Johnny be bad

Author’s note: As with all my writing, this is pure fantasy, although I have to admit, some of the episodes in this story are based on real events ;-)

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Steve Pervy, May 2009, somewhere in the UK.

Stevepervy@yahoo.com

Johnny be bad.

All I can remember from my earliest years are the rows and arguments.  My parents fought each other almost constantly, when they weren’t drunk or stoned, that is.  I was left to pretty much fend for myself, even at a very early age.  By the time I was three or four I was looking after myself, feeding myself, and keeping away from my two derelict parents as much as I could.

When I was five one of their arguments escalated until my drunken father strangled my mother.  When he woke up the following day and realised whet he’d done, he went and threw himself off a tall building.  I remember when the police and social workers came to the house.  They found me alone in my room, my mother’s body was in the bath.  I was taken into care for a while, and then they sent me to live with my aunt and uncle, my mother’s sister and her husband.

Christ! I hated them from the very start.  I wasn’t like them at all.  They were very well to do, loads of money and airs and graces to match.  They weren’t at all pleased to have me dumped on them, let me tell you!  They were practically blackmailed into taking me, and straight away they set about making me feel second class.  My uncle, James, hardly ever spoke to me, and when he did he called me ‘boy’.  “Clean your room, boy”, “Don’t speak with your mouth full, boy.”, “Do as you’re told, boy.”  I don’t ever remember him using my name.  Not once. I soon grew to hate that bastard.

My aunt, Elizabeth, was no better.  I grew up with a constant barrage of scathing remarks.  I was useless, lazy, good-for-nothing.  The son of a drug addict. The drug addict who had first ruined her sister’s life, and then ended it.  Of course, he was beyond her reach.  I wasn’t, though, and she made every effort to take out her spite on his son. Me.  I was beaten from time to time.  Not badly, but enough to make me remember.  It was the verbal abuse that got to me, though. Constant.  Ever-present. Never ending.

They had a daughter too, my cousin Tabitha.  And what a bitch in the making she was!  She’d had every possible privilege.  Nothing was too good for princess Tabitha, and she knew it.  She was two years older than me, and with her greater vocabulary, and the support of her parents, she contributed to my ongoing misery by continually teasing me and taunting me about my parents.  “Oh poor little Johnny!  How sad you must be.  Your mother was a whore, and your father a murdering drug addict.  Do you think you’ll turn out to me a murderer or a drug addict too? I wonder!”

None of the kids around would have anything to do with me.  Tabitha made sure they all know about my parents, so they all avoided me like the plague.  I used to sit in my room and plan my revenge against all of them.  When I was about ten I started to sneak out of the house.  Not that they would have stopped me even if they knew.  They had no interest in me at all.

I started to hang around with some of the kids from the nearby council estate. To them, my background was interesting, even impressive. We soon became quite a gang.  Us younger ones used to create some sort of disturbance or distraction at the local shop, while one of the older ones, maybe as old as thirteen or fourteen would steal sweets, food and beer.  Then we’d go to a derelict building we knew, we used to call it our hideout, and eat, drink and generally chill out.

It was there that I learnt how to masturbate.  When I was ten or eleven one of the older boys, Simon, asked a few of us if we knew what our cocks were for.  I remember keeping my mouth shut, fearing some sort of trick.  Another kid my age, Harry, said it was for pissing out of.  That made all the others laugh.  Then Simon told us that it felt good to play with it.  He told us to drop our trousers and get our cocks out.  I was too scared to refuse, and I remember standing there in line, with my little pecker out, while he walked along the line and inspected us.  Then he showed us how to grip it and stroke it. Some of the others just giggled nervously, but I knew at once that I’d found something I really liked! 

Simon kept on showing us how to do it, and I felt the pleasure of my first intentional erection! Oh, I’d had stiff ones before, every boy has, but I never knew what to do with the damn things until that evening at the hide out.  After that I was hooked!  I used to play with my cock at every opportunity. Sometimes, we’d go to the hide out and we’d all do it together. Imagine the scene – a dozen or so boys, aged between ten and fourteen, all lying on the floor of a derelict shop, trousers down, tossing away for all they were worth!

I wasn’t able to fetch sperm, of course, I was still too young for that, but I could bring myself off three or four times in an evening.  We even used to have competitions to see who could come first!  After a while some of the boys used to bring porn mags along, and we’d all gather round to look at the tits, arses and pussies.  We used to talk about girls we knew, imagining what they looked like naked, speaking in brutal terms about what we’d like to do to them.

One evening one of the boys came running into the hide out cheering and laughing. He told us how he’d caught a glimpse of his mother as she got out of the shower.  “You should have seen her fucking bush!” He giggled, “And great big fucking tits!”  We all laughed, and then other lads started to speak about their mothers or sisters, how they wanted to see them naked too. One of them asked me, “What about your mother and sister?”

“They’re not my mother and sister, dickhead.” I snapped, “They’re my aunt and cousin.”

“OK, but have you seen their cunts?” He replied.

“No. I wouldn’t want to, I fucking hate them.” I said.

“That doesn’t matter.” Simon laughed, “You don't have to like them.  They’ve still got cunts and tits, haven’t they?”  Everyone laughed.

“My aunt has.” I said, “Tits, I mean, but not my cousin, she hasn’t got any yet.” We all laughed about that.

We tossed ourselves off talking and thinking about the females in our own families. After we’d finished, Simon came up with an idea.  “Listen, everyone get a photo of their mother or sister, or whoever, and bring them here.  We can stick them on the wall and toss off over them.”  We all agreed that this would be a laugh, and then he said, “And better still, bring a pair of their knickers.  We’ll stick them on the wall as well.”

I went home that evening and sneaked into my room without anyone knowing.  The following day I crept into my aunt’s bedroom and found a picture in an album of her and Tabitha together.  Then I went to the bathroom and searched through the washing basket until I found a pair of her dirty knickers and a pair of Tabitha’s.  I took them to the hide out that evening and held them out to Simon. He grinned along with the rest of us.  “You can still smell my aunt’s cunt on hers!” I announced, to more laughs and cheers.  Everyone sniffed the knickers, and we laughed at the thought of what they’d do if they knew such a rough gang were smelling their cunts!

From then on it became my mission in life to catch a glimpse of either my aunt or Tabitha naked. I tried everything.  Peering through key holes, suddenly bursting into their rooms in the hope of catching them changing, all to no avail.  My only consolation was that none of the other lads managed to see much either!

Things went on pretty much the same for the next two years.  We continued to steal food, booze, and later cigarettes too, consuming them at the hide out, and talking about girls as we masturbated.  All the time my interest in females strengthened.  I was fascinated, and desperate to see one in the flesh. I was almost thirteen, and though I didn’t know it, I’d developed quite a reputation as a hard kid.  No one bullied me or tried to take my lunch money!  I had a fair few fights, and became good at fighting dirty.  One evening I was hanging around on the street waiting for the gang to get together. I saw a girl I knew from school, Lillian.  She was a pretty little thing, with bright blonde hair.  She was also the class snitch, always running to the teacher with tales of what I’d done.  She came sauntering over to me as I waited.

“Hey, Johnny, what’re you doing?” She asked slyly.

“Just hanging around.” I answered, “Why do you want to know?”

“Just wondering.  I know the sort of things you and your gang get up to.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” I snorted.

“Bad things.  You’re naughty boys, everyone knows it, and my mum told me so.  She said I wasn’t to have anything to do with you.” She said smugly.

“So don’t then. Fuck off and leave me alone.” I told her.

Her eyes widened with shock, “You can’t say words like that, Johnny, you’ll get into big trouble.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I laughed.  “Who’s going to put me in trouble? You?”

“I might!” She gasped.

“Yeah, right! Fuck off Lillian, you’re getting on my nerves.”

“I’ll stay if I want to.” She said defiantly.

“Suit yourself.” I shrugged.

She hung around, trying to make conversation.  I knew better than to trust her, so I tried my best to ignore her.

“What do you and your gang get up to?” She asked.

“Anything we want.” I said smugly, “We have a great time.”

“Do you drink beer?”

“Sometimes.  It depends on what we want to do.  Sometimes we drink, sometimes we smoke, sometimes we just hang around and have a laugh.”

“You smoke?” She asked in astonishment, “And you drink beer?  Where do you get it from?”

“We steal it.” I said, watching her eyes grow round with surprise.

“You steal it? Wow, that’s really naughty.  What if you get caught?”

“We won’t.  We’re too smart for that.”

She hung around for another few minutes.  I was getting really pissed off with her, and I knew if the rest of the gang found me with her they’d never let me forget it.

“Would you let me have some beer?” She asked timidly.

“No. You’d only go and tell someone about it, and then all the fun would be gone. Fuck off will you, you’re getting on my nerves.”

“I wouldn’t tell anyone, honest Johnny, I promise I wouldn’t.”  She begged. “I’ve always wanted to try some, but my mum and dad won’t let me.  They say I’m too young.”

I smiled to myself slyly.  “OK, if I give you some beer, what will you do for me, Lillian?”

Her eyes glittered with excitement.  “I’ll do your homework for you.” She offered.

“Fuck off! I’m not interested in homework.” I spat.

“Well then what do you want me to do?” She whined.

I grinned to myself, determined to shock her into going away, “Show me your pussy.”

“My what?” She replied.

“Your pussy.  You know, your cunt.” She looked at me without a clue as to what I was talking about, “Between your legs.” I said with a snigger.

Her eyes grew wider than ever, “You mean my front bottom?” She said in an awed whisper, “You want me to show you my front bottom?”

“Yeah!” I laughed.

“You’re really dirty and nasty. I’m going home.” She said, backing away.

“OK, please yourself, but if you want some beer, that’s what you have to do.”

To my amazement she stopped and stared at me.  “Everyone at school has tried it.  All my friends say it’s really nice.  I want to try it too.” She moaned.

“Well I’ll give you some.  But you’ve got to show me your pussy first.” I said.

She looked around her nervously, making sure no one could hear. “You mean it?  You’ll really give me some if, I, er, show you?”

“Sure, I’ll give you a whole can if you let me see it.”

She fidgeted from one foot to the other, weighing up my offer.  “Where would we go?” She asked finally.

I couldn’t believe my luck!  I’d tried to shock her into going away, but instead she was agreeing to show me her cunt in exchange for a can of stolen beer.  “Behind the shops.” I told her, “No one ever goes there.”

She thought some more.  “And you’ll let me have a can of beer?”

“Yes, I said so, didn’t I?”

Her face had gone a deep red.  “Well, ok, but you’ve got to promise not to tell anyone. I mean, not ever, right?”

I tried to look casual, “Yeah right.”

“Promise me.” She demanded.

“OK, I promise.” I said with a grin.

She glanced around again, “OK, meet me there in five minutes.” Then she scurried away.

I ran to the hide out as quick as I could, grabbed a can of beer and ran to the back of the local shops, my heart thumping and my cock twitching and growing in my pants.  I waited and waited.  The seconds dragging by agonisingly. I started to tell myself that she wouldn’t come, not a stuck up little bitch like Lillian.  I convinced myself that ’d she’d been stringing me along.  I was about to leave, disappointed, when I saw her small figure walking towards me. I felt my cock spring to life. 

She came over to me, her face flushed.  “Have you got it?” She hissed. I held up the can.  “And you’ll really give it to me?” I nodded. “And you promise not to tell anyone? Cross your heart and hope to die?”  I licked my finger and made the sign of the cross on my chest.  She looked around again, her eyes wide with fear and excitement. Suddenly she thrust her hands under her grey school skirt and pushed her pink knickers down to her knees.  She hesitated for a second, then grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it up to her waist.

I took in the sight of her juvenile slit as my cock almost exploded in my pants.  Her lips were still visible, but she had a downy covering of light blonde hair along her slit.  After just a couple of seconds she smoothed her skirt down and pulled her knickers back up. “There. Now you’ve seen it, give me the beer.” She demanded.

“No chance! That was hardly a good look, was it.  I want to look at it for a bit longer than that.”

She sighed heavily, then lifted her skirt again and pushed her knickers down. I stared at her pussy in fascination, committing the sight to memory.  She made to push her skirt down again.  “No, wait. I haven’t seen the back yet!” I protested.

“That wasn’t the deal.” She complained.

“Oh come on, what harm is there in seeing your bum? Not now I’ve seen your pussy.” I complained.

“Oh alright!” She sighed, then turned around, bent over and lifted the back of her skirt.  Her arse looked like a ripe peach, round and smooth! As she bent over I could just see the lips of her slit. I wanted to stroke my cock more than anything in the world, but I knew if I did she’d freak out. 

“Can I touch it?” I said, reaching out my hand.

“No you can’t you dirty bugger!” She yelped.  She pulled up her knickers quickly, then smoothed her skirt down.  “That’s all you’re seeing, now give me the beer.” She demanded.

I held out the can and she snatched it from me. She held it up and stared at it triumphantly, “Wow! Fantastic!” She gasped, then turned and skipped away.

As soon as she was out of sight I thrust my hand down my trousers and stroked my cock.  I came within seconds as I remembered the sight of her pussy and arse.

I kept her secret, told no one about our little exchange, but I tossed myself off three or four times a day over the next couple of weeks, and every time I pictured Lillian’s downy little slit!  I started to consider the idea of approaching some other girls with the same proposition, even got as far as making a list of favourite, and likely candidates. I was about to make my first approach one afternoon on my way home from school, when Lillian caught me up as I walked.

“Hey, Johnny.  What are you doing?” She asked sweetly.

“Nothing much.  What do you want?”

“Got any more beer?” She asked eagerly.

I felt my cock twitch, “Sure, lot’s of it.  Why?”

“Can I have some?” She whispered.

“You liked it then?” I grinned.

“It was lovely! It felt so naughty, and the taste wasn’t so bad once I got used to it.” She giggled.

I grinned back at her, “Well you know what you’ll have to do if you want me to give you some more, don’t you?”

She flushed pink. “You want to see it again, my, er, front bottom?” She asked timidly.

“That’s right, but this time I want a really good look at it, not just a quick flash like last time. In fact, I want to see you with nothing on at all, ok?”

She gasped with shock, “You want me to take all my things off? What, everything?”

“Everything.  And I want to look at you for as long as I like.” I smiled, my cock now straining in my pants.

“No way! I’m not standing around at the back of the shops with nothing on for ages just for a can of beer, forget it.” She snorted.

“What if we went somewhere else, somewhere more private?” I suggested.

“Yeah, like where?” She demanded.

I couldn’t believe my luck!  She was actually considering it.  I thought for a moment, then smiled at her. “My uncle’s shed.” I announced, “He never goes there.  He thinks it’s all locked up, but I’ve got a key.  We could go there.  No one would find us.”

She frowned as she considered the idea.  “I’ll do it, but only for five minutes, Johnny, and it’ll cost you two cans of beer.”

“OK, deal.  Meet me on the corner of my street at six thirty tonight.”

“You better have the beer.  And you can’t tell anyone, got that?” She snapped.

“I never told anyone after last time, did I?” I asked as she walked quickly away.

I went straight home, up to my room, and tossed myself off thinking about seeing her slit once more.  Just after six I slipped out of the house and down to the shed.  I made sure I still had the key, and cleared a small space so that I would have a good view of Lillian’s pert young body, then I stashed a couple of cans of cheap lager behind some boxes and went off to meet her.

She was already waiting when I arrived, still wearing her school uniform.  “Ready?” I asked, my heart racing and my cock throbbing.

“I suppose so.” She sighed, “You have got the beer, right?”

“In the shed waiting.” I grinned, “Come on, then.”

She followed me without a word to the back gate of my uncle’s house. I made sure no one in the house was around, then led her down to the shed.  We slipped inside and our eyes grew accustomed to the light.  “Go on then.” I said eagerly.

“Let me see the beer first.”

I produced the two cans and held them up so she could see.  She looked at them longingly, then sighed again, “Five minutes, that’s all.” She warned.

“Five minutes from when you take the last thing off.” I argued.

“Fine!” She started to undress.  She unfastened the buttons on her school blouse one by one.  Then she pulled it off, exposing her small white trainer bra.  Without looking at me at all she reached behind her and fiddled with the catch of her skirt, then let it fall.  She was wearing white knickers with a picture of Mickey Mouse on the front, the thin fabric had moulded itself around her slit.  She undid her bra and let it fall down her arms.  Her tits were no more then tiny bumps on her chest, but they were still the first real ones I’d ever seen.  Then she sighed once more, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and pushed them down to her ankles.  She stepped out of them, dropped them on the pile of discarded clothes, then stood there, head bowed.

I let my eyes roam across her body, committing every detail to memory.  In the cooling air her nipples began to stiffen and her skin was covered on goose bumps.  I made her turn around so I could have another look at her peachy little arse.  It was every bit as delicious as I remembered! 

“Now bend over.” I ordered.  She sighed again, then bent at the waist, presenting her cheeks towards me.  As she bent further I could see her slit.  “Open your legs a bit.” I told her.

She shuffled her feet apart, muttering, “You dirty bugger.”

My eyes were fixed on her slit. I could see her delicate folds.  “Bend over a bit more, and open your legs more.” I told her.

“No, that’s enough.” She snapped.

“If you want your fucking beer, you’ve got to earn it, now open your legs and bend over.” I barked.  To my amazement, she did as I instructed, spreading her legs shoulder width apart and bending over.  I crouched down and stared at her pussy.  Her lips were slightly spread and I could just make out the shape of her tiny bud nestling within her folds.

She glanced over her shoulder at me. “You’re disgusting, you know that?” She said with hatred in her voice.

“I’m disgusting? You’re the one with her knickers off and her legs spread!” I laughed.

“Right, that’s it.  That’s enough.  You’ve had your five minutes, give me the beer and I’m going.” She said angrily.  She pulled on her knickers, then quickly put on the rest of her clothes. I held out the two cans, which she snatched from me, then she hurried from the shed.

As soon as she had gone I dropped my trousers and started to stroke my cock. In moments I came, and for the first time I shot jism.  After I finished coming I stared in delight at the pearly globules which lay on the wooden floor of the shed.  I cleaned myself up, then ran to the hide out, where several of the gang were already gathered, drinking beer and smoking.

“My fucking balls work!” I announced loudly.  They looked up at me questioningly.  “I was having a wank just before, and when I came I shot jism!” I explained.

They all wanted to see, and so, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, I dropped my trousers and started to stroke my cock again.  I closed my eyes and thought of Lillian’s smooth young body, her tiny tits and teenage slit.  Moments later I came and to me enormous satisfaction I heard the others murmur their approval as they confirmed what I’d told them.

“Fair play, Johnny, you can fetch jism all right.” One said.

“Yeah, and lots of it too!” Said another.

“More than I can.”

“Yeah, and me.”

“I can’t fetch any yet. Bastard!”

We all decided that my new found prowess was worthy of celebration, so we went to the local shops and stole beer, food and cigarettes. Then we went back to the hide out and talked about girls for hours on end. I knew that if I told them about Lillian I would surpass my earlier triumph of producing jism, but somehow I resisted the temptation.  It was a victory over myself, which was to have very welcome consequences.

A week or so later Lillian caught up with me once more as I walked home.  Her face was already in full blush before she said a word, and I knew what she was about to ask.

“Got any beer, Johnny?”

“Gonna show me your pussy again?” I grinned.

“If you want to.” She said, in a matter of fact way.

“Oh yeah, I want to.” I grinned, “Same deal as last time?”

“Two cans of beer for five minutes? Yes, ok then.” She giggled.

I decided to take a chance, “You can have three if you let me feel it.” I offered.

She glared at me, “You are a dirty little bugger, aren’t you?”

“Is that a ‘yes’ then?” I smirked.

“I’ll think about it. I’ll see you at the shed at half six, ok?” She said as she turned and walked away.

She came to the shed as arranged, right on the stroke of six thirty.  “Got the beer?” She demanded. I showed her the cans, two of them. She nodded, “You said there’d be three.”

“Only if you let me have a feel.”

She rolled her eyes upward, “OK then.”

“Of everything. Tits as well.” I insisted.

“Oh God, yes, ok.” She moaned, beginning to undress.  She pulled off her T-shirt and bra, then pushed her jeans and knickers down and stepped out of them.  I took in the view once more, then stepped towards her, my hand outstretched.  “What about the other can?” She demanded.

I grinned at her, then produced another can of lager from my hiding place. “OK now?” I smiled.

“Fine.” She snapped.

She stood in front of me, hands on hips, as I moved closer.  I could feel my heart hammering with excitement, my cock about to explode.  I reached out my hand and slowly placed it on her pussy, feeling the soft hair part as I brushed my finger along her slit.  She took a sharp intake of breath as I started to stroke her feminine folds. 

It was the most wonderful sensation I had ever experienced!

I let my fingers explore her most secret place, stroking along her slit, rubbing gently along her lips.  Then summoning up all my courage, I started to push a finger between her folds. I expected her to stop me at once, but to my absolute delight she simply gasped, and then took another harsh breath.  Moments later my fingertip was poised at the entrance to her hole.  I could feel the entrance, and also the resistance of her muscles to any intrusion. I pulled back my finger, stroked the length of her slit, and finally found her clit.

I knew nothing about the female body, other than what I’d seen in porn mags and heard from older boys, yet I did know that there was a button at the top of their pussy, which some girls liked to have played with.  I started to rub the little bud gently, fascinated to see what her response would be.

“What are you doing, you dirty little bugger.” She complained, wriggling her hips.

“Just having a bit of fun.  You want me to stop?” I asked, looking her in the eye.

She blushed deeply and bit down on her lower lip, then shook her head and looked away.  I smiled to myself, then continued to stroke her clit, feeling it stiffen slightly.  After a minute or so she sighed heavily, and then to my utter astonishment she started to move her hips in time to the rhythm of my rubbing on her clit.  I ran my free hand up her body and began to stroke her tiny tits and puffy nipples. I felt a shudder run through her small body, and then she sighed again.

For many long minutes I stroked and teased her clit, and then I felt her beginning to get wet.  I couldn’t believe what was happening. Not only was I getting to play with her cunt, but she was enjoying it! I glanced up at her and saw that she had her eyes closed, her face a picture of concentration.  I started to rub faster.  She moaned softly, her hands dropping to her sides. I cupped and squeezed her tits, then gently pinched her nipples. Her eyes opened with shock and surprise, and then she suddenly pulled away from me.

“Johnny, stop. Stop that.  That’s enough. You’ve had your five minutes.  Give me the beer.”  She looked about to cry.  I handed over the cans of beer as she dressed hurriedly and then ran from the shed.

I put my hand to my face and sniffed.  The first time I’d smelled cunt juice on my fingers!  I dropped my trousers and brought myself off within seconds.  Then I settled down with a beer and a cigarette and spent the next hour just smelling my fingers, savouring the aroma of Lillian’s pussy.  After I’d brought myself off another couple of times I made my way back to the house and went to bed completely contented.

A week later, she was back again!  We made our agreement on our way home from school, and she arrived dead on time at my uncle’s shed.  This time I had the three cans of beer ready on a small table for her.  She glanced at them, smiled, and undressed.  As soon as she had taken off her knickers I stepped forward and started to stroke her cunt.  After a minute or so I could feel her getting wet again, and I started to rub her clit. 

She sighed softly, then reached down and took hold of my hand.  She looked me in the eye and said in a whisper, “You won’t ever tell anyone, will you Johnny?”

“I told you, no one will ever know.” I smiled, then resumed rubbing her stiff little button.  As I teased her clit and rubbed her tiny tits she gasped and moaned softly, rocking her hips in time to the rubbing of her button.

“Johnny, do you touch yourself?” She asked shyly, “I mean, your thing?”

“Sure!” I grinned.

“What do you think about when you do it?”

“Sometimes I think of you.” I smiled.

“Really?” She gasped, her eyes travelling down to my crotch.  After a few more moments she looked away and said softly, “I’ve never seen one. A boy’s thing, I mean.”

“Do you want to see mine?” I offered.

She looked up at once, her face bright pink.  “Could I?  Would you let me? I’d never tell anyone, I promise, Johnny, honest I wouldn’t.”

I grinned at her, then flicked open my trousers and pushed them down.  My stiff cock sprang out.  She stared at it, eyes wide with surprise. I slipped my hand back between her legs and stroked her pussy lips, then pushed my finger into the entrance to her tight hole.

She wriggled her hips again, then looked at me.  “It looks nice.” She smiled, “And big. And hairy!”  She giggled for a moment, then gasped as I found her clit once more. “Can I touch it, Johnny?”

My mouth had gone dry.  I nodded.  I looked down and watched her small hand reach out towards my cock.  She ran her fingertip along my shaft and it twitched in response.  She giggled again.  After a few moments she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and squeezed gently.  I thought I was going to explode!  I slowly put my hand over hers and showed her how to stroke my cock, slowly building up the speed.  The sensations were amazing!  Soon I was frigging her tight little cunt as she pumped my cock up and down, her fingers gripping my shaft tightly.  I kept trying to hold back, not wanting it to end, but then I suddenly came, shooting a copious stream of jism across her hand and arm.  She yelped with surprise and took her hand away as I continued to shoot. I took over from her and pumped my cock furiously, groaning with pleasure. 

Finally I finished and I leaned against the wall of the shed totally spent. I glanced up at her, embarrassed for a moment.  She was staring at my cock like it was something alien, her eyes wide with shock.  Then she looked down at her own hand, and at the globules of jism on it, and shuddered with revulsion.  “Ugh, Johnny, that was disgusting!” She complained.

“Not for me, it fucking wasn’t!” I laughed.

“Does that happen every time you touch yourself?” She asked.

“Most times.  It’s not always as much as that, but you did such a good job I made a lot of it.” I grinned.

She examined her hand closely, studying my jism in fascination.  “Have you got a cloth or something, I need to wipe my hand.” She asked.  I threw her an old rag and watched with a smile on my face as she carefully wiped away every last trace.  Then she started to dress.  As she picked up her cans of beer she turned to me and smiled, “If you want me to do that again, it’ll cost you four cans.” She said sweetly. I nodded my agreement and she quickly left.

For the next month or so she came to me at least once or twice a week, whenever I could get the beer, really!  She would strip and let my hands roam across her body whilst she stroked my cock, always bringing me off.  Before long she brought her own tissues which she used to clean her hand afterwards.  And then a problem arose.  The local shop owner, tired of his profits walking out the door as a result of our thieving activities, decided to put all his beer behind a secure area. As a result our supply of alcohol was cut off, and my fun with Lillian was ended abruptly.

“No beer, no fun for you Johnny!” She said flatly.

I was furious.  I was determined not to let my fun simply disappear, and one evening I decided on a new plan.  I approached Lillian after school the following day.  “Come to the shed tonight.” I said to her.

“Have you got some beer then?” She asked casually.

“No.”

“Then I’m not coming.” She laughed.

“OK.” I smiled, “But if you don’t I’ll tell everyone what you let me do, and what you did.  I might even let your mum and dad know about it too.”

She looked horrified, “But you promised.” She gasped, “You promised never to tell anyone, Johnny.”

“That was before.” I grinned.

“Before what?” She demanded.

“Before I got to like feeling your cunt and having you toss me off.” I laughed.  She glared at me furiously.  “So are you going to come to the shed, or am I going to tell everyone in school?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Sure I would.  Why wouldn’t I?  The lads would think it was great that I’d seen your tits and cunt, given them a bit of a feel.  They’d be well impressed that I got you to give me a hand job, and the girls would think you were a slut.  I’ve got nothing to lose.  It’s up to you.” I smiled, then walked away.

I spent an anxious couple of hours wondering if she’d come, not sure what I’d do if she didn’t, and not entirely sure what I’d do if she did.  I knew that if she came I’d have to put the fear of God into her, or she’d run home to mummy and daddy and I’d be in serious trouble.  I sat in the shed smoking and wondering for what seemed like ages.  Finally, just after six thirty, the shed door opened and there she stood.

I grinned at her and she squirmed with embarrassment and anger.  “Glad you saw sense.” I said to her, “Come in and close the door.”  She shuffled inside and closed the door behind her.

“Johnny, you wouldn’t really tell anyone, would you?” She pleaded.  She was close to tears.

“That depends on how nice you are to me.” I smirked.  “If you carry on letting me have some fun, I’ll keep it secret, if you don’t, well I’ve got nothing left to lose, have I?”

Her shoulders hunched over in misery.  “If I do what you want, you promise you won’t tell?”

“Yeah, I promise. So do we have a deal?”

She heaved a sigh of resignation, “I suppose so.”

I wanted to cheer with triumph.  She was so scared of what everyone thought that she’d do exactly what I wanted, anything, to keep her ‘reputation’ intact.  “Good. Now get your things off, quick.” I snapped.  A few moments later and she was stark naked except for her cute little white socks.  I motioned to where I’d thrown a blanket onto the shed floor.  “Lie down there and open your legs.” I commanded.

She looked terrified, “What are you going to do to me, Johnny?” She whined, her voice trembling.

“Just have a really good look, and a really good play.” I grinned.  She lay on her back and opened her legs.  I lay down beside her and began to maul her body.  I squeezed her tits, then leant over and sucked each nipple in turn.  She moaned at that!  Then I pushed her thighs wider apart and took a good look at her cunt.  I stroked her lips, then gently pulled them apart, exposing her pink folds.  She groaned miserably and covered her face with her hands.  I stroked her clit, pulling back the hood to inspect the tip beneath, then rubbed it gently with my finger.  She began to sob softly.  “Shut up complaining.” I told her, “It’s only what I’ve done before.”  She fell silent, sniffing occasionally, as I continued to explore her body.

No five minute limit now, I told myself, I could take my time and enjoy myself.  I spread her lips wider apart and stared at the entrance to her tunnel.  Then I started to push a finger into her.  She started to complain, “Johnny don’t. You can’t do that, Johnny.” Then she started to get up from the floor.

“Shut up!” I snapped, “And lie back down.”  She began to sob again as she fell back, turning her face away. I pushed my finger into her moist hole until I felt her cherry.  She gasped as my finger pushed against it, then arched her back, pulling her hips away from my hand.  I pulled back, then started to finger fuck her slowly.  Soon I felt her start to get wet and grinned to myself with satisfaction. I switched my attentions back to her clit, began to rub it, slowly at first, then gradually faster.  After a while her breathing changed, became more shallow.  Her sobs were now mixed with sighs and moans as she became aroused in spite of herself. 

I remembered something I’d read in a porn mag, and with a sly grin I moved lower. She had covered her face with her hands again.  She had no idea what was about to happen. I quickly moved between her spread thighs and started to lick her pussy.  She gasped loudly and called out, “Johnny?” I carried on licking at her tender hole whilst rubbing her clit with my finger.  It was the first time I’d tasted pussy, and I loved it!  She bucked and writhed as I pushed my tongue into her, and then she cried out and shuddered. Moments later she clamped her thighs together against my head, her entire body going rigid.  “Oh Johnny, stop! Oh please stop!” She moaned.

I laughed at her embarrassment as I pulled away.  Her face was bright pink, her eyes red.  She rolled onto her side, curled into a ball and sobbed. I lay back down beside her and grinned, “Having fun?” She moaned again, her tiny body racked with sobs.  I let her cry for a few moments, then slapped her little arse, “Come on then, you’ve had yours, now I want mine.  Put your hand to work.”

She sat up, still sniffing, her face streaked with tears. I opened my trousers to free my straining cock.  Without a word she reached out, wrapped her fingers around it, and started to stroke me.  Maybe it was the taste of her pussy still in my mouth, maybe it was my complete victory over her. Whatever it was, I came really quickly, and produced lots of jism.  As I lay back with a contented sigh she started to stand up.  “Can I go now, Johnny?” She asked quietly.

“Yeah, I suppose so.” I grinned, “But before you do, there’s one more thing I want you to do.”

She looked crest fallen, “What?”

I smiled up at her.  “Get a pen and write on the front of your knickers, ‘I love Johnny’, then write your name on them.”

“What? You’ve got to be joking. What if my mum saw that?  Then we’d both be in trouble.” She cried.

“Your mum won’t see them, because you’re going to leave them here.” I grinned.

“You’re keeping my pants?” She gasped, “But why, Johnny?”

“Call it insurance, Lillian.  If you ever try to deny what you’ve done, I’ll have proof, won’t I? Now sign your fucking name.” I barked.

She pulled on her jeans, put on her bra and T-shirt, then picked up her pretty pink knickers.  She took the pen I offered her and started to write.  When she’d finished I snatched them away from her and held them up between my thumbs, “Nice one, Lillian. You can go now.  See you soon, ok?” She shuffled out of the door.

Over the next couple of months things improved greatly for me.  Lillian continued to please me, often coming to the shed four or five times a week.  There I would amuse myself by playing with her young body, trying my best to shock and humiliate her. I always seemed to come quicker after I’d made her cry.  Sometimes I let her keep her clothes on, but slipped my hand into her knickers and played with her clit until she came.  She always found it particularly distressing when I made her orgasm, and so of course, I did it as much as I could.  Once or twice I tried to make her suck my cock, but this always ended with her gagging and retching, so I gave up on that.  I still liked licking her sweet cunt, something else she hated!  And she always made me come as she stroked my cock with her tiny hand.

Sometimes I made her pose for me.  I’d have her lying on her back with her legs spread wide apart, her fingers spreading her pussy lips, or else I’d make her bend over and pull her cunt open for me.  Once or twice I even ran my finger over her little arse hole, giggling to myself as she groaned and moaned.

I was soon able to start rewarding her again as a new supermarket opened near to where I lived. Me and the boys from the gang descended on it like a plague of locusts, taking pretty much whatever we wanted, including booze!  Lillian seemed happier to accept what I was doing to her, provided she thought there was something in it for her. Sometimes I gave her a can or two, sometimes not.

One evening as she was getting dressed she was stupid enough to tell me that her parents were going out on the following Saturday.  She also told me that as she was now nearly fourteen, they had decided she was old enough to be left on her own, but she’d had dire warnings from them if she didn’t behave.  I saw the opportunity at once, and despite her refusals and begging, I told her I would come to her house after her parents had gone out.

I waited near her house on the Saturday evening, watching.  Shortly after seven I saw her parents get into their top of the range BMW and drive away.  I smiled to myself, then moved in.  Lillian looked nervous as she opened the door for me.  I walked calmly past her and waited for her to close the front door and lock it, as her parents had instructed.

“Where’s your bedroom then?” I asked casually.

“Er, it’s this way.” She muttered, making her way up the stairs. I followed her to her room and looked around. It was full of every possible toy and device imaginable.  TV set, video recorder, games console, Barbie dolls, stereo, the lot.  The entire room was decorated in pretty pink flowers.  Her bed was covered in teddy bears and other girlie nonsense.  I opened a can of beer, took a swig and handed it to her.  She sipped it slowly.

“Take it all.” I told her, “Your folks will never know, I’ll get rid of the empties when I leave.”  She took a few more sips, then smiled at me weakly.  “Why don't you put some music on?” I suggested.  She nodded and moved to the stereo.  Moments later some awful romantic pop crap filled the room.  I told her to drink some more.  “I thought you liked beer?” I laughed.

“I do.”

“Then drink up.” I told her.  She took a few more sips.  “Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty more.” I smiled, holding up a carrier bag full of cans.  She started to relax a little, began to drink a little more deeply.  I kept her chatting for half an hour or so, all the time urging her to drink more. As she drank she became more and more relaxed, giggling away at my jokes.  As I opened a second can and handed it to her she belched and then flushed deeply, before bursting into giggles.  I laughed too, then kicked off my shoes and lay down on her bed next to her.  “Nice room.” I lied. 

She smiled happily, “Thanks.” She replied, slurring slightly.  I reached out and opened the top drawer of her bedside cabinet, began to rifle through the contents.  “Johnny! Don’t do that, they’re my private things.” She complained.

“I’m just having a look.” I grinned, pulling out a handful of pairs of knickers. She yelped with alarm and snatched them from me, throwing them back into the drawer and slamming it shut.  “What are you worried about?” I laughed, “After all, I’ve seen far more than your nice clean knickers, haven’t I?”

“Yes, but still.” She said, pouting.

“On the subject of which, why don't you get your things off?” I suggested.

“Not here, Johnny, please.” She begged.

“Why not? It will make a change to do it somewhere warm and clean, after that old shed.  Come on, get your things off.”

She sighed heavily, then started to undress. As she stood up to pull down her jeans she swayed unsteadily and I smiled to myself.  Once naked, she sat on the bed next to me and continued to sip her beer.  It was having more of an effect on her than usual, for the simple reason that it was about twice as strong as the usual cheap crap I gave her.  After a little while she was giggling and falling around, clearly forgetting that she was stark naked.

As she finished her second can of beer I pulled her to me and started to play with her body.  She sighed as I played with her nipples, then purred softly as I found her clit and began to tickle it.  I opened my trousers and pushed her hand inside, she began to stroke my cock.  I pushed her onto her back and spread her legs. She closed her eyes and sighed as I pushed my finger into her pussy, which was already becoming wet.  Suddenly I moved.  I climbed on top of her and between her thighs.  She opened her eyes wide with shock and tried to push me away.  It was then she realised that I was too big, and far too strong for her. Panic flashed across her eyes as she felt my cock nudge against her thigh.

“Johnny? Johnny, no! No stop, you can’t!” She cried.

Her hands came up and she began to push against my chest, her legs began to kick out. I grasped her wrists and forced her arms above her head, then let my entire body weight fall on her, pinning her to the bed.

“No! No stop. Johnny you can’t do this!” She shrieked.

I shifted my body up, feeling my cock rub against her pussy.  She began to buck wildly, twisting and turning, trying to escape.  I let go of her wrists with one hand and slapped her hard across the face.  She gasped with shock and looked up at me bewildered.  “Keep still.” I snarled.

She started to sob and cry. “No Johnny, please don't do this.  I’ll do anything else you want, Johnny, you know I will, only not this. Please Johnny.  I’ll tell. I will, you’ll get into trouble if I do.”

I shifted my weight again, rubbing my cock along her slit.  She looked up at me with wild, panic stricken eyes, then made one final effort to push me away by thrusting her hips up at me.  Unfortunately, that only succeeded in pushing my cock between her pussy lips. I drew my hips back and then pushed forward, feeling her flesh part, and then I felt my cock start to enter her. She moaned with misery, and then gasped as my cock touched her cherry.

“Please Johnny.” She begged, “Please don't do this to me.”

I pushed forward.  She sobbed and moaned, her body rigid.  I felt the resistance against my cock and pushed harder.  She cried out in pain and misery. I drew my hips back and then thrust forward quickly, stabbing my cock into her. I felt her cherry stretch and then break completely, and then I slid into her up to the hilt as she wailed miserably.  I paused for a moment, savouring the feel of a warm, tight cunt gripping my cock for the first time, then I began to fuck her.  She moaned and sobbed and whined throughout the entire time I was inside her. I didn’t care.  I could feel her pussy gripping my shaft, feel the warm moistness of it.  I fucked her hard and fast, driving my cock in up to the hilt.  After just a couple of minutes I felt myself coming.  I groaned as pleasure scorched through me and I shot my load into a pussy for the first time.

I had lost myself in the moment, my entire body savouring the ecstasy.  When I came back to earth I was dimly aware of her sobbing softly. I rolled off her and got to my feet.  She sprang off the bed at once, began to scream at me.

“You dirty bastard! I’m going to tell on you.  They’ll put you away for what you just did.”

“Go ahead, tell.” I said calmly, “No one will believe you, they’ll just think you’re a slut, that’s all.”

“They won’t. They’ll believe me. Then they’ll take you away and lock you up. I hope they keep you there forever.” She spat.

“Not when I tell them how you’ve been coming to my uncle’s shed, stripping off and letting me have a good feel of your cunt and tits.” I sneered, “And when I tell them how you’d toss me off for a couple of cans of beer, they’ll think you’re a right slag.  What about when they hear how after a while you didn’t even do it for beer, you just liked it.  And how you used to come when I licked your cunt.  Shit, I’ve even got a pair of your knickers with your name on them and ‘I love Johnny’ written on them.  Still think they’ll believe you now?” I laughed.

She was staring at me with a look of total horror.  “But it wasn’t like that.” She gasped, “You made me do it.  You said you’d tell everyone if I didn’t do it, and you made me give you my pants.”

I grinned at her, “And then as soon as your mummy and daddy go out for the evening, you invite me in, get drunk, strip off and let me finger you.  Do you still think they’ll believe you when you tell them that you didn’t want me to fuck you?”

She gasped with horror again, clutching her hands to her face, “But it wasn’t like that. I never wanted you to …” She began to sob bitterly.

I laughed loudly, “You go ahead and tell everyone how I’ve been fingering you for ages, and how you’ve been tossing me off.  Then tell them how you didn’t want a cock up you tonight. How I made you.  They won’t believe you.”  She sank down on the bed, her body racked with sobs.  “Tell you what, I’ll tell them for you, shall I?  I’ll start with my mates.  I’ll go and see them now and tell them all about you, what a tiny pair of tits you’ve got, and how you’ve only got a bit of hair on your cunt.  Would you like that?”

“No!” She screamed, “Please Johnny, don’t tell. I couldn’t bear it if they all knew.”

“They’ll all find out if you tell anyone what happened tonight.” I laughed.  “Everyone at school.  Everyone on the estate.  They’ll all know that I’ve been playing with your cunt, and that you liked it, and none of them will believe you when you say you didn’t want to get fucked, will they?”

Her face was streaked with tears. She shook her head sadly.  “Still going to tell?” I said with a grin.  She shook her head again.  “Still want me to keep our little secret?”  She glanced up at me questioningly.  “Well things have moved on a bit now, Lillian.  The boys would love to hear what it feels like to fuck a nice cunt like yours.”

She leapt up from the bed and grabbed my arms, gripping me tightly, “No Johnny, you can’t.  Everyone would laugh at me, and they’d call me all sorts of horrible names.  You can’t tell anyone, Johnny, you’ve got to promise me.”

“I’ll keep your little secret.” I said.  She heaved a sigh of relief, “On two conditions.” I continued.  She looked up at me fearfully.  “First, you never, ever threaten to tell anyone again, got that?” She nodded, her face now pale.  “And secondly, I want to fuck you whenever I want.”

She gasped and stared at me in horror.  “I don’t want to do that again, not ever.” She said in a hoarse voice.

“Too bad. I suppose I’ll just have to tell my mates about it then, won’t I?”

I felt her fingers grip my arm again, and then they went limp and she said quietly, “OK Johnny, you win.”

I grinned at her in triumph, “Good girl.  Now say it.  Say, ‘you can fuck me whenever you like, Johnny.’ And say it like you mean it.”

She’d started to sob again.  She drew in a ragged breath, then said quietly, “You can do that whenever you want, Johnny.”

“Say ‘fuck’. Say I can fuck you whenever I want to.”

She broke down and wept for a moment, then in between sobs she said, “You can fuck me whenever you want, Johnny.”

I smiled at her, feeling my cock stiffening. “Well that’s very nice of you, Lillian.  I think I’d like to fuck you again right now.  Lie down, will you, and spread those pretty legs for me.”  She looked at me with utter despair.  I’d won, and I’d won so totally, I felt like laughing out loud!  She sank back to the bed and lay down.  I motioned for her to open her legs and she moaned with misery, then slowly spread her thighs.  I could see the dampness on her thin pubes around her slit.  I grinned to myself, then climbed on top of her.  She lay completely still as I ran my hands over her tits, then placed my cock at the entrance to her pussy.  She sobbed and sniffed as I started to push my cock into her once more.  This time there was no resistance, and she was still lubricated with my jism.  Soon I was fucking her vigorously as she stared blankly at the ceiling.  When I came in her again she closed her eyes tightly, tears squeezing between her lashes.

After I’d finished I rolled off her and she curled into a ball, lay motionless, still sobbing quietly.  I watched in amusement for a minute or so, then got off the bed.  “Come with me.” I told her.

She looked up at me fearfully, “What for? What are you going to do to me, Johnny?”

“I’m going to make sure you don’t get a bun in the oven, unless you fancy telling mummy and daddy you’re pregnant?” I said curtly.

Her eyes opened wide with horror, “Oh God, no, they’d kill me!” She gasped.

“Then come with me.” I repeated.

She padded after me obediently, and I took her to the bathroom.  “Right, get in the shower and wash your pussy out, but make sure you do it right, ok?”

She nodded, then turned on the shower and stepped into the water.  She began to soap her hands, then massaged it into her violated slit.  I stood back and watched, amused.  She looked up at me and blushed deeply, “Johnny, don’t stand there watching me.” She whined.

“I’ll do what I fucking like, and anyway, it’s not as though I haven’t seen it all before, is it?” I laughed.  She bit her bottom lip, then continued to wash.  After

a minute or so I said, “Stick your finger right in there, get it all out, unless you want me to do it for you.”  She gasped with shock, then slowly eased a finger into her cunt.  She moaned softly.  “What’s wrong with you now?” I snapped.

“It hurts a bit, that’s all.” She whimpered.

“Yes, well it’ll hurt a lot less next time, now get on with it.” 

Her bottom lip trembled as she continued to wash away the evidence of her rape.  After a few more minutes I let her turn off the water and get dry.  I knew there was still a chance she’d end up pregnant, but I was hoping for the best!  “When is your next period?” I asked.

She gasped with shock, “I’m not telling you that! It’s private.” She gasped.

“All right, but I want to know when you have it, understand?” I snapped, “Otherwise I’ll just have to make you show me your pussy every day until I see it bleed.  Which would you rather do?”

“Ok, ok, I’ll tell you.” She moaned, “Only, I’m not really regular yet, mum says I’m still too young.  I should have it in a couple of weeks though.” She paused for a moment, “Johnny, do you think I will get pregnant?” She sounded terrified.

“Nah! No chance!” I grinned.

I left her to sober up and come to terms with what had happened. On my way home I made a mental note to get some condoms the next time I went to the supermarket for more supplies.

I fucked her as often as I could for the next few weeks.  Sometimes I had her two or three times a day.  She never got used to me using her body in the way she had when I’d simply been playing with it.  Whenever I had her she would lie still, looking away, then dress and leave without a word.  I didn’t care, it was her cunt I wanted, not her stupid, girlie chat.

All at once though, the fun was over.  She had some sort of breakdown, kept crying to her parents about not wanting to go to school.  Finally she refused to come out of her room one morning.  They called a doctor, who said she was suffering from stress!  Her parents took her out of school and sent her to some sort of boarding school, where she could be looked after.  That was the last I saw of her.  There were rumours going around school that it was something to do with me, but she’d kept her mouth shut, so no one could prove anything.  That didn’t stop the headmaster calling me into his office one afternoon though.

He started to call me all sorts of names.  He said he knew I was involved in what had happened to her.  “She was one of the brightest students we’ve ever had here, and I know her ill health has something to do with you, Smith.” He barked.

I knew he had nothing, so I fronted him out. “I hardly even knew her, sir.” I lied.

He stared at me, his face full of hatred, “You’re vermin, Smith.  Scum.  And one day, I’ll make you pay for what you did to that girl, you mark my words.” He threw me out and sent me to see one of the other teachers.  There I was told that I wasn’t fit to mix with the other, ‘decent’ people. Me, and people like me, had to be kept away from them, ‘quarantined’ they called it. So I was going to have all my lessons in an old building as far away from the rest of the school as they could get.  It suited me fine.  There were about a dozen other kids there, mainly boys, most of them members of my street gang.  The lessons were ridiculously easy, and only the worst teachers were sent over to us.  They didn’t care what we did, or even where we were.  After a while I realised that I could come and go as I pleased.

School left me seriously pissed off, so I simply walked out most of the time. No one cared.  They left me alone, which was how I liked it.  One afternoon I had bunked off school and was wandering around the housing estate looking for something to do when I heard a voice calling my name. It was Brian, a kid I’d known since I was about five, and he was calling me from the front door of his house.  “Hey, Johnny, come over here.”

I made my way over to him.  “How come you’re not in school?” I asked.  He was always one of the brightest kids in my year, and he seemed to like it there.

He blushed with embarrassment, “I’m sick.  I had some sort of virus, and the doctors said I should be kept off school for at least a month, so that no one else could catch it.”

I grinned to myself, “Yeah, I’m kind of in quarantine too!”

He smiled back, “You want to come in? Mum’s out, and she won’t be back for ages yet.”

“Sure, why not.” I smiled, following him through the door.  Brian was avoided by most of the other boys.  Partly because he was a bit of a teachers pet, but mostly because everyone thought he was gay!  He certainly looked girlish. He had bright blonde hair with a long fringe, which lay across one eye.  His skin was very pale, apart from his rosy cheeks, which also had two very pronounced dimples.  He spoke softly, smiling often, and he was clearly keen to impress.  He fussed around making coffee and fetching biscuits, putting on music. Finally he sat down opposite me and looked at me with bright blue eyes.

“I haven’t seen you in ages, Johnny, what have you been up to?”

“All sorts.  I’m not allowed in the main school now, have to go to the far building.” I explained.

“That old place? Wow, you must be really bad!” He giggled.  I smiled back.  I had certainly gained a reputation for being on the edge of trouble all the time, and what had happened to Lillian had added to that.  “Everyone knows you’re the tough one in the school though. Even the older kids won’t take you on.” There was a kind of awe in his voice.  “Is that why you don’t have to wear uniform any more?” He asked, looking at my faded jeans.

“I’m supposed to, but I just thought, ‘fuck ‘em’, I mean, what can they do to me?” I laughed.

His eyes widened with shock, “They might throw you out.” He gasped.

“Let them. I hate the fucking place anyway.” I said casually.

He looked at me wide eyed and open mouthed.  It was like he was sitting with one of his heroes! “Wow, Johnny, you really don’t care, do you?” He said in astonishment.

“Nope! Couldn’t give a fuck!” I laughed.  I stood up and wandered ‘round his room, noting how his eyes followed me everywhere.  After a minute or two I said, “You don't have to watch me all the time, Brian, I’m not going to steal anything you know!”

“I know that, Johnny!” He said at once, “I just like looking at you, that’s all.” Then he blushed deeply.

I smiled to myself.  So it was true. Brian was a shirt-lifter!  And he had a crush on me!  I decided on the spot to have some fun with him.  “That’s ok, Brian, you help yourself!” I smiled, then walked around some more, letting him observe me. On an impulse I started to tease him.  I stood with my back to him and bent over, pretending to look at something on a low shelf, but giving him an opportunity to look at my arse.  He coughed nervously, then carried on trying to make conversation.

Finally he asked, “Those are really nice jeans, Johnny.  Could I try them on do you think?” I hesitated for a moment and he said hurriedly, “You can try my ones on too, if you want?”

I looked at the cheap jeans he was wearing and shook my head, “No thanks Brian! You can try these on though if you like.”  I opened my jeans, pushed them down and stepped out of them. Then I held them out to him. His eyes went straight to my crotch, staring hungrily at the bulge in my underwear. He took my jeans with nervous hands and began to take his own off.  He pulled on my jeans and then stood looking at himself in the mirror, rubbing his crotch slowly.   I decided to wind him up even more, and slumped down in an armchair, my legs wide open.  He stared at my crotch again, then rubbed his own even faster.

“Johnny, have you got much hair around your cock?” He asked shyly.

“Yeah, loads.  Want to see?” I asked with a sly grin.  He blushed again, his hand frozen between his legs.  He nodded slowly, and I raised my hips and pushed my underpants down. I took them off and dropped them on the floor beside me, then let my legs fall open again.  He let out an involuntary moan as he stared at my cock, then his hand began to rub again.  “Got any on yours?” I asked as he continued to stare.

He looked up at me, still blushing, “A bit.” He answered quietly, “But not as much as you.”

“Let’s see then.” I demanded.

He shuffled from foot to foot, then after a few moments he pushed down my jeans and lowered his underpants until they were bunched at the top of his thighs.  His cock was much smaller than mine, and was surrounded by a thin patch of bright blonde pubic hair.  As I looked at his cock it began to twitch and grow.  He reached down and pulled his underpants back up, covering his growing erection.  I stood up and walked slowly towards him.

“You are queer, aren’t you?” I sneered.

He shook his head urgently, “No, I’m not, Johnny, I promise I’m not.” He gabbled.

I was about a foot away from him, still without any trousers or underwear on.  I reached out my hand towards his crotch.  He didn’t move, looked frozen with fear. I thrust my hand down the front of his underpants and grasped his cock, squeezing it tightly.  It was already stiff, and it throbbed in my hand.  “If you’re not queer, how do you explain this?” I laughed, squeezing his shaft even tighter.

He gasped with shock, then groaned as I started to pump his cock up and down.  “No, Johnny, please…” He begged.

I looked into his clear blue eyes, then stroked his cock faster, grinning at him.  He grunted with pleasure, his eyes stared into mine, growing wider and wider as he came closer to orgasm.  “You love this, don’t you?” I taunted.

“Oh yes, Johnny!” He panted, “Oh yes! Oh yes! Ahhhhhhhhhh!” His cock pulsed as he began to shoot jism into his underwear.  Some of it hit my hand, it felt hot and thick. He produced tons of the stuff, his entire body shuddering with each spurt.  Finally he sighed happily and his cock began to soften in my hand.  I took my hand out of his underpants and wiped his jism off onto his T-shirt.  He looked at me with a mixture of fear and adoration in his eyes.

“Enjoy that, you dirty fucking arse bandit?” I sneered.  He looked away, blushing once more.  “Good, well now you can do something for me.”

He looked up sharply, “Do you want me to toss you off?” He asked eagerly.

I shook my head, “No, I want you to suck me off.” I said with a smile.

He looked appalled, “I can’t do that!” He protested, “I just can’t do that.”

“You can, and you will, or I’ll cut your fucking balls off.” I said at once. He looked at me with horror in his eyes as I produced a flick-knife from inside my coat pocket and held it up to his face.

His eyes began to water and redden.  “Johnny, please don’t make me do that. Please.”

“I won’t tell you again.” I warned, “Now are you going to do it, or do I start to mark your pretty face before I cut your balls off?”

“I’ll do it, I’ll do it!” He gasped in panic, holding up his hands to fend off the blow I’d threatened.

“There’s a good girl!” I laughed, taking my place on the chair again.  I let my legs fall open and motioned for him to come to me.  “On your knees, and get to work.  Any marks and I’ll break every tooth in your mouth.”

He shuffled over to me, still wearing my jeans and with a large damp patch on the front of his pale blue underpants. He sank to his knees between my legs and stared at my half-erect cock.  His hand trembled as he reached out for it, then he let out a huge sigh as his hands started to stroke my shaft.  It responded at once, growing in length and girth beneath his fingers.  He wrapped his fingers around it, then slowly, gingerly, leaned forward.  He put out his tongue and flicked it over my glans a couple of times, then closed his eyes and lowered his face towards my groin.

I sighed with pleasure as the first blow-job of my life started.  It should have bothered me that it was another boy sucking on my cock, instead of a girl, but somehow it didn’t.  What did I care who was sucking my cock, so long as I enjoyed it.  And I was!  Brian’s mouth was warm and velvety, and his tongue stroked my glans repeatedly. He sucked and licked as though he had been born to it, then started to stroke my balls.  I felt myself starting to climax, braced myself for the feeling of shooting into a warm mouth for the first time, and then I let go.  He tried his best to keep all of it in his mouth, but soon he began to cough and splutter, and my jism ran from his lips onto his nice, clean T-shirt.  As I finished coming he sat back on his heels and shook his head, his eyes streaming tears.

I reached down and took hold of a handful of his bright blonde hair and pulled sharply.  He yelped with pain and fear, his eyes showing his terror as he looked at me.  “That was good, queer-boy, but next time, you swallow everything, got that?” I snarled.  He nodded, eyes wide. “And if you ever tell anyone about this, I’ll cut your fucking liver out, understand?” He nodded again. I let him go, then demanded my jeans back. He took them off slowly, and sadly, and handed them back to me. I pulled them on quickly and left, delighted to have found a new toy! 

Over the following few days I visited Brian regularly.  He was caught up in a mixture of adoration and sheer terror of me, and soon accepted my demands, whatever they were.  It was fun having a toy to play with again.  I’d become bored of tossing myself off after Lillian was taken away, and with Brian there was the added amusement of exploiting his growing infatuation with me.  He became pretty good at sucking my cock, and could bring me off in a couple of minutes, if I wanted a quick one.  As he was off school, I frequently spent a couple of hours with him every day, teasing and taunting him before he sucked me off.

One day, as he was licking my balls, he looked up and asked, “Johnny, when you’re having a wank, who do you think of?”

“All sorts of girls.  Some at school, others I know.  I imagine them doing what you’re doing now, before I stick my cock up their cunts.” I laughed.

“Want to know what I think about?” He asked, blushing.

“Yeah, go on, tell me.”

“I think about you.” He said, then ran his tongue over my balls again.

I laughed at his embarrassment, “So you think about me while you’re playing with your little cock, do you?  And what do you imagine me doing?”

“I pretend it’s you holding my cock, like you did the other day, and you stroke it and squeeze it until I come.” He said softly.

I grinned at him, “You want me to do that again?”

He looked up at me lovingly, “Oh yes please, Johnny.” He gasped.

“OK then.  Get all your clothes off and lie on the floor.” I told him. 

He sprang to his feet and stripped off completely, his cock twitching as he did so.  He lay on the floor and I knelt beside him.  He closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure as I took hold of his cock and began to pump it, then I ran my fingertip over his balls, feeling the skin tighten.  Within moments he was moaning with pleasure as his stiff little cock throbbed in my hand.  He thrust his hips up and down in time with my strokes, and then he let out a long, low moan and started to come.  His first spurt landed on his belly, then I aimed his cock higher and the next couple hit his chest.  I was hoping to get some on his face, but his spurts weren’t strong enough.  Finally he sighed happily and relaxed.

I let go of his cock and reached for his T-shirt.  As he watched with a contented smile on his face I wiped my fingers, then smiled at him.  “Now wipe that shit off your body and lick it all up.” I ordered.  He looked shocked, but did as I said, scooping up the globules of jism off his body and licking his fingers clean.  When he’d finished I grinned at him slyly, then said, “Now I want you to lick my arse while you stroke my cock.”  I turned my back on him and bent over, pushing my arse towards him.  He didn’t argue.  He climbed onto his knees and began to run his tongue along my crack, then pushed his hand between my legs and stroked my shaft.

“Get your tongue right in there.” I told him.  He took a deep breath, then began to ease his tongue right into my hole.  I don’t know which I enjoyed more, the feeling of his tongue licking my arse, or the power I had to make him do it!  I kept him at it for minutes and minutes, savouring the pleasure. Finally I let him stop and ordered him to suck me off.  As I turned to face him I could see that his cock was stiff again.  “You really enjoy this, don’t you?” I laughed.  He blushed deeply, then bowed his head and started to suck me hungrily.  “So what else do you fantasise about, apart from licking my arse and cock?” I taunted.

He pulled my cock from his mouth and said quietly, “I imagine that I have to go to the headmaster, because I’ve done something wrong, and he makes me take my trousers down, and then he canes my backside.” He looked deeply ashamed and embarrassed. 

I laughed heartily as he sucked away. “So you want to be caned like a naughty boy?” He looked up at me and nodded.  I grinned at him, an idea forming in my mind.  A few minutes later I came in his mouth, and like a good toy he swallowed every last drop.  Once I’d had my fun I got dressed and left, telling him that I’d be back soon.

A couple of days later I bunked off school and made my way to his house.  He looked delighted to see me, his eyes falling to my crotch as I went into his house.  “We’re going to play a little game today, Brian.”  I told him.  He looked at me with alarm and excitement in his eyes, “Go and put your school uniform on, and be quick about it.” 

He dashed away to his room without a word, and I went out to his father’s garden shed.  There I found exactly what I was looking for; a three foot length of garden cane. I went back into the house just as he came down. He stared at the cane with immediate understanding.  Although he was the same age as me, he was several inches shorter, and with a much lighter build.  In his nice, smart school uniform he looked much younger than me, his blonde hair adding to the impression of innocence.

“Now then, Brian, I hear you’ve been a naughty boy.” I grinned. He looked at the cane with wide, fearful eyes.  “Yes, a very naughty boy indeed.”

“Johnny, no …” He began to protest.

“Don’t you argue with me, boy.” I snapped, “You’re going to be punished, understand?”

“Johnny, wait, please….”

“You’re only making it worse for yourself, Brian.” I warned. He stared at me with his bright blue eyes, his mouth agape.  “Now fetch that chair into the middle of the room.” I ordered. He swallowed nervously, then dragged a dining chair into position.  “Right, now drop your trousers.” I said with a chuckle.  His resistance vanished and he unfastened his trousers and let them fall around his knees revealing his bright red underpants.  “Over the chair, then, boy.” I said.  He shuffled forward and bent over the chair.

I stepped up to him and ran my hand over his arse, “Red for danger?” I suggested with a laugh. He didn’t answer.  I pulled his pants down and placed the cane across his pale pink cheeks.  “This is for your own good, boy, understand?” I said, mockingly.

To my amazement he replied, “Yes, sir, sorry sir.”

I could hardly contain my laughter! I raised the cane and brought it down hard on his skin.  It sang as it swept through the air, then came to rest on his arse with a satisfying ‘thwack’!  He didn’t move for a second or so, and then he leapt up, his hands clutching his cheeks, dancing from foot to foot and gasping with pain, his semi-erect cock swaying from side to side.

“Back over the chair, boy!” I commanded.  With a groan of misery he re-took his place, his cheeks now marked with a hot, red stripe.  I gave him five more stinging strokes, and each time he gasped and moaned with pain.  By the time the sixth stroke hit he was crying freely, and his arse was an angry red cut through with dark welts.  “Let that be a lesson to you boy.” I said sternly.

“Yes sir.” He sobbed, then began to stand up, rubbing his scorched skin gingerly.

“Get back over the chair, I haven’t finished with you yet.” I barked.  He groaned with misery and pain and fell back over the chair. I stepped forward and ran my hand over his cheeks.  He flinched and whimpered at my touch, his skin felt incredibly hot.  I placed a hand on each cheek, then pulled them apart, exposing his puckered hole.  I grinned to myself, then placed a finger against his back door and pushed, as he moaned and sobbed softly. Instead of the expected tight resistance, my finger slipped easily into his hole.  I finger fucked him for a few moments, then said, “How come your arse is so slack, then, gay-boy?”

“I don’t know.” He whined.

“Yes you do.  What have you been putting up here? Have you been letting someone stick his cock into you?”

“No, Johnny, I promise I haven’t!” He gasped, looking ‘round at me fearfully.

His face was bright red and tear stained.  “So what have you been doing then?” I demanded, pushing my finger in as deep as I could.

“I put a candle up there a few times.” He whimpered.

I laughed out loud, “A candle? You mean you’ve been fucking your own arse with a candle?” He groaned and nodded slowly.  “But you were imagining it was a cock, right?” He nodded again.  “Whose cock?  Who did you pretend was fucking you?” I laughed, guessing the answer.

“You.” He whispered, then dropped his head.

I chuckled with delight, then pulled my finger out of his hole.  I could feel my cock swelling in my trousers and decided to have some more fun with him.  “Stay there.” I ordered, then went out to the kitchen.  I returned moments later with a pack of butter. He looked over his shoulder at me with wide eyes as I began to smear the butter onto his arse.  I worked my finger into him once more, this time greasing his hole thoroughly.  I opened my trousers and smeared some onto my cock, then stepped up to him.  “Looks like it’s going to be your lucky day, Brian!” I laughed as I placed the head of my cock against his sphincter.

He started to panic as I pressed my cock against his hole. “No, wait, Johnny, stop!” He whined. I ignored him and pressed harder, feeling the resistance against my cock. “Ahh, no, it hurts, stop it.” He cried, starting to rise.

“Shut the fuck up and keep still.” I shouted at him.  He froze in position.  I felt my cock start to enter him and he groaned with pain.

“Oh my God, Johnny, please stop, it hurts too much. Ahhhh! Owwwwww!”

I looked down and grinned with satisfaction as my cock slid into his tight hole.  It was the first time I’d fucked anyone since little Lillian, and it felt so good! His arse was even tighter than Lillian’s cunt, and he moaned and cried as I pushed in until I was in up to the hilt.  Then I grabbed hold of his hips and began to fuck him, slowly at first, and then faster and faster.  He cried and moaned continually, begging me to stop.  I just kept on driving into him.  After a couple of minutes I felt myself approaching orgasm.  “Here you go then, Brian, this is what you’ve been waiting for all this time!” I laughed, then started to empty myself into his bowels.  I stabbed my cock into him, driving as deep as I could, then held myself there as I shot my load.

Once I’d finished I pulled my cock out of him and grinned as he sighed with relief.  My cock was smeared with his blood and shit. I pulled his underpants up and wiped myself on them, leaving a greasy smear across the bright red fabric.  He lay across the chair gasping and sobbing, his arse still hot from the caning I’d given him.

“How was that for you, Brian?” I laughed as I put my cock away and walked calmly towards the door.  “Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you soon!”

I went back to his house the following day. He opened the door looking frightened. “Johnny, I don't want to do this any more.” He said nervously, holding up his hand to prevent me entering the house.

“Who fucking cares what you want?” I laughed, trying to push past him.

He pushed me back, “You can’t come in here. I won’t let you.” He cried.

In a single movement I grabbed him by the throat, pushed him back into the house and slammed the door behind me.  I pinned him up against the wall, he looked terrified.  “Listen to me you little arse-bandit, you’ll do what I say or you know what will happen, right?” I snarled.

He looked close to tears, “Please Johnny, don’t hurt me. I’m sorry.” He begged.

After a moment or two I let him go.  His shoulders sagged as he looked up at me, his eyes filled with tears.  “You going to be fucking stupid, or what?” I demanded.

“No Johnny, I’ll do what you want, only please don't hurt me.” He whimpered.

“Right, good.  Now get your things off and go and get the butter.” I said sharply.  He nodded sadly, then started to undress. As soon as he was naked he walked slowly to the kitchen. I went into the living room and waited for him.  He came in holding the butter, his cock half-erect.  “You must like this, look at that!” I said, pointing at his cock. He blushed deeply, but said nothing. “Right then, you can put some of that butter on your arse, then I want you to suck my cock until it’s nice and stiff, then you can grease it up too.”

He sank to his knees and began to rub the butter into his arse, sniffing away tears.  I opened my trousers and pulled them down, my cock already stiffening.  After a few moments he reached out and took hold of it, then began to suck it, wrapping his tongue around my glans.  As soon as I was fully erect he smeared butter along its’ length and across the head.  “Right, now bend over.” I ordered.  He did exactly as I said, even pulling his cheeks apart when I told him to.  His hole wasn’t quite as tight second time around, but it was still tight enough for me.  I loved the feeling of it gripping my shaft as I drove into him, and the sound of his gasps and moans.  As I fucked him I noticed his hand had crept between his legs and he was pumping his own cock in time to my thrusts.

“Enjoying yourself?” I asked with a snigger.  He groaned again, but kept on playing with himself.  A few moments later I came, and as I did so he gasped and started to shoot his load onto the carpet.  As I finished I pulled out of him and sighed happily, then as he recovered and began to stand up I said, “Come over here and lick my cock clean, you little queer, and then you’d better lick your jism off the carpet.  You don’t want mummy to find it there, do you?” I laughed.

With a groan of misery he crawled between my legs and began to lick my cock clean. He had a look of pure disgust on his face as he did so. I looked down at him and grinned with pure amusement.  What a good little toy he had become. When he started to lick around my glans I felt myself start to stiffen again.  Soon I was throbbing urgently, and he looked up at me questioningly.  “No, I’m not going to stick it up your arse again today.” I sneered, “You can suck me off instead.”  He heaved a sigh of relief, then went to work.  After a couple of minutes I came in his mouth and he swallowed my load without hesitation.  I left him following the last of my instructions and licking his own jism from the carpet.

I loved abusing Brian!  He was so easy to dominate, and he took to it so well.  After his initial attempt at resistance he accepted my authority without question.  It became kind of fun to see how far I could push him before he complained.  As school finished for the long summer break I started to spend a couple of hours or more every day tormenting him in his own home.  Sometimes I made him toss himself off into a glass, and then drink it. Sometimes I would piss in the glass too.  He would beg me not to make him drink it, and I would insist, and he’d do it!  I’d ordered him to be ready to take my cock up his arse whenever I wanted, and he obeyed faithfully. Whenever I arrived at his home I would find his tight little hole well lubed with Vaseline or something similar.

He still liked to have his arse caned, but not as much as he’d thought he would.  Frequently, after I’d beaten him he would cry like a girl and rub his cheeks miserably. It never did him any good.  I enjoyed watching the angry red welts rising on his pale skin, and the gasps and moans he emitted with each stroke.  As the summer progressed my torments and abuses of him grew more extreme.  Sometimes I would make him lie in the bath and masturbate while I pissed over him.  I always made sure to direct as much of my piss over his face as I could, ordering him to open his mouth and swallow.  In addition to fucking his tight arse, I also continued to enjoy the use of his mouth. On a few occasions when I let him suck me off I would pull out at the mast moment and shoot my jism across his surprised looking face. There were other times when I teased him by telling him he could fuck my arse, but he had to lick it first. I would keep him busy burying his tongue right up my tight hole for minutes at a time, then laugh and tell him I’d changed my mind.  He never did get to put his cock up me!

Once I made him shave off his pubic hair. He only had a little anyway, and I made him stand in the bathroom and shave it all off.  Once he’d finished he looked about eleven rather than fifteen. One evening I made him dress in short trousers and T-shirt and come with me to a part of the city notorious for gay cruising.  He looked absolutely terrified as I made him walk up and down the street for about half an hour being watched by a series of perverts keen to sample the delights of his young body.  Sometimes I made him go out without any underwear on, which he didn’t like, or with girls knickers on, which he absolutely hated.  It was fun to watch him squirm, or to hear him whine!

Also that summer I started to see Simon again. He was seventeen and was making a name for himself with some fairly heavy people. One night he came to the hideout looking for me.

“I hear you’re getting to be a bit of a tough guy.” He said.

“Only when I have to be.” I told him.

“That’s smart. I like that. Listen, how do you fancy doing a few little jobs for me? I need someone I know I can trust, and who can handle himself. You up for it?” He’d asked.

“How much is in it for me?” I demanded.

He’d grinned at that, “Enough, don’t worry, I’ll see you right.”

The ‘few little jobs’ Simon had in mind were basically shipping quantities of drugs around the city, from the main boss to the street dealers. I carried just about everything; heroin, cocaine, cannabis, amphetamine, the lot.  It paid well too, and soon I had got myself quite a stash together, enough in fact, to buy myself in at street level.  By the end of the summer I was dealing most types of stuff near to where I lived, and had plans to expand my network of users once school started again.

It was back at school that I met Sarah.  She was a new teacher at the school, newly qualified, as it turned out, and it was to be her job to keep me and the other undesirables in line.  As soon as she walked in that first day I felt my cock stir.  She was no more than twenty-two, and she looked like a throw-back to the days of flower power.   Her long, dark brown hair hung in ringlets framing her pretty face.  She wore long skirts almost to the floor, either made of velvet or with eastern patterns on them, and similar tops.  Despite the shapeless clothes she wore, I could see she had a good body on her. 

One of the first things she wanted to do was to speak to each of us, one-to-one. I took the opportunity to flirt with her, and to my surprise she played along, giggling deliciously at my jokes.  She insisted that we all call her by her first name, something unheard of at that school, and she tried her very best to be friends with us.  After a couple of weeks I stayed behind at lunch time to flirt with her some more.

“You got a boyfriend, Sarah?” I asked.

“Not any more, Johnny.” She said with a smile, “I was seeing someone, but it didn’t work out.  Bad karma, I suppose.”

I tried my best not to laugh at her hippie speak.  “So do you live alone, or do you share a flat or something?”

“I’ve got my own pad.” She said proudly, “All to myself.  It’s like my own private sanctum. I can really get myself together there, you know what I mean?”

I grinned, “Yeah, sure.”

“You got anywhere you can just be yourself?” She asked.

“You got to be joking!” I snorted, “Even my bedroom isn’t private. My aunt and uncle just walk in whenever they like.” This was a deliberate lie – no one ever went into my room, or showed any interest in doing so.

“Oh Johnny, that’s not good.” She said, a look of concern on her face, “Everyone should have their own space.”

“I guess so, but I’ve never really known what that feels like.” I said, fishing for sympathy.

She thought for a moment, then smiled, “You can have some of my space, if you like!”

“How do you mean?”

“If you need some space to yourself you could come to my pad. I don’t mind, honestly.” She said, her eyes bright, “Only, you wouldn’t be able to tell anyone.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, “The headmaster wouldn’t approve of students visiting teacher’s homes.”

“That would be great!” I said at once, feeling my cock stiffening, “When?”

“Whenever you like!” She said at once, then scribbled her address on a piece of paper, “Here, come ‘round any time Johnny.” She handed me the address.

“What, anytime at all?”

“Sure, why not? I hardly ever go out, and not many friends visit me, so it would be nice to have some company to share it with.”  I slipped the paper into my pocket and sidled off, plans already forming in my head.

I made my way to her flat that evening. It was a bedsit in a big old house which had been converted long ago.  It was in a run down area, and inside the front door the wallpaper and paint were peeling away. She looked pleased to see me, and invited me in at once. I followed her though her front door and into her room.  The place stank of incense, there were psychedelic posters on the wall and Indian music played quietly in the background.  “Take a seat, Johnny.” She said, indicating a few bean bags which were lying around on the floor.  There were no other chairs to be seen, even her bed was just a mattress on the floor.  “Would you like a glass of wine?” She offered.

“Great, thanks Sarah.” She handed me a glass of yellowish liquid. It smelled awful and tasted worse.  As soon as I took a mouthful I gagged.

She giggled a little, “Sorry Johnny, I should have warned you, parsnip wine isn’t to everyone’s taste. I make it myself.  Saves money.”   She carried on sipping the awful wine, refilling her glass two or three times as we talked.  After about an hour she was giggling constantly, flirting with me.  She slowly moved closer and closer to me as we talked, I felt my cock rising as she came within arms length of me. She leaned forward to say something to me, then fell against me as the wine caused her to overbalance.  She giggled some more, then looked up at me, a smile on her face. I leaned down and kissed her, expecting a rebuke. To my delight she kissed me back, her tongue forcing its’ way into my mouth.

I stroked her tits, firm and high on her chest.  She didn’t object. I pushed my hand up her T-shirt, then pushed her bra up.  She kissed me even deeper.  I felt her nipples stiffening as I played with them. I couldn’t believe my luck!  After a few minutes of playing with her tits I let my hand drop and started to rub her thigh.  I was inching higher up her leg when she suddenly put her hand over mine and broke our kiss. I was convinced that the fun was over, but instead she looked into my eyes and said softly, “Is this your first time, Johnny?”

“No.” I said at once.

She smiled at me, obviously disbelieving me, shrugged and said, “OK, if you like.”  She climbed onto her knees and pulled her T-shirt over her head.  As she did I saw dark clumps of hair under her arms, then she threw her bra aside.  Her tits were round and firm, her dark brown nipples contrasting against the milky whiteness of her skin.  She stood up unsteadily and held out her hand.  “Why don’t we go over to the bed?” She said gently. I took her hand and stood up, letting her lead me to the bed.  She turned and kissed me again, then stepped back and slipped her skirt and knickers down in a single movement.  “Come on then, Johnny, don’t keep a girl waiting!” She giggled as she fell onto the bed.

I started to strip off my clothes as fast as I could, still hardly able to believe she was going to let me fuck her. I lay down next to her and started to stroke her thick bush.  She sighed happily, then spread her thighs to allow me easier access to her pussy. She had the thickest bush I’d ever seen!  Dark, wiry hair covered her entire mound, along her slit and even onto the top of her thighs.  She gasped as I ran my finger along her slit, then moaned softly as I started to gently rub her clit. I could feel her pussy becoming wet, and when I slipped my finger into her she gasped, “Ohhhh, yesssss!”

She reached out and grabbed my cock, stroking it, then pulled me gently towards her. I rolled on top of her and she guided my cock into her pussy. I drove in deeply, then started to fuck her vigorously.  My God, it felt good to have my cock in a pussy again!  Brian had his uses, but the feeling as her pussy contracted around my cock was enough to have me on the brink or orgasm almost at once.  I held off as long as I could, which wasn’t that long, then I groaned and emptied myself into her.  She sighed with pleasure as she felt my jism shooting into her, and then I rolled off her and lay on my back panting for breath.

She turned to face me and wrapped her arms around my body, “Ooooh, that was nice!” She giggled.  We lay together for a few minutes, the she reached out and started to stroke my cock again. Soon it was stiff and throbbing in her hand.  She looked down at it and purred, “Mmmmmm! Who’s a big boy then!”, then giggled again.  I rolled on top of her again and slipped my cock into her once more.  This time I was able to last much longer, driving my shaft into her continually until she gasped and started to climax.  “Oh God yes!” She shrieked as she bucked and writhed under me.  A few moments later I came again, dumping another load into her.

I rolled off her and stood up, began to dress.  She stayed exactly where I’d left her, on her back, legs wide apart. I could see my jism leaking from her hairy cunt and grinned to myself with satisfaction.  She looked up at me with glazed eyes, “Johnny, do you have to go?” She whined. I nodded.  “Can’t you stay the night?” I shook my head. She pouted like a spoilt child, “Oh well, ok then, if you have to go. You will come and see me again soon, though, won’t you Johnny?”

“You bet!” I grinned and made for the door.

The following morning she came rushing up to me before I even made it to the building we used for lessons. She grabbed me by the arm and took me to a small store room at the end of the corridor.  Once we were inside, she closed the door and turned to me with a panicked look on her face.  “Johnny, you didn’t tell anyone did you? About last night?”

“No, no one, why?” I grinned.

“Because it shouldn’t have happened that’s why!” She gasped, “I could get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out.”

She had my undivided attention! “I don’t see why.” I said, playing dumb.

“Well I’m your teacher, aren’t I? And, you’re under age. My God, if anyone found out I’d never work in teaching again.  You must promise not to tell anyone, Johnny, not ever.”  She gripped my arms, staring wildly into my eyes.

“OK Sarah, I promise.” I said at once.  She heaved a sigh of relief.  “So that means you’re sorry it happened?  You didn’t want it to happen at all?” I asked.

She thought for a moment, “No, I’m not sorry it happened.  I really enjoyed it. I just wish you were sixteen and went to a different school, that’s all.” She smiled.

“So can I come ‘round again soon?” I said with a grin, reaching out my hand to stroke her tits.

She drew in a sharp breath, made a half-hearted attempt to brush my hand away, “Do you want to come ‘round again?”

I ran my thumb over her nipple, feeling it stiffen, “I’d really like that.”

She frowned with concentration, then grabbed my hand and held it away from her tit, “You really, really promise you won’t tell anyone?” She said.

I grinned at her, “Cross my heart and hope to die!”

I felt her grip on my hand loosen, “Well in that case, you can come ‘round whenever you want!” She grinned.

“Great, see you tonight then!” I grinned back.

All day I watched her in class, remembering how she looked when I’d left the previous evening, stark naked with my jism leaking out of her. I kept grinning to myself, and whenever we made eye contact she smiled.  I went to her bedsit that night and she practically threw herself at me.  As soon as I closed the door behind me she was in my arms, kissing me hotly, her tongue darting into my mouth.  She rubbed her hand on my crotch, then sighed as I started to cup and squeeze her tits.  Within a few seconds we were both naked and making for the bed.  She lay down and spread her legs wide apart and I quickly positioned myself on top of her.  She sighed and moaned as I slipped my cock into her already wet pussy, driving in up to the hilt.  Moments later she climaxed, her arms clutching tightly around my neck.  I had her three times that evening, making her come at least that many times.

It quickly became a regular thing. I’d finish making my sales around the estate, then go to her dingy little bedsit, where I’d fuck her for hours on end in every position I could imagine.  Most evenings I took a little cannabis for her, which she insisted on calling ‘pot’.  I’d fuck her, then hand over the stuff.  She’d roll herself a joint, smoke it, then we’d fuck some more.  She loved fucking easily as much as me, and was always ready for some cock, or any other type of fun. On one of the first times I went with her I tried to go down on her.  I wanted to know if a woman’s cunt tasted the same as little Lillian’s had.  I gave up after a short time due to the thick, dense bush of pubes surrounding her pussy.  I’d suggested that she might give her pussy a trim. 

“But that would be like making me into something I’m not, wouldn’t it?” She argued, “I couldn’t do that. It would be like betraying myself.”

I had to content myself with stroking her pussy and fucking her to my heart’s content.  She never objected, never refused me, although she would never agree to do anything at school. This started to annoy me, so I hatched a plan.  One lunch time I stayed behind after the others left.  I went over to her and started to stroke her hair.

“Johnny don’t, you know we can’t do anything here.” She moaned.

“Why not? No one’s here. No one will know.” I said, running my hand down her neck.

“It’s too risky.” She moaned.  I stood behind her, rested my hands on her shoulders, then slowly slid them down and squeezed her tits.  She moaned softly, I could feel her nipples stiffening.  She started to give in to my coaxing, then suddenly she stood up. She turned to face me and pushed me away. “I said ‘no’!” She snapped.

I grabbed her wrist, twisting it suddenly.  She turned instinctively, and I pushed her up against her desk.  She fell forward, face down on the desk, too shocked to speak. I held her down, then started to lift her skirt.  She realised what was about to happen at once, started to struggle, “Johnny, no. No!” She shrieked.

I dragged her skirt up to her waist, pulled her knickers aside and freed my cock.  I placed it against her slit, feeling its’ wetness on my glans, and pushed it home.  She grunted and groaned as I stabbed my cock into her, still struggling. “Johnny please stop.” She cried out.  I ignored her completely, carried on fucking her ruthlessly.  After a minute or so she started to pant and moan as she always did when she was approaching orgasm.  I felt my jism welling up inside me and increased speed.  She responded at once, groaning loudly.  When I came inside her she wailed with pleasure as her own orgasm started.  After I’d finished I calmly slipped my cock from her, fastened my trousers and walked from the classroom, leaving her gasping for breath lying across her desk, skirt up and knickers still pulled aside.  All afternoon she avoided making eye contact with me. I kept thinking of her cunt, full of my jism, and grinned to myself.

As soon as the bell went to signal end of school she left the classroom.  I made my way home, selling some stuff to some of my customers as I went, then later on I made my way to her place.  I let myself in with the key she had given me.  I found her lying on the bed crying.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

She turned on me with an angry look in her eye.  “What’s wrong? What you did to me today, that’s what’s wrong!” She shrieked.

“What’s your problem? You liked it enough to come!” I laughed.

She flew at me, screaming “You dirty, arrogant bastard. When I say no, I mean no!”

She looked so ridiculous standing and yelling at me with her hippie clothes on that I burst out laughing.  She screamed at me, then slapped me across the face.  I reacted instinctively, punching her under her ribs. She fell like a stone, coughing and spluttering, fighting for her breath. I felt my anger start to recede, but I still grabbed hold of her by the hair and growled into her ear, “You ever do that again and I’ll beat you until you can’t remember your own fucking name, you got that?”

She started to sob, “Please Johnny, don’t hurt me. Please Johnny, please.”

I let go of her hair and she fell to the floor, sobbing and coughing.  “You should be more careful what you say and what you do.” I told her.  “Just because you didn’t get your own way, doesn’t mean you can speak to me like that or treat me like that, got it?”

She looked up at me incredulous. “Didn’t get my own way? You raped me, you bastard, right there in my own classroom, you raped me.” She yelled, “I told you ‘no’ but you went ahead and did it.”

“It wasn’t rape.” I said calmly.

“No? What was it then? I said ‘no’ and you forced me, what’s that if not rape?”

“Yeah, but you enjoyed it, didn’t you? You came. I heard you.” I grinned at her. Her face went an angry red. “But if you think you were raped, then go to the police. Go and tell them how I raped you at school and then explain why it took you six hours to report it to them.  Tell them why you didn’t scream the place down, right there and then.  And then you can tell them how we’ve been fucking ourselves stupid for the last few weeks.  What do you think will happen then, Sarah?”

She wiped her hands across her face, “You bastard!” She spat.

“I’ve warned you once about speaking to me like that, bitch. Any more, and I’ll teach you a real lesson.”

“Yeah? What you going to do, beat me up again?” She sneered.

“No, I’ll go to the police myself.  I’ll tell them how I’ve been used by my teacher. How she tricked me into going to her flat, and then she gave me wine and we screwed.  I’ll tell them how we’ve done it loads of times, how you even gave me a key to your place so I could let myself in and fuck you anytime I wanted.” She stared at me with horror.  “I bet the first thing they’ll do is tell the headmaster.  They won’t let you keep your job then, will they? You’ll be out on your arse right away.  Can’t have teachers fucking the kids, can we? That’s not nice, is it?” I laughed.

“You wouldn’t.” She said, challengingly, even as she spoke I could see in her eyes she didn’t believe it.

“Why wouldn’t I?  I’ve got nothing to lose.  In fact, once it gets ‘round the school I’ve been fucking my teacher I’ll be the main man!” I chuckled.

She mulled things over in her mind for a few moments. “Look, Johnny, maybe it’s time we stopped what we’re doing anyway, yes? I mean, you should have someone your own age, someone you have more in common with? Let’s just call an end to it all now. No hard feelings, hey?” She smiled sweetly and held out her hand.

“Yeah, sure, no problems Sarah.  Good luck with the court case.” I said with a sly grin.

“Court case? What court case?” She gasped.

“The one you’ll be in when I leave here and go to the police, of course!” I laughed, “There’s no reason for me not to, is there?  They’ll probably come and arrest you tonight, or tomorrow in school.  Once it gets out you’ve been fucking one of your pupils you’ll be in serious trouble.  That and the drugs of course!”

“Drugs? I don’t understand Johnny, what are you talking about?”  She looked scared.

“Well every now and again, when you’ve been getting stoned, I’ve hidden some stuff around the place.  The police will find it of course, and then you’ll never get near a teaching job ever again.  See you Sarah, and thanks for the ride!”  I turned and walked casually from the bedsit, leaving her in a state of panic.

She caught up with me just as I left the building.  “Johnny, wait!” She called urgently.  I carried on walking, making her come after me.  She ran after me and caught hold of my arm, “Johnny, please wait.  Let me talk to you, please. Please.”

I stopped and looked at her.  She was very close to tears, her eyes darting around frantically.  “What do you want, Sarah?”

“You’re not really going to the police, are you?” She begged. I nodded with a grin.  “But why? I haven’t done anything to you, and I thought we had a good time.  Why are you doing this, Johnny, why?”

“We did have a good time, yes.  But then you started with all that rape crap, and then you decided you wanted out.  I didn’t want out. I want to have some more fun.” I laughed.

“Maybe I was a bit hasty.” She said at once, “I mean, in the heat of the moment and all that.  We can still have fun, if you want to Johnny.” She took hold of my hand, squeezed it suggestively.  “Why don’t you come back inside and we can talk about it?”

“It’s too late for that, Sarah.” I said coolly.

“No it’s not! It isn’t. No one knows anything, so there’s no harm done. Come back inside Johnny? Come and have some fun with me?” She begged.

“Well if I do.” I said slowly, “Then it will have to be on my terms, you know.”

“Yes, yes, ok, Johnny, anything, just come back inside please.” She whined.

I shrugged, “OK then, let’s go inside and talk.”

We went back into her bedsit.  As soon as the door was closed behind us she came to me.  I pushed her away firmly.  She looked at me utterly confused.  “Johnny, what’s going on? I thought we were going to have some fun?”

“Oh we are.” I grinned, “But remember, I said it would have to be on my terms, right?”

She eyed me warily, “So what are your terms?”

“You‘ll do whatever I say, and you’ll let me do whatever I want to you, ok?”

She shook her head vehemently, “That would be like slavery.  I couldn’t do that.”

“Fine, I’ll leave you to wait for the police then.” I said, making for the door once more.

“No wait!” She yelped, throwing herself between me and the door, “OK, I’ll do whatever you want Johnny, happy now?”

I smiled happily, “Clever move Sarah.  Right then, get your things off.”   She quickly undressed and stood before me naked. Her small, firm tits were still rising and falling rapidly, her nipples stiffening.  “OK, now here’s what I want you to do first, ready?” She nodded.  “When I’m gone tonight, I want you to get rid of all that horrible fucking hair you’ve got sprouting all over the place.  I want you to shave your armpits and then do your cunt as well, got that?”

“You want me to shave my quim?” She gasped, “No. I won’t do it.” Her jaw jutted defiantly.

I grabbed hold of her hair, dragging her across the room and pinning her against the wall. “Listen, you stupid bitch, you’re going to do as I tell you, or I’ll report you to the police.  Once they get done with you, you’ll be doing time for having sex with a minor and possession of drugs. You’ll get prison for sure, and there’ll be any number of butch lesbos in there who’ll shave your cunt for you.  Now are you going to do as you’re told, or what?”

She started to cry.  I’d made my point, though. I bent her over a chair, dropped my trousers and fucked her.  She cried and sobbed all the way through, but I didn’t care.  Just for fun, when I came I pulled out and sprayed my jism over her back.  She groaned and shuddered as the hot, sticky liquid hit her skin.  Then I left her to think things through.

The following morning at school I caught up with her as she was making her way to the classroom. I took her firmly by the arm and led her to the storeroom we’d used for our little chat after our first session.  She let me lead her without protest, looking up at me with big, fearful eyes. Once inside I closed the door firmly behind us, then turned to her.  “Did you do as I told you?” I demanded.

She started to beg and whine, “Please Johnny, don’t be mean to me.  I’ll do anything else you say, honest I will, but don’t make me do that. It would take away my identity, make me into something I’m not. Please Johnny?” Tears had started to run down her face.

“So you didn’t do it then?” I snapped, “You’ve still got that big fucking hairy bush?”

She flinched at my words, then nodded sadly.

I pushed her back against the wall then pulled up her skirt and dragged her knickers down.  She yelped with alarm but did nothing to stop me.  She had been telling me the truth, of course. Her cunt was still covered in a thick mat of pubic hair. I took hold of several strands between thumb and forefinger and pulled hard.  She gasped with pain and pushed her hips forward in a desperate attempt to ease the pain.  “I’m sick of fucking a bush monster.” I snarled, “Now either you get rid of it, or I’ll stop fucking you altogether. And you know what that means, don’t you?” I warned.  She sniffed miserably, then nodded slowly.  “Good. Now I’ll be ‘round to your place tonight. Make sure it’s done by then, or else, got that?”

“Yes Johnny.” She sobbed.

I turned and walked away, leaving the door of the storeroom open as I left. I heard her gasp with alarm as she realised how exposed she was, then the door slammed behind me. 

It was obvious how much stress she was under for the rest of the morning.  She kept losing her way in lessons, and appeared distracted. As the rest of the class filed out at lunchtime I hung back, intending to have some fun with her.  I went back into the room to find her wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.  She flinched and backed away as she saw me walk through the door.  “Oh no, please not, Johnny, not again. Not here, please?” She moaned.

“Relax Sarah, I don’t want to fuck you.” I smiled.  She heaved a sigh of relief and sank down in her seat.  “No, I told you I’m not going to fuck you again until you get rid of that bush.” I reminded her, “But there’s still something you can do for me.”  She looked at me questioningly as I started to open my trousers.  “Yes, Sarah, I thought it would be nice if you were to suck me off for a change.” I said casually.

She looked horrified, “What?” She gasped, “But I can’t, I mean, I don’t, I mean, I, er, look, Johnny, please don't do this to me.”

I sat down in a chair with a sigh, my trousers open and my cock hanging out. “I’m waiting, Sarah.  Don’t make me tell you again.”  Her bottom lip was trembling as she stood up and walked slowly towards me.  She stood awkwardly for a moment. “It’s probably better if you get on your knees.” I told her.  With a look of utter revulsion on her face she fell to her knees between my open thighs.  She leaned forward slowly, then gingerly took my cock into her mouth, began to suck with obvious displeasure.  “That’s not bad, Sarah, but I’m sure you can do better than that.” I chuckled, “Get your tongue to work and really put some effort into it.”

She closed her eyes and went to work.  Soon my cock was swelling in her pretty mouth.  She grunted and groaned as she sucked, tears still flowing down her face. Every once in a while I would thrust my hips forward, pushing my cock to her throat, making her cough and gag.  After several minutes I felt myself start to come. I grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her face down onto my cock, then started to shoot my jism into her mouth.  She struggled to get away, coughing and moaning, then spluttering noisily as she tried to avoid swallowing my load.  After a couple of seconds she gave up, her eyes bulging, swallowing and retching.

As soon as I had finished I released my grip.  She pulled away at once, crawled over to the bin and vomited into it, her body racked with sobs and retching.  She finally sat up, her face red and blotchy, covered in tears, jism and snot.  She looked up at me, still sobbing and coughing.  “That was nice, Sarah, but I’m sure you’ll get better at it.” I grinned, “Now you might want to wash your face before afternoon classes. Oh, and don’t forget to be ready for me tonight, ok?”

I walked out.  I decided to miss the afternoon classes.

After selling to a few customers that evening, I made my way over to her bedsit and let myself in as usual.  She looked nervous as I walked casually into her home, looking at me with timid eyes.  “Did you do it?” I asked simply.

She blushed and nodded, “Yes.” She said, her voice almost a whisper.

I felt my cock twitch.  “Let’s have a look then!” I laughed.

She stood up, sighed heavily, then pulled off her T-shirt, I could see at once she had shaved her underarms, and my cock started to swell in anticipation. Next she let her skirt fall to the floor. She stood there for a moment or two in just a pair of faded blue knickers, then with another sigh, she pushed them down and stepped out of them, covering her mound with both hands.

“Come here.” I ordered. She walked reluctantly across the room and stood in front of me. “On the bed.” I said.  She lay down, still covering her mound with her hands.  “Right then, let’s have a look at you.” I said with a grin. I reached out and pushed her legs apart.  She still covered herself.  With another grin I reached out, took hold of her hands and pulled them away.

She was completely bare  “Jesus Christ, that’s fantastic!” I gasped.  She half-laughed, half sobbed.  Her pussy was stunningly beautiful.  Her lips met perfectly, her inner lips completely covered, and I could just see the base of her clit before it too disappeared inside her folds.  I stroked her mound with my fingertips, her skin was wonderfully smooth.  She whimpered a little as I stroked her exposed flesh, then started to squirm as I stroked my fingertip along her slit.  “Now why did you want to cover this up with all that fucking hair?” I asked.

“I don’t know. It just felt right.”  She whined, “Do you like it, Johnny?”

“Like it? I fucking love it!” I laughed as I lowered my face towards her slit. I ran my tongue along her lips, smiling to myself as she sighed with relief, embarrassment and growing arousal. Then I pushed my tongue between her lips, found her clit and began to lick and suck the little nub. 

She let out a long, low moan, “Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh God! Oh that’s lovely Johnny!” She sang as I sucked her stiff bud.  She tasted delicious” I definitely liked the taste of pussy.  Made up my mind right there and then that I would taste as many as I could for the rest of my life!  I pushed my tongue into her pussy.  She groaned and writhed around, pushing her hips up to meet my face.  With my tongue buried deep in her I started to stroke her clit with my finger.  She responded at once, “Oh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Oh yes!  Mmmmmmmmm!  Oh Jesus! Oh Christ, Johnny, I think I’m coming! Oh God yes! Oh my God, yes! Ohhhhhahhhhhhhhhh!”  She ran her fingers through my hair and rubbed her pussy on my face. I was filled with the taste and smell of her, and savoured every moment!

Afterwards I lay back and lit a cigarette, she curled into me like a small child.  “Johnny?” She said timidly, after a few moments, “No one ever did that for me before, not like that.

“I’m not surprised with the rug you had down there!” I laughed.

She punched me playfully, “Don’t be rude!” She giggled.  “Only a couple of boys ever even tried that on me, but they didn’t do it for long, and they never made me feel like they were enjoying it. You did enjoy it, didn’t you?”

“I love the taste of pussy!” I smiled, “Can’t get enough of it.”

She smiled at me.  “You know today, at lunch time, when you made me do that to you?”

“Yes?”

“Well, I’ve only ever done that a couple of times before, and I never really liked it.  It was always what boys I went out with wanted. They were always asking me to do that, and when I wouldn’t they finished with me.  That’s what happened with the last one.  He kept asking me to do it, almost begging, and when I wouldn’t do it, he broke up with me.”

“So?” I asked.

“So when you told me to do that, well it felt like kind of the same old thing all over again.  And I didn’t like it when you came, I mean when you held me there, and I sort of panicked, I couldn’t breathe, you see?” She said softly, still clinging to me.  “Any way, after the way you’ve made me feel tonight, I’ll, er, I mean, if you want me to, I’ll do it for you, Johnny.”

“How about you do it for a bit, then get on top?” I suggested.

She grinned back at me, her eyes glittering, “Ooooh! That sounds like a good idea!” She said at once, moving down my body.  She pulled open my trousers then began to suck and lick my cock, which was already stiff.  After a few moments she paused. “You’ve got a nice one, you know?” She said with a smile, “I like him!” Then she went back to work.

After a few more minutes my cock was throbbing.  She moved up the bed, threw her leg across me and lowered herself down onto it.  She sighed with pleasure as she drove my cock into her, then began to ride me urgently. I reached up and stroked her tits, squeezing her nipples gently.  Soon she was gasping and moaning, her face contorted with concentration as she built towards another climax.  “Come in me, Johnny!” She whispered, “Shoot it all inside me!”  Seconds later I did, shooting spurt after spurt into her hot gash as she writhed and wriggled around on top of me, driving herself to orgasm.

Afterwards she giggled with delight as I handed over some cannabis for her.  She quickly set about rolling a joint, then lit it and inhaled deeply.  She groaned with satisfaction as she exhaled, feeling the drug start to take effect.  “You always bring me good shit, Johnny!” She purred.

“Keep being nice to me and there’ll be plenty more.” I told her, “But if you start to argue with me, there’ll be no more dope, and plenty more pain, see?”

She nodded seriously, “I’ll do whatever you want, Johnny, honestly I will.” She said, then took another deep pull on the joint.  I got up and started to dress.  “Why do you always have to go, Johnny?” She whined, “Why can’t you stay here?”

“My aunt and uncle would want to know all about where I was.  You wouldn’t want them asking questions, would you?”

Her eyes opened wide, “Oh no, Johnny, I wouldn’t want that.”  Then she started to giggle.

I made my way back to my aunt and uncle’s place, and as soon as I walked through the door I could sense the tension and atmosphere.  My uncle immediately directed some of his anger at me.  “Where the hell have you been to, boy?” He yelled.

“Just out at a friend’s.” I said simply.

He looked at me like I was pure dirt. “You treat this place like a bloody hotel.  Get up to your room and tidy it up, you dirty little bugger, make yourself useful for a change.”

I wasn’t about to hang around to argue with him.  I left the room at once, noting how my aunt was just standing around, as though I’d interrupted something. I found my cousin, Tabitha, lurking half way up the stairs.  “Trust you to arrive just when it was becoming interesting.” She said with disgust.

“What do you mean, what’s going on?” I said.

“They’re having a row, stupid.” She sneered, “Can’t you feel the atmosphere?”

I shrugged and carried on past her. They could kill each other as far as I was concerned.  Before I reached the top of the stairs, though, I could hear their raised voices.  She was right, they were having a massive row.  I grinned to myself, happy at the thought of them being miserable.  As I reached the top of the stairs I turned to look down at Tabitha.  She had recently turned seventeen, and although I loathed and despised her, I cold still appreciate her fine body.  She had her mother’s blonde hair and blue eyes, but where my aunt was plump and curvy, Tabitha was lean and lithe, with large, firm tits. Long legs and a tight arse.  As I watched she leaned over the banister to listen to what her parents were saying to each other, presenting her arse perfectly for my inspection.  I found myself wondering what she would be like to fuck.  Feeling my cock twitch, I made my way to bed and tossed myself off imagining her naked.

At school the following morning I took Sarah to the store room before lessons started.  “Lift your skirt up and drop your knickers, I want to have another look at you.” I told her.  I grinned with satisfaction as my young teacher did precisely as I’d instructed, lifting her flowery cotton skirt and pushing her knickers down.  I stroked her smooth pussy once more, slipping my fingers between her legs and stroking her lips. I quickly found her clit, began to stroke and tease it. She sighed happily, then gently pushed my hand away.

“Please stop now Johnny, I won’t be able to concentrate!” She smiled.

I smiled back, then had a mischievous idea. “Take your knickers off and give them to me.” I said.  She gasped with shock, a protest forming on her lips.  She took one look at my face and decided argument was useless. With a sigh she let her faded, grey / white knickers fall to her feet and stepped out of them. She picked them up and handed them to me.  “Good. Now you can stay like that for the rest of the day.”

“But Johnny, it’ll be really uncomfortable. I never go without, never.” She whined, “Can’t I have them back, please?”

“No. You can go bare arsed for today, and every time you feel a draught on your pussy, you can think of me!” I giggled.  She blushed deliciously, then smoothed her skirt down without further comment.  I watched her with amusement for the rest of the morning.  Every now and then she would glance across at me, her face would colour and I knew she was thinking about my tongue or cock being buried in her hot snatch. 

At lunch time I stayed behind in class, then sat back in her seat and watched as she lovingly sucked and licked my cock.  “How’s it been for you this morning, your pussy getting wet?” I laughed.

She gasped and sighed, “Oh Johnny, it’s been awful.” She moaned, “Every time I moved I could feel the air brushing against my pussy. Oh God, I wanted you so badly!”

“And how are you feeling now? Still randy?”

“Mmmmmmm!” She groaned, her mouth full of my cock.

“So why don’t you climb aboard?” I grinned.

She looked up sharply, then glanced around anxiously.  “Do you really think it would be ok?” She said in a whisper.  I smiled at her and nodded.  That was all the encouragement she needed.  She stood up and lifted her skirt, then straddled me.  Her slit looked wet and swollen.  She grasped my cock and sank down, positioning my glans between her lips, then with one last look around to convince herself it was safe she began to push her hips down, easing my cock into her wet hole.  She sighed happily as my cock went deeper and deeper, then the started to rock her hips, fucking me faster and faster.

She threw her arms around my neck, began to kiss and lick my ear, “Oh Johnny, this is so naughty!” She giggled, “Oh my God, you feel good!”  She gasped and moaned softly, riding my cock with increasing urgency.  “Are you going to come in me, Johnny?” She whined, “Shoot all your lovely stuff right up inside me?  Are you close, Johnny?  Give it to me. I want to feel your cock  shooting into me. Oh God, Johnny! Oh yes! Yes! Yes!”  She drove her hips down onto me, grinding her pussy down onto my cock.  As she climaxed I felt the walls of her pussy contract, gripping my shaft tightly.  I started to come, shooting streams of jism into her and she gasped with spurt, “Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahhhhhh!”

After I’d finished she stood up and looked around once more to make sure we hadn’t been seen, quickly smoothing her skirt down over her pussy.  “Oh wow!” She giggled, “That was just fantastic, wasn’t it?” I grunted in agreement, fastening my trousers.  “Johnny, can I have my knickers back now please?” She begged, smiling shyly.

“No.” I grinned, “You can stay like that for the rest of the day.  I want you to feel my jism leaking out of your cunt.  Then you’ll remember how it felt to fuck in your classroom, got that?”

She gasped and blushed deeply, “Whatever you say, Johnny.” She said softly.

I made for the door, “I won’t be here this afternoon, I’ve got some things to take care of.  I’ll see you tonight, at your place, ok?”  She nodded, looking disappointed.

I left school and made my way over to see Frankie.  He was the main boss in the city, he controlled most of the drug trade, plus a few other things besides.  Simon had introduced me to him when I started to deal on the streets, and I’d already done a few delivery jobs for him. I asked no questions, which he liked, and never complained or argued about whatever it was he wanted me to do.  Simon had told me he had another job for me that afternoon, and I made sure to arrive in plenty of time.  Frankie wasn’t the sort of guy you kept hanging around.

I was shown into his office in the back of a private drinking club in the city centre.  As usual he had plenty of people around him, mostly heavies; big, muscular guys who were there to make sure no one bothered ‘the boss’, but there were a few tasty looking women there too. I stood in front of his desk while he finished a phone call.  Then he looked up at me and grinned.  “How you doin’ kid?”

“I’m good, thanks boss.” I said respectfully.

“So I hear, kid!” He chuckled, “How old are you?”

“Fifteen, nearly sixteen.”

“Fifteen hey? And you’ve already got a good supply business going on, I hear.” I shrugged and smiled at him.  “That’s good. Simon says you’re one to watch for the future.  What do you want to do with yourself?”

“I don’t know, boss.” I answered truthfully, “I mean, I’d like to work for you, if you could use me.”

He smiled at me, “I can always use people with talent.  But you’re still a bit young.  What do you want to do for the next year or so?”

I thought fast, this could be a major opportunity for me.  “I guess I’d like to go up a level, move away from the street dealing.”

He grinned again, “Smart move, kid.  Trouble is, for that kind of move you’ve got to have your own money to put up front. Now if you have that, then I’ll find you a nice area of your own.”

“How much would I need?” I asked at once, my heart beating fast.

He shrugged, “About twenty grand would do it.”  I felt my heart sink. “You got that kind of money, kid?”

“No boss.” I said sadly.

He chuckled, “No, didn’t think so.  You carry on working them streets, kid, and if you get a wedge that size together soon come and see me, ok?”  I nodded dully, thinking I’d never get that kind of money selling a few deals to kids around my estate.  Frankie went on to tell me about the job he wanted me to do that afternoon, a simple delivery job across town.  I took the package, made the drop and headed home.

It was still early in the afternoon when I got back to my aunt and uncle’s place.  I was expecting the place to be empty, but instead I found my aunt’s car parked on the drive, together with another one I hadn’t seen before. I sneaked into the house as quietly as I could.  I could hear voices coming from the kitchen and crept closer so I could hear what was being said. Straight away I could hear my aunt’s voice.  She sounded worried.

“I tell you Giles, he knows.” She said anxiously, “Christ, he’s been asking so many questions lately, and when I can’t answer them there’s a God awful row.  We’ve done nothing else but argue for weeks.  He must know.”

“He knows nothing.” A male voice said.  “He may have his suspicions, but he doesn’t know anything, because I’ve hidden all the traces.” The man laughed.

“But Giles, what are we going to do if he finds out?” She asked. She sounded almost hysterical.

“He won’t find out. I do the books, remember? Even if he took them to another accountant, he still wouldn’t find out, because I’m too clever to leave any trail of clues.”  He laughed again. “No, James won’t ever find out, so stop worrying.  Listen, in six months time we’ll have creamed off at least half a million.  It’s all safely hidden away in an off shore account where he’ll never find it.  And then it’ll be time for him to meet with a nasty accident.”

My aunt gasped, “You mean …?”

“I mean bye bye, Jimbo!” He laughed.  “I thought maybe a brakes failure on his car. Something permanent.”

“Christ, Giles, you’re serious, aren’t you?”

I listened in total fascination as my aunt, and this unknown man, discussed how they were going to screw my uncle out of half a million, and then arrange for his death.

“You’re always saying how you can’t stand him.” Giles continued, “How he makes your skin crawl, and how you dream of the two of us being together.  Well here’s a perfect opportunity. You don't worry about anything, I’ll arrange for the money to be siphoned off, and then I’ll speak to some people I know who can arrange for the accident.  Simple!”

I moved slightly to get closer and knocked against a table.  The two voices stopped at once.

“What was that?” Giles demanded.  The kitchen door opened suddenly and a large, dark haired man stood there. He wore a shirt and trousers, but no tie, shoes or socks. Behind him I could see my aunt wearing a blue satin robe.  “Who the hell are you?” He yelled.

“Giles, it’s ok.” My aunt said at once, “It’s only Johnny, my sister’s son. I told you about him, remember?”

He glared at me.  “How long have you been lurking there?” He snapped.

I felt my heart racing, “Long enough.” I said simply.

“What the bloody hell does that mean?” He barked.

I walked casually into the kitchen, past my aunt, who looked at me with a mixture of loathing and panic.  “Long enough to hear about you screwing my uncle out of half a million, and planning to kill him off.” I said, trying to sound calm and confident. 

My aunt gasped with alarm, Giles grunted. I turned to look at them.  They looked scared, my aunt in particular had gone ghostly white, was looking at me with wide, terrified eyes.  “Oh Jesus Christ, Giles, what are we going to do?” She wailed.

“Shut up.” He snapped at her, then turned to me. “OK, kid, so you heard some stuff, but there’s nothing you can do about it, understand?” He tried to smile at me, and failed.

“Oh yeah?” I sneered, “I think there’s a lot I could do about it really.”

His face coloured with anger, “Such as?” He said menacingly, “Go to the police? They won’t believe a little shit like you.”

I felt my own anger rising.  Whoever this bastard was, I didn’t like him.  “I wasn’t thinking about the police.” I said, “I was thinking about going to me dear old Uncle James. I’m sure he’d be very interested to hear what I heard, and I think he’d believe me as well.  What do you think?”

“You cocky little bastard.” Giles spat.

“No, wait, Giles, listen.” My aunt pleaded, “Speak to him.  He doesn’t like James any more than we do.  He’ll keep quiet if we make it worth his while, isn’t that right, Johnny?” She turned to me and forced a smile.

“Sure, I’ll keep quiet, if, as you say, you make it worth my while.” I said casually.  My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest.

Giles looked at me angrily, “OK, so what would it take to make it worth your while?”

I thought for a moment, “Twenty thousand. In cash.” I said.

The two of them gasped with shock. “Twenty thousand pound?” Giles roared, “To buy the silence of some piece of shit who no one would believe anyway?” He glared at me.  “I’ve got a better idea, why don't I just take you out of the equation right now?  Shut you up for good?”

My aunt looked at him in horror, “Giles? You don’t mean? You can’t, he’s just a kid, Giles.”

“He’s a kid who could ruin everything for us, don't you see that?  Why not shut him up for good.  No one will miss him. We’ll say he just ran away.  It’ll be months before anyone even thinks to ask where he is.” He stepped closer to me.  My aunt started to beg and plead. I felt strangely calm, waiting for him to make his move.

He suddenly lunged at me, reaching out to grab my throat. I parried his blow easily, then punched him as hard as I could, right in the middle of his chest.  His eyes bulged as the air was knocked out of him.  He coughed and wheezed for a moment, and then I kicked him in the balls. Hard. He groaned and fell to the floor, began to retch and vomit.  I drew back my foot, intending to kick him in the face, as I did so my aunt threw herself at me, screaming, “No! Johnny, no! Don’t, please.  He won’t touch you again I promise.”

“Too fucking right he won’t!” I spat.  I reached down and grabbed hold of his hair, pulling his head up.  “You try that again and I’ll tear your fucking face off, got that?” I yelled.  He groaned in misery, then began to retch again.  I let go of his hair and turned to my aunt, who looked terrified of me.  “Get him out of here, now!” I barked, “And if I ever see him again I’ll fucking kill him.  When he’s gone, come up to my room and we’ll discuss how you’re going to buy my silence, ok?” She nodded. I turned and walked from the room and went upstairs.

About ten minutes later I heard the front door slam and a car drive away fast.  A short time later there was a gentle knock on my bedroom door.  I opened it, and there she stood, still wearing her blue satin robe.

“Giles has gone.” She said, needlessly.  She paused for a moment, then said, “He wouldn’t have hurt you really, you know Johnny.”

“Oh yes he would!” I snorted, “He fancies himself as a right fucking gangster, doesn’t he? If I hadn’t stopped him I’d be history now.  Just his bad luck I can handle myself, even against an accountant!” I laughed.  She looked stricken.  “Listen to me, if he ever tries anything like that again, it’ll be him who mysteriously disappears, understand?”  She went white.  I paused for a few moments to let the words sink in, then said, “So when do I get my money?”

“I don’t know, Johnny.” She whined, “That’s an awful lot of money. I don't know where we can get that much.”

“Tell Giles to raid one of those off shore accounts he told you about.”

She frowned, “My God, you really did hear everything, didn’t you?” She sighed heavily, “OK, I’ll speak to him tomorrow, see what we can do.”

“Not fucking good enough. I want that money by the end of the week, or I’ll go to James and tell him everything.” She looked horrified.  I moved closer to her.  “You see, I’m not going to let you treat me like some dumb kid, Elizabeth, and the sooner you and Giles get that, the better.” She nodded, her jaw tightening.  “How long have you been fucking him, anyway?”

“Mind your own bloody business!” She gasped.

“I’m making it my business. Don’t fuck about, I want to know how long.” I snarled.

“A couple of years, I suppose.” She said, her shoulders sagging.

“So who is he?”

“He’s James’ business partner. Giles does the books, James gets the customers.”

“So poor old James is out working his arse off, while you’re fucking his partner and both of you are stealing his money and planning to bump him off? Nice!” I chuckled. 

She flinched. “You don't understand.” She said sadly.

“So tell me.”

She sighed again, “James is a difficult man to live with. He’s selfish, and uncaring. Sometimes he gets violent too.”

“So you thought you’d fuck his buddy, to get your own back?”

“It wasn’t like that.  We never meant for it to go on this long.  I never wanted to start to take James’ money. It was all Giles’ idea. He kept saying how we could have a great life together, and I sort of believed him.” 

I could see tears welling up in her eyes.  I knew I had her exactly where I wanted her.  I decided to push her further.  “And now I know all about your little scheme. “ I grinned.  “Can you imagine what James would do if he knew?”

“Alright, Johnny, we’ll get you your money. Just keep quiet about all this, will you?” She snapped.

“Maybe I want more than money?” I suggested.  She looked at me with concern on her face.  “Maybe I want something else besides?”

“Like what?” She asked through clenched teeth.

“Maybe I want you to be nice to me, like you are to Giles?” I smiled, reaching out my hand. I stroked her left tit, feeling the firm flesh beneath her robe. 

She gasped with outrage, then pushed my hand away and slapped me across the face, “Don’t touch me, you dirty little bastard.” She spat.

I back-handed her across the face.  She yelped with shock and pain and fell back onto my bed with the force of the blow.  As she fell her robe fell open revealing black, lacy panties. I felt my cock twitch, start to rise.  She looked up at me with fear and horror on her face.  “Don’t do that again, Elizabeth.” I warned, “Not unless you want me to mark that pretty face of yours.  You’d better be nice to me from now on.  Unless you want me to speak to James?”

“Johnny you can’t expect me to let you do that? Not to me? Jesus, you’re my sister’s son, for Christ’s sake!”

“That’s never bothered you in the past, has it? You’ve never been interested in me, not from the day I moved into this fucking place.” I snarled.

She started to get up from the bed, saying, “I’m not staying here any longer, I’m going.”  I pushed her back onto the bed, then climbed on top of her.  She started to kick and push me away, crying, “No. No!”  I slapped her across the face, making her gasp with anguish, then pulled her robe open.  She had a decent pair of tits for a woman her age. Not particularly big, but nice and firm, with large pink nipples. I started to squeeze them, pinching her nipples. She gasped again, let out a wail of misery as I looked down at her and grinned.  She made another attempt to push me away. I raised my hand to hit her again and she covered her face with her hands, sobbing, “No, don’t hit me again, please.”

“Then stop fucking about.” I snapped.  Her body went limp and she looked away.  I mauled her tits for a few moments, then dragged her robe apart further and looked down at her body. She must have been about forty, but she was still in good shape. I knew she and Tabitha rode horses a lot, and I’d heard her talk about meeting friends to play tennis.  Now as I looked her over I noted how her stomach was still taut and trim, her legs shapely.  In a swift movement I got off her, took hold of her lacy knickers and dragged them off.

She let out another wail, but made no attempt to get off the bed. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, her bush the same yellow blonde as the hair on her head.  I freed my straining cock, then lay on top of her.  Her body was wracked with sobs as I positioned my cock against her slit, deliberately running my glans up and down, rubbing it against her clit.  She moaned, then closed her eyes tightly, squeezing tears from their corners.  “Don’t be upset, Elizabeth.” I taunted, “Just pretend it’s Giles doing this. She moaned again, then groaned deeply as I pushed my cock into her.

She was warm and wet.  I guessed that Giles had fucked her earlier in the afternoon, and her cunt was still slick with his jism.  She wasn’t all that tight, certainly not as tight as Lillian, or even Sarah, but I enjoyed fucking her just the same.  Something about her complete defeat made me smile, and the look of pure misery on her face when I started to fuck her excited me.  I ploughed into her for several minutes, deliberately prolonging her misery as long as I could, then I leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “Looks like Giles shot his load into you already, Elizabeth. Well now you can have some of mine!”  She groaned with misery as I started to shoot into her. 

As soon as I’d rolled off her she stood up wearily.  “Can I go now? Are you finished?” She said with disgust.

“For now, yes.” I grinned, “But you’d better carry on being nice, if you know what’s good for you.”  She picked up her knickers and pulled her gown together tightly across her body, then ran sobbing from my room.

I was elated! I’d given Giles a good hiding, fucked my aunt, and I had twenty grand coming to me.  That would let me go back to Frankie and buy that nice area of town he’d talked about.  Things had definitely taken a turn for the better for me!