Date: Sat, 14 Oct 2006 09:43:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Minor Saint <col_saint@yahoo.com>
Subject: In the Barons Arms: Trans Adult Youth

Theresa lay face down beside me and went on: "For someone who never
stops talking about fucking, you're a pretty fair hand at buggering. Who
showed you how to do it properly?"

I told her of that day I was sent to live with Aunt and Uncle, the
Baroness and Baron of Z. I had just turned eight. They took me to their
enormous bedroom that first night and peeled off my nightshirt, each of
them leading me by a hand to their bed and laying me down, playing sex
games with my body as if I was their little doll. The Baroness began
kissing me, gently at first, then slipping her wet tongue into my mouth.
Soon she was frenching me deeply and caressing my hard little cock,
pulling it down and letting it go to slap up hard against my trembling
abdomen. When she left me breathless from her passionate kissing, the
Baron began kissing and caressing me, with even more ardor, pulling my
hard little staff straight out and stroking it until I thought I would
explode.

The Baroness returned with her dark red lip rouge and, after she
refreshed her voluptuous lips, she began to carefully paint a sweet
cupid's bow on mine. She tenderly roughed my cheeks, and rouged her
nipples, and then brushed my longish hair into two short ponytails. She
showed me how fresh and feminine I now looked in her mirror, a young
naked girl child with a hard jutting cock. The Baron was charmed and
resumed kissing my mouth and frigging my cock while the Baroness rouged
my nipples.

They arranged me on my hands and knees. The Baron parted my smooth round
ass cheeks and the Baroness delicately roughed my virgin rosebud. Then
she slipped under me and roughed my little cockhead then suckled me,
while the Baron caressed my bottom. She held my cheeks apart for him as
he slowly and lasciviously opened and lubricated me with his tongue,
kissing and tonguing my anus as arduously as he had my mouth.

He then applied a thick jelly coating of Vaseline to my tight orifice. He
mounted behind me, and I watched over my shoulder as his beautiful thick
organ slowly pressed into my anus and entered me. I was intoxicated and
held myself open to him, like the most wanton whore, wiggling my tight
rosebud around his pushing cockhead, pushing and thrusting to help him
take my virginity.

Tight and virgin as I was that first night, I wanted nothing more than
the Baron's thick, up-curved tool inside my bottom. I was electrified as
I felt a man's hard, thick organ entering me for the first time.

The Baron exquisitely, ever so slowly, overcame the tight resistance of
my tiny anus, and every inch of him that enter my tight ring enflamed my
desire. The Baroness sensed my arrousal and stopped sucking to watch,
frigging herself with her whole hand between her slim legs as her husband
skillfully deflowered the slim boy under him.

It would be two years before my first real ejaculation, but that first
night, his entire organ finally in me, my mounting arousal rewarded the
Baron with multiple dry climaxes. My virgin bottom spasmed and gripped
his motionless organ. I turned my head and as his thick cock throbbed
inside me, his mouth covered mine. Over and over I moaned out my passion
around his thrusting tongue, as my first climaxes swept over me. His
hands were on my abdomen, his long fingers feeling his own thick shaft
thrust up inside me. We both jerked as his stone-hard organ explode into
my very center and he emptied his balls in my rectum.

Just as slowly as he had entered me, he now began to fuck my bottom,
long, exquisitely slow stokes of his remarkably thick cock that thrilled
my every fiber. I climaxed repeatedly. He came in me at least three times
before I fainted from exhaustion. He stayed inside me the entire night as
we slept. In the morning, with the Baroness sucking my cock, the Baron's
erection growing fresh in my tight wet channel as he pulled and twisted
my nipples, the Baron Z filled me three more times before I felt him
finally pulling out. After deflowering and buggering me the entire night
and morning, the Baron's cock, my first, left my rectum soaking with his
come. I licked all of it off him, devouring his seed.

I became the Baron's pillow boy, his boy-pussy, his she-boy. We always
slept together and he butt-fucked me repeatedly, day and night. I loved
his lustful assaults on my bottom. Soon he was sharing me with his
boyfriends, the remarkably well-hung young men he seduced into servicing
his own well-trod bottom. I learned to suck and swallow before I turned
nine from the best cock suckers in France. Nothing was more arousing to
me than to have the Baron coming in my throat as his boyfriends plowed my
bottom. The Baroness often brought her own naked little girl friends to
watch as the Baron had his boyfriends continuously sodomize me through
the day. I loved their enormous cocks. It became a game to see how
coquettish and lascivious I could be, making these young stallions stay
inside my bottom, coaxing them to yet another erection, making them come
repeatedly until my rectum was brimming with hot jism. But I only let
myself come when the Baron buggered me.

The Baron dressed me in more and more girlish bedclothes--I was never
really dressed--until I was wearing sheer silk negligees, as beautifully
feminine and alluring as any worn by the Baroness's little child brides.

I had my first ejaculation at ten. The Baron had his fingers wound in my
long blond hair, and his tongue thrust through my roughed lips and down
my throat, twisting my rouge-painted nipples as he rammed into my rouged
rosette, my long silk-stockinged legs wrapped around his waist. I came
explosively, my hot come covering my smooth belly and lubricating our
bodies as the Baron celebrated the orgasm he had given me by
energetically ramming another out of me almost immediately.

I loved being his catamite, being fucked like a girl, on my back, my legs
pulling him into me. He couldn't stay out of my bottom. While the young
stallions always aroused my lust, the Baron satisfied it, and he always
made me come repeatedly as he buggered me. He made me come four times
that night before we fell asleep, as always his cock still buried in my
bottom, filled with his hot copious come. From eight until I was twelve,
I was only butt-fucked. I'd never had my cock in anything except the
mouths of the Baron and Baroness, and I came only when the Baron fucked
me in the ass.

"I'm afraid I didn't learn to bugger very well," I said to Theresa.
"The first time was when I was twelve, with a little girl my age, Mlle
Z, with whom I was playing hide-and-seek with at the end of some garden
picnic. She was a plaything of the Baroness and had been sucked and
licked and tongued repeatedly by my Aunt, but never fucked. The Baroness
enjoyed making her little girl friends watch while the Baron's
boyfriends buggered the Baroness's beautiful bottom or mine. It was Mlle
Z who suggested I should try to fuck her virgin anus.

Neither one of us knew how to go about it. I had been the Baron's
passive recipient partner for four years, and she was completely virgin.
But Mlle knew how to suck, so getting her first cock hard was no
challenge, and we had plenty of soft, warm butter left from our picnic.
After we had done it, she liked butt-fucking so much, she had me do her
little sisters, nine and eight, who were tighter than anything, even
filled with soft butter. I learned that buggering little girls wasn't as
pleasurable as being fucked like a girl by real men. And I truly loved
being fucked by the Baron.

I had Mlle Z's little brother, too, and it was M. Z who really taught me
to enjoy buggering. Just ten, like me he had been "turned out" and
trained by the Baron, and he loved being butt-fucked as much as I. After
I had spent the night and morning with the Baron, M. Z would insist I
butt-fuck him all afternoon. His anus was perfection itself. He always
came for me much more than his sisters, and some afternoons the four of
them would try to exhaust me. Soon however, the Baron relinquished M. Z
to his father, who had given the lad to the Baron for training, and was
now ready to take his prize.

After that I had a dozen other girls and twice as many boys ^Å I
recommend learning with little boys. Boys, as I did, take to being
buggered and then buggering with far greater pleasure than very young
girls. Although I must say, I found girls under twelve more likely to
enjoy a skillful and careful deflowerment of the anus than of their tight
little quims. But you have no idea why our friends' sisters are so
clumsy."

"What makes you think I don't?" Theresa exclaimed. "Do you think
I've never seen girls from good families buggered? The first problem is
you can't find their ass, they're so overdressed. You keep thrashing
around in their drawers and run the constant risk of slipping your prick
into the wrong portal. Then there's not one out of four who ever took it
into her head to slip a bit of grease into the crankcase before starting
the motor. They offer their ass and bim-bam -you shove the tip of your
prick into it. It excites them and hurts them like hell. And while
they're being buggered they frig themselves, faster, faster. And you're
not supposed to move around in there, it hurts them too much, and often
you come unstuck without having come, which doesn't keep them from
starting the same little game all over again the very next day. Isn't
that a fair description? Lots of boys are more skilled--that's why they
are among my biggest competitors."

"How do you know so much about it?"

"There's very little I don't know in this department! . . . And all
your young girlfriends were dumb as doorknobs?"

"Charming . . . but a little dumb, as you say, except for one, a passive
type who let herself be manipulated with gentleness and patience, with
firm, succulent buttocks, an incredibly elastic anus, and a unquenchable
desire to be buggered every which way. She almost made me want to give up
boys."