Short Stories by Hope/The Driving Instructor
The Driving Instructor
Ted had a “good” war. After volunteering in ’39, he was taught to drive after basic training, and never fired a shot in anger. Even though he wasn’t a fighting soldier, he was a young man in a British uniform, and, even a couple of weeks after D-day, the French girls were still keen to show their gratitude.
It wasn’t until he reached Berlin in ’44 that he discovered his taste for very young pussy. People were starving and ready to do almost anything for some “liberated” rations, a pack of fags, or a bar of chocolate. The first time an old woman offered him her preteen granddaughter, he wasn’t too sure, but after he ran his hands over her smooth young skin, and tasted her immature pussy, he was hooked.
His job, transporting supplies around the city, gave him ample opportunity to acquire negotiable assets. He learned some German and soon developed a relationship with a local black marketer. This not only put cash in his pocket but gave him access to just about any perversion he could imagine. Boys and girls of all ages were readily available and for very little cost. He went to bars where the main event on the stage was a young woman being fucked by dogs, goats, and even on one occasion, a horse.
Harry did experiment with boys, but it was little girls that turned him on the most. Their gap-toothed smiles; their little hands that couldn’t reach all the way around his stiff shaft; their cute bottoms, so smooth and soft; their tiny feet with little wriggling toes. But most of all, it was their perfect little pussies. He was offered virgins at extra cost, but he was happy to not have to deal with hymens. In fact, the ones he liked best were those who had gone past being scared of men with hard cocks and were able to get at least a little pleasure from being fucked.
Of course, all good things come (or cum) to an end and he was eventually shipped back to England and demobbed. Post-war England was a mess, with thousands of soldiers returning and finding that the factories they worked in were bombed flat. Jobs were pretty scarce, even for a fit young(ish) man in his thirties. Harry’s first venture was to use his ill-gotten gains from Berlin to buy an ex-army lorry and set up as a haulier. He transported anything that would fit on his lorry from anywhere to anywhere else. There were no cross-channel ferries, so he was confined to Mainland UK.
Back then, no one worried too much about things like child protection. “Kiddy fiddlers” were common, and although they were publicly despised, they were generally in the same class as prostitutes and homosexuals. That is – undesirable but mostly tolerated. The more scurrilous newspapers regularly published stories of Scoutmasters, priests and teachers “abusing” young boys. Strangely, it was almost always boys. If they got to court, they would be fined and sent on their way. All they had to do was move to a different county and they could start afresh.
People were not starving, but there was plenty of poverty, and that meant little girls for Harry to use for his sexual pleasure. He soon learned where the “best” places were to satisfy his needs. He would park his lorry as safely as he could, often handing a few coins to a young boy as protection money. Then he would strip his overalls off and head for a public bath to get cleaned up, before going to the pub or club of his choice.
With a couple of pints inside him, he would check out the other patrons. A sharp suit and “kipper” tie were the badge of the local black market dealer, and a small whisky was usually a good introduction. A short while later, he would head for an address. Sometimes, this would be a brothel, with girls of all ages on offer. Harry took no notice of the scowls he got from older prostitutes when he chose a toddler over them. He was generous and always welcome for return visits.
The ones Harry preferred, however, were the amateurs. They would usually be in a two-up two-down terraced house in the poorest part of town. The only running water in the kitchen and an outside privy. The woman at the door when he knocked a code, usually looked a lot older than they were. Often, there were several children from babies up to teenagers. All scrawny and shabbily dressed, if they were dressed. He would see them peeping through the window to see what he looked like.
It was at one of these houses that Harry fucked his first baby. Up to then, he usually preferred toddlers or a little older, but his cock which had swelled when she answered the door with a naked baby in her arms, subsided again when he saw the other children. There was an unpleasant smell as well, and he nearly turned round and left. He dug in his pocket, intending to give the woman some money which he could see was sorely needed, but she held the naked baby out to him.
He followed her upstairs. The room was shabby but reasonably clean, and the bedroom she took him to was no worse than his own. She placed the baby on the bed and turned to him. “Her name is Elizabeth, Liz. You won’t hurt her will you,” was all she said. Harry gave her a Five Pound Note. More than he usually paid, and sat beside the quiescent baby.
Liz looked to be about twelve months old and was probably still breastfeeding, which might be why she looked better fed than her siblings. “Well, Liz. Do you have any experience,” he said as he removed his shoes, followed by his trousers and pants. He spread the baby’s legs apart to get a good look at her pussy and was surprised at how well-developed it was. “So who’s been fucking you? Your brothers maybe, or is there a man around somewhere?” Liz blew a spit bubble by way of reply.
He sat her between his legs, propped her up on the pillow and guided her little hands onto his stiff cock. “Not your first cock then. Might be the biggest so far though,” he said. She fell back and by way of a change, he pressed her feet on either side of his shaft. For some reason, this made her giggle. The sight of her dainty little toes compared with his thick cock made him smile, but it was the treasure between her thighs that he really wanted.
Harry got up on his knees, lifted the baby up and slid the pillow underneath her. Arranging it so that her pelvis was higher than her head. This meant that when he got onto his knees, he was able to press his cock down far enough to lodge the head between her cunny lips. Liz still didn’t show any signs of distress, which encouraged him to start pushing. He had a firm grip on her hips, so even though she kicked her legs about, he was able to force his man-sized cock into her baby cunt.
There was plenty of precum for lubricant and Harry took his time. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure for him, but Liz was objecting and let out a wail of protest as her inner folds were penetrated. Half expecting the mother to come in to rescue her baby Harry kept pushing until he was sure that there was no more room. When he pulled back and started fucking her, she seemed to relax. At least, she stopped wailing. It was so tight, and the sight of his thick pole buried in that tiny body, visibly pushing her belly up, was so erotic that he couldn’t hold back. After two or three thrusts, he shot his load into her belly.
As soon as he started cumming, he pulled out and aimed the gloopy white spunk all over her naked body. Some even reached her face. When he let go of her hips, she thrashed around and ended up face down on the pillow with her plump little bottom sticking up and the last few drops from Harry’s cock dribbled down her crack. “Fucking Hell Liz. Is that an invitation,” he said, looking at the tempting sight. He used his thumbs to pull her cheeks apart and reveal her tight pink hole. When he tested it with an exploratory finger, she hardly reacted at all.
With the tip of his index finger probing the baby’s anus, Harry felt the blood surge back into his cock. He normally took a while to recover after a cum, so he was surprised, and not a little pleased. After feeling how tight her cunt was, he wasn’t sure that he could get his cock in her arse but it was tempting. He looked around and saw the door was still shut. Liz seemed to be asleep or unconscious, but he could hear her breathing, so he pressed his cock head against the tiny pucker. The little boys he’s fucked in Berlin were mostly well-used and his cock slid easily into their greased arses. Harry suspected that she had never had a cock in there before and her sphincter was like a steel band when he finally got the head past it.
Unsurprisingly, he came almost straight away and his balls found a modest amount of spunk to fill her anus. He was glad to see that it was clean when he had shrunk enough to extract it and wasted no time getting dressed. One of the older boys was standing outside the door with his cock in his hand when he opened it and Harry nearly knocked him down in his hurry to leave. He assumed that the baby was about to get another helping of cum.
A few years later, with the appeal of roaming the country, as well as profits waning, Harry sold the business. Faced with the need for a new career, he bought a car and became a driving instructor. It was a good business as lots of people wanted to learn as more cars became available and he was delighted to find that some young mothers needed to bring their children along. He always insisted that the young girls sat on his lap to stop them from falling over in the back seat, and he was often able to send an exploratory hand up under a skirt to find a soft little pussy while the mother concentrated on clutch control and steering. He always stopped if there was any objection, but a lot of girls seemed to be happy to allow him to take liberties in return for a free lesson.
He became bolder, and amazingly there were no complaints. Word got around, and young mothers on tight budgets discovered that they could get free lessons if they bought their baby daughters with them. He had an instinct for how far he could go. Sometimes it was just his hand on a chubby thigh, and other times he could get a questing finger right inside a soft little pussy. It was pretty obvious which little girls were already familiar with cocks, and with those, he took full advantage. Sitting in the passenger seat of a car being driven by a young mum over speed bumps, while his cock was embedded in a tight toddler pussy was a real turn-on.
He found a derelict farm, where, in good weather, he could spread the child on the bonnet of the car while he fucked her with her mother looking on. When it rained, he made use of the back seat. Sometimes, if they were young and pretty, he fucked the mother as well as the daughter.
When Harry became a driving examiner, he found that the power to pass or fail people gave him new opportunities and he made full use of it.