Episode 33 - Second Homes free porn video

Hi, my name is Stephanie; I’m quite petite – slim, high breasts, short-cropped blonde hair and deeply tanned all over. I’m nearly 16 now, but with the right make-up and choice of underwear, I can be any age you want. I keep my cunt shaved to within an inch of her life – I hate pubic hair – it always gets stuck in your teeth. I was born Stephanie in this tiny village on the south Cornish coast, but most of my friends call me Steph, except for the boys at school who just grunt ‘Bitch’ when I pull their hard cocks out of my mouth and they splatter spunk all over my nose and chin. Several of the girls at school also call me ‘Bitch’ for fucking with their boyfriends, as I seem to have a very high sex-drive and need a constant supply of fresh cock. Two girlfriends call me ‘That Filthy Lezzer’ after I groped them in the school showers. They got me back by stealing my skirt and blouse, so I had to run home in the rain in my underwear.

I guess most of us teenagers are bi-sexual really; we just need to find the right boys and girls to keep satisfied. I adore the feel of soft girls and hard boys, quite often at the same time – a good orgy on the beach really turns me on.

Oh, did I mention my half-br0ther Tony – he’s gorgeous, broad shoulders, perfect six-pack, always has a hard-on. He’s a few months younger than me, but we’ve lived together so long, most people think we’re twins. For years we stayed with my grandpa in Honey Cottage – a tiny 2 bed-roomed stone-built place between the village pub and the coast path.
I never knew my Dad, and then Mum had to move to the big town to get a job, so we lived with Grandpa. Tony and I had to share a bed, but we were young so nobody minded. That is, until I woke up one morning to feel the back of my favourite pink night-dress all sticky. Tony said he had had a wet-dream, and just accidentally coated my bottom with his young sperm, then tried to wipe it up using my nightie. Poor boy, he was so embarrassed when I licked him clean, he got all hard again and came in my mouth.
That was the start of our perfect sex-life: I abandoned the night-dress and we slept curled up together with his cock resting between my taut buttocks every night until my breasts started to grow. Grandpa really didn't have a clue how to control two sex-crazed ch1ldren who swam naked every day and shared one small towel to dry each other's bodies. Proper fam1lies who ventured onto 'our' beach generally tried to protect their k1ds from our flagrant and noisy copulations in the sand dunes. But inevitably dads pointed their cameras at our bare bottoms and captured some very erotic, but highly unlawful, images of our und3r-age love making.

Honey Cottage
Honey Cottage was made of grey Cornish stone, just like the rest in the village, and nobody kept bees, so one day we asked Grandpa how it had got its name. He just laughed and said to bring back a girlfriend after school. We all stripped her off, folding her clothes into a neat pile on the kitchen table and marched her upstairs to Grandpa’s room. He produced some lengths of pink ribbon and we tied her hands and outstretched feet to his big brass bedstead. We left her for ten minutes basking in the stream of warm sunlight pouring in through the tiny window.

When we got back the entire room smelled of warm pussy and she tasted perfect all over. I licked her from the tips of her hard young breasts, down across her smooth tummy and into the crinkly folds of her pussy. She tasted of pure honey; it dripped from her cunt down onto her buttocks and I had to lap up every last drop before it reached the white sheet under her bottom. She thrashed from side to side trying to dislodge my tongue from her cunt, but it just made me want more. Each time my lips were coated in her fabulous juice, I would swing my head up to kiss Tony and then suck in his erection. One time it was Grandpa’s old wrinkly cock, but I didn’t care – this honey-flavoured juice had a hypnotic effect – I just craved sex.

I hadn’t noticed Tony standing at the end of the bed; while I was kneeling sucking her cunt, he was fingering my bare bottom. The girl (I wish I could remember her name) was babbling incoherently – I figured it was just another orgasm. Then I felt Tony’s long hard cock pushing into my wet arse. I tried not to show her how much it hurt – just kept munching her cunt – but he was in so deep, it felt like he was tearing me apart. I have to admit I screamed his name when my climax hit; he just kept on ploughing in and out, before finally pulling out and covering my bottom and lower back with his sticky sperm. The girl didn’t seem to mind licking it all off, but when she realised it might be her turn next, she dashed downstairs and she never came near Honey Cottage again.

First Photos
Years later, Grandpa had to go into an old folks home and stop renting the cottage. Steph and Tony became officially homeless and mostly slept on friends couches when they couldn't find a warm bed for the night. They were especially friendly with the Manager of the local Holiday Chalet Park and he allowed them to camp out in any un-booked chalets, provided they left it tidy, oh and slept with him occasionally. They recruited a number of young girls willing to pose in exchange for a good meal and organised a regular photo session for lonely (mostly male) punters. Tony was the only bloke allowed to touch the girls; the 'photographers' merely suggesting the 'poses' they wanted. Sometimes the Manager fancied a particularly attractive little tramp, and would whisk her off to his 'office' for a good fucking.

Two old, fat, sweaty blokes turned up for one session, it was just me and another little slapper. Normally we would just strip down to our little-girl undies (and sometimes white socks – they seemed to love those), but this time they gave us something to wear. They were just a thin waist strap with a large triangle and a small triangle, joined by a piece of string. The manager had to show us how to put them on – the large black silky triangle went down between our legs just covering our little slits. The string went up between our buttocks – it felt really odd, but the blokes loved it. The manager had arranged some lights in a circle around an inflatable bed on the floor – we were to kiss and cuddle, while the fat blokes took photos and got even sweatier. I had the little slut nicely pinned down when someone suggested a pussy-fight; we were to interlock our cunts and try to make the other one cum. Well what fun we had – the manager poured some oil down the front of our thongs (I only found out later that's what they're called) and we slithered around the li-lo mashing our cunts together. The blokes couldn't get enough of us; the manager had to stop them grabbing our bottoms.

The lights were so bright it was hard to look out beyond them, but one time when I was on top, I saw just a pair of bright white eyes in the dark corner of the chalet. I disentangled my cunt from hers and crawled over to find a very black man sitting on a wooden chair staring at me. He smiled, flashing a set of amazingly white teeth. I had never seen a black man before, and wondered if I should be afraid, but the tingling in my tummy pushed me forwards.

“Hello Little Miss, what’s your name?” he rumbled grabbing hold of both my hands and sitting me across his knees, facing him. He kissed me very lightly on the lips and I mumbled “Stephanie, but my friends call me Steff” in between little kisses.
When he said my name and stroked my hair I was lost – he could have done anything to me. He pulled me up closer – I could feel the heat from his chest against mine – and there was this bulge in his trousers growing up between my legs and pressing into the black fabric of my thong.

I was fairly certain it was wrong, but I just had to find out if all the stories of black men having massive black cocks were true. He didn’t seem to mind when I undid the buttons on his trousers and soon this absolutely enormous erection was touching my tummy. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the minute and was afraid of soiling his nice clean slacks, but this was too good to stop now. He slid one enormous hand down my back, making me giggle; then it held both of my buttocks – squeezing them together around that horrid string. As I wriggled around on his lap trying to get one hand to meet around the shaft of his cock, he pulled the string aside and touched my front bottom (remember I was only eight).

He must have hypnotised me with words and looks and touching my very wet pussy; I succumbed, bending forward to take his cock-head into my mouth. It felt fabulous – alive with passion – it twitched against my tongue and between my teeth when I clamped down hard. He didn’t seem to care – just pushed one finger (or was it two) deeper into my virgin cunt. Each time I panted his cock seemed to get bigger – I was rubbing it up and down with both hands now – trying to satisfy his black snake, swirling my tongue around the red-hot tip.

Suddenly everything happened at once – his finger tips penetrated my hymen, making me scream and his cock erupted gallons of sticky white sperm. It went everywhere – in my hair, all over my nose and mouth – I managed to swallow some, but the rest poured out splashing onto my chest, up my arms – I was dripping in the stuff. The photographers, the slut and the manager were all forgotten about – I was just revelling in my new-found skills as a proper grown-up. I think I must have cried from the pain between my legs, but he stroked and rubbed the inside of my pussy with his fingers until I calmed down and then I had my first proper climax. I had to hold on around his neck to stop the shaking – it seemed to started from my cunt and work outwards – right down to my feet and up to my arms. I was just one big orgasm – I wanted it to go on forever. I was coated in sperm, something nasty dripping from the sides of the black thong, but ecstatically happy - this fabulous man had just taking my virginity.

When I got back from the shower everybody had gone, I pulled on the jeans and jumper, carefully hiding the bl00d-soaked thong in a bin and was just walking out when I spotted a brown envelope on the seat where we had made love. It was just addressed ‘Steff – my love’ and inside was the most beautiful pair of panties I had ever seen. I ripped off my jeans and pulled the gift on. Just my size – jet black, but completely see-through; snug on the hips and then square cut across the thighs and bottom. They looked and felt stunning. I found a mirror and tried to see myself from the back – they just floated across my bottom – a lovely slice of cheek below each lacy edge. But the view from the front was just awesome – black lace from hip to hip, leading down to a super smooth slit, proudly displayed for my lover. I couldn’t resist a quick rub – pussy felt fabulous through the soft fabric – little clit was soon standing proud waiting to be fondled and kissed.

He had written ‘a little present for my lover, Kurt’ on the back of his business card. Oh and a crisp new £50 note. I had never seen so much money. I popped the card and money back in the envelope, pulled up my jeans and ran all the way home to tell Grandpa and Tony all about it.

At home, I raced up to the big bedroom leaving my jeans and jumper on the stairs. Tony saw the flash of bare skin through the new black panties. I was standing on Grandpa's bed, legs apart making sure I was bathed in sunlight from the waist down when he bounded in. Tony said 'wow' and grabbed Grandpa's trusty old Kodak Instamatic camera from the drawer where he hides it from us. I gave Tony what I thought were provocative poses – thrusting my hips out to stretch the panties tight against my pussy; slowly turning around to reveal my pretty bottom. Tony clicked away, occasionally directing a hand here or a thigh there. He loved photographing my bottom, and now I had lost my virginity he knew anything was possible. He insisted on taking some from the back and several of my slit showing through the taut transparent fabric. I was on my knees – bottom high in the air, hand down front of panties, stroking my pussy on the last picture before he ran out of film. Embarrassed at his lust, Tony wound on the last frame and hid the film in his pocket before Grandpa arrived, puffing up the stairs from the garden.

Grandpa instantly fell in love with my new panties – he sniffed them, stroked my bottom through them, even sucked my open pussy through them – they became very sticky. He demanded to know how much they had cost and where they had come from; jumping to all the wrong conclusions. How much could I tell him about Kurt? I had hid the envelope, business card and £50 note under the pillow, to be collected later. He just tickled me, until in the end it all poured out – the size of Kurt's Biggest Blackest Cock in the World – how gorgeous it tasted – where the sperm ended up - how he left me the panties. But, of course, I 'forgot' to mention the virginity thing and the money – a girl needs to keep some things private. Tony casually mentioned finishing off the last few shots in the camera, but Grandpa's head was firmly buried between my legs at the time, so he might not have heard.

Chemist
The next day Tony and I took the exposed film into the chemist shop on our way home from school; we explained that they from Grandpa's camera and we wanted it processed. The chemist looked us up and down a bit dubiously, but took the order and told us they should be ready for collection on Saturday.

Back at the shop on Saturday, the chemist-man pulled Grandpa aside; I could only hear the occasional word: ".. obscenity ... ch1ld p0rnography .. cannot possibly hand these over ... had to get them specially printed ... very expensive" They both looked at a print and then over at me. "What?" I demanded "Yes, that is my pussy", pulling down my jeans to expose the black see-through fabric.

I reached up and smoothed out the £50 note on the counter "Will this cover it?" The chemist-man checked it over, handed me all the photographs and gave Grandpa the change: "Look after that one; she is going to be trouble". Back home, I picked the most revealing photo, wrote 'To Kurt, with love, Steff' on the back and sealed it into the brown envelope. I just copied the words on the front of his business card onto the envelope: ‘KURT, ESC0RTS Lap Dancing Club, SOHO’ and next morning gave it to the postman. He chuckled, patted me on the bottom and said he would try to deliver it. Nothing happened.

One afternoon I was skipping home from school on my own (Tony had some rugby practice), delighted because I had chosen Lap Dancing for my Investigative Project at school. I was trying to catch a glimpse of my special black panties reflected in the shop windows, when I realised that the chemist-man was staring out in a funny way. He pulled me into his shop “Out the back, little bitch” as he locked the door “and let’s see if we can get some more pictures of you in those panties”. I pulled off my school uniform, shivering slightly – my little nipples standing up from excitement (or perhaps the cold); he pointed a funny camera at my middle – it said POLAROID on the front, and there was a bright flash.

Magic: it spewed the picture out – he waved it around for a while – and there it was – my lovely black panties, with a tight pink slit showing through – it was in colour – wow. He took several more – from the front and back, then sat down and popped me up on his knees – his white coat buttons were undone and a tiny pale pink penis fell into my hands. “No way” – that’s not going in my mouth – so I just jacked him off, collecting his little patch of sperm down the back of the panties. He was triumphant, took loads more photos, but he put them in a drawer and locked it.

School Project
How was I going to find out about Lap Dancing? None of my friends new anything; some of the older boys at school just sniggered. The teachers thought it was really the wrong thing to be investigating, even when I explained that it was my career choice. Someone suggested trying the computer in the library – of course that was years before everyone had one at home (or in their pocket). I had already scoured the ch1ldrens shelves for books on Dancing; these had pretty pictures of ballerinas showing off their legs and bottoms, but no mention of Laps.

The librarian was a friendly old man and showed me how to search on the computer – he sat down and I sort of stood between his legs so I could see the screen. I typed ‘how to become a Lap Dancer’ into the search bar, but the screen was covered in horrid library security messages, saying this wasn’t allowed. The librarian logged in again with some special stuff – he didn’t let me see his password, and now the messages had been replaced by photographs. There were smartly-dressed men mostly sitting on leather sofas with beautiful girls or women in very skimpy underwear rubbing their bodies over the men. My eyes were everywhere; my hand shook on the mouse – they were all so gorgeous – men holding their perfect breasts – girls rubbing hard cocks – everybody kissing. I could feel my pussy getting hotter, my legs getting wobbly – it was difficult to hold the mouse steady. Sat behind me, the librarian’s right hand steadied mine, and I’m sure I could feel his other hand touching my bottom. I was past caring – the pictures on the screen held my attention – we kept clicking on ‘next’ and more stunning ladies (and some quite young-looking girls) flashed up making their men very happy.

“Wait a minute, go back” I shouted “I’m sure that’s…” The librarian definitely squeezed my bottom – I wasn’t imagining it – he clicked on the left arrow and there He was – my Kurt; surrounded by gorgeous women, all pouting and sticking their chests out. Underneath was a caption ‘Club Owner Recruiting New Talent’, and the name ‘Esc0rts’ just like on his business card. “That’s him – that’s Kurt” I babbled – “can we find out more?”

The librarian clicked a few more times, pausing at some odd photos which had young boys in tight shorts, but no girls – I pulled away slightly from his hand up my skirt. He clicked on some funny letters and dots (he said it was a URL) and we were on the Esc0rts web site. It had loads more photos of Lap Dancers and Pole-dancers and Strippers, all really beautifully dressed in shiny underwear. The librarian wrote out the proper address and said I had to put my address on the back of the envelope so Kurt would know where to post the reply – I was learning fast.

The next day I called into the library just before closing time; the librarian smiled at my very short skirt and locked up so we wouldn’t be disturbed. He sat down in front of the computer, opening his trousers; I stood in front, resting my bottom against his cock. We quickly found the Esc0rts web site and explored the ‘so you want to be a lap-dancer’ page. There were several photographs of new recruits parading around in their new uniforms – really pretty girls flashing their tits at the camera. One picture showed a pole-dancer, upside down – legs spread out – bikini pants stretched really tight across her bottom.

“Here little Miss, click on that arrow” said the librarian. Apart from his hand on my bottom, I had almost forgotten he was there, looking over my shoulder. The video clip started – the girl slowly gyrating around the pole in front of a group of kneeling girls touching and kissing each other.

“Did you see that lovely boy in the red thong?” asked the librarian when it stopped.
“No; I was watching the dancer. Can we play it again, only bigger?”
This time the librarian paused the video as it swept around the circle of girls watching. Sure enough in amongst the kneeling strippers was the back of a beautiful black ch1ld standing, wearing just a shiny red thong. I felt sure it was a girl, but it was tricky to tell from behind in the poor light.

“Look” I cried as ‘he’ turned around, grinning “that bulge isn’t a cock – it’s her hand – she’s just rubbing her pussy. And she looks just like Kurt, perhaps it’s his daughter – Oh I do hope so, I’d love to meet her”
The librarian seemed a bit disappointed that ‘he’ was a girl, but agreed to help me fill in the enquiry form. We had to be a bit creative on the ‘Age’ and ‘Bust Size’ questions (‘8’ and ‘flat-chested’ didn’t seem appropriate for a lap-dancer), but we got to the end and I added a little note ‘Kurt, it’s me – your little Steff from Cornwall. The lovely black panties you gave me have almost worn out and I adore that little black girl in the red thong – can I have some like hers?”

The librarian wouldn’t let me go until I agreed to anal sex with him – he only had a small cock, so it didn’t hurt too much and he came almost immediately he pushed it into my bottom. It took days to get the sperm off the back of my skirt; but I was learning what made grown-ups tick.

I rushed down to the front door every morning to check the post; the postman was very kind – handing over the letters. Then one Saturday it happened – a package addressed to me in that same handwriting on the back of his business card – it was my new panties from Kurt.

I raced up to my bedroom and tore the package open. Out fell 6 pairs of gorgeous see-through panties all shapes and colours, another crisp, new £50 note and a plastic bag with one of those zipper seals to keep food fresh. Inside I could see a triangle of bright red shiny fabric, all covered in jewels, and a note, which said ‘My favourite thong for my lover Steff. I have just taken these off, so you might still be able to smell my perfume. I wore them at the club last night and got quite sweaty dancing; have a lick, Dad sends his love’. She had signed it ‘Your passionate eight year old lover, Kit’.

We did become passionate pen-pals, swapping more and more daring photographs and used panties, until she sent rail tickets for Tony and me to go up to London and spent the weekend in bed with her, but that is another story.

Then until Now
A lot changed in the village over the 8 years until now: Tony and I turned from sex-crazed p*****ns into fully mature sex-crazed 16 year-olds. I must have fucked and sucked my way through every boy in the village and most of the girls; Tony had all the girls in the surrounding area and one or two of the boys (funny how bi-sexuality works). Somehow I avoided getting pregnant or catching any nasty diseases; Tony wasn’t quite so careful – there are 2 babies he admits to in the next village and he had to be celibate for a whole 6 months to clear up a particularly virulent STI.

The old tumbled-down Honey Cottage and many others were sold to a developer who turned them into bijoux second homes for rich Londoners, and the locals found they couldn’t afford to live here anymore. The school closed because there weren’t enough ch1ldren; most of the shops were put out of business by a big supermarket in the next town. The chemist shop was the last to close while the chemist-man was being investigated for his stash of ch1ld ‘photography.’

Tony and I were survivors, but always on the lookout for somewhere to stay.

Back to the Present – Out Jogging
I was out on my regular jog around the village on the lookout for new 'talent'. I hate sports bras – they always chafe my nipples – so I was dressed as usual in just a tight-fitting lycra top with large shoulder cut-outs. You know the type that just hold the tits in place, but show a lot of under-breast and the occasional flash of nipple. I had picked the shorts to be snug around the pussy and very short at the back, showing a nice slice of buttock. A video iPod and blue trainers completed the hot outfit. The kitchen window of Honey Cottage was open and the sound of two people shagging drifted out as I approached. I'd heard that a young couple from London had bought the cottage as a holiday home, so crossed the road and stopped outside the open window, pretending some stretching exercises. This mostly involved standing with my back to the window and grabbing my ankles, looking up at them past the moist pussy lips. I hoped they appreciated my backside and tight camel toe enough to invite me in for the night.

Kitchen Fucking
He is fully dressed, obviously fucking his wife bent forwards over a corner of the granite worktop. Oddly she is not naked, but wearing a bright blue bra and matching stockings .He is slamming into her backside quite high, I cannot tell if it is anal or cuntal. I pull out the iPod earphones – the sound of the woman panting hard was breaking through into the story.

I don’t like music for jogging, but prefer my younger br0ther Tony reading stories. He made up stories about us from very young – how we love to lay on the beach, how he loves to lick the inside of her thighs, the very first time they made love, how he loves to hold her breasts when he cums deep in her bottom. She was just getting to her favourite scene where he ties her face down to the big brass bed and licks her to orgasm, then takes her virginity – really carefully and lovingly. He pulls out at the last moment and splashes her bottom with spunk.

Steph cannot help slipping a hand down the front of her jogging shorts to check what effect the story is having on her pussy wetness. She is dripping; two fingers slide effortlessly between her soaking lips to bring herself off. This is the best bit about running – one long terrific wank, then home to Tony for a quick br0therly fuck before breakfast.

The bloke is hauling on his wife's bra strap, pulling her up off the worktop, really powering into her backside – she has several fingers in her pussy, so it's obviously anal. They are both panting hard, sweat beginning to pool in her tight cleavage – she looks up and smiles at my upside down breasts swinging gently from side to side. He abruptly finishes the screw, zips up his golfing trousers and is out the door into his black BMW off to the pub in seconds.

Mary slowly stands up, pulling off the two-sizes-too-small bra and wipes the baby oil from her sore bottom, and seeing me standing outside, open-mouthed, calls out: "Come on in – the doors open".

“Oh you poor thing, why do you put up with that treatment?” I ask. She is trying to hide the obvious belt-marks across her buttocks. I take the jar of moisturising cream and smooth a large dollop onto her backside. My fingers slide forward into her pussy, rubbing the cream into her soft skin. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. I hardly know you. My name is Steph and I’m bi-sexual”.

Mary said “I’m Mary, and I need a good girly chat”. We chatted for a long time, while Mary made the coffee. She explained that her husband Mark insisted she wore a bra at all times, even in bed, just in case he fancied a fuck. He often abused her bottom with a paddle; flatly refused to even touch her pussy – said he hated the sight of it – all soft and gooey – he wanted a hard arse to fuck.

She slowly responded to my fingers – her cunt getting moist – I rubbed her goo around her mouth and then climbed up on the worktop, pulling her hand down the front of my shorts. She loved it – the shorts didn’t stay on for long – she was soon lapping away at my cunt – wet tongue slapping against my hard clit and sucking out the juices. I cannot believe she had never eaten pussy before, she was a natural.

“Come upstairs” she commanded “I want to tie you up and then try out this new rabbit vibrator. See if it makes you cum as much as it says on the box”.
In the bedroom she ripped off the lycra top, put a choke-chain around my neck and clipped it securely to a ring above the bed. She repeatedly slapped my breasts, until I got three fingers deep inside her cunt and twisted her away.

“OK, now it’s my turn” I gasped as I bit her nipples. Her pussy felt so wet, my fingers kept sliding out. Now it was her turn to pant “Please, please make me cum. I need it right now”. So I bunched up my whole hand and slid it up her. She squealed, so with my spare hand I ran the pink vibrator over her nipples and then frigged my cunt with it. She grabbed the end and set up a slow in-out action in time to my fisting. We laughed like a couple of schoolgirls when I squirted all over her face as she was taking a closer look at my shaven pussy. She wasn’t far behind after I found her g-spot – her legs clamped around my hand – I kept thrusting – she shuddered and then we both collapsed in a hot sweaty heap.

We helped each other into the bathroom; I soaped her breasts while she tried a faster speed on the rabbit still in my cunt. The bathroom was in a brand new extension – all black and shiny – a huge shower against one wall, enough room for three. Mary switched on the scalding power shower, directing the stream of water at my cunt. She then cruelly dropped the temperature to freezing and thrust the nicely-shaped shower head hard between my lower lips. I screamed and bit her neck until she raised the temperature to normal – she loved it, directing the stream of stinging water against my hard clit while pushing the rabbit vibrator to full speed. I came and came, grappling her breasts to make her stop. Our hands were inside each other’s pussies trying to coax another orgasm, Mary was panting hard. Then she suddenly broke away from my grasp, pushed me against the wall and demanded “Close your eyes bitch and wait there”. I pulled out the vibrator and licked it clean, then ran the tip into my butt-hole – just a hunch she may want my arse.

She was back in a moment “Hey I didn’t say you could play with yourself” slapping my arse “now spread those legs wider, you have been a naughty girl”. I felt her kneel down behind me, then her soft tongue deep in my arse crevice, teasing me. I didn’t have to wait long – she stood up and eased the hard butt plug into my bottom. Fortunately it was nicely wet, so slipped in easily. Mary thrust her hips forward and the strap-on made a wonderful squelching noise as she eased it in and out. I felt her hands on my breasts, pulling up on the nipples with each thrust.

“Take it bitch” she screamed “you have to beg for your climax”. The dildo was getting me pretty hot. I love a good anal fucking, and she was good – letting my sphincter almost close before thrusting back in. I could feel pussy juice running down my legs – some of mine and hopefully hers too. So I played along: “Please, harder, please pleasure me. I love your cock, make me cum with it”, I bent forward, giving her a better angle into my arse and reached behind catching the switch on her strap-on waist band. This set her cuntal vibrator going and she really upped the pace on fucking my arse. “I can feel you right up here in my guts, nearly, nearly – just a bit higher, you’re stretching me so wide. Oh now you’ve pushed a finger in my cunt too, that’s so good. Keep pumping, I’m nearly there. You’re such a good lover; you can make me cum all over your hand. Oh shit, that was awesome; I just squirted, that hardly ever happens. You are clever. I love you”

Ch1ldren
Later on the way to the pub Steff and Mary spot two ch1ldren splashing around in a paddling pool in their tiny back garden. They must be 10 or 11 years old and only wearing wet pink panties, clinging to their tight wet bottoms. They have their backs to Mary and Steff, both have short dark hair and gorgeous all over deep tans from living by the sea.

“Hi Amy, hi Timmy” calls Steff, knowing the twins from numerous baby-sitting sessions. The nearly naked Amy races over to the fence, demanding that Steff comes into the garden “Come round the back gate, I’ve got som’at to show you”. Timmy creeps up on Amy, a little embarrassed being caught wearing his s1ster’s panties and pours a bucket of cold water down her back. She screams and lashes out, but then they just hug and kiss- little wet bodies rubbing together. Timmy pulls down Amy’s panties showing her swollen pussy lips to Mary: “Little bitch loves being eaten, you should try some”. “Look” said Timmy squeezing Amy’s nipples “her tits are starting. I did just like you said: rub sperm into them every day. Sometimes I couldn’t get it out of her mouth quick enough and she’d like swallow it, so she made me cum all over again, just to get enough for her tits project” “Come on Steff, I need some fisting practice”.

Steff grabs Mary’s hand and drags her through the gate into the back garden: “It’s OK; I used to babysit these two when they were little, and they’re always this rude”.

Mary wasn’t sure how she felt about sex with ch1ldren; she had never even watched any ch1ld porn.

Photos
Oh yes, except for that time on the sofa, husband late home from the office, Mary had powered up his laptop just for a quick look. His most frequented porn sites were interesting – the usual mix of lesbian teens and some hard core wives being pounded by big black cocks – perhaps he wanted her to mess around? Anyway, tucked away on his hard drive she found a folder named 'youngsters'; dare she look? The first few photos were innocent enough – a young teenage girl posing awkwardly in a skimpy bikini and leather boots. Then they started to hot up; Mary found the need to remove her tight jeans and jumper and lay back on the sofa with one hand down the front of her panties. The girl in the photo set was now joined by a younger nude boy eager to get his little hard-on serviced. She casually sucked him off while he mauled her breasts, but slapped his hand away when he tried to stroke her between the legs.

Mary's pussy was creaming up nicely, imagining how his hard cock tasted. The girl pulled her black bikini pants down at the back, exposing a delicious bottom and f0rced her younger br0ther to eat her out. The girl was now frantically rubbing her cunt through the thin fabric while his tongue raced around her bottom, bringing her to a wonderful orgasm. Mary came too, pulling off her soaked panties before they made a mess of the sofa. A tiny girl in a tight yellow dress appeared behind the boy, feeding a condom onto his erection. She too licked the teenager’s bottom, sliding in two moistened fingers, before pushing the boy into her.

There were dozens of photographs taken from every angle showing his cock sliding into her arse, stretching it wide. Mary's hand was now a blur in her own cunt, thumb rubbing her hard clit to a shiny peak. The boy was no stranger to anal sex and powered his cock into his big s1ster's bottom repeatedly; pulling back so the shiny tip was just exposed and then slamming it back in and up.

The little girl in the yellow dress was fascinated too; watching the big girl's breasts swaying forward and backward with each thrust, hoping to have some like that when she grew up. She sat down, pulled up the hem of her dress and started fisting herself. Two fingers at first, then three, then her whole hand deep inside her pussy.

The photographer concentrating on the juice bubbling out around her knuckles and running down between her hard buttocks. The little boy's face was a picture, as he obviously filled the condom with his seed, tipping the teenager over the edge to bury her face between the little girl’s thighs. Mary had lost count of the number of climaxes before the laptop battery gave out, and she had to spend the rest of the evening with just her trusty vibrator.

So back in the garden, Mary was happy to accept two feisty naked p*****ns offering themselves for sex. Mary could feel her nipples hardening and her pussy flooding as she watched Timmy’s erection hit his flat belly as his s1ster Amy whipped off his wet pink panties. Mary knelt down in front of him, cupping his balls in one hand while she allowed him to undress her. Timmy lifted up her bra-top, massaging a breast in each hand. He wondered if he squeezed them together he could get both fat nipples in his mouth at the same time. Mary whimpered as he bit down on her hard nipples, and then sucked in some titty flesh. He’d have to remember this when Amy’s tits grew. He could feel this woman exploring his thighs; his cock was starting to throb, he had to do something soon or there would be a sticky white mess on her clean black shorts. Timmy let go of her breasts and pushed her head down to his crotch level, his cock dribbling pre-cum onto her nose and cheek.

Suddenly she was sucking him in; it felt awesome, everything he hoped for (his s1ster didn’t like sucking much). Right in to the back of her throat and then almost all the way out, just holding the tip between her lips; Mary loved the feel of his eagerness.

Mary’s hands naturally fell to holding his bottom, one hand cupping each cheek, one finger tip pressing against his tight butt-hole. At some level Mary knew this was very wrong, but she was past caring; Timmy was going to cum in her mouth and she wanted his sperm. On the next thrust Timmy started pumping spunk into her mouth, holding onto the back of her head. Mary gagged at first as the first hot load hit the back of her throat, then as she managed to ease his young cock out, she could swallow. Timmy grunted and shoved his erection back in, not wanting her to miss a drop.

What neither of them noticed was Amy’s dad sitting in the shade under a big tree, can of beer on the table, video camera in one hand following the cute wet bottoms around. Then they spotted the massive erection in the other hand, being pushed up and down, just starting to leak pre-cum. In a shot, Steff was kneeling beside him, taking his cock into her mouth, motioning for Mary to join her. Mary just stood up, slightly embarrassed, wiping the trickle of Timmy’s sperm from the corner of her mouth.
Amy’s dad never took his eyes off her fit young body, raising the camera to take in her soft puffy nipples, down across her flat stomach to her pulled down black cotton shorts, now quite damp from sucking Timmy, just exposing the top of her dark pubes.

“A beautiful sight” he said, licking his lips “a ripe young pussy with a landing strip showing the way”.

Mary looked down, trying to pull her wet shorts back up. But the effect was just to give her more of a camel toe, which Amy and Timmy delighted in stroking through the thin fabric. Amy snuggled her nose into Mary's crotch, holding herself in place with a tiny hand on each pert buttock. Mary tried to back away, but Amy clung on, getting her little tongue wedged firmly in damp pussy.

“So you must be the new owner of Honey Cottage? Have you ever wondered why it’s called that? Most of the village is made of honey-colour stone, so it’s nothing to do with that. It’s the taste - all pussies taste sweeter in the cottage. You don’t believe me? Do an experiment - suck this little tramp Steff now, and when you get back to the cottage tie her up on that big brass bed and eat her out. I guarantee after a few minutes you won’t be able to stop sucking her pussy. It will be just like honey”.

Mary stared at the front of Steff’s shorts as Steff stopped sucking Amy’s dad for a moment and explained that she used to live with her grandpa when he owned the cottage, and he always left her tied up when he went down the pub. He usually came back with a selection of his old mates and they would take turns with her backside. Sometimes she had to miss school the next day because she couldn’t sit down - it hurt too much.

“Amy bring the nice lady one of those special ice lollies, she’s looking a bit hot”. The sun was blazing down and the damp patch on the front of Mary’s shorts was bigger than ever. Amy returned with a bright orange penis-shaped ice lolly and slid it around just under Mary’s nipples, licking the melting juice from her breasts.
“There, does that feel nice?” Amy asked cutely.

Mary bit into the lolly, letting a trail of juice run drip onto her tummy. Amy lapped it up giggling: “Messy lady - you’ll need to take these shorts off soon, they’re getting all wet”.

Mary lifted her bottom to allow Amy to slide the shorts down. They landed in a damp puddle at her feet: “What do you think of these lovely lips Dad, do you think I should suck them?”

“Go ahead baby, push the lolly in first, then you should get her creaming”. Amy’s mouth was everywhere between her thighs: all around the damp landing strip, her long tongue high up inside Mary’s pussy, her whole mouth sucking in a hard clit. Then Mary felt the cold ice lolly rubbing between her hot cheeks, the effect was electric: she creamed onto Amy – pussy juice gushing into the ch1lds mouth.

I continued sucking both Timmy and his dad’s cock, not at the same time of course, until Timmy spurted his hot sticky sperm into my mouth.
Mary leaned over “Now tell me all about you and Tony”.

Grandpa
When we were little Grandpa took us down to the beach - we couldn’t afford swimsuits so Tony and I just ran into the sea in our underwear. My panties got all waterlogged and droopy, but grandpa loved it. We rushed back up the beach to where he was laying and dribbled the seawater over his body. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me down onto his face one foot either side, so my pussy landed with a bump on his nose and mouth. He sucked all the moisture out of my panties, but he was making me all wet inside. So I sort of stood up whipped off the soaked panties and sat down again on his face. He loved it, holding onto my thighs so I couldn’t get away as his tongue pushed up between my lips, eating me out. I hadn’t noticed Tony had sat down behind me across grandpa’s chest; his erection rubbing up and down my bottom. As grandpa thrashed my little clit from side to side, Tony slid a finger up my bum.

It started as a little dribble of wee, then it wouldn’t stop; it was gushing all over grandpa’s face. Hot and wet a great gushing stream spewing out of my cunt, splashing his mouth and nose, dribbling down into the sand. He loved it, couldn’t get enough of it; milked it out my pussy with his fingers and tongue. Tony, the dirty bugger, replaced his finger with a hard cock. It was my first anal ever and it hurt like hell. But he kept pounding away until it was all in, then I felt him shudder and masses of sticky sperm erupted into my arse as grandpa sucked the last of my squirt out. We all collapsed in a wet sticky heap as the incoming tide washed away the evidence.

Steff and Mary go to the Pub
In the pub a row of lads are sitting on high stools at the bar watching the barmaid dipping her tits in their beer. I hug Tony from behind, pulling his head back into my deep cleavage "Hello lover" I breathe into his ear. As I rub his nipples in tight circles the tip of his cock emerges above the waistband of his jogging bottoms. “Oooh, is that all for your baby s1ster?”

Tony slowly spins around, bulging erection filling his trousers, he eases the waistband down. I grasp it in both hands, while smothering his face in kisses. “Yes baby, it’s all yours. Make yourself happy”. The barmaid looks up from the lads' drinking game "Who’s this slut then?" looking Mary up and down "Hey Steff, put your brother down and introduce us, I fancy a bit of that hot tottie".

In my best proper voice "Mary, this is Mary too – she owns Honey Cottage, and yes she does taste sweet. Heh, we shall have to call you Mary-one and Mary-two. So Mary-two, this slapper behind the bar with her tits out is Mary-one, she'll fuck anything on two legs. You should get on just fine" and went back to sucking on Tony's face.

Mary-one walked slowly around the end of the bar, her pulled-down sloppy rugby club top barely concealing her wet breasts. Then her legs came into view clad in tight black leggings, showing off her perfect bottom. Mary-one steered Mary-two towards a corner table with a leather couch, laughing about Mary-one's wet nipples showing through the top and trying not to ogle Tony and me almost fucking vertically on the bar stool. His hands were roaming up my jumper, mauling titty flesh, while he stuffed his tongue down my throat.

"Hey ease up; I've only been away for a few hours. This feels like it needs a good sucking". Tony manoeuvred my face down to his cock; it tasted gorgeous – all thick and hot. It was soon rock hard too. When I glanced across to the sofa Mary-one (the barmaid) was eating out Mary-two (my new lover); making fantastic slurping noises as her tongue met wet pussy lips. Mary-two suddenly went rigid and I could see her thighs trembling as her hands clamped around the barmaid's head – sure sign of an impending orgasm.

Tony dragged me back to pleasuring him – he lifted me up and spun me around to sit on his lap – well on his erection really – I knew what was coming, especially with no panties on. He wiped spit between my cheeks and slid his hard cock between my wet lips, so just the head was inside my pussy. We both sat still for a moment, letting the sensation wash inwards, and then he started bouncing his lovely cock ever higher until it was all in. The slowly lifted me up and slammed me down again. I realized that everyone in the pub was watching us, so we had better put on a good display. The tee-shirt was off in a flash and Tony milked my tits for all they were worth. It only took three more thrusts and Tony exploded – we both cried out as the red-hot sperm erupted deep in my body.

The next time I looked over at the sofa the two Marys were deep in conversation, apparently drawing something on a sketchpad.

“What devious plot are you two hatching” Tony asked dropping his slick cock onto Mary’s shoulder.

Mary-one “Well you know Mary wants you two to house-sit Honey Cottage during the week and turn into sex-slaves at the weekend, well this outfit may help. Her man only likes bottoms and insists she wears a bra so he can hold on. Well we figured the way. Look”.
The first page had quite a good drawing of Steff bound up in narrow leather thongs – around the neck, upper arms, chest, waist and thighs. “What have you done to my breasts?” I asked incredulously “They’re all flattened, and you can’t even see the nipples”

Tony added “And what is that cuntal piece doing going between the legs. It’s completely covered her pussy. How is that a sex-suit?”

“Wait until you see the rear view” demanded Mary-two flipping the page over. It was clear that all the straps started from a large steel ring centred on the butt-hole, stretching outwards up the back, over the hips and down between the legs to join at the front. All around the straps leather handles were fitted to give the perfect grip for anal sex. A detailed drawing looking up between the legs showed a detachable strap from front to back fitted with an enormous butt plug to keep the wearer ready.

Turning to Tony: “Completely uni-sex from the back. And this is the front of the male version. It holds the cock flat against your body by a series of cock rings riveted into the leather. What do you think? Could you make them a pair for next weekend?”
Mary-two licked his real cock to full size “I thought you were bragging in that drawing, but it really is that long. Can’t wait to get it up me”.

“Steff, hasn’t that slapper from the riding stables got some spare horse harnesses that could do?”

“Look” said Mary-two “They have rings at the side of the shoulders and hips and ankles to clip you two together”, flipping over another drawing of them kneeling “There, two perfect aligned bottoms, just waiting to be plundered”.

“Just a shame he hasn’t got two cocks” I laughed.

Mary-two looked quizzically “Well I do have my trusty strap-on …”

I fingered Tony’s bottom “are you sure about this, lover? Mary said he can get quite rough. You’ve just got to take it if we want somewhere to live….”