” responded Sue with a laugh.
“Do you mind if I ask you a question, Mike?” said Elsie with an open
faced expression.
“Not at all,” Mike retorted. “Fire away.”
“Are you a peedeyfile?” she asked. “You know,
one of those men who likes little girls more than
someone older.” Mike blinked at her directness
“Have I ever done something you don’t like, or not want me to do?” he
asked.
“No, of course not,” she replied quickly. “You’ve only done things I
like.”
“So you didn’t mind when I touched you before and made you feel nice?”
he asked.
“Of course not…..” she started.
“Or let you slide your self up and down my knee because your pussy felt
itchy when I dried your hair.”
“No, I……..” she tried again.
“Or let you touch my cock when we were in the pool, playing ball, and
you didn’t think I felt it.”
“No, that’s not what I wanted to say,” she protested.
“OK,” he offered, “what did you want to say?”
“Well Mum says peedeyfiles are dangerous and
should be locked up,” she stated.
“And what do you think,” he asked reasonably,
“now that you know me? Have I done anything to frighten you? Or, forced you? Or
made you do something you didn’t want to?”
“No, I suppose not,” she said.
“Can I ask you something, Mike?” asked Sue.
“Sure, poppet, what is it?” he asked.
“Do you want to do stuff to us,” she stated, “you know, make out and,
you know, do stuff?”
“Would you want me to, Sue?” he asked, already knowing she was desperate
to do exactly that.
“Maybe,” she said in as innocent a tone as she could muster, “it
depends, I suppose. I just wondered, that’s all.”
Mike let the conversation drop there, knowing more would be said in
time. He also knew that unless Elsie came round, Sue might hold out, despite
how horny he knew she felt. He also knew there were two more applications of
the Golden Lotion to go yet. Time was on his side.
“What would you two like to do now?” he asked, changing the subject.
“Your mum won’t be home for another hour and a half. You can go back in the
pool, do some modelling for me, order in some pizza and watch a movie, or go
home early.”
Elsie surprised him, though when she said: “Could you show us all the
naughty pictures you’ve taken of us since yesterday, Mike. I’d like to see
those. Can we have some more ice cream, while we watch them?” The girls
scampered off into the kitchen to get another tub of strawberry Häagen-Dazs ice cream, while he clicked the mouse a couple
times, selecting the files to show. They included the hidden camera shots when
they were punished yesterday, looking up through the paving slabs, and their
workout. Some close up underwater photographs, and finally, the set, when they
sat on his knee in the utility room, as he masturbated them, and their
subsequent spectacular orgasms. As they came and sat down either side of him,
he clicked slideshow, and let the show run. He put the laptop on the coffee
table and leaned back. Both girls were almost as aware of his huge erection, as
they were of the salacious scenes flashing up on the screen.
It was Elsie, who again surprised him, when she cuddled into his side,
her hands around his waist, before she said, “I do like you, Mike. Please don’t
stop what you’ve been doing to us, I like it really. I just don’t know how far
I want it to go….yet.” What he didn’t know was the short but frank words Sue
had said to her, when they went into the kitchen. He felt the tension go out of
her, as he put his arm around her like he’d done before. Sue also cuddled into
him, when she felt his strong arm encircle her once more. She didn’t know how
much longer she could hold out. She was really cross when Elsie started asking
those questions. For a moment, she thought Mike was going to ask them to go
home. She’d had to speak to Elz in the kitchen, quite
firmly.
It was Elsie, who once more surprised Mike, while the slideshow continued.
She’d been clasping his hand with both of hers, as it rested on her naked
tummy. Casually, she pushed his hand down over her mound, moved her knees
apart, and pressed his fingers into her pussy. Sue had seen the movement, and
smiled to herself. Elsie had finally got the message. She too pushed her hands
down, taking his with them, opening herself to his searching fingers, pressing
him to her, her arousal becoming almost more than she could cope with.
The sensational photographs, the Golden Lotion and Mike’s now gentle,
almost featherlike, caressing of their clitties took Sue to a new level. She
finally couldn’t control herself, any further. The Rubicon was crossed. Without
turning her head away from the screen, she reached across, and grasped Mike’s
cock. Her palm and fingers fully enclosed his crown, gripping him surprisingly
hard.
He turned to look at her. Seeing him move, she faced him, looking into
his eyes, a half smile appearing on her beautiful face, framed with her long
blond hair. He leaned forward and kissed her on her forehead. She beamed at him, her skin seeming to
burn where they’d touched.
They all settled back to watch the photo sets and video clips. Mike
gently masturbated the two little girls, being careful not to be too vigorous,
or make them cum too soon. Despite this, he felt Sue pulse on his finger
several times, as she gently climaxed in a petite release of her pent up
desire. Elsie seemed, unaware of her sister’s condition, in a world of her own
ecstasy, as her arousal grew higher and higher. She realised she’d been silly
earlier, upset Mike and annoyed Sue. She would apologise to Sue later, and show
Mike how she really felt about it. She hadn’t meant her words to sound so
harsh, but as this very intelligent child knew, once said, words cannot be
unsaid. Yes, of course he was a pedo, she’d realised that nearly from the
start, the way he’d looked at her, but with the way
she felt inside, it suited her well enough. She knew he wanted to fuck them
both, but she wasn’t sure about that yet. In the meantime, she would take
whatever pleasure he would give her.
Mike’s relationship with the two little children had evolved as the day
had progressed and the Golden Lotion had slowly taken effect inside them. It
was more overt now, and there was little pretence in what he was doing and
where it would probably lead.
The pictures on the big screen had now changed to the sequence from the
day before, when they were being punished. The two cameras pointing up from
beneath the flag stones, as the girls had exercised above, had produced some of
the most erotic hidden camera photos possible. When the full screen shots of
their pussies opening and closing came up, Mike felt both girls move against
his fingers, trying to increase the pressure and pleasure they got.
They started to breath in shorter pants now, like they’d been running.
Suddenly, Mike felt a second hand grab the shaft of his cock beneath Sue’s
fist, still grasping his crown. All pretence from the little girl abandoned. It
was only a few seconds later that he felt them tense up. He’d felt it a
thousand times before in hundreds of girls, and in moments, they fell into
their orgasmic climaxes, their calls of ecstasy and moans of desire and gasps
for air mingling together. Without even knowing they did it, the girls,
grasping his cock tightly in their fists, moved their hands up and down him,
making Mike cum at that moment too. Sue’s hand was covering his crown, and as
he exploded into her palm, all his semen was contained, as he pulsed and pulsed his blissful ecstasy. Both girls knew what was
happening, as they felt his cock swell massively every couple of seconds in
their hands, both now feeling his semen running between their fingers, in it’s
warm, wet, slippery, lubricious journey down his cock, which they had suddenly
both come to desire. It was very carnal, very animalistic. This was not
passionate, but very much licentious. Each of them taking
their pleasure in their own self gratification.
Calm slowly came upon them, as their pulses slowed below one hundred.
This time, however, there wasn’t any embarrassment, no uncomfortable looks. The
girls knew something special had just occurred. Mike had cum all over their
hands as they themselves had cum in the most intense orgasm of their short
lives. Sue was the first to move, and brought her hand in front of her face to
study it. She carefully smelled it and rubbed her fingers together, feeling it’s texture. But what stunned Mike was when she tentatively
stuck her tongue out, and tasted it. He held his breath, waiting to see her
reaction. She smiled up at him, before licking it again, savouring it,
pondering. She stunned him
again, when she then put her fingers into her mouth one at a
time, and sucked them clean.
Elsie, watched, fascinated, as her sister made a noisy meal of Mike’s
semen, as she slurped away at her hand. Eventually, Sue turned to Elsie,
pointing at her semen covered hand and asked: “If you don’t want that, I’ll
have it,” as if she was talking about the last slice of delicious pie at a
family meal.
“No,” replied Elsie, “as you obviously enjoy the taste, I thought I
might give it a try.” Like Sue, at first, she dabbed her tongue into the
glutinous pool in the palm of her hand. She looked blank for a moment, before
doing it again, as if unsure and then brought her palm to her open mouth and
sucked the semen in. Mike could see, as she took her hand away, a long string
of mucus stretched from her lips to her hand, now a couple of feet away. Both
girls looked at Mike’s cock at the same time, the same thought occurring. They
looked into each other’s eyes, and as if a word had been said, they both leaned
in to lick the semen from his, still, tumescent cock. In moments, they were
going at it like two starving animals fighting for the last scrap of food. But
it was Elsie who made the final play, when she opened her mouth and sucked
Mike’s crown right into her mouth. He could feel her tongue rubbing all round
his rim and underneath, as if she’d done this a hundred times before. He was
amazed..
At last, they both sat up, and leaned into his side once more, as if
nothing had happened.
“Have you heard about the new Lion King movie?” Elz,
asked Sue. “Disney have just released it. Could we
watch that when we come back after dinner, Mike?”
“Sure we can,” he said “would you like to do some more photos for me as
well?”
“OK,” said Sue, “do you want us to bring round some special things to
model for you?”
“Yes,” he said, immediately, “bring your school uniforms.”
“Why do you want us to wear those?” asked a bemused Elsie.
“I don’t,” he smirked, “I want to photograph you taking them off for me.
Would you do that?”
Sue and Elsie glanced at each other for a moment, before grinning and
nodding at him. “You’re a real perv,” said Sue, with a grin, “you know that?”
“Yes I know,” he grinned back, “we suit each other very well, don’t you
think. Anyway, it’s time you got home, your mum will
be back soon.”
= 10 =
Sunday Evening
It was
Mike had the movie set up ready to play. The girls sat down on the
settee, either side of him in their, now, habitual positions, cuddling into his
sides. They enjoyed the new movie, and apart from a nature break half way
through, watched it without interruption.
As the closing credits played, Mike said: “I have just realised, we have
a small problem, girls.” They both looked at him, puzzled. “The studio is still
a beach. I need to bag the sand up, before we can use it for anything else.
I’ll do it first thing in the morning. Do you want to do another beach shoot
instead? We can do the school uniform striptease tomorrow, if you like.”
They looked a little disenchanted, they’d
practiced a couple of moves, in their bedroom while they’d waited for Mum to
leave for church. Mike seeing the disappointment in their faces said: “I’ll
tell you what, after the shoot, to make up for it, I’ll let you both play with
a special surprise toy I’ve got.”
“What is it?” asked Elsie, excitedly.
“I can’t tell you,” he grinned, “it wouldn’t be a surprise then, would
it.”
“What would you like us to wear on the beach, Mike,” asked Sue. “We
already put on those uncomfortable swimsuits you had. I don’t want to wear that
again.”
“Where would you like the beach to be this time?” Mike asked. “Do you
want it in
“How about a resort in the
“I know,” said Mike, “we could go to a resort I visited a couple of
years ago in
“They’re all bare,” commented Elsie. “They’re not wearing anything.”
“That’s right,” he confirmed. It’s a naturist resort. No one wears any
clothes there at all. It’s a lovely feeling of freedom. A bit
like how you feel, when you’re swimming here without a costume. You must
go and try it. Perhaps if your mum let’s you come with me, I’ll take you.” The
girls both rolled their eyes, knowing that wouldn’t happen any time soon.
“Alright,” said Sue, “we’ll dig sandcastles on the beach in the nuddy then.” Both girls giggled.
“But let’s not waste the trouble you’ve taken in putting on your
uniforms,” Mike said, with a smirk. “Why not do a dress rehearsal striptease
for me now? We’ll film the real thing tomorrow. What do you say?”
Both girls laughed at Mike’s lascivious expression, unable to conceal
his lust.
Sue looked at Elsie and taking her phone out of her pocket, pressed an
icon, bringing up a very tinny recording of the stripper music. The girls stood
side by side, and started to sway to the tempo of the music for a few seconds.
Then, they both pulled their ties up over their heads and swung them around on
the end of a finger, before sending them flying into Mike’s lap. Next, the
buttons of their blouses seemed to undo at lightning speed together, and before
Mike knew it, the garments were slipping slowly down their arms, before being
swung around their heads, also landing in Mike’s lap. They surprised him,
though, when instead of moving to the next piece of clothing, they both brought
their fingers up to their nipples, and squeezed them between their fingers and
thumbs, making them pucker up in a sexy, little girl display. Their shoes and
socks went next, the shoes almost hitting Mike’s balls, and then the buckles at
the side of their waists went, their skirts making the pile on his lap even
higher. It was just their panties now, and Mike was leaning forward in
anticipation, no pretence of what this was really all about. Finally as the
last sequence of music played, they turned their backs on him, hooked the
thumbs into the elastic waist bands, swept them down and off their feet,
bending double now, moving their feet wide apart, letting
their peach shaped pudenda peep out between their thighs. Then as the music
came to an end, they brought their fingers up and pulled their pussies wide
open, right in front of Mike’s face. It was a stunning performance, and his
applause and praise told them so.
“Well done girls,” he said warmly, “I’m looking forward to filming that
dance tomorrow. It was really sexy. Shall we go and play in the sand now.”
They walked through to the studio, where Mike’s cameras and lights, were
all ready to go. The girls suddenly stood still, arms folded, looking at him.
“What?” He asked, “Go on, out with it!”
“Didn’t you say this was a naturist resort?” asked Elsie, “Everyone goes
nude?” He nodded in reply. “Well, then, why’ve you got clothes on then?”
He laughed, as he stripped off, watched closely
by the pair of preteen imps, keen to see if he’d got another erection.
The sandcastle they’d built before was still there, so they just carried
on extending and elaborating it. Mike spent a lot of time zooming into their
bottoms, when they were bending over, with their thighs far apart. He noticed,
though, that both girls kept squatting down, to show him their open pussies, or
angled themselves so he could see into their bottoms. Nothing was hidden, and
as the nude sequences continued, they showed off their bodies, like experienced
professionals, to him. They themselves were so wet with arousal, every time
they sat on the sand, their cavities filled with it, sticking to the greasy
moisture, like iron filings to a magnet.
He had a raging, painful, woody, dripping pre-cum on the studio floor in
long strands. Every time he turned, it waved around, more web like strands
running down from it. The atmosphere was charged with sexual tension. As the
shoot came to a close, Mike thought he would push the boundaries a little
further and asked them to lie on their backs, spread their legs, and open their
pussies for him, like they’d done the previous day during the punishment. There
was only a moment hesitation, before the girls were in his favourite pose. They
all knew this very openly sexual situation they found themselves, was going to
develop further in the next day or two. And none of them regretted that
possibility.
With their sweat and arousal running between their legs, by the time the
session ended, they were covered in sand, sticking to, and into them. It was
obvious they needed a shower. Mike had said he would go and find the two
special toys, he’d promised them, while they went and had their shower. When he
returned, they were standing, wrapped in the big fluffy towels waiting for him.
He quickly rubbed them down, and dried them off.
“Come into the sitting room,” he invited, I’ll
set the photos running in the naturist resort for you. By the time he’d got it
ready, they appeared, and sat on the settee. “Right this time, girls, I want
you to lie down. Put your heads on my lap, if you like, your feet away from
me.” They were in position in moments, lying slightly on their sides, so they
could see the screen. He clicked the slideshow to start.
“Here are your presents, girls,” he explained, “because
you’ve tried so hard all day. Let me show you how they work.” He pulled a
standard vibrator from behind his back, and held it up to show them. Sue knew
what it was, although Elsie didn’t. He flicked the switch, and they could hear
a low buzzing sound. He pulled the second toy out from behind him, identical to
the first, and handed it to Sue. She switched it on, and as he placed the tip
to Elsie’s clitoris, Sue did the same to hers. Both girls tensed up instantly,
stimulated, unexpectedly, intensely. Both girls very quickly got the hang of
how to pleasure themselves with the little toys, and judging by their movements
and moans, it wouldn’t be very long, before their climaxes arrived. Even Mike
was surprised just how soon, and just how intensely. The air was filled with:
“Nnnggghhhhh, aaahhhhhhhhh,
ooohhhh, yyyeeeesssss, jeeeeeeeeeesssss, ffuuuuccccckkkkk,
there, yes there, oh
At last it was over. They had enjoyed yet another orgasm on this day of
many orgasms. They were sated, completely. They didn’t know it yet, but they
were shattered and ready to go to bed. Mike wondered if they would complete
their homework later.
“Right we need to make sure you don’t have any sand still sticking to
you inside,” I’d better check. This time there was no hesitancy, as they both,
still lying on the settee on their backs, lifted their legs up, back and
outwards, tucking their feet behind their shoulders, before pulling their
pussies open. At a glance, he could see they both had sand stuck inside them.
He grabbed a towel, before saying:
“Who’s first,” he asked the rhetorical question, as he plunged his
tongue straight into Sue’s pussy, catching her off guard, sending her
immediately into another pinnacle of pleasure. She grabbed his hair and tried
to push his face harder into her, trying to extract every ounce of gratification
she could, as he pushed his tongue again and again against her barrier, which
they both now knew would be gone this time tomorrow. He allowed her to slow,
and pulling away, looked into her. He wiped the towel into her open vagina,
clearing the last traces of evidence that she’d been playing on the naturist
beach.
Mike sat up, and looked at Elsie. She knew what was coming, what to
expect, and gave him a slight nod of acquiescence. He plunged his tongue
straight into her, as he had her sister. It took a few seconds more, but she
too quickly rose to new heights, as he rubbed his tongue back and forth across
her hymen, her clitoris, her bum hole and back again.
He especially spent time on her bum, knowing what he was going to do to her in
a few hour’s time. She too crashed into her orgasm,
moaning out her pleasure, her delectation, until, at last, she pushed his head
away, gratified, fulfilled, just the panting of her breaths breaking the
silence. Mike wiped the sand from his tongue with the towel and removed the
last traces from her cavities .
He looked at his watch and gasped. Time was short, but he needed to get
the drug into them before they left, so he sounded casual when he asked: “What
would you like to drink, chocolate, orange, semen?” They both laughed at his
silly joke and settled on chocolate. He prepared it, putting in the same dose
as the previous night.
“Don’t forget your homework,” he reminded them. “You use the squeeze
ball, tonight Sue, and you the pen and clench exercise,
“What did you think, Elz,” asked Sue. She
didn’t have to elaborate, they both knew what she was
talking about.
“God it felt nice Sooz,” came the reply, as
she wiped the Vaseline off her fingers and shoved the Sharpie pen into her
anus. “I gotta do that again.”
“Elz,” came the loaded question, Mike had been
waiting for, “if I let Mike, you know, fuck me tomorrow, would you be willing
to do it too?”
“I dunno,” replied Elsie, “as I already told
you, I like what he’s doing, but he hasn’t pushed it further. Perhaps he
doesn’t want to yet.”
“He wants to alright,” said Sue with conviction, “he just hasn’t forced
us, or pushed us against our will. So what do you think?”
“I’ll see how I feel tomorrow or Tuesday. But Sooz,
you do it tomorrow, if you want to, I won’t mind, or say anything.” There was
silence, while the girls did their exercises. Eventually, Elsie called out, “I
got a problem here Sooz. I can’t get the pen out.
Could you have a look for me?”
Sue leaned over her sister, pulling her bottom open as far as she could.
“I can just see the end of it, Elz. Looks like you
pushed it further when you went to pull it out. I’ll try………..no, it’s no good,
I can’t get a grip on it, I’m just pushing it in
further still.”
“What will I do?” asked Elsie plaintively.
“I know,” said Sue, “take one of those laxative tablets Mum gives us
when we can’t go. It will work by the morning and make you go about the time we
wake up. That’ll push it out alright.”
“Oh, OK, that’s a good idea, Sooz, you’re a
great sister,” said Elsie, as she went to the bathroom to find the tablets.
Margaret had texted to say she would be back at
“Hello, Margaret,” he greeted her. “Would you like a nightcap? I’m just
about to have one myself.”
She nodded and sat down on the settee. Mike hoped all the semen, pre-cum
and little girl arousal juices had been cleaned off, and that the room didn’t
still smell as if an orgy had taken place in here, half an hour ago with her
two naked daughters.
She accepted the gin and tonic he handed her. The little pill in it
wouldn’t kick in until about the same time as the girls’ ones.
“So to what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked.
“I just came round to say thank you for being discreet. You know what
I’m talking about,” she said, looking him in the eye, taking a sip of her gin.
“He’s a very special man, you know, the reverend,” she said, trying to
convince herself almost as much as him. “You see, I’m
a sinner, and he knows how to purge sin from people like me.”
“I understand exactly what you mean,” he replied, remembering the
beating the Reverend had given her.
“You do?” she asked, “that’s wonderful. You see, I know I’m a very
naughty girl, and the Reverend punishes me when I need it. But, I was wondering
if you would be willing to help me. I like being punished, err I mean I need to
be punished when I have sinned.”
Mike decided this conversation had gone on long enough. He’d seen how
she liked to be punished. Neither she, nor that type of BDSM was up his street
at all. He knew people looked on pedos with despair
and harsh judgement at their desires towards little girls, but in his book, it
was nowhere nearly as perverted as what he’d seen her doing with the Rev
Fuckup, the previous night.
“Let me think on it, Margaret. Remember Alex is my partner, and I expect
she’ll be home any day now.”
“Oh,” was her disappointed response, “OK give it some thought. You know
where I am if you change your mind.”
They went on to talk about the swimming lessons and how they were
progressing. When he looked at his watch, meaningfully, an hour had passed. She
took the hint, and soon headed home and to bed.
= 11 =
Early hours, Monday
Mike entered the house a little after
Closing her door and entering the girls’ room, he listened a moment. He
then made sure the curtains were shut fully and lifting the corner of their
bedding, like the night before, pinched their heels, making sure they were out
cold. He then switched on the light and stripped off his clothing. He opened
the zip on his bag, and pulled out the various items he needed, laying them on
the bedside table, between the girls. Next, he removed and rolled up the duvets
covering the girls, placing them on the chair, again noting which was which.
Turning back to them, he realised, unlike last night, neither was wearing any
pyjamas, only panties. But not only that, the panties they both wore were tiny
threadbare ones, ready for the bin. They seemed to accentuate the otherwise
naked girls, rather than cover them. Their mother obviously economised when it
came to her daughters’ nightwear. He ran his fingers over each girls’ mounds, feeling the thin cotton press into their
clefts, enjoying their shape. Just so erotic.
He stood and gripping Sue’s waistband, pulled
them down under her bum and legs. Like last night, he then took hold of her
ankles, and spread her legs apart, until her knees were hanging over the edge
of the bed. She was in a one hundred and eighty degree splits. Crawling onto
the bed, on his front, he worked his way up to her, on his elbows, until his
face was just an inch away from her pussy. He leaned in, his nose just touching
her cleft, and inhaled, long and slow. He repeated it, and again, savouring her
wonderful little girl musk, her unique preteen odour, which was lost after
puberty. He pulled her vagina carefully open with his thumbs, watching as she
peeled apart, her mucus, from her earlier arousal still thick inside her,
strands of which stretched across her widening gap, as he pulled her open as
far as possible.
Her taste, as he got his tongue right into her, was utterly exquisite.
It compared with nothing else on earth. When he savoured all little girls’
flavour, he simply could not understand why every single man in the world
wasn’t a pedo. Perhaps they were, and good at hiding it. More likely, they’d
simply never had the opportunity. He was glad he’d shoved a small hand towel
under him, as he lay on the bed, because his cock was flooding pre-cum now.
Tonight, though, was Elsie’s night, so after five minutes of oral
molestation of the beautiful Sue’s cunt, he got off the bed, and stood over her
sister, looking down and admiring her. Last night, he’d buggered Sue, by
getting her in a crouched kneeling position. Tonight, he had other ideas for
Elsie. It was a bit of a trick, though, but he was in no hurry. And sometimes
he found the more trouble he went to, the better the results. In his pack, were
some very long webbing straps with loops at one end. He pulled out a couple and
taking one, looped the end over one of her feet. He did the same with the
second strap on her other foot. He then passed both the ends, from each side,
under the bed and passed the loose ends up and across her naked body. Next, he
got onto the bed lifted her legs up and back, bending them further and further
away, until her knees touched her pillow, either side of her head. He then took the slack in on the straps, and
tied the ends off on her legs, just above the knee. The strap fixed to her left
foot was thus tied to her right knee and the right leg to her left. So as he tightened up each strap, it pulled her feet and legs
further and further outwards and upwards.
By the time he’d adjusted the tension a few times, she was trussed up like
a turkey. Her knees were a foot away, either side of her ears, her lower back
curved upwards, so her bottom stuck pointing up into the air. Her pudendum was
parted so far, there was almost no cleft remaining, of her bottom or pussy. Her
vagina was a gaping hole, her hymen stretched wide, it’s
membrane tight, pale in colour under the tension, the little hole near it’s
centre also pulled open. Had she been awake, it would certainly have been in a
very uncomfortable position.
Mike looked down at the child, so young, so small, so vulnerable, so
beautiful, so very fuckable.
She was ready. Mike, though had one more duty to perform, before he enjoyed
himself. The Golden Lotion needed applying.
He climbed off the bed, and pulled the polythene bag out of the pack. He
lifted out the plastic tube, dropper bottle and a clean long cotton bud,
together with a tube of KY Jelly. He moved over to Sue, and found the hole in
her hymen had dilated considerably since he’d spread her out, and although he
smeared some KY on the leading few inches of the tube, he found it slid into
her with no resistance at all, feeling it bump into her end, about five inches
in. He then dipped the cotton bud in the Lotion, and pushed it into the tube,
further and further. He knew he’d got her G spot, when she lurched upwards, her
bottom lifting off the bed a good inch or two. He rolled the cotton bud around,
ensuring she had a good coating. He knew, in her case, it had worked very
quickly. She might not need all three doses if she carried on like she had
today. Elsie on the other hand had strongly resisted the urges the Lotion had
inflicted on her. Mike had seen it before with other girls. Sometimes they
needed four doses. It had never failed yet, in the end.
Pulling the tube from her, he moved back to Elsie. He sat and admired
her body and the position she was bound up in, before pushing the tube in
through the little hole in her hymen. Again, like with Sue, it slipped in
easily, bumping into her end at last. Taking the cotton bud, he dipped the dry
end into the fluid and pushed it down the tube, again seeing her jerk, as it
hit the sensitive spot on her cervix. To make sure, though, he pulled it out,
dipped it in the Lotion again and then back into her. He pulled the plastic
tube out a fraction, then pushed the cotton bud in further, feeling it nudge
into her softness, and rolled it around, swivelling the angle of the tube at
the same time, thus ensuring she had a thick and generous coating all over
where she needed it most. Job done, he put his items back in the polybags and
into the pack. Reaching into the pack, he pulled out a pair of medical forceps,
and dropped them onto the bed beneath Elsie’s bottom.
Time for action. He got onto the bed, and knelt
down, his knees either side of her hips, his cock almost under the small of her
back. He looked down at her bum, and prised her anus apart. Being in the
position she was, she was almost fully dilated anyway. He squinted into her,
and could just see the end of the Sharpie pen, a good inch inside her. He
picked up the forceps, and pushed them carefully into her, until he felt them
bump into the pen. He then opened them up, pushing in further at the same time.
He could now see the pen more clearly. The tips of the forceps went in about
another inch, before he stopped. He then put his fingers into the holes and
squeezed the forceps, feeling them grip the pen, before pulling it slowly and
carefully. As it cleared her anus, he took hold of it with his fingers, and
pulled it out. He held it up for inspection, looking at the brown greasy marks
along it’s length, the warmth of it, the gorgeous
smell, as he brought it to his nose, relishing her tart odour. He placed the
pen on the bedside table, and dropped the forceps back into his bag. He pushed
his middle finger into her rectum, judging her dilation and lubrication. She
was still coated in the Vaseline, but needed a little extra. He picked up the
KY Jelly, unscrewed the lid, popped it into her and squeezed. Putting the lid
back on, he tossed it into his bag. He was ready.
His cock couldn’t have been harder, as he leaned in and bent it to her
tiny, but dilated asterisk shaped anus. He pressed into her, amazed when his
crown popped straight in. She’d been loosened up well by the pen, it would
seem. Mike simply kept the pressure up and watched, transfixed, as his cock
sank deeper and deeper into the child. She was much tighter than her sister had
been. Fuck, she was tight. He loved ‘em tight. He hit
bottom, literally. Pausing a moment, savouring the exquisite feel of his cock
being squeezed seven and a half inches up the rectum of this beautiful blond
nine year old.
Mike pulled back a couple of inches, and pushed in once more, and back
out, five inches, this time, and in again, building pace and scope. God how he loved buggering little girls. They were so tight,
so soft, just perfect. He upped his pace more, really
getting into this. She had resisted him, and he wanted to rape her pretty bum,
before she offered herself willingly, as he knew she soon would. His crown was
now popping out of her each time, before he slammed back into her, smacking
loudly against her bottom. By now, his hips were swinging back and forth fast,
his cock so hard, pistoning in and out of her, his balls swinging back and
forth, slapping against her lower back. But he soon felt the signs in his
prostate, and sure enough, he knew it would be a biggy,
as he felt the pressure charge up his shaft and into her. He held himself
pressed as deep into her as possible, as he blasted again and again into her
bowels. He finally stopped, his semen still spurting into her in small
diminishing pulses, until his dry pulses at last ended. Still he remained
pressed hard to her, enjoying her warmth, softness, and her vulnerability,
which he’d abused.
As soon as he finally pulled out of her, she let out a long, loud, wet
fart, as her bowels partly deflated, from the pumping he’d given her. He took
his small towel, and wiped her up, although there wasn’t a lot to clean. His
semen was still far inside her. He grabbed the Sharpie pen, and pushed it back
into her rectum, but leaving just enough for her to be able to grip in the
morning. He quickly released the bindings holding her legs in such a widely
spread position. Getting off the bed, becoming business like, he slipped their
panties back on, lay them in the positions he’d found them in, and replaced the
duvets. As he always did, he dressed again in his black cat suit and mask, just
in case, and making sure everything was as it should be, left the house.
= 12 =
Monday Morning
Trouble Looms & Sue Succumbs
The following morning, Mike took his morning run, just after dawn, then bagged the silver sand, taking it back to the garage,
and tidied up the studio. Next he checked the gynæcologists
inspection table, and moved it away from the wall. He found a small cushion for
the table and placed it at the head end. He then went outside and cleaned the
pool, nipped to the local 24/7 supermarket for supplies and had breakfast by
the pool by
It was only a matter of minutes later that he heard the chit chat of
their voices, as they walked down their garden. They soon appeared at his
fence, and hopped over.
“Hi, Mike,” they said in unison. Clearly they were both in very good
moods. “How are you today?”
“I’m very well, thank you, and looking forward to whatever you two are
going to do for me today.” The innuendo wasn’t missed by the two preteens, who
grinned. ”And, how are you both? You up for the challenges of
the day, Sue? Your bum not too sore Elsie?” She winced at the reminder.
First thing this morning, she’d had to dash for the loo. She’d pulled the Sharpie
out as she sat, just in time, as the laxative took violent affect. She sat
there idly for several minutes, as her bowels had emptied. She’d looked down at
the pen, turning it in her hand, wondering why it was all slippery and dripping
with white gooey stuff. It vaguely reminded her of semen, which she’d only seen
for the first time the previous day.
“This morning girls,” he said, “I want you to do twenty lengths to warm
up first, then we’ll do a short workout, before you do some training lengths
for me, including some underwater. After that we’ll play a ball game, then have a break. OK?” The girls were already undressing as
he spoke. Elsie was one side of the glass topped table, Sue the other. They
were almost naked, now. Mike was standing behind Elsie, as she bent to undo her
shoes. He was just admiring her bum, as she suddenly farted loudly. Even from
here, Mike could see her orifice vibrate with the trumpet sound.
She jumped up, blushing at him, her hand on her mouth. “Sorry,” she
said, “it’s been happening all morning. Dunno what’s
caused it.”
Mike grinned, “It’s OK, Elz, you nearly got me in the eye.” They all laughed. “I’m going
to film you again, when you do your lengths,” he stated. “I want to see how
you’ve improved over the last couple of days.” The work of the day started in
earnest.
They were just starting on the warm-up lengths, when Mike’s phone rang.
Call identity: ‘Harry’. “Hi Harry, what’s up?” Mike enquired. Harry never made
social calls in work hours.
“We may have a problem with Bollockov,” Harry responded. “We had him
covered. He and his two goons were prowling around following Alex’s trail. They
must have had inside information, again, Mike, because we had to pull them out
of the new safe house yesterday morning. It’s the first time the place has been
used. I had to put them up at my place last night. Katrin slept well though,
you’ll be glad to know.” Mike and Harry were old friends, having shared a flat
together, in which Harry still lived. They also shared an interest in young girls.
Knowing the service’s phone calls were all monitored and recorded, they had a
code between them for certain messages. Harry had just told Mike he’d fucked
Katrin last night. Mike was a little surprised though, because Harry’s tastes
were usually for much younger girls. He was into toddlers especially, certainly
nothing over six. “Anyway,” he continued, ”they can’t
stay here, Mike. Alex’s debrief is more or less done, now. It’s too dangerous
for them to stay. They’ll have to come to you later today. Hide them where no
one knows. There’s definitely a leak somewhere, Mike. I’ll tell Eagle Eyed
Industries you’re on special assignment for us.” Mike was alarmed, because the
only person who knew all the details, other than
himself, was Harry. Someone either had access to his laptop, which he knew
didn’t contain all the information, or there was a leak from Harry’s office.
“Put ‘em on a train tonight, Harry. I’ll send
you details by Whatsapp. At least that’s encrypted.”
The call ended. Mike cradled the phone for a few moments, while he pondered
over what Harry had said. He clicked on the icon, brought up the train
timetable and selected a suitable train time. He messaged Harry, with the
details. Harry acknowledged in seconds.
“How you getting on girls?” he asked brightly, his mind, though, still
churning over the events in
They all got out and sat on the wooden bench seat inside the hut. Mike
placed the laptop on the small table, inserted the SD card and they watched the
recording. “There, look see,” he pointed at Sue’s bum dimple. You’ve cracked
it. Well done. And here, Elsie, you’re reaching much better, excellent.” They
moved on into the breaststroke recording. “Again, well done both of you,” he
praised. “You have really straightened those legs Elsie. You can always tell
when it’s being done right.”
“How can you tell, Mike?” asked Elsie innocently.
“Your pussy opens and closes much more than before.”
There was a second or two’s pause, before they all burst out laughing.
Elsie sat there, laughing with the others. She had woken this morning
with two strong feelings burning within her. Firstly her bum was burning, like
she’d eaten a really, really hot chilli the night before. It was on fire. She
was puzzled how the Sharpie pen, which she’d pushed too far in to pull out last
night, was almost half out of her, this morning. How had that happened?
Secondly, her pussy was burning. She was so aroused, she could hardly
stand up. As soon as she’d woken, she’d had to masturbate vigorously. When
she’d finished, she already wanted to do it again. As they sat on the bench,
she couldn’t help herself from staring at Mike’s cock. It had taken an attractiveness on, which she’d never noticed the day
before, or at least, not to such an extent. She was glad they were all wet from
the pool, because she could feel the damp flowing out of her pussy. Sue had
already told her, when she too was playing with herself, first thing, she
intended to make a move on Mike. The way Elsie felt now, she might well do the
same. What on earth had come over her or even cum over her?
“Your swimming has improved remarkably, girls,” Mike said truthfully.
“You’ve both improved on the little errors you were making, and I am certain
your speeds will have increased the next time your coach does a time trial with
you. When is that, by-the-way?”
“Either tomorrow, or the day after. They said they’d let me
know,” answered Sue. “I feel really fit, now, and want to stay on peak form
‘till then. Can we carry on coming round to practice in the pool, Mike,” she
asked.
“Of course,” he said. “I might need to advise you on little techniques,
or video you underwater. You might also need a muscle toning massage from time
to time.”
“What’s that, Mike?” asked Elsie. She was wriggling a little on the seat
now; that itch inside driving her to distraction. It was all she could do to
keep her fingers away. “I’ve never heard of that before.”
“Oh yes,” he answered. “Every professional athlete has regular massages.
It tones their muscles. Really helps their performance. You should try it.
You’ve probably heard of physiotherapists. Athletes work with them all the
time.”
“Do you know how to do it, Mike?” asked Sue, realising it may be a way
of getting his hands on her body once more.
“Sure,” he said, “I can do the basic stuff. Perhaps we should always
start the day with one. It unwinds all the knots in your muscles, and prepares
you for your exercises. If you like, I’ll give each of you a massage, while the
other does their workout.”
The girls grinned at each other. They’d both been having the same
thoughts, and looked forward to what was to follow.
He closed up the laptop, stood and said: “Well, no time like the
present. Let’s go inside. I have a couch in the studio, which would work
perfectly for this.” They trooped inside. “I’ll be with you in a moment,” Mike
said, heading for the bathroom upstairs. He returned seconds later, clutching a
large bottle of baby oil in his hand. The girls were waiting for him. Mike
pulled the cover off the gynæcologists inspection
table. With all the arms and attachments folded out of the way, it looked to
the girls like a padded four foot long table.
“Who’d like to go first?” he asked, knowing there’d be an argument now.
Before either could say a word, he added: “Shall I toss a coin? Sue, heads or tails?”
“Tails,” she responded.
“It’s heads. Elsie, do you want to go first or second?” By way of
answer, she hopped up onto the table. “Sue, you’ve got the rest of the studio
to yourself, you can do your workout here, or go into the sitting room if you
prefer.” She opted to stay, wanting to see what happened.
“OK, Elsie, lie down on the couch. Rest your head on the cushion.
Swimming is mainly about your limbs; strengthening them and toning them. Your
torso needs strong tummy muscles, but it’s shoulders,
arms, hips, thighs, calves and most importantly buttocks, that do the work. We
have to concentrate on those, OK?” She nodded. “Right, mostly I will be working
with you lying face down, but we’ll start with you on your back.” As she
stretched out, her thighs hung over the end of the table. Mike unclipped the
leg extensions, swung them on their hinges, extending the table well beyond her
feet. “Make yourself comfortable, Elsie. Here we go. I’ll start with your
arms.”
Mike took the oil and poured a generous amount into his palm. He lifted
her left arm and placed her hand on his shoulder, then massaged the muscles of
her forearm down to the elbow, and onwards to her shoulder, working the muscles
in a skilled thorough but rapid manipulation. He repeated with her right arm.
Next, he moved to her legs. He swung the supports for both her legs out, about
45 degrees, then taking her left leg, he manipulated
the muscles of her feet and ankles. Her calves he would do when she turned
over. Starting at her knees, he worked the muscles in the front of her thighs,
until he reached the crease line, where the delta of her pubis met her thigh.
Elsie had to keep her eyes screwed shut. The effect this was having on her was
beyond what she thought it would be like. Already, she could feel dampness
trickling down through her bum crack and onto the table. She’d already nearly
cum twice. It was only great concentration which stopped her. He moved to her
right leg and repeated the treatment.
He pushed the leg supports together again. “Would you turn over, please
Elsie,” he asked, watching the incredible flow of mucus running down, over the
table. He knew the Golden Lotion had really worked on Elsie, this time. He
could even feel her quiver, as his fingers ran over her silky soft skin. As
soon as she had rolled over, he parted the leg supports once more, and stood in
between her knees.
He kneaded her left calf methodically, slowly working up to her knee,
then moved to the other. Starting just above her knee, he pulled and pushed the
muscles of her strong left thigh, working slowly upwards. He knew she had cum,
when a little jet of juice shot out of her gaping pussy. She was trying to hide
it, control her breathing, keeping her head down, but she couldn’t hide the
opening and closing of her tiny vagina, as it moved like the mouth of a fish breathing. He pretended he’d seen nothing. His
fingers were just nudging the crease line where her bum and vulva met her
thigh, when he moved to the right leg, repeating the same.
“I’ll finish with your bum,
“Oh, oh, yes,” she stammered, “yes fine.”
Mike had been anticipating this from the start. Placing his hands on the
globes of her bum, he pushed his thumbs up from the base of her buttocks, just
outside her beautiful valley, up and outwards. As he did so, she opened up, then closed. Moving down and inwards slightly, as he pressed
and lifted upwards, her vagina opened and closed too. He worked all across her
bottom, round the side of her hips, and back inwards. He’d finished the job in
hand.
Placing his thumbs immediately either side of her pussy, he moved her
plump firm labia back and forth. “Would you like to stop now, Elsie, or would
you like me to finish you off for a few minutes?”
Elsie had lost all control of her conscious, rational thought long since
the massage had started. She’d never felt so aroused in all her life. As his
hands had moved towards her pussy, she’d cum several times. She was sure he
didn’t know, or at least she hoped so. But when he asked that last question,
her body overruled her mind, and she parted her knees a little further, and
just said: “Mmmmmm, yessss
please,”
Sue had long since stopped her workout. With what was happening on the
couch, she somehow, just could not concentrate. She was standing behind Mike,
looking over his shoulder. His thumbs were now working their way deep into
Elsie’s cleft. One moved up as the other moved down. The poor girl was so far
into her arousal, she wouldn’t have known what day of the week it was or where
she was. Mike and Sue watched as her pussy opened and closed now in big gulps.
The table top was covered in an enlarging pool of pearlescent mucus, spreading
from under her bum. Suddenly, she went rigid, her eyes opened wide, she called
out something neither of them understood, and she passed out.
“Well that’s something you don’t see every day,” quipped Mike, as he
checked her pulse and breathing. “I’d better lay her down, until she recovers.”
He picked her up, and carried her over to where he stored his rugs, and laid
her down on the pile. “She’ll be OK in a few minutes,” reassured Mike, “would
you like your massage now?”
Sue grinned and hopped up onto the table. Mike tried to be professional
for a while, and actually gave Sue the full massage she needed. However,
neither of them were fooled as to what this was really
all about. She came just as much as her sister had throughout the exercise, and
couldn’t wait for the same question he’d asked Elsie.
“Would you like to stop now, Sue, or would you like me to finish you off
for a few minutes?”
She rolled over on to her back, folded her arms behind her head, pulled
her heels up under her bottom, before parting her knees as wide as she could.
“I don’t think it’s time to finish me off,” she said in a coquettish
voice, “I think it’s time to do what you’ve been wanting
to do for the last three days. I so need this.”
Mike was slightly taken by surprise. He knew she had reacted to the
Golden Lotion more quickly than most of his girls did, but he’d expected her to
cave about this time tomorrow, after her third dose, not just yet. Having said
that, he wasn’t slow on the uptake and said his usual ‘are you absolutely sure
this is what you really want’ and ‘please don’t feel I’m forcing you into doing
this’, as he positioned himself ready to thrust into her, pulling her labia
apart with his thumbs and watching his pre-cum covered crown sink into her
equally wet recess. He never found taking a girl’s virginity in any way
repetitive. Every one excited him as much as the first one he took. Maybe more so. His crown was now pressing hard into her
hymen. He watched as it stretched under the pressure. His fingers were
strumming her clitoris, bringing her to a new high.
Sue lay there in a world as close to a fantasy as she’d ever
experienced. She watched her sister massaged and aroused and pleasured to such
a degree, she’d passed out. It had then been her turn, and she too had enjoyed
pleasure beyond anything in her experience. Her orgasms had merged one into the
other. She couldn’t understand why her body was driving her like this, how she
had allowed this man, whom she’d only known for three days, to look at her,
then touch her, then molest her and now fuck her. And, she couldn’t believe
she’d even asked him to do it. She could now feel Mike’s cock at the entry to
her eleven year old vagina, pressing to her. She could feel him stretching her
more, so good. He was playing with her clit, making
her feel even better. Then she felt herself tumbling into yet another climax
beyond her control. It was just so good.
The flashing lights dancing all around her slowly cleared, her tingling
sensations of overwhelming gratification gradually subsided. She realised he
had stopped, his rhythmic pressing easing at her entry
had ended. She then realised something else. He was inside her. At least halfway in. He’d bust her cherry and she’d not felt
a thing. Then she felt him pull back. She worried for a moment he was going to
pull out, but then he
pushed gently in again, going a tiny bit further. Again he pulled
back and then thrust deeper, faster, firmer, thicker.
She knew she was going to cum again. Whatever was the matter with her. She’d played with herself often enough over the years,
like every girl does, but she’d never cum like this, again and again, and with
such intensity. She knew this wouldn’t be the last time. She was so glad he was
her new neighbour.
Mike knew when he hit bottom, because she erupted once more into another
spectacular climax. God this girl could cum. Not many found such pleasure,
certainly not on their first time. Perhaps he’d used more Golden Lotion than he
should. Certainly he could feel a tingling sensation on the tip of his crown,
as he pushed into her G spot.
Mike took it steadily then. He wanted it to last, and she was gaining as
much pleasure as it was possible to achieve. Pounding away at her wouldn’t make
it better. Why curtail it? So he got into a nice steady pace, almost coming
out, before pushing deep, bouncing off her cervix, repeating the cycle,
enjoying hearing her grunt as he pressed to her deepest part. He just so loved
deflowering a virgin. He loved her tightness, as her hairless labia clung to
his cock as he slid in and out of her. He watched, as her clit got dragged, by
his cock, into her own vagina when he pressed in, before pulling free when he
pulled out, the lining of her cunt now almost turning inside out as it clung to
his shaft, red and pink, and coated in their slippery juices, tinged red, with
her virginal blood.
Mike loved making a really good fuck last, but twenty minutes later,
despite every technique he knew, her constant clamping on his cock took it’s
toll, and he felt the unmistakable signs that he was going to cum, as his
prostate clenched, his shaft swelled, his balls tightened, and the glorious
feel in his crown, as he blasted deep into her pussy. He spurted and spurted,
feeling his semen shoot out into her. Sue was crying
out now, whimpering almost, as he throbbed repeatedly inside her, against that
most sensitive part which until minutes ago had been so demanding for release,
dominating her mind, for the last couple of days.
Finally it ended. They both remained still, a sheen
of perspiration covering them both. Mike looked into her eyes, reading
contentment there, happiness, pleasure, knowing she would be coming back for
more before long, and knowing he would be there to give it. He slowly pulled
back, feeling his cock slide out of her, watching the pearlescent fluids of her
lubrication and his pre-cum and semen, all mixed with her virginal bleed flow
from her inflamed, gaping vagina, down through the crack of her bottom,
dripping onto the floor below. He reached for a hand towel, and pushed it
against her, this simple act waking her from her reverie.
“Is Elsie alright?” she asked, looking across at her sister, who she
hadn’t thought of this past half hour.
Mike glanced across, seeing Elsie’s naked chest rising and falling.
“She’s fine. I think she fainted, but I’ll bet she then fell asleep, after all
that exercise this morning.” He glanced at his watch. “You two will need to be
getting home before too long, your mum will be back in forty minutes. Better
have your shower and wash your hair. I’ll wake Elsie and send her through to
you. Do you feel OK, Sue, Was it good for you? Your
first time, eh?” he smiled reassuringly, as she nodded shyly at him. “Can I
tell you something, Sue,” she looked up at him wondering what he’d say. “It was
special for me too. I really, really enjoyed it. I can’t wait for us to do it
again.”
“Do you mind if I ask you something, Mike?” she asked, as she moved
towards the door.
“No, shoot,” he replied.”
“Have you fucked many little girls like me and Elsie? I mean do you
prefer us to grown-up girls?”
“Yes, Sue, I do, if I’m honest with you. I do much prefer little girls.
You feel so much nicer inside to me. I don’t see physical age as a barrier,
only what’s inside someone’s head. And in answer to your other question, yes, I
have fucked many dozens of girls, hundreds, in fact, before they grew any hair.
Does that answer your question? Does it shock you?”
“Thank you for being honest with me, Mike, no it doesn’t shock me. In
fact I found it exciting,” she said. “I’m glad you were my first. You made it
good so I will look back and remember it. Thank you. I think I had worked you
out by yesterday morning.” She moved over to him, and putting her arms around
him, cuddled into him. They stayed like that, until he lifted her to her feet,
and gently slapped her bottom, telling her to get into the shower.
Mike moved over to Elsie, and gently shook her awake. She opened her
eyes in sleepy slits, stretching and yawning. Suddenly her memory kicked in,
and she smiled brightly up at him, as she recalled what had put her to sleep.
“Hello, sleepyhead,” he smiled at her, “how do you feel?”
“I feel great,” she answered, looking around. “Where’s Sue?”
“She’s just gone for a shower. It’s time for you to go home soon,” he
said looking at his watch.
“Mike, do you mind if I ask you something?” she asked.
He grinned to himself, thinking “there’s an echo in this room.”
“No, shoot,” he replied, repeating what he’d said to Sue less than.
“Would it be alright if you could finish me off, you know,” she
hesitated, “what you were doing before?”
“You want me to make you feel good again, huh?” he asked. She nodded.
“Was it nice, Elsie?” She nodded “Say it Elsie.”
She blushed as she whispered “Yes it was nice. Do it again, would you?”
“What do you want, Elsie?” he teased. “Do you want me to massage your
legs again?” She looked bewildered. “Do you want me to touch you somewhere,
Elsie? You have to tell me what to do. Exactly what to do.”
Elsie was an intelligent girl. She knew what game he was playing. But
she was also needing to cum again. She was desperate.
So for once in her life, she was bold and said, as she looked him in the eyes:
“Put your fingers back in my pussy and make me cum again.”
He was surprised, but pleased at her boldness. “OK, but we can’t be
long, as I said. This might help.” Mike reached up to the shelf and pulled down
the vibrator, he’d last used on Sammy. “Hop back up onto the table, would you
and spread your legs for me.”
Her engorged, reddened vulva opened up, displaying her wet pearlescent mucus
seemingly filling her cleft from top to bottom. Mike touched her clit again,
making her jerk in response. She was still highly sensitive. He massaged her
for a few seconds, watching as she started to hump against his finger pad
almost immediately. Switching on the toy, he pressed it to her mons, moving it
down towards and then into her dimple. The instant it touched her clitty, she
exploded into another massive climax. Considering how little he’d done to set
her off, it was spectacular.
Elsie thought she was going to pass out again, so intense were the
feelings running through her body at that moment. She could hardly breathe. She
didn’t realise she was panting in shallow breaths. The itch deep inside her was
scratched, but demanded more, so much more. She knew she had to do more, needed
more, but she was in such a state of uncontrolled spasms, completely
overwhelming her, she couldn’t say or do anything to tell him. Her mind was
simply overloaded, and she passed out again. Mike realised he perhaps shouldn’t
have added the extra Golden Lotion last night.
Mike had seen his girls faint in the past, but with this one it was
amazing how she’d gone off like a light switch, when she reached a certain
height. He wiped her arousal off the vibrator with a towel, put it in his
pocket, and picked up the naked child. He carried her through to the utility
room, where Sue was just getting out of the shower, picking up a towel to dry
herself with. He grinned at her, saying: “She asked for a little more fun, and
passed out again. Just too good for her I guess.” Mike
stepped into the cubicle and carefully placed Elsie on the floor. As he stepped
back out, he switched the water flow on. Elsie immediately woke, when the water
splashed across her body. She sat for a moment, coming to, before standing up.
She looked out at Mike and Sue, and grinned sheepishly.
“Some people can’t take too much drink,” he quipped. “It seems, some can’t take too much sex, either.” They all laughed.
= 13 =
Monday afternoon
Meeting the train
When the girls were dressed and ready to go back over the fence, he told
them that Alex and Katrin were returning home this afternoon.
“I’m going to collect them from the station, but I will probably be out
for a couple of hours at least,” he explained. “I’m sorry,
you won’t be able to use the pool. I need to add some chemicals. I will see you
both tomorrow morning.”
“Oh, no,” squealed Elsie, “I was hoping, this afternoon, you would fu….”
She lapsed into silence, embarrassed by her outburst, realising what she’d
nearly said.
“Don’t worry Elsie,” he said reassuringly, knowing what had nearly
escaped her pretty lips, “I will make it up to you, I promise.” He reached into
his pocket and pulled out the vibrator. “Take this home with you, perhaps it
will help. Make sure your mum doesn’t see it, though.” She smiled and took it
from him, tucking it into the pocket of her skirt. They were soon away home.
Mike now had a lot to get done, before he set off to the station, and worked in
an efficient manner, organising his surveillance cameras before packing a lot
of personal items, in case they were displaced for any length of time. He
primed and placed a remote controlled device in the utility room. He hoped not
to need to use it, but it was insurance.
He drove down the road in deep thought. He’d not quite worked out who
was playing games, but he knew things didn’t add up. How had Sergei Bollockov managed to find out Alex’s moves and location. How had he tracked her so easily.
And how had he found out they’d been in
He didn’t go to the local station, as arranged, but to the next down the
line. He parked in the short term car park, then walked across to the taxi
rank, and asked the cabbie to take him to the next station down the line.
There, he went to the machine and bought a ticket for one stop. Twenty minutes
later, the train pulled in. It was a local ‘slow’ train, with just four
carriages, stopping at every station. He had waited at the end of the platform,
and got into the front carriage as it halted. Before the train moved off, he
was working his way down the aisle. He spotted them in the second carriage.
Alex was in the seat facing him, Harry was
sitting opposite her, beside the blond, nine year old Katrin. As Alex spotted
him, she was about to react, when Mike put his finger to his lips to silence
her. To hide her movement, she made some comment to Harry about the weather.
Mike held in his hand the asthma inhaler knock out dispenser, and as he got to
the back of Harry’s seat, reached around, and blasted him with a whiff of the
gas, sending him under in less than half a second. He slumped in his seat, as
if asleep. Katrin’s face lit up when she saw Mike. He waved her down, not
wanting to draw attention to other passengers.
“Alex,” said Mike, “the next station is just a couple of minutes from
here. Grab your things, we’re getting off.”
“But I thought we got off at….,” she started.
“No,” he cut in, “change of plan. I’ll explain in the car. Quickly now.” He ignored the glances of the other passengers
wondering why this man appears from nowhere, spoke to the very pretty lady and
her sister, (not knowing, of course she was her daughter), in Russian, then
leaving the man who had clearly been accompanying them before, asleep in his
seat.
The train slowed. Harry was still asleep, as they alighted and the train
pulled away again. They ran out of the station, to his car and drove off. Mike
wanted to check something before the train arrived where they should have got
off. He drove fast. Fortunately, there was little traffic in the countryside
road, and managed to get there a minute before the train. Mike slowed down and
managed to park in a shady corner, between two tall vans, out of sight.
Sure enough, the train arrived, and a drowsy Harry walked alone out of
the station building, up to a Silver BMW, parked in a disabled parking spot.
Mike could see three men were in the car, who got out
as Harry approached. There was a heated exchange, as Harry obviously explained
the situation that Alex and Katrin had vanished. But it was Alex’s reaction
that caught Mike’s attention.
“That’s Sergei,” she said in a frightened
tone. ”What’s he doing here. He’s got Olav and Dimitri
with him too. Mike, let’s go, I’m frightened.” Mike started the car and took
the exit out of the station forecourt, heading home. He unloaded their luggage,
parked the car in the garage and went inside.
“Right, Alex,” he said in an urgent tone, “the first place they’re going
to come and look for you is right here. We need to move, quickly. Follow me.”
He led them out of the back door and across the patio, carrying their
bags. He moved to the loose fence panels between his property and Sammy’s. He
pushed their bags through, onto the lawn the other side, before ushering them
to follow. He quickly made his way to the back door, unlocked and pushed it
open. Waving them in, he dead bolted the door behind them. Inside the kitchen,
were piles of all sorts of supplies. He’d spent the
time after Sue and Elsie had left in moving food, clothing and other things he
thought they would need.
Mike now knew for sure Harry had betrayed him. He didn’t know why. But
he knew where he would bring Bollockov to find Alex and Katrin, which is why he
decided to hide them in a safe house. Sammy’s house.
She and her mum were both away for the moment. When Harry found Mike’s house
empty, he would assume he’d fled. The last place he’d look was next door. It
was perfect.
Sure enough, it was only minutes later a silver BMW pulled up on Mike’s
drive. The three got out and went down the side of his house to his back door.
Mike had left it unlocked. Sitting at his laptop, he now watched as the three
men systematically searched his house. Mike had removed every trace of Alex and
Katrin’s clothing; anything in fact which may indicate they’d ever been there.
“You keep lying to us, Englishman,” said Sergei,
to Harry. “First you told us they were in
Suddenly, a look of fear appeared on Harry’s face. “I will find them, Sergei,” he said desperately. “Give me a few days, I will
find them for you.”
“I don’t have a few days,” he nodded at Olav and Dimitri
and in Russian said: “you know what to do. Make it quick and clean. No blood,
understand?” They nodded.
Mike watched in horror, as Harry was killed in his lounge with two blows
to the side of the head with short lengths of lead pipe, they’d pulled from
inside their leather jackets.
“Put him in the boot of the car,” commanded Sergei,
“I’m going to look around this house. There must be something. Come back and
help when you’ve done.”
A minute later, the three started to take Mike’s house apart. “Enough,”
Mike decided “that’s my home.” He waited until they went into the utility room.
Olav and Dimitri started searching the cupboards, Sergei watched, standing in the doorway. Mike pressed an
icon on his laptop, and saw the flash, as the gas canister exploded. The two
fixers died instantly. Sergei, however, recoiled
backwards, somehow avoiding the full impact of the cyanide gas. He staggered
backwards, chocking, falling out of the back door, tripped on the cill, down
the step. He fell awkwardly, sideways, hitting the ground hard. There was a
loud crack, as his arm broke. Sergei slowly got to
his feet and staggered back to his car, still coughing heavily. He climbed in
and drove off. Mike knew he wouldn’t trouble them for a while.
Returning alone to his home, he quickly saw the mess the three Russians
had made in those few short minutes. Olav and Dimitri
lay on the utility room floor, expressions of surprise on both their faces. He
went back to Alex and Katrin and explained to them what had taken place.
“So Sergei got away,” Alex stated.
He nodded, “yes, but he is injured. He had a whiff of cyanide and broke
his arm. He will head back home now. It will take him a few weeks to recover.
We’ll hear nothing from him for a while.”
Mike typed up a brief succinct report and filed it to his boss, Roger,
at Eagle Eyed Industries, copying in his old head of department in MI5, Robert Dobbinson, who had the sobriquet of
“We’ve been suspicious of Harry for a little while,” he explained to
Mike. “We knew he was your mate, so never gave you the heads up, as, for all we
knew, you might have been involved. Anyway, Bollockov has legged
it now. We’ll keep an eye on ports and airports, but I think it reasonable to
assume, he’ll be back in Mother Russia in a couple of days. He has very good
contacts in the embassy. I don’t suppose Harry’s body will ever turn up.”
“I’m going to need you to go to
Mike went back into Sammy’s house, where he found a frightened mother
and daughter waiting anxiously for him.
“They’ve all gone, Alex,” explained Mike, “you can come back home now.
There’s no danger. I’ll explain later what we’re going to do next, but
meantime, let’s have a drink and put this all behind us.”
They spent the next twenty minutes taking everything back to Mike’s
house and leaving the Bennett house as they’d found it. Mike decided Alex and
Katrin deserved a night in with a take-away meal and a soppy movie on TV.
= 14 =
Tuesday Morning
Catching up with Katrin
Mike woke at dawn as usual. The first thing he registered was the weight
of Katrin on his chest. Her knees pressing against his hips, her cheek against
his blond hairy chest, his flaccid cock still impaled slightly inside her, now
growing.
They had made love long and hard, as if his cock could somehow drive
away the demons of her fright the night before. The first time, she had
straddled him on the settee as soon as he’d finished eating. Mike couldn’t
stretch full length on the cushions, because Alex was still sitting there,
openly watching them. Katrin and Alex had clearly come to an understanding
since he’d last seen them, because there was no embarrassment or attempt to
disguise what they were plainly doing.
He remembered how they’d had a shower together, and how at one point,
after they had soaped and rinsed each other down, she’d dropped to her knees
and grasping his rampant cock, sucked him into her mouth, letting him nudge the
back of her mouth, at the opening of her throat. There was no gagging. She’d
been practicing while she’d been away. He’d explore those possibilities another
time. She’d sucked him to a very nice cum, making his legs wobble at the end. He
remembered taking her to bed, and spreading her out, giving her as much
pleasure as she had just given him, his tongue working hard to find all her
sensitive places , while her hands tried to pull his head harder into her
pudendum, extracting every ounce of gratification she could.
They had talked, and shared their individual bits of news. Katrin
explained that she’d been assaulted by Harry two nights ago. “At first, I
thought, as he was a friend of yours, I would let him do stuff,” she explained.
“But then he became demanding and forced me. He hurt me Mike, but I’m OK now. I
didn’t like him at all. I’m glad he’s dead.” She shuddered as she said those
last words.
“I’m sorry he hurt you darling,” he soothed, surprised how matter of
fact she was about the experience. “I’ll try and protect you from now on, OK?”
She nodded and smiled, resting her face against his arm.
There was silence for a while. Changing the subject, Mike explained he’d
got new neighbours next door, who he’d been coaching in their swimming.
“They’re eight and eleven,” he explained.
“Have you fucked them yet?” she asked, matter-of-factly.
He never thought to conceal his relationship with Sue and Elsie from
Katrin.
“Yes, I fucked Sue this morning in fact,” he said “I would have had
Elsie this afternoon, but, as you know, I had to meet you at the station. She
wants me to do it as soon as possible. I will introduce you to them tomorrow,
if you like, I think you and they could become good
friends. Perhaps we could have some sleepovers. Do you think we could all fit
in this bed together?” She grinned at him.
“I hear you’ve made some friends with the girls over the road,” he said.
“Yes” she answered, “they’re really nice. Sarah and
Jenny. They’re seven and eight years old. They’ve been helping me learn
words in English. Their mummy lives on her own. They
don’t have much money. They have two boys as well. Ten and eleven, I think.
They’ve been with their father through their school holiday.
“Are they nice?” he asked.
“Do you mean, do I like them, or do you mean would you like to get
inside their panties?” she grinned again.
“Both, I suppose,” he responded, with a laugh.
“Well I really like them,” she continued. “They’ve made me feel welcome,
even though they can’t understand much of what I am saying. I think you would
really like them too. They’re very pretty. Do you want me to help you?”
“How do you mean?” he asked, unclear what she meant.
“You know, help you get to know them, so you can do stuff to them,” she
rolled her eyes, as if he wasn’t keeping up with her.
“That would be brilliant, Katrin, thanks, yes please. Perhaps we could
have a pool party and sleepover, what do you think? You and your mum can help
me, if you like,” he suggested. He cuddled her close, as she swung her leg over
his thighs, nestling down onto him, feeling his rising cock settle between her
labia, nudging into her entry. Although still a little sore, from what Harry
had done, she needed him inside her for her own security. It was about that
time the pill he’d given her kicked in, and she fell into deep unconsciousness.
Mike rolled her off to the side, and slipped out of the bed. Be quickly
donned the black cat suit and mask, picked up his backpack and left the house
silently. He knew the girls and their mother next door could wake, so he was
extra careful to be silent as he entered their house and crept upstairs. He
silently entered the girls’ room and taking the inhaler, puffed some gas under
their noses, as they breathed in, rendering them unconscious for five minutes.
It was all he needed. He pulled down the duvets, and smiled as he saw they were
both naked tonight as they slept. Elsie was holding the vibrator, still buzzing
in her hand, held between her thighs, her red labia indicating the amount she
had used it. Sue looked red and inflamed too, but that was due to his long cock
earlier in the day.
He extracted the tube, cotton bud and Golden Lotion. He pushed it into
them one at a time, applying the lotion coated cotton bud, watching them both
jerk as it contacted their ‘G’ spots. He replaced the duvets and was out of the
room in less than three minutes. He was in his own bed two minutes later,
rolling Katrin back on top of him, pushing his cock back into her, and falling
asleep himself.
And so it was at dawn, he lay there feeling himself growing inside the
nine year old child, her breathing ruffling his chest hair, her warm bum in his
hand, her smell gentle in his nose, as he listened to her mother snoring in the
next room. He touched her cervix with his tip, feeling the pressure as his
tumescence increased quickly. He pulled back, humping his bum into the
mattress, almost coming out of her. He pushed back in, his pre-cum now freely flowing,
his cock sliding frictionless, almost. He speeded up and in four or five
thrusts was at full pace and depth. He knew this wouldn’t take long and as he
rose, he felt a clamping suddenly grip his cock, as she too came, before she
even came too. Her eyes blinked open and her head lifted from his chest, her
radiant smile lighting the room up, wiped away, as she took a long gasp, her
eyes closing to slits, as her climax hit her while Mike’s first spurt shot to
the depths of her vagina, washing her cervix, and again, he blasted into her,
and again.
Soon it was over silence reigned, except their heavy breathing, as they
calmed, cuddling, caressing. Mike let his cock shrink within her rather than
pulling out, feeling it slip as it diminished, but in the end, she squeezed,
expelling him. They lay for a moment longer, both needing the bathroom, neither
wanting to leave the bed, while she leaked a gentle flow of his semen onto his
pubic hair. All the while, their eyes were locked together. Neither
speaking, both knowing the other’s thoughts.
In the end, he carried her to the bathroom, she clinging round his neck,
his hands supporting her under her bottom. He stepped into the shower,
switching the water on, both gasping as the first blast of freezing water hit them.
He felt the warmth flow down his legs, knowing it wasn’t water. A moment later,
she felt his warmth squirting up the front of both their tummies. Neither
cared, preferring to stay together than use the toilet. They remained under the
shower until it eventually ran cold, washing each other the best they could
without parting. In the end cold drove them out, grabbing large fluffy towels
to get dry and warm again.
= 15 =
Tuesday Morning
Spreading the net wider
“What, today, we doing?” asked Katrin. Mike was impressed how she kept
practicing her English, and the speed she was picking it up. He always repeated
her sentences back correcting her errors. His language ended as a strange
mixture of both Russian and English.
“What are we going to do today?” he corrected. “Well, I have to give Sue
and Elsie a swimming lesson this morning. I know Elsie is going to want me to
fuck her later. Sue will also need one, but she may have to wait. But I have a
plan.” He grinned at her, knowing it would pique her interest.
“What plan,” she responded, “you do?”
[Author’s note for the flow of the story, I will write the text in
corrected English]
“You said last night the woman across the road has two daughters and two
sons,” he reminded her.
“Yes, two girls, Sarah and Jenny, aged seven and eight, and two sons ten
and eleven,” she confirmed, looking puzzled where this was leading?
“Do you think your mum would like the boys?” he asked. “Have you met
them?”
“Yes, I met them a couple of times, but why do you ask if Mum would like
…..? Oh, I see,” she said, rea
“Well,” he said, lowering his voice as if someone were listening, “what
if we let those boys have a little fun with your mum, then I think, when they
say they like coming over to use the pool all the time, their sisters will want
to come too, right?” she nodded. “Now, Sue and Elsie always swim in the pool
nude, so we could suggest a girls only time for swimming, OK?” she nodded
again. “Now if they come over often enough, we could make sure they
‘accidentally’ find out what their brothers are up to. That will keep the boys
quiet. That’s when I get you and Sue with Elsie to team together and persuade
Sarah and Jenny to join our little group. How’s that sound?”
She sat there open mouthed. “Yes but how do you persuade them not to say
anything and then let you do stuff to them?” she asked.
“Ah well,” he mused, “I have all sorts of tricks up my sleeve. Perhaps,
that’s where my Golden Lotion comes into it’s own.”
“What’s that? Golden, ... what?” she asked.
“One of my little tricks,” he said obscurely. “I think I should start
their course of treatment tonight.”
“So,” he said brightly, “I must get out for my run. I will be back in
half an hour. Would you clear the dishes for me? Your mum should be down before
long. You might tell your mum about those two pretty little boys across the
road and bounce the idea of what she might like to do to them.” He left her
with a bright grin on her face, humming to herself, while she cleared the
kitchen. The best laid plans! Mike’s plan took a different direction, almost
from the start. As it turned out, all the subterfuge had been unnecessary.
When Mike returned, he found Katrin and Alex in deep excited
conversation. He needed no prompting to know what they were discussing.
“I was saying to Katrin, before you came down, why don’t the two of you
pop across the road and see if their children would like to come over for a
pool party tomorrow afternoon,” he suggested. “have
you met them yet?” he asked.
“Oh yes,” Alex replied, “While you were in Ukraine last week, I went
over several times. Katrin and the girls over there played quite a lot
together. You’ll like playing with them too, Mike, they’re ever so pretty, just
your type,” she said echoing Katrin’s words, “you’ll enjoy getting inside their
panties.” She enjoyed teasing him. He’d done it to her often enough over her
attraction to little boys. “The girls are called Sarah and Jenny. Sarah is
seven, and Jenny eight, nice and young, I think. Their mum is called Alice. I
don’t think they’re very well off, Mike. The childrens’ father was violent to
her and the kids. Kept hitting them, and she had to apply for a, do you call
it, restraining order? Anyway, he left home, but doesn’t send them any money.
She’s applied to the court for help.”
“So why were the boys with him through the holiday?” he asked, knowing
full well the truth.
“It was only Alice and the girls he was hitting, not the boys,” she
explained, “I think she is so short of money, she saw it as a way to keep her
food bills down a bit.” What she said was correct. Mike knew there was far more
to the story though.
“I’ve got something that will help you when you’re over there.” He went
to a drawer and pulled out what looked like an old phone. “Take that with you,
it will translate for you. I know your English is really improving, but you
might find it useful. OK, well you go and enjoy yourselves, both of you,” he
looked at her with a twinkle in his eyes. “Don’t make any play on the boys
yet,” he said conspiratorially, “leave that to me, when I meet them.” She
blushed and nodded. In fact, Mike knew the full story of why the boys didn’t
live at home, and would use that knowledge to his advantage when the time came.
Mike went out and cleaned the pool, checked the chem
levels and swept the area clean. He heard Margaret Henderson’s car start and
drive off. Sure enough, moments later, he heard the chatter of Sue and Elsie as
they hastened to the end of their garden, soon appearing at the bottom of his.
Moments later, they were stripping off their clothes, both chirruping away at
him simultaneously, so he didn’t hear what either was saying. One thing was clear, they were both in very good moods. He only needed to
look at their swollen, reddened vulvas, as they both stood, feet well apart, to
see they had been exercising their fingers continually already this morning.
“So, how do my two favourite swimmers feel, this morning?” he asked,
interrupting their happy verbal diarrhoea. Not waiting for an answer to his
rhetorical question, and being unable to help himself, he stepped forward and
cupped both girls’ mons’s, his fingers slipping
through their slits between their bloated labia, feeling dampness, a slippery
dampness. “As I said,” he chuckled, “I wanted to know how you feel?”
Both girls jerked, bending over forwards, pulling their bums back as
they did, away from him in reaction, but quickly straightening up, thrusting
forward again. He soon pushed his fingers back, feeling them sink into their
clefts again. He curled them up and back, feeling the hardness of their swollen
clits, making them jerk again. He pressed once, twice, three times. Both
gasped, deeply, and again, on the point of cuming. He pulled his hands away,
seeing them gasp once more, this time in disappointment, taking a step forward.
“Time to start your training, girls,” he said quietly. “Quick now. Twenty lengths freestyle,
please. I’m going to time you. Then backstroke and finally breaststroke.
Then ten lengths underwater and a workout.”
“But..” hesitated Elsie, “I thought we
would…..”
“I didn’t say what sort of workout, now, did I?” he grinned, as she
turned crimson. He held his stopwatch up. “But only if you beat your previous
time. Ready, go.” The girls dived in, knowing there would be a reward later.
They swam as if their lives depended on it. Mike watched, as their little bums
broke the surface, rolling from side to side. They each completed the twenty
lengths three seconds faster for Sue, four for Elsie, than their previous best.
They moved onto the backstroke, and again Mike enjoyed watching their
lithe bodies, as they rolled and tensed, their mounds forming bow waves as they
ploughed through the water. Next the breaststroke, and Mike got in the water to
watch this, wearing a mask, and his camera in it’s
waterproof case, zooming in between their thighs, as they performed the best
style he’d ever seen them manage. They rested for a minute, before swimming the
ten lengths underwater. To Mike, this was the ultimate test of fitness, how
much oxygen they needed. Both only surfaced five times. Their
best ever.
“Fantastic,” he praised, telling them their results, as they moved over
towards him. “Well done, you were brilliant. Do that in your time trials, and you’ll be in the county team for certain.” He
held his arms out and they both threw their arms around his chest.
“Are we having that, errrr, workout, now?”
asked Elsie, as she moved keenly to the steps. When her bum cleared the water,
Mike could see her swollen peach shaped pudenda was
pushing out between her thighs. It looked inflamed.
“Sure,” he said, “it’s your choice this
morning, Elsie, you decide when, where and how, OK?” There was no
misunderstanding his meaning. “Do you want a shower first? You go on in, I’ll be with you in about ten minutes. Take your time. I
want a word with Sue and be with you, in a few
minutes.”
“How do you really feel this morning, Sue, OK?” he asked. “Not too
sore?” She shook her head.
“No I’m fine, but I just tingle so much, you know, down there,” she
glanced downwards, “it’s driving me mad, It’s been going on for the last couple
or three days,” she replied. He took her hand and tugged her towards him. He
put both hands around her waist and cuddled her into his chest. He slipped his
hands down, encompassing her buttocks, one in each hand. She threw her hands
around his neck, and as he lifted her up, she encircled him with her legs,
immediately feeling his cock slip along her cleft, nudging at her entry. So good. For days now, she’d felt so inexplicably horny,
helped yesterday when he’d fucked her properly for the first time. Sue knew
Mike was going to fuck her sister in a few minutes,
Elsie had finally caved and said that she wanted it, and as soon as Mike would
do it, she wanted her turn. It was only fair. Sue hadn’t dreamed though that
Mike would give her any attention today, knowing Elsie was waiting for him. She
wondered what he wanted to say.
Mike looked into her face, as he said: ”We’ll
go inside in a minute and give Elsie as nice a time as we can. I want you to be
there for her. It will make it better for her. I am conscious she’s only nine…”
“Only just nine,” corrected Sue.
“So,” he continued, “I will need to take my time and not hurt her. But
she’s the same age as my Katrin, she was only just nine, a couple of weeks ago,
and she loves to be fucked a couple of times a day, now. She and her mum got
back home yesterday, by the way, they’re across the
road with the new neighbours. But I can tell you are about to burst, aren’t
you?” she nodded, understanding what he meant. “I mustn’t spoil it for Elsie,
but if it helps you….”
He curled his hips up, feeling his cock press between her labia,
imagining them parting, as he slowly slipped in, feeling the ring at her vagina
entry stretch around him, for the second time in less than twenty four hours.
Suddenly his crown popped in. He paused, as he felt her finger nails dig into
his shoulders. Then she surprised him. He thought she would pause for a few
minutes, but instead, she pushed herself onto him, his cock slipping in deeper
into her slippery wet warmth. Deeper, feeling her passage peel apart as his
crown penetrated her. In all the way. She grunted as
he nudged her cervix, swollen with arousal, inflamed with the lotion he’d put
there. Just one touch, and suddenly she came.
They paused a moment, as she regained her composure. Her climax had
surprised them both with it’s spontaneity and
intensity. It ebbed away as quickly as it had arrived. Her breathing settled.
He pulled back and slipped in again, pressing harder. She gasped, right on the
cusp again. Mike pulled back once more, almost coming out, before thrusting
harder into her, hitting her ‘G’ spot. She exploded into another crashing
orgasm, her breath coming in gasps, she squeaked and squealed, unaware she was doing it. Mike started to pound into her
now, increasing the pace and force each time, feeling her rubbery cervix dip as
he thumped into it. Knowing he had to get out of the pool and go to Elsie, he
upped the speed, giving as much pleasure to Sue as he could in the time
available. She was almost incoherent, with the intensity of the gratifying
feelings, flowing like waves through her lower body over and over. Her vagina clamping continuously on his cock. He kept it up
for about five minutes, but knew if he carried on much longer, he would cum too
and that wouldn’t be fair on Elsie. In a lull in her continuous climaxes, he
slowed to a stop, letting her calm, her breathing easing off, and lifted her
off.
Mike walked to the steps, and carried Sue up and across the patio and
into the house. They could hear the shower still running, as they entered, Sue still clamped around his torso, his erect cock
sticking out under her bum.
“You’re just in time, Sue,” said Elsie, still facing away from them.
“I’ve just finished.”
Mike lowered Sue into the cubicle, holding her for a moment, while she
became steady on her feet, and reached out for Elsie, who took both his hands
in hers. He lifted her out of the shower, cupping her bum, as he had her
sister, less than ten minutes before, his finger tips straying into her cleft
and the valley between her gorgeous buttocks. Slowly, as he caressed her, he
slipped his fingers forward through her slippery cleft, towards her clitty,
feeling the soft skin of it’s cowl, and the hard nub
of her clitoris. He gently molested her, bringing her up in teasing light
touches. She responded, ineffectively, by trying to push herself down against
his fingers, to increase the friction between them.
Mike, knowing that Sue was having the fastest shower of her life, kept
Elsie as high as he could, without letting her cum. Sue switched off the water
and stepped out, smiling at them, rubbing a towel across her face.
“Sue, could you dry Elsie off, while I have a quick shower? Take her
through to the studio. Find out how she would like to have her first time. I’ll
be with you in five minutes.”
= 16 =
Tuesday
Elsie learns about herself
He smiled, as he heard Elsie gasp, hearing his words. “Sue, I don’t know
if I can last five minutes. What do you think I should do for my first time?
Tell me. I want to remember it all my life.”
“If I had my first time again,” said Sue, as she towelled her sister
dry, “I would want it to be in a way I would never forget. Something special,
something I might not want to do again, but I would always remember, forever.
Let’s go through to the studio and see what’s in there.”
They walked into the room, seeing the familiar screens, lights, tripods
and cameras. Then they moved over to the gynæcologists
inspection table.
“What are all these straps and buttons and levers and arms and things?”
asked Elsie. “See what it does.”
In a few moments, they had worked out the table could extend with leg
and arm supports. These could move outwards, up, down, all directions. There
were Velcro fastened straps everywhere.
“Would it be special enough for you, Elsie, if I tied you onto to this
table and spread you out for Mike, when he comes in from his shower? You’d
remember that alright.” The two girls looked at each other, for several
seconds, as if processing the idea in their minds, before bursting into fits of
giggles.
“OK,” said Elsie, nervously, “you know how mum used to get Dad to tie
her to the bed and then whip her? Well I’ve always wondered what that was like.
She must enjoy it, like she did with Rev. Fuckup.” Both girls giggled again,
but this time, knowing it was not a joke, Elsie was serious.
“Are you asking what I think you’re asking, Elz?”
asked Sue.
“I guess so,” she answered in a shy tone, “I would certainly remember it
wouldn’t I?” Both girls laughed again. “You tell me what to do and tie me onto
the table.” Both girls knew this was really erotic, really kinky, but at the
same time, they had such a heightened level of arousal, there was little they
wouldn’t consider doing at that moment.
Elsie lay on the table face down, while Sue worked out how to swing the
leg and arm supports round, and lock them into position. She pulled Elsie’s
feet down, so she slid down the table, her hips now over where the leg supports
hinged. Sue quickly slipped the Velcro straps around her sister’s ankles and
thighs. She did the same with straps around her arms chest and waist. Next, she
unclipped the locks, and swung the arm supports outwards, ninety degrees to her
torso. Going to the leg supports, she unclipped the locks, and slowly pushed
them further and further apart, until she was in a wide splits, well over a
hundred and twenty degrees.
“What do you want to do now, Elz,” asked Sue, “I can still hear the shower running. Mike will
be a few minutes, I think.”
“Sooz,” said Elsie, “I want to know why Mum
likes it when she is smacked. Do you know?”
“I guess it’s like why some people like strawberry ice cream and someone
else likes chocolate. Everyone’s different. Want to try it? I won’t do it
hard.”
“OK,” said Elsie, “if it’s not hard.”
Sue, bent down, and pulled a lever at the side of the table. It tilted
the top, so her head went down and feet up. Next, she lowered the leg supports,
so Elsie was now bent in the middle, her little bottom sticking up. Sue came
round to the side, and gently smacked her sister on the bottom, with her flat
hand.
“What was that like, Elz?” asked Sue. “Hard enough?”
“Do it a few times, Sooz,” wheezed Elsie, “but
a bit harder though.”
Sue smacked her sister on her buttocks quite hard several times,
expecting her to tell her to stop, but Elsie remained silent. Sue stopped again
and repeated her question.
“It’s sort of nice, Sooz”, gasped Elsie,
through short breaths. “It makes me really tingle, you know, down there. Can
you do it hard, Sooz, it’s OK.”
Sue was a bit reluctant, but she realised her sister might actually like
doing what Mum did, and it was her first time, so let her do it any way she
wanted. Sue’s hand was stinging now, though, so she looked around for something
to smack Elsie with. She spotted, leaning against the wall, a two foot length of
thick flat plastic, about two inches wide. It was an off cut from a trim off
one of his ceiling mounted screens. She swung it down onto Elsie’s bottom,
surprised at how loud the crack was as it connected. She’d hit her harder than
she’d intended.
“Ohhh, yes”, gasped the child, “do it again,
nice and hard.”
Sue repeated it, bringing the heavy plastic strip down, seeing the red
lines appearing on Elz’s buttocks. What she also saw
was the flow of pearlescent mucus running from her pulsing vagina, through her
cleft dripping onto the floor. Elsie, who had climaxed almost from the very
first smack, was cuming hard, now. Her bum was moving up and down quickly, her
mound smacking into the padded table top. Sue could see her vagina opening and
closing like a fish’s mouth. Each time it opened, her doomed hymen stretched
taught, the little hole in it leaking yet more of her runny arousal.
Sue didn’t want to bruise Elsie too much, so after a few more swings of
the plastic strip, she stopped, looking at her sister in awe, seeing a side of
Elsie, previously unknown to her
Mike walked in, still rubbing his hair with a towel, making out he’d
just finished his shower. In fact, he’d been watching the proceedings for the
last ten minutes on his laptop. His studio cameras recording
everything. As the beating ended, he went and switched off the shower
and walked into the studio.
“Hello girls,” he said brightly, “it looks like you’ve started without
me. I’m glad to see you’re enjoying your first time Elz.
Sue, I need your help, because Elsie likes a little pain to enhance her pleasure. I’m going to
need you to hit her a few more times at the start, OK? Many girls like that.
Isn’t that right, Elz?”
“Hmmm, yeah, I guess,” murmured the nine year old, not knowing if it was
true or not.
Mike positioned himself quickly between Elsie’s thighs. He pressed the
foot pedal on the table, bringing it up a few inches, to the desired height. He
grabbed his cock and pressed it to her opening, watching her labia bulge out
slightly under the pressure. He pulled his foreskin back, releasing yet more
pre-cum directly into her. He paused and looked at Sue and nodded. Sue
immediately swung the plastic strip down, connecting hard onto Elsie’s red and
swollen buttocks. Mike felt her flinch against his cock. He felt her vagina
dilate and shrink again, the early signs of another climax. He nodded to Sue,
and as the plastic struck her bottom with a loud thwack, Mike shoved his cock
hard into her. Four inches deep. Immediately, he felt
the clamping of her incredibly tight passage on his shaft, her orgasm
overtaking her consciousness, her incoherent mutterings impossible to
understand. The pain of his sudden penetration, right where she needed it, had
increased the intensity of her orgasm.
Mike pulled back, almost coming out of her cunt, before pushing hard
into her once more, going in another inch, hitting her cervix hard, her grunt
heralding a cry a second later, and her climax increased to a level almost
overwhelming the child. Mike now pulled back and thrust in, getting harder and
faster each time, knowing this one needed pain to make it good. He rested his
hands on her buttocks now and every time he thrust in, he pinched her hard,
seeing red marks appear over the lines, where she’d been hit only moments
before.
Elsie was muttering: “ohmy
Elsie had gone quiet now. Her breathing was steady and deep, her eyes
closed. She’d passed out again. It was just too good. Mike stood there for a
few minutes longer, letting his pulses fade away, enjoying the last sensations
of this terrific fuck. He felt Elsie stir, as she came to again, smiling at
Sue, who’d bent down to check on her sister, making sure she was OK. Mike’s
cock slipped from her and he stepped away.
“Jeez, that was good,” were Elsie’s first words, “I’ve got to do that
again. Wow, fucking wow. God I’m sore!”
They laughed. The laughter spread. Mike and Sue looked behind them
seeing Alex and Katrin had entered the room without them realising.
“It looks like you have enjoyed yourselves,” said Alex, startling Sue,
who didn’t know what to say. She was very shocked, though, when she watched, as
Alex stepped forward, pushing passed her and knelt between Elsie’s thighs,
whose sore pussy was oozing the pink semen of her virgin bleed, pressed her
open mouth against the whole of her pudenda, and sucked noisily, licking and
swallowing Mike’s cum, relishing it like it was pure ambrosia, hearing her
groan with pleasure. Elsie’s bottom once more rose up, as far as the bindings
would allow. She finally enjoyed one more crashing climax, wonderfully completing
the first, and possibly best, fuck of her life.
= 17 =
Tuesday
“So,” Mike exclaimed, “let me make the introductions. Sue, this is
Katrin and Alex, Elsie, this is Katrin and errr, you’ve already met Alex, of course.” The humour broke the
stiffness. They all went through to the kitchen. Mike quickly explained to the girls who was who, while everyone grabbed an ice, or coke,
or coffee.
“The girls across the road are delighted to have been asked over to the
pool party tomorrow,” said Alex. “I know it was girls only, but the boys are at
their fathers tomorrow anyway. Their mother said they could sleepover here, if
I’m there with Katrin. I told her we would be and that Sue and Elsie would be
invited too. She wants to meet you first though, Mike. I said we’d go around in
an hour or so.” Alex turned to Sue and Elsie, “If Mike and I go round to your
house,” she asked looking at the two, “do you think your mum will let you stay
over too?” Sue shrugged.
Mike chipped in and said: “Alex and I’ll come round and have a chat with
your mum at lunch time, and see if she’s OK for you to stay over tomorrow.
Talking of which,” he glanced at his watch, “she’ll be home soon. You two had
better have a quick shower and get home fast. Katrin,” he said, handing over
the little gadget, “take the translator with you and keep them company, while
they shower. Get to know one another.”
The three girls scampered out, leaving Mike and Alex alone. “Well?” he
asked, not needing to expand.
“
“I’ll see what I can do, Alex. No promises, though.” Mike had long since
done his thorough homework on all his neighbours. He knew exactly how to get
what he wanted from across the road.
She smiled and leaned in kissing him on the cheek, knowing the job was
as good as done. “And I’ll see if I can groom those two little cherubs a
little, for you,” she said patting him on the other cheek. “We should have a
little bet, you and me,” she simmered, grinning. He raised his eyebrows in
question. “How long will it take you to fuck the two of them.”
She burst out laughing when he made a rude sign. “Let’s have a quick bite to
eat, Mike.”
A few minutes later, Sue and Elsie left for home, just in time, because
Margaret, in her car, returned about ten minutes later.
Half an hour later, Mike and Alex, accompanied by Katrin went and
knocked on Margaret Henderson’s door. They immediately realised that there was
an atmosphere of excitement in the house. “Come in, come in,” ushered Margaret.
“The girls are upstairs. You must be Katrin,” she said, looking at the child.
“Do you want to go up and see them? It’s the second room on the right.” They
watched, as Katrin ran upstairs following the squeals from above.
“Come through to the kitchen,” Margaret invited. “Would you like some
tea, or coffee?” They sat at her table and listened as she talked while making
their drinks. “The girls have been invited to do their time trial this
afternoon. How good are they, Mike? Truthfully, are they good enough?” She
looked at him, hope in her face.
“No, Margaret, they’re not,” he said with a sad expression. Then he
grinned at her. “They’re much better than that, They’re
the very best. You wait and see. They’ll fly the trial.”
“Thank you so much,” gushed Margaret. “Don’t say anything to them yet,
about me knowing you were coaching them, we’ll wait until after the trial, OK?”
Mike nodded. “Come round as soon as you get back, would you? I’d love to
know how they get on. Oh, there’s something else we wanted to ask you,
Margaret,” said Mike. “Alex, here, is organising a pool party tomorrow. We
thought Sue and Elsie might like to come over, for Katrin tomorrow, to meet the
neighbourhood kids. Then, later, they’ll have a barbeque and a sleepover”
Margaret’s face darkened. Mike saw a refusal coming. “Perhaps you could have a
night out or go see a show. You know, perhaps meet up with your friend,
Reverend Fuckup,” he suggested, looking at her steadily. He could see her mind
working. She understood what he implied alright.
Her face suddenly brightened, she smiled and said: “Yes, of course, why
not. What time?”
Mike and Alex wished Sue and Elsie good luck for their time trial, and
headed across the road with Katrin still calling best wishes to her new
friends, who understood her meaning, if not her Russian words.
They knocked on Alice’s door, which opened a moment later. Alex
introduced Mike to her. She invited them in. They sat down in her sitting room,
an awkward silence followed. She was clearly embarrassed at having nothing to
offer her new guests. Katrin, hearing Sarah and Jenny moving around in the
kitchen, asked if she could go and join them.
In a moment of inspiration, Mike suggested they all go over to his
house, and let the girls all have a swim in the pool, while the adults got to
know each other.
“I’ll sort out their costumes,” said a relieved Alice. “We’ll be over in
five minutes.”
“Clever boy,” teased Alex, as they walked back to the house, “you just
wanted to see as much of their skin as you could, I know you.” They went
inside, all three grinning.
Shortly after, there was a knock on the door, and Alice came in,
carrying a bag, followed by Sarah and Jenny, who went over and started chatting
to Katrin. Katrin asked her mum if she could borrow the translator. The three
disappeared into the kitchen, escaping the boring conversation of the adults.
Mike, on the other hand was processing his thoughts. He’d just had his first
sight of two of the cutest little girls walking into his sitting room. His cock
had stirred and would be leaking pre-cum soon, if he didn’t get his mind onto
other things.
Sarah, the, only just, seven year old, was
raven haired, with a short cut hairstyle, just above her shoulders. She had
deep green eyes, which dominated her face, with their intensity. Her face was
rounded, not with fat, she had not an ounce of fat on
her whole body, but with the shape of her head, the cut of her hair, and her
high cheek bones. Her mouth was wide, but not too wide. Just
enough, he thought, to be able to suck his cock. She was gorgeous. Her
body was that of a typical seven year old, parallel sided, not curves, with
stick like legs projecting out from her tiny short, blue thin, terry shorts.
She was wearing a small red T-shirt, sporting a picture of Mini Mouse, which
was too tight and too short, leaving a gap of two or three inches above the
waist line of her shorts, showing her perfect flawless skin, and an innie belly
button. When she turned to the side, she had the usual stance of all girls this
age, where their tummies stick out forwards as far as their little bottoms
stuck out backwards, in a sort of letter ‘S’ shape.
Eight year old Jenny had a similar shaped face as Sarah, with the same
beautiful, penetrating, green eyes. Her hair colour differed though, as
although it was dark, there was a deep auburn colouring to it, giving it a lustre many women would die for. Her cheeks were fuller
than Sarah’s, and her body, although not shapely, was more curvaceous. Again
she didn’t have an ounce of fat on her. She was wearing a crop top, which did
little more than cover her completely flat chest. She had a short blue skirt
on, which occasionally flashed her little pink panties beneath, when she moved
around.
“You’ll trip over your tongue if you don’t put it away,” teased Alex in
Russian, “I told you they were pretty, didn’t I?” he just nodded. She went into
the kitchen to make some coffee, and ask the girls what they would like to eat
or drink. Sarah and Jenny both asked for ice cream, not having had any
recently. In fact they’d not had many treats for a while.
“Would you like to stay for tea,” asked Alex, in her poor, but improving
English, helped by the translator, “I’m going to make some special Estonian
teacakes. They have honey and raisins in them. They’re lovely, My mother taught me to make them when I was your age. You
are both very pretty,” she soothed, gently stroking both their heads. “We’re
having a barbeque and pool party here tomorrow, would you like to come?” she
asked. “Then afterwards, we’re having a sleepover, if you like. Sue and Elsie
are coming.”
“I can’t swim,” said Sarah, “I don’t know if I will be able to come to
the pool party.” There was a look of disappointment in her face.
“Of course you can come, darling,” said Alex. “Mike is a swimming coach,
he’ll teach you to swim. Perhaps, if you ask him nicely, he could make a start
this afternoon. You never know, you might be swimming by tomorrow. He’s very good, he’s been coaching Susie and Elsie, next door. They’re
going to a swimming speed trial this afternoon, to join the county team. Maybe
one day, you’ll be as good as them, if you let Mike help you. The only thing
is, you have to do everything he says, or else he won’t teach you. And his
hands have to hold you up, under your tummy, so you don’t sink. Are you OK with
that?” Alex could see the little girl processing this thought. Mike would have
his hands on her sooner than he’d thought.
Alex left the girls eating their ice cream, and some lemon pie she’d
found in the fridge, and went into the sitting room, where Alice and Mike were
in deep, serious sounding conversation. She knew he’d fill her in on the
details later.
“I was just saying to
“I was just telling them about it,” said Alex, “but Sarah says she can’t
swim.”
“No, neither can Jenny, or not very well, anyway,” added Alice. “They’ve
never been taught.”
“I told Sarah, you’d teach her, Mike,” said Alex. “I hope it’s OK, but
I’ve also invited them to tea this afternoon. I’ve promised to make my
grandmother’s recipe of Estonian teacakes for them. Perhaps you could give them
a swimming lesson today, Mike.” She turned to Alice. “Mike used to coach swimming,
and has helped Sue and Elsie over the last few days. They want to get into the
county team.”
“I don’t want to put you to all that trouble” Alice responded. “You’ve
both been so kind to me. I’m not sure about this afternoon, though, I have to
go and see my solicitor about my alimony payments in an hour.”
“Don’t worry,” said Alex, “I’ll look after them until you get back. Mike
can start the swimming lesson, and they can get to know Katrin a bit better,
before tomorrow’s party.”
“Well, if you’re sure….” Said
“Why not join us for tea?,” suggested Mike. “What
time do you get back from the solicitors?”
“Oh about five thirty,” she replied.
“Great, come round then.”
In a low tone, so the kids in the kitchen wouldn’t hear, he said “Alice
thank you for being open and honest with me earlier. As I explained, I work for
the security services and can find out things. I don’t want to hear you’ve been
going on the street again.” He looked at her meaningfully. “You’re too nice and
too old for selling yourself, and besides, you’ll get yourself arrested and
where will that leave your girls? I also know one or two other things about you, you wouldn’t want the girls to learn about. Petty theft and shoplifting. But I do draw the line at
drugs. Do not, I repeat not deal in drugs again.” She
looked shocked at the truth he spoke of. Mike had easily followed her through
street surveillance cameras, most of which he, or his company had installed.
She’d been a one person crime wave, but all minor, all easily traced, and
earned her almost nothing.
“But Mike,” she sobbed plaintively, “I haven’t any money. I have to feed
the kids. How else can I do it?”
“There are plenty of jobs going, Alice,” he said firmly.
“Yes, but I have to look after the kids, mind them in the holidays, then
take and collect them during school term,” she stated, “how would I fit in a
job as well?”
“You get that job, Alex will look after the kids, Alice,” he said. “I’ll
help her. You’ll be on your feet again before you know it. I want you to take
this.” He handed her a wad of cash. She went through the motions of trying to
refuse. “Call it a loan, call it what you like, but I promise, I will help you
sort this out. Go and see your solicitor now, we’ll look after the girls, and
we’ll see you later, OK?” He smiled at her reassuringly. She gave him a kiss on
his cheek and left.
Mike went back into the sitting room and saw Alex’s expression. “How did
you find out all that stuff about her, Mike,” she asked. “You never really
explained how you found out all the shit on me.”
“Don’t ask,” he said, “You might not like the answers you hear. Let’s go
and get our hands on those lovely looking little girls, shall we?” They walked
through to the kitchen, where the lemon pie had all gone, and the ice cream
tubs licked clean.
= 18 =
Tuesday late morning
Sarah and Jenny have a swimming lesson
“Who wants a swimming lesson, then?” he asked “Katrin, could you take
them out to the changing hut and get ready?”
Katrin took the translator, as the girls picked up their swimming bags
and went out to the pool. Mike watched through the window as they went inside.
“Katrin hasn’t taken her swimsuit with her.” He observed.
“No I told her not to,” Alex advised. “She’ll swim naked. After a while,
it might give Sarah and Jenny some ideas.” He looked at her impressed with her
forethought.
After less than a minute, the three came out of the hut. Mike watched to
see what they were wearing. Immediately he could see Sarah and Jenny were
wearing cheap one piece costumes, which should have been thrown out a year ago.
They were made of thin material, and were at least a size too small. Sarah’s
pink in colour, Jenny’s white. Katrin, of course walked ahead of them to the
steps, naked, as though she always dressed that way.
“Don’t you mind Mike seeing you bare?” asked Jenny.
“No, why should I”, she replied confidently. “He’s like a daddy to me.
Do you let your daddy see you bare?”
“Yes, of course,” Jenny answered, “or we did, when he lived with us. He
always liked to see us that way. He said it was natural.”
Katrin led the way, stepping down the steps into the shallow corner of
the pool, where the water came up to Sarah and Jenny’s chests.
“Stay in this corner,” she instructed, “it gets deeper the further out
you go.”
Mike had changed in the utility room, and came out of the house, dropped
his towel on a chair and dived into the deep end, surfacing near the three
girls.
Katrin threw her arms round his neck, grinning at him. He cupped her
naked bottom, her legs wrapped around his waist, his fingers visibly cupping
her whole pudenda. Jenny’s eyes went wide.
“Right, I promised Sarah a lesson,” announced Mike, “but I understand
you need a lesson too, Jenny.” She nodded, still looking at his hand and where
it was. “OK, there are some floats and rings in the hut. Katrin can show you.
Why don’t you two play together for half an hour, while I start Sarah’s
lesson?” He released Katrin, who led the way up the steps. As he’d hoped, he
saw that Jenny’s over tight suit, was now clinging to her thin body, forming to her shape, sinking into all her recesses. It was
white material, and almost see through. There was no
gusset liner. The camel toe at her crotch was spectacular, where the material
had sunk deep into her cleft, giving Mike a boner. The two went into the hut.
“Don’t you mind Mike holding you, you know, down there?” she asked.
“No, not at all. I love Mike, and he loves me,”
Katrin said reasonably. “If you love someone enough, it doesn’t matter at all,
does it? But,” she said in almost a whisper, “even if you don’t, it’s rather
fun, don’t you think, if you, kinda like him? Anyway,
it makes me feel nice.” She looked at Jenny carefully measuring her response.
Jenny was pensive, thinking about what Katrin had said. Certainly it
made her think about Mike in a different way. Katrin’s comments had made her
pussy clench and tingle. The process of her seduction had already started. They
selected some rings and arm bands for Jenny, a ball and some floats, and took
them out to the pool, got in the water and started to have fun splashing
around.
Meanwhile, Mike was assessing Sarah’s ability and confidence. She was
nervous, and essentially needed teaching from the basics upwards.
“Hold onto the side of the pool,” he instructed. “Kick your legs, they should come to the surface.” He watched as she
tried to kick her legs. “Think of a frog waggling his legs,” he suggested. Her
movement altered slightly, and slowly, her legs rose to the surface of the
water. He placed his hand under her tummy and told her to stop kicking, he’d hold her for a moment.
Sarah looked at him. She could tell he was pleased with her. “Well
done,” he praised, “you’re learning fast. Now try just kicking your legs from
the knees down. Keep the tops still,” he instructed. “Good. That’s right. Now
later, try and remember that, when you’re swimming. That’s a start. Now I’m
going to put both my hands under you to support you, then I want you to let go
of the side of the pool. OK?” She nodded.
He slipped the hand under her tummy lower, so he could now feel her mound,
through the gossamer thin costume, filling his palm. The suit was so tight on
her, her camel toe was very pronounced, the material had pulled deep into her
slit, he could feel her labia, as though she were naked, as she moved in the
water. He let one of his fingers trail into her recess, feeling the little nub
of her clitoris. He watched, as her bottom rolled from side to side, her crack
opening and closing with her movement. It was so erotic. His other hand was
under her chest. Although she had no boobs yet, he could feel the tiny hard pin
heads of her nipples pressing against his fingers. At this stage, he didn’t
want to push his luck; he had weeks and months to do that. So he just taught
her the freestyle windmill arm strokes, pleased at how she listened and did
what he told her. Soon, he could support one end, while her legs or arms
supported the other.
By the end of the lesson, Sarah was ready to try. Placing a hand lightly
under her tummy, he encouraged her to swim herself. He couldn’t actually remove
his hand, because as he did, she lost confidence and put her feet down, but she
was nearly there.
“I think that’s enough for one lesson, Sarah,” he said. “You’ve done
ever so well, you’re nearly swimming. We’ll try again later or tomorrow
morning, if you like and hopefully you’ll be away swimming properly.” She
grinned at him in thanks, and threw her arms around his neck, and kissed his
cheek. He, of course, cuddled her delightful little bottom, feeling every curve
and crack under his fingers. He couldn’t resist letting his fingers slip
underneath a little, between her thighs, her labia pressing either side. She
either didn’t notice, or perhaps care.
“We’d better let Jenny have her lesson now,” he said, letting her down.
“Jenny,” he called, “do you want to come down to this end and let Sarah have
your arm bands, while you have your lesson?” The girls quickly changed over,
Sarah paddling off to join Katrin.
“What can you do at the moment, Jenny?” he asked. She outlined that she
could do basic doggy paddle, but little more. “That’s good,” he said. “It means
you are confident to swim and take your feet off the bottom, even if just for a
few seconds. We can build on that. So show me how you do it now.”
For the next few minutes, she demonstrated what she could do. So Mike
said he would show her the correct leg and arm movements for freestyle first.
In just a few minutes, she was doing a rudimentary crawl. She loved the praise
he poured on her. He loved holding her under her mound, the same as he’d done
to her sister, feeling her lovely shape through the thin white material.
“Just practice that, Jenny, when you’re on your own. I think you’ll find
you can do it with just a little practice. It will soon improve. Let’s move
onto breaststroke now, shall we? I will support your weight with my hands.
Let’s start with your arm movements.” He explained what she needed to do, and
soon she had mastered it. “Now your leg movements.
This is more complicated,” he stressed. Again he outlined what was needed.
“Think of that frog. Squeeze the water between your thighs, push it backwards.”
His hand was taking her weight under her mound, and as her legs moved
out and inwards, he could feel her labia opening and closing. He let his thumb
settle into her cleft, and up between her thighs. Her costume was so tight, and
so thin, she felt naked under his hands. Her pussy was now squeezing his thumb,
rhythmically. His erection solid now, pre-cum flowing.
He wondered if she was even aware where his fingers were. After half an hour,
she could swim the crawl and breaststroke to a degree, and would be able to get
better with practice.
“I would like to perfect your leg movements, later, Jenny,” he said. “As
long as you don’t mind me holding you underneath, you should be as good
tomorrow as any of the swimmers here,” he praised. “We’ll have a break now, and
another lesson later, OK?” Like her sister, she too thanked him with a cuddle,
and he too, cupped her bottom, his fingers drifting under her. She seemed not
to mind at all.
They all got out of the pool. The three girls sat around in a huddle,
chattering. Eventually, Jenny went over to Alex, who had been sunbathing,
pretending not to be watching Mike molest the little girls.
“Please Alex,” asked the child, “my costume is ever so tight. I’m
getting sore, you know, underneath. Would Mike mind if I took it off?”
“Mike wouldn’t mind at all,” replied Alex. “He will understand. Katrin
doesn’t wear one when Mike is here. He makes sure no other boys can see her.
Just don’t say anything to anyone else, OK, they might
get the wrong idea.” The little girl smiled a thanks,
and was already pulling the shoulder straps off and sliding the swimsuit down
and off her legs in seconds. Sarah, seeing what had happened had her costume
off in moments too. In a few minutes, the three naked girls were playing a
game, running round the pool.
Mike, who’d been into the house for a minute emerged, saw what had taken
place, and smiled. He sat down beside Alex and said: “Reminds me of all the
girls on the beaches of Andalusia.” After a few minutes, Katrin came and asked
if they could all have a drink. “Of course, darling,” you know where they are,
go and help yourselves.” They came out a few minutes later, each sipping a
fizzy drink, burping for the fun of it, every now and then. Sarah and Jenny sat
on the two remaining seats, while Katrin sat on Mike’s lap, her legs spread
outside his knees, leaning back against his blond curly chest. His fingers were
soon interlocked over her tummy, just an inch above the dimple of her cleft.
The three girls carried on chatting. Already, Mike heard Katrin using
almost as many English words as Russian. The translator struggled to keep up.
Jenny, meantime, watched, fascinated as Mike’s fingers were idly playing with
Katrin’s clitty. She wondered if either of them even knew what they were doing.
After the recent behaviour of her own father, she wasn’t about to say anything.
Katrin, she knew, was one of the happiest girls she’d ever met. Perhaps if she
got to know them better, she too could find some of that happiness for herself,
through these new friends. Already she knew they’d helped her sister and
herself to swim, invited them over for a party, and helped Mummy, somehow. She
didn’t know the details, but Mummy had looked so much happier when she’d left.
They’d all been so kind. She didn’t want to spoil it. Already, she knew
she liked them a lot. The last two hours had been the best she’d known for some
weeks. She glanced at Katrin’s pussy again. Her hands were now on top of his.
He was still gently playing with her. Watching them, made her tingle down below
in her coochie. She was sure Katrin was pressing him
to her. She was a little shocked, when she realised what was happening. She
looked up, and saw Mike was staring at her. Not unkindly, but with a gentle,
warm smile, which told her in an instant, she too could be happy, if she wanted
to be.
“Would you like to have your second swimming lesson now Jenny?” he
asked, still looking her in the eye. Jenny was only eight, but like her sister,
she was intelligent and insightful. His innocent question hid a much deeper
meaning, she knew instinctively. She paused, thinking for a moment.
“Yes, please Mike,” she replied, “if that’s not too much trouble.” It
seemed to her that Alex, Katrin and Mike were all looking at her, in an
expectant way.
She got up and
walked back over to the shallow end steps, still naked, and
walked down into the water. She suddenly felt very warm. The cool water
welcomed her. Katrin, her new best friend, joined her, her arm going round
Jenny’s shoulder. She put the translator to her ear and whispered. “If you let
him, he’s a very good teacher. He will teach you whatever you want to know and
more. He will do things for you and your mum, if you do things for him. He has
made me so happy, I could cry,” she said. Her last words making Jenny wonder if
somehow she’d read her mind. “He saved my life, and my mum’s, twice, Jenny, I
promise you, he did,” Katrin continued. “I would do anything for him. Anything
he asked. It’s up to you, Jenny, If you want Mike to
help you and your mum, well, it’s up to you.” Jenny didn’t know whether to
believe her. But what she did know, was that Katrin
meant every word. Jenny knew what would happen now. She could get out of the
pool and make some excuse, or she could stay in. She looked at Katrin’s face.
She looked at Mike, walking towards the steps. She stayed.
Mike walked slowly into the water, as Katrin went to sit with Sarah,
beside Alex. Jenny could see the bulge in his speedos. He was becoming erect.
“Well, Jenny, let’s see how your breaststroke arm motions are. I do like
a really good breaststroke, don’t you? I will support you, keep you afloat.
Don’t move your legs yet, let me see how you move your
arms.”
He soon had his hands underneath her, where they’d been before, but this
time, they felt hot on her skin. Her
mind was in a spin. One hand under her mound, the other
covering her tiny titties, which suddenly seemed so sensitive to his touch.
She felt his fingers gently pinch her nipple. At first she thought she was
mistaken, but then the same happened to her other one. Then she felt him rub
them both, again and again. He was stroking them, as her arm movements rolled
her chest from side to side.
“That’s good, Jenny. Rest your arms now, and start moving your legs, the
way I showed you before.”
Jenny started to move her legs apart, stretched, pushed,
together again, in the movement of breaststroke. She was immediately aware, his
palm was back on her mound, but this time, his fingers were slipping into her
cleft. They touched her clitty and instantly, a bolt shot through her like an
electric shock, making her bend, her knees coming up to her chest. The tingling
eased off, and she straightened out again, resuming her movements, feeling his
fingers exploring deeper, down towards her vagina. She so wanted this, and yet
she knew it was wrong. He was teasing her down there. She loved it, and yet it
worried her, but excited her, thrilled her. Suddenly it ended, just as she felt
the tingles increase, getting nice, better.
“Now, Jenny, I want to see you swim on your own,” he said. Start at that
side, and swim to me, over here.” It wasn’t far, but enough to show she could
do it. She had a hand on the pool coping. A look of
determination on her little pretty face. She pushed off from the edge.
At first, she sank just beneath the surface. Then she took her first strokes
and surfaced, moving forward, now. She took another and another. She was
swimming. Her breaststroke not very coordinated, but it was a start, a very
good start. She was puffing by the time she reached him the other side, but a
look of triumph on her face. She grabbed his offered hand, and immediately
threw her arms around his neck, cuddling him to her. She’d done it. She kissed
his cheek.
Mike, now cupping her bum, let his fingers explore through her crack. He
touched her rosebud, feeling her clench as he did. She glanced at him, her
smile of triumph changing to something else, a smile of a secret shared between
them. He felt her legs part a fraction. Not a lot, but enough to tell him much
more. His fingers continued their journey, slowly over her perineum and dipped
into her cleft, feeling her vagina entry clasp the pad of his finger tip. He
didn’t push hard, but he let his finger dip in a little. She was slippery there. Definitely
slippery. He knew another red dot would be tattooed on his cock in a few
days time, She would be his.
His finger carried on, inching towards her clit, and found her cowl, the
protective flap of skin, covering her hard nub poking through. He touched it,
and felt her jerk in reaction. He caressed it again, now feeling her pressing
her mound against his tummy. He continued a slow gentle motion, strumming her
clitoris with feather light touches. Her breathing, now through her nose,
shortened in little puffs. She was going to cum. He was surprised it would be
so soon. Then she snorted, her cheek pressed against his chest, her eyes
screwed tight shut. She snorted a second time, then she came in a most
spectacular way, her soft calls of delight and gratification, told the
spectators how she felt at that moment, while her strongly clamping pussy told
Mike there was more to this child than he’d at first realised. She was going to
be one of those that wanted him to assist her regularly from now on. He would
have to talk to Katrin. He watched as she got out of the pool, on wobbly legs,
to sit with the others, near the hut.
“Well, Sarah,” he called out, would you like another practice swim,
before your mum arrives, so you can show her how well you’ve done?”
The beautiful little seven year old walked over and down the steps, Mike
stood in the pool, watching her little slit rock back and forth with her leg
movement. She lowered herself into the water, and pushed off, swimming the
crawl in a most basic fashion. But it was swimming. She swum twice round Mike
in a large circle, then back and sat on the steps with a huge smile on her
face. She’d done it. She could swim. She walked back up the steps, and ran to
her sister, who’d watched the whole thing, to tell her. Both girls would now
enjoy the pool party.
= 19 =
Tuesday Afternoon
Sammy returns – Alice is given a choice.
It was about four in the afternoon, Mike heard noises next door in the
Bennett’s property. He wasn’t sure if it was a delivery, or burglars, or the
bin men. He went to the fence, and looked over, just as Sammy’s face popped up
looking over. She grinned and kissed him.
“Mum’s home,” Sammy said, excitedly. “She’s home. She’s well too, I
think. The carer is with her now. Can I come round and see you. Oh, you’ve got
some friends with you. Who are they?” she asked, quizzically.
“Come round, Sammy, I will introduce you to everyone,” he said. “You’ll
know some of them, but you won’t know Katrin and her Mum. They’re from Estonia.
They live with me for the moment.”
There was a scraping of the fence boards, and Sammy appeared through the
hole the swinging planks had made.
“Hello, Sarah and Jenny, nice to see you,” she said. “We only met once.
You were just moving in across the road, last time I saw you.” She looked at
the two naked girls, and realised Mike had been up to his old tricks again. She
smiled.
“This is Alex and Katrin,” Mike said. She smiled at them, they looked
friendly. “Katrin is beautiful,” she thought to herself, as she looked at
Katrin’s lovely naked body, her full mound, her deep cleft so pronounced. “I
wonder if Mike will prefer her to me?” Her expression
wasn’t missed by Mike, who had half expected something of the sort and had been
watching Sammy.
A few minutes later, Mike heard a car pull up next door, and Sue and
Elsie’s excited voices could be heard moments later. He walked down the side of
the house and looked over the fence, as they collected their belongings from
the car boot. “How did they get on?” he asked Margaret Henderson. She turned
towards him, her beaming smile answering his question.
“They got into the county team, Mike,” she gushed. “Not only that,” she
continued, “They
both came first in their respective age groups. Their coach was amazed. He told
me he’d no idea they had improved so much. He’d expected them to fail. He
wanted to know how it had happened. Anyway, the girls and I have been having a
little talk.” Mike looked at the two sisters, who looked back a little
sheepishly. “I told them I knew they had been coming round to use your pool and
get coached by you.” She smiled again. “You should have seen their faces, when
they realised they’d been swimming nude in front of you, unnecessarily. Anyway,
Mike, I want to thank you, because not only have you helped them get in the
team, you’ve helped me see how I haven’t been the mother I should have been
recently.” She put a hand on his shoulder. The touch spoke far more than any
words would have done.
“Would you like to join us for some tea?” he asked. “We are about to
have some. We’re round the back on the patio. Alex and Katrin are back home, and Sammy too. I am sure they would love to hear how
Sue and Elsie got on. Alex has made some Estonian teacakes.”
“I’d be delighted,” said Margaret. “You girls go through with Mike. I’ll
just put your swimming costumes and towels into the washer. I’ll be five
minutes.”
Mike led the girls down the side of the house to the back. He introduced
Sue and Elsie to Alex and Katrin, although they had seen each other in passing,
when Mike had been away. They already knew Sarah, Jenny and Sammy from school.
Mike got some picnic chairs out from the back of the changing hut, and set them
up round the table. They’d just sat down, when Margaret appeared. Mike made the
introductions. He saw the raised eyebrows, when she saw Sarah and Jenny sitting
chatting to Sammy, without a stitch of clothing on. Alex saw the look too, and
said: “Alice, the new lady across the road, asked Mike to teach her girls to
swim. In less than an hour, he got them both swimming. He’s a very good
swimming coach, isn’t he? The only problem was, their costumes were far too
small, and made them sore, so they took them off. You don’t mind do you?”
“Oh, no,” spluttered Margaret, hearing the words from the translator,
“not at all.” Suddenly she grinned. “In fact, Mike saw my girls naked most of
the week, didn’t he, you two,” she peered at her daughters, frowning, but with
a kind smile. They giggled back.
Alex got up and announced she would put the teacakes into the oven. “The
mixture will be ready by now. They will be about half an hour. Alice should be
back about then. Why don’t you girls have another swim while you’re waiting?”
Sammy jumped up, and started to undress. “I’m so hot,“
she said, “we’ve been in the car all day. I’d love a swim.” In moments, she too
was naked. She ran for the pool, jumping in, her little bottom wobbling as it
disappeared into the water. Sarah and Jenny and Katrin were right behind her.
The four were splashing about with each other in no time. Sue looked at her
mother enquiringly. Margaret nodded. She too soon stripped off and joined the
others.
“What about you, Elsie?” asked Alex. “Don’t you want to go in?”
“Maybe,” she said carefully, “I want to use the loo though. Perhaps I’ll
go in later.” Margaret shrugged, and assumed her daughter didn’t want to be
seen naked in front of all these adults. She realised she was making excuses
for some reason.
Alex went into the kitchen, followed by Elsie. “What’s the real reason,
Elsie, darling? Why won’t you go in?”
“It’s because my bum is all sore,” she said, knowing Alex was one of the
few people she could have confessed this to, “with lots of red marks across it
from this morning. If I strip off Mum will see it, and ask questions. She might
find out what Mike did to me.”
Alex thought for a moment. She’d been a hairdresser and beautician
before she’d worked for her brother in Tallinn. “Quickly, let me pour this
mixture into the moulds, then we’ll go upstairs. I
think I can help.
A minute later, upstairs, Alex had got her bag out and asked Elsie to
strip off, and lay face down on the bed. “I have some very good makeup. They
use it in theatres. It’s waterproof, so when actors sweat, it won’t run. We’ll
use that. The only thing is, it has to be rubbed in
well. Let’s give it a try.”
Alex scooped a dollop of the pinkie brown grease, and spread it across
Elsie’s buttocks. She heard the child groan, as her sore marked lines were
manipulated with the rubbing. Soon the red lines started to disappear, and her
bum looked quite normal. Alex pressed her fingers inside the girl’s thighs,
where some bruising remained. She could see the soreness of her swollen vagina,
where her cherry had been taken only a few hours ago. “Do you want me to put
some on there,” she asked, dabbing her finger to Elsie’s entry. “It still looks
quite red.”
Without waiting for a reply, Alex started to rub a little of the makeup
around Elsie’s entry. She could see she was sore, so was gentle. The girl
closed her eyes, and almost immediately rocked her hips up to meet Alex’s
fingers. The Golden Lotion was still working, and the smallest touch on her
pussy, set the nine year old off again. Alex, of course, didn’t know anything
about the Golden Lotion, and was surprised when she realised she had a
climaxing child on the end of her fingers.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Alex said, taking her fingers way.
“No, don’t stop,” gasped the child. “Please don’t stop. She crashed into
a deeper orgasm when Alex’s experienced fingers resumed their massage of
Elsie’s clitty. Elsie shuddered on the bed, while Alex administered some very
expert manipulation to the girl. Katrin loved it when her mum did this to her.
After about five minutes, they heard Margaret calling from downstairs.
“I’ll go and stall her,” said Alex, “you come out and join the other
girls when you’re ready. The makeup has covered the marks. If you ever want to
come round and let me err,” she paused, smiling, “put more makeup on you, just let me know.” Elsie grinned back at her.
Alex walked down the stairs, finding Margaret standing in the sitting
room. “Is everything alright,” she asked. “It’s just that I thought I heard
Elsie cry out.”
“No,” said Alex, “she wanted to use the toilet. She was embarrassed
because everyone is using the one downstairs. She didn’t want to stink it out,
so she went upstairs. She might have dropped something.” A moment later, a
naked Elsie ran down the stairs, in between Alex and Margaret, carrying her
clothes. When the two women walked outside, there were now six naked preteens
in the water.
Mike looked at the scene. He would have loved to have dived into the
pool and join all the little girl flesh, but his enormous bulge, was only
covered with his thin speedos and a casual towel in his lap.
Alex sat down, thinking. Some things which Mike had said, and other
comments the girls had made were running through her head. She had a germ of an
idea. She would need Mike to do his investigating thing for her, to get some
answers, but the idea stuck in her mind. She would think on it. Mike would know
what to do. She’d bounce the idea off him later.
Just then, Alice appeared. She was smiling. Quick introductions were
made as she sat down. She glanced at the naked girls in the pool and simply
said: “They all seem to be enjoying themselves. I didn’t think those undersized
swimsuits would stay on long. I really must buy them some new ones.”
Alex got up, saying she would make the tea and prepare the teacakes.
Margaret, who was interested in cookery, asked if she could come in and help.
Mike and Alice were left alone, watching the girls playing in the pool.
“Your Sarah can swim now, Alice,” he said. “She needs a lot of practice,
but she’s OK without armbands, as long as someone is watching her. Jenny can
swim much better too. Again, she can now do the breaststroke and crawl, as you
can see, over there. She also needs lots of practice, but essentially she’s
there. If they come over a few times a week, I’ll teach them how to improve
their style. They’ll be proficient in no time at all.”
“I’m so grateful,” Alice said. “You’ve been very kind to me and my
girls. The swimming lessons, and the loan, even your advice.
I don’t know how to repay you, Mike.”
“Well there is a way,” he said, looking meaningfully at her. The way it
came out, she immediately assumed he wanted to have sex with her. Her eyes
clouded over. But instead, he continued: “I want to know you are looking after
those girls, Alice, I want to see you drive your life forward in a positive
way. You’ve had a bad knock, with your husband abandoning you without any
income. Tell me, Alice, what is the most valuable thing you have?” he asked
unexpectedly.
“Err,” she started, thinking it a strange question.
“Well,” he interrupted, “I would say it’s your
girls, right?” she nodded. It was true. “I don’t have any children yet, but
what I do have is close friends of all ages. Like you and Alex, and your
daughters. I see them as family. They are my most valuable asset. Without them,
my life would be empty.”
“But we only met today,” she interspersed.
“So what?” he responded. “I probably know more about you than people
you’ve known for twenty years.” What he didn’t say was that before he moved to
the neighbourhood, he’d done extensive research into the people immediately around
his house. He had looked at, and rejected ten other possible places to live.
This one was ideal.
She gave him a condescending smile. “Don’t be silly what do you know
about…..”
“You were born on 7th June 1986 in Carlisle,” he rattled out from memory.
“Your father was an engineer, your mother a teacher. I won’t bore you with what
your grandfather did in the war, other than he deserved his award for bravery.
You have a degree in social sciences, taken at Newcastle University. You
married at St.
“Let me fill you in on some bits you don’t. Last week, you were recorded
on C.C.T.V. on
the street in
By this time, Alice was sitting shaking. She’d known Mike knew a lot
about what she’d done, he’d said as much this morning.
“But I have some good news for you. Look.” He spun his laptop around,
pressed a few icons, and a clip showing her nefarious activity of a week ago
appeared on the screen. The microphone had clearly picked up the various
conversations.
“Why is this good news, Mike? You have cast iron video proof of what I
did last week. If the police got hold of that, I would lose the kids and
possibly end up in jail.”
“That’s the point, Alice,” he said quietly. “I have the proof, not the
police, or the local authorities, …. or the child welfare department,” he added unnecessarily. “I
have wiped their files. I have the only copy, right here,” he added, pointing
at his laptop. “If we’re a close knit family, your secret’s safe with me. As I
said a few minutes ago, I see you and the girls as my family, the same as Sue,
Elsie and Margaret, or Sammy and her mum. Did you know she’s just come out of
rehab? Guess who arranged for that to be funded?”
“But, there’s something else I know about you, Alice,” he went on, “why
you had to move away from Sale in Cheshire a couple of years back.” Suddenly
she went deathly pale. “The social services report …”
“There was never any proof about that,” she stuttered.
“Maybe not,” he continued, “but a sworn affidavit stating you’d been
having an incestuous relationship with your two boys is pretty strong stuff.
That’s why your husband has custody of them, not you. The social services seem
to have lost their file on it. Oops, it must have happened when I went into
their secure system for a look around! It seems I have the only surviving copy
of that as well. So more good news.”
“What are you driving at Mike?” she asked in an inquisitive tone, “I
mean, if you were going to report me you would have already done it, wouldn’t
you?”
“Yes, I suppose so,” he agreed, “but as I said, I want us all to be one
happy family. So, Alice, I’ve got a proposal for you.” He looked at her
steadily. “What if I could fix it for you to have your boys back, so you can
fuck them as often as you, and they, like?” She licked her lips. Mike let that
one sink in for a moment. He could see he’d scored with that idea.
“But what about my husband?” she asked, reasonably. “He won’t just hand
them over because you happen to have deleted a social services file. Will he?”
“No, that’s true, unless there’s something in it for him too,” he
explained. “What if he came and lived here too. He would be able to support you
again.”
“God no,” she hissed. “Look what happened to me last time. I ended up in
hospital. He nearly killed me, Mike. I couldn’t go through that again.”
“Of course not,” he continued, “that’s why we give him what he wants. He
needs a special type of woman. A woman who likes being hit, or tied up, or
dresses up and gets all kinky for him, and plays dangerous games with polybags.
And I know just the person.”
She sat, wide eyed, her mouth open. He knew everything smutty about her
and her husband,
“Who have you got in mind, this special woman?” she asked.
“Margaret, of course,” he answered. Alice gasped.
“No, she’s a church goer,” she stated. “I’ve seen the vicar here
visiting her.”
“Guess what they do when he comes round, Alice? It sure isn’t bible
reading and prayer! It’s more like biblical retribution. Anyway,” he went on,
“I know things about Margaret that would make your hair curl. She’s not the
saint you think. She’ll agree alright.”
It took her a moment to digest all this. Finally, she looked at him and
said: “OK,” she paused, “I get my boys back. My husband gets a whipping woman
and sticks around paying the bills. What do you get, Mike? I mean in return for
your silence, about my naughty past, what is your proposal?”
“Oh, two things, really,” he said brightly. “Firstly, Alex would like to
join you and fuck your boys as well. She’s very fond of little boys and I did
promise to see if I could find some nice cock for her. Perhaps you could have a
foursome with her. And secondly,” he continued, “I want to do to your girls
what you’re going to do to your boys, from time to time.”
Alice was stunned. At first she didn’t believe her ears, then she couldn’t process the information. Then she went
through a series of emotions, all in less than a minute. She was horrified,
then revolted, then angry, then calm, and finally excited. She just sat there
thinking it through, and realised his proposal wasn’t
as outrageous as it sounded. It would solve all her problems. Every way she
looked at it,
“How often, you know, how often would you want them?” she asked. “I
mean, they’re only seven and eight.” Mike already knew from her choice of words
that she had agreed, even if she didn’t realise it herself, yet.
“Oh not very often,” he said gently. “I have my Katrin and Sammy and Emma
to look after, as well as Elsie and Sue. No it won’t be too often, maybe just
three or four times a week each. But, Alice, I promise you this, I know exactly
what I’m doing with little girls, so I will make it good for them. They will
want to do it. It will be nice for them, I promise you.”
“Do you want me to talk to them?” she asked, her words finally
confirming her agreement, “you know, explain what will be happening.”
“Only if you feel you want to, Alice,” he replied, “I wouldn’t bother,
let things run their course. You can perhaps let them know you’re happy with
things, after their first time. I will get to know them, make them feel
comfortable with me, work on them slowly. I won’t force them in any way. We’ll
only do it if they want to, OK?”
She felt happier with that. Her girls wouldn’t be forced, raped, or
traumatised. He would seduce them gradually. But to be able to fuck her boys
again, she would have agreed to him doing anything to the girls.
= 20 =
Tuesday late Afternoon
Margaret is saved and agrees.
A few minutes later, the gate to the side of the house creaked open, and
Emma came trotting through. Her brown tan spoke volumes about her recent
holiday in Andalusia.
“Hi, Emms,” cried Sammy from the middle of the
pool, “come on in and join us, this is Katrin,” she made the introductions,
“she’s from Estonia, after you, she’s my new bestest
friend. You already know Sue and Elsie from school. These two are Sarah and
Jenny. They’ve just moved in across the road. That’s their mum with Mike. She’s
nice, her name is Alice. Hurry up and jump in.”
Alice watched, as the girl stripped off her clothes right in front of
Mike, then came and kissed him full on his lips, turned, gave her bottom a
seductive wiggle, and jumped into the water.
“Another of your conquests?” enquired Alice, with a smirk.
“Not yet, but she will be in a day or so,” he confirmed. “She’s also
going to model for me in the studio. She’s very pretty without her clothes on,
wouldn’t you agree?” She nodded absently. “I’ll get her to teach your girls how
to model their bodies for my camera.” A fluttering tingle passed through
Alice’s pussy at those words. She wondered if he would be willing to photograph
her boys as well.
Alex and Margaret appeared from the house, carrying trays, loaded with
drinks and teacakes and sat around the table. The girls, seeing the food,
scrambled out of the water, and ran to the table, showering the seated adults
in water. Each of them grabbed a teacake and they sat cross legged on their
towels, on the floor, giggling together, as little girls do.
The teacakes were a resounding success. The mixture had ingredients no
one could identify, but the honey and raisins gave them an exquisite flavour,
and the girls kept coming back for more. They were soon all gone, and the girls
craved for more. Mike watched, as their little pussies opened and closed with
their movements. All of them saw him looking, none of them minded at all.
Alex asked Mike if he would help clear away some things, while she went
to the kitchen to check on the next batch of teacakes in the oven. These had
chocolate and cinnamon in them. He entered the kitchen, and Alex beamed at him.
“Mike I have the most wonderful idea.” She’d been bursting to tell him
all afternoon. “Listen, why don’t we get Alice’s husband,
He quickly explained he’d had the same idea, and already spoken to
Alice. “She’s happy to let you have her boys, Alex.” She went still, listening
intently to what he said. “She likes to fuck them both too, though, so you will
have to share them. Fancy four in a bed?” he teased.
“So, back to your idea, what about Margaret?” he asked, “have you said anything to her?”
She nodded, smiling a cheeky smile. “Oh yes, she agreed alright, but I
managed to get her to agree to more.” He raised his eyebrow in question. “I
asked her if she’d ever fancied having sex with one of her girls in the bed
with her. Her reaction told me she’d like that very much, but wasn’t that
illegal? Only if someone finds out, I said. I told her that
“What’s that, Alex?” he asked.
“Well she told me she’d made a transfer to Rev. Phuqup
from her bank today. She’s mortgaged the house and given him the lot. After I
told her about
“Of, fuck,” exploded Mike. He grabbed his laptop, and ran for the table.
He opened, and signed into the secure part of the Minskyovski
Bank. The pass codes, fortunately, still worked. He was into the bank system.
He drilled down, across, sideways, working his way through the international
banking networks, into London, then her bank, until he finally found her
account. The transfer had been completed, totalling £225K. He dug deeper, and
found the Rev. Phuqup’s recipient account. It had
been closed already. Five other large amounts had been transferred today also.
Other female victims, he assumed. The whole lot,
valued at over £1.5M gone, puff. Next he drilled further into the network, and
saw there was an incompleted transfer in place to the
Caymen Islands. Without a moment’s hesitation, he
clicked on it, froze it, then diverted it into an
account MI5 used when they found laundered international funds. He quickly
e-mailed
“How are those teacakes coming along, Alex? I’m famished. Do you know, I
really, really need a long fuck with at least two or three of my little girls.”
They both laughed.
Mike and Alex went outside and joined the others, watching the girls
still splashing in the pool. “More teacakes, girls,” called Alex. “Come and get
them!” There was a rush as the seven beautiful, naked girls flew from the pool
for the treat Alex had created for them. They’d so loved the first batch, they wanted to try the next. They weren’t
disappointed. They were delicious. Soon, though, they were back in the pool.
“It looks like our pool party has started a day early,” said Mike. “It’s
good to see the kids enjoying themselves.” They chatted for a while. During a
pause, he said: “I see your friend, Rev. Fuckup has
done a runner with well over a million in other people’s money, Margaret.”
She went deathly pale at his comment. “You don’t mean…?” she asked.
“Yes,” he confirmed with a nod, “including your quarter of a million,
Margaret.” Alice and Alex were listening in closely.
“Oh my
“What you’re going to do Margaret,” he looked at her steadily, “is thank
me for being able to intercept it for you. A few minutes later, and the money
would have been in the Caymans. I managed to redirect it to a safe account in
London. There will be a few day’s delay, while true
ownership is verified, but it will be returned to you in due course.”
A look of relief washed over her face. “Oh thank
“Let Sue and Elsie do that for you, Margaret,” he said, giving her a
meaningful grin.
She rolled her eyes, and nodded, smiling now. “For a quarter of a mill,
that’s the very least I can do.”
A few minutes later, Margaret looked at her watch and said she needed to
go. Alice echoed her comment and in a few minutes, they had corralled and
dressed their girls, and left. Mike noticed they both went across the road to
Alice’s house. He assumed to discuss how to deal with Alice’s ex,
Alex and Mike sat, watching Sammy, Katrin and Emma splash about, but
soon they came out of the water. They’d been in most of the afternoon, and time
was getting on. They stood round Alex and Mike, chattering, as they dried off
their naked skin.
“What time do you have to be home, Emma?” asked Alex. Sammy and Emma
glanced at each other and giggled.
“Go on,” smiled Mike, “what have you two been up to?”
“Err,” said Sammy, “Emms told her mum she’s
having a two night sleepover with me, tonight and tomorrow.” She grinned at
Emma as she continued: “And I’ve told Mum’s carer I’m having a sleepover at Emm’s.”
Mike grinned at Alex. “So what you’re saying,” he looked at them, “is
you’re both having a two night sleepover here.”
Both smiled again, and nodded their heads, “uhh
hah.”
“Mike,” said Sammy, “do you still like me?”
“What sort of a question is that, my darling,” replied Mike., “Of course I do. Whatever made you ask such a thing.”
“You haven’t kissed me, or cuddled me, or touched me, ever since I got
home,” she said plaintively.
“Oh darling,” he said, reaching his hands out towards her. “Come here.”
The truth of the matter was, he hadn’t touched her,
because previously she’d had the Golden Lotion inside her, pushing her sex
drive. He wasn’t entirely sure how she now felt about him. She shuffled
forward, her legs either side of Mike’s knees, before she sat on him, her arms
now around his neck, cuddling him close. Mike reached down and cupped her
bottom in his hands, feeling her well formed buttocks, his finger tips straying
into her valley, her rosebud spread by her open legs.
Sammy leaned back a few inches, and looked him in the eyes, and then
slowly moved her lips to his, their mouths opening in a loving kiss, which went
on and on, their tongues intertwining. Sammy reached down, and without any
preamble, pushed her hand into his speedos, grabbing his cock and pulling it
out. Her other hand pushed the material down out of the way. She tried to lift
herself off him, so she could push him under her, but her little legs weren’t
long enough. Realising what she wanted, he lifted her bodily under her bum.
She pushed him back, feeling him nestle into her entry. Gently, he
lowered her down, feeling his cock dip into her, ripping his foreskin back.
Suddenly, they were wet and slimy, as his pre-cum was released into her
passage. He lifted half an inch and lowered her again, feeling his crown start
it’s journey into her vagina, her tight, tight, vagina, her passage parting,
peeling open, welcoming him in, where she’d wanted it all these weeks since she
last saw him.
He hit her end, his crown pushed against her cervix. They paused for a
moment, while she adjusted, dilating, enjoying. He then slowly lifted her up
with his hands under her buttocks, until she almost popped out of him. After a
moment, he let her down again and she slid smoothly the length of his rock hard
cock, her perineum resting firmly on his pubis. Up she went again, easier,
quicker, slipperier, nicer. Very soon, she was
bouncing up and down his shaft. She had long since descended into a crashing
climax, while her vagina clamped again and again on his cock.
Mike, who was still locked mouth to mouth with Sammy, opened his eyes,
and looked passed her. Katrin and Emma were both
sitting in one of the chairs together, watching him fuck their friend. They had
their hands in each other’s pussies, rubbing gently, encouraging arousal,
climax and deep pleasure. Both knew that before the day was out, they too would
be offered their turn. Both knew their lives, and the lives of their neighbour
friends, had changed today. They were going to be happy and contented, and it
was all because of Mike. Alex too was so happy. She had lived in terror for
many years. Her life in
It wasn’t long, before He felt the early signs of his orgasm approaching
in a rush. He felt the pressure deep down in his prostate, then his lower cock
and balls, then his crown and suddenly he exploded deep into Sammy’s womb,
pulse after pulse. The child was moaning continuously a language even she
wouldn’t have understood, her breathing a series of little pants, through her
nose, where a trail of runny snot slipped down her cheek. They finally
finished. Neither wanting to end it, neither moving, while they felt his
tumescent cock slowly wither and shrink.
At last, she expelled him with a little clench. Mike immediately lifted
her up, one hand on each of her hips. “Put your knees on my legs, Sammy,” he
instructed her, “kneel on me.” She adopted the position, her hands on his
shoulders for support, not knowing why, and was taken a little by surprise when
Alex’s mouth clamped over the whole of her pussy, and started to suck her. She
could feel Alex’s tongue delving into her, reaching in
as far as it could, scooping out the nectar of love, before diving back in for
more. Certainly Sammy and Emma looked at each other, a silent communication
passing between them. They both knew they loved this brave new world they’d
discovered together, and wanted to learn all it could teach them.
= 21 =
Tuesday Evening
A quiet evening in – Emma finally loses her cherry.
A little later, the evening air getting cold, they went inside. Mike got
the pizza menu out, and they ordered in. It arrived half an hour later, and
they enjoyed their feast, while watching Frozen 2 on his huge screen. As
always, he was amazed how the Disney artists got away with making their little
girl heroes look so sexy. He remembered their namesakes, Elsa and Ana in Minsk
and wondered how they and their mothers were getting on now that he’d improved
their lot. He hoped one day to see them again. Certainly he looked forward to
being inside them again.
As soon as the food had gone, Katrin had sat on Mike’s lap, leaning back
against his chest, holding his hands with hers, pressing him to her naked mons,
feeling his finger tips gently dip into her dimple and play a tune on her
clitty. So good. She sighed with contentment when she
gently came. Just a
gentle one. She leaned back, turning her head and whispered into
his ear in Russian, not wanting the other girls to hear. He nodded. She knew
what to do.
Returning a minute or two later, she resumed her seat in his lap, and
slipped the vibrator onto the seat beside his leg. No one else had taken any
notice of her. Neither did anyone notice Mike lift her gently, while she
positioned his cock at the entry to her anus. The KY Jelly she’d just squirted
into her bum and the added pre-cum from his cock ensured she slipped down his
cock without friction, although she was as tight as fuck, especially when she
clenched, which she did often just to tease him.
The movie continued until the cold adventurers beat all the baddies and
won the day. In a distinctively typical Disney ending.
Mike leaned forward, and whispered into Katrin’s ear. She nodded and grabbed a
cushion in one hand, the vibrator in the other. Clasping one arm around her
tummy and the other across her chest, Mike stood up and walked across the room.
At this point, none of the others knew what they’d been doing throughout the
film. Moving to the table, he waited while she placed the cushion over the end.
He lowered her down, her belly resting on the cushion.
Then, without a pause, he pulled out and thrust back into her, his
thighs slapping into her buttocks, his balls swinging up, under her, into her
mound, Out again and back in. In three cycles, he was
at full pace, the slap, slapping getting louder, her grunts deeper, his long thick cock filling her. She then reached down, the
vibrator ready, and pressed the tip to her cunt. Each time he thrust into her,
it pushed her forward, slipping the toy little by little into her, further and
further. She felt it hit her end, an inch from full depth. She found the switch
and flicked it on, immediately jerking with the stimulation. Katrin enjoyed the
joys of sex and certainly she enjoyed variety. She knew she loved it when he
fucked her pussy, or gave her a sixty nine, or, like now, buggered her up the
bum. But, she also was becoming aware of something else. It was something she’d
heard Sammy and Emma talking about what they’d done that had sparked her
interest. She asked them, and rather than being coy, had immediately invited
her to join them in some of their girl on girl action, which they’d been doing
for two or three years. “Mike won’t mind,” Sammy had said, grinning, “In fact
if he can photograph it, he’d probably encourage it.”
Just then, Katrin felt the signs inside her. It was going to be a goody,
but she didn’t want him to cum in her bum. Not this time, anyway. She told him
in Russian what she wanted. She quickly pulled out the vibrator and dropped it
onto the floor. Mike pulled out of her bum, and almost without pause, thrust
straight into her cunt, full depth. Two thrusts later, Katrin erupted. “oooohhhh, aahhhhhh,
nnngggghhhhhh, ddaaaaaaaaa,”
she uttered. No one needed to speak Russian for a translation. But at the same
time, air escaped from her rectum in a long sounding fart, which could have
warned shipping in thick fog.. Mike was not put off
his stride. Two strokes later, he blasted into her, his hips thrusting slowly
back and forth, as he pulsed out his orgasm, his cock still squirting into the
child. She farted several times in time with his thrusts. They paused for a
minute or two, and eventually, he slipped from her. She immediately rolled over
on to her back, clutching her knees to her chest, her swollen pudenda thrusting
out between her thighs, now pulled apart as far as she could. Another little
wet “pharp” came from her, as her bum had the last
word.
Alex stepped forward, and again encompassed her daughter’s pussy with
her mouth, a sucking sound, interspersed with lapping, the only noise, while
her tongue excavated the juices she so desired from her little girl. Mike now
understood why Katrin had turned over at the last minute. This had been
pre-arranged. Emma had been dumb struck several times in the afternoon,
particularly the last couple of hours. She’d seen her best friend fucked, not
for a new mobile phone or financial inducement, but because she simply wanted
to do it. She’d then seen the Estonian girl, Katrin fucked in her bum, and she
even looked like she’d enjoyed it too. Emma was eight, nearly nine. She knew
she was precocious, but this group were showing her things beyond her
experience and imagination. She knew she had a choice to make. She could join
in, or make her excuses and go. But she already knew which choice it would be,
and something inside her, told her it would be tonight.
They had a really relaxing evening, watching some movie, they’d all
forgotten about by the morning. Perhaps it had been eclipsed by what happened
later on.
No one had said they were all going to sleep together in Mike’s huge
bed, neither had anyone said Emma was going to lose her virginity. But everyone
knew both would happen as night follows day. As the forgettable film drew to a
close, Mike found he had Sammy’s head in his lap, her feet at one end of the
settee, and Emma’s, her feet at the other. He gently caressed and fondled them,
almost absently, feeling them quiver from time to time, as they gently came in
quiet little shudders, each of them holding his hands, pressing him to them, in
case he might take them away. Katrin was cuddled up in a single armchair with
Alex, naked, mother and daughter both asleep, contentment on their faces. Neither stirred when Katrin let go a bubbly, loud, smelly fart from
time to time. A small pool of semen dribbling onto
Alex’s lap.
Mike shook awake the two little girls in his lap. They too had drifted
to sleep. He lifted them into a sitting position, while they came to and stood
to wake Alex. They made their way upstairs, and into the bathroom, each
brushing teeth, washing faces, having a pee, while chatting about the following
day’s pool party, BBQ and sleepover.
“Mike,” Sammy said, suddenly, as they were climbing into the big bed, ”could I ask a friend to come over to the party tomorrow?
She lives next door to me, on the other side. She’s only eight, but she is so
lonely, she doesn’t have many friends at school. Her name is Lucy. Her mum’s
not very well. She has a five year old sister called Linda.”
Mike knew all about Lucy and her sister. His research before moving in
had placed her as his final target in his web of little girls. He’d not made
any move on her yet, as he’d had plenty to do with the others. Lucy Hunter,
shy, very small for her age. Only 3 ft 6 inches tall and 42
lbs weight. She’d been tested for growth hormone deficiency, which had
been negative. She was just small. She had a deceptively plain face, with
mousey brown hair. Given the right hairdresser and makeup, Mike knew she could
look a beauty. Sammy had confirmed what he’d suspected,
she was bullied at school, making her quiet and insular. A
perfect pædophile’s target. Mike had wondered
how he was going to be able to suggest Lucy might like to come round and meet
his cock. Sammy had kindly offered to do it for him. It wouldn’t be too long
before Linda became a focus of his attention, either. In fact short of fucking
her, just yet, on account of her age, she already qualified for most of his
other interests.
“Sure, Sammy,” said Mike casually, as he lay down in the middle of the
bed, pulling Emma in to his side. “If she’s a friend of yours, she would be
very welcome. Do you want to ask her mum to come round for coffee in the
morning, so she can meet us all? Maybe she’d like to stay on for the
sleepover.”
“Thanks, Mike,” said Sammy, while she watched Mike roll Emma, face down,
on top of his chest. She could see the tip of his cock sticking up in the air,
between the cheeks of her bottom a couple of inches. “Everyone at school is so
unkind to her. She needs some friends and I hope everyone will like her
tomorrow.”
“Do you think she’d like to do what we’re doing?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she answered seriously, “she’s only eight, but she’s
ever so small. There are six year olds at school bigger than her.”
“Yes I know,” he said pensively, thinking her pussy would hopefully be
that of an eight year old, but the rest of her body that of one much younger.
His cock surged at the idea, pre-cum running down his cock into the valley of
Emma’s bum. He knew now he was definitely going to have a go at Lucy. He’d find
out for himself, soon enough. “Maybe, she’s too little,” he continued in a
neutral tone. “We’ll wait and see.”
Mike had his hands clasped over Emma’s buttocks, his fingers exploring
her crack continuously, from the dimple at the top, down over her anus, making
her clench nicely, then over her smooth perineum, on across the dip of her
vagina, now waiting for him, through her slick cleft, her labia pressing
against each side of his fingers, and teased her clitty, making her clench, yet
again, before commencing the slow return journey.
Emma had always thought of herself as a clever girl. She’d always tried
to manipulate Sammy into doing whatever she wanted. She’d observed a different
Sammy, though, when she’d taken the lead, and got her phone from Mike, did all
those nude modelling sessions, let him tie her up in a really kinky sexy
session, and finally let him fuck her. Emma had wanted one of those phones too,
and would have let Mike have her like Sammy had done, before she realised, with
a shock, that in fact Sammy hadn’t done it for the phone at all, although she
did want one. She’d done it, because she wanted Mike to fuck her and let him
think it was just for the phone. She realised there was more to Sammy than
she’d previously thought.
By now, Emma was beyond rational thought. Certainly
not about Sammy or phones. She could feel Mike’s crown pressing into her
entry. She could feel her pussy bulging, as his hard cock tried to slip into
her. She could feel the slipperiness of his pre-cum mixing with her own
arousal, his tip slipping a fraction into her, a tingle shooting from deep
inside her up to her tummy. She felt herself ease slightly and him push to fill
the void. And again, then it was very tight in her entry, almost painful. She
thought he would split her. Then the pressure went, as he popped inside her,
his rim nestled into her. Suddenly sooo
good. He paused. She thought he was going to stop there, when she felt
him pull back a fraction and push again and back. Micro
thrusts, building up. Suddenly, she felt her clit being dragged along by
his shaft. Her tingling increased, so nice; better than when she played with
herself. Much better.
Emma always took a long time to cum, but when she did, it was always
intense, worth the wait, and that was the case now. She had felt the tingles
and occasional spikes of pleasure, but knew her climax was almost here, just
not quite yet. Mike pushed into her again and again, her clitty telling her it
liked this, a lot. Her cherry telling her it didn’t, as he bounced off it hard
now. Suddenly she was cuming. Everything tensed up. Amazing, wonderful feelings
swept through her tummy, pussy, bum and thighs. Coloured lights flashed behind
her pretty, screwed up eyes. Then he paused once more. But this time, she was
aware he was inside her. All the way inside her,
nudging her deepest part which just now had itched so much, and now felt good,
so very good.
She opened her eyes, and looked at him, seeing him smile back at her,
knowing he’d just popped her cherry, and he’d not hurt her at all, and now it
was going to be so good, she just knew. She looked to the side, where her best
friend, Sammy was cuddled up to her and Mike. She could see he had a hand
between her thighs, his fingers exploring her, making her feel good too. Sammy
smiled back at her friend, both girls knowing how important this moment was.
Emma looked the other way, where Katrin was also cuddled to her and
Mike; his hand also between her thighs, moving rhythmically, she humping her
hips in time. Behind Katrin, her mum was cuddled into her daughter. There was
movement between them. Emma couldn’t see exactly what was happening.
It was then, that Emma felt Mike start his thrusting. He pulled back,
she needed him in her, then suddenly she was full,
then out again and back. In moments, he was pounding into her, and as he did, so the feelings deep inside got better, stronger more…
more…. “Ahhhhhhhh,” she uttered through cleched teeth, “nnnnnggggghhhhhhh,
yyyesssssss, ahhhhhhhhhh, ooohhhhhhhhh,fffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuck
me. Yeeeessssss.” The intensity and magnitude of her climax overwhelmed
her. She was swept along on a tide of pleasure for minute after minute. So good. Her climax had taken her completely by surprise.
They had always been long in coming. She always knew they were approaching, and
yet she’d just cum in moments of him starting to fuck her properly. Not just
that, but it had been the best cum of her life, by a mile. Fuck she wanted that
again. Mike had slowed, almost stopping, as the final tingles of her colossal
orgasm eased off. Then he started again. Slow at first, building speed as he
went. To Emma this felt nice, comforting almost soothing, as his nice long cock
pushed in and out of her, nudging her deepest part. She was sure she wouldn’t
cum a second time, but she knew he must cum too. It was only fair.
He got quicker and harder, more insistent. She felt his throb once,
twice. Then she felt him pulse into her deep, deep into her. And
again, then, without any warning, a massive orgasm, much bigger than the first
overwhelmed her. The surges of pleasure which swept through her over and
over, were beyond her wildest imagination. As he
thrust into her, so another surge of delight swept through her muscles, and
again and again. It just kept coming as she kept cuming. She almost passed out,
it was just so good. So fucking good. Now she
understood what Sammy just couldn’t explain to her all those weeks ago. Emma
didn’t remember anything after that. She fell asleep. Mike was still inside
her, his final little dry clenches still feeling good. At last, it ended.
“She’s asleep, Alex,” he said quietly, “do you want to take over? I’ll
look after Sammy now, it is her turn.”
There was some shuffling around, as they manoeuvred Emma off Mike, and
across, Katrin to Alex, where she spread eagled the child, still sound asleep,
so she could get her mouth right across her whole pussy and suck her out with
her mouth and tongue. Meanwhile, Sammy climbed on top of Mike, cuddled in to
him, and fell asleep, knowing she would be able to fuck him herself in a few
hours. Katrin who had watched all this from the side,
still had a tingling in her bum. She could feel semen seeping from her pussy even
now. It throbbed again. Her arousal building. She was
nine years old. She had just watched Emma her eight year old best friend lose
her virginity to him. Another girl, who she also counted as a good friend, now,
was lying on him, her pussy pressed to him, waiting her turn, and here she lay,
already waiting for him too. As far as Katrin was concerned, life was good and
getting better.
“Are you still awake?” Mike asked Katrin, his hands resting on the
globes of her bottom, her buttocks clenching when his finger tip passed over
her rosebud, pressing in. “Sammy and Emma are out for the count. You looking forward to the sleepover?”
“Hmm,” she said, “I can’t wait, why?”
“Well, I might need your help,” he went on, “looking after the little
ones, you know, Lucy, Sarah and Jenny, the seven and
eight year olds. And even little five year old Linda”
“Do you want me to keep them out of the way, while you do stuff to the
older girls?”
“No, not at all, quite the reverse,” he grinned, “I want you to help me
get between their legs, and into their panties, all of them, as soon as
possible. Now let’s get a couple of hours sleep, we’ve got a long night ahead
of us, if you’re up for it.” Katrin grinned in the dark, he was such a perv.
She liked Mike a lot. He was real fun. She knew the following day was going to
be incredibly good fun too, sexy and exciting. All the girls knew it.
= 22 =
Wednesday Early
Sammy woke at dawn. She wasn’t sure why. She always slept until much
later. Then she felt it. Mike’s cock twitched, then again. He was deep inside
her, where he’d been when they’d finally fallen asleep after that wonderful
long, long fuck they’d had in the middle of the night. Sammy had woken when
Katrin had cried out, as she’d had the most intense climax. When the Estonian
girl had slipped out of the bed to go to the loo, clutching her pussy, Sammy
had taken her place on Mike, falling quickly to sleep again, as she waited for
him to recover enough to give her another great shag.
Mike loved looking at, molesting and fucking sleeping girls. He always
had. It just rang his bell for some reason. It was one of the reasons he’d
wanted the sleepover, so he could sneak in and do whatever opportunity
presented. He knew Sammy was fast asleep now. She’d fallen into a deep sleep
the moment her climax had waned, even before he’d finished cuming inside her
himself. He hunched his hips a little, feeling his cock grow again inside the
nine year old, stretching her, filling her. He hadn’t needed to hunch his hips
a second time, his cock didn’t need waking up.
Sammy felt him growing inside her. He felt so good. He twitched a couple
of times, his end swelling inside her. Pushing against her
itchy spot, stretching her. So nice, so good.
It was all she could do, not to move, or clench, or breath differently. Sooo gooood. Then it got harder. Both his cock, and her ability to hide that she was awake. He nudged
her microscopically then again and again, moving against her end, his thick
crown pushing against that itch. So good.
Mike was having trouble holding back. She was so tight on his cock when
he grew in her. He so wanted to thrust, but she was asleep. It made it so much
better. Her cervix was pressing against him, it’s
rubbery texture enveloping his end in such a sensual caress. This one wouldn’t take
long, nor did he want it to. It was time to get up. Much to
do. He reached out and soon found the spread thighs of Katrin and Emma.
He slipped his fingers into them both. Emma’s pussy and
Katrin’s bum. Both were still sticky with semen, but now nearly dry. But
it was enough to send him over the edge and in a moment he was spurting over
and over into her immature womb, pulsing deep into her. “Why wasn’t every man
in the world a pedo?” he thought, “cunts squeezing cocks as tight as this one
did, just made it so good, there was simply nothing to beat it.”
Sammy had to hold her breath when Mike suddenly blasted into her. She
pretended she nearly woke, by snuffling and stirring, but putting on a heavy
breathing act afterwards. She had cum, but not like before. She was so
sensitive down there now. She felt Mike pull from her, just as she was about to
really cum properly, roll her to the side, and slip out of the bed. She needed
the vibrator urgently. Where had Katrin put it? Of course, she remembered, it
was on the bedside locker, just in reach. By now, Mike had pulled on his
running kit, and the moment he was out of the door, she grabbed the toy,
switched it on, and shoved it into her pussy. Mike having just pulled out of
her, she didn’t need to work it in. Her dilation and his semen ensured it slid
slowly but surely all the way in. She fumbled for the switch, cursing herself
for taking so long. Then the instant it started to buzz, she came. Oh how she
came. She couldn’t remain quiet, and her muffled moans woke Alex, who instantly
realising what was happening, took charge. She pushed Sammy’s hand out of the
way, and holding the toy, moved it expertly round, rotating it back and forth
and pushing it in and out, gently.
Sammy gasped. She had only ever previously had a lesbian experience with
her best friend, Emma, and somehow that didn’t count. Nevertheless, she rolled
towards Alex, and without thinking, reached for her pussy. The next twenty
minutes would remain in her mind for the rest of her life, and repeated from
time to time with both Alex, and then other older women.
= 23 =
Wednesday Morning
Meeting Jane and her daughters Lucy and Linda
Mike returned from his run forty minutes later. He waved at Margaret,
who was looking out of her upstairs window. She waved back and smiled down at
him. A very different woman to the one he’d met just a few days ago. He filled
the coffee machine and switched it on, then went out and swept around the pool
and did the regular pool maintenance. When he went inside, and started
breakfast, he could hear movement upstairs. The ladies of the house were awake.
Shortly after they’d eaten, Katrin and Alex, together with Sammy, went
to speak to Lucy’s mother, and invite her round for coffee. She, Lucy and
little Linda returned with them a few minutes later. It was obvious the woman
was as nervous as Lucy. A real church mouse. Her name
was Jane Hunter. She was plain, like her child, a real plain Jane. She wore no
make up, or hairstyling. And yet, she had good skin tone and bone structure.
She could make something of herself if she chose to do so. Mike got the
impression that although she’d lived in the road a few years, his was the first
neighbour’s house she’d set foot in.
Mike’s research had told him her bully of a husband was in prison for
fraud just now. He was the sort to continuously tell her how useless and ugly
she was. The Hunters had some money, from a legacy her mother had left her, but
not a lot for luxuries. He knew Jane had been seeing a self-esteem counsellor
for a couple of years. He also knew why her husband had been caught by the
police. And, she didn’t actually need a councillor.
This was the first chance Mike had had to study Lucy closely. She was
indeed tiny. Eight years old, and yet had he seen her in the street, he would
have put her at no more than six, possibly seven. And Mike was an expert. She
looked like she was on the point of developing slight curves, but she was so
small, it might be his imagination.
Sammy and Emma already knew Lucy and Linda from school. After raiding
Mike’s fridge for the stock of ice cream, they went outside into the garden.
Alex told Jane a little of herself, how she had moved to England from Estonia
recently, after she’d met Mike and then they’d set up house together. They
explained that Katrin, who was now enrolled to join the same school, which
started back next week, wanting to get to know the neighbourhood girls, was
having a pool party, BBQ and sleepover, later that day. Sammy had suggested her
friend would like to join them. Jane fidgeted with her hands for a minute,
clearly trying to think of a reason to refuse.
“The new girls across the road, Sarah and Jenny as well as Sue and Elsie
will be there,” added Alex. You are welcome to join us for the afternoon and
BBQ, if you like. Bring Linda as well.” Not being able to come up with a
plausible excuse, she agreed they would come.
They sipped their coffee and chatted. Slowly, Jane relaxed and told them
a little of her past. She said she had studied accountancy at college, whereas
Mike knew she had in fact studied algorithmic computer science. She had a cover
job as a bookkeeper. She had a hobby as a watercolour artist. She showed some
interest in Mike’s hobby as a photographer. He showed her some examples of his
competition entries.
“I’m very keen on portrait photography,” he said, at last. “If you would
like me to take Lucy and Linda’s portraits, there’d be no charge.”
“Thank you,” replied Jane, “that would be nice.”
The conversation carried on. About an hour later, Alex came out of the
house with some snacks. As if by magic, the four girls reappeared and tucked in
to the food. “I thought we would have an early light lunch,” said Alex, “so the
girls don’t eat too much before swimming.”
“Oh,” said Jane, startled when she looked at her watch, “I had no idea
of the time. I must go and let you eat.”
“Don’t worry,” said Mike, reassuring her, “there’s plenty. You’re here
now. You might as well stay and join us. The pool party starts in about an hour
anyway. Tell us a little about Lucy. What’s she good at in school?”
By this stage, Jane had relaxed, and was enjoying chatting to her new
neighbours. Like Lucy, she had never found it easy to make friends, so she was
surprised how easily she engaged in conversation with Mike and Alex, talking
about photography, Tallinn and her own watercolour painting.
It seemed like just a few minutes later, that Mike heard the side gate
swing open, and Sue and Elsie scampered on to the patio, followed by Margaret.
“Hi Mike,” she smiled, “hi Jane, how are you? Lucy and
Linda joining us today?” Then seeing Lucy, Linda, Emma and Sammy,
playing on the grass down the garden, she added: “Oh, there they all are. Alice
will be over soon, with Sarah and Jenny.” And so it was. Sarah and Jenny never
paused to say hello, as they ran through the gate, they were running down the
garden to join the other girls in their game. A moment later, Alice appeared
round the corner, smiled and came and sat with the other mothers and Mike. Mike
went inside and got some glasses and popped a bottle of Prosecco. He brought
out some crisps and cheesy biscuits too, in some small bowls. It didn’t take
long for the girls to spot the snacks and home in on them, stealing a few each.
It was at this moment, Sammy asked Mike if she could
look at his phone for a minute. He thought nothing of it.
The girls were walking back down the garden, by the pool, when suddenly
Sammy pointed into the water. “What’s that?” she said, bending slightly, to get
a better look.
“It looks like a frog or something,” said Emma in reply.
“It’s right in the deep part,” said Sue.
“Do you think it’s still alive?” asked Elsie.
Mike walked over to see what they were looking at. “Where is it?” he
asked.
“Right down, near the side of the pool at the bottom,” said Jenny.
Mike looked down, where they pointed, and realised his mistake just too
late. Four girls rushed at him, giving him a coordinated shove. He lost his
balance, falling. At the last instant, though, he swept his arms around, and
managed to grab Jenny’s wrist and Sue’s T-shirt. All three fell headlong into
the pool, in a great splash. The other six girls were roaring with laughter, as
were all the mothers, even Jane.
The first thing Mike saw as he surfaced, was
the great mop of Jenny’s beautiful auburn hair, covering her face. He already
knew she wasn’t yet a strong swimmer, and she panicked slightly at the sudden
immersion in the pool. He put an arm around her waist, and held her to his
chest. She calmed almost at once, when she felt Mike’s hand slip up under her
T-shirt, and cup her tiny breast in his palm. Her own hand pressed her T-shirt
to the back of Mike’s hand, feeling her nipple firming under his touch. So good.
Sue, of course, was an expert swimmer, and was already at the poolside,
climbing out. The other girls were still all laughing, bending over the pool
edge, pointing. It was the movement of a second, as Sue ran along the line of
her co-conspirators, and gave each a shove, except Linda, sending them all into
the water. The next ten minutes was bedlam, as each girl tried to duck each
other, and Mike. The four mothers were still laughing at what had happened.
Mike pulled off his T-shirt, shoes and sweats, and threw them up onto
the pool side. He was still wearing his speedos, though. As if a signal had
been made, the girls, finding swimming in their day clothes and shoes,
difficult, moved to the shallow end and started to strip off their clothing. Sneakers, socks, T-shirts, leggings, leaving just their panties.
The girls, of course, ganged up on Mike to dunk him, splash him and
generally harass him. He, in turn, took the opportunity of groping the girls
whenever opportunity arose. He was a little cautious when he touched Lucy and
little Linda, who was now in the pool with armbands on. At this point, he
didn’t need them screaming to Mummy. But, without question, he knew he wouldn’t
be able to get out of the pool without questions being asked. His cock hurt it
was so stiff. It was bruised from being grabbed over and over. Feeling little
girl’s pussies through their thin wet cotton panties, underwater, had to be one
of the most erotic pastimes in the world.
Eventually, Alex called time for drinks and some cake. Mike had to
declare he would catch up on a few training lengths in the water while it was empty.
The truth being, of course, his tumescent cock needed deflating. It was no
better when he did get out, though, because eight little girls sitting around
in wet panties, clinging to their form, not hiding anything, made life
difficult. It was made even worse, when Alex then told Katrin to go and get dry
and hang up her wet clothing on the line, and she returned, having taken off
her wet panties. She grinned at him. She knew she was teasing him. Her pussy, seeming to bulge out as she walked towards him, taunting
him. But, the final straw was when the other girls all followed suit,
except Lucy and Linda, who looked enquiringly at their mother, before she
nodded to them. Suddenly, Mike had eight naked pre-teens sitting around him,
not a pubic hair between them, in various postures, showing off their pussies;
some knowingly, some accidentally.
He was intrigued to know what Lucy’s pussy looked like, and over the
next half an hour, he stole enough glances to build up a picture. She was
indeed very small for her age. She had the build of a five or six year old. She
and her sister could have been the same age, by looks. But when he looked
closer, her pencil thin legs were slightly fuller, slightly more curved than
Linda’s were. Her mound was more pronounced, her cleft deeper. When she sat
with her feet on the edge of the chair, her knees parted, he could see her
vagina was that of an eight year old. He’d fucked enough to know. She excited
him beyond measure; the thought of fucking a little girl who looked so very
young.
At one point, she caught him staring at her pussy. She blushed, being
the shy girl she was, and clamped her knees shut, lowering her feet to the
ground, her hands clasped in her lap. Five minutes later, though, her feet were
again on the seat edge, her knees parted slightly, her
little pussy just on display. This time, he looked her in the eye. She was
blushing again, but not scowling. He glanced down for a second, openly looking.
Their eyes met once more. The blush still there. Again
he looked down, her knees further apart, staring longer this time. When he
looked at her face this time, he saw a half smile now. There was the beginning
of an understanding between them. The shy little girl wasn’t so shy after all.
Mike suggested a game of water polo. Adults against
children. The eight girls could have the shallow end, the adults the
other. The four mothers quickly went to fetch their costumes, and having
changed, the game started. Jane wasn’t a strong swimmer, Margaret had little
ball coordination, and Alex couldn’t get to the ball to save her life. The
result was the girls won hands down. It’s a tiring game, polo, and after twenty
minutes they called it a day. Now in the pool, the mothers sat on the steps at
the end, enjoying the sunshine, chatting. Mike was about to join them, when
Katrin asked: “Mike, would you give me, a … katanyrbtbl?
What is it in English?”
“A catapult,” he replied. “Your English is getting very good Katrin.”
Then in Russian he said: “OK, you can do a somersault, like you and Lucia did
in Spain.”
Mike stood in the shallow end, just where the water got deeper. He
cupped his hands, Katrin put her hands on his shoulders, her feet into his
hands and as she pushed against him, he launched her high into the air. She
performed the somersault, landing with a splash a few feet from him. Mike, of
course, got an eye full of her spread pussy as she went up. As expected, all
the other girls wanted their turn. One by one, he launched each of them high
into the air, getting a close-up look at each pussy, several times. The girls
found this such fun. Mike found it even more so.
“You’ll tire yourself out, Mike,” called Alex, “what use to me, would
you be then?” The women all laughed, only Jane not understanding the irony.
The women stayed in the pool with the girls, while Mike got out, dried
off pulled on a pair of shorts, and set the barbeque up. He preferred cooking
on charcoal, although it was lit by a small gas cylinder, and soon had a blaze
going. After ten minutes, Alex joined him and brought out the prepared food,
plates, cutlery, condiments etc. She brought out a large selection of
children’s drinks and put them into a cool box. Soon he was cooking the burgers
and steak and corn.
When the food was ready, the girls quickly got out of the pool and
picking up plates, queued for their food and sat on a
large rug, Alex had spread out on the grass. They were having a great time,
just being kids. Every time Mike looked across, though, he noticed Lucy always
seemed to be sitting or lying in position, showing him her pussy. He
fully intended to find out what her thinking was, and push the boundaries as
far as he could. Maybe she was a secret teasing, exhibitionist, pretending to
be the little shy eight year old. Certainly he’d come across those before, but
not this young. He reckoned he’d got her measure, though.
Mike opened some red Malbec wine, and poured the ladies each a generous
glass. For himself, he opened a beer, to re-hydrate while slaving over the hot
coals.
The girls finished their burgers and soon dived into the selection of
ice cream and other sweets, which Alex had laid on. Afterwards, they played swingball for a while, then rug races. Using
two rugs, one person sitting on each, and their team pulling them along the
grass. They had a tug of war, with no sisters on the same team. Then a wet sponge throwing battle. Of course, the adults
ended up being the target of both teams. Last of all, Mike got out his
childrens’ garden paints. These were a series of water based paint pots in very
bright colours. He spread a large sheet of plastic on the grass and invited
them to paint pictures on the sheet. Almost immediately, it descended into them
painting each other. The mothers were beside themselves, laughing. The kids
were having such fun. Every inch of their skin and hair was covered in paint.
Mike found the naked little girls covered in multi coloured paint, incredibly
erotic, especially where they’d painted faces on their mounds. He sneaked into
the house, grabbed a camera and managed to capture a good range of shots of the
girls, through the window, without their mothers’ noticing, using his 700mm
telephoto lens.
When they’d finished, and covered half the patio in paint, as well as
themselves, Mike said: “Girls, when you’re ready, use the shower on the corner
of the shed, would you? Rinse off as much of the paint as you can, before you
go back in the pool. I’m going in for another dip.”
Mike dived into the empty pool, and swam a length underwater, surfacing
at the shallow end. “Come on ladies,” he called to the four mothers, pointing
at the girls, “this will be your only chance of a quiet swim, before that lot
are showered off and back in here.” The women looked at each other, and
realised he was probably right. They got up as one, and dived into the water in
one line, like racers given the start gun.
What surprised Mike over the next few minutes, though, was how often he
noticed Jane brushing passed him, with ‘accidental’ touches. She was shy,
plain, didn’t pretty herself in any way, and yet, she was making moves on him.
It struck him as such a contradiction. Then Mike realised. She wasn’t making
moves on him, she was catching ‘feels’, so she could go home later and replay
it all, in her mind, perhaps with a little toy in bed. Well you live and learn.
But Mike knew a lot about her, as he did Margaret and Alice. When the time was
right, he would explain to her why she would be happy for him to do very
illegal things to her two children.
Soon, the girls were all back in the pool again, playing their usual
games, splashing each other, swimming between each other’s legs, pinching
bottoms, tipping each other off the floats, having a great time. Mike saw that
the girls had drifted towards the deeper water, leaving little five year old
Linda, the only non swimmer on her own in the shallow end, splashing around,
kept afloat with her inflatable armbands.
“Jane,” he called to her mother, “would you like me to give Linda a
quick swimming lesson for twenty minutes?”
She turned, looking doubtful, when Alice cut across her thoughts: “He
taught my Sarah to swim, yesterday,” said Alice, “now look at her. She’s
swimming with the rest of them. He helped Jenny improve as well.” Jane glanced
across at the two dark haired pre-teens, who were now looking so confident in
the deep water.
“OK,” she said, reluctantly, “but don’t let her go, Mike. I was pushed
into a pool when I was her age. It took me years to build my confidence.”
“Don’t you worry,” he said reassuringly, “I’ll hold on to her alright.”
The three other mothers looked at each other, smiling knowingly.
He held his arms out to Linda, who splashed her way towards him,
supported still with the armbands. He held her hands with his, arms out
straight and told her to kick her legs. “Straighten your arms and legs, Linda,
stretch your body, don’t curl up. See if you can be as
flat as the water surface. I’ll hold your hands, you won’t sink. Now kick your
feet, up and down, up and down.” And so the lesson started. Mike watched as her
tiny naked bottom wiggled and rolled, on the surface of the water, with her
movements. Jane watched anxiously, until the other mothers took her away,
suggesting they used the shower in the utility room, before all the girls got
in there and flooded the place. Mike smiled to himself, his hidden surveillance
cameras in there would show him if anything interesting happened.
“Now, Linda, let’s take off the armbands. I want you to try moving your
arms doing breaststroke, this time” he explained. “I will put my hands under
you and make sure you don’t sink.”
Mike moved her, so she was across, in front of him, one hand under her
tiny bee sting nipples, the other cupping her mound. If she noticed where his
hands had been inappropriately placed, she didn’t show it. Mike found, when
molesting little girls in a swimming lesson, all he needed to do, to distract
them, was to reduce the support under them, and their panic always took their
mind off what he was up to.
Quite soon, she got into the idea of sweeping her arms back in the
breaststroke style. “That’s very good,” he praised. Now, move your legs like a
frog. Don’t worry about your arms for a minute.” He guided her for the first
few kicks, then she got the idea. “Excellent, now try
moving your arms and legs together. You’re learning really quickly, Linda.
You’ll be swimming in no time.” By now, she was practicing the movements he’d
explained, her legs opening and closing as he’d hoped. Mike’s fingers slipped
down over her mons, into her tiny dimple and cleft, feeling her clit against the
pad of his fingers as he went deeper. Further on, the dip of her vagina entry
was opening and closing with the movement of her legs. The one thing Mike
adored above all things, was molesting a child without her knowledge, and now
was one of those times. She was trying her best to pick up what he was teaching
her, and he was trying to feel between her legs for as long as he could get
away with it. At last, knowing he’d pushed his luck as far as he could, he said
to her: “Would you like to try it on your own, Linda?”
“Do you think I can?” she asked nervously.
“Yes, I do,” he said reassuringly. “You have the right movements now,
give it a try. I will have a hand under you, to make sure you don’t sink, OK?”
She nodded.
Still holding her mons in the palm of his hand, he followed her across
the pool, as she took her first swim.
“OK, do another width of the pool,” he
instructed. “This time I will lead you. If you struggle, I will be right in
front of you.” She set off, staring Mike in the eyes, while Mike held out his
hands, his fingers just out of her reach. She wasn’t fast or elegant, but she
was swimming. His back nudged the side of the pool, and in a moment, she was in
his arms, cuddling him to her, laughing with her sense of relief and
achievement, her legs wrapped round his waist, her arms round his neck. His
fingers, of course, now pressed into the valley of her bum, his palms both
squeezing the globes of her bubble bum, feeling her exquisite, tiny shape,
smooth skin and muscles moving underneath.
= 24 =
Wednesday Afternoon
Linda has a Shower
It was getting late, and Mike called to the girls that it was time to
wrap up and have a shower. He walked up the steps, still carrying Linda in his
arms, his fingers firmly encased between her thighs. He was aware he was
tumescent, his cock bulging his speedos out, but
decided he no longer cared. Inside the house, the women were now dressed, and
using his hairdryers in turn in the kitchen.
“Mummy, Mummy,” cried Linda, “Mike taught me to swim, I can swim! I can
swim!” She leaned into him, and kissed him on the cheek.
The four women all grinned, chorusing “ahhhh.”
Jane smiled, with the others at her daughter, but the smile vanished when she
saw where Mike’s fingers were pressing.
Mike, moved towards the utility room. “I’m going to take a shower
before the hoard come in and use up all the hot water. Do you want me to sort
out Linda at the same time, Jane?” he asked, calling from the room. Jane, given
little choice, called back: “Err, yes, I suppose so.” Still holding the naked
girl, Mike stepped into the shower, his back to the open door. He pushed down
his speedos, letting them drop to the shower cubicle floor.
Mike, knowing there wasn’t much time, lowered the tiny child down, until
his rampant cock nestled into the gap between the top of her thighs.
“Would you like a special cuddle before I wash you, Linda?” he asked.
She giggled and nodded. He didn’t waste a moment, and immediately
started to hump her, letting his cock slide back and forth between her legs,
pressed hard to the underside of her soft, warm pussy. He made sure his shaft
rubbed hard against her little clitty, now slightly hardened and engorged.
There was no pretence, he was using her as a tiny fuck
toy, without compunction or scruple. She had no idea what was happening to her,
which somehow made it even better for him. Knowing that
someone might walk in at any moment heightened Mike’s arousal further, the
adrenalin coursing hard through his veins right now. Knowing it had to
be a quickie, he let all his usual restraint go, and
very quickly knew he would cum fast, and cum he did. It wasn’t a big one,
there’d been no build up, but it was incredibly satisfying, nevertheless. The
end came as quickly as the start. Slowly he calmed, his eyes, for some reason, focusing
on the semen slipping down the back wall of the shower cubicle.
He heard footsteps along the corridor, leading to the kitchen. He
dropped her to the floor, grabbed the shampoo from the wall rack, and squeezed
out a dollop onto her head, and in less than a second was working up a lather, when Jane’s head peered round the door. He could
feel her eyes feasting on his well toned buttocks.
“How are you doing, you two?” she asked. Mike, pretending to be
embarrassed and entirely caught by surprise, grabbed the five year old and spun
round to face the woman, with her daughter in front of him, shielding his
nakedness and embarrassment. He then put his hands back on her scalp and
carried on massaging her hair, all the while, his half tumescent cock was pressed
firmly between her shoulder blades, semen still dripping from his tip.
“Fine, thanks Jane,” he replied with a grin, “just washing the chlorine
out of Linda’s hair. We’ll be finished in a minute or two. Are the other girls ready to
come in yet?”
“Sure are,” she replied, “they’re emptying your fridge at the moment.
Here are Linda and Lucy’s nightclothes,” she explained, putting a small bag on
the seat. “You’re not doing anything to my little girl, you shouldn’t be doing
I hope.” She asked, her tone not entirely suggesting she was joking.
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” he quipped back. Not finding an excuse to
remain, Jane left Mike to it. He rinsed the shampoo off, and quickly washed
himself and the child down. He was just stepping out, when the other girls
trooped in, ready for their shower. He noticed Sarah, Jenny and Lucy staring
openly at his long cock, still half erect from his actions with Linda. He hoped
they would each have a much closer introduction to it very soon indeed.
He rubbed Linda down, with a towel, and pulling the bag open, encouraged
her to get into her little short cotton nighty. He never suggested she should
put panties on. He was aware, the other girls were now crowded into the shower,
but watching him while he finished drying and finally got dressed, and went to
join the women.
He walked into the kitchen, and pulling a bottle of Chardonnay from the
fridge, uncorked and poured out a glass for each of them. Alex got some snacks
out and, and putting them into small ceramic bowls, went through with Margaret
and Alice to the sitting room, leaving Mike and Jane together.
“I wasn’t kidding when I asked you what you were doing to my Linda,” she
stated, coldly. “I saw a reflection in the shower cubicle. You were rubbing
yourself up against her. I saw you. You’re a pedo. That’s what you are. You
disgust me.” Mike noticed that she kept her voice down, ensuring only he would
hear what she said.
“Oh, err, sorry about that Jane,” he said putting on a meek voice, “so,
err, where do we go from here?” Mike already knew she was playing some sort of
game, otherwise she would have screamed the house down. But what she didn’t
realise was, it was Mike who was playing the higher stakes game. He’d placed
the self adhesive wall mirror there, earlier. He’d left the door ajar
intentionally. He’d flirted with her a few times, and then when he’d carried
her five year old daughter into the shower, it gave her the excuse to walk in
on him. What she saw instead, was what Mike had planned for her to see.
The woman, clearly thinking she’d got Mike at a disadvantage, folded her
arms, trying to look commanding. “Where it leaves us is this: you are going to
pop to your bank tomorrow morning. You are going to draw a couple of grand out,
in cash for me. That will do for starters, then we’ll
see how we go from there. I might need you to provide some, err
personal services.” Her mouth smiled, her eyes didn’t.
“Oh,” said Mike, “I have a far better idea than that.”
“Hmm?” she questioned. “What’s that?”
“What does the name Gilt Edge Finances mean to you?” he asked. Her
reaction was instantaneous. Her face paled, her jaw dropped open and in
moments, there was a sharp intake of breath. “I thought so,” he continued,
seeing her reaction. “My company provided all the security for that outfit, a
few months before your little sting.”
“What are you talking about,” she demanded, “you don’t know what you’re
saying.”
“Oh, I think you know exactly what I’m saying, Jane, and I think you
know what I’m driving at. Your husband took the wrap for a little scheme you masterminded, defrauding Gilt Edge out of, what was it? Just under £50k. While, unbeknown to him, while you were
busy setting up that bully of a husband of yours with a nice long spell in
jail, you were engineering a much more complex fraud. A
clever little algorithm skimming off tiny amounts off huge transactions,
millions of them, on the international foreign exchange markets. Pounds to Dollars, back to Euros and then Yen. Who would
ever notice. Last time I looked, you’d clocked up
£3million. Not bad, when it comes in tiny amounts, less than one tenth of a
penny at a time. No way anyone would notice, or so you
thought. I noticed. What you also don’t know, is that
the money which should have gone into that fat little bank account you set up
in the Caymans, didn’t.”
“But,” she stuttered, “how did you…..when did….
Oh fuck…”
“Yes, exactly, oh fuck. Now, Jane, I have some good news and some bad
news. Which would you like first?” He didn’t wait for her to answer his
rhetorical question. “The bad news is that I set up a shadow account which
clocked up the money. You kept looking at the balance, thinking it was in the
Caymans. In fact, it is in London, an MI5 safe account, waiting to go back from
whence it came. The good news is, I removed all the
evidence linking it all to you. The only thing is, though, if I don’t keep
updating the files, the links to you will re-appear. My boss has already given
me a bonus for the recovery of the funds,” he said in a neutral tone. “He’s
promised me a bigger one if I can point the finger at who did it. So, Jane, let
me ask the question again, where do we go from here?”
She was still looking ashen, visibly shaken. How had he known? The fact
that Mike had known what she was up to for over six months, would never cross
her mind. It was another reason he’d moved here.
“So what do you want?” she asked. “If you were going to turn me in, you
would have already done it. If you know all about my little scam, you must know
I don’t have much money, I was counting on going to
the Caymans so it isn’t that. What do you want? It isn’t sex, I know that? No one’s made a pass
at me for years. So what is it, it must be something else?”
Mike knew Jane was intelligent. Her summary demonstrated that. “Oh, I
don’t want much, Jane. I’m a pedo, like you succinctly put it a moment ago.
Whether or not I disgust you is irrelevant. All I want is for your Linda and
Lucy to come round so I can fuck them.”
She sat there stunned for several seconds, just staring at him, her
blinking eyes the only sign of movement. It was as if she’d been instantly
paralysed. “But that’s obscene,” she started, “It’s awful, you might hurt them.
Linda’s only five.” He could see she was processing this through her mind,
weighing the alternatives. Then she said the words he’d been waiting for, the
words telling him she’d accepted the inevitable, the very same words Alice had
uttered only yesterday: “How often would you want them?” His reply was the same
too.
“Oh not very often,” he said gently. “I have my Katrin and Sammy and
Emma to look after, as well as Sarah, Jenny, Elsie and Sue. No it won’t be too
often, maybe just three or four times a week each. But, Jane, I promise you
this, I know exactly what I’m doing with little girls, so I will make it good
for them. They will want to do it. It will be nice for them, I promise you.”
= 25 =
Wednesday Night
The Sleepover
Mike went to the cupboard, and poured Jane a large gin and tonic and
handed it to her, before he wandered back into the sitting room. “Ladies,” he
asked, “Jane’s having a little tipple, would you all like a drink too?”
“Yes, please,” answered Margaret, waving the empty chardonnay wine
bottle at him, “where is Jane, by-the-way? Is she joining us?”
“Yes,” he replied, brightly, “We were just chatting. I persuaded her to
let Linda and Lucy come round with your girls a few nights a week. She’s just
thinking it through. I’ll go and send her in, while I fix that drink.” They
smiled at his casual comment, wondering how he’d put such a thing to someone
like Jane. He returned to the kitchen, where he found Jane remarkably composed.
“Could you take a few snacks with you, through to the sitting room, Jane?” he
asked. “I’ll be with you in a few minutes. I just explained to Alice and
Margaret that your girls will be here with theirs. They seemed pleased at the
idea. Go and join them, talk it though with them, if you want.”
Alex came into the kitchen to join him a few minutes later. “Well,
you’ve caused a stir in there,” she said, speaking in Russian, “the three of
them are comparing notes as to how you’ve entrapped them all. It sounds as
though they’re going to go along with it, though. Well done.”
“That’s great, Alex,” he replied. “What else did they say?”
“Alice had a word with me, while you were in the shower, molesting that
tiny child,” explained Alex. “She said her husband is bringing her sons over
later. She invited me to go over and stay the night. You’ll be alright with all
those girls, all on your own, will you? Oh, and she said
“I’ll explain some other time, Alex,” he said. “But I think you’ll see a
happy Margaret from now on. When are you going over to Alice’s?”
“In a couple of minutes,” she replied. “That’s what I came in to say. We’ll
go as soon as they’ve finished their drinks. I just wanted to ask three things
before I go.” She gave him a coquettish look. “How many are you going to fuck
tonight, Mike? And how many will be new red dots on that cock of yours? And finally,” she
paused, “would you let me tattoo the new dots on it for you?” She was still
laughing, as she went back to join the other women.
It wasn’t long, before Mike was left alone in the house with the nine
little girls. He ordered in Pizza, and they settled down to watch the new ‘How
to Train Your Dragon’ on his huge wide screen TV. While the film was running,
he quietly went and switched the central heating on. The girls had spread out
their duvets across the floor, and were laying on them. After the movie had
finished, he told them to all get ready for bed, brush their teeth and wash,
before he played the new ‘Aladdin’ movie.
He noticed all the girls, starting with Sammy and Emma, immediately
began to undress in the sitting room. He supposed that because they’d all swum
naked in the pool through the day, they weren’t too bothered if he saw them
nude now. They all put on their nightys, one or two
pyjamas. They all lay sprawled out on the duvets, watching the film, sipping
drinks and nibbling at some snacks he’d brought in. Mike meantime watched their
movements, getting glimpses of little girl thigh from time to time, as they
moved about.
When the show had finished, he let them put some music on. By now, they
were beginning to nod, and in less than twenty minutes, they had all fallen
asleep. Because it was warm, with the heating on, none of them had wriggled
under the covers.
Mike had intentionally not used any of his large array
of sleeping drugs tonight. The more likely he was to get caught, the more buzz
he got from molesting sleeping girls. He’d already fucked five of them, and
used Linda as a very nice fuck toy in the shower, but he was keen to see what
he could do with the other three. Eight year old Lucy and
Jenny and seven year old Sarah. He’d already made a play for Jenny and
Sarah, in the pool. Eight year old Lucy, on the other hand excited him, because
her body and looks were that of a six year old, even though he’d seen her pussy
was perfectly normal for her age.
He turned the dimmer switch down low, bringing the lights to a dim glow.
He then cast his eyes across the sleeping girls, just admiring their cute
looks, as they lay in their colourful nightwear. After looking at them for a
few minutes, he slipped off his clothes, dropping them onto one of the chairs.
These girls had had a very active day. They would be very tired, he hoped. But
he always liked the adrenalin rush of hearing them nearly wake when he touched
and moved them.
Nearest to him was Katrin. She was lying on her back, a gentle snore
coming from her, as her chest rose and fell. She was wearing a plain white,
knee length nighty. He carefully lifted the hem up, further and further,
watching her body exposed to his gaze as he did. Katrin never wore panties in
bed. She found it inconvenient when she needed to get his cock urgently inside
her. He stooped down, and lifted each of her calves carefully up and outwards, spreading
her legs as far as space would allow. On one side, she had a chair, on the
other, was Emma. There was space enough, though, as Mike crawled between her
thighs. He spent a moment savouring her smell, pungent, female, definitely female. He brought his fingers to her damp pussy
and gently pulling her vulva apart, he watched as her labia opened, peeled
apart, fine strings of mucus joining each side. The dark passage of her vagina,
which he had fucked so many times, became completely exposed. But, especially,
he remembered that time, the night he’d met her, when he’d knocked her out and raped
her by buggering her in the aircraft. He dipped his tongue into her opening,
immediately getting her familiar tang, so tasty, so good, so
arousing. Knowing he could fuck Katrin as often as he wanted, he decided to
take this no further. He’d had some fun with her.
As Emma was beside Katrin, he moved to her next. She too was lying on
her back, and was wearing a pink satin babydoll nighty, with cartoon characters
printed across the front. Because it was so short, she had a matching pair of
frilly knickers on, printed in the same pattern. Mike loved a challenge, and
wanted to see if he could get them off her without her waking up. He had a
technique for this, which he’d used many times before. He pushed her legs
apart, enough to kneel between them. Then, spreading his knees, he lifted her
calves up, so his knees slipped under her thighs, just above the knee. Then as
he lowered her calves, it had the effect of lifting her bum, just enough to
slip her knickers down under her bottom. After that, he moved backwards, and
pulled her knickers down her legs. Now he could spread her properly and get at
her treasure.
After quickly spreading and tasting her, as any self respecting pedo
should, he got onto hands and knees, leant in and brought his cock to her
cleft. He very carefully pressed against her, before grasping his shaft with
one hand, and moved it up and down, spreading pre-cum along the whole length of
her valley, from her clit to her anus. He brought his crown to her vagina
entry, and slowly, gently pressed in. He felt a very slight movement. His body
weight was still on one outstretched arm. He wouldn’t be able to hold this
position for long. Suddenly, his crown popped into her, the tight muscle at her
entry snapping over his rim. She stirred, taking a long deep breath. She went
to roll over, but entangled her legs with his. Mike quickly pulled back, his
cock slipping from her cunt, leaving a thick line of pre-cum in a curved arc,
from his tip to her entry. She muttered something in her half sleep. He just
moved out of the way in time, as she finally rolled onto her side. He wondered
about spooning into her from behind, but decided there were other girls waiting
for him to molest, or even rape them.
The third girl in line was seven year old Sarah the raven haired beauty,
with deep green eyes, which dominated her round face, with their intensity. She
was lying face down, her hands folded under her
pillow. She was wearing pale pink pyjamas, decorated with pictures from
the Disney’s ‘Frozen’. He wondered for a moment how to tackle this one. He put
his fingers under her waist band, but realised immediately that her PJ bottoms
were held, not with elastic, but with a cord. The end of the bow could just be
seen poking out under her tummy. He reached under and took the end, and slowly
pulled, feeling the bow slip undone somewhere beneath her, out of sight. Then,
he put his fingers back inside the waist band, at her hips, and gently pulled
outwards, loosening the cord, feeling the garment slacken as he pulled it open.
He carefully slipped them down over her bubble bum, watching her beautiful,
small, silky buttocks slowly appear. Next, he reached either side of her tummy,
and grasping the waist band, as close to her as he could, he pulled outwards,
tensioned it and then slowly, slowly, pulled them downwards, feeling a slight
resistance, as they pulled across her mons. Suddenly they were slack and
slipped easily down her legs to her ankles. Again he stood and admired her tiny
body for a moment, looking at her nakedness, her long pencil thin legs, her tiny, exquisite bottom.
Getting onto one knee, Mike carefully placed his palms on her buttocks,
and gently pulled them apart, watching her little anus pop into view, and open
slightly. He then needed to try the difficult part. Would she wake up? He
wanted to get her into a kneeling position. So taking one leg at a time,
knowing little girls’ legs could move in, what to him, looked impossible ways,
he swept her legs outwards, bending her knees, pushing them close to her tummy.
As he pressed her knees towards each other, it had the effect of lifting her
bottom up. Finally, taking a leg in each hand, he pulled her feet downwards,
lifting her bottom even higher up. He made sure her thighs weren’t too close
together, so when he looked down, her pudenda bulged between her thighs in a
spectacular display. Her bottom was curved, in this position, tightening her
skin, parting her buttocks, opening her crack wide.
Mike now pressed his thumbs against her labia, pulling them apart,
watching as her cleft opened up, suddenly exposing her
hidden delights inside. Her tiny clitoris appeared, partly hidden in it’s cowl. Then her vagina slowly peeled open, her damp pink
interior widening, showing more of her little tunnel, as she dilated, letting
his starving eyes, feast on her interior, his, now, fevered mind knowing what
he was going to do to her next.
He positioned himself, so his knees were outside her legs and shuffled
forward, until his cock nudged into the valley of her bum. The little girl was
still fast asleep, snoring gently. She hadn’t stirred at all, the whole time
he’d moved her around. It built his confidence in what might be possible next.
Mike rubbed his crown up and down her cleft, applying gentle pressure, watching
his pre-cum spread into her, between her buttocks and thighs. He pressed into
the entry of her beautiful vagina, watching his crown and her labia bulge under
the pressure as they squeezed together. He pulled back a fraction, and, lifting
his cock half an inch, pressed to her anus, enjoying his molestation of the
sleeping girl immensely.
For a moment, Mike wondered whether he should put her back as he’d found
her, or push his luck a bit more. It was a no brainer! Mike very carefully,
very slowly applied pressure, watching his cock slip between her buttocks,
while his crown pushed a fraction into her tiny anus. He paused, hoping he
would see her dilate, enough for him to penetrate her. Mike stayed there, his
cock pressing against her for several minutes. He watched, fascinated, as the
tension between their point of contact, was like a silent battle. Who would win, the attacker or defender? Then he knew, for suddenly,
he felt it. The tightness on his crown eased a fraction, and again. Then he
felt movement, he was slipping into her. Time seemed to stand still, as his
crown couldn’t quite force it’s way into her, then
suddenly there was a popping sensation, when her sphincter snapped over his
rim. He was in! He was anally buggering and raping a sleeping seven year old.
Then, it all went wrong for Mike. He felt movement. She stirred in her
sleep, straightened her legs, moving away from him, pulling him out of her in
the process, and flopped down on her tummy once more, letting out a small, but
smelly, fart. She muttered under her breath. She was only just asleep. Mike
decided to let sleeping girls lie. He returned to her, half an hour later, to
wipe some pre-cum off and pull her PJ bottoms back up, but meantime, he decided
to move on to the next girl.
He was at the end of the first row of girls. So, he shuffled along the
room, to the next line. The first girl was blond, blue eyed, eleven year old
Sue, who he’d already fucked, following her experiences with his Golden Lotion.
She was lying on her side, facing towards the other girls. She was only wearing
a T-shirt and panties. Mike decided he would simply spoon into her from behind.
He was so pent up, so aroused from having nearly penetrated Sarah,
he was on a hair trigger. His cock like a steel rod, so
needing relief.
Mike didn’t even attempt to remove her panties. Instead, reaching down,
he simply slipped his hands under her elastic waist band, cupped the globes of
her buttocks, feeling her full shape, her silky soft skin. Twisting his hands,
he pushed her panties down with his wrists. Letting his fingers roam into her
valley, he felt her little rosebud and vagina entry and her clitty. He wasted
no more time. He pulled her buttocks apart, and dipped his cock straight into
the entry of her vagina. He applied inward pressure. He was so pent up, he wondered if he would cum before he was even inside
her. He eased and pressed, eased and pressed, feeling a slight movement, each
time. Knowing she could take him, knowing if she woke, she would willingly let
him fuck her, but at the same time seeing if he could do it without waking her,
made this so exciting, so arousing, so illicit.
Little by little, he felt her warm, succulent body let him in, until the
elastic ring of her entry snapped over his cock head. There was a sigh from
her. Other than that, she didn’t stir at all. He paused, feeling her tightness
on his end. Then she dilated a tiny bit, his cock slipping a fraction more into
her. He continued to apply pressure, and suddenly, he started the slow,
excruciatingly, wonderful, journey into her. Her passage reluctantly peeled
open, as his cock glided into her interior. The ribbed
undulations of her vagina, so good to feel, rubbing along his shaft. Who
wouldn’t be a pedo?
He paused, when he nudged her end. He pushed a little further, feeling
the rubbery flexibility of her cervix, pushing back against him. He then slowly
withdrew from her, until just his crown was in her, and reversed into her
again. He repeated and repeated the movement, speeding up and increasing his
depth each time he plunged into her. Because he was so pent up, though, he
quickly felt the first signs of his climax crashing in on his pleasure, and
suddenly, he was blasting into her, such bliss, such ecstasy, washing her
cervix in his sperm laden semen. She never flinched throughout the whole fuck.
And what a fuck it was. So good.
Mike pulled out of the girl and getting up, went to the utility room and
found a small towel to clean her up with. He wetted one end with warm water and
went back to clean her up, before pulling her panties back into position again.
He slumped into an armchair, and fell asleep almost immediately. A couple of
hours later, he awoke, needing a pee. Returning from the utility room, now
having shaken off his drowsiness, he surveyed the scene again.
Next to Sue, lying flat on her back, snoring quite loudly, was eight
year old Jenny. She wore a plain, heavy cotton ankle length nightdress. Before
he did anything, he placed his hand on her tummy. Then slowly, he moved his
hand down over her mound, feeling the cotton of her gown, form to her shape.
She had a large mound, divided by a deep cleft, which he already knew from when
he had molested her during her swimming lesson. But the key thing he found with
his explorations was that she was wearing no panties. All he had to do now, was get the damn nightdress off her.
He thought, rather than dragging her nighty all the way up, under her
legs, he might try something simple first. “You never know, it might work,” he
thought. He knelt at her feet, and gently grasped her calves, just above her
ankles. His fingers underneath her legs. Then slowly,
very gently, he lifted her feet upwards, further and further. Gradually, her
nighty started to slide up her shins, pausing at her knees. Then as he carried
on, lifting her legs to the vertical, suddenly her nightdress dropped down
around her hips, leaving her whole pudenda exposed. He again paused, ensuring
she didn’t wake. Then he gradually spread her legs outwards, in
a splits, watching, as her pussy opened more and more.
Mike ogled her for a minute, then he bent
forwards, and pushed his tongue into her cleft, savouring her delightful
flavour. He licked her up and down, her anus, her perineum, her vagina, cleft,
clitty, dimple and mound all received his attention. He pressed his mouth over
her whole vagina, and sucked quite hard. Nothing happened for a while, then he was aware of a slimy mucus oozing from her and
instantly started to taste the most exquisite flavour. To Mike, nothing in this
world tasted nicer than preteen arousal.
Next, he shuffled forward, so his knees pushed under her buttocks,
supporting her present position. Gravity held her legs outwards, so now he had
both hands free to molest her and work his cock into her cavities, which he did
for several minutes, getting her really coated in pre-cum. There was little
more he could do to the girl, unless he woke her, or came over her. There were
more girls in line waiting for him, so he spent the next couple of minutes
putting her back in the position she’d been in before he started.
Elsie, Margaret’s blond haired, blue eyed nine year old daughter, who’d
resisted his approaches, until the overwhelming power of the Golden Lotion
defeated her in the end, was the next. Mike discovered, though that she was an
incredibly light sleeper. Every time he touched her, or her nighty, she
stirred. This was a challenge to Mike, who although he had nine girls to choose
from, always wanted the unobtainable. When he was a toddler, at nursery, he
always wanted the toy the big five year old bully had wrenched from some three
year old girl.
So it was, he lay beside her, waiting for her
breathing to settle. He pinched the hem of her nighty, and slowly pulled it
upwards, with both hands. She immediately stirred again, so Mike flipped the
hem up, quickly, revealing her soft blue cotton with printed red hearts,
panties beneath. Again she settled. Mike’s heart was now pounding. To him, this
was far more exciting, trying to steal a glimpse of
illicit pre-teen pussy, than having a girl willingly spread herself in front of
him.
Pinching a fold in the cotton of her panties, he carefully pulled her
leg elastic away from her. Again she reacted, but soon settled. But Mike had
maintained his hold, and with his finger now under the elastic hem, lifted the
material a fraction further. Once more she took a deep breath, her hand
reaching down, but getting tangled in the piled up hem of her nighty, gave up
and once more she slipped into her light sleep. Using two hands, now, Mike
pulled the leg hole sideways, trying to expose her pussy completely. He could
clearly see her bruises, where Sue had whipped her, just before he’d taken her
virginity.
Every time he touched, or moved the panties, she moved. This went on for
at least twenty minutes. Such a light sleeper. But he
persevered, and at last, had pulled the leg hole of her panties right across.
Had he thought he could have moved her legs apart, without her waking, he would
have tried, but there was little prospect of her staying asleep. So after
admiring her for a few minutes, remembering what she’d felt like when he’d
fucked her, he left her alone, and moved on.
There were only three girls left, now. Because of the restricted space
between the furniture, they were separated from the other girls by a few feet.
Lying in a row were, Sammy, five year old Linda and her tiny eight year old
sister Lucy, who appeared no bigger than Linda. He smiled, because all three of
them were snoring loudly. One thing was sure, he thought, they were deep
sleepers, unlike little Elsie. Mike wanted to finish with the two tiny girls,
so he moved over to where Sammy lay. He’d decided he would just give Sammy a
quickie. A chap needs his beauty sleep after all.
Sammy was wearing a crop top and matching, frilly panties, pale lime
green, with some blue and red printed cartoon characters. He pulled her legs
apart, then lifting her knees, he pushed her feet
towards her bum. Her knees bent outwards, under their own weight. Mike, on
hands and knees, hoped not to wake her, but wasn’t too worried, if he did. So,
pulling her panties across, he curled his hips, bringing his cock to bear
against her pussy. The pussy which was the first one he’d conquered in this
street. He pressed gently, letting his pre-cum and crown, both nestle into her
entry.
After five minutes, he pushed softly, feeling his crown start to sink
into her, finding her tight ring of muscle, now resisting him. He pressed
harder, then felt the distinct movement of his crown
slipping into her, before her tight entry snapped over his rim. So good, so tight. Again he paused. He’d done this a
thousand times with pre-teens, and knew patience always paid off. And it did,
because suddenly, his cock started the long, wonderful journey into her,
feeling the contours of her passage rubbing against his sensitive crown and
shaft, until he bumped into her cervix.
Again he paused, then pulled slowly back, and thrust in and back,
building a rhythm and speed. Sammy never flinched, never stirred, never stopped snoring. This was just what Mike always hoped
for. Fucking a little girl, quite hard, with full
penetration, while she slept. He upped his pace, and at last, he felt a
clench deep inside. Then again, and again. She was
cuming. But was she awake or still asleep? Her clenching continued, squeezing
his cock rhythmically. Her face was serene, she never moved, her snores
continued and so did the clenching. Amazing. Mike was
so aroused by this, he came suddenly, blasting deep into her, feeling her
clenches increase in speed and intensity. He remained there, until her spasms
eased off and finally stopped.
He pulled out of her, and as soon as he was clear of her, she rolled
over on to her side, still fast asleep. But what made him smile was when she
muttered: “Fuck, that was nice.” He was just about to
move, when he realised he was being watched. Two little glinting eyes were
peering from the shadow where Lucy was curled on her side watching him. There
was no point in pretending. He was stark naked, and she’d just watched him fuck
a nine year old girl, not two feet from where she lay.
“Hello Lucy,” he whispered, looking directly at her. “Can’t you sleep
either?” He saw a silent movement, as she shook her head, blinking at him. Mike
decided to take the bull by the horns. “If I can’t sleep,” he continued, “I
always enjoy having a nice fuck, don’t you? I find it makes me sleep much
better.”
“But I haven’t ever done, what you just said before,” she replied, shy to
use the rude word.
Mike smiled at Lucy’s reticence. “Oh,” he said, sounding surprised. “If
you like, I could teach you. Would you like that?”
“I can’t,” she whispered back. “What would my mummy say.
She would be really cross. I know she would.”
“I don’t think so, Lucy. I taught you to swim today, didn’t I? I think, if you ask your mummy she will say it’s OK for me to teach
you to fuck as well. You’re eight now. You’re a big girl now, like Sammy here.
Would you like that, Lucy, would you like me to teach you?”
“Well, I suppose,” she said uncertainly, “if
Mummy says it’s alright….”
“Good, that’s settled then,” he confirmed. “In the morning, just ask
your mum. We can do it tomorrow. Would you like me to kiss you goodnight,
Lucy?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” she answered automatically.
“OK,” he went on, “would you like me to kiss you the way people do when
they like each other and sometimes fuck together?” He knew his words would
shock her, but also excite her. She nodded in reply.
“Alright, darling,” he instructed, “slip you PJ bottoms off for me,
then.” She looked shocked, wide eyed, but had already agreed. She slowly
slipped the loose garment down her legs and off her feet.
“Now, Lucy, I want you to enjoy your kiss, alright,” he asked, his eyes
never leaving hers, giving her reassurance. “Hold your ankles in your hands,
and let me kiss you down there.”
She adopted the position he’d described, her knees naturally parting.
Mike moved between her thighs, and without delay, cupped her tiny, tiny little
bottom in his hands, his thumbs pressed to her labia, which he gently pulled
outwards, and encompassed the whole of her pussy in his mouth. He knew he could
frighten her, if she didn’t get pleasure from this quickly. So he concentrated
all of his expertise in giving her clit and vagina the most sensuous tongue
massage he could manage. Mike had eaten hundreds of girls, over the years, and
almost without thinking, knew how to give the utmost sensational pleasure.
Lucy was too young, and anyway, too small to have had a boyfriend. She’d
always wondered what sex would be like. The only knowledge she had, was what
her friends, with older sisters, had told her. Then she’d watched Mike, just
now, fuck her friend and next door neighbour, Sammy. He hadn’t even woken her.
He seemed to be very gentle. She’d felt a tingling inside her, as she watched
his cock slide in and out of her friend. It made her tingle even more. She
wondered what it would feel like. She was so small, could she even do it?
So when he’d offered to teach her, and then suggested her mum would say
it was OK, her tummy lurched. She realised a whole new world was opening to
her, if she wanted it. She did. And now, Mike was licking her between her legs.
She had always been told it was dirty down there, and to wash her hands if she
had to touch down there. And yet, Mike was licking her there. It felt so good.
His tongue pushed at her clitty nicely, then dipped into her hole, then he even
licked her bum. Her bum! Wow! But it did feel nice.
And then it got even nicer. She didn’t know what was happening to her,
as she became more and more aroused. She found herself pressing herself against
his tongue, trying to make it go in harder, deeper. So nice.
She was tingling all over, but specially down in her coochie.
Then something happened. Something she’d never felt before. It was that tingle,
but it got bigger, harder, better, nicer………”Nnnggghhh,
aaaahhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh, yyyeessssss,” she stuttered, through clenched teeth. Over
and over, her climax rolled, while Mike mashed into her pussy, trying to keep
her orgasm going as long as he could. Then she grabbed his hair, and pushed him
away. “Enough,” she whispered, “enough.”
Mike pulled away from Lucy’s pussy, a string of clear mucus curving up
to his lips from her arousal confirming to him how much she’d enjoyed herself.
He knew her virginity was his the following day. He smiled though, when her
heavy breathing turned, suddenly into snoring, she was already asleep again. He
looked across at little five year old Linda, who he’d
used so nicely as a fuck toy in the shower. It would be two or three years
before she would be ready for his cock. He noticed, though she was lying on her
back, in an unusual position. Her pillow, instead of being under her head, was
under her shoulders. Her head bent back over the edge, resting on the duvet,
her mouth, wide open, was the source of the loudest snore in the room.
Mike went back to his armchair, and having had a very nice, one sided,
fuck in Sammy, was asleep himself in moments, waking two or three hours later.
When he opened his eyes, the very first grey tendrils of dawn were showing
through the blinds at the windows. There was just one more girl to molest, and
Mike had something special in mind for five year old Linda.
= 26 =
Thursday early hours
Linda gets an early breakfast.
He picked up his camera, and moved back over to where the child lay,
still in the same rather uncomfortable position, which she’d been in all night,
her shoulders high off the floor, on a pillow, her head bent back. She still
snored loudly from her wide open mouth. He put the camera down, out of the way,
but in reach. With practiced fingers, Mike unbuttoned her PJ top, and let it
fall open to her sides. He spent a moment looking at her tiny mosquito bite
sized areolæ, only a shade darker than the surrounding skin. Her petite nipples
were no bigger than pin heads, but they still puckered up when he leant in to
them and licked them, hardening in reaction. Moving lower, he grasped the waist
of her PJ bottoms, and slid them down quite easily to her knees. She wasn’t
wearing panties underneath. He looked and admired her diminutive body for a
moment, looking at her mons standing proud of her belly, before it curved down
and into her most private place between her thighs, split with a deep cleft,
making her puffy labia look like two folded wings. He lifted her legs up and
outwards, spreading her wide open. He saw her puffy pudenda almost looked too
large for the gap between her thighs.
Mike next knelt at her head, his knees either side of her ears, just
touching her shoulders. He looked across the array of girls in the room, in
their varying states of undress, as he had left them, thinking it had been a
great night. One he intended to repeat regularly. Beneath him, was little
Linda, spread out, waiting for the depraved act he was going to perform, right
away.
He bent forward, and reached with one hand down to her mound, and slipped his fingers across her cleft and down
between her legs. He felt her warmth, and firmness and softness and sexiness.
While he felt her, he started to masturbate himself with his other hand. Soon
his fingers were coated with pre-cum, so he simply changed hands, feeling her pudenda was now very slick.
He continued to masturbate himself, taking his time, while he thought of
all the adventures he’d had with these and other girls recently and how being a
pedo was such fun. Soon, he felt the signs, as his orgasm approached. He needed
to do this carefully. He took his hand away from her pussy, and picked up the
camera. He switched it to video, and started recording.
He was about to cum. He brought his cock right up to her wide open
mouth, and as his first small squirt spurted out, it hit her nose. He adjusted
his aim, just as the second blast shot directly into the back of her mouth. She
gurgled in her throat, swallowing automatically. The next two spurts followed
directly where he intended, making her swallow again, each time. Then, he
lifted his cock for a moment and watched a string of cum, arch over her chin,
leaving a pearlescent line across her little chest, ending at her tummy button.
He lowered his aim again, but instead of shooting into her mouth, as intended,
he splattered her lips. The last couple of squirts went cleanly into her mouth
as he’d hoped. His climax finally ebbed away. He watched, fascinated, as the
trail of cum on her lips dribbled downwards. He used a finger, to scoop it up,
and push it into the corner of her mouth, scraping it off his finger, with her
teeth. She swallowed a couple more times, before her snore continued.
= 27 =
Thursday Morning
The Girls make a Secret Pact.
It was after seven, when Mike woke up in his bed. He got up quickly and
dressed, and went for a short run. He cleaned the pool, before starting to cook
breakfast for the nine girls. The smell of bacon soon had them up and about,
and in a few minutes, they were all sitting around the table eating like they’d
not had anything for a week.
Lucy took another bite and looked at her friend, Sammy, who had stood up
for her at school, and had invited her to come to the party and meet all these
other nice girls. She’d had a lovely day yesterday, and Mike had even taught
her to swim. She then remembered, during the night, how Mike, without any
clothes on, had come over to Sammy, pulled her pale, lime green frilly panties
to one side and fucked her while she slept. Sammy hadn’t even woken.
When she’d told her friend about it as they all lay in bed, just after
Mike had set off on his run, first thing this morning, Sammy had shrugged and
said “That must be why I feel so good this morning. What did he do?” Lucy then
gave Sammy a detailed account, and even added how Mike had then kissed her own coochie and made her feel really good, too. By the end, all
the girls were listening to what was being said.
“Were you shocked, Lucy,” asked Sue, “or did you like what he did?”
“Well, I suppose I was shocked, at first,” said the diminutive, mousey
haired girl, “but then he licked me, you know, down there, and it was nice. Really, really nice. Then afterwards, he said I should ask
my mum if it was alright to, you know, do it with him.”
“Would you like to do it, Lucy?” asked Sue, kindly. “He was very gentle
with me and Elsie.”
“Yeah,” echoed Elsie, “I really enjoy doing it with him, you want to try
it. I want it all the time, now.”
“Sammy and me are the same,” said Emma, joining the conversation.
“Remember how horny you got Sam that time when he tied you down to his table in
the studio, and did stuff to you?”
“God, yes,” said Sammy, “that was real cool. I want to get him to do
that again soon. You want to try it Lucy.”
“Why was it nice, if he tied you down?” asked Lucy, innocently.
“Because you can’t move, and you know he could do anything he wants to
you, and you can’t stop him. It makes it exciting, and …. Soooo gooood.”
They all giggled.
“It is nice to be tied down,” chipped in Elsie, making the other girls
look at her in surprise, “especially when he fucks you,” continued Elsie. Sammy
and Emma, who knew nothing about Elsie’s experiences, now looked at her with
more interest and some surprise. “Yeah,” Elsie went on, “Sue tied me to that
inspection table and when Mike came in, he fucked me for the first time. It was
so exciting, knowing I couldn’t stop him; I couldn’t move. It made it really
good.” None of them noticed Jenny listening more carefully than the others, her
interest piqued.
“What else has he done to you, Sammy?” asked an amazed Sue.
“Well he’s photographed every inch of me, doing striptease and up close,
really close,” she started her list. “Then he licked me all over. He stuck a
plastic toy in my pussy, you know, one of those one’s that vibrate. When he
tied me down, he put it in my bum. Then after, he stuck his cock in there as
well, you know, up my bum. That was nice. But best of all, is when he fucks my
pussy. Do you find that, Katrin?”
Katrin, who’d been silent throughout the conversation, nodded. “Yes,”
she confirmed, “he’s done all those things to me as well. It’s always so good,
so nice. You must try it Lucy, Mike is gentle and kind. He’s the right person
for your first time. He saved my life, twice, and my mum’s, you know. I can’t
tell you about it, I’m not allowed to. But I would do anything for Mike,
anything he asked me to do, whatever it was.”
Sue turned to the dark haired sisters, Sarah and Jenny. “What about you
two? You’ve been very quiet.”
Jenny, who was already thinking about being tied to that table, glanced
at her younger sister, then grinned at Sue. “We both
knew yesterday what we were going to do, Sue. Mike made us feel so good in the pool, we just knew we wanted more. So yeah,” she looked at
the others with a little cheeky smile, ”we’re up for
it, if you all are.”
And so it was agreed, over the next few minutes, not only what they were
going to all do, but that the girls would form a secret group of friends. They
all knew what Mike was. He was a pædophile. He molested and fucked little
girls. But they also knew they enjoyed what he did to them. They knew that he’d
helped each of their mothers in different ways.
So, if and when they had the chance, yes, they would fuck him. Even
little Linda, who needed it explaining a little except, of course, they also
knew the little five year old was just too young, too small.
Then Linda said: “But when we were in the shower yesterday, he lifted me
up and put his thingy between my legs and rubbed himself against me lots, and
squirted some stuff out. My mum saw him do it. Afterwards she said it was OK,
so I suppose I won’t mind if he wants to do it again.”
“In that case,” said Sue, asserting her authority as the oldest girl in
the group, “we all know what we’re going to do, then,
yeah?” They all nodded. “Good. If any of us blab, Mike gets in trouble, and our
fun ends, so we keep quiet. Also, Mike looked after each of our mums, and he’s
helped each of us in different ways too, so we look after him, agreed?” More
nods. “And another thing,” she added, “We look out for each other in the
future.” There were puzzled looks. “For example,” she continued, “Sammy’s
friend Lucy, she gets bullied at school for being small. We’ve all seen it, and
pretended we didn’t. Well that stops now, agreed?” Again they all nodded. “I
think we’re going to have a lot of fun, us girls and Mike, don’t you?” A little
cheer went up at that comment.
“Oh my
So, as Mike cooked some more egg, bacon and sausages, he was taken by
surprise, when Lucy said: “Mike, last night, you know, on the sleepover, did
you come round and mess about with all of us, you know, touching us and stuff,
while we slept, or just one or two of us?”
Mike was surprised at the incisive question, but answered by saying:
“Yes, of course, Lucy, you’re now all my special girls. You wouldn’t want me to
treat one or two differently from the rest, would you? I treat all of you the
same. Of course I came round and touched each of you.”
There was a few seconds pause, before Lucy then said: “Oh, I just
wondered. Do you want to fuck Sarah, Jenny and me all together, or one at a
time?” The girls erupted with laughter. The question, of course, had been
pre-planned. But it apprised Mike that they had been talking together, and each
knew about the other. He was happy about that.
“Oh,” he said, turning the eggs over in the pan, replying as if
discussing a trip to the zoo, “one at a time would be really nice. Who wants to
go first? The others can all watch if you fancy that. Would you like that?” He
asked, looking across at them. The three virgins blushed. Mike had taken the
initiative from Lucy, and turned the tables in a moment. “Another thing,” he
continued, “each of you will be doing it for the first time. You can decide how
you want to do it. Talk to Sammy and Katrin, they’ll give you some ideas, you
know, underneath, on top, from behind, whatever. They’ve tried them all.
Right,” he said, brightly, “who’s ready for some more grub?”
Mike put down his phone. He had just spoken to Alex. She was still
across the road at Alice’s. It sounded as if she was in no hurry to come back
for a few hours yet. The two boys, it would seem had kept her and Alice very
happy, all night, and were still doing so. She’d spoken to Margaret, who was
also happy to stay with
Lucy had gone round to see her mother, as Mike had asked her to do. It
had been an unusual conversation for the eight year old child. “Mummy,” she’d
started, “Mike has said we can stay at his house this morning, if we want to.
Is that OK?”
“Yes darling, that’s fine,” replied Jane, with a smile. “Stay as long as
you want to. Do you want to?”
“Want to what, Mummy?” Lucy asked.
“Fuck Mike, of course, darling,” she stated. “It’s alright if you want
to, I won’t mind. But, only if you want to. Now, don’t
let him hurt you, will you. If he hurts you, I will be cross. But if he’s gentle with you, then that’s fine with me. Make
sure he’s kind to Linda, will you? Now, you go off and have a nice time. You
can tell me about it when you get home.” As she walked back up the road, Lucy
couldn’t believe what her mum had just said. She was so excited, she tingled
inside.
= 28 =
Thursday mid morning
Jenny’s first time.
“Who would like to go first,” asked Mike, as he cleared some of the
bedding from the floor of the sitting room, expecting reluctance, nervousness
and uncertainty, “you decide between you.” What happened surprised him, because
three hands shot up, with “me first, me first,” cries from each of them.
“OK,” he interrupted, before it ended in an argument, “I’ll just get a
pack of cards.” He opened a drawer, and pulled out a well thumbed pack. He
pulled out the ace, two and three of hearts. “Very appropriate,” he thought. He
shuffled them, then placed them face downwards on the table, and shuffled them
around again. “Pick a card, keep it hidden for now,” he said. Everyone watched,
as Sarah picked a card and pressed it to her chest. Even she didn’t peek. Then
Lucy chose hers, and finally Jenny. “Right, lay the cards on the table, face
down,” he instructed. He waited while they did so. “Now when I say three, turn
them over…. One, two three.”
The three cards appeared together, showing that Jenny had number one,
Sarah two, and Lucy was three. Eight year old Jenny held the ace card up in
triumph. “Yay!,” she said, her auburn hair swishing
across her face, as she turned her head, her beautiful green eyes sparkling.
“Well done, Jenny,” said Mike smiling, “have you thought about how you
want to do it?”
“Oh, yes,” she replied immediately, “Sammy and Elsie told me about when
you tied them up on the table in the studio, and how good it was and exciting,
and naughty, and thrilling, and wicked and, and……,” she’d run out of
adjectives, “can you do that to me? I want to remember it for ever.”
Mike was taken aback at an eight year old asking for her first time to
be done in such a way. Certainly his cock was reacting. It liked the idea a
lot. The girls had obviously been talking. He wondered what else they’d
discussed.
“Well I don’t know, Jenny,” in a doubtful tone. “You see there are
conditions if you opt for being tied down. Ask Sammy, she’ll tell you. let’s go into the studio, we can talk about it. The first
condition is…..” they all looked at him inquisitively, “everyone going through
that door has to be dressed exactly the same as Jenny. Otherwise you have to
stay outside.”
“What does he mean?” asked little Linda. “I don’t have a pair of jeans
on and a red top.”
“No,” explained Sue, putting an arm around the five year
old, “he means everyone has to take everything off, you know, be bare.”
“Sammy,” he said, winking at the girl, in a way the others didn’t see,
“why don’t you tell Jenny what happens if she opts to be tied to the table.”
She smiled, winked back and said: “You have to let Mike do anything he
wants to do. Once you’re on the table, he’ll give you a last chance, to untie
you. After that he won’t untie you for any reason, until it’s finished. For me
it was two hours. He might tickle you, he might lick you, he will certainly
touch you everywhere, and I mean everywhere. But at the same time, it’s the
most exciting thing I‘ve ever done, ‘coz I knew he wouldn’t stop, whatever I
said, and I didn’t know what he would do to me next. That’s the exciting bit,
Jenny, not knowing! But remember once he starts, he won’t stop.”
What Sammy, her best friend had said, excited and alarmed Jenny, who’d
thought she would just lie there and he’d fuck her. But this sounded soooo naughty. Her pussy was tingling, really tingling. She
wanted to scratch herself there. She looked at Mike and the group of her new
friends, all waiting for her decision. At last, she nodded to Mike.
“OK,” she said quietly, “what do I have to do?”
“You don’t have to do anything, Jenny,” he said, kindly. “I will do
everything for you. But you heard what Sammy said, Once
I start, I won’t stop for any reason at all, understand? Are you sure you
wouldn’t prefer me to do it to you in the bed, upstairs?”
Jenny was now very aroused. The thought of him tying her up, and doing
stuff to her, without her being able to stop him excited her more than she
thought possible. What he’d done to her yesterday had felt so good, and Sue had
told her several times that fucking for real was ten times as good.
“I’ll do it, Mike,” she said calmly.
Mike already knew that everything was set up ready. The baby oil, the KY
Jelly, both vibrators, the cameras and lighting. The
table was in position. He’d even cleaned most of the stains off the black
padded top from when Elsie had used it the other day.
They all went into the studio. Jenny stood by the table, waiting,
anticipating, while Mike walked slowly towards her. He knelt in front of her
and while he never took his eyes away from hers, he slowly unbuttoned her red
top, letting it fall open a tempting inch. He reached the last button, moving
his hands down a fraction, and unclipped the gold button at the front of her
jeans. Grabbing the tab of the zip, he slowly lowered it, feeling the tension
of the material slacken. Still looking into her eyes, he tugged the jeans down,
feeling them catch on her slightly wider hips, before dropping to the floor.
Next, he pushed the red top off her shoulders, it too dropping to the floor.
Finally, he gripped the sides of her little panties, and tugged them down her
thighs and calves. She was naked now, but for the knee length white socks she
was wearing.
Still, his eyes remained fixed on hers. He brought his hands up and
round her, and cupped her little bottom, feeling the firmness of her youthful
muscles. He leaned forward a couple of inches, and kissed her. He opened his
lips and touched hers with his tongue. She took the hint and opened her mouth
to receive his tongue in. Her hands were now locked tightly behind his neck,
holding him to her. Mike’s hands lowered a few inches, cupping the back of her thighs,
before his fingers slipped between them. She thought and hoped he was going to
start caressing her then, but instead, he suddenly stood up, and lifted her.
Her legs naturally clamped around his waist.
He lowered her gently onto the end of the table, their on going kiss
unbroken. He turned his hands a fraction, feeling her dampness on his fingers.
She stiffened at his touch. She was so aroused now. He circled the pad of his
finger around her clitty for a few seconds, and already she started to gyrate her hips in response.
“Sammy,” he said, finally breaking the kiss, “would you swing out the
arm and leg rests for Jenny, please?” He returned his lips to hers, his fingers
probing between her labia, being careful not to let her rise too high. Her
breathing shortened into pants, her heart rate over one hundred.
When he heard the final extension click into position, he told her to
lie back on the table. Sue placed a cushion under Jenny’s head. Mike made sure
her bottom was well over the edge of the table, her legs now supported on the
pivoted leg extensions. He quickly attached the straps around her ankles and
thighs, another around her waist, and her arms were held around the wrists and
elbows. She couldn’t move at all.
“I’m going to make a start now Jenny, OK?” he said, “I will stop after a
few minutes. And ask If you want me to untie you,
that’s fine, if you want me to. But if you tell me to carry on, after that, I
won’t stop for any reason, understand?” She bit her lip, and nodded.
Mike put his foot on the pedal, and lifted the table up a few inches.
Then, unclipping the vertical lock on the leg rests,
he lifted them upwards, so her feet were pointing at the ceiling and locked
them there. Then unlocking the horizontal pivot, taking the weight in his hands,
he let the leg supports now swing outwards, slowly spreading her thighs apart,
further and further, until they were pointing in opposite directions. Her whole
pudenda opened up. Nothing was hidden. Her vagina was open and dilated, her
hymen stretched across her passage, tight like a drum, a little hole just below
centre showing the dark shadows of her interior, as she moved and clenched. Her
asterisk shaped rosebud was spread, it too slightly dilated, showing her brown
passage into her rectum.
He had a wooden stool, and after sitting on it, he shuffled forward,
bringing his nose to her pussy. He slowly inhaled, his eyes closing in ecstasy
and anticipation. He could see her engorged labia swollen now with the blood of
her lust. Her pink interior glistening with her arousal.
The nub of her clitty
poking out of it’s cowl, hardened, ultra sensitive to the touch
of the tip of his tongue as it teased her for the first time, before sweeping
through her cleft and vagina, tasting the child’s mucus, now oozing from her in
quantity.
She was panting with short breaths. Jenny had never felt so aroused in
her life. Even yesterday in the pool was as nothing to this, and Sue had said
fucking was ten times better. She started to lift and drop her pussy, as far as
the restraint around her waist allowed, trying to increase the pressure between
her and his tongue. She started to rise and was right on the cusp of her
climax, when suddenly, he pulled away and stood up.
She opened her eyes in frustration.
He smiled down at her. “Did you enjoy that Jenny?” he asked. “It looked
like you did.”
She nodded to him, not trusting her voice, her panting now like an over
heated dog.
“Would you like to carry on Jenny, or would you like me to untie you,
now?” he asked. “It’s entirely up to you. But remember what I said.”
Jenny didn’t have to think for a moment. The last few minutes had been
so good, so nice, so intense so rousing she had to
have more. “Please carry on Mike. Don’t wait any longer, please do it.”
“OK, Jenny, if that’s what you want,” he confirmed. “I promise you when
I untie you afterwards, you will be glad you chose to do this. Ready to go?”
The little eight year old nodded, her deep lustrous auburn
hair shimmering, her green eyes glinting in anticipation.
Mike unexpectedly moved away. She had thought he was going to push his
cock into her and fulfil her needs. Instead he was fiddling with his camera
tripod. At first she didn’t know what he was doing, then when the bright studio
lights went on, and he peered through the viewfinder, adjusting focus, she
realised he was going to film her, as he set the camera to video and pressed
record. “You can’t do that. Don’t photograph me.” It was to no avail, Mike
ignored her. He then took his other camera and spent a few minutes photographing
her up close, all over her body. He made sure he’d got plenty of ‘face and
pussy’ shots for his album.
Reaching for the shelf, he lifted down a small bottle of baby oil.
“Would you like
a nice body massage, Jenny?” he asked. Without waiting for an answer, he
unscrewed the top and poured some oil onto his palm. Rubbing his hands
together, he started to apply the oil to her chest, quickly covering her in the
glistening coating, her areolæ receiving particular attention, her tiny nipples
stiffening. Her arms, then neck and shoulders, before starting at her knees, he
worked up her thighs, stopping just short of her pussy. Next he rubbed it into
her tummy, moving down over her mons, cleft, and between her thighs. She
started to rise again, and tried to thrust her pussy into his fingers.
He wiped his hands on a towel, and quickly removed his T-shirt, sweats
and boxers.
“What’s that?” Jenny asked, “what you doing to
my bum. You can’t touch my bum, that’s not fair.”
“Oh it’s fair enough, Jenny,” he replied, as he brought the vibrator up
to her anus, touching her entry, making her clamp for a moment, “you were told
I would touch you, everywhere. You were warned” He gently twisted the thin toy,
and pressed into her without any force, watching it slip in half an inch, an
inch, two. He paused for a few seconds, listening to
her protests of “you can’t, please don’t, untie me. I
don’t want you to do that.” All ignored by Mike, who carried on pressing the
white plastic further and further into her, twisting it all the time as he
went. At last it was in, all the way, six inches into the child, just the wider
rim, nestled around her rosebud showing where it was. Then, he switched it on.
She jerked hard at the unexpected stimulating. She gasped, “oohh
Mike reached once more to the shelf, and picked up another toy. It was
the one with a flat base and a flexible shaft, and round vibrating tip. He
placed it on Jenny’s mound, and bent the shaft down, until the tip only just
touched her clitty, and switched it on also. Again she jerked, but as she did,
her mound tensed and the tip lifted away from her. As she relaxed again, it
touched her once more. Again she responded, making the tip move away in a
frustrating cycle for the little girl.
Jenny lay on the table. Her mind in a turmoil.
One part wanted this to end, another was so excited, she
needed to know what would happen next. This last thing he’d put on her lower
tummy felt wonderful, but every time she got pleasure, it moved, it ended. It
was so maddening. She needed it more, but she couldn’t control it. Only Mike
could do that. Then she felt him start to pull out the thing he’d shoved up her
bum. It had started to feel nice, so she said “Don’t pull that out, I’ve got
used to it now, it feels nice, push it back in, Mike.”
But still Mike ignored her. He left it a couple of inches inside her
bum, while he reached for the other, thicker, longer, vibrator. He smeared more
KY Jelly on it’s tip, and as he pulled the small one
out, he pushed the larger one in, twisting as it went. He watched while the
toy, like the other, slowly sank further into her. She grunted several times as
she felt it forcing it’s way into her bum, passed a
bit of poo. It took a couple of minutes, but once it started to go, it slid the
whole eight inches into her bowels without pause. She was about to protest
again, at the discomfort, when he switched it on, once more making her cry out.
He adjusted the flexible vibrator, still sitting on her mons, so it pressed
harder into her clitty. Feeling the change, she knew she was going to cum now,
for sure. Everyone in the room held their breath with the girl, until she
suddenly whooshed out her gasp of orgasmic climax. They all did too. By now,
several of the naked girls were frantically rubbing themselves, feeling the
pleasure they knew Jenny was about to experience and exceed. But just as she
came, Mike took away the little flexible vibrator. The poor girl was left
hanging, her vagina opening and closing on fresh air.
“Oh nooooo,” she cried out, “put it back,
please put it back.” Mike continued to ignore her, while he now leaned forward,
and nibbled her nipples while his cock just brushed through her cleft. Her
areolæ engorged further. Her little ring of goosebumps
darkening, hardening. The poor child was now sobbing: “please, please,
please.” And on her torment went.
Mike stood between her thighs, his balls resting on her mound, his cock
settled on her lower belly. “Would you like me to put my nice long cock in you,
Jenny? Would you?” he teased.
“Yes, please, put it in,” she pleaded, “please.”
“OK,” he said, “if that what you would like, I will put it in you.”
He reached down, and slowly pulled the thick, long vibrator from her
bum. As soon as it popped out of her, his cock was there ready, and slipped
into her with almost no resistance at all, a full seven and a half inches into
her in one movement.
“Ohmy
“It’s OK, Jenny,” he said, smiling down at her pretty face, “I put it in
you like you asked me to. Here, let me show you.” He pulled his cock back three
or four inches, and pressed in again, repeating it several times. But
simultaneously, he slid the flexible shaft vibrator back against her clitty
once more. Instantly, she jerked in reaction, taking a sharp intake of breath.
He almost pulled right out of her and pushed back in harder, his pubes scraping
against her buttocks. Out and in, out and in, getting quicker
each time. Soon, he was slapping against her bum, his balls swinging up
under her. The vibrator was doing the trick, and very soon, she was rising again, her breath getting shorter.
The next bit needed good timing, and picking up the large vibrator once
more, he pulled himself from her, and shoved the toy into her, the buzzing
clearly audible, while he lifted his cock an inch and
pushed into the entry to her vagina. Her eyes popped open, when she realised
his crown was pressing in. Her labia squeezed outwards, turning pale as her
blood was pressed from them, before he eased. He pressed again, and again.
Pre-cum and Jenny’s own wet mucus was flowing from her vagina down into her bum
crack in a steady stream.
Suddenly, the rim of his crown popped through her entry, the pressure
easing momentarily, while his tip pressed against her hymen. The vibrator on her clitty continued it’s
stimulation of her most sensitive place, and moments later, she came once more.
Mike took the opportunity at that instant, to shove in through her barrier. She
squeaked, but the climax she was enjoying soon swept away any discomfort she
might have felt. Mike held still for a few seconds, before commencing some micro
fucks. Each push, he slipped in a tiny amount more. All the while, she clamped
on his crown, with her ongoing climax.
Jenny lay there, the most wonderful feelings
washing over her again and again. She couldn’t believe how good she was
feeling, and she knew the best was yet to cum. When she’d agreed to be tied to
the table, she’d been so nervous. She’d nearly not done it. It was the
embarrassment of backing out in front of all her new friends had made her
agree. Then he’d rubbed oil all over her. That had felt really sexy, so grown up, his hands had felt all over her body.
But then he’d started to mess with her bum, pushing things into it. At
first, it felt uncomfortable, and she’d told him to stop, but he’d ignored her,
and she was glad he had, because after a while, it started to feel really good.
And then, he’d pushed his thing into her, his cock, all the way in, right
inside her bum. That also felt wrong, and she’d told him, and again he’d
ignored her, and again after a while it started to feel nice, especially when
he put that buzzy thing against her clitty. She’d cum
then, really cum. But now, here she was tied down, unable to move, her legs
spread as wide as possible, with a man’s cock deep inside her pussy, getting
deeper still, and all the while she was cuming.
All the girls were crowded around the table, trying to see clearly where
Mike and Jenny were joined. She was so stretched, it looked an impossible fit,
and yet they could all see she was enjoying this immensely. Lucy and Sarah
couldn’t wait for their turns, but both wondered how something so large could
possibly get into them, knowing they were even smaller there than Jenny. While
they watched, he started a fucking motion, his cock starting to slide slowly in
and out of her. The girls could see that as he pushed into her, her clitty
seemed to dip, kiss his shaft, and get dragged into her vagina too. Then when
he pulled out, her whole pussy seemed to turn inside out, her wet red and coral
coloured interior pulled out with him, before the cycle repeated. It was just
so sensual, so erotic.
Mike upped his pace, knowing she was cuming continuously now, her
passage clamping rhythmically on him, her breathing irregular pants. She was
grunting and crying out in her pleasure. Mike had fucked many, many girls, and
knew some got great pleasure from it, while others went much further, and got
such immense sensory overload, they couldn’t give any coherent expression,
until their gratification ended. Jenny certainly was one of these, like Elsie
had been too, when she’d passed out, more than once.
“Ohhhgawwdd, ohhhgawwdd,
ohhhhhhhhh, nggghhhhhhh, aagghhhhhhh, yeeeesssss, ohhhgawwdd,” she mumbled, loudly, her body straining
against the restraints, while he started to fuck her properly, his pace
increasing again. His balls were swinging up under her, slapping into the
valley between her buttocks.
Mike, who found tying up little girls, before he fucked them, just so
erotic, knew he would cum any moment, and soon felt the telltale signs in his
prostate and balls. He managed to hold back for another few seconds, but the
dominos of his orgasm were already tumbling, unstoppable, and suddenly he
exploded deep into her, his crown pulsing, swelling as he blasted his powerful
ejaculation deep into her. So nice, so good. Feeling
his crown swell, and the warm wetness deep within her coating her insides,
Jenny gasped, her incredibly powerful climax suddenly increasing. She could
feel his thighs slapping into hers, his cock banging into her deepest part, her
wonderful sensations………
“She’s fainted,” said Mike, smiling. “I think she enjoyed that a bit too
much.” By this point in time, he was slowing, his spurts turning into dry
heaves, his pulsing slowing, his own breathing calming again. He was about to
pull out of her, when she opened her eyes again, immediately smiling at him,
and her friends around the room.
“Fuck, but was that good,” she stuttered, ”oh,
fuck me.”
“I just did,” he quipped, “or did you faint sooner than I thought and
miss the fun.” Jenny laughed, as did all the other girls.
“No, of course not, silly,” she giggled, “but can I do this again soon?
I gotta do it again, please.”
“Sure,” he replied, “perhaps tomorrow. But next will be little Sarah’s
turn, then Lucy’s. It will be a while before I’m ready to go, so what do you
girls want to do, shall we all have a group photo session here in the studio? I
think you’re all dressed ready, hmm?”
The girls looked at each other, and giggled, as they realised Mike
intended to take photos of them all naked together.
= 29 =
Thursday late morning
Grooming Linda
“Right,” he said, reaching up above him, “let’s just pull down the green
screen background cloth.” He spread the cloth down and across the floor. He
selected some music on his phone, and relayed it through his blue tooth
speaker. “OK, girls, let’s start with some dancing.” They got onto the green
cloth, and started to dance in various styles. Using the camera hand held, he
soon started to capture their movements.
“That’s great, now try dancing in pairs, would you?” he asked. They
paired off quickly, roughly matching heights. The music came to an end, and the
next piece started. But Mike had put on a very slow piece. “Put your arms
around each other,” he instructed. “Cuddle in close to each other. Sammy and Emma,
try being a bit more adventurous, would you? You know what to do.” The two girls, had been friends for many years. They’d experimented
on each other lots of times, and had confided in Mike about some of the things
they’d tried, before he’d come into their lives, and taken their pleasure to a
new plane.
They didn’t need telling twice, Sammy and Emma started kissing one
anther intimately, their tongues wrestling, while they placed their palms
between each other’s thighs, and curled their fingers up into their clefts,
quickly finding their clitties, massaging, caressing, masturbating, pleasuring.
The other girls, watching, one by one, followed suit, experimenting. Jenny and
Elsie were paired together. Suddenly, Elsie held her hand up, looking at her
fingers, now coated in semen, which had seeped from Jenny, while she’d been
dancing.
“Ew,” said Elsie, grinning around, catching
everyone’s attention, “my hand’s all sticky.” Then slowly turning, she sucked
her fingers, one by one, tasting the semen, licking herself clean. Mike caught
it all on camera.
“Line up, backs to me,” he asked. “Now bend over, feet as far apart as
you can. That’s fantastic girls pussy galore. OK, one
more, everyone lie on the floor, side-by-side, feet up
and apart, and hold yourselves open. Oh, Lucy, could you show little Linda how
to do it, please? Well done.”
The photography continued. Mike got the girls to rub each other, some would even lick, but not all, yet. He’d work on
that. “Who wants a swim, now?” They had got quite hot, under the studio lights,
and welcomed the idea, and trooped out.
Soon, they were all splashing about in the pool. They could all swim,
now, except little five year old Linda. So Mike let her hold on to his
shoulders, as he swam around the pool. After a while, he stood where the depth
started to increase, watching the girls playing. Linda clung on to his neck,
her tiny legs wrapped as far round him as they would reach. After a while, she
looked at him, obviously wanting to ask him something.
“What is it squirt?” he asked, kindly.
“Mike,” she said in a quiet whinny voice he almost missed, “you know I’m
only lickle. But I want to be a big girl, like my
sister, and Shammy, and Ka’rin,
and the ovvers. They shed I was too little for you to
want me. Is that true?”
Choosing his words carefully, he looked at her, eye to eye and said:
“No, darling, it isn’t. Do you understand what I like to do with little girls?”
he asked.
“Yesh,” she said, confidently, in her little
girl voice “Loothy told me. She shed what you did before
to Jenny is called fucking, and you’re going to fuck her next, she shed that
you would put your big thing in her and squirt stuff into her, and make her
squawk and squeal like Jenny did, and that I’m too small, and you wouldn’t want
me anyway.”
“Yes that’s partly right,” said Mike, rubbing her bottom in a reassuring
way, his finger tips slipping through her tiny valley, feeling her silky soft
skin. “But only partly right. You see, I really like doing things to little
girls like you. You might not be big enough for me to go inside your little
pussy, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy other things.”
“What short of fings?” she asked immediately.
“Well, I can play with your little pussy, if you like, to make it feel
nice, and if you’re very good, I’ll try and see if it will go in your bottom,
as well. I can rub it,
or use that toy which buzzes, like I used on Jenny. You can touch
me too if you wanted to. Or, I can kiss you down there, it will feel really
good, or you can kiss me too. We could even do it at the same time. Then if you
are a very good girl, I might even let you put my little man in your mouth and
suck it, while I play with your bottom…”
“Would you want to put your little man in my bottom too?” she asked.
“Like you did to Jenny,” she interrupted, “sticking it in her bottom?”
“Yes, if you wanted to try and be a big girl,” Mike suggested, pushing
his finger tip against her anus, making her jerk slightly. He knew those words
would work, when she’d had time to think it through. He’d had his cock in five
year old bums before, but they’d all been Vietnamese or Cambodian, trained in
doing it. Linda would need great care, if he was to try it. It was probable it
wouldn’t be possible for some years yet. “So you see, Linda,” he continued,
“there are lots of ways we can do stuff, if you want to be a big girl. Just not the same as some of the older girls, just yet.”
She smiled at him, his words reassured the child. “That’sh
good,” she lisped. “When can I try to be a big girl?”
“Whenever you want, Linda,” he answered, “but first I have to fuck Sarah
and Lucy, don’t I?”
“Yesh,” she said, after thinking about it for
a moment, “you promished them you would fuck them firsht. I remember. Can I be next?”
“Yes, poppet,” he chuckled at her enthusiasm, “you can be next, if you
like.” Mike smiled to himself, as he walked away towards the steps of the pool, sometimes it was just so easy to groom the little
ones.
= 30 =
Thursday Mid morning
Sarah finds an addiction.
The girls were still playing around in the water. Mike had dried
himself, and was sitting on one of the patio chairs, idly watching them all.
His cock was stirring once more, readying itself for the hard day ahead. He
looked at Sarah, and wondered what she would feel like inside. He’d fucked quite
a few seven year old’s before, but he always took great care, because he didn’t
want to hurt or damage them, which could easily happen if he rushed things. It
was to his huge advantage that his cock was so thin, although long. He noticed
she was watching him from the water, while the others played their little girl
games. He gave a slight nod, and waved the fingers of his hand to indicate she
should come over to him. She climbed the pool steps and ran round the side of
the pool to him.
“Did you want me?” Sarah asked, “is it my turn yet?”
“Would you like your turn now, darling?” he asked in return.
“Uh huh,” she answered, smiling, her hips swaying from side to side in
the way little girls do, when they’re unsure or embarrassed.
“Would you like all the other girls to watch you, Sarah,” he asked
quietly, “or would you rather we went inside without them knowing?” She nodded.
“Just us,” she confirmed.
“OK,” he said, “you go in now and get dry. I’ll stay here for a couple
of minutes, then I’ll tell the others I need to check
my e-mails, or something.” She grinned and nodded, and scampered off into the
house.
Mike had noticed Katrin was watching him talking to Sarah. As soon as
the seven year old had gone inside, she climbed out of the pool and walked over
to him. He put his arm around her wet waist, his fingers idly feeling her firm
pert bottom, slipping into her valley, touching her tight little rosebud. She
reached down, and without warning, grasped his cock and squeezed the crown.
“Feels like you’re nearly ready for the little one,” she stated in
Russian, grinning. “Do you want some help, you know, pulling her legs apart, or
holding her cunt open for you? I would like to do that.”
“No,” he chuckled at her levity, “I think I can manage. What I would
like you to do, though is tell the other girls what
we’re doing in about twenty minutes. Get them all dried off, and come and find
us. We’ll be in my bedroom. But, stay outside the room. Be as quiet as you can,
until you know she’s getting to enjoy herself, then you can come in and watch,
or join in or whatever.” She nodded vigorously, grinning again, before running
off, her pert little bum wiggling, and jumping into the pool to join her new
friends.
Mike went inside, and found Sarah, having had a quick shower, rubbing
herself down with a towel. As he turned the corner, though, he noticed her
pulling her hand from her groin, a momentary look of guilt crossing her face,
immediately replaced with a blush and slight smile, both knowing what had
transpired.
“Shall we go upstairs?” he asked, holding his hand out towards her. She
walked towards him, then, unexpectedly stepped up onto the seat beside him, and
holding her arms out, jumped onto him, her arms clinging round his neck, her
legs wrapping around his waist. Mike in reaction, cupped her buttocks with both
hands. He walked through the kitchen, his fingers now blatantly feeling her
open pudenda running from her bottom, over her pussy, to her mons and back.
He slowly walked up the stairs, his fingers now trailing through her
cleft, pussy and anus, pressing in, feeling her, enjoying her, wanting her.
Pushing the door open with his foot, he moved to the bed, and lowered the naked
child onto the centre of his wide bed. Mike lay alongside her, looking into her
eyes, their noses almost touching. Their fingers explored each other, finding
slippery dampness, seeping from the other. They lay there and teased each other
for a few minutes, before Mike clung to her, cradling her to his chest, and
rolled over onto his back, bringing her up with him. Her knees naturally
dropped either side of his hips, opening her up for his exploring fingers. His
cock, by now, was as hard as an iron bar, nestled through her cleft and bum
crack, his crown sticking up in the air above her buttocks. Pre-cum started to
drip down his shaft, into her valley
He knew, from experience, that seven year olds were tight, often too
tight and usually too dry. He would need more lubrication, so reached across to
his bedside table, and picked up a tube of KY Jelly. Working behind her back,
he unscrewed the cap and squeezed a dollop onto his finger and spread it across
his crown, both under and over his foreskin. Then, he reached down with one
hand, finding her open vagina, and spread her further apart with two fingers.
With the other hand, he presented the tube to her entry, and pushing in
slightly, squeezed another splodge of jelly directly into her, making her squeak, at the contact of the cold slime.
Mike lifted her hips up with both hands, and moved her up, until he
could feel his crown slip down through her bum crack, over her perineum and
find the little recess of her vaginal entry. He lowered her carefully down onto
his belly, his crown now pressing firmly into her. He could feel her labia
flexing either side of his cock, every time she moved or tensed her muscles. He
knew now, they were in for a waiting game, dependant on how long, if at all,
she would take to dilate.
She was trying to look down her body at where she felt him pressing to
her. He put a finger under her chin, and gently lifted her face towards his,
and brought his mouth to hers. He kissed her, and she immediately responded in
kind, pressing herself to him. He let his tongue emerge, slipping along her
lips, exploring. She instantly copied him, their tongues soon enjoying a little
game of hide and seek. When he opened his mouth, she
was already ahead
of him, her tongue diving into him, seeking, caressing his tongue. So sensual.
He reached his hand, palm up, under her belly. Sensing his intention,
she lifted herself slightly. His finger tips slipped down over her mons,
finding her dimple, and below that, the cowl of her clitty. He pressed further,
then drawing back, felt her tiny nub, swollen, hardened, ready.
Carefully, he pressed and released and slipped his finger against her, feeling
her tense slightly. He repeated it, now feeling her body press back down
against him. She started an, almost imperceptible hip movement, pushing her
little clit against his invading fingers. Her breathing too, shortened, as her
nostrils flared with the stimulus between her thighs.
All the while Sarah had been staring into his eyes. She liked his eyes,
they were kind. In fact, she had liked Mike from the moment she had met him. Her piercing green eyes trying to read his thoughts, while their
bodies gave such pleasure to one another. She knew this was illegal,
against every social more, but she was loving every
moment of it. When Mike had fiddled with her in the pool, she’d cum a bit and
knew then, that she’d want him to do it again. She was puzzled, though, that
her mum seemed to know about Mike, and what he was going to do to her. All her
life, Mum had been so strict, never allowing her the freedoms other girls had.
Once, Sarah had unconsciously rubbed her pussy when it itched a bit, and Mum
had smacked her hand away. Then suddenly, this morning, she’d said it was OK to
do anything Mike asked her to do. Anything at all.
Sarah was only seven, but she’d seen and heard a lot from the other girls, and
knew what was about to happen would change her life, and for the better.
As Sarah lay there on top of Mike, her knees either side of his hips,
his thingy pressing into her secret place, where only she and her mum had
touched before, she became aware of his breathing becoming deeper. His chest
seemed to be getting hotter, they were becoming damp
with sweat. Then she realised with a shock, all that had been her, not Mike. It
was her who was sweating, and hot. She leaned into him, and kissed him again,
her tongue once more exploring his mouth, as he did hers. She felt a movement.
Was she opening up to him, would it be possible, could she? Would it hurt?
Suddenly a thousand questions of doubt flashed through her mind. She tensed.
“It’s alright, my darling Sarah,” he said in a reassuring tone, as if
he’d read her thoughts, “just let it happen, don’t rush it, relax and enjoy
your first time.”
She knew he was right, and as her cheek once more rested on his blond
hairy chest, she felt the tension ease, the stiffness of her muscles softening.
His warm hands on her back, one caressing her shoulder, the
other holding her bum, his fingers trailing into her crack. A minute or
so later, she suddenly felt movement. Hot, slippery movement,
between her legs. His thingy was slipping into her. She’d seen it stiff
before, and knew it would never go inside her. It was far too big. When she had
climbed on top of him, he’d wanted to rest it there, against her coochie, and it had felt good, nice, so she’d let him. But
she never dreamt he would actually try, or be able to push it in. But she
sensed it move again, and suddenly it popped inside. She felt the elastic of
her entry snap over his wide bit. It was uncomfortable for a moment, then it was OK. Suddenly, she felt warm, and secure, and
tingly and wanting more. This was good. So nice. Then
it got better.
Mike didn’t move for a few seconds, then he
slipped his hand under her, his fingers feeling her firm mound, her dimple and
cleft, then her cowl, hiding her tiny nub. His pre-cum had oozed down through
her cleft. She was very slippery, now. So sexy. So erotic. He let his finger tip lightly play over her slimy
clit, moving gently back and forth. It wasn’t long, before he sensed a
tensioning in her limbs. But this time it wasn’t nerves, this time it was her
body reacting to the stimulation women have enjoyed for a million years.
Sarah felt the tingles inside her become stronger. She was suddenly hot
and sensitive, perspiration beaded on her brow. Every move his fingers made,
her pussy reacted to it. Her own arousal had started to flow. She’d felt it
joining his slippery pre-cum, running down between her thighs, making
everything better smoother, slipperier. She felt him start to strum her nub.
She’d done this herself recently a few times. Jenny, her older sister had shown
her what to do, but it had never felt as nice as this. It was getting nicer and
nicer, she felt him jerk as he strummed her, and…….
“Aaaaahhhhhh, oohhhhhh,
hhhaaaaaaaa,” she exclaimed, as her climax crashed
over her, her tingling suddenly becoming so strong, it made all her muscles go
tight, down there. She realised that he’d stopped. Slowly the wonderful
feelings eased off. Then she realised something had changed. His cock was
inside her now. Several inches. He’d penetrated her hymen
during her orgasm, and she’d never felt a thing. She looked up at his kind
face, and smiled in reply to his grin.
“Ready for the nice bit, Sarah?” he asked. She remained silent, but
nodded, her eyes soon closing with the intense overwhelming feelings coursing
through her body, as he started to fuck her in earnest. Mike’s cock slowly
pulled from her, almost popping out, before pushing all the way into her, nudging
her end, and pulling back again. She looked down, and could see her clit kiss
his shaft as he pressed in, dragging it into her vagina, before reversing out
once more, making the damp, red, coral and cream lining of her cunt appear as
he dragged it out of her, before pressing in once more, the cycle repeating.
Mike was in heaven. Sarah had a vagina which clung to him, and yet
permitted him to fully penetrate her as far as her cervix, each thrust, he could feel the ribbed contours of her passage massaging
his cock, squeezing him, pulsing on him, caressing him. Each time he nudged
into her end, she grunted, her clenched mouth twitching in response, a sharp
intake of breath through her nose indicating her timing. Her expression
suggested she was in pain, but Mike knew better. He’d seen intense pleasure
such as this, displayed many times before, but rarely in one so young. Her
vagina was now clamping continuously on his cock, betraying just how intense
her ongoing climax was, even though she didn’t make loud gasping sounds yet.
Then, Sarah’s breathing got shorter, and she started to snort through her
nose, making little piggy noises, as she grunted out her pleasure, Mike’s cock
being squeezed even harder. The little seven year old
was now cuming like a veteran. She was completely out of her senses, so intense
was her continuous orgasm.
Mike had one more thing he wanted to do. He was already holding her
buttocks, one in each hand. He pulled her further apart and pressed his middle
finger down the valley of her bottom, finding her anus. It was coated with a
thick layer of pre-cum. He pushed his finger gently into her, feeling her
sphincter clenching with her climax. He timed it, and as she released, he
pushed his finger in, slipping passed the first knuckle, before she clenched
again. When she released the next time, he pushed again, sinking into her rectum,
as far as his finger could reach. So good
As he thrust his cock into her, he could now feel his finger pressing
against her rectovaginal septum, the thin skin
membrane between the rectum and vagina. And, his finger could feel his cock.
Sarah, by now was burbling incoherent mutterings. She was completely in a
fantasy world, so far into her orgasm was she absorbed. Certainly even Mike,
who had seen and experienced it all, as far as pre-teen sex was concerned was amazed just how much pleasure this child was
getting from her first fuck.
It had only been a couple of hours, since he’d fucked Sarah’s older
sister, and so he was able to hold out and make this last. But, even so, he
felt the early stages of his climax building within his prostate. He paced himself,
trying to make this fantastic fuck last a few seconds longer, but it wasn’t to
be. Her clenching suddenly intensified a few times, and Mike knew he had tipped
over the edge. There was that half second pause, like the instant before an
aircraft touches the runway, and suddenly he was blasting into her, pressing as
deep as her cervix would permit, pulse after pulse after pulse, squirting right
into her immature womb. Sarah squeaked loudly, as she felt her insides coated
with his warm sticky semen.
Then there was a moment of silence, before the room erupted with
clapping, laughter, and half a dozen little girl voices, all chirruping
together. Sarah was startled, not having known they had all crept silently into
the bedroom at the height of her climax. Still lying on Mike’s belly, her legs
either side of his hips, she turned and looked over her shoulder and grinned at
her friends, who were all smiling at her, knowing just how good she felt at
this moment. She went to pull off him, thinking it was all over. But, Mike held
her tight.
“There’s no rush, Sarah,” he said soothingly. “Enjoy the moment. Lie
still and just feel your body relaxing. Wait until it’s all over before you
move.”
Sarah lay her cheek back down on Mike’s chest. She concentrated on the
feelings deep within her, feeling little flutterings,
as her cervix reminded her of the wonderful time she’d had. She certainly never
felt self conscious or embarrassed at the position she was in, with her thighs
spread out so wide, as she straddled him with his cock curling up and into her
tiny vagina, being watched closely by all her new friends, who could all see
his semen and some virginal blood that had seeped from her.
She thought about her new friends she’d only met since they moved here
the other week, and knew she wanted to live here forever. She’d moved house
four times in the last five years, and never wanted to move again. But above
all, she knew what she now wanted. She wanted Mike to make her feel this good
again, and again. She was already a sex addict. She wondered why adults didn’t
allow little girls like her to enjoy the feelings she’d just had. Perhaps they
were selfish, and wanted to keep all the fun for themselves. On that thought,
she never realised that she fell asleep. She never felt Mike pull himself out
of her, roll her over onto her back, or cover her with a duvet. It was hunger
at lunch time that woke her, and the smell of Mike cooking downstairs.
= 31 =
Thursday Midday
Lucy takes her turn.
When they came downstairs from the bedroom, they looked out of the
window, and were surprised to see sheets of rain pouring down outside,
pattering the surface of the pool. Unbeknown to them, it was end of the warm,
sunny spell, they’d all enjoyed for the last few weeks, start of autumn and the
prelude to one of the wettest winters ever recorded. The following week was the
start of the new school year anyway, so the girls weren’t too worried about
summer finally coming to an end. Besides, they now knew they all had a new
indoor interest they wanted to pursue. The girls all knew their lives had taken
on a new facet, giving them a fresh enthusiasm in all they did.
“Right girls, take one of these each,” he said, as he handed round some
chocolate bars. “Would you like to watch a movie on the big screen, as it looks
like swimming has ended for the day?”
The girls had a mini conference, and asked if they could see the new
Captain Marvel film. Mike plugged in his laptop to the wide screen TV, and in a
minute or so, set the movie running.
“While you girls are watching the film, would you mind if you would each
come through to the studio, one at a time?” he asked. “It’s just that I want to
take a portrait of each of you.” Whereas this was perfectly true, he wanted a
framed head and shoulders photograph of each of them on his studio wall, he
also wanted to spend ten minutes with each of them, taking some extremely
intimate photographs. The girls all grinned at one another. They weren’t fooled
at all. They knew perfectly well what he was up to.
“Give me a couple of minutes, would you, while I set up,” he asked,
“then come in one at a time.” Mike went into the studio, and drew down the light blue
backdrop screen, then placed a chair in the middle of the room. He adjusted the
tripod mounted lights and aimed the umbrella reflectors. He chose the camera
and adjusted the settings for the light. Next, he pulled out the inspection
table out, and set the leg supports as he needed them. He’d just done that,
when Emma pushed open the door, and peered round.
“Am I too early, Mike?” she asked. He grinned
at her, and waved her in.
“No, not at all,” he smiled, “just in time.”
Mike had taken thousands of portraits over the years, and knew exactly
what he wanted. Head and shoulders poses, no clothing distracting the eye. The
same lighting, camera settings, background, would all make a lovely set of
prints for his wall and their mothers’. He took a couple of test shots,
adjusting the light angle and aperture, then took half
a dozen pictures he knew would be exquisite. Then he waved her over to the
inspection table.
“You don’t mind if I photograph you for my personal album, do you Emma?”
he asked. She shook her head, still grinning. The girls had all been laughing
in the sitting room, that this was what Mike really wanted. “Sit on the end of
the table, would you, and lie back? That’s right, put
your legs up on the rests.” Mike had set the leg rests, so it was a stretch for
her to spread her legs that far. But being the fit young girl she was, she
managed it. But her thighs were so far apart, it was
right on her limit.
He used a standard camera, fitted with a macro lens, to photograph her
closely between her legs, asking her to pull herself open as wide as she could.
Then, lifting her face to get the essential cunt and face shot,
her green eyes showing so clearly. The lovely dark haired girl was so
beautiful, especially her pussy, which seemed to have a beauty of it’s own. He was really pleased Sammy had introduced her to
him.
Finally, Mike wanted the ultimate “inside” shots. He had invented and
supplied through Eagle eyed Industries a new colposcope. It is a long, black,
flexible shaft. There were some wires trailing from one end, where some black knurled
plastic surrounded the end. The shaft was very thin, less than a ten millimetres
in diameter. It could be used with a laptop or standard digital camera. He
plugged it into a mini
Mike placed the tip into her open vagina, and turned the little gnarled
knobs, as he pushed it into her, steering it towards her interior, recording
every bump and undulation of her beautiful passage. No wonder she felt so good
to fuck. She was barely aware of what he was doing, other than she felt a
tickling inside her. He reached her cervix, and twisting the knobs, soon found
the little gap, and pushed through into her cervical canal and finally, her
womb. He turned the knobs, making the head move around, displaying every corner
of her deepest part. He slowly pulled it back out of her, and switched off the
camera. He’d got what he wanted recorded for his file.
“That’s it, Emma, all done,” he said, smiling at her, “would you let the
next one know I’m ready. Tell Lucy I want her last of all, as I want to let her
have her first time after the photos are all taken.” He watched her little
bubble bum, as she walked out of the studio. He remembered she would be nine
years old in a couple of weeks time. He needed to
think of something so the girls could all celebrate it together. A nice
birthday fuck was certainly needed for her. He smiled to himself as he
considered whether he should tie a red ribbon round his cock. He also wondered
if he should invite her mum round to watch.
It only took about ten minutes to photograph each of the girls, and he
had finished all of them except Lucy, before the movie ended. He timed her
session to start a few minutes before the credits ran. He photographed her
exactly the same as he had the others, but when it came to using the
colposcope, Mike had a wicked idea. He pulled out his little bottle of Golden
Lotion, and using a cotton bud he dipped it into the bottle, had dabbed a
liberal coating around the end of the lens. He was careful, as the flexible
shaft slipped into her vagina, not to waste the fluid, by wiping it along the
sides of her passage. His only worry was that he’d never applied the lotion on
a conscious girl before, only when he’d used his knockout drops.
Like with the other girls, he saw her cervix in the camera lens. He
looked around for the smooth surface of skin indicating her ‘G’ spot, and
pushed the shaft towards it. When he touched her, she jerked suddenly, her mons
lifting several inches, her bum flying off the table.
“Fucking hell,” she cried, “what the hell was that?”
“What happened?” asked Mike in an innocent tone. “Are you alright,
Lucy?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” she responded doubtfully, looking down at her mons,
as if it would give her an answer, “I just had an amazing feeling deep inside
me,” she explained. “At first it was like an electric shock, but now it feels
all warm and tingly and nice down there. Really nice.
God, it feels nice.” She moved her hand down her belly over her mound, her
fingers searching for her clitty. Without any embarrassment, she started to
strum her nub. “Oh Jeez,” she muttered, “when will it be my turn, Mike, I think
I’m as ready for you now as I’ll ever be. God, I need it now, Mike. What’s the
matter with me? Oh,
Mike hadn’t expected this reaction from one simple dose of the lotion.
He’d always assumed the effect increased in time, over the three days. He now
realised it must diminish with time, and she’d had a dose, moments ago, he’d
just lit her fuse. He’d lit his own fuse too, because he’d found her reaction
incredibly arousing.
“Don’t worry, Lucy,” he told the child, as he
grasped her around the waist, “bend over the end of the inspection table. Lie
face down. Let’s see if we can sort you out, shall we?” Mike smiled, as she
nearly leaped onto the table, and spread her knees outwards in her haste to
relieve the incredible sensations overwhelming her.
“Ohh,” she stuttered, “here it comes again, I
can’t I, ohh, nnnnggggggg, aaahhhhhh,” she gasped, as a second climax surged through
her. Her body trembling with the sensations coursing through
her. Mike could see yellow liquid running down her legs. She had wet
herself. As he looked, though, he was amazed to see her gaping pussy was not
just opening and closing in time to her pulses, but she was dilated wider than
he’d ever seen any eight year old before, her hymen stretched taut. And he hadn’t
even touched her yet. He knew for sure he was going to use the lotion more
often in future. This was just incredible. Still holding her hips, he stepped
up behind her, and the moment his crown touched her entry, she came again,
pushing back against him. Her cries of pleasure just
mutterings now, impossible to understand.
Mike had had some live ones on the end of his cock over the years, but
he’d never experienced anything quite like this. She was eight years old, and
out of control for the sexual drive coursing through her. Even as he reached
down with his fingers, teasing her labia apart and pushed his crown against
her, she shoved back against him. His crown popped through her entry without
resistance. He started his micro thrusts, working at dilating her, but already,
he could feel the slippage, as his tip nudged her hymen. Lucy lifted herself up
off the table a few inches, her hands gripping the edges. She looked over her
shoulder, before pushing back with her arms, her bum pressing into Mike. His cock
tore through her membrane, sinking two inches into her vagina. She never even
flinched. Instead, he knew from her clenching and breathing, her orgasm had
intensified. He continued his micro thrusts, feeling his cock sink into the
child, parting the walls of her passage, inch by excruciating inch.
He was letting Lucy set the pace now, He was thrusting gently, not
pushing inwards, but it was Lucy that was pushing herself onto his cock,
forcing him deeper. Suddenly he nudged her end. Two things immediately
happened. Firstly, Mikes crown came into contact with the Golden Lotion, still
coating her ‘G’ spot, sending sensational shocks, like electricity, up his
shaft. Secondly, She erupted with yet another, more
intense climax, which seemed to try and pinch the tip of his cock right off.
Mike held still, while Lucy enjoyed the biggest orgasm she’d ever had, and was
ever likely to in the future. Finally, she calmed, her breathing that of a
runner after a marathon.
“Did you like your first time, Lucy?” he asked her. “You know we’re not
finished yet, don’t you?” She moaned. She wondered how much more of this she
could take. Mike was aware that not only was she still gently pulsing,
squeezing his cock in a most wonderful way, but that the lotion was burning his
crown, making him more and more lustful, and certainly harder, longer, thicker.
At last, her climax ended and her breathing calmed, even
though he still felt occasional clenches.
Mike had wondered how to end this incredible fuck. Just blasting into
her didn’t seem to do it justice. “Would you like your first time to end in a
special way, Lucy?” he asked her. She again lifted herself up, looking over her
shoulder at him, and nodded. Her smile confirming her desire.
“OK,” he said, “what I want you to do is turn
over onto your back, then lift up, so we are face to face. Do you think you can
do that, if I help?” He reached down, and as she rolled onto her side, then her
back, he rotated her legs up, until her calves were resting on his shoulders.
He then lowered them down either side of him, until her little legs were around
his waist. Next he reached forward, and put his hands under her shoulders and
lifted her up, cuddling her to his chest. He’d never fucked any child so small.
She was just tiny. It was an incredible turn-on for him, and yet, her vagina
was the same as any eight year old. Tight as fuck, but able to take his
thickness.
“Put your arms around my neck, darling,” he instructed. “I’ll support
your weight under your bottom.” She was so small, the
top of her head was under his chin, so to hold onto him, she had to reach up
high. Mike now straightened up, standing in the middle of the room, feeling her
light weight in his palms and on his cock. Positioned directly in front of one
of the video cameras, he slowly lifted her up an inch, and lowered her again,
feeling her tight cunt walls reluctantly slide along him. He lifted her a bit
further and again, until he was almost coming out of her, before dropping her
down onto his cock. Lucy had only had three thrusts of his crown pounding into
‘that spot’ deep inside, before she once again came.
She was so overwhelmed by her orgasm, her eyes tight shut, her mind focussed entirely on the blissful pleasure surging
through her body, she was unaware that Mike had walked across the room, out of
the door, and into the sitting room, where all the other girls were still
watching TV. They stopped and stared at their friend, who was babbling strange
sounds. Mike too was lifting and dropping her whilst thrusting his hips into
her in what looked like a very uncomfortable way, their thighs slapping
together loudly as they made contact. They could all see both Mike and Lucy
were so absorbed in their fuck, that they were oblivious of the eight girls now
watching close up where he penetrated her tiny body.
But what shocked them even more, was as Mike approached his own climax,
and got onto the short strokes, speeding up even more, the tiny shy, quiet
girl, leaned her head back and cried out in ecstasy: “Oh, fuck me Mike, fuck me
hard. Oh, fuck me harder, please harder, harddddd, aaahhhh, nnnnnnngggggg, yyeeeeessssss, ffuuuuuucccckkkkk meeeeeeee.”
She’d crashed into yet another cataclysmic climax. Mike had had no idea the
lotion could do this. For certain though, he would repeat it.
It was the final straw for Mike, who couldn’t hold back any further, and
he felt the signs, surging deep in his body, heralding his cum, just before he
exploded into the tiny girl, his cock throbbing hard, as he spurted his sperm
laden semen deep into her infertile womb. Every throb, she responded with a
squeak and a grunt. Even now, their bodies were slapping together loudly, as
the final moments of their intense fuck played out. Finally it ended. Lucy had
let go of Mike’s shoulders, and was flopping backwards in his hands, like a rag
doll. He wasn’t sure if she was conscious or had passed out. He looked down
where they were conjoined. She was red raw all around her vulva. Blood, semen
and her earlier urine release stained them both. She looked a mess, and yet
even as he looked, he could still feel and see the occasional clench, while her
pussy had the final word, her little purrs confirming she was a very happy
little kitten indeed.
Mike sat down in one of the chairs, cuddling Lucy to his chest. She still
purred in his arms. He wasn’t sure if she was asleep. He suspected not.
Lucy’s mind was trying to process what had just happened to her. She’d
been a little nervous through the day, as she waited her turn with Mike. Her
friends had told her how much they had enjoyed being fucked, but she’d also
known she was small, busting her cherry might hurt, and all the other concerns
and worries. Then He’d taken those photographs of her. So
naughty, so revealing, so rude. And then he’d pushed that thing into
her. She was just going to ask him what he was doing, when suddenly her world
had crashed in around her with the most incredibly intense feelings she’d ever
experienced. The next half an hour was a complete blur to her, other than the
pleasure she’d felt, the wonderful feelings down inside her, were just so nice,
so good. She would never be able to describe it to anyone, especially Mum, who
would want to know everything, asking questions, while she put her hand inside
hers and Lucy’s knickers. One thing was certain in Lucy’s mind, though. She
wanted Mike inside her again, and as soon as possible. This was an experience
she wanted to repeat, and as often as she could.
The water from the shower suddenly woke Lucy from her malaise. Her eyes
opened, seeing Mike looking down at her, his half smile so warm, reassuring.
His hands still cradling her bum and back. She felt his cock, so much smaller
now, being pulled from her. It stuck once or twice, making her wince. It was
sore down there now, stinging. She didn’t mind, though, she had had such a
wonderful time, it was worth the discomfort she now
felt. She loved the way that Mike didn’t put her down, but washed her all over
with one hand, while holding her with the other. She especially loved it, when
he’d finished, he leaned down and kissed her in a way she’d never been kissed
before, their tongues slowly intertwining, caressing, loving.
He’d then dried them both, still holding her to him, taken her back into the
sitting room, and gently laid her on the settee, where she fell asleep in
moments, only waking later, when food was being prepared.
= 32 =
Thursday Afternoon
The Summons
Mike’s phone trilled in his pocket. The ring tone told him it was
Mike’s mind was racing, as he ended the call. Bollockov had surfaced,
and unusually, let his location be known. Perhaps if he needed ongoing medical
treatment, it was inevitable. He had run to his mountain retreat to recuperate,
and no doubt plan his next moves against Mike and Alex, who between them were
the cause of all his current difficulties. Mike’s research on Sergei had revealed that he was a very
focussed man. When something needed attending to, nothing got in the way, until
it was accomplished. Mike knew therefore that unless he dealt with him first, Sergei would come for them in his relentless way. But Mike
also wondered if it all sounded too easy. Bollockov was a pro. Why let his
location be known? Why let his guard down? Was he actually trying to draw Mike
in, or had he become careless? Never careless. So Mike
started to consider alternative strategies. Tapping on Sergei’s
front door, was not going to be the answer.
He made a coffee, and was looking out of the window at the falling rain,
thinking things through, when Sammy and Katrin came into the kitchen, to raid
his fridge for more ice cream. While Sammy took the spoils back to the other
girls, Katrin sat on one of the stools, looking intently at him.
“He’s back, isn’t he?” she stated matter-of-factly in Russian. She
grimaced as he nodded, still looking out of the window. “You’re going to kill
him, aren’t you?” she said, more of a statement than a question. “I don’t want
to be frightened anymore Mike,” she continued, “I like it here with my new
friends, and Mum, and you. Please find him and kill him.” He was quite
surprised at her passion, as he watched her walk out of the kitchen. No sexy
swagger now, her firm buttocks rolling as she walked. Her simple, resolute,
uncompromising tone and practical Estonian single mindedness had demonstrated a strength previously unseen.
= 33 =
Thursday Night
The Leaving Party
Alex had still not returned by the time it got dark. Katrin went across
the road to see if she was alright, and returned in a few minutes. In Russian
she told Mike he really didn’t want to know, when he’d asked her what was going
on. He knew Alex would give him all the detail anyway, when she came back. Emma
had phoned her mum and got a pass out for another sleepover at Sammy’s. Sammy
had spoken to her mother’s carer, who seemed not in the least worried that she
intended to stop with her friend Emma for another night. Sammy got the
impression that the carer was more interested in being alone with her mother
anyway. Lady friends staying over with Mum, had
happened in the past, before she’d succumbed to her drug habit. It was better
than the alternative.
So it was that they decided on having an early night. Or, put it another
way, all get naked in bed together. All inhibitions between them had long since
gone. The girls even starting to touch each other in intimate
ways. He was really pleased with the way they were all relaxed about it.
Everyone understanding this was entirely for their mutual pleasure. Mike
noticed Linda talking to her big sister. The five year old had not been
frightened by what she saw, quite the reverse. But she was obviously making
some point to Lucy. As they all made their way upstairs, to his bedroom, Lucy
came over to him.
“Mike,” Lucy said, in an enquiring tone.
“Yes darling,” he replied, “What is it?”
“Linda is the only one you haven’t fucked,” she said mater-of-factly. “She feels left out. Is there anything you can do
for her?”
“She’s far too small for that,” stated Mike, surprised at the question.
“She knows that, of course,” Lucy said, looking at him as if he was
stupid. “But she feels you should include her in some way; do
something to make her feel she’s like us, not left out.”
Mike thought about how he’d used her as a fuck toy, earlier. That had
been great fun, and might have even put her off. And yet, here was her sister
asking him to do more to her. Well, if that’s what she wanted…….
“OK,” he said, “I’ll tell you what we’ll do,
we’ll try her with oral sex. Do you know what that is?”
“Yes, I think so,” she answered uncertainly. “Isn’t that when you use
your mouths on each other?”
“That’s right, Lucy, you obviously know a lot about this stuff,” he
praised her, watching her swell with pride. “If she isn’t happy with that,
though, that’s OK. I can always play with her bottom instead. There’s lots of things we can try. You have a word with her,
and tell her we’ll do whatever she wants to try.” He smiled, as she went over
to Linda, now getting undressed with the others, to explain her options.
As Mike climbed into bed, wriggling in between the various naked bodies
already there, Emma said: “Mike, could we watch something on TV for a while?”
Mike nodded in response to her innocent question.
“Sure, what would you like to see?” he asked.
“Oh, that’s easy,” she responded immediately, “the film when you tied
Sammy to your table, then did all sorts of stuff to her and then fucked her up
the bum. That was really cool. I’d like to see that again.”
“OK,” he said, “Katrin, could you pass over my laptop, please?” Taking
the computer, he clicked a couple of icons, pressed the remote for the
television, and watched as the screen flickered to life, showing a naked,
blindfolded, Sammy being tied down. He closed the lid and handed the laptop
back, letting the scenes on the screen tell their own story. Most of the girls
had heard about this, but they’d never dreamed just how erotic it would be, as
they watched it.
“I’ve got a great idea for a game,” he said, getting their immediate
attention. “Who’d like to win a prize? It will be the first fuck tomorrow
morning,” he asked, smiling as every hand shot up. “OK, the winner will be the
first person who can make themselves cum.” Immediately, every girl went to push
her hand down between their legs. “Except,” he said, interrupting them, “there
is a rule. You’re not allowed to touch yourselves in any way. How you do it is up
to you. You are allowed to touch each other, though. Time starts now!
Mike smiled, as the girls each thought this through, frowning, working
it out. Then one by one, over the next few minutes, they paired up, tentatively
caressing one another, kissing, fingers exploring, becoming more daring with
each other as their arousal and confidence grew.
“Linda, while the others are doing that, if you would like to come over
here, I have something else for you to do, darling.” The little naked five year
old grinned, showing two gaps in her teeth, and climbed over two of her
friends, who were in a tight clinch, to get to Mike. He put his hands under her
armpits and lifted her over, bringing her on top of his chest, where he cuddled
her for a moment.
“Did Lucy tell you what I thought you might like to try?” he asked. She
nodded, grinning again. “OK, what we’ll do, then, if you turn around, so your
legs are over my shoulders, while you watch your friends for a moment, I’ll
give you a little kiss, down there.”
She scooted round on him, lifting one leg over his face, so her feet
were either side of his head. He took hold of her hips, one in each hand, and
pulled her, sliding her up his tummy and chest, until her pussy was against his
mouth. He immediately gave her a kiss on her cleft, making her giggle.
“Was that fun?” he asked her. “Would you like me to do it again?”
“Mmm humm,” she
muttered, nodding her head, as she studied his stiff cock pointing at her face,
just an inch or two away. She felt him press his face again between her thighs,
his mouth encircling her mound and most of her cleft. She felt his tongue press
into her, forcing it’s way between her lips; then he
started to suck on her, quite hard. A tingling feeling shooting
all through her, like he was using electricity. She liked it though, it
made her feel nice. Her sister, Lucy took hold of Mike’s cock, lifted it a
fraction, and put her other hand on the back of Linda’s head, pushing her
downwards.
Linda knew what she was expected to do, and after a moment’s hesitation,
she opened her mouth and let his tip in. She tasted his stickiness, his pre-cum
seeming to flow into her mouth, around her tongue and teeth. She noticed it
didn’t really taste of anything. She moved a little further, feeling him scrape
between her teeth, hearing him take a sharp intake of breath at the same time.
She realised she might hurt him, and opened her mouth as wide as she could,
letting him in further.
She could feel his rounded end pressing against her tongue. It felt kinda nice, warm and soft. Linda suddenly remembered what
Lucy had told her to do, and sucked his end as hard as she could. She heard
another gasp from Mike. “He must like that,” she thought, as she did it again
and again, feeling him respond each time. While she did this, she could feel
Mike’s tongue sink as far into her coochie as he
could. It was nice. She felt his fingers doing something to her clitty as well.
That felt even better. It was all tingly now, feeling better all the time.
The other girls were all watching the salacious display, as five year
old Linda was orally fucked by Mike, his whole mouth encasing the tiny girl’s
entire pussy. It was obvious they were both enjoying themselves, as they were
also doing too. Katrin now had Lucy in an intimate clinch, their fingers
working each others pussies as fast as they could, their lips pressed together.
Emma had paired off with her very best friend Sammy, while seven year
old Sarah and nine year old Elsie were linked together, kissing and fondling
one another. Beside them Sue was with Jenny, also not holding back. Every one of them seeing if they could win the game.
Mike felt the tiny child suddenly tense up. He sensed she was nearing
her climax, as his tongue pressed again and again into her, his suction working
in cycles, trying to draw every last bit of pleasure into her. Certainly she
was now exuding some slippery damp moisture, which tasted so delicious to him.
He’d noticed over the years, the younger the girl, the sweeter she tasted. He’d
known five year olds could cum, he’d made it happen many times before, but it
always surprised him, when it happened so quickly, like now. But he wasn’t too
worried, because he could feel the early stages of his own orgasm. He knew he
could fend it off for a couple of minutes yet, build it into a biggy.
Across the big bed, the other girls were, by now, beginning to make
little moaning sounds, as their arousal climbed and their own cums neared. Mike
glanced around watching what happened next. He knew this would be special. He
cursed himself for not bringing his camera up to record it all. He was amazed
just how uninhibited these girls had become in such a short time. They were naked, and romping on a bed together in intimate ways with
other girls, who up until a few days ago, they either didn’t, or barely knew.
This was all going to happen at once, Mike knew. The first one to call
out was Emma, who snorted, groaned and immediately bucked upwards, her back
arched off the bed, her spread thighs pointing straight at Mike, her vagina
oozing mucus, encouraged by Sammy’s finger still strumming her clit rapidly.
Sammy too came a moment later, followed almost immediately by the others over a
period of just a few seconds. They were all writhing, grunting, moaning and
muttering incoherent gasps of joy and deep pleasure. Linda suddenly jerked on
top of his chest, her knees pressed momentarily on his
ears, then jerked again. She clamped her teeth on his cock, making him buck in
pain. She muttered something, as she unclamped her teeth again, but continued
rocking back and forth, her pussy grinding on his mouth, pressing herself
against his tongue, lips and teeth.
Mike could hold back no longer, he’d used every trick he knew, but
suddenly felt the first tiny squirt, the prelude to the main eruption. There
was a second’s delay, and then he exploded, his pulse massive, instantly
filling the child’s mouth with his sperm laden semen. She coughed, but not
before the next one surged between her lips, covering her tongue. She couldn’t
breath and had to swallow, just as the next spurt filled her mouth once more.
She snorted, semen spurting from her nose, and swallowed again, now tasting him
properly, finding it nice, not yucky as she’d been told it might be. She sucked
again, getting more of his tasty stuff. She rolled it around her mouth
savouring it, knowing she wanted to do this again. She knew she was a big girl
now, not a baby anymore, so proud. She’d heard him groan as he’d filled her
mouth once more. She could tell he liked it. She hoped he would want to do it
with her again. He’d said earlier that he could always try doing it in her
bottom. She wondered what that would be like. Maybe next time, she would ask
him to try it. She knew there would be a next time. She could taste him in her
mouth still, the last thought, as she slowly slipped into a deep sleep.
Mike rolled Linda off to one side, onto her back. He sat up and looked
down at her. Her face and hair were covered in cum. It was all over her lips.
Her little mouth was open enough to see her tongue and teeth were coated in the
pearlescent cum. As she slept, her mouth closed and she swallowed once more,
followed by a little snore rippling the semen in her nostrils. As far as Mike was concerned, they didn’t get
more arousing to a veteran pedo than this. He lay his head down, and was asleep
in moments.
= 34 =
Friday Morning Early Hours
The Mystery Lover
It was some hours later, Mike woke suddenly. He didn’t know what had
stirred him. His eyes blinked open, focusing on the bedside clock, which read
3:15. He closed them again, listening, alert. The room was in absolute
darkness. The street lights outside had gone off at 1:00. He felt the bed move, someone was turning in their sleep. No, more than
that, they were moving across the bed, trying to be silent. Whoever it was had
now crawled out of bed, round the side, and back in, crawling up as quietly as
they could between him and Linda, until she was pressed against his side.
Mike had no idea who this was. She was small, so it could be Elsie, Lucy,
or even Sarah. He could feel her soft skin pressing to his, her silky hair on
his arm, her chest beating against his, her heart thumping. He felt the covers
lift, as her hand, not touching, moved over him. It stopped and carefully
lowered onto his pubic hair, pausing while she worked out where her hand was.
She lifted it again, going lower, this time finding his cock, which had grown
rapidly in the last two minutes, now hard. She again paused, thinking what to
do, perhaps surprised he wasn’t small and soft, as she’d expected. He felt her
fingers explore, tiny movements, fairy touches. She moved all over his manhood,
like a blind person building a picture. Then her fingers slipped south, down
over his scrotum, carefully running over his balls, cupping them, squeezing
them incredibly gently, trying not to wake him with her, now shaking, hands.
There was another pause, as he sensed she was thinking what to do next.
She took her hand away, and he felt her slowly, carefully, wriggle down under
the sheet. She leaned on one elbow, lifting herself up and over him. Suddenly,
he felt hot breath on his cock, followed by a touch. He thought it was her
fingertip, but immediately realised it was a tongue. It moved up his shaft,
exploring, finding his tip, now seeping pre-cum. Her thumb joined the finger,
rubbing and testing what she found there. Another pause,
and he felt her hand encase his shaft, gripping him carefully but softly. She
lifted him up, bending him towards her. He felt her lips against his tip. She
kissed him, before slipping him into her mouth, just as far as her teeth, her
lips now surrounding his foreskin. Her hand carefully, oh so slowly, pulled his
skin down a fraction, just enough to release his pool of pre-cum, which she
sucked away as if she’d done this for years. Who was this girl?
Over the next minute, he felt her mouth open a little, her suction on
his tip increasing, his pre-cum being milked away. Her tiny fist moving like a
milkmaid’s on an udder. He could hear and feel her tongue and mouth lapping as she tasted
and swallowed. She was pressed to his side, her mound against his knee, before
she slid her other hand down, using him to apply pressure, while she started to
diddle herself, her fingers pressing against her clit and his knee. This was
just so sensual. He didn’t want to spoil it.
Then it got even better. After a minute or two, the girl moved carefully
back up the bed, her confidence increasing with his obvious unconscious state.
She now knew she could do anything to him, he wasn’t going to wake up. She
raised herself up slowly on to hands and knees, then lifted one leg over him,
being careful not to knock him with her foot. Moving her hand over to the other
side, she was now straddling him. Her legs were too short to rest on her knees.
Her breath was coming in short pants, puffing against the hairs of his chest,
she was so excited.
Mike’s heart was going ten to the dozen now. This was just so erotic, so
sensual. His cock like a rod of iron. It was all he
could do, not to just grab her and thrust straight into her, whoever she was.
He felt her lower herself, trying to find his tip with her pussy, trying to
connect. His crown was pressed to his belly, her cleft
rubbing over it, and try as she might, she couldn’t get low enough to
scoop him into her. She quietly huffed in frustration, as she took her weight
on one arm, while the other hand moved between them, seeking him.
The little girl took hold of his cock, coating her whole hand in
pre-cum, now pouring from him. She let him go for a moment, while she rubbed
her now slick slippery fingers under her, coating herself ready for what she
intended next. Taking him once more in her hand, she lifted and guided him,
while she lowered herself onto him. Mike felt his tip sink into her entry, her tight
lips only resisting for a moment, before he just popped into her dilated
vagina. She paused for only a few seconds, adjusting to his thick cock in her
tiny passage, before pressing down. Her anxiety and impatience to get him
inside her was now almost palpable.
Then she slipped slowly over him, inch by inch. She immediately started
to clamp on him, cuming already, her breathing now fast and shallow, as if she
were hyperventilating. He couldn’t understand the urgency. Why was she so pent up. Who was this girl? Then suddenly he knew. He hit her
end, and instantly felt the tingling on his crown, as the electric shock effect
of the Golden Lotion set his end on fire. It had to be Lucy. She was the only
one who’d had the lotion recently. She must still be on a high, from the effect
it was having on her. It was all he could do not to cum there and then, with
the rea
She started to move on him, now, lifting up and dropping down, up and
down. The clamping on his cock continued and, if anything, became stronger. He
felt her whole body trembling, perspiring, her breathing frantic, interspersed
with snorts through her nose. She was going for gold. She moved faster, pressing
hard into his pubic hair, letting it rasp her clitty, his crown pressing into
her cervix, before lifting up again, almost coming out and dropping down again.
She was whimpering now, trying not to cry out. Her trembling had increased. He
felt it in all her limbs. Sweat now dripped from her onto his chest. She
muttered “omy
Mike couldn’t hold back any longer, and
suddenly exploded into her, his semen spurting deep and powerfully into her
womb. The swelling of his cock against her super sensitive cervix was the last
straw, and she cried out loud, her vagina pulsing hard on his shaft rapidly and
firmly. She was oblivious to him cuming inside her, the semen coating her
cervix and vagina, now running out of her, with her frenetic movements. He
finally slowed and the pulsing ended. She too slowed, still breathing heavily.
She remained still for several minutes, the tension and shaking of her limbs
slowly easing off, her breathing returning to normal.
Lucy thought back. Less than 24 hours ago, she’d been a virgin, more shy than most eight year old girls. No friends at
school, Just Sammy. Now, she had found a wonderful place to be with lots of
friends. Then there was Mike, a man making her feel so wonderful. She knew she
wanted him in her again, as soon as possible. She knew she shouldn’t have
fucked him without his knowledge. She would die of embarrassment if he found
out. Feeling his cock had shrunk inside her, she carefully lifted herself off
him, feeling him slide from her. She was surprised when she realised how wet
and slimy she was, not knowing it was cum, feeling it
run from her onto his pubic hair. She lifted her leg back over him, and
stretched herself out against his side.
At that moment, Mike rolled onto his side, took her in his arms and
said: “that was really nice, Lucy. You know, anytime you want a nice little
fuck, you only have to ask.” He never saw her face, as red as a beetroot, as he
sank back into a deep sleep.
= 35 =
Friday Morning Dawn
The Buggeration Factor
Mike woke early, and extricated himself from the middle of the tangle of
arms and legs. He quickly pulled on his running kit and set off. It was only a
short twenty minute jog, as he had much to do today, preparing for his trip.
Full daylight had arrived by the time he got home. He looked up at Margaret’s
open bedroom window as he passed her house. From this angle he couldn’t see in
properly, but he could see a man’s hand, holding a leather belt rising and
falling. The thwacks as it made contact with flesh could be clearly heard, as
could the mixed cries, gasps and moans of female pain and pleasure. It was nice
to know Margaret was enjoying having
He climbed the stairs, and went into his bedroom, finding it exactly as
he’d left it, with the nine pre-teen girls all curled up in their sleep. He
took a quick shower, and returning to the bedroom, naked, rubbing his wet hair
with a towel, he studied the nine sexy pre-teens, thinking how fortunate he
was. He lifted the sheet off them, and stood appreciating their natural, but
incredibly sexy display they collectively made. Picking up one of his cameras,
he took a few shots, before they woke up.
Emma was sleeping on the edge of the bed, almost falling out onto the floor.
He put a hand on her shoulder and gently shook her. Her eyes popped open,
taking a moment to focus and come to. She smiled up at him, as she yawned and
stretched.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” Mike said very quietly, with a smile, “you
won the competition last night. Want your prize now?”
She suddenly became alert, her face taking on an enthusiastic look of
anticipation, as she nodded in reply.
“You can either have it here, right now or downstairs on our own, if you
prefer,” he continued. “It’s your prize, so it’s entirely up to you how, where,
and when you want it.”
Emma suddenly took on a very coy expression verging on being coquettish
as she levered herself up onto her elbows, swung her legs out of bed and stood
up. She grabbed his half tumescent cock, without a word, and walked to the
door, glancing over her shoulder, seeing Mike admiring her naked buttocks, as
they wiggled slightly with her movement.
Still, she hadn’t spoken a word since he woke her, as she led the way
downstairs and into the studio. She finally let his cock go, and went to the gynæcologist’s
table, hopped up and sat on the edge, her legs swinging back and forth,
as if she wandered round his house, naked, at six in the morning, waiting for a
nice fuck everyday. Finally, she spoke.
“Mike,” she said, as if she were about to ask him a huge favour, “you
remember when you tied Sammy to this table?” she glanced up at him, her eyes
darting away again, her face blushing a little. He nodded in response. “And you
remember how you, you know, put your thingy in her bottom and fucked her like
that for a while?” He again nodded, wondering where this was leading. “Well
Sammy is my bestest friend
in the whole world, and she said she really enjoyed when you did that to her,
once she got used to it being in there. Would you mind if I tried that, you
know, doing it in my bottom, so I can see if I like it too? You did say I could
do it any way I wanted.”
Mike’s heart fluttered. He loved anal sex whenever he could get it, but
often found little girls reluctant to try it. And here was a nearly nine year
old asking if he minded fucking her up the arse. Of course he didn’t fucking
mind.
“Sure, Emma, no problem,” he replied, trying not to sound too excited.
“Do you want to do it bent over the edge of the table, or the same way Sammy
did, you know, tied to the table, lying on your back?”
She smiled, relieved he was willing to do it.
She thought he would just want to fuck her pussy again, but it was still a bit
sore from the other day, when he took her cherry. And she did want to try what
Sammy had done. Every time she thought about it, her heart started thumping.
“Like this,” she grinned up at him, as she moved onto the table, laying
her left arm along the extending side piece, strapping on one of the Velcro
fastenings with her right hand, before lying back and laying it too on the
other side, watching him, as he approached to tie her down.
“You know my rule, Emma, don’t you?” he asked, as he quickly slipped the
fastenings over her knees and ankles. “Once I start, I won’t stop for any
reason. Are you sure you want to try this?” He had just finished strapping her
waist down, making sure her bottom hung well over the end of the table.
“No, Mike,” she said in a slightly cocky tone, “this is what I want. Do
what you like, as long as you cum in my bum.”
“OK, Emma,” he said, “if that’s what you want, let’s get started, then.”
Mike unclipped the horizontal anchors fixing the leg supports, and swung
them outwards, further and further. At the age of
eight, she was bendy, did gym at school and could do the splits quite easily.
Mike watched, as her thighs parted, her plump labia peeling open for him, the
obvious damp arousal inside her revealing itself, glinting in the studio
lights. When her legs were as far apart as they would go, he secured the locks
into position. He did the same with the vertical locks, lifting her legs and as
a result, her bottom, upwards.
Next, he reached up to the shelf for several items, including the KY
Jelly a couple of his dildos and vibrators, and a small bottle of baby oil. He
quickly unscrewed the cap off the jelly, and pushed the nozzle carefully into
her anus, which, like her vagina, with the position she was in, was now wide
open.
“Hurry up, Mike,” she said impatiently, but grinning, teasing him, “get your cock in me, will you? I’ll be old and wrinkly by
the time you get round to it.”
“All things cum to those who wait,” he replied with a smile, as he
squeezed the tube, injecting a good supply of the cold jelly into her rectum,
making her squeak. He picked up the smallest dildo from his selection, and
pressed it to her entry, watching it ooze into her. It was little thicker than
a felt tip pen at one end, thickening towards the
other. He found small dildos always helped to loosen girls up, before he moved
up to the larger sizes. He wanted to be in her as much as she did, but Mike
knew from experience that the fastest way to fuck a child up her bum, was to
take your time and stretch them first, dilating them, until, at last, he could
get his cock in, without forcing it. If he tried to rush it, it just hurt the
girl, and often ended in tears. He called it the Buggeration Factor. At last,
the tapered dildo was in her all the way, just the wide rim at the end still
showing.
Emma was looking at Mike with a hungry expression. She knew the next
half hour would be one of the most exciting ones of her short life. All this
was so naughty, so bad, but, sooo good! Knowing she
wouldn’t be able to stop him, or making him go
quicker, or do it differently. She felt so horny. Sammy had told her in detail
how it had felt, the frustration building, the need, the
tension, how her body had cried out for release. Then how
fantastic it had felt in the end. Better than anything else in her life.
“You just gotta try that,” she’d told Emma. Jenny had
said something similar to her, yesterday, when she’d done the same.
Emma woke from her reverie, when she felt the trickle of oil dripping
down her chest and tummy, as Mike poured baby oil onto her. She closed her
eyes, as his hands started to massage it into her body, spreading it outwards,
over every inch of skin he could access. She was tied down, so he couldn’t do
her back, but her buttocks and thighs had the most attention, feeling his
finger tips caressing, exploring, teasing. Her flesh
was tingling. He came so very close to her pussy. She tried to move towards his
probing fingers, but the straps holding her down were too tight. She didn’t
know how much of this she could take. Sammy had warned her
the early part had nearly driven her mad, only made good by what
happened afterwards. But she’d said the end made the early torture so worth it.
Mike knew she was well on the way, now, she was trembling slightly,
breathing quickly, eyes screwed shut, head moving from
side to side. Time to move up a stage. He reached up
to the shelf and lifted down his flexible vibrator and a larger dildo. He
carefully pulled out the thin one, immediately pressing the thicker one into it’s place. The flexible vibrator had a flat, square base
with a twelve inch flexible shaft sticking upwards, on the end of which was an
egg shaped rubber pad, about an inch in length. Placing the device on her
belly, he bent the shaft down, until the tip just touched her clitty. He
adjusted it slightly, ensuring that the contact was minimal, then
switched it on. She jerked at the stimulation, suddenly coursing through her
pussy, tensing up, which lifted the pad off her clit, ending her pleasure. As
she relaxed, once more, the tip touched her again, setting off the stimulation
she so craved. And so the poor child went into a cycle of
self imposed pleasure and sudden frustration. The sounds she emitted
were a mixture of cuming and crying. He could let this continue for hours.
While this was going on, Mike set up his cameras, running on video,
capturing all the action. One capturing the whole scene,
another zoomed right in between her thighs, watching her orifices opening and
closing. Mike’s cock was now pouring pre-cum. A shame
to waste it. He was ready, but was she? He moved to her head, and
stooping down, brought his face to hers and kissed her on the lips. Her eyes popped open in an expression of surprise, but was
replaced with a big smile, almost immediately wiped away, as the tip touched
her clitty again. He waited a moment as her convulsion passed.
“Would you like it pressed hard into your pussy, Emma?” he asked.
She opened her eyes again and nodded, gasping, as the pulses of pleasure
came and went, “yes, please do it. Now, please now.”
“You have to do something for me in return, Emma, if you want me to do
that.”
“Yes, anything, just please do it,” she gasped, as the tip glanced
across her sensitive spot.
She blinked up at him, not understanding. “Turn your head to the side,
towards me, Emma.” She did as he instructed, and immediately saw, resting on
the padded table top, Mike’s cock, the tip half an inch from her lips.
“I want you to suck it, Emma,” he stated. “The harder you suck, the more
I’ll make it nice for you.” He’d expected hesitation, resistance or even
revulsion, but instead, she licked her lips, opened her mouth and moved towards
him as far as the restraints permitted. Mike’s cock slipped between her lips,
and grazed lightly between her teeth, which she parted further, to allow him in.
He felt her tongue exploring around his crown. That proved she wasn’t being
coerced here, she wanted this. He reached down, and taking the base of the toy,
slipped it up her belly, pressing the pad firmly against her. Instantly, her
eyes closed again, she arched her back, the suction in her mouth increased and
her jaw clamped. For one instant, he thought she would bite his crown off, but
the teeth retreated and her movement communicated she was willing to take more.
The girl was insensible, now. So into her climax, which had been
triggered by the toy pressing hard against her clitty, was she,
that he found he could thrust his cock quite far into her mouth, and she
never gagged once. She just sucked harder and harder, like a baby on the tit.
He reached over and took hold of the largest dildo in the set, which was also a
vibrator, and while he carried on bouncing his helmet shaped crown off the back
of Emma’s mouth, he smeared some KY Jelly over it’s
end. He leaned down, pulled the other dildo out of her bum and inserted the
next in it’s place. It had quite a narrow tip, with a
taper, becoming much thicker down it’s length. He
applied constant pressure, and watched as it slipped halfway into her rectum
slowly, but surely. It was about eight inches long, he could see she was
becoming really dilated
now. He would push the rest into her in a few minutes.
Emma, feeling the much thicker intruder stretching her bum, lifted her
mouth off his cock and looked down her body. Immediately, Mike pulled the
flexible vibrator away from her pussy, making her squeak in frustration. She
knew what she’d done, and moving her head back, sucked him deep into her mouth
once more, immediately enjoying the vibrating pad pressed firmly against her
pussy. Mike kept his hand on the end of the half inserted dildo, applying
constant pressure, seeing it slip in a fraction more, every now and then. His
cock was receiving one of the best blow jobs he’d ever had from an eight year
old. It was as if she thought the more she sucked, the better he’d make her
feel. She didn’t seem to mind his cock hitting the entry to her throat each
thrust, nor when it slipped in there a fraction, once or twice. He’d promised
her a fuck. It was so, so tempting to see if she would deep throat him. But he
knew, if he did, he would cum in seconds, He definitely had unfinished business
here. Another time, then.
Looking down, he realised the dildo was now almost all inside her, and
one last press saw it slip in the last half inch, the wide rim nestling against
her little buttocks. He could see that she was stretched at her entry more than
enough to take him, when the time came. The last tease, before he fucked her
came, when he switched on the vibrating dildo. It was made for anal sex and to
rattle much harder than most. So it was as it started, she arched her back
upwards, as far as the restraints allowed. The flexible vibrator fell off her
belly with her movement, and needed Mike to hold it in place, because she was
convulsing so violently, it would never have stayed in place otherwise. He saw
the wet on the table. She’d peed herself too. Not a lot, but enough to tell him
she’d lost muscle control.
The effect of the two vibrators was driving Emma mad. She’d never felt
anything this intense in her life. It was as if she was experiencing several
climaxes simultaneously, like a cum within a cum. She
didn’t realise she kept biting his cock, but he didn’t care, his crown had sunk
several inches into her throat when she’d lurched forward. She only pulled
back, when she needed to breath. Suddenly, he felt the stirrings deep down. The
tell tale signs. He had to pull out now, or it would be too late.
Mike stood there watching the child tied to the table, writhing around
in her ecstatic bliss. He thought for a moment what a shame it was that ninety
percent of little girls never experience this level of pleasure as a preteen,
and then, later, usually have their first, fumbled, experience of sex at the
hands of a spotty youth, who cums too quick, hurts her taking her cherry, and leaves
her having had no pleasure at all, and feeling like a slut when word spreads
around the school after he tells his mates.
The tide of his, almost, climax ebbed slowly away, his cock swinging
back and forth over her face. She tried unsuccessfully several times to lift
her head up and suck him back in, but he now wanted her wanting more. Reaching
down, he switched off the flexible vibrator and the other up her bum. Her eyes
popped open, disappointment on her face. The question “why?”
in her expression. In answer, he knelt down at the end of the table and
looked closely at her pussy. She was swollen. Partly from her
stimulation; partly from having lost her cherry so recently. He placed
his hands on her thighs, his thumbs on her labia and eased them
outwards. Her legs were so stretched in her spread position, her vagina hardly
opened much more at all. But above it, he could now see her urethra, just
beneath her clit.
Mike leaned in, and encompassed her little cleft entirely in his mouth. His tongue pressing into her vaginal cavity. Instantly, he
could taste the heady mixture of her little girl arousal, mixed with the tart
tang of her urine. He savoured it for a moment, before he started to move his
tongue upwards, dragging it through her cleft, until it parted her cowl and
rubbed over the hard little nub of her engorged clitoris. He flicked it up and
down several times, feeling her body stiffen again, as
her next climax came crashing into her.
He started to suck her now. Really suck her. He’d always enjoyed giving
girls a vaginal hicky, and here was another great
opportunity. Her secretions started to flow from her, tasting like ambrosia.
Nothing in this world tasted like preteen pussy. He heard her start to moan. It
wasn’t the moan of her climax, nor a moan of pain. It
was something else. Then he knew, he tasted the
tartness again. Her bladder suddenly released, and she started to pee. Once she
started, she couldn’t stop. But Mike was ready. He’d done this before many
times to girls all over the world. It was one of his many kinks. He simply
swallowed and carried on sucking, sucking and swallowing. She was gasping,
knowing what had happened and that she couldn’t have stopped it, now enjoying
the feeling of relief as the last of her piss was sucked away by Mike.
“You ready for your fuck, Emma?” he asked. It was a rhetorical question,
because he was already slipping the large dildo from her bum, his cock ready to
replace it as soon as it came out. There was a quiet pop, as the plastic came
away. Her anus was gaping open. In the movement of a moment, he pushed his
crown into the hole, watching as it slipped through her sphincter with hardly
any resistance at all. On he pressed, enthralled to see his cock slipping into
the eight year old. He hit a little resistance about half way in. She grunted,
but just as quickly, he moved through the resistance, it’s
tightness squeezing along his shaft, feeling her passage peel open. His pubic
hair finally ground into her firm but soft buttocks.
“How’s that feel, Emma?” he asked the child.
She tried to lift her head to look down her body, as if she would be
able to see something. She flopped her head back onto
the padded table. “I feel full up, and I think I need to poop,” she grinned up
at him, a coquettish look on her face. “But most of all, I need to cum again.”
“Best if you let your bum get used to it for a minute, Emma,” he said.
“How would you like it when we get going? You know, do you want it long and
slow, soft and gentle, or would you like it hard and fast?”
“Can I see how it feels as we go along?” she replied “But I think I
would like to try it hard, if it doesn’t hurt. Sammy said how much she enjoyed
it once she got used to it.”
Mike could feel the tension of her muscles start to ease off, her sphincter
no longer trying to pinch his cock off like it would a turd. He pulled back a
little and pushed back into her again, the KY and pre-cum easing the movement.
His pubis once more pressed hard to her little, soft buttocks. The eight year
old felt so warm and tight inside, as her passage squeezed his whole length. So erotic, so sexy, so good. He’d fucked hundreds of
pre-teens over the years, but only a few had let him bugger them, and even
fewer enjoyed it.
He pulled half out, slowly and pressed in again. She sighed in
contentment. She licked her lips. The signs were good. He pulled even further
back, this time, and watched as he sank his full length gently into her. She
opened her eyes and looked up at him, smiling. Her silent
communication instructing him. “Quicker, please.” He pulled out almost
all the way, but pushed in faster, this time, seeing her body move as he
pressed into her bum and the underside of her thighs. They continued to look at
one another, she directing him. Again he pulled back and shoved back in. Quicker and quicker. Soon, he was slapping against her
thighs with his, a regular gentle clapping sound emerging.
Mike knew she wasn’t getting everything from this that she wanted. He
could see it in her eyes. So while he continued to piston in and out of her
bum, he moved the flexible vibrator back against her clitty and switched it on.
The reaction was instantaneous. Her belly arched up as far as the restraints
permitted. She took a sharp intake of breath, snorting through her nose, rising
very quickly once more. Her mouth opened wide in response. And as it did, Mike
could see strings of pre-cum stretch from her teeth to her tongue. So sexy.
Emma’s eyes closed again, as she descended into the first of, what would
be, a series spectacular multi orgasms. Her sphincter
kept squeezing Mike’s cock now. It was exquisite pain. He knew he would blast
into her any moment, but he also knew she was building up to something special, and he did everything in his power to hold back. He
didn’t have to wait long, though. She suddenly cried out, her hips thrusting at
him, while her contractions on his cock increased in tempo and force. Emma
suddenly had a monster cum, making her gasp and cry out. Mike couldn’t hold
back, and blasted deep, deep into her bowels. Again and again, he pulsed and
spurted into her. His ejaculations went on and on. It had to be one of the best
orgasms up the bum of any eight year old he’d ever
had.
As Mike came back to earth, he felt the dampness of sweat on his brow. It
dripped onto her belly, as well as semen running down his thighs, mirrored with
smears across her buttocks. What a mess, but what a fuck! They didn’t get much
better, and he knew it would probably be another week, before he had another.
Mike had a shower with the lovely Emma, both completely relaxed, as they
washed each other down. She blushed, when every time she bent over, she farted,
especially, when once, he had his fingers in her bum crack, lathering up the
soap. He smiled, she was blowing bubbles. After one long loud one, she turned
suddenly. She’d heard Sammy’s voice across the bathroom. “Has Mike been doing
it up your bum? It makes me do that when he does it to me,” she smiled as she
settled her bottom onto the toilet seat. “Took all morning
last time, before it stopped. Nice though, isn’t it?” The naked Sammy
started to pee, not in the least embarrassed at being watched by her lover and
her best friend.
= 36 =
Friday Morning
A boring morning, or a morning boring.
They all had a long leisurely breakfast, the girls in various states of
undress. The rain was still falling hard outside. Autumn had arrived overnight.
If it was like this here, Mike wondered what the weather would be like now up
in the Russian arctic.
“I’m bored,” cried Elsie, half way through the morning, as she watched
the rainwater trickling down the window, “let’s play a game. What should we
play?”
“How about Monopoly?” asked Jenny .
“Or strip poker,” suggested Jenny,
with a smirk.
“I’ve got a better idea,” said Sue,
grinning. The other girls all looked at her with interest. “Yeah,” she
continued, “what we’ll do is this. Mike can lie on the floor over here.” She
indicated an open area of carpeted floor. “Katrin, can you see if you can find
something we can use as a blindfold. Then, when he can’t see, what we’ll do is
one at a time, squat over Mike’s mouth. He can lick us for a few seconds. Then
he has to guess who it is.”
“What happens then?” asked Katrin, as she handed over a small scarf.
“Whoever it is, must play with his cock, for
say ten seconds,” said Sue. “But if he doesn’t guess right,” she continued,
giggling now, “they can tickle him or do anything to him for ten seconds
instead.”
“He’ll just wriggle out of the way,” laughed Lucy. “We’ll have to tie
him up.”
“The winner is the girl who Mike guesses correctly most times,”
continued Sue.
“What’s the prize?” asked Sammy.
“I’ll tell you in a minute,” said Sue, with an evil twinkle in her eye.
Mike was smiling at the exchange between his girls. They talked as if he
wasn’t even there. His cock was smiling too at the interesting morning it
anticipated. Despite his exhausting session with Emma only a couple of hours
before, he was leaking pre-cum like a teenager. Lucy disappeared and returned a
couple of minutes later clutching some cord she’d found in the garage. By now,
all the girls were crowding round now, giggling and chatting.
Mike let them pull his sweats off before looping the ropes around his
wrists, while he sat on the floor. They tied them off on the heavy furniture,
either side of him, making sure his arms were stretched out. He then felt the
loops passed round his ankles, and his legs pulled apart. The ropes were
surprisingly taught. He watched with anticipation, as the nine girls started to
strip off. His cock grew, as he saw the nine naked girls move around him.
“OK, Sue, we’re ready to go,” said Sammy again, “what is the prize.
Sue looked down at Mike’s spread eagled form, her and replied: “the winner can do
anything they want with him. He’s tied up isn’t he? He’s not going anywhere.” The
others all laughed. “Right tie the blindfold round his head, and make sure he
can’t see anything.”
A few moments later, the girls were squatting on the floor around Mike.
Sue had torn up some pieces of paper and written numbers 1 to 9 on them. She folded
them and invited them to each pick one. They took one and unfolded the paper. Elsie, having picked number one, silently held it up, grinning.
Sue nodded to her gesturing for her to come forward. Elsie stood, and stepped
over him, her feet either side of Mike’s head, then slowly lowered herself
down, until her pussy was hovering just above Mike’s face. Mike was very
conscious she was there. He’d heard her movements, smelt her arousal, felt her
warmth radiating on his face. He tentatively put his tongue out as far as he
could. His tongue just touched her perineum. Elsie moved back an inch, and
squatted lower, her wide open pussy pressing onto his tongue.
Mike started to lick her in earnest now, tasting the girl’s pussy. He
could tell, from the size and firmness of her labia, she wasn’t eleven year old
Sue, but she wasn’t one of the youngest either. No, he guessed her to be one of
the three nine year olds. Sammy, Elsie or Katrin, possibly
even Emma. No it couldn’t be Emma, he’d fucked her earlier, and he was
sure he would have tasted that on her. Katrin had a very distinct taste, so it
wasn’t her either. So it was either Sammy or Elsie. Just then, she leaned
forward a little, and her long hair just brushed his chest.
“Elsie,” he declared confidently, “definitely Elsie.”
“How could he have known that?” asked Sue, disappointed her game hadn’t
quite worked out the way she’d intended.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” said a triumphant Mike, as Elsie climbed off his
face and squatted beside him. Taking his cock in both hands, she looked at Sue
enquiringly. Sue nodded. Elsie, gripping him as hard as her little hands could,
started to moved her hands up and down his shaft as
fast and as firmly as she could. Watched by all the other girls, she could feel
just how hard he was, the veins under his skin seemingly solid, as she wanked
him hard, with both her fists, for ten seconds.
Lucy was next to go, and having watched how Elsie had done it, was
ready. She quickly stood, feet either side of his ears, and
squatted down, bringing her pussy to his lips. Mike licked her, tasting her
nectar, feeling her firm open labia, her clitty, her cleft and anus.
“Jenny,” he said, immediately regretting it. “No, I want to change my
mind,” he said.
“Too late,” said Sue, “wrong.”
“It was Lucy, wasn’t it?” he stated, as the girls giggled at his
mistake. “She is the only one whose clit sticks out like that.”
Right punishment time,” said Sue. She leaned forward, and took Mike’s
cock in her hand. She pulled his foreskin down, exposing his helmet shaped
crown. Pre-cum ran down and over her fingers. With her other hand, she reached
behind her, and picked up a hairbrush, which she’d borrowed from Katrin, before
the game had started. Turning it in her hand, she lifted it over his crown, and
tapped the bristles onto his sensitive end several times, making him cry out in
discomfort. The girls were all giggling, but laughed loudly, when Sue leaned
forward and said “I’ll kiss it better,” and kissed his tip, before tapping him
with the brush once more.
Next was little Linda, who Mike guessed almost before she squatted over
him. She had a distinctive smell of very young pussy, as well as her tiny
pudenda could be encompassed by his mouth. But he didn’t say who it was, until
she’d been thoroughly licked out like the two girls before her.
And so the game went on. Each round, the girls would pick a new number,
so the order they had their turn changed each time. He made a few mistakes, and
got the rough hairbrush bristle treatment a few times, but mostly he guessed
them right, getting a very rewarding hand job each time. In the end, it was a
tie between Sue and Linda, whom he’d guessed correctly each time, mainly
because one was the largest and the other the smallest in the group.
“We’ll draw cards,” said Sue, “to see who’s the winner.”
Someone picked up Mike’s thumbed cards off the sideboard, and spread an ark of
cards across the floor. Each of them picked a card and they turned them over
together. Sue had a five of hearts, Linda the nine of diamonds.
“Well done, Linda,” said Sue. “You win, what
would you like to do?”
Everyone smiled, as the little five year old
moved over to Sue, and whispered into her ear. The conversation went on for a
minute or so, with Sue making several suggestions, before Linda nodded, and the whispering continued. Eventually Sue looked
up and smiled.
“OK,” Sue said, “we’ll need several of you to help us do this.” Mike
wondered what was coming next. All he could hear was movement, as the girls
positioned themselves either side of him.
Everyone knew that there was no way Mike could penetrate the child, even
if she’d wanted him to do so. But what followed, was the very next best thing.
Linda stood over Mike, her feet either side of his hips. She squatted down,
letting his cock rub along her cleft. Taking it in her hand, she moved it back
and forth, spreading his pre-cum all the way from her bottom to her dimple
above her clit. Then, she carefully lowered her little cleft onto Mike’s hard
cock, pressing it against his belly. She moved forward and backwards an inch or
two, spreading the viscous slime between them.
Next, Linda nodded at Sue, who took one of her arms in both her hands. One at the elbow, the other under her armpit. Sammy stood
the other side, and mirrored Sue, holding Linda’s other arm. Katrin stood
behind Linda, her feet either side of Mike, and also
put her hands under Linda’s armpits, helping to support her weight.
Linda, being the age she was, and also a regular gymnast, could do the
splits with no problem, and spread her legs straight out sideways. Jenny and
Sarah stepped forward, and taking a foot each, lifted her legs clear of the
floor. They all looked at Sue, who signalled by nodding. In a coordinated
movement, they slid Linda forward a few inches, and back again. Forward and
back, forward and back. Repeating the movement, speeding up each
time.
Mike lay on the carpet, on his back, his arms and legs stretched out,
tied to the furniture, the blindfold preventing him seeing anything. But the
feelings he was experiencing were out of this world. He could feel her cleft
pressing his cock into his belly. Her weight, although largely held by the
other girls, was still enough to push his shaft hard against her. Because of
the way she was spread, her cleft and bum were shallow valleys through which
his cock slid. She was now being slid all the way forward, until his crown
dipped into the recess of her anus, then all the way forward, until his balls
were pressed against her mound. Back and forth the girls moved little Linda,
her pussy scraping over his rigid cock.
The five year old had never, in her short life, felt anything like this.
Yesterday, he’d rubbed himself against her coochie in
the shower. She knew he was being naughty, but she’d started to enjoy it. Then
her mum had come in and spoilt it. Now his thingy was pushed hard against her,
and her friends were making her feel really good. It was getting nicer and
better and, and…. “Ohhhh, ummmm, whats happeninnnnggg,
uhhhhhhhh.”
Linda slipped into a nice little climax. By the standards of her friends
around about her, it was just a nice gentle cum. But it was the nicest feeling
she’d ever felt in her life. Her pussy was pulsing and cramping, pulsing and
cramping. Just as she thought it was all over, she looked down, because she suddenly
felt Mike’s cock swell beneath her. As she did, she saw his white stuff
suddenly shoot out from under her, across his tummy. The same as he’d spurted
on the shower wall. It spurted and spurted, spreading all over him, and now up
into her coochie. Her new friends continued to slide
her backwards and forwards along his cock. She loved how it now seemed to slide
through her bottom and coochie, so smoothly. She
looked again, and realised she was covered in his white stuff. Then, as his
throbbing seemed to slow, she felt another lovely feeling deep in her coochie. She knew the other girls called this ‘cuming’. “Ohhhh, ummmm,” she muttered,
almost inaudibly, “I’m cuming again, “Ohhhh, ummmm.”
Mike lay on his back, letting the girls slide the five year old back and
forth along his cock. Back and forth, back and forth.
It felt sensational. He knew he wouldn’t be able to fuck her for a couple of
years or so, but he knew in the meantime, he could enjoy a pleasure of a
different kind with her. Equally satisfying, just as
worthwhile.
He came to his senses, as he felt her weight lifted off him. He looked
up and couldn’t believe what he saw. Sue, Elsie, Katrin and Sammy were holding
little Linda up in the air, upside down. Her legs were sticking out, and one at
a time, the four older girls were taking it in turns to dip into Linda’s pussy,
and lick her clean. The little girl was squealing. It was a sound of pure
pleasure. Meanwhile, the other five knelt down, and started to clean Mike’s
stomach up. Their tongues vigorously seeking his white
nectar. He’d wondered how long it would take to debauch these girls. The
answer was not very long at all. He already knew he couldn’t wait to get back
from
THE END
Find out how Mike gets on in:
Mike The Mechanic – Book 6 – The Walking
Mike
the Mechanic - Book 6 The Walking Holiday or Love in a
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