Date: Sun, 01 Aug 2004 18:13:07 +0100
From: jason argo <jacklloyd22@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fairyfield Grange  part 8

Miriam Hancock rarely absented herself from Fairyfield during term-time, but
there were odd occasions when the need to cajole, threaten or
physiologically squeeze one of her donors meant her spending a night away.
Alec Grimshaw was a case in point, for to see him she had to travel to York.

During the drive south she took the opportunity to appreciate the
countryside and view the bloom of the Yorkshire moors in all their Byronic,
swashbuckling summer glory. Her eyes constantly strayed over the towering
flanks of the fells as if seeing them for the first time, gazing up at the
high tops and the patterns of walled green fields won from the yellow
moorland grass. That summer was turning into a scorcher, but weather, no
matter its type, always dramatised the rolling treeless landscape.
She'd calculated a two hour drive to reach the county town, and as a break
to boredom she'd decided to visit a potential client on the way. A stop-off
would not only be refreshing it could also provide some income in the
future, so it seemed sensible to kill two birds with one stone.
The hamlet of Codswallop was just a few old grey stone houses of one or two
storeys nestling together under tired and sagging grey slate roofs, and she
swung her car at a fork in the road to head between them. On the other side
she dipped her foot on the brakes just before a humpbacked bridge to ask a
farm labourer for the location of Sitt Garth.
The house she sought squatted on the west side of the village where a shady
lane lined with gorse and briars snaked up the side of the dale. It had
whitewashed walls covered with climbing ivy and clematis, a thatched roof,
and a trendy brightly painted cartwheel leaning nostalgically against its
gables.

Pulling to the side of the road she climbed out. The sky was a piercing blue
arc above, unblemished by cloud, the golden sun a perfect sphere, and on
that balmy summer morning nothing stirred. Not a blade of grass or a leaf
moved; the only sounds being the faint buzzing of bees hovering about clumps
of willowherb embedded in a crumbling brick wall.

A moderately attractive woman in flat shoes greeted her at the gate of a
small front garden. She was holding a watering-can, but was clearly
expecting a visitor.
"Miss Hancock?"

Miriam smiled, and the woman smiled back. "I'm Mrs Pumphrey. We spoke on the
phone. I'm so pleased you decided come in person. Come around the back of
the house, it's shady there and I've got some Pimm's on ice."

Miriam followed behind her into the sanctum of a small, cool garden surround
by high brick walls. The rear of the house was lime-washed and enhanced by
earthenware tubs spilling out lemon-scented ivy leafed geraniums. There a
small table and some basket chairs were set out on the flags of a modest
sized patio, and in the centre of a diminutive green lawn sat what appeared
to be a young girl playing with a doll's house. A natural blond with long
hair set in banana tresses she was the epitome of the little girl just home
from school, but from the previous telephone conversation she'd had Miriam
knew that the young girl was in fact Mrs Pumphrey's son.

"Is that Franky?" she asked.

"I call him Sara-Jane when he's being a girl." Mrs Pumphrey replied, then
turning to her offspring she called softly. "Come here and say hello to Miss
Hancock, Sara-Jane."

Miriam had viewed enough sissies to gauge a good specimen when she saw one,
and this one was exemplary. His expression was three parts innocent angel
and one part tantalising streetwalker - the combination that through the
ages had driven men insane with desire. Miriam estimated his age at 12 or 13
but his outfit was designed for a younger child - a yellow party dress with
white bows and lace and  ruffled petticoats beneath. Short skirts showing
lots of bare leg, showing panties almost, but not quite, frilly white socks
and pink, satin shoes.- all further clever play on youthful innocence.

Sara-Jane stepped up onto the patio, gripped the edge of his skirt with his
fingers and  performed a deep curtsy.  "Good morning Miss Hancock, I'm very
pleased to meet you." His eyes were dark and sultry, while his voice was
unbroken and still held a girlish tenor. His cute smile was radiant enough
to charm an old man's socks off.

Her sissy son's deportment and politeness raised a gleam of approval in Mrs
Pumphrey's eyes. She put an arm about his legs and drew him close, then
slipped her hand up the back of his skirt to pat and squeeze his cherub
bottom. Smiling up at the girlish creature she gave him a roguish look and
showed him the tip of her tongue.

"Run along and get changed, darling, I want Miss Hancock to see how
versatile you can be. And afterwards if you've been very good mummy will sit
you on her knee and do something nice for you."

For the first time the little sissy's eyes furrowed. "Mummy, must I?"

"Yes, you must," the lady insisted, ""Put on your loveliest girly things and
come straight back here, or Mr Strappy will have to make a visit."

Sara-Jane at once hurried away, but then his mother offered a slight sigh,
"I've been very supportive of Sara-Janes's sissiness ever since he was about
ten years old, and I've often helped him to dress up in sweet, little-girl
clothes. I've showed him how to wear make-up and polish his nails too, and
even taught him to walk in high heels. But now that he's approaching
thirteen it has become more and more difficult for the sweet boy to hide his
true nature. Worse, he's beginning to experience funny feelings. Sex
feelings. Feelings that makes his popsy stiff and drippy when he's in the
company of certain men or other boys. My intention is to invite a local
gentleman to come and lodge with me at Sitt Garth, but I fear problems
arising from the arrangement unless I find a suitable place for Sara-Jane.
Fairyfield Grange as been recommended to me by a number of ladies of my
acquaintance."

Miriam smiled warmly. "It's flattering to find my school so widely known and
well thought of, and of course I'll help you in any way I can."

"I shall miss him of course," continued the woman thoughtfully, "But he
can't stay with me forever, can he? Every sissy-fag must break his mummy's
heart and her apron strings at some time."

Miriam leaned back in her chair and studied her for a moment. Her clothes
were well cut and expensive, if unimaginative and worn without flair, and
there was a volume of poetry at her elbow, so she was clearly quite
cultured. Was she an out at elbows heiress or an authoress who found
inspiration in the loneliness of the moors?

"Sitt Garth! An unusual name for a house, even when one understands that
garth is the Yorkshire term for a field." she said.

"It means 'field of the River Sitt," the woman smiled wryly in return,
"Unfortunately the river disappeared when they created the reservoir at
Skeriton, but one shouldn't be too selfish or sour. There always seems to be
a shortage of water in Yorkshire when there's a good summer, so the
sacrifice serves a purpose."

For a while they chatted amiably whilst sipping Pimm's and chilled lemonade.
It was a delay longer that Miriam had anticipated and she began to feel
restless, but at last the crisp trip-trapping of high-heeled shoes on the
patio tiles announced the return of Sara-Jane, and if he was sweet looking
before, he was gorgeous now. He was a doll-like creature, lipsticked,
beribboned, perfumed and pantied and as glamorous as any chorus-girl at the
Folies Bergere as he minced slowly before them, one hand on his hip and the
other held out in a limp swish. Even from several feet away she could detect
his delicious perfume, an undeniable feminine scent.

Miriam at once saw the problem that Mrs Phumphrey was facing. Even the most
honourable man around the house would find a thirteen year-old wiggling his
pretty bottom at them a constant temptation, especially as Sara-Jane
appeared to enjoy wearing tiny skirts and spiky high-heels. Without such
paraphernalia he would still be naturally attractive, but with it he was a
world-class cock stiffener.

As the sweet little-girl creature passed in front of her she assessed him
more closely. Sara-Jane was now a slinky, slim-hpped seductress with silky,
black seamless hose on his legs and strappy shoes with four-inch pencil
heels on his feet, and he'd also adorned himself with a lacy garter belt and
a tiny camisole that only reached the top of his pubic region. His face was
heavily made-up, feminine lips as red as a fire-engine, huge eyes artfully
emphasised by black eyeliner and lavender eye-shadow, and thick heavy
lashes.

At the end of the patio he turned and made a second pass. His nearness was a
dream. She could hear the rustle of his clothes as he moved and the hiss of
his nylons skimming together.

"The transformation is quite remarkable." she remarked.

"Isn't it, isn't it!" Mrs Pumphrey gave a radiant smile, then  clapped her
hands. "Take off your panties Sara-Jane."

Her sissy son blushed openly. "Oh, mummy. The lady - she'll see -
everything."


"That's the intention," his mother insisted, "We mustn't hide anything from
Miss Hancock. Show her what a lovely sissy you really are."

The sweet princess looked uncomfortable, almost distraught at having to
remove his skimpy pants, but down over his nylon clad thighs they went
anyway, allowing Miriam to view his goodies, perfect, pink and not at all
distracting from his girlishness. A four inch cock draped prettily over a
tiny, pink wrinkled bag that was the home for a pair of fat grapes.

Quite suddenly things took an unexpected turn. The sissy paused. Thighs
pressed together as an expression of dismay clouded his matchless
complexion, then the hem of his scanty camisole became displaced as his
naughty sissy-stick suddenly reared up, swollen and erect, bouncing slightly
as he moved and swaying from side to side like a stiff-necked viper. With
its little peelips parted and leaking dribbles of tasty looking goo there
was little doubt of a certain outcome.

Sara-Janes hips writhed and a small white gloved hand flew to his mouth as
he grimaced with embarrassment. "Oh mummy, I..." The unexpected exhibition
was far from complete, for Sara-Jane's unbidden tent-pole began to shudder
of its own volition, and with a desperate whimper he wiggled his fingers
around it in a vicelike grip and started pumping his fist frantically, knees
locked together, legs bending and straightening as he milked out his joy.

"Oooggghhh  mummy - mumeeee! OoOOOOoooggghh, aaaAAAaaahhh!"
There was nothing to be done. The little creampuff's excitement was boiling
over and the movements of his hand became unstoppable. He then uttered the
sweetest scream as his sissy spermstorm erupted and laces of white juice
flew around his hand, spluttering and swirling like lariats of cream.

"Dear me!" exclaimed Mrs Pumphrey, just as if she'd just spilt tea into a
saucer, "This always seems to happen when I ask him to show himself to
strangers. I really must remember to insist the shameless child keeps her
panties on in the future."

Pretty Sara-Jane continued humping with his own hand for several seconds
before he felt able to stop, but Miss Hancock refused to be shocked. She'd
seen such things too many times for that, and it was typical that she never
yielded to an unseemly display of emotion. That would have been undignified,
and dignity was an unchanging part of her.

Mrs Pumphrey responded by lightly smacking Sara-Jane's saucy little bottom.
"Oh really, sweetheart, you're incorrigible. Go and tidy yourself up at
once, you naughty girl." She turned to Miriam showing an expression of
slight concern.
"That wasn't supposed to happen. I do hope such a little accident won't be
an impediment to him attending Fairyfield Grange. They are quite rare."

Miriam suspected they happened quite a lot, but she made no comment about
it.
"Is Sara-Jane acquainted with punishment?"

The woman nodded. "Nothing too harsh, but I find a mild spanking over the
knee works wonders with him. He becomes quite frisky and very amenable to
wicked suggestions, and Sara-Jane is very good at being a bad girl."

"I do have vacancies at Fairyfield, but the little dear seems perfectly
trained, and I feel I'd be stealing the money from your purse if I took him
on. Have you ever considered placing her directly into a good private
household? The world is full of sharks and charlatans of course so one has
to be careful, but I'm in touch with two very respectable retired
schoolmistress's who live together in Cheltenham and who are seeking a saucy
little princess just such as her. They're both rather strict disciplinarians
and rather quick with the slipper, but I rather think they'd be quite
thrilled to witness Sara-Jane's, um - little accidents. The other ladies and
gentlemen they invite to their home are all rather old, but they're all
wealthy have the most refined manners."

An excellent piece of business, thought Miriam Hancock as she drove down the
road to continue her journey. Mrs Pumphrey was enamoured by the prospect of
receiving two or three hundred pounds for the placement of her sissy son
instead of parting with fees for a term at Fairyfield. It was utterly out of
character for Miriam to undermine her own business, but there were one or
two things to bear in mind. The first was that she would undoubtedly gain a
reputation for fair-mindedness that would travel far and wide in useful
social circles, and the second and not the least was, she was sure she could
squeeze a thousand pounds out of the elderly ladies in Cheltenham for
providing a sexy sissy-bitch such as Sara-Jane. And since the whole
arrangement had been left in her hands Mrs Pumphrey would never need to know
that.

Before too long, and almost without her realising it, the majestic sweep of
the road took her over the crest of a hillside, and soon afterwards she had
a heart-lifting glimpse of the great wide plain of York and the distant rim
of high moorland beyond.

***

Her greatest chore that day was finding Alec Grimshaw's home. It was a newly
built villa well away from the urban sprawl of the city, and its Spanish
style looked somewhat incongruous tucked into the dales. But it was typical
of Alec Grimshaw to own such a place. He was a was a self-made man; a
cut-throat wheeler-dealer and a County Councillor who enjoyed displays of
outrageous opulence.

Miriam parked her car at the front of the house, then went and knocked at
the door.
No one answered, and for a moment she had the horrible notion that after
travelling so far she was about to find no one in residence. However, when
she walked around the side of the building and into the rear garden she
found Alec watering rose bushes. He wasn't pleased to see her.

"Miriam! What the hell are you doing here?"  He was a thickset man with a
fat face and broad neck, and his apparent indignation did nothing to lighten
the permanent flush of his complexion.

"Like a bad penny I always turn up, don't I Alec?" quipped Miriam. Her eyes
scanned the expanse of well maintained lawns and flower-beds that swung down
to the edge of a small lake at the bottom of the vast garden. "The hybrids
are lovely" she remarked, gazing at the bush he was tending.

"I developed 'em myself, an' I've called 'em Annabelle."

"Such touching sentiment. Annabelle is a lucky girl to have you."

"I asked yer why your here. What do you want?"

Miriam refused to be harassed by his bluster. "You avoid my phone calls and
never reply to my letters, and you never told me you'd changed your address.
I had to turn detective to find you today. How is Annabelle? And your boy -
Peter, isn't it? How is he?"

"Cut out the small-talk." The man snapped irritably, "Annabelle's collecting
Peter from school, an' I don't want you here when they get back. You could
have saved yerself the bother of findin' me. You've already had all the
money I'm willin' to give you."

"Goodness me! Every time you see me you think I want money."

"Well, you do, don't you?" He glared angrily at her.

Miriam pulled a face, mimicking the expression of a sulky child. "You of all
people know how expensive it is starting up a business, Alec. I won't see
any profits from sales until the end of the year, and in the meantime I'm
suffering from a small deficit to my budget. What would helping out mean to
you? Only two holidays abroad this year instead of three? Not being so
generous with drinks at the golf club?"

A harsh curl formed on Alec Grimshaw's mouth. "You've had all the cash
you're going to get from me, woman. I've given you plenty in the past, but
now I'm putting a stop to it. I may be a successful man, but I don't own a
gold mine, an' you're a bottomless pit where money's concerned."

Other people would have accepted that as the final word from him, for only
fools were not reluctant to test their mettle against Alec Grimshaw. He was
known to be ruthless. He was the kind of man who'd step on peoples faces to
get something he wanted, but none of that made any impression with Miriam
Hancock. She knew him better than most. Knew his secrets and his weaknesses.
She knew enough to wrap him around her finger.

Despite the man's hostile invective she maintained a bland expression. "I
read in the Yorkshire Post that you've set your sights higher than the
County Council and want to try real politics, Alec. But if you're intending
to put yourself forward as a candidate in the next parliamentary by-election
it wouldn't do you any good for people to hear about your little expeditions
to the orphanage in Harrogate."

She struck a pensive pose with a finger on her chin. "Let me see now; there
was young Elsie, the ten-year-old, and the month afterwards, the lovely
Clara. Then there was little Rebecca - goodness me, she was only nine - and
you followed her with the twins. You were particularly fond of the twins.
And gosh, yes. There were boys too ..."

"A'right, a'right," Alec Grimshaw snarled, "I knows yer kept a record o'
things, but you'd only incriminate yerself if any of it got out. Go try yer
bloody blackmail elsewhere Miriam Hancock, 'cos I won't have it."

Miriam calmly linked her arms over her chest. "I won't need to declare
anything, Alec. You'll recall I was once the wife of an MP and I know how
things work. A few juicy rumours properly put about will spoil things for
you nicely. Committees charged with the selection of parliamentary
candidates are very sensitive to the slightest whiff of scandal, and a
whisper of you being partial to stuffing you fat cock into young girls and
boys would give them apoplexy. And of course you'd not dare try to disprove
any of it in case you disturbed the truth."

The man's face flamed red. "Damn you, Hancock. You always know how to stick
the boot in, don't yer? How much do you need this time?"

"Five - erm - eight thousand I'm afraid. The deficit in my budget is quite
large actually."

Alec's face paled. "œ8,000! Fucks sake! Are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm sorry it's such a lot, but I can't manage with less. Look, I
promise not to come bothering you again. At least not for another year."

He gave her a wild stare. "A bloke could 'ave you murdered for a fraction o'
that price."

"Quite so. But in such circumstances one would find that the journals I
wrote in Harrogate would go directly to the police. And they'd discover them
to be extremely explicit. Names, dates, you know - everything."

There was a stifling silence for a few moments, and then Alec's mood
levelled out. "Okay, yer can have the fuckin' money, but you'll have to
wait. I don't keep cash like that in a bucket under the sink. It'll have to
be a bankers draft." His eyes then narrowed and he settled his gaze on the
extortionist. "You's got a good body on yer Miriam. œ8,000 must be worth
something."

Miriam squirmed. "Oh Alec, if you're thinking about sex you must forgive me.
You know how I feel about men. I couldn't possibly have sex with you."

"Bloody Mary!" the man spat out. "A hand-job then. Just give'us a wank."

Miriam glanced about. "Even that would appear a bit unseemly out here in the
garden? Hadn't we better go into the house?"

"Hell no! Annabelle an' Peter could get home anytime now. You can give me
the business in the garden shed."

He led her to a small wooden hut a short distance away and installed her
inside between a rack of garden tools and a bicycle. Miriam grinned as she
seated herself in a small canvas director's chair. "I say, doesn't this take
you back a few years Alec? I'm sure you had a few dizzy experiences in the
potting shed with other boys and girls when you were a child, just as I
did."

Alec didn't join in with her reminiscing, he was too occupied unfastening
his trousers. He was already half erect from the mere promise of attention
from a woman's hand.
Pushing his clothes down over his thighs he revealed himself as supremely
well endowed. He had massive, hairy balls, and his cock was big, with a
thick vein running the length of it right up to where the deep rim of its
satiny mushroom head blossomed out. The whole thing curved upwards in a arc,
and it was probably the biggest cock most women could imagine, with a juicy
wet tip already extending from an uncut foreskin.

Miriam smiled and cooed at the sight of it. Her own appetite for such things
was non-existent, but Alec liked it to be admired for its size and virility.
None of that was a surprise to Miriam who had obliged the man with her hand
occasionally in the past, and while she had no interest in men as sexual
partners, aesthetically she could appreciate Alec's prick as a beauty. At
full erection the shaft was as thick as her wrist, and the head was even
thicker, and that caused the foreskin to stretch like a sausage skin.

She worked her fingers into his groin and began playing with his balls,
tugging and squeezing his huge nuts as they hung in the big sac of skin
beneath his now fully erect cock. She weighed them in her hand, squeezing
them gently. Seated as she was they were only inches away from her face, but
both she and Alec knew she would never use her mouth.

"You always did have a nice pair of balls Alec. All the children in
Harrogate agreed about that. They feel full now, so I don't expect you've
jerked off today yet, have you?"
She spoke so matter-of-factly as she gripped his penis and the man could
only make a idiot noise of denial as she continued hefting his heavy balls.
His eyes were closed and he responded with a noisy hiss as her hand pounded.
Miriam's touch had clearly placed him into a state of bliss.

"No, I don't think you have." She stroked his cock, sliding the sheath of
foreskin back and forth along the rigid flesh. "Otherwise this wouldn't be
so big and hard. That's good, because although I don't enjoy men using me I
like to see a good show at the end of a hand-job. A girl always enjoys being
appreciated."

Before taking a full-time interest in girls she had done a considerable
amount of hand-jobbing for youths and men, so she wasn't at all out of her
depth. She was in fact rather adept at pulling the heavy foreskin over the
bloated, fat tip, and pushing it back along the length of the shaft. "Faster
Alec? Do you want me to do it faster yet?"

Alec's breathing had become ragged and he sucked noisily at his teeth, but
he stopped that abruptly and his jaw dropped as the shed door opened.

His son Peter stood in the doorway; dark eyes, his young face flawless, his
twelve-year-old, features still a little soft - everything rounded, smooth
and sensual.

Bug-eyed, unable to disguise what was happening, Alec could only bellow.
"Peter! What the 'ell do you want?"

The boy swallowed back his own astonishment at what he'd interrupted. "Mum
and I have just got back. Mum was wondering where you were." He didn't move.
Framed in the doorway he looked awkward, as if waiting for something, unsure
what to do, astounded, fascinated  by the sight of a woman doing  'things'
with his daddy. But he didn't turn and run.



Of the three of them, Miriam recovered first, and typically, even with her
hand still wrapped around the man's fat penis, she was determined not to
suffer the disadvantage of seeming embarrassed. "Hello Peter. Do you
remember me?"

The boy nodded. "Yes, you're Miss Hancock. You used to visit us when we
lived in the other house."

"Yes, I did. Your daddy and I are being a little bit naughty to day, but
it's nothing to worry about. It's just a bit of fun. You'd better close the
door and come inside."

"Inside!" fumed Alec. "You can't be serious about having the lad join us."

She gave him a fierce look. "Better that than  for him to run to the house
to tell his mummy what he's seen, don't you think?"

Oblivious to his father's intimidating stare Peter moved gingerly forward,
and then Miriam saw the reason for his courage. The driving force was a
thrust in the front of his slacks. The sight of her blatant cock caressing
had caused the sweet boy to develop an erection of his own.

Confident in such a situation and knowing she was in complete command she
put her hand between his legs and massaged his schoolboy thighs. "I haven't
seen you for a while Peter, and you appear to have grown up a little bit
since we last met."
She could sense Alec Grimshaw watching his young son's face, looking for the
reaction as she wrapped her hand around the bulge in his son's trousers and
gave it a squeeze. She unzipped his fly, reached in and took hold of his
stiffening cock - it was sticking straight up as she drew it out, and it was
a good size - six inches long, and thick.

The young boy gulped. "Miss Hancock, I don't think ..."

"Don't fret darling, I think you're quite old enough now. You've grown
rather a lot in fact. You're quite a daddies boy now."

Carefully she hefted out his low-slung balls, then wrapped her hand around
his cock, moving her fingers up and down the shaft and rolling the foreskin
back to reveal the swollen head. Her fingers squeezed his penis deftly,
stroked it slowly, played with it to make the boy hotter and hornier and
didn't stop until she felt the organ become stiffer and glimmer of red poked
beyond the foreskin. She then pulled the skin down over his glands to reveal
his swollen knob. "How does that feel?" she asked quietly. "I expect it
feels rather nice, eh? Do you have a little girlfriend who does this for
you?"

Peter shook his head desperately.

"A boyfriend, then. I know boys love to do this kind of thing for each
other."

Alec groaned, but was unwilling to move away from the grip of the woman's
other hand. "Miriam, that's my son you're tossin' off. Will you stop ..."

"Don't be so selfish Alec. Peter has entered into puberty and will adore
this kind of treat."

The boy's hips squirmed involuntarily and his blood engorged shaft rose up
as her soft fingers gently pumped it. Miriam saw him grit his teeth and
grimace like he was in pain, and for a second she believed he was going to
cum at once. "Don't squirt anything just yet," she advised, "It'll feel a
whole lot better and more intense if you can hold things back for a moment."

She began to stroke Alec's mammoth erection again, slowly and surely with
her other hand, and the man was trembling with arousal and pent up need.
Father and son together, one in each hand. Miriam immediately seized upon
the situation to apply a little sadistic humiliation. It must have
embarrassed a man like Alec Grimshaw to have a woman manipulate himself and
his son like that - but incredibly he couldn't break away. Watching Peter
being fondled was as much a turn-on for him as being handled himself.

The boy's penis began to pulse in her hand and there was a look of agony on
his face as he desperately tried to control the urge to ejaculate, but it
was no good. The expert manipulations of the woman's hand motions was taking
him into a new kind of navanna, and he groaned.

Being none too fond of the sticky mess that male excitement produced Miriam
pondered on how to settle the inevitable outcome, and became inspired. She
pulled Peter's foreskin down once more, this time tightening her grip around
the shaft as she stretched the skin down to the base of his young penis. All
the time she had been cleverly easing him closer and closer to his father
with each pull of her hand, and when the youngster's cock began to throb to
a finish she directed his creamy preadolescent, squirting  load straight
onto his daddies big balls.
As splashes of hot boy-cum bathed his testicles Alec too began to shudder,
but before he could expel any juice himself  Miriam tucked his enormous
drivelling cock up beneath Peter's shirt, knowing that intimate contact with
a smooth, warm belly would finish the job rather well.

It was a diabolic thing to do, for once his rearing erection had become
established against Peter's stomach Alec became loath to remove it. Obsessed
with his own pleasure the man lost track of all sense of right and wrong.
His eyes rolled and he moaned helplessly as he hugged his son tight and
began to shoot his load. Peter squealed, and who could blame him! His
daddy's enormous cock and balls were sliding up and down against his
stomach, and great gouts of thick, manly milkshake were leaping onto his
bare skin.

With a contented smile Miriam calmly pressed them into a closer embrace when
she noticed the shunting movements of Alec's body. He was passionately
working out every drop of seminal fluid from his loins, and doing it by
slithering his prick up and down in the generous smear of spendings already
lathered upon Peter's body.

Knowing she had become superfluous at that point she exited from the shed.
The father and son would have some cleaning up to do now, but that kind of
business was not her concern. Instead she strolled towards the house. It
would be unthinkable to leave without at least saying hello to her old
friend Annabelle.

She walked into the kitchen. It was decorated in blues and creams and had
the very latest and most expensive appliances. Annabelle was standing at a
work top making sandwiches, and Mariam was impressed at how great she
looked, just a short skirt and sleeveless blouse, simple sandals and a gold
necklace. What really caught her attention was her tan. Annabelle had always
taken a tan well, and her complexion she likened to what she'd felt on a
visit to the Jeu de Paume at the Louvre when she'd first noticed the way
Monat used oil paints.

"Miriam! What a surprise."

Miriam smiled warmly at the enthusiasm in her voice. Annabelle had always
loved her to visit in the past, and she hadn't forgotten. They hugged. "Gosh
Annabelle, you look great, lovely."

The other woman's eyes sparkled and she laughed - "and no tan lines " - in a
naughty manner. "What a super surprise to see you again. It's been ages -
over a year, easily. You look lovely too, Miriam, and they tell me that
you're managing a school now."

"It's my own school, a private venture."

"I should have known. Everyone said you did such a wonderful job in
Harrogate, so you were bound to work with kids again. I hope you're making
good use of Alec. Apart from his work on the Education Committee he as all
kinds of contacts in business and trade, it would be lunacy not to take
advantage of him. Now me, I'm a bit lightweight. Some pottering about and
plenty of sunbathing is as much as I can manage."

Miriam closed the door and took a longer look at the other woman. At 5'6''
she was the same height as herself, and she was slender, with a lovely bum
and beautiful flaring hips. "Alec has been very forthcoming." she said.

The other woman smiled. "Yes of course. You know all there is to know about
handling Alec."

Miriam watched from behind as Annabelle turned towards the kettle. 'A bottom
to kill for,' she thought.
"Don't bother with tea. I've something better in mind." she said. She
touched the woman's back, traced up over her shoulder-blade and then down
her upper arm, making her body flex, and as Miriam leaned forward and kissed
the handsome curve of her cheek her fingers pressed coaxingly against her
spine.

Annabelle squirmed, then turned and flattened her back against the kitchen
wall, a faint smile teasing the corners of her mouth. "Still the same
seducer I knew a year ago, aren't you Miriam. Nothing ever changes with
you."

Miriam smiled wryly. "I'm not stuck in the past darling. I've several new
ideas I'd like to try, and they make me think of you."

The woman flushed and her hand shakily touched the corner of her eye. Then
her mouth was on Miriam's neck, breathing soft, then hard, making her push
against her. "Alec and Peter are in the garden, we can't possibly do
anything now."

"They've some tidying-up to do. They'll both be a while yet, so we've got
time for something."

Coolly the schoolmistress kissed her lightly on the neck and cheek and
pulled her close so that their breasts met and nudged together. The front of
the other woman's blouse was soft and yielding. No bra, just plump breasts
beneath, breasts that made no move to avoid the caress of her hands as they
covered their juddering contours and pulled and squeezed. Despite being a
wife and mother, in the right hands - hands like her own - Annabelle was a
perfect piece of lesbian fluff when a chance came her way.

She slipped the strap of Annabelle's dress from her shoulders and kissed the
pale line left on the tanned skin as her hands stroked up and down her
sides. Gently she tugged down the top of the dress and kissed her again,
this time full on the mouth, and Annabelle responded eagerly, almost
hungrily, accepting her tongue without demur.

Then Miriam drew back. She had  no reason to restrain herself, but taking
her time was her way of doing things. Her lips drifted down Annabelle's
neck, to her breasts, where they began to feast on hot flesh and a pair of
upright nipples. She used her hands to reach under the hemline of the
woman's skirt, and Annabelle's body twisted against the wall as she felt
fingers slipping into the leg of her briefs to search out the lush, wet lips
of her vagina. She was a woman who liked to be taken forcibly and used and
abused until her head spun.
As Miriam put her hand between her thighs she sighed  and moved onto it,
aching for her.
Her breathing tensed, fluttering in and out as two fingers entered her,
moving strong and slow while the tip of a thumb nubbed playfully against her
clitoris.

Miriam purred her approval. "You juice-up quickly. You don't change either.
You must come and see me in my hotel room tonight, darling." She glanced
around the kitchen. "You probably have one of those modern melamine rolling
pins somewhere. Bring it with you and I'll show you how to make cream pie."

"Bitch! You know you're good at what you do, and I can't resist you."
Annabelle gasped as her thighs pressed against the intruding fingers and her
hips began to gyrate, increasing the tempo with each intimate thrust.

"Talk dirty to me Annabelle. You always enjoy being finger-fucked more when
you talk dirty."

"Miriam, this isn't the time."

"There's never a right time. These times are the best times. Tell me the
kind of story you used to tell last year. You're so good with your
imagination, and after all it's only make-believe."

"I can't. You make me say such disgusting things."

"You can. I know you can. Tell me the story about Peter."

Annabelle's breathing became gasps. "Miriam please. You mustn't make me."

"Do it darling. Do it for me." urged Miriam, pushing her fingers ever deeper
into the other woman's squishy slit.

Annabelle's eyes rolled as great waves of sexual excitement engulfed her.
"Oh god! Okay, I - I - I'll bring Peter to your bed ... I'll - I'll take his
pants off and sit him on the tip of the cock you're wearing."

Miriam could feel the walls of the woman's pussy expanding and contracting
on her plunging fingers as she spoke.  "You will? You'll slot his little
bum-hole right onto my dildo, and push him down all the way?"

"Yes, you cow. I'll pump his little bottom up and down on your cock - press
his young, thin body down on your big shaft? I'll help you fuck my son. Is
that a dirty enough story for you?"
She quivered. "Goodness! It's not true, it's only invention and I'd never
really do it. You've never touched Peter, have you Miriam? I mean, he's my
little boy, so you'd never ..."

"I'd never be cruel to him. Last year I bribed him to let me watch whilst he
played with himself, but that was all. Of course he was too young to show a
proper result then, but I can tell you he's starting to grow up now."
You should try helping out Annabelle. Peter loves it, and I'm sure he'd like
you to stop off somewhere on the way home from school one day and give him
the benefit of mummy's hand."

***

Miriam had fallen into the habit of leaving the school in the capable hands
of Emma Twist when she wasn't there herself. It was a provision that
infuriated her daughter who resented being thought of as still too young and
immature for responsibility, and in response Jennifer made a crafty
distinction between the 'school' and the 'house' when talking with Gloria.
Miss Twist was indeed in charge of the children, she told her - who'd wish
for that onerous task anyway! But in matters of a domestic nature she
herself must always be informed of events first.

When that evening she wandered down into her mother's sitting room and was
greeted by a flickering red light on the telephone console she almost sighed
with delight. The flashing light indicated something was occurring at the
front entrance that Gloria couldn't effectively deal with, and it gave her a
chance to prove her worth.

"Visitor's Jennifer," the slightly flustered housekeeper explained the
moment she arrived. "Their car's broken down along the road. They came
tapping on the door, so I put 'em in the headmistress's study. They seem
nice people, but I knows how yer mum feels about strangers being here, an' I
don't know what else to do wi' 'em. Should I chuck 'em out?"
Finding herself truly in charge brought a swell of satisfaction to the
teenager's bosom. She threw back her shoulders and smiled. "Let me have a
look at them first."

The two women in the room both rose to their feet when she entered. One was
young, no more than fourteen and a bright cheery thing with an English rose
completion, the other twice her age with soft cheeks and a demur reserved
expression. Both were slimly built and dressed neatly and in a way that
betrayed their middle-class origin. Not the kind of people her mother would
have immediately thrown out on the road.

"I'm Jennifer Hancock," she said amiably, "I'm afraid my mother isn't at
home at the moment, so you'll have to put up with me." She thrust out a hand
and the strangers each shook it in turn.

Before the older woman could open her mouth the young girl got in quickly
with a breathless gush. "It's awfully good of you to take us in like this.
Gosh, we scratched at the door like a pair of stray cats and felt certain
we'd end up with a bucket of water on us. But your houselady's been very
kind. She's already given us tea."

Without waiting for a response she crashed on with introductions. "I'm Pat
Fergus-Brown, and the lady with me is Mitzie. Mitzie's my mum's companion
and she was taking me back to school in Boltonbridge. I'm afraid something
frightful happened with the car though. The engine simply stopped working."

"I's phoned the Automobile Services, Jennifer," put in Gloria, "but they say
it'll be hours before they can get anyone here."

"Such a remote place. Desolate!" The girl called Pat remarked with just a
hint of a sour face.

"Yes, we are rather distant from what you'd term civilisation I'm afraid,"
Jennifer replied, "and I doubt you'll have any help from a mechanic before
morning." She glanced at her wristwatch. "It's getting late and it'll be
dark soon. It's probably best if you stay the night, that'll be easier than
ferrying you into Peasmarsh ."

Mitzie at last stepped forward. "Could you put us up? We'd be awfully
grateful. Even if the car were fixed tonight I'd dread driving over the
fells in the dark, and Patrica doesn't really need to be back in school
before tomorrow."

"We're pretty full, you've come upon a residential school you see. But my
mother maintains a small guest room, so if you don't mind the hardship of
sharing you can camp out there until morning."

"Cats can't be choosy when they go adrift. We'd be glad of anything you
have." Pat said.

Feeling competent and rather pleased in her role as mistress of Fairyfield,
Jennifer turned to Gloria. "Rouse Hardwick and get him to find the car and
tow it into the drive, then make up the bed in the spare room next to mine.
It's no Shangri-La and it's not too spacious, but it'll serve the purpose
for one night."

She remained with her guests whilst her instructions were put into motion,
and quickly discovered that although Mitzie led with polite chatter she was
constantly interrupted by the girl, and it was her lively banter that
consumed much of the time. Patrica - Pat, explained that her family were the
Fergus-Brown's of biscuit fame, and although their factory in Newcastle was
now owned by the Nabisco Group, the brand name had been retained and her
mother had done rather well from the deal.

"Well enough to put me through Oxford one day," she said, "I intend to be an
archaeologist, you see." She smirked rather gleefully, then added, "Or a
stripper. I suppose I'll need to make up my mind at some stage."

After Gloria had provided a plate of sandwiches and more tea, Hardwick
arrived bearing some of the visitors luggage, and then she felt comfortable
about showing them to their room.

***

Lucy stood outside Miss Twists's room bouncing back and forth on the balls
of his feet. He had to do something, anything to blot out thoughts of what
he knew would happen soon.
Eventually he heard footsteps and his body tensed.

It came as a mild surprise to Miss Twist when she found Lucy was standing
there, freshly scrubbed face, crisply starched blouse, little pleated skirt
and white socks neatly turned down, and looking every bit the sweet
schoolgirl. She stood, hands on hips, not letting the surprise show, a tall,
imposing figure smiling slightly, her lips a prim red line that turned up at
the corners. "And why are you here, Lucinda?"

He bowed his head and gripping his skirt dipped a slow curtsy. He hated the
way all the ladies used his given name in full. Lucinda was so extra girly.
"To be punished, miss." he replied.

She glared. "And why are you to be punished?"

"I'm not sure. You told me to report." he replied, looking suitably ashamed.

It was all a bit unsatisfactory because she couldn't remember what his sin
was herself. She couldn't even remember telling him to be there. Then again,
she did tend to invent reasons for punishment during the day if a sissy
struck her as particularly cute. Lucy was looking rather sweet and special
at that moment, and cute ones were always the first to tread the path to her
hurdle. With her such things as valid reasons never got in the way of
correction.

She reached beyond him and opened the door to her apartment. "At least
you've attended at the correct time."

"Yes miss." Lucy stepped carefully into the room, almost as if he believed
that by being very quite he'd escape the purpose for being there, but Miss
Twist reminded him all too quickly that such a thing wouldn't happen. Emma
followed behind and closed the door, then gripping his right wrist she
dragged him without ceremony towards her hallowed Mexican hurdle.  Lucy
draped over the trestle like a rag-doll, limp and pliable.

She took the hem of the little skirt and folded it up Lucy's back to reveal
simple cotton panties and bare thighs. The pants didn't stay in place long.
Within seconds the teacher had peeled them down at the back to expose his
bottom while at the front the cotton fabric pulled against his penis, making
it swell and throb a little. He felt her hand squeeze his bared posterior,
and it made him gasp and wriggle. It was humiliating to dangle like that
while preparing to be spanked on the bare bottom like a little kid.

Without warning the telephone by the side of the mauve sofa began to signal
an incoming call, and with a tut of irritation Miss Twist went to answer it.

As she raised the receiver a smile lit her face. "Miriam - I didn't expect
you to call this evening." She took a seat on the sofa, glanced across at
Lucy, and beckoned him. "Lucinda, I want you here please." she said in a
clipped tone over the top of the telephone whilst indicating her lap where
she'd pulled her short skirt high on her thighs to display her stocking tops
and creamy thighs.

It was awkward for him to move, his knickers had slipped down and he had to
hobble forward with them wrapped around his knees, while his cock was
semi-hard and bounced around in front of him as he tottered forward. He
managed the short journey as best he could and then stood waiting, very
conscious that his pecker was rising up.

Miss Twist smiled up at him, and whilst making attentive noises into the
telephone  took him by the wrist and drew him face down across her lap,
taking time to get him into her favoured position with his feet off the
floor and his head low down the other side, then holding him firmly about
the waist and pulling him forward until his pelvis rested atop her right leg
to ensure his blossoming erection was pressing upon her nyloned thighs. The
sissy was immobilised and his bottom raised and ready, perfectly secure and
under her control. Comfortable too, his only initial discomfort coming from
his loss of dignity.

There was no cushion, nowhere to rest his head, but Lucy didn't complain.
Obediently he offered himself in a full state of submissiveness, folding up
the back of his skirt and dipping his tummy to make his pristine twin mounds
jiggle and pout a little. That was the kind of co-operation a teacher
expected, and the kind  Miss Twist liked when a girly was suspended across
her knee.

"You found that old bandit Grimshaw - " Emma said into the phone, " - I knew
you would. It takes more than  him moving house to throw you off track." She
adjusted Lucy on her lap and felt him tremble inside as she latched an arm
about his waist, then without offering any pretext she tucked the phone
under her chin and ran her other hand up and down his bare legs, feeling and
caressing them softly, smoothing an hand over a bare girly rump and patting
it, making him feel the 'can't escape' excitement sissy's always felt when
pressed firmly over a lady's lap. With a little additional thigh wiggling
she soon had his penis clasped between her legs and he was in place to
receive spanks on the eminently spankable up-curve of his bottom and the top
of his thighs.

Emma continued with her conversation. "You've date with a girl tonight ?
Well, make the most of it, darling. You're deserving of some recreation."

Apprehensively Lucy waited for the first slap to come, and he didn't have to
wait long. Her hand gripped his bottom squeezed it, then relented. His bum
was bare, exposed, vulnerable.
Then the hand returned, this time moving at higher velocity, and he felt the
first stinging slaps.

SMACK, SMACK! The school teacher began lightly, just sever enough to make
him wiggle a little, but the result was exactly as she knew it would be. An
immediate pink smarting rose up in seconds. In a slow, even rhythm she
struck the backs of his knees, smacking up and down his bare legs and making
his feet jerk as if they'd been touched by electricity, then up the inside
of his sensitive thighs and onto the crease where his legs met with his
buttocks. 'Ouch!' And then  her hand cracked onto each bottom cheek
alternately. A smack, a brief rubbing better, then another smack, not hard,
but constant.

SWASH, WHAPP, WHAPPP! The sissy schoolgirl gasped, his eyes squeezing shut
for a moment in response to the sting.

"Everything's fine Miriam." continued Emma, "You allow yourself so little
time off, try and relax whilst you're away." She chuckled into the receiver.
"What's that? Am I spanking someone whilst we're talking? Well, yes
actually. I'm having a word or two with Lucinda. Her bottom is quite red,
but it as to be done. The shameless little madam was playing with herself
under the table while in class today."

A look of acute indignation formed on Lucy's face. "That's not true, miss. I
wasn't - "

SMACK, SMACK!  "Aaah!" A strangled cry as the spanking took on renewed
urgency. He could feel the heat building up in his bum and he began to kick
and squirm. The schoolteacher's smacks had settled into a rhythm, delivering
a smack every few seconds, and although  Lucy tried to remain still he had
to wriggle anyway because Miss Twist was spreading the blows around so much,
and if anything was putting a bit more force behind each one. That tended to
make his bottom burn quite fiercely and make him more vocal, and his legs
began to scissor up and down. The most horrible thing was that every time he
moved his penis slued up and down between the lady tutor's nyloned thighs.

SMACK! "Ouch - miss, please." SMACK! "Ow - I'm sorrrryyy. I'll never do it
again" (Whatever he was supposed to have done). With some alarm he felt the
woman's fingers pause to stroke up and down the crack of his bottom, and as
his anus contracted he was horrified to feel his cock swelling in sympathy
against her smooth, bare thighs.
Miss Twist passed her hand across his rump, and then began smacking again.

SMACK! The spanks stop for a moment and Lucy breathes heavily; his bottom
glowing already from hips to thighs.

"No, no upsets with Jennifer. I've hardly seen her today." Emma continued
calmly.

SMACK, squeeze, SMACK, squeeze! She spanked some more, her hand walloping
the helpless bare cheeks and raising their rosy glow to an even more vibrant
colour. The tempo increases and Lucy's buttocks gyrate superbly as the
smacks become slightly keener. He had to concentrate hard on keeping his bum
clenched. He'd been a sissy for a year and been over countless laps, but  he
still felt embarrassment if a lady looked at his bottom-hole.
Lucy's eyes began to fill with tears. His knees jerked and his legs
trembling with every harsh swipe of her hand. His bottom was on fire, while
his cock, which had lengthened and was as stiff as wood, was now compelled
to saw in and out between the tops of her legs.

Emma listened to Miriam's sweetly persistent voice again reminding her of
routine school matters. "You must relax dear, everything's in hand." she
heard herself saying as she again brushed her fingertips lightly up and down
Lucy's bum-crack. "You get so little time to yourself, so enjoy it. I'll see
you tomorrow."

Miss Twist returned the phone to its cradle and suddenly a hand was resting
on Lucy's bottom again, the strong fingers squeezing and kneading up and
down his sore, nude cheeks. Her palm felt cool, pleasant, so he hoped all
the spanking was over.
"Had enough, Lucinda?"

"Y-yes miss."

She let him up and he immediately slumped down onto the carpet at her feet
with his hands massaging his burning bottom cheeks. Subdued and sobbing, he
was feeling very small and sensed genuine tears not far away. The sweet
thing was hurting.
Well,  thought Emma, she had to make it hurt, otherwise there was no point
in doing it.

Emma hadn't had enough. The little episode had stirred things inside her to
a high pitch. Her clitoris begged for attention and she squirmed a little on
her seat, trying to adjust. Trying to reduce the heat simmering within, but
instead of reducing her arousal the slight movement served to crank up her
excitement.
"Just one more thing young lady. When you're eventually placed with a
household your mistress will demand certain additional services of her
housemaid, and this would seem an ideal opportunity to practise such
things."

She hoisted her skirt and opened her legs leaving nothing between her own
oozing heat and Lucy's eyes except a thin layer of cotton. The sissy noticed
at once the clench of muscle between her legs and the sodden wet patch in
the gusset of her knickers, and felt a telltale heat creeping into his
cheeks. Such a situation was one he knew how to respond to. In the past his
sisters' and his sisters' friends had frequently held him down and sat
astride his mouth, so it was one he was trained for. Ever so gingerly he
pushed forward with just enough tongue to test the dampness.

Emma brought her hands up to her breasts to find the nipples that were erect
and aching, and straining to push through her blouse. Holding her excitement
in she watched Lucy's young head bobbing up and down between her thighs and
detected his surrender. Lovely! She could feel his mouth working on her,
feeding, churning as it reverently  drew her sex juices through the
micro-mesh of her pants.

"That's it," she urged, her voice husky and demanding, "Everyone knows what
a sweet little cocksucker you are, but you need to practise how to please
ladies by sucking their knickers. Grasping his ears she hauled his mouth
firmly against her crotch.
"Do it like a good girl. Open your mouth and suck."

Suddenly, as if in a sudden urgent rush, the woman's hands dropped down to
drag the gusset of her underwear to one side. The lips of her sex were
engorged with blood and rather dark on the outside, becoming deep pink
inside. She was moist there. Juicy.  Leaning back she put her hands each
side of her pussy to spread it open, pulling upwards to peel back the tiny
hood on her swollen pink button.

Lucy's head went forward and bobbed wildly in response. The taste of Miss
Twist was as he'd expected - sweet and musky, and his mouth had been between
enough girls legs to know the geography of a female. It wasn't all that
different to what he'd known before; the vaginal opening, inner lips, and
that swollen little thing little girl's didn't seem to know about which big
girl's called a clitty-something.

Emma looked down at herself, at her engorged pussy-lips, then looked back at
the open-mouthed little pantywaist. She shivered intimately as he pulled his
face between her thighs. Lucy's tongue swirled around her clitoris then
using his fingers to part the folds of her pussy he then moved his tongue in
slow strokes all around before pushing it into the juicy hole. Her voice
shook, "Again. Do it again."

"Yes miss. Please miss, may I play with myself whilst I tongue you?"

"Uhhh ... Ohhhh! Yes, yes. Just get on with it." Emma groaned and clench her
vagina around the slick, slender probe, her thighs almost steaming with
pleasurable heat. When Lucy felt the corrugation of inner muscles tugging at
his tongue he tried to back away, but she gently held him in place as she
rocked her hips against his face.

Then she began breathing raggedly and her face flushed. He was suddenly
sucking her clitoris, working the little tonsil back and forth between his
moist lips.
"No, oh no!" She couldn't help it. Her hips were pumping, guiding the
sissy's tongue and mouth. Her lips formed an 'O' as his nose scrapped her
pubis and the mouth sucked again and again.

Her climax came almost silently, a thin scream that she attempted to mute as
her vaginal muscles tensed and relaxed in rapid convulsions.  She exploded,
her thighs shunting suddenly forward with such force they nearly knocked him
over. But she held him securely, kept him in place while her pelvis humped
vigorously against his mouth.

***

Just before going to bed Jennifer acted the thoughtful host and was about to
tap on the door of the room given to her two overnight guests and ensure
nothing else was needed, but then a noise from beyond the door made her
pause and hold back. A squeak like that of an animal in torment trembled in
the air, then another equally as puzzling. What on earth could be happening?

Slightly alarmed she eased the door back on its hinges without knocking, and
on top of the only bed in the room she found her female guests sprawled in a
manner that she was quite familiar with. Both were naked, the older one
laying on her back with her knees bent up and splayed to the sides, while
the young girl was stretched out between her legs, lifting her hips and
slamming back down with vigorous bawdy motions. It only required a
perfunctory glance to observe the straps of the harness fastened about
Patricia's ceaselessly moving nether regions to confirm that the teenager
was ardently dildoing her older companion. Mitzie was throwing her head from
side to side on the pillow and softly howling in undisguised rapture.

Pat glanced up the moment Jennifer made her entrance. "Cripes! We thought
you were already in bed."

"Obviously." replied Jennifer with a cynical smile.

The girl stopped bucking, pushed herself up and exhibited her small puppy
breasts, but found it impossible to hide the glistening length of rubber
cock she'd extracted from between Mitzie's legs. Her companion seemed dazed
and still in the throes of sexual bliss, so it was left to her to try and
explain.

"Look, we didn't intend to upset you or anything," She attempted to cover
the thrusting rubber penis with her hands, but it was big and slippery and
avoided her control. "We thought to lock the door, but there isn't a key."
Jennifer thought the sight of a pretty fourteen-year-old, hung like a horse
and servicing a woman more than twice her age was about as erotic as things
could be, but she wasn't immediately ready to show her inner feelings.
Instead she shrugged.

"I'm fairly broadminded. I don't object to people doing anything with each
other as long as they both consent, and Mitzie looks quite happy."

A sly smiled developed around the girl's mouth. "She humps like a brood mare
- she's a real goer, it's no wonder mummy likes having her around."

Jennifer was wearing the sheerest of night-gowns, and the girl detected the
outline of two taut nipples almost poking through.

"I say, you're not horrified or anything, so I bet you've done lezzy stuff
before yourself. Do you fancy trying Mitzie?"

Intrigued, excited, Jennifer failed to suppress a tiny pant. "Um, er,
wouldn't Mitzie object?"

"Christ no. She's anybody's tonight. She's as hot as toast and absolutely up
for it."

Standing up the schoolgirl finally lost all coyness about displaying the
generous proportions of the attachment swinging from her crotch. "Here, you
can even borrow my prick-thing if you want."

At last the woman on the bed stirred. "Now just wait a minute - Patricia - I
..."

"Oh shush, Mitzie. For heavens sake don't try pretending you're a modest
lady when I know you're a randy cow."

"Really! This is - is intolerable." The woman pushed herself up on the bed,
small breasts juddering enticingly on her chest. Her words were meant as a
protest, but they were weak and unconvincing, and just by looking at her
Jennifer gauged she would be as compliant as Pat predicted.

The moment she removed her night-gown Pat sprang forward, eager to detach
the dildo from herself and help fasten it to Jennifer's own loins. Jennifer
smiled sweetly at Mitzie while she adjusted the fit.

"Up off the bed if you please, Mitzie dear. I want to shaft you up against
the wall like a back-alley tart."

The older woman's head drooped and her body trembled slightly, but she
offered no forceful refusal, and on being approached she became completely
submissive, climbing from the bed and standing with her back pushed against
the wall.

"Open your legs." Jennifer commanded quietly.

The woman was slightly taller than herself, but that was an advantage since
it meant her thighs would be higher and more accessible, and with her legs
spread Jennifer was able to send the tip of her appendage to root about
between them.

"Come on Mitzie, its all for you. Help our rubber friend here find what its
looking for."
Mitzie obligingly rolled her thighs upwards at a slight angle, then took
hold of the rubber cock and pressed the end of it exactly in the right
place, groaning as Jennifer began a slow, no nonsense rocking motion,
humping the monstrous rubber thing against the entrance to her sex,
squirming and undulating until it entered.

"Oooow, n-nooo, a-aaay, aaah!" Mitzie gurgled helplessly as her pussylips
suddenly splayed
open and dilated around the slippery, solid object.

Jennifer heaved with her hips, and Mitzie groaned again as the broad length
slithered up into her body to begin a ardent rutting; fucking her against
the wall as if she were a whore in a dingy back alley. Perversely, the girl
called Pat watched everything closely, standing at their sides and stroking
each of them simultaneously, eyes shining and mouth grinning broadly with
each movement and moan.

"Give her the lot Jennifer. Stuff it up her. She goes like a train, she
loves it."

Jennifer began to pant as she pumped frantically with her tool. "Is that
right Mitzie. Do you like getting it from a girl with a cock?"

The woman clenched her teeth. Half way up the wall, twisting and bucking
against the young girl ploughing into her in the style of a man, she offered
a wild, desperate look.
"Ugh, mmm, yes. Yes I love it, don't stop yet. Don't stop ever."

Arching her hips up and down between Mitzie's thighs Jennifer had initiated
a thrusting-sliding rhythm that pushed in the whole of her length with each
forceful heave, stretching the visitor's vaginal tract wide and filling it
with inordinate doses of cock-shaped rubber. She made no effort to be kind
or caring, she was quite brutal, but the woman just made mewing noises and
appeared resigned to being used in that way. Mitzie was only conscious of
her desperate need to cum, and strangely she was barely aware of her own
squeals when she did.

The woman slumped against the wall and was near to collapse as Jennifer
extracted her cock from her gushing hole.. But her plight was entirely
ignored by young Pat who immediately seemed set on pursuing her own pleasure
further.

Pert nipples brushed together as the schoolgirl's arms encircled Jennifer's
neck and her eager, youthful breath fell upon the older girl's face, warm,
perfumed and irresistible. Pat's lips hovered, then she pushed forward her
sensuous soft mouth to provide a slushy hot kiss that Jennifer didn't
resist.

"Mmm, I say, you really gave it to her, didn't you? You really fucked Mitzie
good." Pat enthused as she dragged her mouth away. Then her breathless
little kisses snuggled closer to Jennifer's ear. "Do you want to dick a bit
of young cunt now? I know where there's one dying for a good seeing-to."

No verbal consent followed, but passion was high and desire strong, and they
drifted down onto the top of the bed in an euphoric cloud. Jennifer settled
on top and they slid together, rolling back and forth, kissing deeply,
nipples stiff and pointy, bellies touching. In a moment she had installed
herself between the legs of Patricia Fergus-Brown and was pushing the girl's
thighs further apart in order to view the pink, moist aspects of her
youthful vagina. Spreading the lips open with her thumbs she couldn't resist
a smile as a lush orifice was revealed, and she carefully inserted two
fingers to savour the wet, spongy grip of internal flesh.

Suitably inspired by the girl's groans she withdrew the fingers and lifted
up to push in her cock, her young thighs proving forceful as its oily length
skewered snugly into the girl's yielding body.

"Oooow!" Pat gurgled and squirmed like a snake as the bulbous tip of the
phallus pressed hard against her outer pussy lips, then she shuddered and
jerked as the first few inches of the long shape wormed a path into her.
Expertly, Jennifer held her tight and swung up her pelvis to pump in the
remaining length, then arching her back she eased the shaft out a little,
just long enough to note that its contours were coated with copious amounts
of the schoolgirl's love fluid. At once she pushed it back in, repeating the
process until she'd established a regular fuck rhythm. "There!" she cooed as
her thighs pressed firmly forward, "I knew you could take it."

"Oop!" Ecstatic, the girl's hips gyrated and spasmed of their own accord
while shivers rippled across her skin, then her head rolled back on the
pillow and her mouth fell open to vent her passion as the mushroom end of
the love-tool jousted inside her.
"Mm, yes. Aaa! It's so - it's so big, so - wicked. Oh Jennifer, I can feel
it right up in me. You're dicking me like a man and making me fuck you right
back."

At that moment the naked form of Mitzie loomed over them, eyes glowing,
mouth slack with wantonness. It took but a brief glance by Jennifer to see
that the woman had now equipped herself with a strap-on of her own.

"Hoist her on top and let me get at her." the woman pleaded. "Patricia's a
naughty girl and needs some special attention."

Rather amused by the unexpected innovation Jennifer tilted sideways and
rolled Pat on top of herself, and Mitzie immediately straggled her, prising
open the young girl's bottom cheeks as she caressed her bare posterior.
"Yes, special attention is required here." she murmured huskily whilst
rubbing a thumb across Pat's winking anus.

The girl recognised the implication of the movement, and her anal ring
twitched involuntarily. She emitted a whimper as hands spread her bottom
wide, then gasped breathlessly as her dimpled anus buckled under the
pressure of Mitzie's wicked phallus.
"Ooowh, Mitzie - aa - aarrggh!" She crooned her discomfort and bit her
knuckles as her guardians unforgiving attachment forced a route into her,
making her rotate her backside slowly as her sphincter gave in and the hard
length sank beyond it.

Her schoolgirl face reddened. The plastic shaft felt unbelievingly huge but
bizarrely sexy as it crowed into her tight hole and plunged deep, and for
several seconds she held her breath, feeling pain, shame and lurid
excitement whirling together as her anal tract expanded and dilated around
one insistent rubber appendage while her pussy squelched on the one already
provided by Jennifer. She was being double-dildoed - getting it front and
back, and didn't know how to come to terms with such a thing.

Huffing vocally, she felt the two greasy replica cocks tunnelling and
sliding inside her, each one shagging her mercilessly, sometimes
independently and sometimes in unison, and all the time only separated by a
delicate screen of internal tissue.

"Aah, oooh, oh god, Jennifer - Mitzie - please! It's - it's - Ohhh, oh god,
oooow!"
Once or twice Mitzie hauled her rubber extension back, but only because she
seemed to find diabolic delight in forcing it's return beyond muscles that
had already ceased to resist. The natural elasticity of young Pat's anus was
conforming obediently with the relentless pushing in and out of the oily
probe.

"Aaah, oooh, Mitzie! You're f-fucking m-me, you're fucking a little girl,
ooh, oh, fucking her r-right in her little arse! Oooh. You're really -
f-filling her up. Eeeow, oh god! I'm burning in there. Oooh!"

"It's no more than you deserve for taking me for granted and trying to
humiliate me." Mitzie wheezed unsympathetically.

Clamped tight to the girl and screwing in her own fashion Jennifer agreed
with a grin of ribald, rather sadistic delight. "It's true Patricia darling.
You're a naughty, cheeky girl who needs to suffer, but you can still enjoy
yourself if you get into the spirit of things."
With Jennifer fucking her own thing in and out of her pussy so slickly Pat
couldn't have stopped her approaching orgasm even if she'd tried.

"Oooooh, mmm! Ooooow!" Her climax whirled like a tidal force; she wailed and
shook wildly as a blast of rapture and carnal pleasure fanned out from her
genitals and shot down her limbs to make her toes curl.

It was another hour before Jennifer reached her own bed. Even after all the
shagging Mitzieand Patrica had both insisted on licking her twat. Holding it
open they'd each shoved two fingers into her at the same time, and then
lapped together, their hot, slippery tongues alternating between her clit
and her drooling slit, and making her jerk-off several times.
It had been a gorgeous, gratuitous session, and one that made her feel a
worthy mistress of Fairyfield Grange.

***

Within the confines of Fairyfield Grange and away from prying eyes, boys
were safe to act as effeminate as they wished., and when Trudy, Amanda and
Holly, hair still damp from the showers and wearing only their bathrobes,
entered the crowded box-room in the East-Wing, they were already girlish and
giggly.
It was well after lights-out in the dormitory, so there was a sense of
adventure about their expedition, not to mention the expectant delights of
their reason for being there.
Amanda battered his pretty eyes shyly while gazing at the content of the
room in which they stood.  It was full of guilt edged pictures and open
tea-chests of household china.
"Are you sure this is okay? This part of the house is out-of-bounds."

Trudy and Holly looked at each other, then smiled at him. "This is the best
place for private playgroups." Holly told him, "Everyone uses it from time
to time, and no one's ever been caught yet."

Trudy hurried across to a pile of disused rugs and carpets and quickly
arranged a padded platform on the floor against the wall, he then  jerked
loose the sash of his coat and shuck the garment from his shoulders. His
naked body shimmered white and smooth  beneath the single electric light as
h he swung his arm in a timeless gesture of 'ladies first.'
"Come on you two. Let's get started."

Holly and Amanda allowed their coats to drop away and the three sweet
girlish boys lay naked side by side on the platform of rugs, their heads
resting on a bolster of blue velvet curtains. Sandra lay in the centre,
which was comforting in a way. It was the first time since his arrival at
Fairyfield that he'd permitted himself to join in anything like the
gang-wank they'd planned.

Immediately three slender hands slid down over three smooth tummy's to take
hold of three limp young cocks, and within seconds, with no more than a
little well managed strumming, each hairless little worm had risen up stiff
between their fingers, swelling and thickening, elongating and displaying
potential that contradicted the youthfulness of the bodies to which they
were attached.

With their heads propped up against the wall the effeminate trio were able
to watch each other at work and see the effect of masturbation on each
others pricks - the slicking up and down of foreskins, and the veiling and
unveiling of fat, round little knob-ends.
Trudy glanced dreamily at Amanda's girlish face. He knew the little
effeminate at his side had limited his adventures to his best friend Sammy,
but he had some other plans. He reached out and began caressing his chest,
and moving closer Amanda responded by fingering Trudy's tight nipples.

"Kiss?" husked Trudy. The voice was soft yet clear and shameless, potent
with unbridled juvenile sexuality. Amanda's head went forward, lifting up,
eyes closed. He was in just the right frame of mind for a little amorous
dilly-dallying, and he at once leaned sideways to plant his lips firmly on
the other sissy's mouth.
They kissed slowly and gloriously, enjoying the sensuality of masturbating
themselves vigorously whilst their mouths swivelled together in a gentle,
unhurried way, long slow and deep. It was totally awful, but they even
participated in a little juicy-wet tongue joust.

Then Trudy placed a hand lightly on Amanda's thigh, sliding his body against
him, testing his need and leaving him panting, breathless and just a little
bit confused at the delightful sensation of skin on skin. "Wanna do it for
each other?" he breathed. "If you pull on my dick, I'll pull on yours."

Amanda was still feeling a bit shy. While Hardwick and a number of the
senior pupils had had sex with him his main companion all term had been
Sammy, and he was a little reticent about doing things with anyone else.
Nevertheless, he nodded. It seemed such a nice, naughty idea.

When Trudy leaned forward for another hot kiss Holly began caressing his
back, biting his earlobe and oh-so-slowly licking and nibbling at his neck.
Breaking with Trudy's kiss for a moment Sandra glanced over his shoulder and
whimpered into Holly's mouth. Holly snogged him too. It was kind of fun to
have two boys kissing him to distraction, and he felt a giddy excitement
threatening to overwhelm him. He couldn't stop himself from putting his hand
on Holly's legs and stroking his thighs - where the thighs joined.
Ooh, Holly's cock was throbbing!

"That's it. Do it for me too." Holly said. "You've got two hands, so you can
handle both Trudy and I together."

Secluded in a private little room Amanda was happy to do that, and soon
there he was, pushing and pulling at a cock with each hand. With a boy
laying either side of him it was easy. Grasping the two throbbing lengths of
flesh by their base, he slowly drew his fingers up and down, sliding the
foreskins of young uncircumcised cock-meat up to veil the blood-engorged
knob-end of each, before hauling them down again. Rub, rub! Working the
delicate skin up and down over their moist, pink mushrooms. Lovely!

There was no room for Holly to get hold of Amanda's own stiffness while
Trudy was jerking it, so the industrious sissy began to play with his
friends smooth sissy balls.
Amanda got to thinking heaven had come to earth. His eyelids fluttered
closed, and he didn't catch the knowing glance between Trudy and Holly. It
was a look that said, 'this one's hot and we can take him all the way.'

He opened his eyes only when  Holly began sucking his nipples. Holly was in
no hurry and for a full minute he licked and sucked Amanda's puffy
boy-treasures, making him moan and coo as the three of them continued to
busily frig foreskins.
Then Trudy turned his flushed face to his own. "I want to make love to you
Amanda." he said softly. "I want to fuck you."

The air became thick with anticipation and Amanda blushed afresh. "If I let
you, you mustn't let Sammy find out. I'm Sammy's sweetheart, and I don't
want to upset him."
The comparative speed of his consent surprised him. What did it mean?

"Samantha didn't mind when Nicola Carrington fucked you." Trudy remarked.

"Yes, well - Sammy arranged a threesome, and he was there the whole time.
That wasn't like cheating on him."

The other sissy looked dubious. "Ump! While you're busy being an angel Sammy
does it with whoever takes his fancy." said Trudy. Then he smiled sweetly.
"Come on, I know you want to."

Amanda did want to. It was true that Sammy was unfaithful and quite
shameless about chasing other boys at bedtime. He'd endured it until now,
but there was no good reason why he shouldn't be a bit naughty himself.
"Okay, you can fuck me. But I'd still rather Sammy didn't get to know about
it."

Trudy curled an arm around his upper body, feeling his nipples, taut and
erect, then he positioned his thighs against Amanda's buttocks, and placed a
hand on the boys hip to give guidance. Ready at last, he spoke softly into
Amanda's ear. "I'm moving into you now, darling. Just relax and let it
happen."

Amanda did, and Trudy's rigid cock entered him easily. The stiff flesh
stretch him and then he felt the inward movement as it slipped beyond his
tightness. At the first push Trudy's sissy-dick was half way up his anal
tract, and knowing Amanda was rather well used by Sammy he had no
compunction about shoving it the rest of the way. Amanda obviously adored
being fucked, more so than fucking, and the vivacious sissy was eager for an
opportunity to explore the delights on offer.

Both boys sighed in their separate mode of pleasure. "You're so lovely and
tight, Amanda. You're perfect, and still like brand new."

Amanda turned his head to smile, his eyes full of sleepy bliss. "It's nice
to have you in me. Filling me up."

"A change from Sammy eh! Samantha shouldn't be greedy and try to keep you
all to himself. A boy like you needs experiences with different people. You
know that yourself, don't you? That's why you're here tonight."

Amanda hardly winced as he felt Trudy's cock shunt inside him. "Do you think
I look like a girl when I'm wearing a skirt?"

"Yes, you look a sexy minx and no mistake."

"When I'm in the village and men smile at me, I get sort-of hot and excited.
I like them looking at me. It makes me want to be a girl. I want them to
stroke me, and touch me. I want them to cuddle me and take me somewhere. I
want them to fuck me. I love being fucked."

"You'd like to go to bed with men?"

"Yes."

"Lot's of them?"

"Yes, but not all at once."

"I knew it," Holly said, "And I don't blame you. Men go wild for sissies.
Pretty boys who wear tiny skirts really turn them on."

Trudy heaved backwards and forwards slowly. "Lot's of men, watching you,
admiring you. All wanting to put their big willy's into your soft, girlish
bum. They'd make you moan and squeal, but you'd enjoy pleasing them. You're
a perfect sissy, and that's what sissy's are for. If they treat you like a
girl it's easy to get into the habit of wriggling and squealing like a
girl."

Getting fucked was something Amanda thought about a lot lately, getting
fucked by different people with different sized cocks, and Trudy's cock
didn't feel exactly small when it was buried up his arse to the hilt.
Pulling out with a long shuddering breath, Trudy thrust straight back in,
causing them both to groan.

As Trudy picked up the pace and began to establish a steady rhythm Amanda
worked himself back and forth, jerking out of time, grinding his buttocks
against Trudy's thighs and giving him the chance to push in deep. "Imagine
my cock's a cuddly man's stiff willy sliding about in your bottom" Trudy
husked. "Imagine it's a great big man-snout going in and out. You'd like
that wouldn't you? You'd love the deep push and the throb as it spurts great
dollops of man-goo inside."

Suddenly Holly's cock was wagging in front of his face. "Suck me." The other
sissy said. It was half plea, half command.

Amanda didn't even consider refusing, but he gave the other sissy a wicked
look and demanded a deal. "If I suck you, you'll have to do something nice
for me afterwards."

"Okay, okay." said Holly heatedly, "Just get started."

At once Amanda trailed the tip of his tongue down the offered shaft, tracing
its shape, and making Holly shudder. The sissy cock was already excited and
drooling stuff when he kissed it. Holly almost swooned with delight when he
skinned back the foreskin and lapped at the pink head, and then took each of
his balls in his mouth and gave them a gentle suck too.

Amanda moved on quickly to provide oral adoration to the boys pee-hole and
knob-end. He'd wanted to explain that he didn't object to sucking cock, but
didn't enjoy having to swallow stuff, but  he was so excited that his lips
slipped all too easily over the watering tip, and before he had the chance
to say anything his mouth was full of jockeying stiff meat.

Bobbing his head back and forth, his fingers latched onto Holly's hips and
he swirled his tongue around the thrusting shaft, pulling down his foreskin
licking the tips as if it were an ice-cream cone. Such actions weren't
automatic, but borne out of a determination to be a good cock-sucker, even
if he did shrink away from allowing the end result to shoot into his soft
mouth. Sucking-off Holly, who had a cock that wasn't too big and a foreskin
that was smooth and velvety, wouldn't be difficult, and he knew it wouldn't
require much technique.
He took a breath, clamped his lips around it and quickly plunged the whole
of the other boys penis into his mouth, taking in as much as he could
without choking before easing his lips back up to the knob. He wasn't a
girl, but there on that sissy bed with two other pretty sissies and sucking
a dreamy boys lovely cock while being shagged in the backside he felt like a
girl. For so long he'd dreaded the idea of being called gay, but now he
wanted to be a girl. He wanted to be a saucy girl named Amanda.

While his mouth nursed the drooling tip of Holly's knob-end and his hands
pulled at the shaft and kneaded the sissy's balls Trudy was ramming in and
out of him vigorously. Being used by two boys at the same time was something
Amanda had only experienced once before with Sammy and Nichola, and it was
still quite novel, so his own penis had become extremely stiff as a result.

Holly moaned, delighted at the sensations he was receiving, but not content
to letting Amanda's mouth set the pace he buried a hand in his hair and
humped vigorously with his hips.
"Wow! You're quite a sexy bitch." he mewed as he fucked his mouth.

Trudy's cock touched something deep within Amanda, and his entire body gave
a sharp jerk before melting back into place, while his young lover still
continued rapidly thrusting in and out. Breathing became deeper and longer
and the three boys were soon ready to pop. Nothing in the world could stop
them by then, and a huge trembling cum for each lovely boy was inevitable.

For Trudy and Holly it happened almost simultaneously. Each stiff cock
throbbed numbly and they both delighted in the strange, addictive sensation
that announced imminent ejaculation.
"Here I come, sweet-thing." Trudy whispered hot and moist into Amanda's ear
as he rammed his cock in and out of his thrashing body. "You're ready for
this now, aren't you? You're ready for a bum-full of cock-cream, and I've
got loads to give you."

Repositioning himself he pulled Amanda down on his side, and spooned him,
fucked him hard from the side and from behind, driving into him ever faster.
They both trembled, Trudy grasping Amanda's naked body as he came
throbbingly and filled the twelve-year-olds rectum with his hot, thick cum.

Amanda felt helpless. What was happening was completely beyond his control,
and his head lolled and he squealed as he felt the first of six creamy
spurts from Trudy pumping into him.
The sissyish sound enflamed Holly and he squealed as well. He was ready for
orgasm himself and in exasperation he gripped the back of Amanda's head,
wedging the tip of his drivelling penis in his slack mouth and supplementing
the less than full lip-service with a furious wank. Caught in the heat of
sissy debauchery he masturbated frantically, callously using Amanda's
gasping mouth as a receptacle as he blissed-out and his sissy-stick spewed
out glops of sticky semen.

Amanda felt it splashing in his mouth, warm and syrupy. Holly was young and
healthy and his cum was thick, and it covered his tongue and teeth and the
roof of his mouth.
He gulped. Crikey! Gollygosh! He was swallowing the icky stuff!

Young Amanda now had the only stiff penis in the room, but his mind was
whirling so much after being so regally tailed at each end that he had no
idea what to do about it.
Trudy eased his penis out from his backside. He and Holly, being very
familiar with an all-boy homosexual menu had no need to stretch their
imagination. They had the delicious sissy lay on his back with his cute
popsy sticking straight up, then they both went to work on his  fresh, young
sugar-stick, going down to taste his juicy knob and slurping so feverishly
their tongues licked together as they laved up his dripping precum.

"What ...!" Amanda's face rose up momentarily, its expression bemused and
bewildered, but it promptly fell back again.

Pretty soon Trudy and Holly decided it best to take turns, and while one of
them stroked their young friends balls and jiggled his cock the other sucked
his prick. Both of their mouths were hovering near when Amanda at last
ejaculated. Cum leapt from his pee-hole and Holly caught a glob of semen on
his tongue and then took the whole twitching length in his mouth to capture
everything else.

Trudy stayed close, and when Holly lifted his head they exchanged a brief
smile. Faces aglow, their mouths pushed together and they kissed, which gave
Holly the opportunity to transfer the semen he was holding in his mouth into
Trudy's open mouth.

While Amanda sighed as if he were dying Trudy sucked Holly's tongue slowly
and appreciatively. Sharing was so often a part of sissy culture.