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I left Georgia on my father's back aged three. He carried me two thousand five hundred miles and I was four when he lifted me down off the back of a lorry, somewhere in the English countryside.
I grew up in an orphanage. When I was small was the one who got buggered regularly by the older boys, and by the people who were supposed to be looking after us.  Of course, as I grew older, I followed their example; under the respectable surface the whole place was a sexual free for all, and by the time I reached my teens, I had a well established preference for the younger girls; although if I was sharing, I was still happy to have a cock in my arse while my own was buried in a young cunt or arsehole. At sixteen years old and after ten years, in which I had rarely spent a night alone, I was sent out into the world to fend for myself.


We ended up in some kind of camp, where I started school and learned English; by the time he got his papers as a political refugee, I was nearly six; we then moved to London where he found a job on a building site. He was fortunate in that his skills as a carpenter were in demand and he was a hard worker who soon got promoted to foreman but he was saving hard and we stayed in the one room flat he had rented.


I first saw Alice picking up a half-eaten burger outside the shop; she was about three years old and stick thin. I was on my way home from school and when I spoke to her in English she clearly didn't understand me. I looked around for her parents but there was no one, so, not knowing what else to do, I took her home. Dad sat her in front of a bowl of stew which she wolfed down so fast it made her sick.
I spent the next few years living rough in squats, where, as a reasonably good looking and sexually experienced young man, I had little difficulty finding girls (and rarely, boys) who had run away from home, some as young as ten or eleven, to share my sleeping bag. When the police raided the flat I was staying in, and found me in bed with a naked fourteen-year-old (who swore blind that we were only sharing to keep warm and that I hadn’t fucked her, twice), I realised that I was fortunate not to be arrested for statutory rape. I was a lot more careful after that and even though the occasional little nymphet ended up sharing my bed I tried to keep it as discreet as possible.


Dad soon discovered that she too was from The East, Ukraine he thought, but in spite of his asking around, we never found her parents. She was filthy dirty and had scabs on her knees and elbows, as well as what Dad thought were some rat bites. I took her down the hall to the shared bathroom and ran some warm water. She didn't know what to do, so I peeled the shabby dress that was her only garment over her head and helped her in.


She just stood there looking at me, so I undressed and got in with her. I knew about the difference between boys and girls and I had some idea of what grownups did in bed, because Dad sometimes bought girls back to our room when I was supposed to be asleep. I would lay there and watch as he got them to suck his willy, and make it hard, then he would push it into the hole between their legs and pump it in and out until they both made groaning noises; sometimes Dad would have to put his hand over the girl's mouth to keep her quiet. They were always gone in the morning.
Alexsi ran an illegal gambling house and I helped him out occasionally, collecting debts. Although I’m not very big, I could take care of myself and I found it fairly easy to “persuade” people to part with their money. Dimitri was Alexi’s brother, and he made his money producing porn films, many of them involving young children. When he offered me a job, I didn’t hesitate.


Alice was not much more than a baby, but when I sat her down in the water, I could see that, just like the bigger girls Dad bought home, she too had a hole between her legs. I rubbed soap all over her, using my hand since there was nothing else and I paid particular attention to that interesting hole, even sliding a soapy finger inside; she didn't like that and started crying so I left it alone.




[[Summer Holiday/Bob 5 years on|Five years later]]
[[Summer Holiday/Bob 5 years on|Five years later]]
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[[Category:Summer Holiday]]

Revision as of 09:14, 25 August 2019

I grew up in an orphanage. When I was small was the one who got buggered regularly by the older boys, and by the people who were supposed to be looking after us. Of course, as I grew older, I followed their example; under the respectable surface the whole place was a sexual free for all, and by the time I reached my teens, I had a well established preference for the younger girls; although if I was sharing, I was still happy to have a cock in my arse while my own was buried in a young cunt or arsehole. At sixteen years old and after ten years, in which I had rarely spent a night alone, I was sent out into the world to fend for myself.


I spent the next few years living rough in squats, where, as a reasonably good looking and sexually experienced young man, I had little difficulty finding girls (and rarely, boys) who had run away from home, some as young as ten or eleven, to share my sleeping bag. When the police raided the flat I was staying in, and found me in bed with a naked fourteen-year-old (who swore blind that we were only sharing to keep warm and that I hadn’t fucked her, twice), I realised that I was fortunate not to be arrested for statutory rape. I was a lot more careful after that and even though the occasional little nymphet ended up sharing my bed I tried to keep it as discreet as possible.


Alexsi ran an illegal gambling house and I helped him out occasionally, collecting debts. Although I’m not very big, I could take care of myself and I found it fairly easy to “persuade” people to part with their money. Dimitri was Alexi’s brother, and he made his money producing porn films, many of them involving young children. When he offered me a job, I didn’t hesitate.


Five years later

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