Introduction to Junior Porn Club Thongs

I generally start my stories with a sentence like “If you are easily offended by under-age sex, fucking-machines or child masturbation devices then please read no further”

However, on some other sites it is more complicated – we the readers are expected to believe that nobody under the age of 14 ever has sex. So we have to enter this fantasy world where young men of 14 are still virgins, not watching any porn, spying on their mothers in the shower, or masturbating.

No young woman under 14 sunbathing in a brand new bikini has ever asked her dad to rub sun-tan oil onto her lower back for fear of him getting an erection and compromising the virginity she is saving for her magic birthday.

I don’t believe in this stuff and aside from the literary censors, nor I suspect, does anybody else. So I have created the Junior Porn Club thong – all a character needs to do is put one on and by the next sentence magically they are 14.

But of course physically unchanged – so a young boy maintains his lithe undeveloped body, innocent mind and constant sex drive, but according to the digits glowing in front of his erection, just below the ‘jpc’ logo, he is now 14+.

His older sister entering puberty would still have delectable size 31AAA breasts and a taut arse to drive her Dad mad with desire but is now magically 14+, so can satisfy his dirtiest cravings.

A fully developed young slut – perfect hips, fabulous pubic triangle, stunning 32B tits, will fuck either sex on sight, will be 14+, but has her virginity and intact hymen magically restored.

So if you see an opening paragraph like this, I am sure you will understand: Ellie woke up early, stretched and ran both hands down inside her jpc thong, on her 14-year-old body, wondering why she felt different inside. Curses – still no breasts yet, but her hard little nipples felt stronger today – more responsive to the occasional tweak as her right hand left her thong, trailing across the bed. Her hand bumped against the sleeping form of her best school friend Kit; the same age and height.

Both Kit’s teenage mum Gemma and her dad Kurt came from Burkina Faso in North Africa, so she was a delicious dark chocolate brown all over, except for her tight little slit the same colour as Ellie’s tongue. A quick check revealed Ellie’s hymen was still intact, but her bottom was very sore. Now she remembered, last night she had begged Kurt to take her anal virginity. At 14+ she was desperate to experience more than just the occasional moistened finger in her boyish backside. Kurt may have had the biggest blackest cock she was ever likely to encounter, but he was the perfect gentleman; insisting that Ellie remain in control at all times. Only penetrating her insides as far as she could cope; never rushing, he was happy to take all night if necessary to make her climax. Kurt owned the local sex club in Soho and boasted that he personally checked out every aspect of each stripper or pole-dancing applicant so knew how deep was safe.

So armed with the literary ‘jpc’ thongs, I hope you can enjoy the following story: The response to Uncle Mike’s sales video was astounding, with numerous emails from girls and mothers wanting to order an mk3 masturbator. Mike and his lovely wife Pam set up an area on the website where parents could send photos of their daughters wanting to get into porn. An application form to join the Junior Porn Club asked for photographs – nude and clothed, bust size, age (although no restrictions), sexual preferences, and confirmation the girl was technically not a virgin.

Judging The gorgeous bi-sexual 14+ Becki, her older sister Faye, Molly and Pam met up at the workshop to judge the entries. A mum had supplied a beautifully observed line drawing of her daughter, topless and peering down the front of her skimpy shorts. In the second drawing, May was sitting on the floor, legs widely spread, a close-up of her open cunt only hidden behind a fluffy kitten, something creamy dripping out and pooling between her bum cheeks. May was instantly accepted, and her mum was invited to give an art class.

Many girls had to be rejected as being far too young – others were told to apply next year when their breasts had grown a bit more.

Bob had supplied nude photographs of his identical twins Amy and Amilie – long glossy dark hair, large dark eyes, huge dark nipples, a bit like younger versions of Little Lupe; they were instantly accepted.

Invitations The porn video director turned over the house in Bristol for a one-week junior porn school for the three selected girls.

Faye had a set of shiny thongs specially made, printed with the jpc logo, the girl’s name, bust size, and the postcode of the studio on the front. Red thongs for the ‘instructors’ Faye, Pam, Becki and Molly, blue for the ‘students’ May, Amy and Amilie, and silver for Jill the make-up girl and Dee the director. These were posted out with the dates, syllabus and house rules printed onto silver vibrators.

Getting there May nervously undressed and pulled the ‘jpc’ thong up her skinny legs, “Look Mum - it says I’m 14+ now”.

“How do you feel, darling?”

“Amazing, Mum - it’s like there are fingers stroking my pussy - just like when I rub Kitty’s tummy - you know how she purrs.”

May and her mum travelled up from the West Country by train and then jumped into a taxi at Bristol Station when the taxi driver asked for the destination May just read the postcode off the dildo. On the journey, May’s mum explained the week-long residential course syllabus of acting, writing and filming lesbian porn videos.

After trying out the vibrator on her nipples, she read out the printed rules: 1: Keep your ‘jpc’ thong on at all times to remain 14+ 2: No boys or parents to stay overnight, 3: No nipples on show at meal times, 4: No squirting indoors and 5: No two-person sex: only solo masturbation or orgies allowed.

The driver could not keep his eyes off May’s delicious body, asking, “So how old are you darling?”

“Show the nice man your age, baby girl,” replied her Mum, gently.

May gingerly lifted her dress exposing her blue thong, with the digits 14+ glowing in red below the ‘jpc’ logo, “Happy now?”

“Oh Fuck,” moaned the driver, nearly putting them into a ditch at the next roundabout. He waived the fare for a quick grope and drove off happily with a print of the dripping cunt line drawing as a tip.

Bob drove Amy and Amilie down from the Midlands, they spent most of the journey on the large back seat swapping thongs and licking each other’s size 32B tits. About halfway to Bristol, Amilie had fallen asleep, resting her head on her sister’s shoulder; but Amy was restless and climbed into the front seat to sit beside Dad. Bob got a great eyeful of her young lithe body down the front of her pretty sundress; between her small pert breasts down to the blue thong encasing her tight pussy.

“Dad you naughty man,” Amy whispered, “if you want to stare at my tits you know you only have to ask.”

With that, she settled into the front seat, bare feet up on the dashboard. After a few miles, she asked, “Daddy, can I open the window – it’s getting quite warm in here?”

Bob replied, “Sure baby and yes I’d love to see your pretty breasts.”

“Help me with this zip,” Amy replied leaning forward, “Yes that’s it” as the dress slipped off her shoulders into a puddle around her young hips. The breeze from the open window billowed the hem of her dress up and over her young thighs, leaving her nearly naked and rather vulnerable. Amy slid down in the seat so that only Dad could see her lovely young breasts, topped with dark crinkly nipples, and not be seen by the occupants of all cars on the motorway.

Bob could hardly take his eyes off them – glistening with a slight coating of sweat, “Baby, you are beautiful,” as his erection started interfering with his ability to drive in a straight line.

“Could you just check the satnav has the right postcode?”

Amy twisted around in the seat, trying to read the address printed on the front of her blue thong, “I’ll just have to take them off. Stop looking, you horrible man. A girl needs some privacy, even if we are going to the Junior Porn Club celebrations – I wonder what we’ll be doing.”

Amy hooked her thumbs into the thong and eased it down her long legs, lifting up her feet, hopefully without displaying any more flesh to Dad’s hungry eyes. “OK, so the postcode is BS45 something, something, something. Here Dad, can you read these letters – the print has got smudged.” Amy held the thong in front of Bob’s eyes. He just inhaled her sweet natural teen cuntal perfume.

“Have you learnt the rules, babe?”

“Oh yes, Daddy,” replied Ami sliding the slick silver dildo out of her cunt, then licking off the juices covering up the printing. “Hey there’s a new rule – it just appeared – it says ‘No sex on xhamster as you are under 14’. What rubbish – we’ve been making love on here for years and nobody ever complained. Can we stop to get some new batteries – the vibrations have all stopped. Oh wait a minute; it’s got a USB plug in the end – look I can charge it from your radio.” With that Amy plugged the unusual dildo into the dashboard radio and a tiny green light right at the tip started flashing.

Then the radio switched stations and the sound of muffled girly laughter filled the car.

“Where is that coming from?” asked Bob, “Wait a minute it sounds just like you two playing at lesbians; but from a really long way away.”

“I know,” replied Amy, staring at the special dildo, “It must have a microphone – it recorded the sounds in my pussy when Amy stuck her fingers inside. Listen – you can hear the juices flowing. I think that was me cumming.”

“I wonder if it is also a video recorder – I’d love to watch your insides,” replied Bob.

Just then Tangy-Ami woke up on the back seat, “My turn with the dildo – you can’t keep using it – here hand it over.”

Sweet-Ami reluctantly unplugged it from the radio socket and passed it back to her identical twin, who promptly licked the remaining pussy juice off, before making it disappear up her dress. Bob was intently watching his beautiful daughter in the rear-view mirror, admiring the swell of her perfect-sized 32B breasts inside her dress compared to the delicious identical pair in the front seat that he was desperate to get his hands on. Just then the rear-view mirror flickered and was replaced by the image of a pink, very wet pussy internals.

“Look, Daddy, it’s me,” cried Tangy, “look you can see my clit, and all the way down the long tunnel where you love to slide your cock. It’s all wet and gloopy, see the way the dildo opens her up; it must have a light and camera and everything.”

Bob had no idea the car had a rear-view video system, but his eyes were glued to the mirror devouring every inch of his daughter’s cunt [that he was not allowed to fuck on some sites].

Not to be outdone, Sweet leaned over from the passenger seat undid his belt and zipper and took a firm grip with both hands on his erection, “Does this count as underage sex Daddy? There’s nothing about felatio in the rules. I hope it’s OK for me to suck your cock.”

With that Sweet imagined closing her mouth around the head of his penis; twirling her tongue in little circles and sucking in her cheeks. She imagined the feel of her dad’s organ growing in her little mouth as the blood pumped in, engorging it to full size.

Still not sure whether this was allowed, Bob held the back of his daughter’s head, thrusting his erection up into her willing mouth until he imagined the spunk pumping up the shaft. She held on bravely as the red-hot sperm would have hit the back of her throat, swallowing most and keeping a small mouthful for her naughty twin sister masturbating on the back seat.

Bob watched as Sweet clambered over into the back seat – her gorgeous arse fully open to his gaze for several seconds, before she flopped down beside her sister and they started kissing. Open-mouthed, they passed his imaginary sperm backwards and forwards on their little tongues, delighting in the taste of every drop. Both Ami’s swallowed hard and then displayed their open mouths to show it had all gone [or perhaps never existed]. The video camera outside Tangy’s cunt now showed a finger sliding up past it into her depths, puddling around in the pool of cuntal juice leaking out between her thighs.

Five minutes later a sleepy Tangy hands the dildo to Bob, “Dad charge it up – it’s gone flat again,” then nods off, wrapped around her naked sister.

Bob cannot resist licking her juices off the vibrator – absolutely delicious – like gooseberries and there’s still a faint patch of her twin’s sweetness. Bob turns around to comment on her flavour today, spots them asleep, so pulls a blanket over their gorgeous nakedness to keep their delicious teen flesh warm.

The jpc house Mike had turned the gym into a playroom, with mirrors on one wall (with video cameras behind). Giant soft cushions, a dressing-up box full of erotic underwear, silky skinny dresses, shorts, revealing tops, dozens of thongs, and dildos of all shapes and sizes.

Becki fixed a range of dildos with sucker bases onto the mirror wall in increasing size order and different heights. The girls’ favourite game every morning was to kneel and push backwards onto each dildo, in turn, to see which was the largest they could take. The view of tiny cunts being forced around larger and larger dildos each day was nearly too much for Bob and Mike watching through the two-way mirror.

Pam and Kaye helped with lubrication and encouragement as May squatted on a surprisingly large anal plug for such a tiny bum, while Amy tried out a strap-on dildo inside Becki.

Lessons Each day after lunch there was a different class: Dee the Director taught video filming and still photography – learning the importance of always focusing on eyes, nipples and clit. Faye ran a practical lesson comparing the effects of different vibrators and dildos.

Jill taught ‘stage’ make-up and cuntal grooming. She instantly fell in love with the twins, who were physically identical, trying to find a way to tell them apart. One day she was licking one cunt while the other twin masturbated furiously just inches away; when they kissed a shock wave seemed to ripple out of Ami’s clit and her tongue was covered in sweet pussy juice.

The other twin leapt to her feet, hand covering her cunt and rushed outside to the pool (to avoid a rule 4 violation). Quite by chance, Dee was in the pool testing a new waterproof camera when she was covered in Ami’s tangy squirt; so set up a competition to see who could squirt the furthest.

Jill, whose usual job involved keeping male porn stars erect throughout shooting, let the girls try out her box of creams and potions. She found that after a very careful pubic shave and moisturising a mixture of delaying cream and talcum powder on tangy Ami’s pussy hid her protruding lips, and removing her clit rings made for a passable child.

The digit ‘1’ on Ami’s thong flickered as it detected her apparent reduced age, but she managed to cover it with a hand to maintain her place in the story for now.