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Monday PM, October 15, 2001

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Story_intro: Driving past a telephone box, I have an idea.




Strangers, part 1

by Rupert


	The idea came to me one dark evening, as I was driving through a particularly run-down housing estate.

	Turning a corner, I drove past a telephone kiosk outside a graffiti-covered shop cum wine store.  Grouped around the phone was a group of kids, grubby and mouthy, pushing and scuffling with each other. One of the kids, a girl about eight, was pulling, what could have been her younger sister, a snot-nosed child of about six, around by her threadbare dress.

	In the glare of the streetlight, I caught a glimpse of grimy, yellow-stained pants. "Fuck off, cunt!" Her sister giggled, embarrassed at some remark the younger girl had just made to the three grinning lads leaning against the wall.  Anther girl, possibly about twelve, skinny, with a long dark main of hair, and very slutty looking, joined in.

	"yea, She's right-Sammy wants to see yer balls, don't ya Sammy?"  And then ran, squealing with laughter around the phone-box, hair flying the giggling Sammy in hot pursuit.

 An Idea formed in my head.  The following day, at midmorning, I drove back to the phone-box.
It was quiet now; the kids would be at school.   Firstly, I Jotted down the phone number of the box, then I made my other preparations and left, unnoticed.  That night, about nine o'clock, I rang the number.   A giggling girl answered, other kids voices loud in the background.  I could hear a lad's voice shouting "put it down, it's only another fuckin pervert" to squeals of laughter.

	Undeterred, the giggling girl continued. "Whacha want, you a pervert?"

	 "Yes", I replied, adding quickly, "Look under the shelf, there. You'll find some money."

	A hurried conversation ensued, then the girl came back on the phone, more serious now. "Yeah, we found it, mate, taped to the bottom. Is there any more?"

	"Yes, there's more" I replied.  Giving her instructions to find the other cash that I had hidden close by, I added that if they wanted even more, she was to stay on the phone, while her friends collected it. And that in the meantime, I would explain exactly what I required in exchange for much more money.

	Just as I had hoped, I had the girl's full attention now.  I explained to her that I wanted to meet her and her mates, and that I would be their sex-slave. That I would wank for them, so that they could see a man 'cum', and that they could generally abuse my body for their own amusement as they saw fit. For which they would be well paid.  The other kids had returned now, presumably with the rest of the cash that I had hidden.

	A muffled, urgent discussion followed, as the girl explain to the others what I was after.
A lad's voice came on the line, now. "You serious, mate?" "Yes" I replied.

	You've seen that I will pay you".  Another short discussion in the background.

	"Okay, mate. But you can't touch any of us, all right? No fuckin' with the girls or anythin' okay?"

	I hurriedly assured him that they would be totally in charge, and I was their slave, to be abused, calling him 'master' to emphasise the point.  The only detail was where. He quickly helped me out, giving me directions to a ruined building nearby, explaining that they played in the cellar sometimes, and that the steel door could be locked on the inside.

I agreed to meet them the next night, at nine. "Wanker!" the boy laughed, and the line went dead.
 I hoped that they would turn up, as promised.  Later that night, I packed a holdall with all of the things that I would possibly need.

	The 'den' was easy to find, although well hidden on waste ground, and entailed climbing a high fence. As I got close, I could see the short, dark shapes of the kids, their nervous giggling drifting on the night air.  I looked closely at them in the gloom. Two boys, about twelve, and three girls, one about six, the others, nine or ten, and around twelve.  "Down here."  One of the boys whispered, leading the way into the cellar. They all shuffled in, and the heavy, rusty iron door was closed and bolted. I lit the storm lanterns that I had brought, then turned my torch off.
I looked the kids up and down.

	The youngest girl had dirty, wispy blonde hair, pulled up in bunches, secured with rubber bands.

	Her legs were very skinny, her dirty badly knees scabbed.

	She appeared to still be wearing her school clothes, a far to short grey pleated skirt, dirty white ankle socks, and on this cool night, just a blouse that had once been white, cuffs and collar obviously grimy and dog-eared, even in the dim light of the lanterns.  The next girl, who was gripping her hand, and who I took to be her sister, was also blonde, her hair badly cut, short like a boy.  She was chewing bubble-gum. I could smell the cheap sweetness of it The girl's clothes matched her sisters, and appeared to be just as unwashed.  The last girl appeared to have a tight round bum, and budding pointy tits. Her hair was long and chestnut, her face thin but cute. She was dressed in tight jeans, and sweater.  I looked at the lads.  Both boys being very similar to each other, slim, over-short dark hair, with hard looking faces belying their twelve years. Both wore well-worn jeans and sweaters.

	I handed them part of the money, as promised, reminding them that they would get more after.

	Getting on my knees in front of the small party, I begged my masters and mistresses to use and abuse my body as they wished.  The smallest girl giggled, her sister and the others laughed, slightly embarrassed at the sight of a grown man cowed in the dirt, in front of them. The lads were emboldened now, at such a display. "Come on, wanker, Sammy wants to see yer balls, don't yer Sammy?" the one lad laughed.  The girls giggled.  "Yes, master, thank you." I replied.

	Standing up, I unzipped my trousers and pulled my now rigid cock, and heavy ball-sack through the opening.

	The girls came closer, their eyes gleaming in the light as they took in the sight of  my obscenely hanging, shaved genitals. "Come on, wanker, show 'em yer plum- show the girls how yer wank when yer looking at 'em . The other lad ordered.  "Yes, master." I replied, and taking my now very stiff, thick cock in my hand, I slid the tight foreskin back, exposing my fat plum to the amused young children.

	"Eugh!" the youngest girl exclaimed, burying her face in her in her hands for a few seconds, before returning her avid gaze back to my urgently swollen cock.  "Dirty fuckin pervert!" Her sister feigned disgust, as she stared at my cock intently. 

	I stared to wank as instructed, long slow strokes, forcing the foreskin fully back, and taking care to fondle my well-filled ball sack between strokes.

	"What a wanker!" one of the boys laughed. "Get Becca to squeeze is balls, Sammy".
The boy suggested.

	"Naw, she won't do it, would ya, Beecca?" The girl remarked, looking at her little sister.

	"I will, 'es a big cunt." The tiny girl retorted, to roars of laughter.

	"Come on Bec, I dare ya to squeeze his big balls really hard."

	The Twelve -year-old girl giggled. Both boys sniggered.  The defiant little tike strode up to me, looking me straight in the face.  I could see the grime around her baby mouth.  Releasing my cock, and putting my hands behind my back, I pushed my hips out, offering the child my balls.
"Thank you, mistress." I said.

	The child's hot and sticky little fingers closed tightly around my balls. Her tiny sharp nails dug into my tender scrotum, followed by the dull ache, as she squeezed hard.  "Ohh!" I groaned loudly, both from the intense pain, and my first experience of a young girl's hand on my fat ball sack.  Then I groaned again, even louder, as, loosing control, large jets of my thick white cum erupted all over the startled girl's small  hand and thin wrist. She held on grimly, as, my cock pumping wildly,  my hot cum ran over her hand and down her arm.  They all laughed loudly, the girls offering insults like, "dirty old cunt!" -"she's only a little girl, you pervert!"- "Make 'im suck the lads off, Becca!" the older girl suggested.





	

	


















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