Timmy first met the gorgeous 15-year-old, black girl, Gemma when she was sunbathing in their back garden with his step-sister Mandy and her friend Becki. The three girls had spotted him drooling out of his bedroom window at their long bare legs and taut bottoms. Gemma had taught him how good black pussy tasted but had not let him any further.

Gemma could not attend the Junior Porn Club School as she was back in the West African country Burkina Faso, visiting her grandparents and getting pregnant.

The most that Timmy knew about her home country was that it has the lowest legal Age of Consent for sex.

At the Coach Station

Gemma’s Mum and Dad dropped her off at the Coach Station, chattering about the usual Passport/tickets/money stuff. Her Mum kissed her tenderly, with just a flash of tongues, holding hands. Her Dad hugged her close, her soft breasts pressing against his chest through the short yellow sundress; just managing to avoid the impulse to squeeze her bottom in public. As she mounted the coach steps, watching her long bare legs and flash of bare black bottom, he wondered if perhaps that dress was a bit too short to wear without panties. Gemma turned at the top step, smiled down at her parents, pulling down the hem of her dress coquettishly to hide her bare pubes, “Love you both!”

Back home, her Mum and Dad drew the lounge curtains and made passionate love; the second time that day, while watching their daughter’s porn video on the new flat-screen TV. With her friends Becki and Mandy, she featured in the mk3 masturbator promotion video. This was supplied as an instruction manual with each mk3 sold and showed her gorgeous body in intimate detail being brought to multiple climaxes by her friends. Some ladies reported that the mere act of clipping on the arm-band control unit and attaching the shiny nipple clamps was enough to get them wet. Once they had stepped into and adjusted the thigh straps the middle cuntal probe sought out their moist pussy lips and began to gently vibrate.

Uncle Mike’s invention of the mk3 masturbator won the UK Porn Industry 2012 Design Award and his prize included funding to make this video and holiday vouchers for its 3 starlets. A narrow blue suspender belt held up the two flexible thigh straps, which housed the batteries, motors and control circuitry. Once the anal and cuntal probes engaged in their correct orifices they vibrated to the pounding disco music in Gemma’s headphones; the nipple clamps responding to soft high notes down to the anal vibrator picking up the deep heavy bass notes. It also had two tiny clitoral ‘rabbit ears’ which sought out the most sensitive area at the top of her pussy, stroking her erect nub into a frothy mess.

Gemma’s Mum remembered back to their first practical lessons on licking pussy; Gemma was a natural – regularly bringing her off. The camera zoomed up between Gemma’s legs, the pussy juice dribbling out down the crack between her taut buttocks. Under instruction from Becki’s smartphone, on-screen the anal probe wormed its way relentlessly into his daughter’s arse, Dad recalled that session when she demanded he take her anal virginity. She had felt fabulous, him holding onto her narrow boyish hips and ramming his prick between her cheeks until he had to pull out and cover her back in his hot sperm. Now he was behind her Mother slipping and sliding in and out of her slick cunt, just the way she liked it: hard and fast one minute, slow and gentle the next, all the while watching their daughter starting her porn career with those beautiful bi-sexual schoolgirls Becki and Mandy.

In the Coach

Back in the coach, Dave was taking his 14-year-old daughter Rose and son Jonny home from their Mother after it was her weekend with them. They all sat at the back of the coach; Rose and Jonny in the window seats, him next to Rose and all happened to be looking out as Gemma arrived.

Rose swivelled around to face Dave, “Daddy you shouldn’t stare at that girl in the yellow dress. Is it because she’s not wearing a bra? Look, you can see her nipples poking out, and those lovely long dark legs go all the way up to her bottom. Look you can see she’s not wearing any knickers either.”

Her Dad’s erection was clearly an embarrassment as she stroked his thigh, and he tried to remember where he had seen this beautiful creature before. The thin cotton dress clung to her taut body, accentuating her hard pointed nipples on small high succulent teenage breasts. She was kissing her parents goodbye and when her Dad squeezed her bottom the back of her dress rode up exposing a complete lack of underwear, but crucially showing the blue thigh straps of the mk3 masturbator.

Gemma spotted the only empty seat right at the back next to a boy looking out the window. His Dad and she supposed his sister, sat in the row in front. Dave couldn’t take his eyes off her; as she walked unsteadily down the aisle-way, the sun occasionally streaming through the thin dress fabric and her heavy overnight bag held out in front lifting her hem. His eyes only left her crotch, to glance up to breast level to observe her hard nipples swaying slightly on each step. Gemma stopped only inches away, stretching up to put her bag into the overhead rack space. The scent drifting down from her hot body was intoxicating, and as she raised her arms Dave could clearly see the wires from the shiny iPod on her armband slipping through the dress armholes.

He half stood up to help with the heavy bag, “Gemma, um it is you isn’t it? Let me help you” as his face passed her gorgeous breasts straining upwards. Dave revelled in her musky perfume covering his face from the space between her breasts only inches away. Just then the coach started up; the bag safely stowed, and they both tumbled back down into his seat. Gemma landed lightly on his lap, his erection forcing the ‘A’ probe further into her tight bottom, “Oooooh, thank you,” she breathed, trying to untangle his hands from the nipple clamps inside her dress.

“Gemma, you angel,” he cooed, “I must have watched that video a dozen times, and it makes me cum every time. I just love the way you chew out that blonde girl.”

“That’s my lover Becki, and the other slag is Molly, she’s fun too. This masturbator is just awesome – it feels like I’m cumming all the time. Um, the other passengers are watching, so perhaps I’d better get a seat of my own,” she murmured, trying to stand up. He gallantly helped her upright, trying to resist touching her bare legs and covering up the damp patch from her wet pussy soaking into his trousers.

Gemma flopped into the seat behind, smiling at the boy and selected a suitable non-porn movie to watch on her smartphone. The nipple rings pulsed in time to the beating music in her earphones, and her cunt was soon feeling very mellow, without even turning up the mk3 masturbator speed. As Jonny wriggled around trying to get a clearer view of her movie his leg pushed up her dress clearly exposing the mk3 thigh straps. Gemma cradled Jonny’s head against her left breast, not stopping his hand from slipping slowly up her dress to stroke the dark flesh above the straps.

Rose swivelled around in her seat, staring at Gemma’s thighs, spotted her brother’s hand creeping up from the knee, “Naughty boy” she grinned at him. Then whispering into Daddy’s ear, “Daddy, she is gorgeous. I think Johnny is stroking her thigh. But how do you know her name?”

Rose touched Daddy’s erection, “Can I sit on that? We don’t want everyone to see it.” Without waiting for an answer Rose stretched her leg across Dad’s lap and landed down on his prick facing him, “Oooh, that’s nice,” she purred, “It’s touching my Gyna. Will it make me pregnant?”

“No, silly,” Dave breathed into her ear. Just sit still, and we won’t have any accidents. Now tell me what they’re doing.”

“Well my naughty brother is touching her leg; he seems to have forgotten about watching the video. There’s a funny buzzing noise coming from under her dress, she’s smiling at me and licking her lips. Oh, now I can see the shiny silver thing between her legs. What’s it doing to her? It seems to disappear up her Gyna. Oh, Daddy, she’s leaking. There’s stuff trickling down her thighs onto her nice yellow dress. Oh now Jonny is paddling his fingers in it, and he’s trying to stuff them in my mouth.”

Muffled licking sounds.

“Oh wow, she tastes heavenly. Daddy, will I taste like that when I’m all grown up and got proper breasts and stuff?”

Gemma slipped off her shoes and carefully eased both feet up onto her seat, spreading her knees so that her bottom and the buried ‘A’ probe were clearly visible to Rose.

“Oh Daddy, there’s another one of those shiny things, and it’s up her bottom. Daddy that is disgusting, surely that isn’t right. What is it doing to her? It seems to make her happy,” then a long pause, “At school they taught us all about sexual intercourse between a man and a lady. He puts his penis into her vagina to make babies. Can you put your penis up someone’s bottom? Would that be possible? Is it nice? Daddy, do you ever fuck Mummy up the arse?”

Gemma was responding to Jonny’s hand on her thigh – her nipples getting harder, and her juices flowing freely now. She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the mouth, he returned the kiss by slipping his tongue between her lips, “Oh, you’ve done that before, just how old are you...?”

Jonny didn’t answer but pushed Gemma’s head down towards his shiny penis emerging from the waistband of his red shorts.

“Naughty boy, you know you’re much too young for me to suck that. If I just nibbled the tip I bet you would try to push it down my throat and force me to swallow a mouthful of your hot salty cum, and that would be so wrong...”

“Dad,” whispered Rose, “she’s talking to Jonny’s penis. I think she wants to suck him off. Is that OK? Daddy, I’d like to do that. Does it feel good? Can a boy suck a girl off? Oh I’ve so much to learn. Will you teach me to suck?” pushing one hand down inside Dave’s trousers.

“Just wait until we get home darling, Daddy will let you try anything you want.”

Fortunately, they arrived at the airport terminal just before they were all thrown off the coach for gross indecency.

At the Airport

Gemma shakily walked off the coach giving Dave a good eyeful of wet cunt and headed for the Airport Terminal. She checked in a small holdall of bikinis and dildos and was imagining lying on a beach in the hot sun trying to choose between 2 gorgeous boys when she walked through the security scanner and all hell broke loose.

A very loud klaxon shook her from her reverie and she was instantly surrounded by male and female security guards who bundled her roughly into a brightly-lit side room. The 2 female officers were the worst, pushing a detector wand hard between her legs and groping her breasts and bum while they forced her to strip.

The senior male guard recognised the mk3 masturbator still pulsing front and back and ushered everyone else from the room declaring he personally would need to interrogate the suspect.

“Show me how you control those probes,” he said gently trying to calm Gemma down.

Gemma tentatively increased the oscillations of the front probe, the guard dropping to his knees to lick her exposed clit. He roughly pulled the rear probe out of her arse and pushed two fingers in, catching Gemma off balance and making her climax.

“We cannot possibly let you on a plane wearing that,” he said, undoing his fly and pushing his prick into Gemma’s mouth.

Gemma reluctantly undid the straps and let the mk3 drop to the floor and removed the nipple ring vibrators while sucking hard on the guard. Fortunately, there was a box of tissues to wipe up the stream of spunk he left on her chin and breasts. Later she rang Mike – the inventor, to put a Health Warning on the mk3 website on how to avoid getting raped by airport security.