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Brownies For Dessert
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13. Brownies for Dessert
The next morning was Saturday. We were all pretty tired and didn't make it
down to breakfast until about ten. We exchanged sly smiles over cold
cereal, English muffins and juice. Tim's and Cindy's mom wasn't feeling
too well, and was nursing a hangover in the back room.
Right after breakfast, Susan and Cindy put on their Brownie Scouts uniform
and went off to some sort of troop meeting. Tim and I went out in his back
yard for some one-on-one basketball. After about an hour, Tim's mom came
out the back door and said that Susan wanted to talk to me on the phone.
I could hear Cindy giggling in the background as Susan said, "Why don't you
stiff-cocked boys come over to Carrie Lee's house and show us your stuff?"
Well, I knew I didn't have to ask Tim about this, so I got the address and
we told Tim's mom we were going to go play basketball at the park.
When we got to the address Susan had given me, I rang the bell. Through
the closed door, Susan called out, "Carrie's mother and father won't be
home until late, so come on in and look at this."
When Tim and I walked in, Susan, Cindy, and a little red-headed girl were
standing in a row in their Brownie Scout uniforms. At a signal from Susan,
they all raised their skirts to show they were wearing no underwear at all.
By now, Susan's nearly-naked cunt and Cindy's bare little pussy were
familiar sights to Tim and me, so we both stared at the new hairless jewel
at the end of the line. At another signal, all three girls dropped their
skirts, turned around, bent over, and flipped up their skirts again to show
us a rear view of their pussies and bottoms. Reaching backward, they
separated their cheeks to show us their assholes and pussy holes. This was
sort of a new angle for both us guys, so we looked carefully at all three
of these bare-bottomed Brownies.
Turning back around, Susan introduced us to Carrie. Susan said she was
only nine years old, but was real interested in sex. Cindy told us Carrie
had invited them over after Brownie Scouts meeting and then asked them if
they would let her lick their pussies. Rather than leave us out of the
fun, they asked Carrie if she was interested in seeing some boys shoot goo
out of their peters.
Carrie reached up under her skirt and started to rub her slit as she said,
"Let's stop talking. I'm interested in seeing Tim's and Steve's big old
things right now!"
Cindy took over then, telling us the girls had planned that Tim and I would
sit on the couch with our dicks out, Cindy and Susan will sit in chairs on
either side of the couch with their skirts tucked up, and Carrie will go
around and around and make us all feel good. Since Tim and I thought this
sounded like a good idea, we all took our places. Susan and Cindy pulled
their Brownie Scout uniform skirts around their waists and sat down on two
big armchairs on either side of a small couch. They scooted forward so
their pussies were right on the edge of the chairs.
I wasn't sure about Tim, but all this naked pussy had made my rod hard as
iron. But I decided not to take it out myself, so I went over and sat on
the couch by Cindy's chair. Following my lead, Tim kept his pants zipped
and sat down beside me.
Ignoring our sisters, little Carrie walked right over to me and Tim as soon
as we sat down on the couch. Saying, "Let me do it," she went down on her
knees and unzipped Tim's pants and then mine. Then she reached right into
my tight jeans and pulled out my already-stiff prick. She bent over to
give my cock a quick kiss and a squeeze, then turned to Tim. When she had
done the same for him, she came back to me, unfastened the button at the
top of my zipper and spread out the opening of my pants. Then she did the
same with Tim's pants. Finally, she reached inside our underpants to pull
out our balls. Cindy and Susan were watching this whole show carefully,
rubbing their thighs together in anticipation.
Then Carrie positioned herself on the rug between me and Tim. Putting a
hand on each cock, she began to rub them both, moving the loose skin up and
down, covering and uncovering our dickheads. Without losing a beat, she
leaned over my lap and gave the head of my cock several big, wet tongue
licks, timing it so the licks were delivered when my cockhead was exposed.
She did the same thing to Tim, while she kept up a rhythm on both our
peters. She tried to suck Tim's cock, but her mouth was too small, so she
could only pucker her mouth over the hole at the end of his dick.
Hearing a moan to my left, I looked over to see Cindy staring fixedly at
Carrie's routine out of half-shut eyes. Both her hands were working on her
naked little cunt, stirring up a froth in her wet gash and spreading it
over her throbbing clitty. When I looked over Carrie's bobbing head, I saw
that my sister was also enjoying the sight of this little girl working away
on two rigid dicks. She had one finger buried deep in her pussy while her
Brownie Scout uniform blouse was hanging open as she lubricated her swollen
nipples with quick flips of the moistened fingers of her other hand.
Little Carrie was also aware of the girls, because she left me and Tim with
our dicks swaying in the breeze while she knelt between Cindy's legs. I
had a great view as she stuck out her little tongue and swept it from the
bottom of Cindy's hairless pussy-slit to the raging clit-ridge at the top.
Cindy put both her hands on Carrie's red head and mashed her crotch into
the nine-year-old's face. After a few moments, though, Carrie swung away
and crawled over to give Susan some sex play.
Susan was more than ready to get some girl-licking, because she held her
pussy lips open for Carrie's tongue. I couldn't see what Carrie did to my
sister, but Tim was getting an eyeful and Susan's eyes were rolled back in
her head. Again, though, after a few moments, and before Susan could get
off, Carrie turned back to the couch. I noticed that her grinning face was
wet with the girls' juices.
Before Carrie started back in on us, I asked her to stand up and let me
look at her cunt. I told her to stand on the couch, with a leg on either
side of me. This put her hairless, third-grade pussy right in front of my
eyes. Her Brownie Scout skirt was held up at her waist, so I had a close-
up vision of this new young cunt framed by skinny legs in long brown
Brownie Scout socks and little saddle shoes.
I reached up to rub this little jewel and was surprised to find Carrie's
crotch was wet. Parting her thin, hairless pussy lips, I could see her
inner tissues gleaming with her sex juice. I was surprised that one so
young could get so juicy. I wanted to lick her little cunt clean. As I
leaned forward, she squatted down to point the opening of her pussy right
toward my mouth. As I ran my tongue over her swollen flesh, she groaned
and told me, "Oh, you nasty old guy, make your tongue hard and put it all
the way inside of my little thing."
I was surprised to be called an "old guy," but I tried what she suggested.
Forming my tongue into a rigid pole of flesh, I pushed it under her naked
little mount and felt it sink between the ripples of pink flesh and
disappear into a tight, hot cavern. Carrie's whole nine-year-old body
shook with her orgasm, as my tongue was grabbed and released by her
spasming channel. Rewarding me with a huge grin, the little redhead jumped
down from the couch and resumed her work on the straining poles that Tim
and I had jutting from our laps.
As I savored the taste of kiddie pussy, Carrie leaned over each prick and
drooled out a mouthful of spit to lubricate her pistoning fists. As Tim
began to snort and strain with his oncoming climax, Carrie turned all her
attention to him. Without taking my eyes off this subteen sex machine, I
reached over to insert two fingers into Cindy's steaming cunt and was
rewarded as Cindy grabbed the arms of the chair and suspended herself above
the chairseat to swing her hips in a rapid rhythm to fuck herself on my
fingers.
To help Tim have a real good come, Carrie pumped the bottom half of Tim's
dick with one hand while she used the spit-lubricated palm of her other
hand to rub in circles on the underside of his dong just below the
cockhead. It's sure a good thing no one else was home, because Tim
hollered, "Oh GAWD!" as he spewed his jism two feet into the air. And I
was astounded again to see Carrie clamp her little mouth on the spurting
stump and swallow repeatedly as Tim collapsed back in a quivering mass on
the couch.
As soon as Tim stopped coming, Carrie turned her cum-smeared face to me and
reached for my rigid pole. Running her fingers over her face, she
lubricated my dick with Tim's juices and started a rapid, two-handed pump-
and-massage motion that felt more intense than anything I had ever
experienced.
I glanced up to see that Cindy was as collapsed as her brother, but was
watching Carrie's antics with wide-eyed admiration. On the other side, I
saw that my sister had taken a slender carrot out of her purse and was
sliding it in and out of her reddened pussy while she sucked her fingers to
taste some of Tim's jack-juice that she had managed to catch. As I
watched, her body stiffened and her eyes rolled back as she obviously got
her jollies. The long carrot nearly disappeared up her eleven-year-old
snatch as shudders shook her whole body.
Looking back down at the little Brownie Scout working so diligently over my
dick, I realized I was about to loose my load. I put my hand on the back
of Carrie's head and she immediately dived down to suck the end of my
prick. But she kept on pumping the shaft with both hands as I emptied a
huge load of semen into her throat.
When my prick was finally soft, Carrie sat back on the floor, with a big
smile on her cum-smeared face.
14. Carrie's Story
While everyone was recovering from this sexual overload, I asked Carrie how
such a little girl got so interested in sex.
With a serious look on her face, she told us it all began when she was
about five years old! Her mother's younger brother, Carrie's uncle, came
to stay with her family one summer before he went back to college. He was
nineteen years old and lived in a little room over the garage in their back
yard. Carrie also had a room of her own in the garage -- a big playroom
with her dolls, blocks and doll house. Both her playroom and her uncle's
bedroom opened off a hall which also had a bathroom.
One day, as she was playing in her playroom by herself, she heard her uncle
come into his room next door. She noticed that a light suddenly shined
through a cut-out on the wall when he turned on the switch in his room.
Curious, she knelt down to peer through and found out she could look right
into his room. As she watched, her uncle began to take off his clothes.
At first, she was afraid he might catch her looking at him, but she kept
looking anyway. She thought he would go straight into the shower across
the hall, but he continued to take off all his clothes until he was naked.
He then lay down on the rug and started doing sit-ups. When he rolled over
and did push-ups, she could see that something was hanging down each time
he pushed his body off the carpet. Finally, her uncle stood up and did
some "jumping jacks" as he unwittingly faced her hole in the wall. Now,
she was completely fascinated by his flopping dick, as he jumped up and
down.
She was apparently a businesslike little girl, because she decided she had
to find out more about this thing on her uncle's body. So she stood up,
walked over to his room, knocked on the door, and walked in. As she came
through the door, her uncle was quickly wrapping a towel around his waist.
She was disappointed that he had covered up his mysterious thing, and she
walked around his room, making little-girl small talk and trying to sneak a
peek inside his towel.
After a few minutes, her uncle asked her what she was doing. And she
blurted out that she wanted to see 'his floppy thing' close up. She
pointed to the front of his towel. Grinning, her uncle said he couldn't
show her that.
She misunderstood his reluctance, so she said she'd show him hers, like she
had with a neighbor boy her own age. Grinning even more broadly, he said
she was too little to be worrying about things like that. Besides, he
said, she would probably tell about it and that would get him in trouble
with her mother and father.
Carrie swore she wouldn't anyone about it. To prove her good intentions,
she pulled up her dress and pulled down the front of her underpants.
When she looked up at him, she found that his smile had gone away. She
said her uncle looked real serious. Carrie thought she knew what the
trouble was, and she apologized because she didn't have any grown-up hair
on her thing or any 'bosoms' on her chest. But he told her it was ok with
him if she was just a little girl. In fact, he told her, he really liked
to look at naked little girls.
Carrie told us she was glad to hear that, but then she decided the problem
was that she wasn't completely naked. She quickly pulled her underpants
down and kicked them off and pulled her dress over her head. She was about
to take off her shoes and socks, but her uncle said that wasn't really
necessary. So she asked him if he was going to show her his "thing."
Carrie said her teenaged uncle then took off his towel very slowly, as if
he really didn't want to.
In her little-girl way, she walked right over and examined his prick very
closely. Sitting there on the floor of her living room, she told us what
she saw. "It was hanging down at first, looking like a piece of pink hose
poking out of all this hair on his belly. As I got closer, I could see
that something else that looked like a bag was hanging down behind the
hose. Also, as I watched, his hose started to get bigger and stick
straight out."
Then, her uncle asked if he could look at her closely too. She said she
was sort of disappointed to stop looking at his thing, but she had promised
to show him her thing, too. So she stepped back with her hands behind her
back so he could see. But he told her to go lie down on his bed. She
remembered that he looked "real great" as he walked over to her with this
big prick swinging out in front of him. She told us he asked her to open
her legs so he could see. After looking for a few seconds, he told her
that was enough of that and he had to take a shower and get ready to go
out. She was sort of satisfied with that, put on her panties and dress and
went next door to play with her dolls some more. She didn't tell anyone
what she had done with her uncle.
A couple of days later, she was playing in her playroom when he came in.
Carrie walked right into his room, pulled up her dress and took off her
underpants. Her uncle looked real surprised. She told him that now she
wanted to see what his thing felt like. In the spirit of sharing that she
thought they had established earlier, she told him that he could feel hers
first, and she lay back on his bed with her dress bunched up around her
waist.
He acted nervous at first, and asked her if she had told anybody about the
last time she had been in his room. When she told him she was a "promise-
keeper," he walked over to the bed and stared down at her naked little
pussy. Sitting down beside her on the bed, he began to stroke her pussy
lips gently, trailing his strong fingers over her powdery-smooth flesh.
She said it felt "dreamy" and almost made her forget about the touching she
wanted to do.
After a few minutes of this, however, he got up and began to undress. She
said she thought it was neat to watch him as he took off his jeans and
underpants, leaving his tee shirt on. Then he kneeled on bed by her head
to let his big dick swing just over her face. She told us she reached up
to touch it and was impressed with how hot it was. Although the outside
was soft, she said, as she played with it for a while, it got bigger and
harder. She also got a chance to find out about his balls, which hung down
below his horizontal pole.
While she played with him, he resumed his gentle toying with the girlish
flesh between her legs. His finger dragged again and again up the hairless
channel and paused to swirl at the top of her slit. She said that, even at
five years old, she began to feel the soft buzz of sexual excitement as her
older uncle rubbed her toward orgasm.
Before she could actually cum, though, he got off the bed and asked if she
could keep another secret. When she assured him that she could, he told
her to watch what a man does when a cute little girl has gotten him hard.
As she sat on the bed and watched, her nineteen-year-old uncle slowly
stroked his rigid pole until white jets of sperm soaked the towel he was
holding under it.
Carrie told us her uncle went on to give her quite an education before he
left to return to college. He licked her hairless pussy until she had her
first orgasm. To help her achieve similar ecstasy in the future, he also
showed her how to masturbate with her fingers and with the rubber handle of
a hairbrush. Over the years, the hairbrush handle had taken her cherry.
Of course, she also learned several different ways to rub his dong until he
squirted his juice. And she learned to suck the end of his pole while he
poured his sperm into her five-year-old mouth.
Carrie said she was always looking for ways to get herself off. She said
some grown-ups were always looking up her dress while she played on the
playground equipment at the park. She liked to show herself off, but
hadn't been able to play with guys until Tim and I showed up.
As she finished telling us her story, Carrie and everyone else in the room
were clearly excited. Carrie fell back on the carpet, raised her Brownie
Scout skirt, and stuck a finger deep in her pussy.
Tim and I quickly moved to fuck our own sisters while Carrie watched. My
sister scooted her bottom to the edge of the chair and put her legs on the
arm of the chair. With her hands, she pulled her pussy lips apart to give
me a juicy pink target for my rigid dick. Carrie scooted around on the
floor to get a good viewing angle as my cock sank into my sister's pussy.
As I plunged my peter in and out of Susan's sucking canal, Carrie reached
up to tickle my swinging balls.
In a few minutes, we were all groaning again, as Tim and I emptied our nuts
into our sexy sisters. Carrie's little hand was a blur, as she whipped her
finger in and out of her immature little slit and panted with yet another
orgasm.
After we recovered from this second round, and as we all got ready to
leave, Carrie asked us if we would be willing to let her friend watch us
fuck sometime. Upon quizzing, it turned out her friend was eleven years
old and already had tits. Neither Susan nor Cindy knew her, because she
goes to a Catholic school around the corner. After some discussion about
how "cool" this friend was, we agreed that we all might like to get
together with her someday.
Carrie stood at the door as we left and thanked us for a "real fun
afternoon."
15. Saturday Night Party
After a night and day of fucking and sucking, you would think we would all
be ready to just fall into bed and sleep. But horny teenagers can recover
pretty quickly.
After a hurried conference after dinner, we told Tim's and Cindy's mom we
were going to walk to the movies. After walking down the street in the
other direction, we all sneaked across a couple of back yards to our house.
Although the alarm system was on, Susan and I knew the combination to get
us all inside. To avoid the neighbors' suspicions, we couldn't turn any
lights on. But the big outside lights over our pool were enough to
illuminate the den at the back of the house.
As soon as we got there, Cindy took all her clothes off and started
fingering her pussy. "OK, what do we want to do this time? So far, what's
felt the greatest for you guys?"
We all looked at each other, hoping someone else would speak up. I was
thinking that cock-sucking was pretty wonderful -- either the way little
Carrie or Susan had done it.
Finally, Susan said "I thought if felt great when Cindy was sucking my
nipples real hard."
I was surprised then, because Tim kind of took charge. He told me and
Susan to take off all our clothes as he began to strip. Then he told Susan
to get down on all fours, in dog position. He put Cindy on her back behind
Susan, with a pillow under her head. Next, he told me to kneel behind
Susan's swaying butt with my legs on either side of Cindy's chest, so Cindy
could suck my dick while I finger-fucked my sister. Finally, he lay down
underneath Susan to suck her nipples.
When everybody was in position, Susan lowered her chest to put her little
nipple-cones within reach of Tim's mouth. Immediately, Tim began to suck
on one and then the other, while Susan groaned with pleasure. As Tim's
dick got hard, I saw him reach down with both hands to begin the pole-and-
ball massage that would get him off.
As Cindy massaged my prick to get it good and hard, I reached for my
sister's exposed cunt. In the pale light from the back yard, her butt
cheeks and hairless cunny lips made a series of mysterious hillocks that I
had to explore. To begin, I ran my hands all over her back, her legs, her
butt, and her crotch. Susan groaned again and wiggled her backside to tell
me she was enjoying the attention.
Below me, Cindy began to lick the bottom of my rock-hard dick. Beginning
just above my balls, she ran her wet tongue up my rod, bending it down so
she could reach it all. When she got to the end, she sucked on my cum-hole
like Carrie had done. As she sucked on the end, she stroked the flesh up
and down in a jack-off movement.
I continued to play with my little sister's backside as the pleasure of
Cindy's manipulations washed over me. Dipping my fingertips in Susan's
brimming pussy-slit, I smeared her own juices all over her crotch, pinched
her naked lips together, pulled them wide apart, and fluttered my fingers
over her clit at the bottom of her upside-down valley. Remembering Susan's
story about Mr. Haseltine, I slowly inserted a finger in Susan's asshole.
It was real tight in there, and Susan looked around at me in alarm.
"That feels kinda good and kinda bad, Steve. Don't go in so deep." So I
just put the end of my finger inside and rotated it. Susan gave me a big
smile and said, "Now THAT feels great!"
I felt a commotion under me, as Cindy wiggled out to sit up and declare,
"I'm not going to lie here and masturbate!" She scrambled over to her
brother and lowered her naked nine-year-old pussy on his upright shaft.
With no one there to make my dick feel good, I moved forward to insert my
straining cock into Susan's juicy cunt. As I swung my hips to drive my
dick in and out of Susan's tight cylinder, I could feel her fingernails on
my balls, as she massaged her own clit. Wetting my finger with spit, I
returned it to her tight asshole. I moved it round and round and in and
out, probing deeper as she and I got closer and closer to our climax.
>From the sound of things, Tim was sucking Susan's nipples faster and
faster, as his sister bounced up and down on his cock. As the combination
of sights, sounds, and feelings rushed to a crescendo in my body, I took my
prick out of Susan's cunt and pushed it against her asshole. Although she
was well-lubricated and loose, her back hole was tighter than anything I
had experienced. At first, I couldn't get in.
Susan looked back over her shoulders with wide eyes and nodded that I
should go on. From the motion below me, I could tell that she had started
to shoot one or more of her fingers into her little cunt. As I pushed
forward, I could see her asshole slowly expand to accept the head of my
dick. Her bottom grabbed me like a hand and I had to stop moving to keep
from coming right there. Slowly, I shoved my dick about an inch into my
sister's little bottom. But I couldn't go on, because my balls contracted
to spew a huge load of sperm into her bowels.
As I emptied my load, I looked down to see little Cindy bounce her way to
ecstasy on her brother's cock. From the cum squishing out of her pussy, I
could see that Tim had already gotten his jollies. And the sounds from
below me, as well as the pulsing squeezes my dick was getting from Susan's
asshole, told me she was getting off.
After getting dressed, cleaning up, and snitching a couple of cokes from
our fridge, it was time to go back to Tim's house and hit the sack.
16. Carrie's Friend
The next day, we all slept late, exhausted from our sexual adventures. My
parents were due back from the lake about 4, so Susan and I went home about
noon. As we walked in the house, the phone was ringing.
When I answered it, I heard, "Hi, Steve! This is Carrie. I'm over at my
friend's house and she really wants to meet you. Can you and Tim come
over?"
I told her Tim was still at home and had to do something for his mom in the
afternoon, but Susan was here. Carrie said that she guessed Susan could
come over, but there were already too many girls for just one guy. Just
then Susan walked by and said, "I'm not going anywhere. If I don't
practice my piano lessons, Mom will kill me!"
So I told Carrie I'd come over for an hour or so. Following her direc-
tions, I approached a big house on Crescent Avenue from the back, crossing
the park where Cindy met the nipple-puller. Parting the big bushes, I
could see the playhouse she had told me about in the back of the yard.
Carrie and two other girls were watching for me and motioned me to run
across the open space to the open window. I looked both ways and examined
the house to try to make sure no one was watching the back yard. Then I
dashed from the bushes to the back of the playhouse and clambered through
the window.
The playhouse was all set up for little-girl play, with a big doll house, a
puppet theater, and an array of dolls and stuffed animals. As she closed
the window, Carrie introduced me to the two other girls.
Her friend Liz was easy to identify, because she had two noticeable humps
pushing out the front of her tee shirt. I also noticed that her butt
seemed to fill out her shorts a bit better than the other girls with whom I
had spent the weekend. She was taller than Carrie, almost as tall as me,
with long brown hair, big brown eyes, and freckles across her nose and
cheeks. She smiled at me nervously when Carrie introduced her.
I wasn't expecting to see a third girl there, but Carrie said Liz's sister
Amber was only eight years old but really loved to lick pussy and wanted to
see me fuck her sister. Amber looked like a really little girl, with light
brown hair and blue eyes. The picture of schoolgirl cuteness was completed
with a frilly dress, little white socks and black shoes. Amber also looked
up at me nervously, as though she didn't know what to expect.
I smiled at them both and said I was glad to meet them. This was true, of
course, because I was definitely making some new bedroom buddies this
weekend.
Carrie told me, "Liz and Amber are nervous, because they've never been
around a guy before." In an apparent attempt to make them feel at ease,
Carrie took off her shorts and underpants, showing me her now-familiar
skinny little pussy. I could feel my dick stir in my pants.
Carrie then went over to Liz and told her she should show me her tits. Liz
blushed prettily, but pulled off her tee shirt and turned toward me
nervously. Her breasts were clearly more developed than Susan's puffed-up
nipples, with real mounds the size of half-oranges protruding from her
chest, crowned with pale pink circles. Under my glowing gaze, the nipples
began to pucker and swell away from the breast flesh.
Carrie said she loved to lick Liz's nipples and make them stand up hard.
Suiting action to words, she stepped over and lowered her head to fasten
her lips around each of these pink towers in turn.
Then, turning to Amber, she said, "Okay, honey, it's your turn to show this
guy your sweet little gizmo." At first, Amber shook her head, still
looking at me in a frightened kind of way. So Carrie suggested I show the
girls my peter.
By now, my dick was pretty stiff and needed to get free of my underwear. I
unzipped my jeans, reached in and hauled out six inches of hardening flesh.
Liz's eyes glistened as she looked at it, and Amber was cute as could be,
with her mouth open in wonder. Although Carrie had sucked my dick before,
she was sort of caught up in the atmosphere and stroked her bare pussy
while she also gawked at my swaying pole.
I decided that I wanted to be in charge of this show, so I walked over to
Liz and started flicking her nipples, while I told Carrie to take off Liz
and Amber's pants. Liz's breasts felt firm under my hands. I lubricated
my fingers with spit and tweaked the pink nipples into firm buttons.
As Carrie pulled Liz's shorts and underpants around her ankles, I noticed
that Liz had been wearing "grown-up" underwear of some kind of flimsy
flowered material. When I looked up, I found that Liz had closed her eyes
in sensuous enjoyment of my caresses. I began to run my hands all over her
breasts, shoulders, and stomach, noticing especially the tuft of hair
growing at the top of her box.
By then, Amber had stepped over and was staring at my bobbing shaft.
Reaching out tentatively, she tried to hold it, but her hand was too small
to go around it. As Amber stood there, Carrie reached up under the little
girl's dress and pulled her plain cotton panties down so she could step out
of them. With eyes wide, Amber said, "His thing is too big for me to
grab."
To my surprise, Liz reached down beneath her sister's groping hands and put
her hand under my dick to hold my squirming balls gently. With an extended
finger, she stroked the sensitive patch of skin just behind my balls. I
retaliated by pinching her nipples, harder and harder, until I realized it
just felt more and more exciting to her.
To maintain my control of the scene and to work us all up into even more
excitement, I stepped back and began to direct my half-naked harem into a
series of poses and actions that would get us all ready for action.
I told Carrie to sit up on the couch, with her knees up and spread. As she
scrambled into position, I told her to hold her pussy lips open. Once
again, I saw the bright pink insides of the little redhead's bald cunt.
Looking around the room, I picked up a doll's baby bottle and handed it to
Liz, telling her to stick that in Carrie's hole and to start licking her
clit. With only a moment's hesitation, Liz took the bottle, dropped to her
knees in front of the lewdly-splayed Carrie, and pushed the small bottle
into her friend's girlish opening. Carrie looked down in wide-eyed wonder
as Liz pushed the bottle in, and then threw her head back and groaned as
Liz's tongue began to lash her clitty. I was amused to see that Liz's red-
nailed fingers had dipped between her own legs to pinch and rub her almost
hairless pussy lips.
Looking down, I found little Amber with her skirt bunched up around her
waist, both hands rubbing her crotch, and her eyes darting back and forth
between the Carrie-and-Liz show and my unsupported straining cock. To make
her a part of the show, I asked her to stand on a table beside the couch.
Sitting down beside the writhing Carrie, I asked Amber to lift her skirt
and show me her cute little pussy. With a glance at Liz's waggling tongue
sweeping across Carrie's clit, I leaned forward to look more closely at
Amber's smooth, fat second-grade twat. In the light from the window, I
could see the redness on both cuntlips that she had caused with her
manipulations a few moments ago. My cock was quaking at the idea of this
little girl showing me her naked pussy while my bare penis twitched beneath
her gaze.
I reached out with both hands to separate the fat little lips and stoke the
membranes within. To help me, Amber half-squatted, holding up her skirt
and staring down at my dick. I ran my fingers all the way back to her
little bottom hole, rubbing it a few times before returning to her red-
rimmed immature cunt. I could see that her clit was really tiny, almost
hidden at the top of her inner lips. Sitting back and giving my cock a few
quick strokes, I asked Amber if she could put her finger inside her pussy.
"Not yet," she said. "But what you were doing felt real nice."
I needed to put my cock somewhere and was about to substitute for the baby
bottle in Carrie's cunt when I had an idea. I stood up, walked around
behind Amber, and positioned her on the table in front of me. I pushed my
dong between her chubby little legs. When I told Amber to close her legs,
I found my dick enclosed in a warm and powdery tunnel. As I looked over
her shoulder, I was treated to the stimulating picture of Carrie having one
orgasm after another under Liz's tongue-lashing, and Liz pummeling two
fingers in and out of her sopping snatch as fast as she could.
Carrie looked up to see the red head of my dick protruding from between
Amber's little thighs and said, "Geez that looks so sexy!" Liz looked up
too. With the pause in the action in her own crotch, Carrie hopped up to
suck the head of my dick as I began to move it back and forth under Amber's
crotch. Liz collapsed back on the couch, pushing the baby bottle into her
own cunt as she massaged a really huge red bump peeping through the hair at
the top of her slit. Her firm breasts bobbled on her chest as she tossed
her body back and forth in a violent fucking motion.
Amber also seemed to enjoy the new position, saying, "Oooooo, I feel your
big old thing rubbing along my pussy and it feels neat." It also felt
terrific to me, especially with Carrie running her tongue over the
underside of my cockhead every time I stuck it out. I could tell she was
also tickling Amber's clit, because I could feel her fingernails gently
scraping my pistoning prick.
Over on the couch, Liz reached the end of her series of orgasms by pushing
the baby bottle completely inside her snatch. I increased the tempo of my
thrusting and felt Amber's little-girl juices begin to lubricate her crotch
and my pumping dick. With a final thrust, I stuffed the head of my cock
into Carrie's waiting mouth and pumped a huge load of jism that overflowed
her lips and ran down her neck.
With the intensity of this orgasm, my legs nearly gave way, and I staggered
back from the table. I was amazed to see the tireless Carrie rub her come-
covered face into Amber's naked crotch, licking the little girl's clit
until the eight-year-old shivered all over with her own cum.
As I tore my eyes away from this depraved scene, Liz stood up from the
couch, picked up a towel, and stepped over to me. "I think you need to be
dried off," she said with a smile. She wrapped the towel around my shiny
dick and began to rub it vigorously. Naturally, I thanked her by stoking
her nipples and rubbing her breasts. Dropping my hand to her crotch, I
found that the baby bottle was still inside her. When I pulled it out, I
found I was easily able to put two fingers in her sopping pussy hole. I
also found that her clit was really large, and projected from the top of
her slit like a miniature prick.
I wanted to maintain my control of this fuck-fest, so I told the girls to
sit on the couch while Liz told us how she learned about sex. I said it
would be Amber's turn before we "did it" again.
17. Liz's Stories
Liz blushed a little but said she had been pretty dumb about sex until a
couple of years ago.
In fact, until she was about seven, she didn't even realize that men and
women were built differently. She didn't have any brothers and had never
seen her father naked. When she was in the second grade, she saw a man's
dick for the first time, over in the park. Naturally, I remembered the
story of Cindy's experience at the park and wondered if Liz had run into
the same guy. But it turns out that the park behind her house was a hotbed
of sexual activity, if only you were willing to look behind all the bushes.
Seven-year-old Liz had her first encounter over by the baseball diamond.
She told us she used to go over to the ball field all the time, not because
she liked softball, but because there were lots of families there and she
felt safe.
On the fateful day of her first penis-sighting, she was playing with her
dolls near the ball field when a man stepped into the woods near her to
pee. He hadn't seen her, so he stepped up to a tree only a few yards from
her and pulled out his dick. Liz said she could see that he had a long
tube coming out of the front of his pants. She was fascinated, and wanted
to get closer to see better. But the man finished his piss and tucked
himself back in before she could even stand up.
With her curiosity stirred up, Liz began to hang around in the woods behind
the ball field, waiting for a man to go into the woods to pee. Then, she'd
stroll by and try to see what he was holding. She said most men were
embarrassed and turned their backs, but a few must have figured she was
just a little kid and kept on peeing, so she could see them pretty good.
But the more she saw, the more she wanted to see. She also said she was a
little confused, because some were long and skinny, some were short and
fat, some had skin all over the end and some didn't. She said she also saw
a couple of little boys peeing, but she could barely see their little
hoses. And some girls and women also stepped into the woods to pee, but
she really didn't care about watching them, and couldn't see much anyway.
In all her sneaking around in the woods, Liz said she saw plenty of other
things, like couples smooching and drunks sleeping it off. One day she saw
a man and a woman screwing, but they were under a blanket, so Liz couldn't
really see anything.
The real beginning of her sex education began one day when a man who was
watching the game stopped near her play-place, apparently to relieve
himself. Liz assumed that, like many of the fathers, he had brought his
child along. Liz said she didn't think it was unusual at first, except
that this man's child -- a girl of about twelve -- was a little older than
most who accompanied their dads. As soon as they stopped behind a tree,
Liz hopped up and strolled over casually, hoping to get a look.
When she got near, she stopped in disappointment. Instead of peeing
himself, the man was pulling his daughter's underpants down. Liz started
to walk away, because she didn't really care about seeing some girl pee.
But then the man moved to one side and Liz could see that his dick was
already sticking out of his pants. She said she nearly shouted with
surprise when the girl reached out and grabbed the man's dick!
While Liz watched from behind a bush, the man put his finger on the girl's
pussy and the girl jerked the man off. Liz said she was surprised to see
white stuff come out of the end of his prick. She said she was more
confused than ever, but couldn't imagine who she could ask about what she
had seen.
A few weeks later, Liz saw the same man again. He was standing near the
backstop and sort of watching the game, but he was also looking up in the
stands at the crowd. After a few minutes, Liz realized he was looking up
the dress of a young girl who was sitting near the top of the bleachers.
After about ten minutes, Liz saw the man head toward the woods. Again, Liz
hopped up and headed in his direction. When she got into the section of
woods where he had gone, she was disappointed, because she couldn't see him
anywhere. When she cut through the woods to go back to where her dolls
were, she found him.
As she pushed through some low bushes, a motion in the corner of her eye
made her look that way. The man must have heard her at the same time,
because he stopped jacking off to look over at her. Liz said she just
stood there for a long time, looking back and forth from his dick to his
eyes. Finally, the man smiled at her and waved her over, still holding his
hard cock with one hand.
Liz said she was scared, but she was also curious. This was her chance to
see a man's prick up close. She also remembered that this was the man who
had white stuff squirt out of his thing, and she wanted to ask about that.
So she walked over near where he was standing and asked, "Mister, why does
white stuff squirt out of the end of your thing when you pee?"
The man asked her how she knew it did, and she told him she had seen his
daughter helping him pee one day. The man smiled and told her that's what
happens when a pretty little girl helps out. Then he asked her if she
wanted to help him and see it happen from close up.
Of course that was exactly what Liz wanted, but she was also a little
afraid. She asked the man to promise not to tell her mother and, of
course, the man promised immediately.
Still a little nervous, Liz stepped over and looked at the straining cock
the man was holding. At his urging, Liz replaced his hand with both of
hers. The man showed her how to move the loose skin back and forth,
covering and uncovering the purple end.
As she told us this story, Liz was getting hot, staring at my pulsing prick
and dipping two fingers into her dripping snatch. I could see that Carrie
was also pinching her pussy lips. Only Amber was not playing with herself,
but was listening to her sister's tale like it was a bedtime story.
The man then told Liz he needed to touch her "sweet little pussy" to be
able to squirt his stuff. Liz knew what he meant, because he had touched
the other little girl between the legs. But she didn't want to let go of
his dick. Finally, the man said he wasn't going to be able to do it unless
she took her pants off. Reluctantly, Liz released his peter and pulled her
shorts and underpants down to her knees. She grabbed his dick again and
resumed pumping like he had shown her.
She said the man reached down and rubbed her pussy a little. She didn't
feel anything in particular when he did that, but it apparently did him a
lot of good. Liz said his prick got harder and started to jump around in
her hand. The man told her to do it faster. Even though her arms were
getting tired, Liz sped up her movements.
In a few moments, the man abandoned his exploration of Liz's hairless twat
and stood rigid while he looked down at this seven-year-old jerking him
off. Liz said his cock gave one last jump and started pumping out wave
after wave of thick white stuff. She said she could feel the pumping
through her hands.
Liz said that after the stuff had stopped coming out, she dropped his prick
and pulled up her pants. The man was standing there smiling at her with
his dick hanging out of his pants and getting smaller and smaller. Liz
said she just thanked him and walked back to play with her dolls.
Lately, Liz said, she had done that to a few boys at school. And then she
said that Amber could tell us about "Ms. Bell."
18. Amber's Story
Amber sat back on the couch like she was glad to be the center of
attention. I decided I liked the way she looked, with her chubby little-
girl's body and her glowing smile.
She told us that Ms. Bell was the housekeeper who came to work in their
house about two years ago. She was a college girl who went to school at
night and worked for Amber and Liz's mom during the day. She cleaned the
house, did the laundry, took care of Amber and Liz after school, and fixed
snacks for them.
Anyway, Amber told us that, right from the first, Ms. Bell liked to play
with the girls' pussies. Whenever they were alone in the house, Ms. Bell
would have one or both of the girls take off their pants and lie back on
the bed with their legs spread. She would rub them and kiss them there,
while she rubbed her hand between her own legs.
"We knew it wasn't really right for her to be doing that, but it felt real
good," Amber said, "so we didn't want to tell on her."
Amber said Ms. Bell also showed them her own hairy pussy and her big tits.
She would sometime have one of the girls suck her nipples while the other
one pushed a broom-handle up her cunt. Amber said the housekeeper had real
dark hair and nipples that were so dark they were almost purple. Amber
said she liked to make Ms. Bell's nipples stand up so they were almost like
dark little pricks.
The housekeeper explained to the girls about cumming and told them it was
the greatest feeling in the world. She also told them that they would grow
up faster if they had lots of sex with other girls. She told them a lot of
bad stuff about boys, but Liz and Amber didn't understand it.
As time went on, Liz began to get her orgasms and she asked the housekeeper
to suck her little quim all the time. When Ms. Bell wasn't around, Liz got
Amber to lick her pussy and make her cum. Liz wanted Amber to feel it too.
She showed Amber the place to rub, and got Ms. Bell to spend extra time
licking Amber's six-year-old pussy. After about a year, Amber began to get
her jollies too.
Just before she left, Ms. Bell started sticking her finger in Liz's pussy,
and after Ms. Bell left, Amber had been putting all kinds of things in her
sister's cunt while she licked her sister's clit.
Since the housekeeper left, Liz had introduced several of her girlfriends
to cunt-licking in "sleep-over" parties. Amber said she liked to lick
other girls, but not the ones with hair, because it always got in her mouth
and she had to spit it out.
As she finished her little tale, Amber's hands descended to her lap, where
one hand parted the fat, hairless lips and the other resumed its circular
massage at the top of her crack.
"Now," she said, "I want to see you put your thing into Lizzie's hole."
Under the stimulation of these sexy stories and the sight of the three
young cunts, my prong had returned to quivering rigidity.
Liz was apparently anxious to please her sister, because she hopped right
up from the couch and squatted down over my knees. I scooted forward to
put my hips at the edge of the chair and Liz lowered herself so my cock
slipped slowly into her hot hole. As she moved up and down and my dick
slid in and out, I grabbed her boobs and flipped her nipples with my
thumbs. Looking over to the couch, I could see that Carrie was going after
Amber's little cunt again, that Amber was quivering all over with Carrie's
cunt-licking, and that Carrie had her middle finger buried in her own
narrow pussy.
As Liz speeded up her pumping tempo, she began to shake all over. I
moistened my fingers and started twisting and pulling her orange-red
nipples. As I worked on them, each engorged nipple protruded more and more
stiffly from the hemispheres of her hard breasts.
To my surprise, Liz bent down to kiss me, putting her tongue deep in my
throat. Although I thought of kissing as something you did with your
girlfriend and fucking as something you did with anybody, the feel of her
tongue in my mouth added to my pleasure. I reached around behind Liz to
rub a finger around her butthole. As I felt my climax approach, I slipped
my fingertip inside her asshole. As Liz pumped even harder, I filled her
gash with what felt like gallons of jism, as she apparently got her jollies
at the same time. Liz collapsed on me with shudders of pleasure quaking
through her entire body.
As my slimy dick softened and dropped out of Liz's sopping hole, I glanced
over at the two little girls on the couch. Eight-year-old Amber was lying
back against the cushions with an after-come smile on her face and the
sheen of saliva all over the bright red furrow between her splayed thighs.
Insatiable Carrie had her back to me as she doubled over and pounded two
fingers into her cunt as she finished her own jack-off session. Liz stood
up and reached for the towel to dry me again.
By now, I was pretty tired and I also noticed the time on my watch.
Because my parents were due home in less than an hour, I said goodbye to
these three sexy girls, jumped out the window, snuck back through the park
and home.
19. Babysitting
After all that excitement and sexual activity over such a short period of
time, nothing much happened for the next couple of weeks. My sex life was
reduced once again to jerking off in the shower. But I did that a lot,
because at least I now had some new fantasies -- re-living my recent sexual
adventures.
One afternoon, I did manage a quickie fuck with my sister Susan in her room
when we both got home from school early and Mom was running an errand. I
didn't have to talk her into it, either. As soon as I suggested we "fool
around," she pulled my cock out of my pants and started licking it and
sucking on it. I pulled up her shirt and pinched her nipples like I knew
she enjoyed. As the feel of her warm wet mouth made my balls stir and my
dick throb, I groped under her skirt to mash her underpants into the slot
of her crotch until she was sopping wet. In just a few minutes, Susan
flopped back on the rug, yanking up her skirt, pulling her panties off and
spreading her legs wide in welcome. Of course, I immediately crammed my
peter in her hole, since neither one of us seemed to be in the mood for
much foreplay. She was going crazy, thrashing her head around and grabbing
at my butt. It sure felt better than jerking off! It was only a few
seconds until I was squirting my goo up into her slimy gash.
But it was hard for both of us to get away from the house together without
arousing my folks' suspicions. My friend Tim's mom had gotten mad at them
over something and had banned all "overnights," so Susan and I couldn't go
over there and mess around with Tim and his sister Cindy.
Cindy handed me a pair of her underpants one day after school, saying, "I
know you'll take good care of these." And Carrie grinned at me every time
she saw me at school. Of course, I didn't see Liz and Amber, because they
went to another school.
But I still saw Tim every day. He was more than a little pissed that I
hadn't included him in the get-together with Liz and Amber, but we talked
endlessly about our incredible weekend of sister-fucking. Once, we got so
worked up that we went into the bathroom at my house and jacked off
together, squirting our stuff almost at the same time.
Then, one Friday night about three weeks later, Susan got a babysitting job
with the Andersons and Mom and Dad went out for the evening, leaving me at
home. As soon as I was alone, I stripped down and pulled a porn mag from
under my mattress. Settling down with a box of kleenex and a coke, I was
ready to work myself up to a huge orgasm or two, then go watch the Friday
Night Movie on cable.
As I settled back and turned the pages, I realized that pictures weren't as
good as a real, live girl, even if the live girl was too young to boast the
huge breasts and hairy cunts of the models in the magazine. I had just
gotten my cock in a respectable state of readiness and was starting to
stroke, when the phone rang.
It was Susan calling. She said she was just putting the two Anderson kids
to bed and wanted me to come right over. She said she had gotten so hot
that she needed me to poke my pole into her hot pussy. Yanking up my
underwear, I said I'd be right there, but Susan said I should wait about a
half hour, so the kids could get to sleep.
I tried to wait, putting away the magazine and finishing my coke down-
stairs. But the thought of my little sister's wet cunt was giving me a
real bad hard-on. So I hopped on my bike and pedaled over to the Anderson
house, about a half-mile from ours.
Although it was 10 minutes shy of a half hour since Susan had called me, I
knocked quietly on the side door. In a few seconds, Susan let me in, but
told me to go wait in the den while she made sure the two kids were asleep.
The Andersons had a real nice house. Their den was full of black leather
furniture, and I sat down nervously while I waited for Susan.
Susan came back a few seconds later, saying that it looked like both were
asleep, but she couldn't be sure. Then she told me what made her so hot.
"Mr. and Mrs. Anderson told me to give Lorrie and Jimmie baths and put them
to bed as soon as they left. I've never had to get these kids ready for
bed, because every other time they were already in their pajamas when I got
here. But it was no big deal, since I've bathed lots of little kids.
"And, besides, Lorrie is about six and Jimmie's eight, so I thought they
could bathe themselves. I told them to go take their baths and get in
their pajamas and I'd read them a story before bedtime. I grabbed a People
magazine and a coke and settled down in here to pass the time until they
were ready. A few minutes later, I heard a lot of splashing and giggling
in the bathroom, so I put down the magazine to make sure they weren't
making a mess."
"When I got to the bathroom, the door was open and I was shocked at what I
saw. Little six-year-old Lorrie was sitting in the tub and Jimmie was
standing naked beside it. But what stunned me was that Jimmie had a boner
and Lorrie was rubbing it! I didn't know what to do, so I just stopped
there in the door for a second and watched."
"Jimmie's prick is about four inches long and real thin. The head of his
dick was about the same size as the shaft and it was sticking almost
straight up against his belly. Lorrie was laughing out loud and seemed to
be having great fun running her soapy fist up and down the shaft. Jimmy's
whole peter was reddish and he was grinning down at Lorrie as she jacked
it. All of a sudden, his hairless little stick looked so good to me I
could feel my pussy begin to get wet and itchy. I wished I was Lorrie, so
I could feel how hot and hard his little-boy hard-on really was."
"Because I was supposedly in charge, I decided I had better do something,
so I kind of bustled into the bathroom like I hadn't seen anything. I told
Jimmie to go put on his pajamas and Lorrie to finish up, dry herself off
and get into her pajamas. But Jimmie turned around, gave me a great big
smile, and asked me to 'tickle his dickie' before he went to bed. His
little red prick was sticking straight up toward me and kind of twitching."
Susan was talking faster and faster as she told me this story.
She continued, "I couldn't believe he was just asking me out loud to touch
his cock! Even though I was dying to feel it, I told Jimmie I couldn't and
shooed him out of the bathroom. When I turned back to Lorrie, she had kind
of scooted down in the tub with her legs really wide apart. She was
holding her pussy lips open and was rubbing her hand back and forth real
fast all up and down her slot. Before I told her to stop, I looked real
close at the reddish inside of her pussy.
"Of course, I decided right then and there that these were some over-sexed
little kids, and I had better get them in bed before they got me into
trouble. I told Lorrie she had enough of her bath and that she should get
out and get dried off and into her pajamas if she wanted to hear a bedtime
story. She hopped out of the tub, so I went in to make sure Jimmie was
getting ready for bed."
"When I got into Jimmie's room, I got another shock. He was lying there
naked on his bed, with his knees pulled way back toward his shoulders.
With one hand, he was pumping up and down on his little cock and, with the
other hand, he was finger-fucking his butthole."
"I told him to stop that, but he just kept on. When I walked over, I could
see his eyes were shut tight and his face was all red. And I found I
couldn't take my eyes off his meat-beating act. His little pole was even
redder and his hand was moving up and down real fast. While I looked, he
took his finger out of his bottom and put his legs out straight on the bed.
His whole body kind of shook and he pulled down hard on the skin around his
dick so I could see this incredibly skinny peter-stick real clear. I could
also see a drop of clear stuff kinda drool out of the end. He had managed
to cum, at only eight years old! I could feel my pants getting wet and I
wanted to lick the stuff right off the end of his dick, but I just knew I
shouldn't do that."
"So I told him he shouldn't be doing that kind of stuff, especially in
front of me, but he just sat up breathing real hard and asked me to show
him my 'pussywillow,' since he'd shown me his 'dickie.' Of course, I
wanted to do just that. I wanted to get him to lick me until I got my cum.
But I said no and told him to put on his pajamas and get into bed. He
looked pouty and sad, but went over and started putting on his pajamas.
After that, nothing more happened. A few minutes later, Lorrie came in
wearing her pj's and I read them a story. Finally, Lorrie went back in her
room to sleep and I called you."
As she finished this amazing story, Susan looked up at me hungrily and
said, "I think they're both asleep now. And I want to see a bigger cock
that can squirt some real thick jism."
Well, her story had gotten me pretty worked up, too. I stood in front of
her and pulled her sweater up. Just as I thought, her nipples were
standing up like two pink towers. As I reached down to tickle her nipples,
Susan ran her hands over the front of my pants and grabbed my dick through
the fabric.
With the warm-up I had gotten in bed earlier and the sexy story Susan had
been telling me, this was almost too much for me to stand. So I skinned
out of my pants and underpants and stepped back in front of Susan. While I
was undressing, Susan had also been busy. She had her sweater off and was
sitting there spread-legged, with her panties around her ankles and her
skirt scrunched up around her waist. I could see that her cunt was wet,
because the lips were shiny and the red streak between them was gleaming.
Susan reached for my peter and pulled me to her.
With both hands on my shaft, she rubbed my cockhead all over her face.
That felt great, and I reached down to tweak her swollen nipples. I was
just about to kneel down and slide my throbbing cock into her soppy little
hole when I happened to look up.
There, standing in the door of the den, was a little blonde girl in
pajamas! Naturally, I pulled back from Susan and tried to cover my bobbing
cock. Susan looked up at me to see what was wrong. I must have looked
alarming, because she looked over her shoulder like she was expecting
Freddy Kruger.
Pulling down her skirt and covering up her tits, Susan said, "What are you
doing out of bed, Lorrie?"
I realized then that this little girl probably didn't even know Susan had
her sweater off, because her big blue eyes were glued on my dick. As I
tried to get back into my underwear, my cock was flopping all around and
getting softer by the second. But the little girl answered Susan by
saying, "It's OK, mommy and daddy let us watch. They say it's just natural
stuff. See, Mommy even taught me to rub my button while I watch."
I noticed then that little Lorrie had one hand down the front of her
pajamas. With the other hand, she pulled down her pajama pants, showing us
her finger moving in a circular motion at the top of her hairless little
slit. My cock reversed field and began to get stiff again at this sexy
sight, which was so much like my old fantasy about Tim's sister, Cindy.
But my own sister was having none of it. Pulling her sweater on and
smoothing down her skirt, Susan told the child that she was the babysitter
and Lorrie had to do what she said. But little Lorrie had a few tricks of
her own. She froze us both when she said, "I'll tell Mommy what you were
doing unless you let me watch." She was pretty sure of herself, I guess,
because she continued, "And I want to feel his dickie."
Susan was still unconvinced, but my cock was hard again and I was up for
adventure. I told Susan to make Lorrie promise not to tell anybody and
we'd let her watch. Susan asked if that was a deal and Lorrie promised.
Then she came right across the den and reached for my prick, which was
straining to get back out of my underpants.
Little Lorrie's blonde head only came up to about my belly button, so my
bouncing crotch was at about the level of her wide blue eyes. With child-
like directness, she pulled down the waistband of my underpants and my
erecting peter popped out and nearly slapped the little girl on the cheek.
She put her other hand around my shaft and squeezed it. Then, just like it
was something she did every day, she began to move the skin gently up and
down, covering and uncovering my shiny dickhead in a jackoff motion. As
she rubbed my cock, the six-year-old started to babble.
"My daddy won't let me play with his dickie when Mommy is around. But he
always shows it to me when we're alone. He says it's our little secret.
He rubs my 'pussywillow' and lets me move his dickie's skin around like
this. When we finish, he likes to squirt his stuff on my bottom. And I
know another secret. Mommy plays with Jimmy's dickie. I like to play with
Jimmie's dickie best of all because it's so little. I can even suck it
like Mommy does. Jimmie's dickie won't go in my hole yet, but he puts it
in my bottom sometimes."
My head was reeling with these family secrets, but then I reflected that
this was not really all that different from what Sue and I and Tim and
Cindy had been doing. And speaking of Susan, I noticed she was enviously
watching Lorrie massage my dick and her hand was once again moving rapidly
under her skirt.
I decided that I wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to deal with
yet another willing female, so I asked Lorrie to take off her pajama pants
so I could see her "pussywillow." Letting go of my prick reluctantly, the
little girl quickly lowered her pajama bottoms, as I stepped out of my
underwear. I could see that her hairless little slot was flushed pink from
her masturbation. Lorrie started to return to her post in front of me, but
I asked her to go sit on the couch so I could see.
When Lorrie sat down, I knelt in front of her. She grinned down at me
nervously as I parted her fat little legs to reveal the immature pussy
between them. Susan leaned over to look, too. Of course, Lorrie's six-
year-old slit wasn't as developed as others I had seen, but, as the
familiar pink line opened between her reddened bald lips to show the pinker
insides, I could see her tiny red clitoris sticking out like a little
peter.
Immediately, I lowered my mouth to fasten on this tastey-looking morsel. I
snaked my tongue up between her naked pussy lips, moving it between the
smooth hills and along the warm valley. When I reached the top of her
slit, I swirled my wet tongue around the little projection.
Lorrie said, "Gosh, that feels neat!" and she opened her legs wider. As I
continued to tongue-lash her naked little cunt, I felt Susan's hand close
on my straining dick. I pulled my face out of Lorrie's crotch and began
manipulating her slick inner lips with my fingers. Lorrie was staring
between her own legs to see what I was doing. I looked down to see Susan
swiveling around on the floor to get her mouth on my cock.
Lorrie lay back on the couch, holding her legs wide to give me unimpeded
access to her pre-school pussy. As I gazed with fascination at the lewd
sight and trailed my fingers up and down the little girl's slit, my
sister's lips fastened on my cockhead and she started to suck. And Susan
wasn't just sucking the end of my cock, but was letting about three inches
slide in and out of her mouth. The hot wetness and her swirling tongue
felt just super!
Suddenly, I wanted to "do it all." My mind buzzed with the possibilities.
I wanted to watch Lorrie push something into her own little cunt-hole. I
wanted to squirt my stuff down Susan's throat. I wanted to ream Susan's
cunt. I wanted to see Lorrie piss. I wanted to go wake up Jimmie and
watch him butt-fuck his sister. But in the middle of my reverie, Susan
surprised me by doing something I hadn't yet imagined.
Spitting out my cock and pushing me out of the way, she said, "Put it in my
bottom," as she knelt in front of Lorrie's splayed thighs. Her dark head
descended into Lorrie's crotch and she started to eat Lorrie's pussy, while
flipping up the back of her own skirt to show me her hand hard at work on
her own hairless pussy lips. Between her spread legs, Susan's hand rubbed
at her clit, dipped two fingers into her wet hole and then reached farther
back to smear some girl-juice on the tantalizing asshole target she
presented to me.
This new idea sounded great to me, so I moved forward to slide my cock deep
into Susan's cunt for lubrication and then position my dick right at the
rear entrance. Pushing forward gently, I again felt my cockhead pop past
the ring of my sister's asshole. Putting my hands on her waist, I began to
slide my pole slowly in. As I looked up, I saw that Susan was apparently
making little Lorrie feel great and maybe even making her cum, because the
pre-schooler's blonde hair was tossing back and forth on the black leather
couch, as my sister munched away.
On the bottom of my dick, I could feel the commotion Susan was causing with
the two fingers inside her cunt. Her fingers were touching my cock through
her pussy-walls as my stiff pole slowly sank into her backside. I was only
about an inch inside when Susan began to orgasm. The resulting pulsations
in her insides made me cum immediately. As my cock squirted sperm, my
excitement and Susan's spasms pushed me deeper into her now-lubricated
bottom. Before I finally pulled it out, I was buried about three inches in
my sister's shitter.
As I sat back on my heels in exhaustion, I could see that Susan was still
hot to trot. She quickly moved up on the couch and straddled Lorrie's
face. "Lick me like I was licking you," she said hoarsely. Once again, I
envied my sister's ability to cum several times in a row.
>From where I sat, I could see Lorrie's little tongue stick out tentatively
to touch Susan's pussy. This was all the more exciting because I was
looking at this scene through Lorrie's spread thighs. Moving closer, I
resumed stroking the six-year-old's saliva-wet pussy-lips while I watched
her suck my sister.
My sperm was dribbling out of Susan's asshole as Lorrie responded to my
caresses with vigorous tongue action on my sister's clit. As Susan got her
cookies again, she ground her gaping slit into the little girl's face. I
stroked Lorrie's tiny erect clit and watched in fascination as her hairless
little cunt began to flutter with the spasms of her own second orgasm.
My cock was getting a little bit hard again, but I thought I had better get
back home, in case Mom and Dad came back early. Leaving Susan to put
Lorrie back to bed, I hurried into my pants and biked back home.
When Mom and Dad got home, they looked in my room, but I pretended to be
asleep. I stayed awake until Susan got home and snuck into her room. Her
eyes got wide as I came in, but I told her I wasn't looking for sex.
"I'm worried that Lorrie will tell her parents what she saw," I whispered.
But Susan calmed me down when she reminded me, "No, I don't think so. I
talked to her some more after you left and she knows about keeping secrets.
And besides, she told us something about her parents, too, so we really
don't have to worry about anything. Now get out of here, before Mom or Dad
hear us talking."
As I thought about it, I decided Susan was probably right. I drifted off
to sleep with confused thoughts of hairless little pussies and great big
breasts.
20. The Gardener's Performance
Susan and I managed to sneak off for a quick fuck every now and then. The
garage became a favorite place, because Sue could just flip her skirt up
and bend over a bicycle. While I porked her from the rear, we could both
keep an eye on the back of the house, to make sure we didn't get caught.
Tim told me he and Cindy got totally naked and did it in bed, after their
mom got bombed and fell dead asleep. I envied them the time to really
screw around. Sue and I could barely drop our drawers and get a cum
because we were so worried about getting caught.
Susan managed another session of cunt-licking with Carrie after a Brownie
Scout meeting, and told me about it later. We were whispering in the
bathroom as she told me how Carrie's wet tongue felt lapping her clit. I
pulled out my cock then and jerked off in front of my sister, thinking
about Carrie's skinny little pussy and talented mouth.
During this period, my thoughts kept returning to Liz and her growing
titties. Because she didn't go to our school, I couldn't figure out how I
was going to arrange another get-together. I even walked by her house a
couple of times, but couldn't figure out how I would walk up to the door
and ask to talk to her. After all, she was only eleven years old.
Then one day I saw her at the shopping center. I would have noticed her
anyway, even if I hadn't met her, because she was walking along real fast
and her little braless breasts were jiggling under a thin tee shirt. I ran
to catch up with her and pulled her into a corner to chat.
"Oh, hi, Steve!" she said, and seemed genuinely pleased to see me. When I
asked her point-blank about getting together and "doing some stuff," she
blushed a little bit, but said she would love to. After a little thought,
she told me I should go over to their playhouse about four o'clock and she
and Amber would put on a "little show" for me. I had almost forgotten
about her little sister. She wouldn't tell me what she meant by a "show."
Anyway, I agreed and hurried home to get my homework done so I could go
"play basketball" before dinner.
At ten minutes of four, I was hanging around the park near the back fence
of Liz's yard. Soon, I saw Amber in their playhouse, waving me over. When
I got over the fence, Amber said I had to hurry up because Liz would be
coming to the playhouse real soon.
When Amber and I got in the playhouse, the little eight-year-old dragged me
back to a corner, behind a large puppet theater. She giggled as she
whispered that Liz was going to bring in their gardener and put on a show
for us. I was going to ask what kind of show, but Amber took charge,
saying that we only had about a minute to "get ready."
She showed me what kind of "readiness" she had in mind, as she lifted her
skirt to pull down her underpants. When I reached to caress her hairless
little pussy, she slapped away my hands and started helping me take off my
jeans. I was just kneeling down to put my half-hard prick in her hand when
we heard the door to the playhouse open.
"Well, come on in," we heard Liz say. Looking toward the door, I realized
the puppet theatre was covered in some kind of dark cloth, so you could see
right out into the room, especially when Liz turned on a lamp beside the
couch. As we watched, an old man walked in and sat down on the couch. He
must have been over forty years old, because he had some white in his hair.
Liz twirled around in front of him so that her skirt swirled away from her
legs. She was wearing a funny outfit, which made her look like a real
little girl -- some kind of dress with a short skirt and tennis shoes with
pink socks rolled down into anklets. From where I was sitting, I could see
her underpants, which were plain pink cotton, unlike the "grown-up"
underwear she was wearing the last time I had been in the playhouse.
Liz was talking up a blue streak as she turned in lazy circles on the rug
in front of this strange man. "Mr. Darnes, it's really great that you come
by every day and take care of our yard and stuff. And it's even more great
that you like little girls so much and like to see them dance. Can you see
how I'm dancing for you? Do you like what you see? Is there any special
dance you'd like me to do?"
The man just looked at her with a stupid smile on his face. He didn't say
anything, but just nodded or shook his head in response to Liz's questions.
When she asked if there was a "special dance" he'd like to see, he nodded
his head but didn't name it.
But Liz seemed to know, because she continued, "You like to see little
girls do dances that show you their underpants, don't you?" Mr. Darnes
nodded his head vigorously.
"Well I'm not sure I should do that," said Liz, in a teasing way. "People
might find out about it and I could get in trouble. Will you tell anybody
that an eleven-year-old girl let you see her panties?" The gardener shook
his head solemnly.
"Well OK then," Liz said. "Here's a dance to show you what you like to
see." With that, she started a slow stroll around the floor, twitching her
skirts back and forth, higher and higher. As I watched this strange scene,
I had almost forgotten about Amber. But she reminded me as she silently
began to rub my half-limp cock into erectness. Looking over at her, I saw
that she wasn't even looking at my peter, but was staring intently at her
sister and the old man on the couch.
When I looked back into the room, I saw that Liz now had her skirts up
around her waist as she walked around the room. She had given up any
pretense of dancing and was just showing off her almost-shapely legs and
pink cotton underpants to the gardener. Stopping just in front of him, she
squatted down with spread thighs to show him the crotch of her panties.
And she started to talk again.
"Well, you sure are staring at my secret place. You know you have to show
me your nasty old dick if you want to see my secret place. You have to
beat your meat if you want to see my pee-pee hole. You have to show me
your old dick and make it hard and jack it off while I watch."
The gardener seemed unsurprised at the language coming out of Liz's mouth.
He just nodded again and started unfastening his pants. Without a word, he
stood up and lowered his trousers and undershorts to his knees, sitting
back down while his huge cock swung nearly to his knees! I was astounded
at the length and thickness of this old man's peter. I wondered if he had
ever found anyone he could fuck with that tree limb. Amber's little hand
grasped my ordinary-sized prick and began to stroke it as the gardener
waved his hardening cock back and forth in front of eleven-year-old Liz's
eyes.
But Liz just kept talking. "Well, you sure are showing me your big old
dick. And you're flopping it up and down right in front of me. How many
little girls have you shown that nasty thing? Do you think about little
girls when you rub it up and down like that? Now I suppose you think I'm
going to show you my secret place, but I'm not. You just sit there and rub
your nasty old prick while I watch. I'll rub my secret place for you."
And she dropped her skirt and put her hand under it and began to rummage
around.
Mr. Darnes now had both hands on his straining cock. One hand jerked up
and down while the other roamed over a cockhead the size of a softball,
rubbing and squeezing. He didn't seem to mind if Liz was no longer showing
him her underpants, because his horse-cock was completely rigid now and he
was getting into a familiar beat. But little Liz apparently wasn't through
with her act.
"I'll show you my titties, now," she said. And she began to unbutton her
dress. The gardener slowed his masturbation to see this part of the show.
As her sister pulled the top of her dress apart and down to show her proud
young breasts, Amber guided my hand to her own hairless cuntlips as she
continued pulling the skin back and forth on my cock.
"I like to do this when I'm all alone," said Liz, wetting her fingertips
and rubbing her pink nipples into erection. "But I'm not all alone when
some old guy is beating his meat and watching me do this. You probably
like me to look at your nasty old dick. You probably want to see my pee-
pee hole right now, don't you?" Mr. Darnes agreed with a solemn nod of his
head and a slight increase in jack-off speed.
"Well, OK, then, I'll show you my pee-pee hole, but you can't touch it.
You just keep on jerking your big old dick while this little girl pulls
down her panties for you. Here," she said, lifting her skirt and pulling
down the front of her underwear to reveal her lightly-tufted cunny, "you
can look at that for just a second." Liz was standing with her back to me,
so I couldn't see much, but the gardener really staring, stroking even
harder as he stared at what I knew must be a stimulating sight -- the pink
lips on either side of her slit, the dark patch of hair at the bottom of
her belly, and just the overall lewd impression of an eleven-year-old girl
showing him her bare breasts and crotch. I was stroking harder, too,
running my fingers along eight-year-old Amber's crotch and feeling her
little-girl juices begin to lubricate my fingertips.
"Now, you can't look any more," Liz teased, as she let her underpants snap
back into place. "I won't show you any more until you stand up and rub
your big old thing in front of the mirror." This must have been a part of
a routine, because Mr. Darnes started gathering his pants back up as soon
as Liz started talking.
With his enormous cock rigid as a bar of iron, the gardener hobbled over to
the mirror and again dropped his pants around his ankles. Little Liz took
his place on the couch, placing her heels on the edge of the cushion so her
panty-clad crotch was visible to Mr. Darnes as he stared at her image in
the mirror and resumed stroking his foot-long dong.
Amber matched the gardener's rhythm as she pulled the skin back and forth
on my surging rod. As I glanced down, I was thrilled anew at the sight of
this second-grader playing with my penis. I rewarded her with a swirling
caress of her wet little slot. She didn't seem to object when I put the
end of my little finger against her asshole and rubbed back and forth.
We both looked over at Liz as she resumed her chatter. "OK, Mr. Darnes,
you sure are a dirty old guy to be showing a fifth-grader your big old
dick. And you are especially nasty to be jacking off your weiner while she
watches. I'm gonna show you my pee-hole now so you can finish up and get
back to work. Do you wanna see my little pee-pee?" Of course, the
gardener nodded and speeded up his cock-stroking.
Despite her tart chatter, Liz's face was red and her eyes were glued on the
image of the gardener's throbbing cock in the mirror as she reached between
her legs to pull her cotton underpants over to one side. I remembered that
fateful night in Cindy's bathroom and my dick gave a surge that nearly
ripped it out of Amber's little hands. Mr. Darnes was rubbing both hands
on his enormous member faster and faster. Giant veins protruded all over
the shiny surface and the head glowed purple as he twisted it. His huge
balls were swinging back and forth between his legs in time with his
stroking.
Apparently, Liz's little-girl talk was part of the routine, because she
resumed her monologue. "Well, I'm showing you my little hole, but it's got
some hair around it, and you're such a dirty old guy that you'd probably
rather look at some girl who's even younger; someone who doesn't have any
hair at all. You'd probably like to see my little sister show you her pee-
pee hole, wouldn't you?"
I was surprised when the gardener spoke for the first time. In a bass
rumble, he said, "I sure would!"
Without further ado, Amber released my cock, stood up, straightened her
skirt primly and stepped from behind the puppet theatre. The gardener was
clearly surprised, because he sort of jumped and started to pull up his
pants. I wondered how he would ever stuff his rock-hard cock back into his
underwear, but he relaxed when he saw Amber grinning and staring at the
huge piece of meat projecting from his torso.
"You know my little sister. She's only eight years old, and you're showing
her your nasty old dick. You better get back to beating your meat, so she
can see what a dirty old man you are." Liz was beating her own meat as she
said this, reaching between her widespread thighs to dip her finger into
her twat and rub the juice around the red nubbin at the top of her slit.
Mr. Darnes resumed his stroking, staring hungrily at Amber, who matched the
intensity of his gaze while moving closer to see this monster cock in
action. I was left to my own devices behind the puppet screen, so I
started pumping my rigid dick slowly as I watched this sexy scene continue
to develop.
Liz continued with her monologue. "Mr. Darnes, my little sis is looking at
your big old thing real close. Do you want her to show you that she hasn't
got any hair around her pee-hole?" When the gardener nodded vigorously,
she said, "Amber, show this dirty old guy your little pee-pee." I was
surprised to see that Amber acted a little shy as she reached down to the
hem of her short, frilly dress and slowly raised it to reveal the fat,
hairless lips of her prepubescent pussy.
I noticed that the man's face was red as his eyes ricocheted back and forth
between the little girl exposing herself a few feet away and the image of
her masturbating older sister reflected in the mirror. His balls swung
faster as his cock-stoking tempo increased. Amber now had her skirt fully
up, revealing her fat little tummy, her hairless crotch, and her little-
girl legs capped in white socks and shiny black shoes. Her eyes were glued
on the jack-off action a yard from her face.
Liz started up again. "Rub that big old thing and squirt your nasty stuff
right in front of my sister and me. Show us your dirty old jack-off stuff.
We like to watch a dirty old man rub his thing until it squirts. We'll
watch you while you make it come out the end of your big old thing."
As though Liz had commanded him, Mr. Darnes began to cum in long, even
spurts. Each gush seemed to contain several ounces of fluid. He seemed to
be directing it at the mirror, and I realized he was squirting on Liz's
image. I was close to cumming myself, but wanted to hold off to see what
happened next. As he finished, Liz and Amber stood together by the couch,
with their skirts lowered again. Without another word, the gardener pulled
up his pants, tucking his still-considerable hose back in his trousers. As
he stooped to go out the playhouse door, both girls thanked him sincerely.
As soon as the door was closed, they rushed behind the puppet screen.
Pushing me over on my back, Liz climbed atop my rampant dick and Amber
squatted over my face. I was cumming almost before Liz got settled, but
she was hot enough to greet my spurting cock with cunt-squeezes that told
me she was getting off as well. I couldn't see her, because my face was
buried in the smooth, slick flesh of Amber's sweet little pussy. A few
licks to her tiny red clit sent her into shivering ecstasy too.
The girls collapsed on top of me as we all twitched in our post-cum state.
As soon as we could sit up, Liz asked me what I had thought of the show.
Naturally, I told her I thought it was great. Liz said their gardener had
caught her and Amber in a double-suck session in the playhouse a week
earlier. Rather than scold them or try to fuck them, he just asked if they
wanted to see him cum. When they saw his prick they realized why he hadn't
wanted to fuck them.
Amber said Mr. Darnes made up all that stuff about "pee-pee holes" and
"dirty old guy" that Liz had to say. She also said he could only do it
every couple of days, because he told them he had a bad heart and was
afraid all this excitement would kill him. He also wouldn't let them touch
his prong, even though both girls were dying to see what it felt like.
Amber and Liz scrambled up to clean off the mirror. As they swabbed off
the mess of goo, I sat on the couch and was treated to flashes of naked
bottom as they stooped to get the gardener's stuff off the floor and
mirror. Once again, I felt my prick begin to harden.
By the time the girls were finished, my dick was sticking straight up.
Amber was the first to notice, and rushed over to jack me off. But Liz
pushed her aside and said she wanted to suck me off. She said Amber could
lick her pussy instead. I noticed Amber didn't look too happy about that,
so I suggested we make a daisy-chain on the floor.
Liz immediately flopped backward, hoisting her skirt to bare her fringe-
topped cunt. I lay at an angle, so my cock was even with Liz's mouth.
Without waiting for the rest of the chain to form, Liz began to see how
much of my stiff dick she could stuff into her mouth. The sight of this
open-cunted eleven-year-old sucking my stick was enough to make me cum
right then, but I tore my eyes away to help Amber understand what I had in
mind.
As she clumsily lowered herself into position and squirmed to get her dress
around her waist, I guided her so she completed the triangle, with her face
in her sister's gaping crotch. I glanced again at Liz's sexy sucking and
then lowered my own lips again to Amber's schoolgirl pussy.
As my mouth got closer, Amber strained her legs wide apart, so her snowy
little pussy lips spread to reveal the slimy pinkness within. I could
smell the strangely fresh aroma of little-girl sex-flesh as I extended my
tongue to trail across her virginal gash. Making my tongue hard, I pushed
it between the curtains of her lips to the spot where I knew her canal
began. With her legs wide, my tongue was able to penetrate a bit, so I
began to plunge it in and out of the eight-year-old's tight hole. I could
hear Amber groan, but I could also feel the constrictions as her tiny
tunnel gripped my tongue as though reluctant to let it go.
As I pulled my face away to look down again at Liz's mouth at work on my
prick, I saw that Amber's little pussy was fluttering open and closed with
her orgasmic spasms. I also noticed her pink bottom hole tightening and
relaxing as her insides heaved. With a quick glance at Liz's lips locked
around my rock-hard rod, I aimed my tongue at the winking target of Amber's
asshole. Twirling my tongue around the rim of her hairless bunghole, I was
rewarded with another groan of little-girl pleasure. Liz was groaning too,
so Amber must have been repaying my kindness with tongue-fucking her sister
was enjoying.
As I hardened my tongue to probe the little girl's anus, I brought my hands
into play, spreading her immature cunt lips and running a finger from one
end of her slit to the other. Swirling my wet finger around her clitty, I
plunged my tongue into her tight little bottom. I was surprised when Amber
spread her legs even wider, opening her crotch and bottom to my continued
exploration.
Unfortunately, I was quickly losing interest in diddling Amber, because Liz
had combined cock-pumping with cockhead-slurping to bring me to the point
of eruption. I pulled my face from her sister's crotch to watch my sperm
spurt out the corners of Liz's mouth. Although she couldn't handle it all,
Liz sucked hard, as though to draw every last drop from my pumping peter.
As she slumped away from my crotch, I could see that Amber was still hard
at work on the big red knob that protruded from below the patch of hair
atop her sister's mound. Her little tongue continued to flick it back and
forth while she pinched Liz's pussy lips together. As I watched, Liz gave
a shudder and a groan, slamming her thighs together to stop Amber's
continued stimulation.
As we put our clothes back on, we talked a little while longer about their
strange gardener, and then I dodged back to the park and home.
21. Swimming with Susan's New Friend
I told Susan all about the gardener and she and Cindy arranged to watch the
show at Liz and Amber's playhouse a few weeks later. Susan told me it was
exciting to see such a monster of a cock in operation, but she would be
terrified to see it heading for her cunt hole.
As June rolled around and school let out, me, Tim, and our sisters managed
to get together for more sex. Although Tim had a job at the grocery store
that made him unavailable most weekday afternoons, the rest of us had
nothing to do but laze around the pool. At Cindy's house, with her mother
at work, we tended to laze around the bedroom. My peter was getting a
daily workout and I was glad the girls were too young to get pregnant.
Although I still loved to fuck and suck my sister and Cindy, I was also
interested in whatever variety I could manage. Carrie and Liz came over to
Cindy's one day and we had a five-way festival of fucking and cunt-licking.
Carrie brought her rubber-handled hairbrush and showed the other girls how
good it felt when used correctly. Once again, Tim was really pissed when
he heard what he had missed.
Late in June, Susan "graduated" from Brownie Scouts and attended her first
Girl Scouts meeting. About a week later, her "troop" went on an over-night
campout. Afterwards, Susan told me she had shared a tent with a new friend
named Leslie, who was as interested in sex as the rest of our little group.
Susan said they talked about sex in their tent until they both masturbated,
side by side on their bedrolls. One afternoon, Susan and Leslie went over
to Liz and Amber's house to watch the gardener show. Susan told me that
they got into fingering each other while they watched.
It took a couple more weeks for us to work out a way to introduce this new
friend to our boy-girl games. Finally, Susan managed to have her spend the
night over at our house.
Leslie may have been about the same age as my sister, but it was clear from
my first look at her that she was physically more mature. Not only was she
taller, but her blouse bulged in a most interesting way. And she was a
blue-eyed blonde, with bangs and shoulder-length hair.
All through dinner, I could barely talk. I blushed when Mom asked me why I
was so quiet around our new guest. I'm sure she knew I was taken with
Leslie, but she would have croaked if she knew how I wanted to "take" the
twelve-year-old.
After dinner, we watched TV for a while and then Susan suggested we all go
for a moonlight swim. Mom and Dad stayed in the den, watching TV while we
all got into our suits and headed for the pool. We didn't turn on the pool
lights; partly to avoid attracting bugs and partly to be more "private," in
case our parents looked out on us.
I was the first one down and into the pool, and I looked quickly up to
Susan's window in hopes of glimpsing some female flesh. But the curtains
were drawn and I saw the light go out just as I sank in the cool water.
Moments later, Susan and Leslie came out to the pool. In the lights from
the den, I could see that my sister was wearing her new pink one-piece and
Leslie a black two-piece that really showed off her blonde coloring and her
willowy body. The girls quickly slipped into the water beside me.
Facing the back of the house to make sure our parents didn't surprise us,
we lolled against the side of the pool in the shallow end. Susan got
things rolling by reaching into my lap to fish my cock out one leg of my
suit. She told Leslie to feel it too. My half-hard cock gave a big surge
when this new girl looked me right in the eye with a shy smile as she
reached below the water. As her pink-nailed hand closed around the end of
my now-rigid peter, she said, "My oh my, this is one hard hunk of man!"
Naturally, I found my chest swelling with pride at the compliment.
Both my hands were free, but I was afraid to reach for Leslie right away.
My sister was another story, however, as I slipped a hand under her bottom
and wormed a finger into her cunt, pushing aside the tight leg of her
swimsuit. Susan's eyes glowed as she told her new friend, "Wow, Les, Steve
already has his finger all the way inside my pussy!"
The little blonde looked up at me sadly and said, "Don't I get any
attention?" And she gave my cock a hard squeeze.
Rather than go straight for her cunt, however, I wanted to sample those
bumps on her chest. As I tried to slide an arm around her and down the
front of her top to feel one tit, Leslie made it easier by pulling the band
that covered her breasts up to reveal both of them. I wished the lighting
were better, because I could see that her nipples were barely distinguish-
able from the pale mounds they topped.
Ducking under my arm, she turned to face me in the water, using her second
hand to hold the leg of my suit to one side so she could gently extract my
balls. With Susan rubbing the head of my cock, Leslie continued to squeeze
the shaft while tickling the back of my balls with long strokes of her
fingertips. I quickly used my free hand to explore her bulging breasts.
As I rubbed and squeezed the ends of her small breasts, her nipples began
to protrude and create secondary cones atop the hemispheres of her breasts.
I flicked these little mountains from time to time as I ran my hand all
over her chest and belly. All three of us were breathing harder.
I was not ignoring Susan, either. In addition to grinding my finger in and
out of her nearly-hairless puss, I was using my thumb to massage her
asshole and another finger was touching all around her clit. In a few
moments, Sue let us know she was ready to let go by whispering, "Oh, Les,
my brother is gonna make me cum. He's rubbing my bottom and flicking my
clit while her finger-fucks me. It feels so goddam great I could die!"
With that kind of endorsement, I thought it was time to dip into Leslie's
honey-pot. I looked right into her blue eyes as I trailed my fingertips
down her belly to the top of her bikini bottoms. Far from avoiding my
caress, the blonde released my cock to pull her suit-bottom below her
knees! Standing with legs apart, her shining tits and their protruding
nipples were above water and clearly visible in the dim light from the den.
As my sister groaned in her orgasm and started jerking my dick, I lost no
time in insinuating my hand between Leslie's thighs. Although I couldn't
see anything under the water, I could feel that Leslie already had hair on
her pussy lips and that the slit between her fat lips was well-lubricated.
I asked her if she wanted me to fuck her, but she said that would have to
wait for sometime when we could lie down together. She said she wanted me
to jerk her off like I'd done for my sister. Then, she said, she wanted me
to sit on the side of the pool so she could watch the sperm come out of my
cock!
This type of sexy talk was almost too much for me, and I had to grab
Susan's hand to keep me from cumming right then and there. While I tried
to calm my jumping dick, I duplicated the caress that Susan had found so
stimulating. Inserting my middle finger in Leslie's slimy hole, I extended
another finger to massage her anus. I lowered my thumb to touch her clit
and grunted with surprise when I encountered an inch-high ridge at the top
of her slit. Susan knew immediately what must have happened, because she
said, "Les has the biggest clit I've ever seen!"
Smiling proudly, Leslie dropped back down into the water, spreading her
legs even wider to allow my hands free access to her crotch. She also
returned her attention to my rod and balls, stroking and caressing in an
extremely insistent way, like she wanted to milk the cum-juice out in a
hurry.
Both my hands were busy, buried to the knuckles in two little underwater
quims. Susan was cumming almost continuously, squeezing my pistoning
finger with her orgasmic spasms. And Leslie's big clit was throbbing under
my caresses as she stared down into the water and breathed harder and
faster.
About then, I realized I was about to squirt my goo, so I took my fingers
out of the girls' crotches jumped up backward to sit on the edge of the
pool. Leslie lost her grip for a second, but turned to resume her pumping,
with her eyes only inches from my twitching dick.
I looked over to the house to make sure my parents weren't going to
interrupt. And then I started to geyser, spurting long strings of fluid
from the end of my cock. One spurt hit Leslie right on her bangs, dripping
down onto her cheek. But she didn't seem to mind, continuing her pumping
action until the spurts had subsided.
"Wow, that was neat!" she said, and ducked her head under the water to
clean off her hair and face.
Susan took her place between my legs and licked my wilting dick to clean
off the remains of my cum. As Leslie resurfaced, I slid back into the
water and reached again for the girls' crotches.
But Susan said that our folks might be coming out any second to get us to
go to bed. And sure enough, just as Leslie wiggled back into her bikini
bottoms, Mom stuck her head out the door to tell us it was time for bed.
Susan and I ducked our heads underwater to make it look like we had been
swimming. Then we all got out of the water. Leslie wrapped a towel around
her hair like she was drying it, but really to hide the caked gook in her
bangs.
Later, Leslie said it was the most interesting pool party she had ever
attended.
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