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At a party around Christmas of 1999 I met Philip, whom I had not seen in four years and did not at first recognize because he was taller, bulkier, and wore sunglasses. I had made a man of him, and considered him one of my most successful pupils.

He introduced to me his date Marla, who was like the poster child for Les Miz, with those huge round dark eyes and a shaggy hair cut. She was hardly an innocent waif though, dressed to incite a riot in a jumper that clung to her thin hips and small butt like a second skin, and she had no blouse, thus her nipples, which were painted in a shimmering azure, were exposed whenever the straps moved. She sipped a Shirley Temple and smoked a Balkan Sobranie cigarette. I'm used to seeing young girls in sexual poses, but my heart tripped at the sight of this child, she was absolutely riveting, and her legs and ass were so tight I felt my spark plug stirring uncomfortably. My own date eyed me suspiciously while I scoped out Philip's, and she gripped my pant leg aggressively, trying to draw my attention back where it properly belonged.

Philip beamed proudly. "I've come to a constant with girls this age. There is something about the twin cusps upon which they hover that maddens me. On the ending verge of innocence and childhood, on the beginning edge of the ceaseless sexual drive that compels them to ever greater extravagances."

He had spoken well, captured the very core of appeal of these girls. My own date was an almost exact contemporary of Marla's, more worldly maybe, but so similar. "Well said, Philip! May I introduce Gloria, she is a very shy but will do it with you if you want."

Philip and I decided to meet later in a a quiet room and sample and swap our playthings together. My girl Gloria is an exceptional fuck for her age. I had made her dress to show off her charms, of which the finest is her round, apple rump. It was essentially bare save for a green string worn down the cleft. Her pubis, of course, was hairless and had been masturbated vigorously before we went in. She wore high heeled black boots and leggings to the top of her creamy thighs, and a white tee shirt with a picture of Elvis Costello on it. Gloria wore her green-dyed hair in pigtails and had been made up exotically, like a college girl, with purple lips and a nose ring. Despite her extravagant dress, Gloria was actually painfully shy and hardly spoke to anyone except me, and she kept her tiny fist on my pant leg most of the time. Once in a while she would beckon me and I would bend to hear her, since she spoke so softly, and it was usually something about her butt. She liked to tell me about her butt.

Please don't think Gloria was my only sexual outlet; because of my work I have intercourse with numerous subjects, plus I enjoy dating two or three people at a time. With young girls like Gloria one has to figure on school nights anyway, so it works better to have several partners available.

This day at the club was a weekday, school was out for the Christmas holidays. I had decided to go clubbing with her because she'd expressed a desire "to see a buncha cocks" and I thought it might be amusing to show her some of the young boys who worked

There was this one particular tyro who always made me laugh. He was six I think and his name was Cleve: he always wore a black cowboy hat with a string cinch around the neck. His perpetually stiff dick was about 2 inches long. We thought of him as an energizer bunny: he'd fuck like a teenager, not able to cum of course, and would keep going until he simply collapsed from exhaustion.

I got a big laugh out of it when a man would set him on a girl and he'd be sweating, pumping away. He was very well taught in the mouth area: swore like a sailor. Can you imagine a treble voiced boy with hairless gonads screaming at at girl to "pound my nuts off you fuck bitch!", it was so funny. Then somebody would pick him up by main force and literally carry him to another girl and fit him into her. He'd keep going like some windup toy!.....(cont)