From: nogarder@ix. netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt. sex.stories
Subject: Young And Nubile In London (MFF, fetish)
Date: 19 Jan 1996 03:00:03 GMT

		      Young And Nubile In London

	As a great lover of young girls, I find it frustrating when so
many of them tart themselves up in an attempt to make themselves look
older. I often think of Anne, the only girl I've known who revelled in
her little girl looks!

	I had a two-room flat in London at the time. There were seven
others living in the house. In one small flatlet were two girls.
Mary, the elder girl, was attractive in a curious way and had a nice
figure and a sense of humour. But it was Anne her friend, who
fascinated me.

	Anne was a typist in a small firm. The first time I saw her I
imagined her to be about fourteen and not a day older. In fact she
could have posed as a thirteen year old. She was 5ft 2ins tall, and
very slim. She had no breasts at all and wore her hair page boy style.

	After a few weeks I got to know them quite well, and one
evening I asked them up to my room for a drink. Of course I remarked
about Anne's tiny figure, and I couldn't believe it when she said she
was over 16, but Mary confirmed it. A few drinks later all three of us
had loosened up, and I dared to mention that Anne lacked boobs. They
both giggled, and Anne pulled her silk blouse tight against herself
and showed that in fact she had a nice set of nipples and tiny boobs.
I admired them, and said so; at which Anne looked at Mary and then
said, "Shall I show him the truth?"

	Mary agreed; Anne then undid the buttons on her blouse and
parted it. No bra, no sort of covering - her nipples were superb
little cherries, with a only a small little bulge surrounding them.
Anne even pulled her blouse off at the shoulders and sat there naked
to the waist.

	"Divine?" asked Mary. "Superb," I replied, getting up and
stroking Anne's chest. My prick started to erect and the bulge in my
trousers must have showed.

	"Tell me, when you are naked, you must look like a girl of
thirteen, surely?" I asked. Anne and Mary smiled. "You are dead
right," said Mary. Anne stood up. "Want me to strip?" she asked. Of
course I begged her to. Anne slowly and sexily undid her skirt. She
wore no panties, no tights, no stockings. She stood naked... and she
had not one single pubic hair. She asked me to stroke her small,
lovely slit, and it was as smooth as silk. I couldn't resist feeling
myself while I turned my attention to her neat, tiny bottom. I stroked
that too, and put a finger between the cheeks and felt her tiny little
hairless anus.

	I couldn't control myself any longer, so I stripped off and
slipped my cock into her tight passage - which in fact was
surprisingly wet and ready. As I pushed forwards Anne wriggled her
small bum from side to side, pushing back on me hard at every few
strokes.

	Mary got so excited watching us that she stripped off herself,
put her arms around Anne's body, and began kissing and stroking us
both. When I finally came in great gushes, Mary couldn't get away from
Anne quick enough, and soon teased me back into a rampant erection.
Well, I could hardly refuse a girl in distress, could I? She had a
large firm backside and bouncy tits, but I must say that it wasn't
such a thrill as screwing the slim young charms of Anne.

	Afterwards when we were all lying there relaxing, Mary and
Anne told me about themselves. Anne worked as a typist, but that was
only really a cover, to keep her parents happy. She made her real
money an easier way, and Mary was her "manager"; she was clever at
finding men who liked young girls. Most of the men were foreign and
Mary told them that Anne was only thirteen. Anne would suck them off,
play with them, everything except screw.

	Anne and I screwed each other pretty frequently for about a
year, and then she moved away. When I saw her again she had lost that
little girl look.