------------------------- Burglar {RivYavtry} (Mgg) ------------------------- ------ Part 1 ------ My name is Chris. I'm a burglar by profession. I'm not proud of the fact, it's just a way to earn a living. I was taken into care when I was too young to remember and went through a succession of foster homes and children's homes before being thrown out on the streets with minimal qualifications at 16. I went through several dead-end jobs before I met "Dave" in a pub one night - I'm not even sure that Dave was his real name. We became friends and bumped into one another quite frequently after that. One night Dave asked me if I wanted to help him with a job. It turned out to be my first burglary. While we were in the house I was shaking with fear, and yet got turned on by the thrill. We made a decent haul and the money was very welcome. We did jobs regularly after that, Dave showing me how to case a joint, what was worth stealing and how to find a fence to dispose of the booty. One night Dave and I were supposed to meet in the pub before a job, but he never showed up and I never saw him again. Perhaps he was caught by the police, perhaps he was run over by a bus. Anyway, that provided me with the incentive to go solo and I gave up my latest crappy day job to go full-time. I considered that life owed me something for all the shit it had served me so far. I developed a routine. I would move to a new area once a month, staying in a downmarket bed and breakfast. For a fortnight I would do no jobs, selling on the spoils from jobs I did two months ago, and taking the time to study the area and thoroughly case properties of interest. Then I would try to fit in an average of a job every couple of days until the end of the month, when I would move on at least 50 miles. I mostly worked by day as properties with two working adults are empty yet can contain some quite desirable bounty. I was very careful what I took, only small items of medium-to-high value that I could carry and dispose of easily, jewellery and watches for example. I didn't make a fortune but I got by and I built up a small nest-egg in case I had to change my line of business. I told the b&b owners that I worked for a franchising company, travelling from area to area looking for suitable areas for them to start a new franchise - I would report back and if it was favourable in terms of potential market and availability of premises then the company would recruit a franchisee to service the area. It sounds a bit lame but the cover story didn't give me too many awkward questions. I had a surprisingly active sex life. Almost every landlady is looking for some excitement to brighten up her life and they frequently made passes at me - if they were at all decent looking I was happy to oblige and they taught me a lot, and I really mean a lot. Sometimes they had children living at home and occasionally the daughters would show their interest too, but that would have been way too risky for me. I succumbed to the odd chambermaid though, in establishments which could afford to hire extra help. The month had been dire. The b&b was awful and the takings from the burglaries so far had been minimal. It was Friday, and the next day I was due to move on to a new area. I was sorely tempted not to bother with any more jobs, but there was one last property on my list of potentials I had scoped out, and a coin toss decided it for me. The property was large, a bit grander than my usual target, and it was set in quite large grounds. Surprisingly there was no burglar alarm and fortunately no dog. Other than that the owners had done most things right, but left one weakness that I had soon spotted with my trained eye. I'm not going to tell you what it was because I might visit your area one day and I don't want you to be prepared. There was evidence that the owners had at least one kid, but it was term time and mid- morning so the kid should have been at school. The property looks empty. I gained entry quite easily then move from room to room looking for items of value. It was a complete nightmare, as though the owners had known I was coming and had hidden everything that might have been of interest. I finished a circuit of downstairs empty handed then moved upstairs. The master bedroom showed promise until I found the safe - small but very effective and beyond my capabilities to crack. Guest bedroom - nothing. Adolescent boy's bedroom - nothing. The last room on the floor was a young girl's bedroom. I nearly didn't bother but sometimes indulgent mothers give their kids valuable heirlooms to keep so I decided on a quick look. As I entered the room I sensed something behind me and started to turn round but I was too late..... ------ Part 2 ------ Slowly I regained consciousness. I was aware of a throbbing pain emanating from the back of my head where someone had hit me with a hard object. My back and legs felt raw and bruised. I was lying naked and spreadeagled on something soft but rubbery, possibly a rubber sheet on a bed. I was blindfolded and had a wad of cloth in my mouth to gag me. Even my watch had been removed. There were cords round my wrists and ankles. I tried to move my arms and discovered the cords were tied to something. I gave a hard tug to see how secure they were but nothing gave. "Oh look, he's awake," came a young girl's voice. "Shall we remove his blindfold and gag and get started?" replied another young girl. "Let's do it!" the first girl replied. Hands brushed my face as the blindfold and gag were removed, and I scrutinised my captors. I couldn't tell how old the girls were but they couldn't have been more than thirteen and they had to be more than eleven because they were wearing the uniform of the local secondary school. One girl was a potential supermodel - thin as a rake, tall for her age, long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, expressionless face with a beautiful tanned complexion and dazzling blue eyes. The other girl, in a few years time, would be a sex bomb. Slim, but not excessively so, with a clearly defined waist, nicely muscled limbs, and every prospect of a stunning figure to come. Short, almost boyish red hair, green eyes, very pale skin with freckles and an unbelievably cute little button nose. The school uniform consisted of white blouse, blue blazer and grey pleated skirt almost down to the knees, and white ankle socks. Both girls had removed their blazers and I could see they were wearing bras under their blouses but I couldn't tell what was hidden underneath. "My name's Callie," said the blonde, "and this is Sophie. What's your name?" "Dave," I lied. SLAP! The smack on the face the blonde had given me made my teeth clash and sent waves of pain through my already suffering head. Sophie held up a credit card with my name on, 'Chris Markham'. I groaned. I had broken one of my own cardinal rules and carried something that could be used to identify me while I was on a job. "You're a burglar, aren't you," said Callie. I nodded. "And not a very good one. We searched everything you had on you and you hadn't taken anything," added Sophie, indicating my clothes sitting neatly folded on a chair. "This is the summerhouse at the bottom of the garden, converted into a bedsit cum recording studio for my brother. We slid you downstairs on the carpet and carried you here in a wheelbarrow," said Callie. That explained the rawness and bruising to my back and legs. Callie continued "My brother's away at university and my parents never come down here and they don't know I have a key so we won't be disturbed. And it's soundproof so you can make as much noise as you want but nobody will hear you." "Give him a demonstration," urged Sophie. "Helllllpppp," screamed Callie, so loud it made my head ring. The kid had one hell of a scream in her. "So here's the deal," continued Callie, "you're going to help us with a homework project. If we're pleased with your contribution we'll let you go free. If you do anything to hurt us or try to trick us, we'll go to the police." "We watch CSI," added Sophie, "and we know exactly where the bruises should be to corroborate rape." Sophie lifted up the front of her grey pleated skirt, unintentionally giving me a quick flash of her panties, and grasped the inside of her shapely upper thigh tightly, leaving red fingermarks. "We know your name and we have your DNA," she continued, holding up the wad that had been in my mouth, and unballing it to reveal a pair of girl's panties. I wondered if one of the girls had been wearing them. "Do you agree?" asked Callie. "I won't be much use. I left school without any qualifications." "You've got all the qualifications we need," replied Sophie, holding up a copy of a popular sex manual. Suddenly I was intensely aware of my nakedness, but there was nothing I could do about it. Sophie suddenly showed some concern for my well-being. "Do you want a drink of water?" she asked. "Yes please, and an aspirin if you have one," I replied. "Sorry, we don't have any aspirin," she apologised as she went over to the sink, poured some water into a mug and brought it back to me. She tried to pour some into my mouth too quickly and I spluttered. She then supported the back of my head with her hand which allowed me to sip the water. I was so thirsty that I drank the whole mugful, but declined a refill. "I need to pee, could I use the toilet please?" I asked. The two girls conferred in whispers on the other side of the room - I heard something about not risking untying me and one of them whispered that she'd never seen a man pee and they reached a decision. "You'll have to pee into a container," announced Callie. With her left hand she held on my belly the same mug I had just drunk from, and with her right hand she held my flaccid cock pointing into the mug. That was one of the hardest things I've had to do in my life - pee into a mug with a young girl, a mere child, holding my cock. Eventually I managed to relax enough and release a stream of straw coloured liquid. Both girls were riveted at the sight. Eventually the flow petered out to a trickle then just an odd drop. "I would squeeze the last few drops out then shake it dry," I instructed. However Sophie fetched a tissue and wiped the end dry, although she didn't pull back my foreskin to do it properly. "Right," said Callie, "let's start." ------ Part 3 ------ The two girls opened the sex manual. "Chapter One: Foreplay," said Callie. "Hmmm, sensual stroking. I don't think so," said Sophie. "Kissing. Do you fancy kissing him?" asked Callie. "No! Let's skip this chapter," replied Sophie. "Chapter Two: Masturbation," continued Callie. Callie handed the book to Sophie to hold and came over to me. She took my flaccid cock in her hot little hand and yanked down violently. "Ouch!" I exclaimed in response to the pain, "that hurt. Not so violent." Callie pumped my cock a few times in the fashion illustrated in the book but my cock still hurt and there was no way I was going to get hard. "It's not working," said Sophie, "let's go on to the next chapter." "What is it?" asked Callie. "Oral sex," replied Sophie. The two girls looked at the illustrations and giggled. "We have to let him lick us down THERE!" exclaimed Sophie, unable to keep a straight face. "I'm game. I'll go first," said Callie. Callie reached under her skirt and peeled off her panties, pale blue with butterflies on, her privates obscured at all times by the front of her skirt. She mounted the bed and manoeuvred until she was over my head. Her skirt settled over my head shutting out the light so I couldn't see anything, but she had got her positioning wrong anyway and her privates were somewhere around the area of my throat. "I can't see," I complained. "You have to let him see what he's doing. You'll have to take your skirt off," Sophie elaborated. Callie got off the bed again, unfastened her skirt at the waist, slid it down her slim legs and stepped out of it. Callie was a natural blonde, with one or two blonde hairs on her immature, puffy-lipped pussy. Her white privates were a stark contrast to the rest of her honey-tanned skin. She mounted the bed again and manoeuvred as before, so that her pussy was somewhere about level with my adam's apple. "You'll have to shuffle up. You're out of reach," I instructed. "But I'll be sitting on your face," replied Callie. "That's right," I confirmed. Callie manoeuvred again and got it right this time, her pussy ending up right over my mouth when she lowered herself. I could see up inside her blouse, and her chest seemed to be completely flat with only an empty bra protruding above her prominent ribs. I stuck out my tongue and forced it between her labia. She tasted clean and little-girlish, not like a woman. I explored her dry pussy, trying to seek out her clit, but I couldn't find it. "What's it like?" asked Sophie impatiently. "It's rather icky," replied Callie. On impulse I tried to thrust my tongue into Callie's cunt. Callie gave a jolt and a gasp - that had definitely had an effect. It was hard work on my neck muscles but I started tongue-fucking the entrance to Callie's cunt and slowly I felt her getting moist. "What's it like now?" Sophie interrogated. "It's strange. It feels like I'm about to pee and yet I don't want to pee." I was getting somewhere but my neck muscles were getting tired so I tried seeking out Callie's clit again. This time I felt a definite little bump with my tongue, so I switched to tracing little circles around it with the tip of my tongue. Callie was groaning and breathing heavily. "Callie, what's wrong?" asked Sophie. "Nothing," pant, pant, "You have to try this," pant, pant, "Owwwwww!" Callie pushed down hard on my face as she came, her thin body trembling from the strain. After several seconds Callie recovered enough to dismount. She looked flushed, her cheeks were red as though I had slapped her, rather than the other way round. "Yeuk, he's made me all slimy," said Callie, feeling between her legs, "thank God I didn't kiss him." "Your body did that," I corrected her, "it's your natural lubrication to make sex easier. Come and feel my nose and chin - I didn't lick those." Callie came over and looked at my face. "Ew, that's icky." "My turn," said Sophie. She came over with a towel and cleaned me up, then took off her own skirt revealing quite a decent figure for a young child and a pair of white panties with blue flowers on over her slightly rounded belly and nicely rounded buttocks. "I'd like to oblige but that was hard work on my neck and tongue. Could you give me a drink of water and a few minutes rest please," I asked. Despite the obvious look of disappointment on her face, Sophie swilled out the mug I had just peed in, and filled it with water. No accidents this time as she helped me drink it. Meanwhile Callie had been looking ahead in the book. She showed an illustration to Sophie. "Look, that's how a woman gives oral sex to a man." "That's gross," said Sophie, "that's where he pees from. We're supposed to put that in our mouths?" "Yes," I joined in, "fair's fair, I licked Callie where she pees from. I didn't even ask her to wash it clean first, but you're welcome to clean me first." Sophie filled the mug with more water and brought a box of tissues with her. She moistened a tissue and gently wiped my cock with it, gently pulling back the foreskin to reveal the head. Both girls watched attentively as they examined my cock in detail while Sophie finished washing it, then wiped it dry on the towel. "I suppose I could give it a try," said Callie reluctantly. She took another look at the illustrations, then climbed back on the bed between my legs. She took the shaft of my cock in her left hand, and popped the head into her mouth. The hot wetness did the trick and for the first time since the ordeal started, my cock sprang to life. Callie looked shocked at seeing my cock increase so hugely in size, but I looked her in the eyes and reassured her. "That's good, you're doing fine." "What do I do now?" asked Callie. "The book says it's a blow job so I guess you blow," said Sophie. "No, although you can suck if you want to. Use your tongue, and lick down the underside." Callie obliged and I groaned quietly as my cock seemed to get harder and harder. "You see those two fleshy objects that are hanging down. See if you can get one in your mouth and suck it," I instructed. "Ew, no way, they're all hairy," responded Callie, putting the head of my cock back in her mouth. "Then gently pump your hand up-and-down my shaft," I instructed. Unlike the violence Callie perpetrated on my cock last time, this time she got it right. I felt my groin start to tighten. "I'm going to cum," I warned, trying to raise my hips off the bed to thrust my cock deeper into Callie's mouth. Callie took her hand off my cock and let it slip out of her mouth. I groaned with disappointment. "What does that mean?" she asked. The urge to cum quickly evaporated, and my cock, leaking pre-cum, started to go soft. "When a man cums, he shoots out semen. Some women don't like the taste so they either take the cock out of their mouth or take it in deeply so the semen bypasses the taste buds on the tongue. It can be quite difficult to swallow because it's rather stringy." "Oh," responded Callie. My cock was now flaccid again, and the head felt chilly where Callie's saliva and my pre-cum were drying. "My turn," insisted Sophie. She slid her panties down her shapely thighs and stepped out of them, displaying a more mature pussy with a light covering of thick red hairs. "Alright then, I think I'm ready for you," I acceded. Sophie climbed on the bed and got into position over my head. She had learned from Callie and got her position right first time. She had a faint musky odour, as though she had been turned on by what she had witnessed between me and Callie, and this was confirmed when I stuck my tongue between her labia and found that she was already moist. I looked up her blouse and saw that above her pale, freckled skin her training bra was filled quite nicely by a couple of promising protuberances. She tasted slightly tangy and yet sweet at the same time. I sought out her clit with my tongue and found the prominent little button immediately. I flicked her clit with my tongue and she mewed like a cat. It wasn't going to take long to make Sophie cum. A few circles round the clit to tease it, then another flick, and Sophie rewarded me with a stream of juices which I swallowed readily. Sophie was mewing almost continuously and when I circled her clit then flicked it again she came violently, clasping her hot thighs to the side of my head and grinding her pussy into my face. I continued licking round her clit, and although Sophie had relaxed her thighs she continued mewing. More circling and another flick and she came for a second time, and this time I was almost suffocated as she ground into my face. It took several long seconds for her orgasm to die down, then Sophie collapsed on top of me. "God, that was awesome," she exclaimed while panting to get her breath back. Callie brought the towel back over and wiped Sophie's juices from my face. She looked rather jealous that Sophie had had two very obvious orgasms to her one. "Right, it's your turn to put his cock in your mouth," she insisted to Sophie. "Do I have to?" Sophie complained. "Don't you think he deserves it?" Callie responded. "I suppose so." Sophie took the towel and wiped herself dry between the legs then slid down the bed until she was between my legs. She took my limp cock in her hands and suspiciously put the head in her mouth. She took it out again to say "it's salty." "When a man gets excited he emits a small amount of lubricant of his own. It's slightly salty," I explained. Sophie slid her lips back over the head, and kept on going. The moist heat brought my cock back to life and I felt the head probe towards Sophie's throat. She gagged slightly when it hit the back of her mouth, but repositioned her head to take it even deeper. Two thirds of my cock were now in this young girl's mouth; any more and she'd be deep- throating me. She started using her tongue on the underside of my shaft and because there was no room to pump her hand up-and down, she started clenching and unclenching her hand on my shaft. Sophie was giving me a better blow-job than any of the landladies. I felt my groin tighten and the impending inevitability. "I'm about to cum," I warned. Sophie's only response was to focus her beautiful green eyes on mine while continuing her ministrations. Suddenly I exploded, shooting spurt after spurt down my cock and into the waiting mouth. The first spurt took Sophie by surprise but she instinctively swallowed. The timing of each spurt matched the unclenching of Sophie's hand, producing a sort of feedback that made me spurt again and again and again. I must have squirted twenty jets of cum into Sophie's mouth, and each time she managed to swallow it. "What's happening, what's going on?" demanded Callie. "I've just had my best ever blowjob," I gasped, with a very satisfied smile on my face. Sophie released my rapidly deflating cock and let it slip from her mouth. She coughed slightly and grabbed the mug of water, gulping it greedily, even though it had been used to wash my cock. "I didn't see anything," complained Callie. "There's still some cum on the end of my cock," I volunteered. Callie sniffed the white streaks on the head of my cock and wrinkled her nose. "Ew, did you swallow that?" she asked Sophie. "Like a true professional," I replied. It was intended as praise and fortunately was taken as such by Sophie, who responded by smiling at me as though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Callie didn't know whether to be grateful or jealous that I hadn't shot a load into her mouth. She looked at her watch. "It's dinner time. I'm going to the local shop for sandwiches. Are you coming, Sophie?" "Yes, I'm hungry," Sophie replied. The two girls got dressed. "Can we get you some sandwiches?" Sophie asked me. I asked for ham and pickle and a cola, since beer was obviously not on the menu. Callie searched my jeans' pockets and pulled out a tenner. "This will do nicely," she smiled at me. The two girls then left. ------ Part 4 ------ After what seemed like half an hour the girls returned with a carrier bag. Three packs of sandwiches, two packs of tuna and mayo for the girls and ham and pickle for me, and three cans of drink. Because I was still tied spreadeagled to the bed, Sophie had to feed me and hold the can to my mouth. We even made polite conversation. I asked the girls why they weren't at school. "We felt like a day off hanging out here," replied Callie. "Our school has an electronic tagging system. When you get to school in the morning, you register and you're given a wristband. The wristband is tracked to make automatic attendance counts and check that you're still on school property. We signed in this morning then gave our wristbands to our friend Jill who has all the same classes. Later this afternoon we'll have to go back to school so Jill can give us our wristbands so we can hand them in and sign out. I asked the girls how old they were. "I'm thirteen in a couple of months," replied Sophie. "I was twelve four months ago," replied Callie. I asked a few more questions about family, pets, what they wanted to do when they left school. Callie wanted to be a nurse and Sophie wanted to be a model; each wanted to be what the other was showing an aptitude for. Eventually, when my drink was long finished and Sophie had just drained the last dregs from her can, Callie reached for the manual again. "Chapter Four: Straight Sex," she read aloud. "I can't possibly have sex with you," I butted in. Telling Callie she couldn't do something only goaded her into wanting it more. "And why not?" she pouted, her blue eyes flaring at me. "Firstly you haven't got a condom, and secondly you're far too small. You saw how big my penis is when erect. It will never fit inside you. You should wait until you're older and have sex with someone you love." "I have too got a condom," Callie replied with a flourish, "and Jill says she's had sex with her boyfriend and if she can, I can." Callie went over to a chest of drawers and pulled a drawer open. She rummaged around under her brothers clothes then triumphantly produced a condom, still sealed in its foil wrapper. "I'll go first again," declared Callie. She ripped open the foil and took out the condom. She pulled it out into a sausage shape, then worried about how to fit it over my flaccid cock. She pushed and pulled and squeezed for several minutes but was patently unsuccessful. "Oh well, we don't need one anyway," she announced, "Jill says you can't get pregnant the first time you have sex." I didn't correct her. Callie took off her skirt and panties again, so that she was naked from her waist down to her white ankle socks. She climbed onto the bed and positioned herself over my groin. She tried to insert my flaccid cock into her cunny but it just wouldn't go. "I think you need a bit of help here," I volunteered. "Firstly you need to get me aroused so that my cock is hard, and secondly you need some lubricant to help my cock slide inside you." Sophie held up a bottle of hand cream. "Will this do?" she asked. Sophie also had an answer to the first problem. She got on the bed with me and Callie, and taking a firm grasp of my cock with her right hand, sucked the rest of it deep into her mouth. I was helpless to resist, and my cock sprang to life, seeking the back of Sophie's throat. Disappointingly she then pulled her head away. "I'll hold it while you coat it with hand cream," Sophie instructed Callie. Callie squeezed a dollop of hand cream into her palm then smeared it onto my cock. "Now I'll keep hold while you lower yourself onto him," Sophie again instructed. Sophie's firm grip round the base of my cock kept it engorged with blood, so it stayed erect even though I no longer felt aroused. Callie lowered herself until the head of my cock was just between her labia and about to enter her cunny. "It's not too late to change your mind," I encouraged, "you don't have to do this." "I'm going to do it and you can't stop me," insisted Callie. She lowered herself some more so that the head of my cock was just inside her cunny, but then hit an obstruction which made us both gasp. Callie looked at me with surprise. "You're a virgin, your hymen's intact," I observed. "If you push down hard you should be able to break it but it will hurt and you might bleed a little." "I'm going to do this," Callie insisted again. She paused for a moment as though building up the nerve to do it, then thrust down hard. My cock burst through her hymen, but she immediately went rigid as she forced herself not to cry out. A trickle of blood wound its way down my cock and onto Sophie's hand. "Just hold still for a while and let the pain ease," I advised. Tears were running down Callie's face and she sniffled, but her blue eyes glared defiantly into mine; she was determined to continue. The strain of holding herself rigid despite the pain soon began to tell and beads of sweat broke out on her forehead and her white school blouse developed transparent patches and stuck to her thin frame. However the tears stopped and she wiped her face dry, then the trickle of blood stopped and she steeled herself to continue. Little by little her hot, tight little cunny swallowed my cock until it bottomed out about two- thirds in. Callie was very tight and clearly not aroused as she wasn't producing any lubrication of her own. "What now?" she asked me for instructions. "Raise yourself and lower yourself. You'll be able to feel when you get the rhythm right." Callie slowly raised and lowered herself on my cock. It didn't seem to be doing either of us any good - it fact my foreskin was feeling a bit raw because she was so tight. "Rub yourself where I licked you this morning," I suggested. Callie obeyed, and slowly it had an effect. Penetration became easier and deeper as she became aroused and lubricated, and she speeded up until she was bobbing up and down quite quickly. She still couldn't take my full length but Sophie was forced to take her hand away and I stayed hard. Callie's previously flat belly bulged slightly as my cock penetrated her slender frame. "Oh God", pant, pant, "that's good," pant, pant, "that's sooo good," pant pant, "Owwwww!" I felt Callie's cunt contracting round my cock as she came, then when her orgasm was over she got off me and collapsed, panting and red- faced, on the bed beside me. I wish I could have photographed her face in the next few moments; it looked as alive and vibrant as at any time since I had first seen her, and with some whispy strands of blonde hair plastered across her face it looked incredibly sultry and mature. "My turn now," announced Sophie. My cock was still hard, and smeared with a mixture of hand cream, and blood and fluids from Callie. I thought Sophie would clean me up first, but no, she whipped off her skirt to reveal a wet patch at the crotch of her panties. The panties quickly followed and then she was on me, pushing her cunny down on my cock. To my surprise it slid in easily; her hymen must have been broken by sports. Another surprise that Sophie's hot, tight little hole took my whole length on the first stroke despite her being physically shorter than Callie. Sophie's extra athleticism and stronger thigh muscles meant that she was quickly able to strike up and maintain a decent rhythm. This was proper fucking and I was getting aroused too. Although Sophie was tight, she was well lubricated and my cock didn't feel the discomfort it had with Callie. "I'd love to see your breasts," I whispered. Barely breaking rhythm, Sophie unbuttoned her blouse then felt round behind her back and released her bra. Sophie's breasts were tiny, smaller than a golf ball, with large areolae, and her erect nipples clearly demonstrated her arousal. "I can't believe you just did that," exclaimed Callie, shocked that Sophie was showing me her breasts while she had kept hers firmly covered. Sophie and I were so engrossed we didn't care. On Sophie's downstrokes I was raising my hips of the bed in response, and I could feel my groin start to tighten. Sophie was mewing and panting now so I realised she too was close to cumming. I squeezed my muscles to delay cumming, but an attractive pink blush spread over Sophie's pale, freckled body and her cunny started throbbing round my cock so I relaxed and let my semen spurt into her unprotected cunny. Despite our age difference we came in perfect harmony, the spasms of Sophie's cunny milking my life-giving seed. At last I was sucked dry and Sophie collapsed on top of me, her perky nipples pressing into my chest. By bending my head down I was able to give her a gentle kiss on the forehead. Sophie looked up and gazed into my eyes with a look of wonder and adoration on her face, then she kissed me on the lips. I responded, and the kiss became passionate. I probed between her lips with my tongue and she parted them and let me enter. Our tongues met and I tasted incredible sweetness. Then Callie destroyed the moment. "Look at the time, Sophie. We have to get back to school to get our wristbands back from Jill so we can sign out," she said, with more than a hint of jealousy. Reluctantly Sophie peeled herself away from me. The two girls cleaned up and got dressed. "We've got to go back to school now," said Sophie, "but we'll be back after our evening meals. Can we get you a burger or something?" "Yes please," I replied, "a burger would be fine." The two girls left in their school uniforms, looking angelically innocent. ------ Part 5 ------ I hadn't realised daylight was entering the building but it gradually faded, turning objects in the room into grey shadows. Without a watch I had no idea how long I was alone. It was probably only two or three hours, and yet those seemed to be the longest hours of my life. Although the girls had cleaned themselves up, they had left the mixture of hand cream, juices and blood to dry to itchiness on my rather raw cock. My back was sticking uncomfortably to the rubber sheet, and raising myself up for a few seconds relief only seemed to make it worse. I had to keep flexing my arm and leg muscles to ward off ever impending numbness. And what started as a mild discomfort in my bladder became potential disaster with nothing to take my mind off it. I was jiggling around on the bed in agony when the girls returned. As they switched the light on, the aroma of burger and chips reached my nostrils. The girls were now dressed in casual wear, t-shirts and jeans, although Callie's t-shirt was so short you could see her lower ribs. "What's wrong?" asked Sophie, noticing my discomfort. "I desperately need to pee. If you don't hurry, I'll go all over the bed," I replied. Sophie fetched the same mug as before and held my cock to point into it. Despite my desperate need to go, it took quite a while before I could relax my muscles enough for the pee to start dribbling out. "Oh, we didn't clean you up," observed Sophie, noticing the dried residues on my cock. The pee now speeded up and the mug filled rapidly. "Whoa," instructed Sophie, and she squeezed my cock hard. Somehow I clamped my muscles to stop the flow. Sophie emptied the mug then brought it back. I released my muscles again but this time only an intermittent dribble came out, accompanied by a burning sensation in my urethra. After an age the dribble ceased, although it felt as though there was still some pee left in my bladder. Sophie emptied the mug again and brought it back with fresh water inside. She gently wiped my cock clean using more tissues then towelled it dry. By this time the burger and chips were lukewarm, but still tasted delicious. Sophie fed me the burger and chips, although both girls helped to polish off the chips. Then it was canned drinks all round, Sophie helping me with my cola. Despite the discomfort, I was rather enjoying all the attention I was getting from Sophie. "We intended to bring Jill back with us," said Callie, "but her folks grounded her because she stayed out too late at last week's disco." I was rather relieved at that, as my cock was a bit raw and I didn't think it could cope with much more action. Eventually the manual reappeared and the girls continued their way through it. At first they were apparently looking at the various positions for straight sex. "That one looks really uncomfortable," giggled Sophie, pointing at an illustration, "I don't think I'd like to try it." "We'd have to untie him for this one, and we agreed not to risk it. Besides, I'm still a bit sore down there so I don't really want more sex at the moment," replied Callie. "Oh look, there's what we did, with the woman on top," exclaimed Sophie. After the chapter on straight sex, the book apparently moved onto various other sex-related themes. I couldn't read the book from where I was lying, although I made a mental note to obtain a copy, but I could guess at the various aspects from comments the girls made sporadically. "That looks like a cock," said Callie, "why would anyone buy a rubber one when you can have the real thing," indicating in my direction. "I don't see the point of that," said Sophie, pointing at an illustration in the book, "it says it's a vibrator but what vibrates and why?" "I used to hate it when my dad spanked me. How can that be fun?" asked Callie. "I don't want to be spanked and I don't think we can spank Chris because we'd have to untie him to turn him over," replied Sophie. I think that was the first time either girl had used my name. "And we don't have any whips or riding crops," added Callie. "Urgh, that man is peeing on that woman," said Callie. "I suppose we could pee on Chris but that would make a terrible mess to clean up," replied Sophie, "and I can't see what we'd get out of it." "Bondage!" exclaimed Sophie. "Well, we're already doing that." "And look at this one, the woman's wearing a school uniform," said Callie. "We've done that too," replied Sophie, with a bemused look on her face. "Look, a nurse and a policeman," added Callie. Although I couldn't read the manual from where I was lying, I could tell from the thickness of pages that the girls were nearing the end. My hopes rose that the girls would soon finish the manual and end my incarceration. "Anal sex," announced Callie. "Ew, the man is putting his cock up her bum," observed Sophie, "That's gross - I'm not doing that!" My relief was tempered by the fact that everything I had done with Sophie so far had worked well. However Callie, having been outdone by Sophie at every turn so far, spotted her chance to get her own back. "Well I'm going to give it a go," she declared resolutely. "That's not a good idea," I said, "it could be more painful than when I broke your hymen. And if I perforate your rectum you'll need emergency surgery in hospital." I think I'd have had a better deterrent effect if I'd been all enthusiastic about it. As before, my doubts only served to spur her on. "If it's that bad it wouldn't be in this book," she asserted confidently, but then she showed a bit of uncertainty "but if you've got any suggestions to make it easier then speak up." "Any chance of you having an enema first?" I asked. "What's that?" asked Callie. "Here's an illustration here in the book," observed Sophie, "the woman squirts water up her bum and washes herself out, but you need special equipment." "That's out then," said Callie. "When was the last time you had a shit?" I asked. "Um, yesterday morning I think," replied Callie. "Try to have a shit now then, and force as much out as you possibly can, then wash yourself thoroughly," I instructed. Callie disappeared through a door, presumably into the toilet. "Have you got another condom?" I asked Sophie. "No," she replied. "This is going to be messy," I observed, mainly to myself. A few minutes later I heard the toilet flush, then I heard water running, then shortly afterwards Callie returned looking a little flushed herself. She had obviously strained quite hard. I wasn't really surprised she had put her jeans and panties back on. Belatedly she realised that hadn't been necessary, and peeled them down her slender legs and stepped out of them. She had changed her panties since the afternoon because she was now wearing pink panties with butterflies on, presumably part of a set with the blue ones she'd worn earlier. "You'll need to get me hard again and you'll need lots and lots of the hand cream," I instructed. As before, Sophie did the necessary to get my cock hard. In fact, she was so enthusiastic about getting me hard that I nearly to came in her mouth again, but to my disappointment she released me just in time. Then while she held my cock firmly, trapping the blood inside and keeping it hard, Callie gave it a thick coating of hand cream. Callie then knelt over me and lowered herself towards my cock, similar to her position when she fucked me previously. Apparently like an illustration in the book she was facing me, so I could see her pussy but not her anus. I felt the head of my cock meet warm, puckered skin. Callie pressed down on my cock, but rather than gaining entry my cock bent painfully then slid up between her buttocks. "Sophie, hold my cock and make sure it doesn't slip away again," I instructed. Sophie grasped my cock and held it in position as Callie lowered herself towards it again. Again my cock head encountered warm, puckered skin, which again wouldn't yield. "Callie, push out as though you're trying to have a shit," I instructed. Callie looked distinctly uncomfortable with the idea. "It's ok, you're not going to shit all over me because you've just emptied yourself and anyway my cock is in the way," I reassured her. Callie started to push out, and I could feel her anus soften. "Harder," I encouraged. Callie pushed out as hard as she could, grunting with exertion, and the head of my cock slid through her sphincter. Red-faced, Callie gasped and clenched her sphincter as hard as she could, but my cock was securely inside. Sophie released her grip on my cock. Realising that nothing horrible had happened, Callie slowly relaxed her muscles again. "You're doing very well," I encouraged her. "Now lower yourself onto my cock very slowly but don't make any sudden movements." I was expecting Callie's anus to be as tight and hot as her cunny. Although it was tight, it wasn't tight enough to rub my cock raw as her cunny had done initially, but her rectum was way hotter, like a miniature furnace. It was hard to believe such a tiny frame could generate so much heat. Callie slowly lowered herself and millimetre by millimetre my cock was absorbed into her. I must have been about halfway in by now, and I was starting to get aroused by the pressure and the fiery heat. The inside felt strangely velvety and sticky. "Oh my God," exclaimed Sophie, half in a whisper, "what does it feel like?" "Strange," replied Callie, "I sort of need to shit and yet I don't." "Doesn't it hurt?" asked Sophie. "No, but my poop hole feels as though it's about to burst," replied Callie. "Are you sure it will return to normal afterwards?" Callie asked me. "Yes, after a few minutes," I replied. "Sophie, rub some more hand cream round Callie's poop hole to soften it," I instructed. "What? That means I'd have to touch Callie's poop hole!" Sophie protested. "It's clean, and I'm doing far more than touch it," I reassured her. "I suppose so," Sophie reluctantly agreed. Sophie rubbed some hand cream round Callie's sphincter. "Oh God, that feels good," Callie exclaimed. Callie resumed her slow downwards journey, and more of my cock disappeared inside her. My cock was feeling some resistance now, and I guessed I was nearing the end of her rectum. "Don't expect to be able to get all of me inside you," I warned. That was like waving a red rag to a bull. Callie hadn't been able to take my full length in her cunny whereas Sophie had, despite being shorter in height. "Yes I will," insisted Callie, her blue eyes flashing a steely glare at me. Callie defiantly put a bit of a spurt on so my cock was three quarters embedded, then clenched her muscles hard. "Oh God, I need to shit," she exclaimed, involuntarily pushing out hard. "Just hold still for a while and it might pass," I instructed. Callie held herself motionless and gradually relaxed her internal muscles. The exertion was telling; little beads of sweat had broken out on her forehead and stomach. After a pause of a couple of minutes or so, Callie resumed, moving very slowly this time. My cock felt as though it had grown to baseball bat proportions, excited by the fiery heat and pressure along its length. I was very nearly all the way in. Suddenly Callie clenched her muscles again as the urge to shit overwhelmed her, then she relaxed and pushed out again as her body made a futile attempt to expel my cock. I felt my groin tighten, then I lost control, thrusting up violently from my hips. Callie gasped as my cock forced itself in all the way, then jetted several spurts of cum into her rectum. As my orgasm faded, I relaxed and sank back to the bed, Callie following me down so that she was sitting on my groin, her tiny belly bulging obscenely from my presence. Callie's sphincter, stretched to it's limit, kept my cock engorged with blood so I stayed hard. "You just came in me, didn't you?" asked Callie. That was a first for Callie, the first time she had made me cum. "Yes," I replied. "What now?" she asked. "You can't do the pistoning motion you did with your cunny because your rectum is too fragile. Gently hump up and down a little." Callie lifted herself off my groin slightly. I felt a chill from the juices where her cunny had pressed against me so she was obviously aroused. About half an inch of my cock slipped out of Callie. Then she pressed down again so I was fully back inside. I didn't feel like cumming again, so I was a bit distracted. "Show me your breasts," I asked. "What, do you think I'm a slut?" Callie replied indignantly, her eyes flaring. Callie continued her gentle humping. Her arousal was obviously growing but she had the discipline to take it slowly, keeping her hands well away from her clit and cunny. The heat and pressure was working on my cock again, and my arousal started to build to match my hardness. Callie's humping got more violent, over an inch of my cock was being exposed every time. Callie was groaning in time with her humping and her face was turning bright red, and I could tell she wasn't far away. Suddenly she squealed, and the muscles of her unemployed cunny started contracting violently, the spasms propagating through her whole body. That sent me over the edge and I thrust up hard into her rectum as my second orgasm broke, jetting more spurts of cum into her depths. Callie collapsed on top of me, all her muscles slack, and my cock finally started to deflate and slip out of her. Suddenly Callie jumped up and made a dash for the toilet. Shortly afterwards there was a loud, rasping fart as her body expelled the air which had taken the place of my cock. Sophie looked at my cock, smeared with shit and semen, with obvious distaste, and an acrid smell permeated throughout the room. There came the sound of the toilet flushing and then water running, then Callie returned, looking a bit sheepish and still very red faced. "I thought I was going to shit," she explained. "You'll do that quite a lot for the next few hours, but you're only expelling air," I explained. To my immense surprise Callie fetched a mug of fresh water and cleaned me up, previously something that Sophie had always done. I looked at Sophie but her resolute stare showed that there was no chance of her replicating the feat. Callie looked triumphant at having got one back on Sophie, and having made me cum twice. Callie returned to the book but Sophie suddenly noticed the time. "Oh God, I've got to go. I've got to be home by ten," she announced. I was sort of relieved. I had no idea what lay in those last few pages, and I was very glad Callie's family didn't own a dog! Hopefully my ordeal was now at an end. "I'd better finish too. It'll be strange, sneaking past the house to get to the front door the ringing the bell for my folks to let me in," said Callie. Callie put her panties and jeans back on while speaking. The two girls then made for the door. "Hey, what about me?" I called out, "I've done what you asked and you said you'd let me go. I've got to check out of my bed and breakfast place tomorrow morning. And these ropes really hurt." "You should have thought of that before you decided to burgle us. Besides, our friend Jill wants to meet you," replied Callie. Sophie switched off the light, plunging the room into darkness, then the two girls left. "PLEEEASE," I shouted, "don't leave me here." I thrashed around violently on the bed, but only succeeded in making the cords dig into my wrists and ankles. "HELP!" I shouted until I was hoarse, but nobody came. ------ Part 6 ------ Somehow I must have managed to doze off because I awoke with a jolt when the door clicked shut. "Who's there?" I called out. There was no response, and it was impossible to see anything in the pitch black. I lay there in total silence, waiting for whoever it was to make another noise, but all I could hear was the sound of my own heart thumping. Annoyed, I pulled hard on the cords that restrained me. To my surprise, the one tied to my left wrist pulled free. I leaned over and started picking at the knots on the cord round my right wrist with my newly liberated left hand. Because I couldn't see what I was doing in the pitch dark it took a long time but at last the cord loosened and my right wrist was now also free. A few more minutes and I had my ankles free as well. I vaguely remembered the position of the door and the light switch so I swung my legs off the bed in the right general direction and stood up. I felt rather unsteady from having been tied down for so long. Taking very small steps I moved towards where I thought the door was. Even so, I banged my shins a couple of times in the darkness. When I reached the wall I moved along it, feeling with my hands. I found the light switch very quickly, before I found the door. Since the girls had switched the light on earlier when they weren't supposed to be in here, I guessed the light couldn't be seen from the main house. I flicked the switch then winced as the brightness took me by surprise. Looking around, I found my clothes still neatly folded on the chair, and I got dressed. My jeans' pockets were empty; the girls had taken the small amount of money I carried with me. It wasn't a great loss, it could barely have covered the cost of food and drink they had bought during the day. Searching through my jacket pockets, I found my watch, credit card and b&b keys. The time was just after 2am. I had time to get back to the b&b and get some sleep, pretend I had been there all night and leave as planned in the morning. I had a surprise when I felt in my right side pocket, I found a pair of neatly folded white panties with blue flowers on. I opened them out and smelled a familiar slightly musky odour. Written on them in black ink was a mobile phone number followed by a kiss. In my left side pocket I found another surprise, a pair of blue panties with butterflies on with a watery red stain at the crotch. They also bore a mobile number and a kiss in black ink. I wondered if Callie's mother would notice a pair missing from the set. The thought crossed my mind to exact some sort of revenge on the summerhouse, perhaps wrecking it or setting it on fire. But, apart from the lump on the back of my head and some rawness and bruising to my limbs, the day had been perversely enjoyable. As I switched off the light and went out the door, I was even toying with the idea of getting a job and sticking around for a while.