Date: Fri, 3 Apr 2015 05:51:30 +0200
From: My Email <cemersom@mail.com>
Subject: Babys Balls 7

Baby's Balls Chapter 7

After he left I called Romeo, he came around right away.

We talked; he wanted me to leave the hotel NOW. He helped get all of my
stuff together and in a cab.

"Go to this address, ask for Jacko and don't call Rio again until we talk
again."

The building in Greenwich Village was an old apartment house, Jacko was a
Spaniard. Good-looking, slender in hipster clothes. He put me in his guest
room. It looked out onto a frazzled garden with beat up chairs.

I hadn't cried much over Enrique, it had to come but right now I was scared
and confused. But Romeo said with Jacko I'd be off the grid, nameless,
faceless, a void. He'd given Jacko some money for the room I didn't know
how much but "It's taken care off," to me in front of Jacko.

The bed was ok so I tried to sleep. In the dark later Enrique washed over
me I lost it for a sometime.


7

I was at Jacko's for a few days hardly leaving my room when Romeo came
by. He was worried about me and he would have to leave the US soon. He
wasn't `working' so his VISA would end as would mine. He was to return to
Milan at first after that he didn't know. He reminded me that returning to
Rio was an unknown since the rather odd behavior of the man Paulo. He would
return in a day or so.

I called Johann P; he asked if I wanted to come to Berlin. He would be able
to deal with German immigration to give me time to make decisions. I could
stay with him. I called Romeo, he thought it would be okay and he would
know where I was. He'd make an airline booking; we'd need to get to JFK.

Romeo booked us together on an early morning flight to Paris then we'd
split. He picked me up and we checked in. Romeo told me the US checks all
passengers coming and going and we might be on security terrorism watch
lists. I got it! We would stay separate at JFK.

"If they get me leave quietly, no rushing. Get a cab back to
Manhattan. Either go back to Jacko's, the US won't hold me long I can't
tell them anything or get a train at Penn Station for Montreal. Once there
go to the airport and get a flight to Paris. Canada doesn't check like
America. I will call Jacko and if you are not there I will go to Paris at
least. I had his number in my phone.

 He told me to sit down the concourse but to watch for him to wave me
forward to board.

He was outside the gate when 6 men in dark clothing surrounded him. They
cuffed him and held against a wall. I got up, grabbed my carry-on and
walked back to the terminal slowly away from all that. Out front I got a
cab to Manhattan. I asked the driver to take me to Penn Station.

There was a nice lady at the ticket window that got me on a train to
Montreal leaving in an hour. She made sure I had my passport, we were good.

I called the travel agency whose name was on my Paris ticket, booked a
flight from Montreal to Paris for the wee hours of tomorrow.

I boarded Amtrak, no problems. It was over ten hours to go; I slept nothing
else to do. I rode a bus to Trudeau Airport, my flight on time in two
hours.

Air France was nice to me, window seat with pillow and blanket. I closed in
again, curled up for hours. At Charles DeGaulle the Douaniers had no
problem with me as a tourist.

Air France had my bags from my aborted New York flight. I asked at
information about trains to Berlin. I hopped a bus to Gare de L'Est; I
booked a seat to Berlin via Frankfort. I found a corner to park myself to
wait out the three hours. Once on the train we zoomed across the landscape,
a quick change in Frankfort and on to Berlin. At the Hauptbahnhof I called
Johann P. He was surprised that I was at the train station.

I was knackered after all the travel, Johann put me in a nice room, got me
a hot chocolate. I was asleep in minutes.


>>> The Latino cop and the suited DA Rodgers weren't bored that's for
sure. I had them on the edge of their chairs. They asked a few questions
which I didn't know the answers for.  They brought in coffee, Gawd, they
had to be hard men to drink this shit. I put it aside.


>>>Johann talked with me about Enrique. He could see I cared for him but I
hadn't a clue about his businesses. I was his companion and occasional
ornament and lover period.

Johann's apartment near the Zoo and Tiergarten was splendid, plush! I had
an ensuite room that was quite nice and comfy. Large chairs to snuggle in
and a big TV.

We spent time together, movies and some touristy things for me. I tried not
to bother him and be self-sufficient but I couldn't boil an egg. I hadn't
enough life experience to know how to take care of myself. I was fourteen,
I could fuck! That was all!

Johann had lots of friends, he was suave with the ladies but I was cramping
his style as the cute teen girl houseguest. It was nearly six weeks when I
was astounded by a call from Romeo. He had been released by US Government
and was in Paris. I told him about living in Johann's apartment, we made
plans for me to go to Paris. Romeo had a safe place and a job with a
security company.

I told Johann I had a friend in Paris who would put me up for a while and
I'd stayed too long as his guest. I thanked him for being so hospitable and
caring. He seemed okay with it all.

I got a train for Paris with Johann's help and was gone in three
days. Romeo sent me his address and a key.

The cab driver helped me in with my bags on Rue Racine just up from Place
de L'Odeon. A third floor walkup, I gave the driver a nice tip. The key
worked fine. It was small place, one bedroom with a big sofa, tiny kitchen,
minuscule shower. It did have several large windows facing south into the
courtyard.

I left everything in my bags, sitting waiting for Romeo. He hugged me; he
was pleased to see me. He made dinner quickly, soup, bread and fruit. A bit
of red wine for me too! Nice!

He wanted me to have the bed but I pointed out I was smaller and could fit
the sofa. He didn't have to work the next day so we sat to discuss our
arrangements. I put my cards on the table by undressing to naked. He drew
me close not surprised that I wasn't a true female. He laughed when I asked
if I upset him, "No Baby, I am gay!" He carried me to the bed. I had seven
fat inches in my mouth and pussyass. Romeo was a gentle loving sex partner.

I was treated to a powerful and pleasurable fuck, deep stroking's inside my
boycunt. By the time Romeo had orgasmed we were sweaty but comfortable with
each other. A wash-up was fun but not easy in the tiny bathroom. In a short
skirt and cutoff top we dined at a Greek restaurant a few blocks away
towards the Sorbonne.

We passed lots of young people, students and others attracted to Paris'
Rive Gauche lifestyle. We fit in well. We window shopped strolling home
arms around each other. We had a sort of honeymoon time. I tried to cook,
burning a few things but Romeo was always nice about it. I did succeed
better at going to the laundry, doing wash was a lower skill I could
conquer more quickly.

The local green grocer, an Algerian couple, helped my French as I
shopped. She was sweet giving me several vegetable dishes to try that were
simple. Success! Dinner worked best when Romeo and I worked together.

I tried hard to get my French to a place I could get along by myself. I met
an American in our apartment building; she was going to the Sorbonne for a
fine arts degree. We talked in French, she was amazingly fluent, she gave
me accent and vocabulary hints, I cleaned her small rooms and did some
shopping too.

Romeo worked long hours as a security guard mostly at a newspaper office so
I had a lot of time on my own. I walked around the district looking at the
sights, trying my French, watching the Seine flow pass. My nights were
passionate times with Romeo's hard cock. Every night he would lift my
nightie to play with my body, enjoying my growing titties. His cock
entering me gave me pleasure; I adored how I was opened each time, gently
and when ready thoroughly fucked. Falling asleep in his arms.

I had only a two weeks of hormones left, I needed to find a doctor. I used
the American lady's laptop to search for a neighborhood doctor who might be
right for me. On the American's advice I went to a clinic first to see if
they could recommend someone. A young woman doctor gave me a brief exam and
looked at what I'd put in as my medical history. She could prescribe the
hormones but I should see a specialist for more complete care. She got me
an appointment at one nearby.

The specialist gave me another exam once he had questioned me for some time
about my current status in France, how I was living and with whom,
etc... He then spent some time between my legs, a bit creepy after a
while. I didn't have a good feeling stuck up in the stirrups. He wanted to
give me a hormone boost shot. I wasn't sure but said okay. I fell asleep
with my legs in the air.

For the second time I had been taken away. I must give off victim or at
powerless feelings. I again awoke in a bed, connected this time to the
bedframe by a chain on my ankle. I puked onto the floor beside the bed,
dizzy and scared together. The room wasn't big and very dim. An armoire
against the far wall and a closed door beside

I was alone for some time, sleeping my only activity. A large woman came to
wake me, was disgusted by my mess. She called out and a boy in small shorts
came in, he was slapped and berated. She left as the boy came to clean
up. He refused to speak to me. The woman returned after my mess was gone,
cleaning smells in the still air.

Her bulk deposited on the end of the bed, I was told I was working for her
as a whore. She had oddly accented English but spoke well. I would have
customers six days a week but be restrained in my movements. I would be
beaten if I attempted to do anything not allowed. What was not allowed was
not explained but seemed obvious.

The armoire opened to clothes which I was made to try on. Three dresses fit
tolerably well, one pair of heels. Makeup, stockings, etc... would be
provided soon.

I had come down in the world of boygirl whores! Nothing like Rio.

Sitting on the edge of the bed the boy brought a coke and a bowl of pasta
covered in coarsely ground parmesan. A large fork and napkin was it. The
boy did smile and nod at my request for a glass of water, he was missing a
few teeth. I ate carefully, slowly not wanting to throw up again.

Alone for a short time after eating, the woman came back with a box. I was
to stand. She handed me a garter belt which fit well, three pairs of black
stockings, some thong panties and two baby doll nighties both black.

I was left unlocked from the bed and naked, led by a nipple to a large
bathroom. Shower time after an enema she prepared had flushed me several
times. The place was very clean, antiseptic even. I was dressed in garter
belt, stockings and heels, light make up.

Down a corridor past multiple room doors which were all closed. We
descended two flights of stairs to a wide hallway and on into a large
drawing room. The bar at one had several men propping it up; others were
sitting on various chairs and sofas. Two other girls like me were there
both sitting on customers' laps. The madam introduced me to a husky
mustachioed fellow in a dreadful striped suit; he drew me onto his legs.

Rough fingers slid over me, whiskey breath and the scratchy fabric on my
bum cheeks weren't a good start. I winced as he found my nipples fun to
pull on. He had a conversation in a language I didn't know with the woman;
she accepted folded money from him. I was led back up the stairs to my
room.

He wasn't a Valentino! I was forced to suck his not very well washed cock,
it was quite thick but I performed. It was dripping wet when I was more or
less tossed onto the bed. Kneeling facing away from as he wanted, I was
spread and eaten. A big insistent tongue dug into my pussyass, swirled over
my small balls and cock. He kept licking as he lowered his pants. I was
stuck on the end of that fat cock, he forced his way in. I pressed back to
make it easier, to reduce an injury. No condom.

Once inside he fucked me roughly, saying things I didn't understand,
slapping my pussy cheeks a lot before cumming on my back. He again licked
my twat ending in a kiss there. He stood up pulling his pants
closed. Another bit of folded money was left beside me on the bed. Alone I
looked at the money, Portuguese. I put it back folded on the duvet.

The woman came in hurriedly looking at me then the money. I acted as if it
wasn't mine and she grabbed it up. Before she departed I was allowed to pee
and wash then locked up.  Nothing to do but sit, a chill got me under the
covers; I left the shoes, etc... in the armoire.

A slender boygurl woke me leaning over, "Are you French?" No but I had been
in Paris. She understood my French but then asked me in English where I was
from?

"I'm American but also Brazilian." She smiled, she was English from
Yorkshire. Nice small boobs, narrow hips, uncut boyclit with small balls
too. Pale skin, full lower lip, we kissed, she dropped off her slippers and
robe and joined me in bed.

We hugged, smooth bodies, Clementine was her name, `Cle" to everyone. "When
each girl comes they are locked like you gradually the madam
trusts. There's no way out from this floor, no windows or doors to the
outside. On the lower levels there are many guards and workers watching."
Cle said she was watching for ways out, three months she'd been here.  We
cuddled and spoke in quiet tones about the customers and the
routines. Madam found us together; I could see Cle wasn't worried at all so
I was cool. Madam asked her to go back to her room. I was told that being
friendly with the others was fine, never neglect a customer though. OK.

She called out. The boy brought in a lamp, a small table, a chair and a
sort of wardrobe thing for men to place clothes they removed.

She looked at me carefully then sat at the head of the bed beside me
opening her bodice. I was gently drawn to a large nipple in a dark
aureole. I sucked as she wanted her hand soft on my back; I was told that
someone other than her owned me and the other boygirls. If I worked without
fuss things would be better for all. She knew it was difficult to adapt but
there was no other path for now.

I cradled her breast in my right hand as I suckled on; my left stroked her
upper arm. We stayed as we were for a while, I slept. Marj woke me, "Little
one I have to leave." She kissed me when I was told her name.

Shortly the boy came in, got naked, and climbed in next to me, quietly
against my ear, "Jaime!" He pressed against me, a quick kiss he ducked down
under the covers. He licked my boyclit and sucked it. He was doing it
softly, tonguing my balls too. Warm hands caressed me, my fingers in his
wild curly coppery hair. Jaime kept on, we both enjoyed his work, finding I
wasn't going to cum he popped up. Kissing we hugged; his English was
limited but he made it clear he would do that for me any time. I returned
the favor on his immature sex and empty ball sac. He tasted musky but
clean. I enjoyed him but he wanted to 69 so we did.

Cle was back, naked in with us. We licked, kissed, caressed and loved all
over each body. I ended in between them arms around Cle and Jaime's little
cock in my crack. Only Marj coming in ended our tryst. I saw her face in
the doorway; she wasn't mad but chased them out. I was taken by surprise as
she unlocked me at the ankle. "You have a guest. He likes to visit new
girls. He will stay tonight. Go wash, put eye make-up and the red
lipstick. A black nightie. I will bring you down in short while."

I was ready when she returned. I stood on the lower floor with my hand held
by a nice looking older man. Big mustache on a darkly handsome face. He
seemed athletic. We walked upstairs his right hand on my neck lightly. He
sat on the chair drawing me between his open legs, close. He opened the
nightie to kiss my belly, "Soft! Very nice." A strong Latin accent but good
English. He kissed and licked my torso for some few minutes, he was very
gentle. Sitting on one thigh, "Dear we will make love several times and my
member is large so I wish to open you to prepare your sex."

I helped him undress. A firm muscled body was revealed, his sex was big
although flaccid. Thick, uncut with a large helmeted cockhead under the
foreskin straining to get out as I lifted it. I bent to kiss it, warm, a
nice clean smell. We were naked on the bed, I sucked him, he licked my
pussyass. I got him wet to expose the head, mmmmmmmmmm!!!  His pre-cum was
in large quantity and especially sweet!

He complimented my ass, telling me it was a rare jewel. He mounted me
doggie slowly working the thick prick into me. I yielded willingly, opening
for good sex I hoped. He was fully in holding a nipple and my boyclit,
gently he began to fuck. Long smooth strokes withdrawing completely to
re-enter to the root of his cock each time. Oh MY!

Gradually he went to deep penetrating firm thrusts that slapped us together
with loud noises filling the small room. He was vocal in another language
which didn't sound Latin based.  It didn't matter I got that he was
enjoying himself.

He remained behind me, pounding away until I could feel his strokes shorten
and become faster. I tried throughout to use my pussyass muscles to best
effect. He yelled out several things as he ejaculated inside me squeezing
me around the hips his face on my back. As he relaxed he had me slide onto
my belly as his mattress. His weight was ok that big sex inside me.

"Ah Miss you were quite sensational! It has been a long time for me to
enjoy a girl such as yourself with pleasure for me!" I squeezed his cock
with my pussyass, a slight wiggle. He chuckled, "Very nice body, you have
skills!"

We rested, I offered to lick him clean but he preferred to shower with
me. I was washed in a loving manner which I returned. Sitting on a wooden
bench he dried my hair, "I am pleased with you Miss! We can sleep or eat
which would you like." We decided to eat some. Jaime was called and given
instructions. Fruit, cheese, bread and butter and chocolate on a big
tray. My guest, Eliseo, cuddled with me the tray at our feet. Feeding each
other was sweet. We spooned afterwards that huge cock mashed against my
pussyass crack, arms around me.

"When I was a young teen boy I watched my father suck a man behind our
house. Both enjoyed it, my father swallowed, kissing the cock thanked the
other fellow for more of his delicious cum. I waited for him, he could see
I knew. We sat in the sun as he explained he had always done things with
men even when he was my age. He loved my mother who had been dead for
almost two years from pneumonia. She had known all along and accepted it."

Eliseo played with my boyclit, "I told my father I thought others might be
quite upset and he should do it inside the house. He was happy I accepted
him. The man was there the next day fucking father. I watched again but
they didn't realize it. I knew a man in town, he watched us boys play
football in the road and I often saw him on the seawall when we swam. I
went to him; I told him I wanted him to suck my cock. He undressed to a bra
and panties; he showed me he had no testicles. He sucked me and I fucked
him. It was good, he had a soft smooth body.

My father's boyfriend had stayed overnight, in the morning father had
rushed off to work. I stood in the kitchen doorway naked. The man had me
kneel to take his cock. In my bed he fucked me, it hurt, he wasn't
gentle. I chose not to repeat it. I told my father, he said it would take
time to enjoy receiving cock."

I pressed back on Eliseo, "Did you ever enjoy taking cock?"

Never, he said he always had been a Top since. Women? He had no wife or
girlfriend. He travelled a lot, it wasn't practical. Boys were easier. In
the army he had many boys. He chuckled, one time he was being sucked when a
young officer appeared; they saw each other and the officer withdrew with
lowered eyes. The next day, he went to the officer, taking him several
times in his room. He had a soft pussyass, sucked deep and enjoyed the sex
inside him. We had sex often away from the barracks. Once at a beach, hours
away from the army unit, I saw our major. He had a nice slender body, cute
ass in bikini. He was with a young man but clearly not dominate. When I
returned to the unit I went to talk to the major. He knelt naked in his
office sucking me until I mounted him. Another soft pussy yielded to my big
cock. The three of us met at the beach in a hotel, I fucked them both side
by side. I had them lick each other clean of me. They enjoyed my using
them. I did for over a year, we were separated by our units changing."

Eliseo was becoming engorged with the telling of his stories and my gentle
rubbing my ass on his sex. Jaime was called to remove the tray as I was
sucking that prick. Jaime leaned over to lick the cock shaft; I held it out
for him. He looked at me then Eliseo before engulfing the cockhead. Eliseo
asked if he had had sex, Jaime managed a no with a mouthful. I moved the
tray, at Eliseo's suggestion lowered Jaime's shorts and licked
him. Stabbing deep inside him, wetting the channel as best I could.

Eliseo positioned him on his back as I sucked that big boypussy opener! I
licked their respective organs of sex for maximum wetness! I knelt beside
them telling Jaime how to use his pussy to make it easier for the prick. He
was in pain as the head managed its entrance; I kept the area wet spitting
on Eliseo's shaft. Gradually it made the hole expand and Jaime was filled
with the cock. I kissed him, he wanted to suck me. I leaned over to give
him access. Eliseo surprised me with a nice kiss.

The fuck was very restrained by Eliseo, slow moving but going in the
maximum depth. Jaime's pussyass gave considerable stimulus to Eliseo and
the fuck didn't last as long as with me the cum was pumped into that cute
little butt.  They kissed, Jaime thanking him for opening him.

We lay together for a while then another shower. A blonde boygirl was
drinking pee in the shower from a small dark haired man but we didn't
disturb them. The enema equipment was there so I cleaned out Jaime. Back in
bed three of us snuggled happy.

Later Marj had come looking for Jaime, he had to go. She spoke to Eliseo in
what I assumed was Portuguese. He told me she wanted money for Jaime's
cherry.

We slept close, warm, sated. In the morning Jaime brought coffee and hard
rolls with butter. He pulled off his shorts and climbed in with us. We had
a nice, happy breakfast.

Eliseo said he would be back to see me again soon.

Marj wasn't mad at me. Eliseo had paid, all was good. She didn't re-lock
me. Jaime, Cle and I were pals!

What now? I didn't want to stay here. But I had nothing! All I owned and my
passport, my identity were gone.