Date: Sat, 14 Oct 2006 09:43:04 -0700 (PDT) From: Minor Saint Subject: In the Barons Arms: Trans Adult Youth Theresa lay face down beside me and went on: "For someone who never stops talking about fucking, you're a pretty fair hand at buggering. Who showed you how to do it properly?" I told her of that day I was sent to live with Aunt and Uncle, the Baroness and Baron of Z. I had just turned eight. They took me to their enormous bedroom that first night and peeled off my nightshirt, each of them leading me by a hand to their bed and laying me down, playing sex games with my body as if I was their little doll. The Baroness began kissing me, gently at first, then slipping her wet tongue into my mouth. Soon she was frenching me deeply and caressing my hard little cock, pulling it down and letting it go to slap up hard against my trembling abdomen. When she left me breathless from her passionate kissing, the Baron began kissing and caressing me, with even more ardor, pulling my hard little staff straight out and stroking it until I thought I would explode. The Baroness returned with her dark red lip rouge and, after she refreshed her voluptuous lips, she began to carefully paint a sweet cupid's bow on mine. She tenderly roughed my cheeks, and rouged her nipples, and then brushed my longish hair into two short ponytails. She showed me how fresh and feminine I now looked in her mirror, a young naked girl child with a hard jutting cock. The Baron was charmed and resumed kissing my mouth and frigging my cock while the Baroness rouged my nipples. They arranged me on my hands and knees. The Baron parted my smooth round ass cheeks and the Baroness delicately roughed my virgin rosebud. Then she slipped under me and roughed my little cockhead then suckled me, while the Baron caressed my bottom. She held my cheeks apart for him as he slowly and lasciviously opened and lubricated me with his tongue, kissing and tonguing my anus as arduously as he had my mouth. He then applied a thick jelly coating of Vaseline to my tight orifice. He mounted behind me, and I watched over my shoulder as his beautiful thick organ slowly pressed into my anus and entered me. I was intoxicated and held myself open to him, like the most wanton whore, wiggling my tight rosebud around his pushing cockhead, pushing and thrusting to help him take my virginity. Tight and virgin as I was that first night, I wanted nothing more than the Baron's thick, up-curved tool inside my bottom. I was electrified as I felt a man's hard, thick organ entering me for the first time. The Baron exquisitely, ever so slowly, overcame the tight resistance of my tiny anus, and every inch of him that enter my tight ring enflamed my desire. The Baroness sensed my arrousal and stopped sucking to watch, frigging herself with her whole hand between her slim legs as her husband skillfully deflowered the slim boy under him. It would be two years before my first real ejaculation, but that first night, his entire organ finally in me, my mounting arousal rewarded the Baron with multiple dry climaxes. My virgin bottom spasmed and gripped his motionless organ. I turned my head and as his thick cock throbbed inside me, his mouth covered mine. Over and over I moaned out my passion around his thrusting tongue, as my first climaxes swept over me. His hands were on my abdomen, his long fingers feeling his own thick shaft thrust up inside me. We both jerked as his stone-hard organ explode into my very center and he emptied his balls in my rectum. Just as slowly as he had entered me, he now began to fuck my bottom, long, exquisitely slow stokes of his remarkably thick cock that thrilled my every fiber. I climaxed repeatedly. He came in me at least three times before I fainted from exhaustion. He stayed inside me the entire night as we slept. In the morning, with the Baroness sucking my cock, the Baron's erection growing fresh in my tight wet channel as he pulled and twisted my nipples, the Baron Z filled me three more times before I felt him finally pulling out. After deflowering and buggering me the entire night and morning, the Baron's cock, my first, left my rectum soaking with his come. I licked all of it off him, devouring his seed. I became the Baron's pillow boy, his boy-pussy, his she-boy. We always slept together and he butt-fucked me repeatedly, day and night. I loved his lustful assaults on my bottom. Soon he was sharing me with his boyfriends, the remarkably well-hung young men he seduced into servicing his own well-trod bottom. I learned to suck and swallow before I turned nine from the best cock suckers in France. Nothing was more arousing to me than to have the Baron coming in my throat as his boyfriends plowed my bottom. The Baroness often brought her own naked little girl friends to watch as the Baron had his boyfriends continuously sodomize me through the day. I loved their enormous cocks. It became a game to see how coquettish and lascivious I could be, making these young stallions stay inside my bottom, coaxing them to yet another erection, making them come repeatedly until my rectum was brimming with hot jism. But I only let myself come when the Baron buggered me. The Baron dressed me in more and more girlish bedclothes--I was never really dressed--until I was wearing sheer silk negligees, as beautifully feminine and alluring as any worn by the Baroness's little child brides. I had my first ejaculation at ten. The Baron had his fingers wound in my long blond hair, and his tongue thrust through my roughed lips and down my throat, twisting my rouge-painted nipples as he rammed into my rouged rosette, my long silk-stockinged legs wrapped around his waist. I came explosively, my hot come covering my smooth belly and lubricating our bodies as the Baron celebrated the orgasm he had given me by energetically ramming another out of me almost immediately. I loved being his catamite, being fucked like a girl, on my back, my legs pulling him into me. He couldn't stay out of my bottom. While the young stallions always aroused my lust, the Baron satisfied it, and he always made me come repeatedly as he buggered me. He made me come four times that night before we fell asleep, as always his cock still buried in my bottom, filled with his hot copious come. From eight until I was twelve, I was only butt-fucked. I'd never had my cock in anything except the mouths of the Baron and Baroness, and I came only when the Baron fucked me in the ass. "I'm afraid I didn't learn to bugger very well," I said to Theresa. "The first time was when I was twelve, with a little girl my age, Mlle Z, with whom I was playing hide-and-seek with at the end of some garden picnic. She was a plaything of the Baroness and had been sucked and licked and tongued repeatedly by my Aunt, but never fucked. The Baroness enjoyed making her little girl friends watch while the Baron's boyfriends buggered the Baroness's beautiful bottom or mine. It was Mlle Z who suggested I should try to fuck her virgin anus. Neither one of us knew how to go about it. I had been the Baron's passive recipient partner for four years, and she was completely virgin. But Mlle knew how to suck, so getting her first cock hard was no challenge, and we had plenty of soft, warm butter left from our picnic. After we had done it, she liked butt-fucking so much, she had me do her little sisters, nine and eight, who were tighter than anything, even filled with soft butter. I learned that buggering little girls wasn't as pleasurable as being fucked like a girl by real men. And I truly loved being fucked by the Baron. I had Mlle Z's little brother, too, and it was M. Z who really taught me to enjoy buggering. Just ten, like me he had been "turned out" and trained by the Baron, and he loved being butt-fucked as much as I. After I had spent the night and morning with the Baron, M. Z would insist I butt-fuck him all afternoon. His anus was perfection itself. He always came for me much more than his sisters, and some afternoons the four of them would try to exhaust me. Soon however, the Baron relinquished M. Z to his father, who had given the lad to the Baron for training, and was now ready to take his prize. After that I had a dozen other girls and twice as many boys ^Å I recommend learning with little boys. Boys, as I did, take to being buggered and then buggering with far greater pleasure than very young girls. Although I must say, I found girls under twelve more likely to enjoy a skillful and careful deflowerment of the anus than of their tight little quims. But you have no idea why our friends' sisters are so clumsy." "What makes you think I don't?" Theresa exclaimed. "Do you think I've never seen girls from good families buggered? The first problem is you can't find their ass, they're so overdressed. You keep thrashing around in their drawers and run the constant risk of slipping your prick into the wrong portal. Then there's not one out of four who ever took it into her head to slip a bit of grease into the crankcase before starting the motor. They offer their ass and bim-bam -you shove the tip of your prick into it. It excites them and hurts them like hell. And while they're being buggered they frig themselves, faster, faster. And you're not supposed to move around in there, it hurts them too much, and often you come unstuck without having come, which doesn't keep them from starting the same little game all over again the very next day. Isn't that a fair description? Lots of boys are more skilled--that's why they are among my biggest competitors." "How do you know so much about it?" "There's very little I don't know in this department! . . . And all your young girlfriends were dumb as doorknobs?" "Charming . . . but a little dumb, as you say, except for one, a passive type who let herself be manipulated with gentleness and patience, with firm, succulent buttocks, an incredibly elastic anus, and a unquenchable desire to be buggered every which way. She almost made me want to give up boys."