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I'd heard rumours about the traditional company way of celebrating birthdays before I joined them, but it seemed an acceptable price to pay for such a well-paid career-enhancing position. Besides, as a relatively new employee they might not remember my birth date, or might not think me worthy of the trouble and expense.
At first I thought I'd got away with it, but midway through the morning Mike called for everyone's attention, announced it was my birthday and we'd be taking an extended lunch at a local pub with food and drink on the company. Everyone cheered.
When the tumult had died down, I seized an opportunity to have a quiet word with Mike.
"No strip-club or lap-dance then. Thank you; I was rather dreading the prospect."
"We don't arrange that for everyone. We didn't think you'd appreciate it so we've laid on something else for you. Don't make any plans for tomorrow lunchtime."
Even when pressed Mike wouldn't reveal any more details, not even by mid-afternoon when he was mildly drunk, so that night I spent wondering what they had arranged for me.
Next day everything went as usual until lunch time.
"We'll take my car," announced Mike, when he arrived to initiate my fate.
I quickly recognised where we were going, and it wasn't long before we were turning into that road. The first girl we saw had her skirts hitched up high and was eating chips wrapped in paper. It was the first little girl I had enjoyed.
The second girl we saw was a redhead with really cute freckles and nicely filled-out legs. She looked well-developed for her age considering she could have been 11 at most, and was the first of the girls I had seen to wear a bra, the front of her school blouse bulging with her promising mounds. Her skirt was also hitched high and I made a wish, hoping that she was the one Mike would choose to pick up so I could play with her cute little tits and suck her pubescent nipples.
"She's popular, you'll have to try her one day," Mike commented as he drove straight past.
Shortly after we saw two girls waiting on the pavement together - an Asian girl and the blonde who had been in the middle of our sandwich last time. Mike signalled to pull over.
"They haven't got their skirts hitched up. I thought that meant they weren't here to do business," I observed
"That's because I've pre-booked them."
Mike stopped alongside the two girls. I noticed something a bit different about the blonde. Physically she looked identical but she didn't have her school hat at a jaunty angle and there wasn't the same look of mischief in her eyes; somehow she looked more solemn.
"The blonde from our sandwich has a twin sister?"
"You're quick on the uptake."
The two girls got into the back and buckled their seatbelts. Mike swung the car into a sharp u-turn.
"I thought we'd go to the old railway siding," he announced.
Not being local I didn't have a clue where he meant, but the girls didn't seem worried. As we passed the redhead there was a car stopped alongside her and I felt a pang of regret as I realised she had a customer.
Reaching the main road, Mike turned away from town.
"The Vietnamese girl is mine to start with, although we can swap later if you wish. She's got the most amazing cunt. You can hardly get a finger in it at first, but it stretches to take my cock to the hilt. She doesn't do anal though."
I looked at the girl in the rear view mirror; she seemed totally unconcerned about being discussed so crudely.
In a short while we reached a chicane in the road where it had once gone under a railway bridge. The bridge had been demolished leaving only the supports. Immediately Mike pulled left into the entrance of a dirt track running parallel to the former railway line. There was a padlocked gate across the track with a notice saying it was railway property and trespassers would be prosecuted.
"Everyone out," ordered Mike, "we have to walk the rest of the way."
When everyone was out he retrieved a holdall from the boot and locked the car. He led the way, climbing over the gate and proceeding up the dirt track.
"This used to be a spur to the cement works," he explained. "When the cement works closed it fell into disrepair. They had to demolish the bridge because it became unsafe. They're still arguing about what to do with the land - build houses, use it as a nature trail, or use it for transport purposes, perhaps a cycle path."
After about fifty yards the dirt track had risen level with the course of the former railway. After another fifty yards there was a wooden hut with a corrugated tin roof.
"This used to be a shelter for track maintenance workers," said Mike as he pushed open the hut door.
Inside was completely empty, nothing apart from the wooden floorboards. Mike opened his holdall and took out a king-sized blanket, laying it on the floorboards.
"We don't want splinters, do we?"
Mike shed his trousers and boxers, revealing his hard cock ready for action. He took a bottle of lubricant from the holdall and greased his cock thoroughly. Meanwhile the Vietnamese girl had taken off her thick, white school panties and skirt, leaving her naked from the waist down. I couldn't believe he'd get his whole cock inside her tiny frame.
Meanwhile the blonde had also taken off her thick, white panties and was standing there waiting for instructions.
Mike handed me the lubricant.
"Get a move on or I'm going to lap you."
Mike indicated for the Vietnamese girl to lie on her back on the blanket, then proceeded to get to work. He inserted first one finger then two into her tiny cunt, stretching her so that she'd be able to take his cock.
I took off my trousers and boxers. My cock was rock hard and weeping slightly from the sight of Mike and his Vietnamese girl. I squeezed lubricant into my palms and coated my cock with it.
"Take off your skirt, then get on all fours," I told the blonde.
Mike was just inserting the head of his cock into the Vietnamese girl's cunt when I turned my full attention to the blonde. That's when I noticed the tiny hairless cock and balls dangling between 'her' legs.
"What the fuck," I protested, "I'm not gay."
Mike turned to look at me.
"Never said you were, but there isn't a lot of difference at that age. Doesn't his arse look like his sister's? He won't make you as sore as his sister, and you don't have to play with the extra equipment if you don't want to." Then he grinned, "I thought the girls' uniform was a nice touch."
Mike returned to the Vietnamese girl, where his cock was nearly halfway in the Vietnamese girl's cunt.
Somewhat reluctantly I got on my knees and pressed my cock against the waiting sphincter. It yielded, and my cock began to slide in. It was hot and tight inside, but thankfully not as tight as his twin. My cock had been sore for a week after the sandwich, although on balance it had been worth it. Like his sister, he was able to take my full length inside his deliciously velvety rectum. Unlike his sister, I was able to fuck him properly.
I pulled out nearly all the way then thrust in again, deliberately keeping my strokes long and languid to delay my orgasm. I looked across at Mike, and saw he was now balls deep inside the Vietnamese girl, her cunt lips stretching impossibly wide as they engulfed his cock. My own cock grew even harder at the sight and I had to slow my rhythm to stop myself cumming. Then Mike started fucking the Vietnamese girl hard and fast, as though she were a physically mature woman.
I turned my attention back to the boy. For some reason I groped under his stomach until I found his cock. It was hard; he was getting pleasure from being fucked in the arse. His cock was less than two inches long and fitted comfortably in my fist. I rubbed his cock while I fucked him, trying to keep the tempo the same. Suddenly the boy went rigid, and I felt his cock throbbing in my hand. To my surprise I didn't feel the expected stickiness in my palm; the boy was too young to ejaculate sperm yet.
Looking at Mike again, I saw him pull out of the Vietnamese girl. He repositioned her on hands and knees, the same as I had the boy, then started fucking her doggy fashion. The sight accelerated my own impending orgasm so I thrust in hard all the way then suddenly I was over the edge, my cock spurting jets of sperm deep into the boy's velvety bowels as my belly crushed against his firm, white buttocks.
Feeling my cock start to deflate, I pulled out of the boy and he sat back on his heels. Mike had brought wet-wipes and towels in the holdall and I used them to clean myself up, but apart from some lubricant and sperm my cock was pretty clean. The boy must have cleaned himself out in preparation.
I had never touched another man's cock before the sandwich with Mike let alone sucked one, but knowing he couldn't cum in my mouth made me curious to try sucking the boy's cock. I made him lie on his back and knelt between his legs. I drew back his foreskin then took the head of his cock in my mouth. It tasted clean, not at all pissy. I started licking and the boy's cock became hard again. I could easily take his full length so I fucked him with my mouth, simultaneously licking the underside of his cock with my tongue. Before very long he had another orgasm, his tiny organ spasming, and jerking in my mouth.
I wondered if the boy would repay the favour.
"Do you suck cock?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Would you suck my cock?"
I was worried that he might not fancy the idea of sucking my cock after it had been in his bowels but the boy nodded again.
I knelt over the boy's head and presented my cock to his mouth. He sucked in the head while holding the shaft in his hand. He had obviously done it before and as his little tongue swirled round my meatus and along my frenulum, I felt myself get hard again.
The boy had been able to get hard again very quickly after his first orgasm since his balls didn't have to refill, so I was curious as to whether he could orgasm yet again so soon after his second time. I switched to a 69 position and leaned forward, supporting myself over his crotch on one elbow, and using my free hand I inserted his limp cock into my mouth. It didn't take much licking before he was hard again.
Meanwhile the boy's expert attentions were making me very aroused and I had to decide whether I wanted to cum in his mouth or not. I thought about Mike's offer to swap and I looked across. He had obviously just cum in the Vietnamese girl's cunt because although she was now engaged in licking Mike's limp cock clean her cunt was leaking slightly. I remembered that she didn't do anal and I didn't fancy Mike's sloppy seconds so I decided to stick with the boy. I felt my groin start to tighten and I knew I was close. To my surprise, just as I started jetting my sperm into the boy's mouth, his own cock throbbed and jerked in mine.
Swallowing gamely, the boy managed not to spill a single drop of my cum, then he pulled my cock out of his mouth and grasping the base firmly, ran his little fist forward to squeeze the last few drops of my sperm from my urethra, licking them up with his tongue as they seeped from my meatus, my cock staying hard with the attention even though I felt too drained to be aroused.
"I'm not gay but you look so hot together," commented Mike as he relubricated his swelling cock ready for seconds.
The boy continued to lick and play with my cock, keeping it hard, so I decided to return the favour. Gently rubbing the head with my fingers, I licked the underside of the shaft down to the tiny hairless balls, which I sucked into my mouth, swirling them round and round. Incredibly the boy's cock got hard again and with my vigorous tonguing of his shaft and gentle attention to the head, it wasn't long before the he was yet again throbbing with orgasm.
I looked across at Mike and saw he was fucking the Vietnamese girl hard and fast in the missionary position again.
Although I had already cum twice in a short space of time, I felt the stirrings of arousal as the boy expertly ministered to my tired cock. It seemed such a waste to cum in his mouth again.
"May I fuck your arse again?" I asked him.
"Okay."
I knelt back on my heels and slicked my cock with lubricant. The boy expected me to want him on his hands and knees again, but I indicated I wanted him to lie on his back; I wanted to take him like a girl. Pulling his legs wide apart, I wrapped them round my waist so the boy's buttocks were resting on my thighs. I positioned my cock at his puckered little hole and the boy relaxed to let me in. When I was firmly embedded inside his hot, tight hole I pulled his legs up over my chest so his heels rested on my shoulders, then I rose from sitting on heels to a kneeling position, my hands grasping the boy's waist firmly to hold him up and give me purchase.
I used long, slow strokes at first, and the boy's cock grew hard again. However it wasn't doing much for the arousal of my tired cock so. I speeded up until I was fucking him hard and fast, like Mike with the Vietnamese girl. I could see distress on the boy's face as I cruelly jolted his body with every thrust, but fortunately I didn't last long and somehow my tired cock managed to suck hidden reserves of sperm from my drained balls and spurt them into the depths of the boy's velvety bowels.
I was now totally spent, and I pulled my rapidly deflating cock from the boy's abused rectum. It had one or two flecks of faeces this time, as his stomach had started to refill his bowels with its waste products. I cleaned myself up with wet wipes and towels and gave some to the boy to do the same.
"Sorry about that. I hope I didn't hurt you."
"It's okay. Most customers are like that so I'm used to it. I've never had a customer give me so many orgasms before so you earned it."
The boy was smiling so I guessed he was okay about it. I remembered the way his cock had got hard with the long, slow strokes yet deflated when I fucked him hard and fast and I reckoned I could get him to orgasm again. I looked across at Mike, who was now vigorously fucking the Vietnamese girl in the doggy position again, and reckoned we had a few minutes to spare.
The boy was now standing, although he hadn't yet put his clothes back on. I knelt in front of him and sucked his limp cock back into my mouth. I teased the tip with my tongue while gently squeezing his tiny balls. He quickly became hard again. I repeated the method I'd used before, fucking his cock with my mouth while licking the underside of his shaft. Before too long I felt his muscles go rigid and his cock throb and jerk inside my mouth, his legs trembling as he struggled to stay upright.
"Thank you," he croaked, "that was nice."
Just then I heard Mike grunting as he unleashed a second batch of sperm into the Vietnamese girl's cunt.
With all four of us now looking spent, we made the unspoken decision to finish. Mike and the Vietnamese girl cleaned themselves up with wet-wipes and towels, and the boy dabbed my saliva from his cock with a towel. Everyone got dressed again, the boy in his sister's skirt and panties, a tell-tale bulge at the crotch if you knew what to look for, then we packed all the supplies in the holdall and headed back to the car.
Mike dropped the two youngsters outside the school gates and they went inside. I asked Mike what the boy was doing at a girls' school.
"The boy normally goes to St Bernard's, the boys' equivalent to St Mary's. You've seen how identical he is to his sister. They've always swapped identities to confuse their parents and they decided it would be fun to try it with their schools and it escalated. They even get their hair cut the same way specifically for that reason. I expect the girl started it because she's the one with the wicked sense of humour. I've no idea how the boy started selling his body. He has to be ordered in advance so he can arrange to swap schools with his sister. Unfortunately they can never work as a pair, much as I'd like to arrange it. What did you think of the boy?"
"It was great fun, my best birthday present ever. Thank you."
"How would you rate him compared to his sister?"
I didn't want to seem ungrateful, but I was still a bit put-out at having been presented with a boy despite my preference for girls so I decided to be honest.
"I think I prefer the sister, even though I was sore for a week afterwards. There's something about her."
"Yes, I know what you mean."
As we drove back to work I vowed to make another trip soon to sample the redhead.
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