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THE GIRLS OF THAILAND

WaywardOne



****WARNING****

This story contains sex between an adult male and two MINOR females. It is
a consentual, Mf,ff,con, story, that has been converted from an originally
homosexual story previously posted on the internet, by another author. 

This story contains scenes of men having sex with minor girls. If that's not 
your cup of tea, don't read it. You have been warned. If this type of 
material offends you, exit now, and do not continue. If you are under the age 
of eighteen, or are under the legal age in your city, state, or country to 
read adult stories, exit now and do not continue.

The following story is fiction, All characters portrayed in 
this story are non-existent. Any resemblance to real people, 
dead, alive, or yet to be born, is truly coincidental.





THE GIRLS OF THAILAND
Chapter Four


After seeing how much the little girl enjoyed it, the girls got back in a
line, and I first went up to the ones who had put their clothes back on.
They were all having a great time I could tell, even though we didn't
speak the same language. While in some ways they acted very shy, they
were all eager to find out what new game this strange American man was
going to show them next, and bashfulness gave way to the youthful
exploration of the group. One by one I reached into their cheap cotton
shirts and caressed their little chests, no matter how much tit they did
or didn't have. 

The other little eleven year old, who had nearly cum on
my finger her first time through the line, had the cutest-feeling
explosions just beginning to sprout on her chest, and when I played with
her hard nipple points she let out a little scream, almost overcome with
pleasure, and then blushingly ran back to the end of the line. She had
been so titillated and frustrated by my fingers in her pussy that my
stroking her nipples almost put her over the edge. I knew I had a winner
here, as I just love it when a young girl who barely has budding breasts,
can derive that much pleasure from the sensitivity of her newly-forming
sex-organs. I then started back under their skirts and started again
stroking their wet nubile pussies through their underpants, if they had
any. But this time I was slower and more gentle in my fingering of them,
squeezing my finger in and moving it around but not at a frantic pace. I
got the most pleasure from the ones who had panties on, and sliding my
fingers through their leg-holes to get to their slick pussies. It was as
if I knew I was doing something forbidden, and their panties were
reminders of that.

All this finger-play had the effect of building their own intensity to a
higher level, as well as my own, but I would always stop before they got
too carried away. As I finished with one girl she would moan a little,
then giggle with the others waiting in line, and hurry to the end of the
line, waiting for her next turn. On the third time through the line, when
all had been through twice, I had each of them reach into my pants and
start playing with my dick. Up until now I had been doing all the
touching, and that was great, but now a new dimension was added. They had
to become active participants now and they fell to their new role with
much enthusiasm. Some would squeeze it quickly and scream to their
cohorts and rush away to the end of the line. One was almost afraid to
touch it, and looked as if she was about to cry. The others quickly
scolded her and I think told her that it was OK, or fun, or something,
because the next time she came down the line, she reached into my pants
and looked up at me and tried to smile. I patted her on the head with one
hand while fingering her wet pussy crease with the other, through her
tight little panties, and was very pleased to see her overcome her fears
and almost enjoy touching my rock-hard dick. 

When the time came for my
sexy little eleven year old to reach for my cock, I could hardly wait,
and apparently neither could she. She came up to me slowly, smiling
bashfully, and then turned her head as she reached into my stretched-out
underpants. I quickly went through all the baseball averages of the top
home- run hitters, and anything else I could think of to stall my
imminent eruption. We were both extremely excited, and I think we both
knew it, and as much as I wanted her to continue fondling my pole, I knew
I'd better stop her or I would come right then.

It was now time for the next progression in our systematic march towards
ecstasy. They were all losing any inhibitions they might have come in
with, and when I pulled up the skirt of my favorite eleven year old and
pulled down her tattered panties, an exhilarating gasp rippled through
all the girls. I dropped to my knees and simply stared at the most
beautiful young Venus-mound I had ever seen. I think everyone in the room
was holding their breath, until I lowered my head and nervously kissed
her pussy. She and I were both shaking by now, and it was all I could do
to not spread her on my bed and immediately fuck this beauty. But I
didn't, and somehow I managed to gain enough control to just lick this
slick crack enough to cause her to moan, and then I motioned for the next
girl to come over to me. By this time all of them were willing to have
their panties pulled down, and on the third time, after finally stepping
out of my pants completely, leaving on just my underpants, the girls
removed their panties just before I got to them, eagerly waiting to be
sucked, while they pulled on my erect staff.

My favorite eleven-year-old had the sweetest pussy of them all. I don't
think she had orgasmed yet, but her juices were rolling down her legs.
Her shiny mound was slightly puffy, but without a trace of hair, and the
edges of her labia were obviously engorged. If she hadn't cum yet she was
very close. It was murder to not finish up with her and bring us both off
right then, but I held out for what I hoped would be something more.

The other eleven-year-old was average looking, but also very sexy, in
just a skimpy T-shirt, and her bare pussy exposed to my hungry eyes and
fingers, and tongue. Her tit-growth was not as advanced as my cutey, but
her nipples were bigger and poked her shirt the most. The twelve-year-old
had those lemon-sized breasts and no pubic hair. The girls allowed me to
photograph them with their legs spread and even some would put their own
fingers in their pussies. With everyone obviously thoroughly into our fun
and games, I figured that I was in for one hot night. But when I decided
to expand the play a bit, and began to pull my shorts down, letting my
raging hard-on spring forth in the open, the games ended abruptly. The
six year old girl with the eager pussy that I had sucked first, said the
equivalent of "Oh, no!" and began putting her clothes back on. The other
girls followed suit and I was left by myself.

I figured that the girls were not yet ready to see my dick or to see me
naked. Hopefully they would not be so shy in ones or twos. I found out
later that day that my cute little eleven year old was named Sue-Lin.
Somehow I knew that Sue-Lin hadn't wanted to leave with the others, but
she did anyway.

The next afternoon I saw Sue-Lin sitting on the street curb right
outside my house. She looked rather pitiful there, in her torn and
tattered dress that was much too small, and obviously very old. It was a
busy day on the street and no one else seemed to notice her just sitting
there all alone, her chin in her hands, apparently with nothing on her
mind. But to me it seemed that she did indeed have something on her mind,
as every so often she would look furtively up and down the street, and
then stand on her tip toes peering over the fence looking up to my
window. Then, I guess not being able to see any movement inside, she sat
back down on the curb, resuming her former blank stare. I was overjoyed
as I believed she had come back just to see me, and maybe resume our play
of the day before. I was pleased that she was brave enough to come back,
especially since all of her girl friends had run away when I had exposed
my rude, and apparently intimidating, hard-on. I still didn't know why
they had ended our session when I dropped my shorts, since only moments
before we had all been playing quite freely with each others parts, and
their "parts" were fully exposed.

Finally after about her third or fourth time of peeking into my room
window, I suddenly appeared there, as if by accident, and gave her a big
smile. She looked startled at first, then embarrassed, but I quickly
waved at her to come around the side and come in. After looking up and
down the street a few times she rushed around the side and into my open
door. It was awkward at first, not speaking each others' language, but I
motioned her to sit on my bedside, while I went to the icebox to get some
lemonade for us. This was a big treat for her I think, and she uttered
something that must have meant "thank you".

Sometimes words are unnecessary, and even hinder proper actions, so a few
minutes after she arrived, I had her sitting on my lap, while I snuggled
into her ear whispering all kinds of sweet nothings which she couldn't
understand but got her relaxed and giggling just the same. I then began
tickling her gently, not threateningly, but playfully, around her stomach
and on her bare legs. I noticed immediately that she had nothing on her
top underneath that thin and torn dress, as was the custom with the poor
of Bangkok, and the warmth of her youthful body came searing through. As
my fingers would slide along her hips there on my lap, I felt the band of
her panties through her thin dress. I was glad she was wearing panties
under her dress. If and when I got to touch her in that area, it wouldn't
be such a shock through her panties, as it might be on her bare skin.

She loved every minute of our playtime and soon was tickling me back,
feeling a lot more comfortable here with me alone. I wanted to find out
how "comfortable", so soon my tickling fingers were reaching through
some of the larger holes in the top of her dress and touching the bare
skin of her tiny chest, in between her titties. This only increased her
excitement and her response was to immediately pull up my shirt and
tickle me on my chest. I looked in her eyes and she returned my stare,
and then the feverish tickling gradually became something more subdued,
and less frantic. I finally broke the stare and reached through a wide
space in her dress and touched her bare little tittie and nuzzled her
face with my nose, then quickly removed my hand. Her response was to grab
my nipple and squeeze it, while making a little face of her own at the
same time, as if to say "take that". So I did.

Continued in THE GIRLS OF THAILAND: Chapter Five

















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