Date: Sat, 13 Aug 2022 20:40:11 +0000 From: Jane Smith Subject: Yuppie Love You can contact me at allseeingpigeon@outlook.com. I haven't been checking my emails recently, so if my spam filter has deleted it then I apologise -- I intend to be better at checking. My intent is to read them all, though I won't always have time to respond. I'm on Wickr as allseeingpigeon, though I do seem to occasionally have problems with that too. Feedback and comments are always welcome, however please do not send me photos without asking first. This story is fantasy and has no basis in reality. Nifty is a vast, invaluable resource, so why not make a financial contribution at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ? --------------------------------------------------------------------------- My name is Gavin McCreith. I'm 32 years old. I live and work in London, as a broker on the stock market, and let me tell you -- the pay is ludicrous. Obscenely high. Not that I'm complaining; far from it. It's the booming Eighties and Thatcher's in power. Money talks and bullshit walks. In my case, money kept its fucking mouth shut, because my hobbies were coke and little girls. I went to parties every weekend -- mundane ones, mostly, where I did nothing more than get high or drunk -- but maybe once a month, I got to party hard. My favourite session had involved myself, a fellow stock broker called John, and the father of dark-haired twins Gemma and Jilly. 11 years old, hair down to their pert little bottoms, huge blue eyes. Beautiful. The father -- Derek, he'd given his name as, but likely fake -- told us his little girls were still cherry, but he'd spent time preparing them. They knew how to suck cock and were no strangers to the taste of cum. He'd fingered their hairless pussies, getting them used to the feeling of something inside them. John and I were going to hurt them. Derek was OK with that. We'd paid through the nose for the privilege. When I'd made discreet enquiries about whether they had a mother on the scene, I'd learned that she was a Polish crackhead who'd been dragged back home by her pimp, leaving her daughters behind. "These are Daddy's friends," Derek said, gesturing to John and I. We'd met at a hotel, the room booked under an assumed name and paid for in cash. "Very good friends. We're going to play our secret fun game with them, OK?" The little girls -- sat on either side of their dad on one side of the king-sized bed -- eyed us curiously and, I thought, nervously. I was looking forward to hearing them scream, looking forward even more to muffling those screams under my hand. Or a pillow. Or with my cock down a tight young throat. "Why don't we start by getting naked," I suggested, gently massaging my erection as it pressed against my trousers. Derek was in jeans, and his dick was just as hard. I couldn't see John's hard-on under his jumper, but I knew it would be there. "And then I've got some special sweets we can share." I pulled two small bags out of my inside jacket pocket, putting them down on the desk. Coke for the adults, Valium for the girls. Half a one each should do the trick. "I like sweets," Gemma said shyly. Jilly didn't speak, her thumb in her mouth. So fucking cute. "I'm not sure they should have that," Derek said slowly. We were about to fuck his daughters six ways to Sunday, and he was worried about them taking drugs? "It'll make their first time easier," I said. He let out a slow breath. "Alright." Derek stood and started taking his clothes off, folding them over one of the chairs. John and I quickly followed suit. Derek's cock was bigger than mine -- thicker -- maybe 9 inches, heavy and uncut. I liked dick as much as pussy but it was underage tail I was here for today. My dick was a more modest 7.5 inches and cut. John was 6 inches. With the adults naked, we waited impatiently as the little girls began to undress. They tossed their clothes over their father's, shimmying out of their knickers and standing close beside him. I drank in the sight of them. Smooth, pale skin; flat chests with little pink nipples; narrow hips. Beautiful bare pussies. I wanted to see what my cum looked like splattered over each tight snatch. I could fit one of their cunts in the palm of my hand. I had to make that image happen. "Why don't we get you girls nice and relaxed," I said, smiling at them both. Derek was taking a passive role in our party, watching and wanking from his chair in the corner, but not taking part. I patted the bed. "Us adults are just going to take our sweets here, and then you can have yours." I rummaged through my jacket pocket for the other items I needed, a simple straw and a small, durable piece of card. I emptied the small bag of coke onto the desk and laid out three lines. I let Derek snort the first line -- it was his twins we were about to deflower -- took my hit, then let John have the last. Derek was already starting to look twitchy by the time I broke a Valium in half and offered them to the girls. They took them in their little hands and swallowed them down. By the time we were ready for actual fucking, they would have started to take effect. "How about you both get up on here and start playing with each other?" I suggested. The twins looked at their father. He nodded. The climbed up on the bed while John and I perched on either side, lightly stroking our cocks. Gemma was the bolder of the two, Jilly more passive. The girls knelt opposite each other. Gemma leaned in and kissed her, sliding her hand into her sister's hair, holding her head in place. It was an adult kiss, slow, sultry, with flashes of tiny pink tongue. I let out a soft groan, deeper as the coke hit. My cock throbbed in my hand. "They do what you tell them," Derek said softly from his corner. "Gemma," I said, "touch your sister's nipples." The little girl moved her free hand up to her twin's chest, brushing her fingers over the nubs. Jilly shivered. "Pinch them. Hard." Gemma pinched her thumb and forefinger together. Jilly made a pained noise in her throat, breaking the kiss. "Harder," I ordered. "Make her yelp." Both girls looked at Derek. Still stroking his dick, he nodded. Gemma reached out with both hands and pinched her sister's tiny nips. Jilly cried out. Gemma kept pinching, an intent look on her face, and I wondered if the kid enjoyed this more than she was letting on. She already had a dominant streak to her sister's submissive side, I could see that. Yeah. She liked hurting her twin. "Good girls," John groaned from across the bed. "Jilly, your nipples look so sexy all pink and swollen like that. I wonder what your bottom would look like with a few handprints." That made my dick lurch. A little girl with her bottom spanked, nice and red before a good hard fucking. A wet, tear-streaked face. "I don't want to be spanked," Jilly mumbled. "How about if you spank her, Gemma?" Derek countered. Girls spanking girls. Jesus fucking Christ. I was in Heaven. My heart raced, and not just from the coke. "Daddy..." Jilly's lip trembled. Real or fake, I couldn't tell, but I know what I hoped for. "If you don't let your sister do it," Derek said, "I'll have you across my knee and spank your arse until you can't sit down. Think about the last time that happened." "I hope you took photos," I croaked. Derek grinned. "I did. The money I got for those went on a family holiday." I clicked my fingers at the girls. "Jilly, come stand at the side of the bed." The girl shifted, sliding off until her feet were on the ground. I put my hands on her slender shoulders and turned her so that she faced the bed, then put a hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her torso down flat. She lay her arms over the duvet and spread her legs, submissively assuming the position. I ran my hand over her smooth back, easing her hair aside. She shivered. My fingers trailed lower. I cupped her bottom -- just for a few seconds -- then made myself let go. I wanted to see if I could fit my whole hand in her snatch, then fist her until she screamed. A stupid idea, of course -- if I tried that, I'd rip her open -- but coke always made my thoughts run away from me. I scooted back to give Gemma more space. The dominant sister stood behind her twin. John, Derek and I watched with naked greed as the little girl raised her hand and brought it slapping down over Jilly's round bottom. She jerked but didn't cry out. The slap echoed through the room. Gemma spanked her again, and again, and again, much harder slaps than I would have expected. Jilly was soon whimpering, yelping, crying out. "Daddy!" she gasped, reaching out for him. "Daddy, it really hurts, make her stop!" Gemma looked at her dad. He nodded, though he was gripping his dick too tight. He was getting off on this just as much as we were. "It's supposed to hurt. But I guess that's enough," he said reluctantly. "Get up on the bed, Jilly. Let us all see your little pink bum." Gemma stood back. Jilly scrambled up, laying on her belly. Her arse was beautifully red. "Stay there," Derek grunted, jacking his cock again. "Daddy needs to cum --" He lurched out of his seat, the hard slap of his hand on his dick obscene in the small room, and knelt on the bed. He groaned and hunched over her, shooting several thick, creamy ropes over his daughter's naked red bottom. When he was done he rolled onto his back, breathing hard, and finally stumbled back to his seat. Jilly hadn't moved throughout. Her dad's spunk ran down her arse cheeks, into her crack, and dripped down to her bare little slit. Without being bidden, Gemma moved up onto the bed and in between her sister's legs. She knelt down and started lapping at all the cum, sucking it off Jilly's skin, burying her face in her crack. When Jilly squealed I knew Gemma's greedy tongue was in her tight little quim. "Can they orgasm?" I asked Derek. The man was still panting, getting his breath back, wiping the last of his spunk off his soft dick. He licked the side of his hand. "Yeah. Watch." John and I watched, impatient, horny as hell, as Gemma feasted on her twin sister's pussy. When all their dad's cum was gone, Gemma flipped Jilly on to her back, exposing her bare slit to our greedy gazes. Gemma sucked the tiny bud of her clit until Jilly was writhing underneath her. The little girl's orgasm was beautiful to watch. Her whole body tensed up, back arching off the bed. She gripped the duvet, moaning and shaking until Gemma pulled back. The dominant girl wiped her sister's juices off her face. "You're so fucking sexy," I breathed. I looked at John. "Which one do you want?" "Both," he said immediately. "Both is good." I laughed. The coke was zipping and zinging through my veins, driving my heartbeat, making everything hyper-clear. I smelled the girls' arousal. Their dad's spunk. My own pre-cum, beading on the head of my dick. "Give us some space, girls." They rolled off the bed and waited until John and I had climbed up. We lay down, me on my back, John on his belly. "You dirty bastard," I laughed, shaking his shoulder, knowing exactly what he intended to happen in that position. "Says the bloke about to fuck a pair of eleven-year-old girls," he shot back. "Touché." The girls got back up on the bed. Gemma was the first to get close, moving in between my spread legs, kneeling down and bracing her hands on my thighs. Her hands looked very small against my legs. She dipped her head and started licking my cock as if it was a lollipop. "Fuck," I groaned, enjoying the feeling of her tiny tongue against the head of my dick. I glanced across at Jilly, and though she was clearly more reluctant, she'd adopted a similar position with her hands on John's meaty arse cheeks, and was busy drilling her tongue inside his hole. "Fuck, yeah, rim his arse. Make him squirm." John was groaning into the pillow. I alternated between looking at Gemma slicking my cock and Jilly with her tongue rimming my friend. "Open wide now," I told Gemma, gathering her dark hair in one hand and easing it to one side. I wanted to see her face. "Put my cock in your mouth. As much as you can take." Her lips stretched as she opened her mouth. The head of my dick disappeared. Slowly, sinking down half an inch at a time, she took fully half my cock, slathering it with her tongue. I groaned. "That feels good." I put my hands on the back of her head. "So good. Can you take more?" She made a muffled noise that could have been assent or a plea to be released. I didn't care. I pulled her head down further onto my erection, feeling the head push into her throat. She choked a little, tears forced from her eyes, but made no real effort to pull off. I glanced at her father. His dick was half-hard again. He wasn't touching it, not yet, intent on pinching and rubbing his nipples. Yeah. He fucking loved seeing his daughters take an adult cock. I controlled Gemma's head as I slowly fucked her throat, driving more of my dick down her throat until I felt her nose pushed into my pubes. The devil in me told me to hold her there until she passed out, but I hadn't paid for that privilege. Next time, maybe. I let her up. She gasped and coughed, tears streaming down her face, drool dripping over her chin. She wiped her face with both hands. John was humping against the mattress as Jilly tongued his arse. It looked obscene, her small head moving rhythmically as she rimmed him. "Turn over," I said, nudging John. He was almost so far gone that he didn't hear me. A single grunt was all I got in response. The girls moved back. Carefully we turned over. John's dick was hard and red, slicked with pre-cum, a wet stain on the duvet. I hadn't exactly been gentle with Gemma, and John was even less gentle with her sister. As soon as she got her lips around his cock head he pushed her down, immediately making her gag and choke. He thrust up into her mouth, into her throat, until her limbs began to shake and tremble. "Let her breathe," Derek grunted. When I looked at him again, he'd pulled both nipples out and was really squeezing and pinching them. His chest looked red and sore. He now had a full erection. John let go of Jilly. She scooted back to the end of the bed and watched him with wary eyes. Meanwhile I felt Gemma's hands on my arse cheeks, easing them apart. Her soft hair brushed over my skin, tickling me, making me grind slowly against the bed. My hole was exposed. Moments later her tongue touched my pucker. Hot, wet, surprisingly strong, she slathered saliva around my rim, then began working her tongue inside me. It felt good, so fucking good, and soon I was groaning just like John had been. But if I wasn't careful her greedy little tongue was going to get me off, and the only place I wanted to sink my cum today was in her virgin pussy. I reached back and touched her shoulder, signalling for her to stop. "We're going to fuck you now," I said bluntly. I could see that the Valium was starting to kick in -- their pupils were blown and their movements had slowed. They didn't flinch or otherwise react at my words. John and I moved off the damp, rumpled bed, and I directed the girls to lay down on their backs, legs spread and bare cunts on display. They looked like a child lover's wet dream, nipples puffy and swollen, skin red, cheeks flushed and hair messy. "Hold on a sec," Derek grunted. "They need some help." We waited as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a tube of lube. We watched as he squirted copious amounts into each of their spread-open snatches, working it in with his thick fingers, probing their tight holes. He rubbed their clits with his thumb, making them writhe and wriggle under his touch. "There," said, wiping his hands on the duvet. "They're all yours. Break `em in for their daddy, boys." I licked my lips, almost drooling. My dick certainly was, pre-cum dripping heavily. I'd had Gemma's mouth. Now I wanted Jilly's pussy. I wanted her fear. Her tightness. And I could see John felt the same about Gemma; he wanted to fuck the defiance out of her. I knelt in between Jilly's slender legs, sliding my hand over her wet snatch. Her pussy lips were smooth and slick, puffy from their dad's fingering. Beautiful. Perverted. Sexy. Mine. "This is going to hurt," I warned her. "I'll be gentle... to start with. When you scream I'll cover your mouth." Jilly looked back at me with dull eyes, hearing, understanding, but not really able to react. Perfect. I ran my cock-head inside her slickness, coating it in juice and lube until it glistened. I pumped my fist up and down my length a few times, then briefly squeezed my balls. Mm. Fuck. I lined my dick up with her tiny pussy. It looked impossible that I would fit inside her. I pushed forward, seeing her wince as the head eased inside. I kept pushing. Further. Deeper. Seeing her wince turn to a grimace, then the first gasp of pain. She turned and looked at her father, clearly about to beg him to make this stop. I turned her face back to mine and kissed her. Hard. Ramming my tongue into her mouth. I jerked my cock all the way inside her cunt, bottoming out, feeling her muffled scream as much as hearing it. "Fuck," I groaned, "fuck, you're so tight, fuck --" She drew breath for a proper scream. Couldn't have that, not in a hotel. I slapped my hand over her mouth, trapping the sound against my palm. I lay flat and pinned her little body against the bed, looking across to see John with Gemma. His cock was half-way into her snatch, and she was trying to slap his arms away, bucking against him. He grabbed her wrists and held them down. Her thrashing did nothing more than drive her cunt further down on his adult-sized dick. She was going to scream, but John didn't have any hands free. I reached out with my free hand and clamped it over her mouth. John pulled out. There was a little blood on his cock, but no more than I would expect from a young virgin whose hymen hadn't yet been broken by sports. He flipped her over, holding her head down with one hand, lining his cock up with her pussy with the other. He drove into her with one rough movement, burying himself balls-deep. Gemma's scream vibrated through the pillow. I looked at Derek. He was flogging his dick again, beating it hard, getting off on the sight of his daughters having their virginities taken. I lost my cool then. The coke, my arousal, John's hard fucking next to me -- I went mad. I drove my dick into Jilly's tight cunt, slamming her into the mattress, keeping my hand over her mouth. Her tears soaked into her hair. The feeling of a hot, wet, tight snatch around my dick... her pre-teen pussy... there was nothing like it, absolutely nothing. The room filled with the sounds of grunts and groans, barely audible screams, and the wet slap of flesh against flesh. I was going to cum. I pulled out of Jilly's slit, wildly jerking my dick, head thrown back as I grunted through my orgasm. When I looked down, my cum was splurting across her used pussy, over her belly and up over her flat chest. Her nipples were covered in spunk. I'd even splattered some over her neck. John was similarly close. When he came he moved his dick up to Gemma's head, squeezing her jaw until she opened her mouth. He shot rope after rope between her lips. It splashed over her face, coated her cheeks, her chin, even got in her hair. Derek staggered over to us. He dropped his second load over Gemma's swollen pussy, splashing her as thoroughly as I'd done with Jilly. Still gasping for breath, John and I rolled off the bed and lurched back to our chairs. My heartbeat was a mad pulse in my chest courtesy of the coke and my exertions. Derek climbed up between his daughters, licking and sucking our cum out of their used snatches and off their bodies. We never had a repeat session with the twins -- Derek got a job in Dubai and they moved away -- and I was sad about that. But I had money. I had connections. They was plenty of underage pussy available if you knew how and where to look.