Tales from the Caribbean A Weekend At The Beach First an Overview, then the Story Having spent fifteen years in the enveloping warmth of the Caribbean, I have come to understand and love the people. I have travelled extensively throughout the islands and talked at length with the locals. Gradually, I have become aware of a trend that had been alien to me and, to begin with, was a little shocking. I found that many of the women who confided in me, confessed to having had very early sexual experiences. They told me that, almost exclusively, they had been happy experiences and ones that they would never regret; but also, they revealed that they would usually recommend their own children to undergo similar experiences providing the man was caring and considerate. A simple example of this was given to me by my maid who had been reporting to me that one of her neighbour’s children – I later met her: a pretty, sleight little girl of eleven – had been visiting the home of another neighbour; a man in his sixties. My maid discovered this through confession given by the child to her own (my maid’s) daughter. Apparently, for over three years, she had been visiting the old man daily, after school, to administer oral sex to him, and to receive it. The girl claimed to enjoy it and was happy to receive her little bag of sweets at the end of the week as her reward. However, the girl confessed that for the last year or so, she had been having full, penetrative sex with the old man, and this caused my maid a little concern. So she had approached the child’s mother and revealed all. The mother’s response seemed to me to epitomise the prevailing philosophy, for she had said: “It’s her cunt; she can do what she likes with it!” My series of stories – all prefixed with Tales from the Caribbean – are dramatisations of true stories as revealed to me over my time here. They were ALL told to me by the, now adult, girl-children who experienced the episodes. You may find some stories disturbing because it is clear that the child was the instigator at a very young age, or because the child was indisputably coerced or tricked; or maybe you will be shocked at how girls can be so driven – almost crazed – by their sexual desires at ages as young as six. If any of these are the case, you must bear in mind that this is the culture that pervades after generations of similar experiences and perhaps it is the overriding sexuality of the Caribbean female that is at fault. Above all, two things should be remembered. First, they are all based on true experiences as revealed to me by the girls themselves; and, second, you do not have to read them. A Weekend At The Beach As a writer, I need to get away on my own occasionally, to give myself time to think and work on the plot of my latest story. A few miles from my home, there is a wonderful sandy beach that I can walk along for miles without interruption. The lapping of the gentle Caribbean Sea aids the concentration wonderfully. When I go there – with my laptop and only toy, a digital camera –, I stay in a pleasant little set of apartments, right on the beach. The apartment always allocated to me by Ravi, the owner, is the roomiest and the only one that overlooks the sea so, even when I feel the need to relax in the air-conditioning, I can still be under its influence. On this particular visit, I found that two other apartments were occupied by a group of friends and their kids, four girls aged from nine down to five. It didn't take long to get to know the kids as they insisted on my taken loads of pictures of them with my camera. We were friends immediately. The odd thing about them was that the oldest was a pretty black girl of about ten, with crooked teeth and budding breasts; the next was an eight-year-old white girl with a little touch of Indian in her who had mischievous eyes and a lovely smile; then came a dark, beautiful Indian girl around seven with a nice shape and long legs; and lastly, came a photogenic child of five who had big eyes that never left off looking at me, and permanently dishevelled hair that somehow gave her a "sexy" look, if that was possible in one so young, she was a mix of black and Indian and was unusual because she already had breasts beginning to develop. That is, her nipples were clearly protruding from her otherwise flat chest. So, it seemed odd that they all, apparently, emanated from just two sets of parents. I could only assume that maybe the husbands were swapped about a bit. Anyway, that was none of my business. I was here to write, not to be bothered by a bunch of silly girls – or so I thought, but it seemed the girls had a different agenda. It was natural for them to be fascinated with my camera as they could immediately see the results on the LCD screen and, being extrovert young ladies keen to outdo each other, they became very tenacious in getting what they wanted – more pictures. I was happy enough because the eldest, the black girl with budding breasts, often posed with the top of her T-shirt gaping open, giving me a great view of her nipples. I found those fascinating and imagined myself suckling on them. Never having paedophiliac tendencies before, this was quite a novelty to me and, I don't mind admitting it, I very much enjoyed it. Whether she was aware of exposing so much flesh I don't know, but she only had to look a little more carefully at the camera’s screen to see that I was aware of it and enthralled by it. What I found fascinating was the fact that her nipples were not, as yet, any darker than the rest of her skin which, for a black girl was more a mid-brown. They rose from her chest in tiers like layers of a wedding cake, so I assumed, without being able to get a closer inspection, that the first layer was budding breast, the next a swelling of aureole and the last the teat. Altogether, they rose a modest inch and a half from her chest. The time came when I had to retreat to download my collection of photos onto my laptop and drool over this little girl’s nipples. They all objected to my departure, but I had to do something with the erection that was throbbing away in my shorts. I told them I’d be back in an hour. The pictures looked great on the large screen of my laptop, and her nipples showed up very well indeed. In no time I was spraying cum all over the table next to the computer. Precisely at that moment, as I was shooting the last jets of sperm, there was an urgent, but soft, knock on the door. I didn’t have time to clear up the mess but just got my prick tucked in my shorts when the door opened and in they came, the two eldest girls. My already red face, reddened even more, and I still had my hand inside my shorts, the prick still erect but going down fast. Two pairs of eyes took in the scene and the owners were left to reach their own conclusions. I was aware of a pungent aroma of jism pervading the room. I couldn’t think how the Hell I was going to hide the cum on the table, and then there was the picture on the screen! I’d zoomed in on the bigger girl’s nipple, and it filled the screen in magnificent full colour. Under other circumstances, I would have been very proud of the shot, not embarrassed. “Ooh, have you got any other pictures like that?” She asked. I couldn’t tell if she realised the nipple was hers. “Yes,” I answered feebly. “Some, but mostly they are of four pretty young ladies.” And I quickly pressed a key to move onto another picture – a normal one. I was then made to scroll through them all, plenty of which showed the bigger girl’s nipples in their full glory. However, nothing was said, but I did detect some sideways glances and knowing smiles. “Take some more pictures, will you?” Said the eight-year-old and, to my complete and utter amazement, she pulled the top of her shorts open and down a little, standing with her legs apart to partly expose her cunt. As I looked down, I could see the top of her pussy in clear relief. Her lips rising either side of a tight slit. I swallowed hard through a very dry throat. “Oh, he doesn’t want to see that!” Exclaimed the black girl. Speak for yourself, I thought, but then I realised that she might be right. It would be prudent of me to discourage the child from showing me her hairless little cunt in case the news got back to her parents. Still, I wondered if it was the smell of my sperm that had triggered a subliminal reaction in her. “Well, let him take some more pictures of your totots,” she suggested. “He likes those.” “OK,” agreed the older child and, without any encouragement from me, she removed her T-shirt and displayed her pretty little nipples for my pleasure. Resigned to the situation, I picked up my camera and suggested she move nearer to the window, where the light would highlight the relief of those little mounds. I had snapped a few shots close up and full figure when the little white half-Indian said: “Would you like a picture of me kissing them?” “If you want,” I agreed, condescendingly. But she didn’t just kiss them, she licked them affectionately, which looked great on camera, and even began to take them into her mouth and suck on them. They must have done this together before and the effect on the black girl must was clearly very pleasant for she brought up her hand and caressed her friend’s face as she suckled – very touching and erotic. I needn’t tell you, my prick was pounding in my shorts. Before I knew it, I’d used up the space on the camera and had to download again. I wanted to download my balls too. As soon as the pictures started to appear on the screen, the younger, whiter of the two girls asked, “Don’t you want to do that again?” I looked puzzled for a moment until she pointed to the still wet pool of jism next to the laptop. I was speechless. How can you answer a question like that? “I can do it for you, if you like,” she offered, “I used to do it for my brother before he…” “Before he what?” I asked, inadvertently blundering into a delicate area. “He died last year. He drowned,” she said simply and with sadness, but she rallied. “He used to like it when I rubbed him.” I bet he did, I thought. “Well, I don’t…” I began. “Oh, please,” she begged. “I liked doing it and watching the white stuff come out. She’ll let you play with her totots if you want.” How could I refuse, especially as her friend moved nearer and stood on the seat of the dining chair so that her tits were inches from my face? I couldn’t help it, I just bent forward a little and put my lips over one nipple and sucked gently. The little white girl went down on her knees and peeled down my shorts so my prick sprang out above her face. My eyes were shut, so I couldn’t see her reaction, but I could feel her soft hands, oh so gently, grasp my tool and begin to stroke it up and down. I was in heaven but also in hell as I struggled not to come almost instantly. I put my hand on the bottom of the black girl to hold her steady. Her hands were holding my face as I brought colour and pleasure to her nipples. It was no good, I couldn’t hold back, and I couldn’t forewarn her either. My prick suddenly spurted, and sperm gushed across the gap to her pretty little face. She let out a little yell, either of shock or delight as globules splattered across her eyes and cheeks. Then, amazingly, she encompassed the head of my prick with her mouth and began to suck. That brought me to an even more intensive climax, and loads more spunk filled her mouth. She swallowed greedily. “You’ve done that before,” I suggested after things had settled. “My brother loved me doing that most, but yours tastes nicer,” she said, probably lying to me to gain my approval – as if she didn’t have it already. “Will you let me taste some next time?” Asked the bigger child. “What next time? You’re going to get me killed if anyone finds out about what we’ve just been doing.” I was in a minor panic as the realisation hit me. “Don’t be silly. We aren’t going to tell anyone. They wouldn’t listen to us anyway,” she added. “What do you mean?” “Our parents come here once a month just to take drugs and have sex. Sometimes we watch them without them even knowing that we are there. They’re so far gone.” “Anyway,” continued the eight-year-old, “we decided that it’s about time we learnt to fuck too.” “And take drugs, I suppose,” I retaliated. “No, they’re bad for you. But fucking is great.” “How do you know? Don’t tell me, your brother,” I offered. “No, I’m still a virgin. But my Mum says fucking is great. We hear her shouting it when Dad or Uncle is pushing his penis into her. We’ve been watching the last few times we’ve come down here,” she told me again. “So, you want me to fuck you? Both of you?” “Yes please. And we can take pictures for you as we do it if you like.” That sounded good to me. “We thought we could stay tonight, our parents won’t know anything. They’ll be too far out of it all.” I suddenly realised something. “What about you baby sisters? Where are they?” I asked. “Oh, they’re down by the pool. They should be up soon, when they get bored with that. They won’t mind watching us fuck. They’ve seen our parents doing it and they won’t tell.” It seemed as though I was going to get deeply involved here and I prayed to God that no one should find out. I certainly couldn’t see my willpower holding up against these two determined little children. I turned off the computer and fetched some soft drinks for us. We settled down to relax, dressed again except for the exposed breasts when the door flew open, banging out of control back against the wall, and there stood the five-year-old and her seven-year-old cousin. They were wet in their costumes. “Come in,” I suggested without irony, “Shut the door,” and I went to get them a soft drink too. When I returned I was surprised to find that they had removed their wet outfits and were sitting naked on the table. Close by lay the pool of spunk I still hadn’t wiped up, losing some of its viscosity. “We were just telling them,” began the eight-year-old white girl, “that you promised to fuck us tonight.” “I, er, er…” I stammered in shock at the frankness of the child, “…promised?” “Yes, you agreed, and they could watch, you said,” she distorted. “It was your suggestion.” I was about to add more when the smallest child with the amazing breast development, photogenic face and straggly hair, butted in. “You can fuck me too if you want.” “What? You’re too young,” I reacted quickly. How I could say that and still be considering taking the cherries of two other under pre-teens, I’ll never know. “No,” she responded. “I’ve had a pebis,” – she meant penis – “pushed in me before. It was nice after the hurting stopped. My brother did it before he died.” Same brother, I concluded. Boy did he like to pass it around his sisters. Perhaps it was good thing he drowned before he got them pregnant. So now I knew which two were sisters, or half-sisters, of the other two. Well, all four fitted into place now. I looked at the dark, naked Indian child who, so far, had said nothing. My stare prompted her to fidget a little. “Are you okay with all this?” I asked her gently, and stroked her soft, long black hair. Only then, as my eyes roamed over her lovely shiny-smooth naked body, did I notice that she had the most incredible nipples. They had become hard and pointy in the air-conditioned coolness of the room and protruded a quarter of an inch, maybe more, from an otherwise perfectly flat chest. They looked like two, short, black crayons glued to her boyish chest. I couldn’t stop myself from bringing my hand down and taking one between my finger and thumb and gently rolling it. To my surprise and delight, it hardened and grew to nearly half an inch. I would have liked to have measured it but, instead, I decided to put it in my mouth and, as she sat more upright and turned to offer it to me, I knew it was what she wanted too. I sucked and rolled it around in my mouth, allowing my tongue to brush over it. The beautiful dark Indian child actually moaned aloud as I pleasured her. I didn’t realise, but more pictures were being taken by one of the girls. It was with great difficulty that I pulled myself away. Naturally, my prick was trying to burst through my shorts again. All four girls noticed and they began to giggle uncontrollably. I shall never know what took over my mind at that moment but perhaps to shock them, I boldly took my prick out of my pants and placed it near the opening of the five-year-old’s cunt. If what she said was true, she was the only one who was not a virgin and could, possibly, take my seven inches. The child parted her legs obediently and the other three children gathered round expectantly. “Go on,” one of them said, “do her.” I lifted her up bodily and placed her cunt lips over the head of my tool. There was enough moisture on the tip to lubricate a diesel engine and, with the help of the oldest girl who held my shaft and guided it to the tiny child’s pussy I soon had the head in. Boy she was tight though. I had doubts about getting my prick in any further but the pretty girl wriggled for me, trying to push down on my tool and soon I had half of it in. Because of her small size, it wouldn’t go in any further, I was already hitting bottom, so to speak, as I banged against her cervix. The sensation was incredible. I’d never fucked anyone under the age of twenty before, and here I was shoving my prick up a five-year-old as her sister and cousins avidly watched. “Are you going to cum in her?” One little voice asked me. “I dunno,” I strained in answer. I wondered where in Hell they had learned to talk like that; then I remembered what they’d said about their parents. “You said I could taste your juice next time you came,” she said disappointedly. “Well, if I cum in her, you can lick up whatever leaks out from her tight little pussy,” I suggested lewdly. I then laid the little girl – no more than a baby really – on the table, on top of my old sperm, and began to pump into her. My left hand went to the long, pencil-thin nipples, and my right went to the bottom of the sister of the child I was fucking. I was worried when she stepped away for a minute, but it was only to remove her trunks so I could feel her naked pussy lips with my busy fingers. The last, and oldest child, stepped into a position so that I could suck her teats. Fucking was difficult with all this going on. I had to slow and shorten my thrusts, but that worked in my favour as I was forced to appreciate the tightness of a five-year-old cunt. I was able to let her muscles work on my prick and allowed my own twitches and mental state take control of the building orgasm. Five minutes of delirious sensuality passed as we all enjoyed the feelings flooding through us. I came the moment when the sister of the little child whose cunt was wrapped round my swollen prick, suddenly shuddered, clamped her legs together, trapping my fingers over her pussy, and let out a series of little squeals. My shooting sperm into a tight five-year-old’s cunt was a first for me. I found the tightness seemed to hold back the spunk from releasing, and my orgasm wouldn’t subside. Perhaps it was the twitching cunt on my fingers or the sensation of sucking one fulsome nipple whilst pulling a long thin one that kept me going but, whatever, I had to calm down somehow or I was in danger of passing out. I let go of everything suddenly and held the small girl by the waist and pumped vigorously into her. Wave after wave of orgasmic tension was passed out through my prick and into that small child with every spurt of my thick, creamy jism. I’d never cum like that before in my life. It seemed to go on forever and the tensions seemed to build up more and more instead of being released. Eventually though, as my sperm came flooding out of her tight pussy around the base of my cock, it all subsided and I was able to ejaculate the last few spurts into her in a more gentle manner. Only then was I fully aware again that on the end of my prick was this little five-year-old into whom I was shooting my cum. That thought alone brought forth even more ripples of pleasure as I spurted a few more drops into her stretched cunt. At last I removed my prick and her sister dived in to lick my spunk from her distended cunt hole. There was plenty for her to taste and she seemed to love the flavour for she never stopped until it was all in her own stomach. The scene was an incredible turn on, but my prick was too well used to be able to rise up for the time being. My only regret (could I have any after such an erotic moment?) was that I had overlooked the opportunity to get some pictures of my prick up such a tiny cunt. I wasted no more time and grabbed the camera to get pictures of all the girls in their looks of heightened sexuality. By God the scene was erotic. The five-year-old still laid back on the table with her legs spread wide, her eight-year-old sister standing naked from the waist down, still with her finger up her sister’s cunt, searching for more of my sperm to taste. The seven-year-old dark Indian with the long nipples, sitting totally naked on the table, gently playing with her equally long pink clitoris, which I noticed then for the first time. And finally, the eldest with the great developing tits – which were now more swollen and colourful after my sucking vigourously on them – had grabbed the left leg of the little girl I’d just fucked and was sucking her toes. She licked around the delicate foot bringing her tongue up the underside until she reached the toes again and then pressed the tip of her tongue between them, causing the little thing to giggle. But the black girl was not giggling, putting the toes fully into her mouth and sucking on them was really turning her on. Then, to my amazement, she brought the foot down rubbed it affectionately against her breasts and then placed it between her own legs so she could rub it, or get the child to wiggle her toes, against her cunt. Maybe she was rubbing her clitoris with it or trying to push it inside her, it was difficult to tell from my position. I resolved, then and there, to use the same foot, well, both feet, to hold and rub my prick. I was never into feet before, and maybe I wouldn’t be in the future but, right now, seeing this girl trying to get foot-fucked, was giving me ideas. I pulled my attention away from those two and cast my eyes over them all. The girls looked a wonderful sight and employing my camera, I made sure I had plenty of shots to remember the scene. You won’t believe it – I couldn’t at the time – but my prick started to swell again. No, this was too much. These girls would be the death of me, one way or another. “Oh look,” exclaimed the dark seven-year-old as she slid down off the table and grabbed my prick gently in her hand. She had been the quiet one so far but it was lovely to see her enjoying herself as she stroked the underside of my penis and licked the tip gently. She was operating on my prick like it was a banana covered in cream and sprinkled with chocolate flakes as she licked all over it and salivated, putting the head in her mouth without closing her lips tight around it. I passed the camera to the foot-fetishist child with the great nipples and she took over taking the pictures – which was generous, as she had to remove the delicate foot from her wet cunt. She hadn’t managed to insert it, but I guess it would only have been a matter of time. The littlest child climbed down off the table, nearly breaking her sister’s fingers as they snapped out of her little cunt with a slurp. She came over and started to lick my penis on one side, wrapping her long tongue round the underside. Her whiter sister came around the other side and took her cue from her younger sibling. I now had three little girls with my prick in their mouths at the same time. The sensation was unbelievable. The back girl with the swollen breasts took a few more pictures and had to stand on the dining chair so she could hold the camera over the top to look down to the scene the way I could see it. Soon, she wanted to get into the same action, but I was at a loss to see how she could get any of my prick between her lips. I already had three pairs slurping at the length of my tool. Never underestimate the ingenuity of determined little girls. This child came round behind me and forced my legs wide enough apart that she could crouch between them. She then knelt down so we were back to back and brought her head back and under my scrotum in a highly contortionistic way. She balanced by holding my arse in her hands from around my legs. Now she was in a position to lick my prick from underneath although she couldn’t really use her lips to apply any suction. That was until she took one of my balls into her mouth and sucked gently on it. I nearly came right then. I would surely have done if I hadn't come so much in the few short minutes since these girls had entered my apartment and been working on me. Incredibly, even with four pretty girls of four different colours and four different ages from five to nine, working vigourously at sucking my cock and balls, I now looked at my watch. Not really to see the time but just to check how long it had been since I’d first wanked over the picture of the bigger girl’s nipples. Forty-five minutes! And I was about to cum a fourth time, and this time all over their pretty faces. And yet I had a problem. As fantastic as the feelings I was getting were, as erotic as this situation was, unbelievable as it was, I still felt short-changed as my hands were desperate to grab hold of something or someone, or bits of someone, or to get fingers inside one or two of them. Anywhere, I didn’t care; I just had to do something with my hands. I was almost screaming in panic. I knew that if I moved us all onto the ample double bed, there would be room and much more flexibility to grope, but I was so loath to move away from this position. They were like four starving little piglets frantically getting milk from mother’s teats. What swayed it for me was the sudden realisation that my mouth was also available. And I hadn’t yet had one of these hairless moist crotches in my face. The dark seven-year-old Indian girl’s clitoris suddenly came back to my mind and I imagined I could actually taste it as I thought about it being pulled by suction into my mouth. Well, I was salivating badly now at the thought. “Ok girls, that’s enough,” But they wouldn’t move and a chorus of moaning came up from around my tool. “I shall cum all over your faces if you don’t stop.” Which was the wrong thing to say as they all began to exert themselves more earnestly. I was coming soon, too. So I satisfied myself with placing my hand over their heads like I was their priest. The four of them continued to slurp away on my distended prick without actually touching it with their hands. That made it all the more erotic and, of course, they had trouble in keeping it in position so that it added to my pleasure as it slid about between their lips. The dark Indian girl had just taken the head out of her mouth and lick under the head when the first spurt shot out and up her nostril. Another spurt went across her face from eyebrow to chin before she let out a yell of delight. “He’s doing it,” she squealed, and there followed a rapid changing of positions as they all struggled to get some of my sperm. The end result was that my prick danced about between their faces, jerking and squirting and dribbling and spurting until they were all covered. I had to grab the base of my prick and wank out the last few drops, which I carefully placed over the face of the child between my legs. She deserved it, after all, for her ingenuity. And then they all thanked me. They thanked me! I had come all over their faces in one of the best orgasms I’d ever had; certainly the most sexually perverse and erotic orgasms I’d ever had, and they were thanking me. Life has its odd moments. “Well, it’s my turn to repay your kindness girls. I know you enjoyed yourselves, but not as much as me. I now want to give you the best feelings in your tummies you’ve ever had. Let’s go into the bedroom, take all your clothes off and we’ll have some fun. Ok?” I was deeply into it now. They needed no second bidding and I was soon in the middle of the bed surrounded by four pretty, naked pre-teenagers. “Before we do too much to each other,” I began, playing for time as my prick couldn’t possibly get erect yet a while, “I want each of you to describe to the others how you felt as we played that last game in there.” “I thought it was fun and I liked breathing in all the breath of everyone else as I licked,” said the youngest and perhaps boldest little girl. Her answer was interesting, I thought. “Well, I loved feeling the head of his thingy in my mouth. It was so soft and smooth and it went even smoother as it got hard just before he came in my face – and so hot! It practically burnt my mouth. Oh, and underneath…” she added interrupting the next girl who wanted to speak. “Underneath was this interesting ridgey, skinny sort of thing which felt funny as I put the tip of my tongue over it.” “How did you feel, inside?” I asked her as the other children thought about the ‘ridgey, skinny’ bit they perhaps didn’t yet know about. “I started to feel funny in my tummy. It was nice. Sort of like being hungry and having an itch at the same time. I still feel a bit like that.” I stroked her back, down to her beautifully rounded bottom as she sat on her heels beside me. My forefinger curled underneath and between her cheeks, which had been parted by her weight on her feet, and softly touched her arsehole. She turned her head and smiled the most affectionate smile at me. I pushed the fingertip against her sphincter a little and she brought her hand to touch my forehead in a loving way and stroked my hair back. “What about you?” I asked the white Indian whose pinky-brown nipples I was seeing for the first time. “How did you feel about it all?” She smiled that cheeky, warm affectionate smile I had come to love. “Nice,” she began simply. “But I loved it before when you put your fingers between my legs and played with me there.” “I remember,” I said to reassure her that it could happen again for her. “Did anyone notice how she yelped at one moment and kinda groaned.” “I didn’t did I?” She blushed all the way down to her neck. “I remember feeling all wonderful inside. Like she said, it was sorta itchy and things for a long while and it got more and more itchy and nice feeling until I thought I was going to scream but, suddenly it felt fantastic all through me. Kinda like a gush of warm water washing all through my insides. And there were ripples like lots of big spider legs running all over my pussy.” “Eeer,” both the littlest and biggest child said in mock disgust. “No. It was a fabulous feeling. Not horrid at all.” “And you went all stiff then, didn’t you,” I suggested, and she nodded. “And shuddered through all of your body, am I right?” “Yeah, that was when it felt like spiders tickling my insides. It was the loveliest feeling I’ve ever had,” she added quickly as the others began to react to the spider analogy again. “Okay, what about you, young lady?” I asked the eldest child who so far had said nothing. Her tits still looked great, holding the colour I’d sucked into them and, now that I was seeing her totally naked for the first time, I could appreciated how curvaceous she was. Her waist was round and her hips splayed out in a lovely full curve to her soft thighs. Her pussy – which was full-face on to me as she sat on her heels but with her knees wide apart – was a wonderfully swollen object. It looked so soft and inviting with the lips thick and protruding roundly. I could just imagine the fun I would have peeling them back to reveal the pinkness inside. Oh God, I was salivating again. The lovely girl must have seen me admiring her crotch for she fidget a little and then brought her hand down and parted her lips a little to show me the pink interior. It was a small gesture that the others may not have noticed, but I appreciated it and knew it was done just for my pleasure. I looked up to meet her eyes and smiled as an unspoken thankyou. “How did you feel underneath and between my legs?” I asked her. “It can’t have been easy for you.” “It was fine. No problem and I loved it. Hey, I learnt something girls,” she started conspiratorially, “his balls were hanging down, and I couldn’t resist putting one in my mouth but it was rolling around inside. It felt really funny. And, just before he shot all that white stuff out, they both went up tight against his thingy and I couldn’t get it in my mouth any more.” She sounded disappointed. “But the best bit was when I got all that hot white stuff over my face. It tasted nice but I felt it was all for me and mine alone and I got all wet between my legs, here.” She parted her lips even wider, being able to grab her full lips easily with her fingers, she pulled them open so much that we could see it all, especially the hole from which juices still oozed. I reached out and stroked it so I could get some liquid from her on my fingers to taste. I think she knew it was erotic, for she followed my fingers closely with her eyes as I brought them up to my mouth and extended my tongue to taste her sexuality. She licked her own lips as I licked my fingers. But then the taste hit me! The sudden shock of realising how delicious her own juices were sent a wild buzz right through me to my prick. Oh no, it would be rising again soon! I just had to taste these little-girl cunts soon. Hers was so sweet and fragrant it had made me quite heady. “So, what we all agree on,” I summarised, “is that we liked what we were doing. Is that right?” “Yessss!” came the loud chorus, so enthusiastically that I had to sweep them all up in my arms and hug all four naked little girls at once. My hands went all over their soft skin, stroking them affectionately. “Can we play some more now?” “Will you teach us new things?” “I want to feel nice again like I did before.” “Yes, I want to feel like you did with them spidery things.” “Please tell us what to do, sir.” “I need my pussy played with.” “I want to suck his thingy again, I liked that best.” Then there was a pause before the baby of them showed how much more grown up she was than any of them – for now – when she said, slowly and loudly: “I want to be fucked again.” The three girls laughed, pushed her over and began to tickle her remorselessly. Whilst they romped in gay abandon, I gazed, studied, stroked and poked at their little figures at random, depending on what parts were presented to me accidentally at any given moment. I suppose they thought I was tickling and romping just as they were, but of course that wasn’t true, I was taking advantage of their distraction, nakedness and, above all, innocence. That last word was the big appeal, their innocence. They had got themselves into a situation which, for them, was like a classroom for learning. For me it was a situation to exploit, to take advantage of them for my own sexual perversion. To have long and as many orgasms as I could to extend the sexual experience for the greatest endurance possible. Taking photos was going to help, and I still had the camera close by. It was just so difficult to remember to take the shots and have my fingers in holes at the same time. I was going to have to organise this a bit better. I wished I had a video camera right then and I said so aloud without realising I’d done so. “We’ve got one, downstairs. I’ll go get it,” volunteered the dark Indian with the extended nipples. As she stood up, I had this bazaar notion that I could lay her down on her front and she would be like a three-legged stool, being balanced on her three points: her two nipples and her long clitoris which, I could now see protruding obscenely from between her cunt lips. She ran off without even bothering to put on some clothes. Totally naked, with dark brown, shiny, smooth skin and protruding sexual bits, she went skipping brazenly down the steps, leaving the door wide open. God, I got into a panic at that moment, holding my breath practically all the while she was away. I just imagined two irate fathers storming in and finding me like this. To say nothing, that is, of any other guests and the apartments’ staff who were always wandering about. Jail beckoned. But she returned quickly with a very expensive camera and tripod – and alone. Clever girl! “They are all stoned down there. Nobody saw me,” she reassured me. She expertly assembled the equipment and even started it running without my needing to get involved. Then, with much professional satisfaction she strode over to me on the bed, pushed me back in a domineering way, straddled my face and stuffed her clitoris into my mouth. I guess she wanted to do that as much as I had wanted her to. The instant her cunt filled my face and the long clitoris was between my lips, I began to suck vigourously. “Oh God!” She screamed very loudly, perhaps with abandon, knowing her parents were not going to spoil her fun. I sucked and pinched her clit gently between my teeth as my tongue flicked over the tip several times. The seven-year-old virgin found perfect release to all that unknown pent-up sexual frustration that had been building within her since she had first had her nipple squeezed between my fingers, an hour and some ago. “Ooooh,” she shuddered and trembled as she moaned loudly. “Is it the spiders?” “Is it feeling good?” “What’s it feeling like?” The other three desperately pleaded with her. “Ohhh God. It feels great. He’s sucking my pointy thing and it’s making me shudder all through… er God, all through me. All over… oh.” She kicked her legs out behind her, falling forward over my head and pushing her cunt down hard over my face. If her lips weren’t so lovely and soft, she might have broken my teeth. “Oooohhhhhhhhh!!!!!” She cried as one long shudder vibrated through her whole body, causing her to stiffen through her entire length. Then she collapsed and went totally limp; her clitoris still in my mouth as if a prick had been fucking me. A flood of her juices then poured into my mouth, having gushed out of her spent cunt and run down the crease of her pussy lips. God she tasted nice, and there was so much of it. When I’d lapped up all there was I gently lifted her off my face. She hadn’t passed out, merely passed into a state where her body no longer existed in flesh and bone. To her it was all feeling and sensations buzzing through her. “Boy, did she like that,” said the oldest girl with the swollen breasts and breaking the long silence that had followed the orgasmic show. “I want to feel like that next, mister. I guess you’d better suck my cunt.” She was using the dirty words that she must have heard her parents using as she’d secretly watched them fuck. “Okay, but you may not cum like that. She has this remarkable clitoris, look,” I said as I turned the limp youngster over, parted her legs and pulled up the long sensitive organ. “She’s a very lucky girl. She will have lots of cumming like that, whenever that thing gets touched, she may cum. There’s a bright future for her if she is handled properly.” I didn’t realise, at that moment that I was setting the little thing up into a life of total sexuality, but I was, and the best thing about it was that it would be with me. But that came later. “So you may like getting your clitoris sucked, but more likely your cumming will have to come from being fucked.” “Let’s do that too then.” And she turned her face to see my prick standing proud. She moved her curvaceous body over it and held it tight, seating her cunt over the tip. Gently she lowered herself down onto it, without succeeding, yet, in getting it to go into her cunt hole. She grunted and groaned more out of frustration that pleasure, as she pushed down. “It won’t go in. It’s too big,” she complained. “I can get it in,” boasted the little five-year-old, but suddenly it popped in. “Ah,” she squealed. “It’s in.” “Only the head,” I told her. “You must now slowly push down on it because, in a minute it might hurt. There’s a piece of skin stretched across the inside of your hole which must be got past before you can take my entire prick. It might hurt a little and there will be a little blood.” “I don’t care,” she declared defiantly. “I’m going to fuck you and make you come in my cunt like Mummy does to Uncle.” And with that she dropped her weight down so that my prick burst into her in one sudden and painful thrust. “Ow,” she cried, and then ignored the pain as she began to pump just as she’d seen Mummy do, bouncing up and down on my prick. “You Ok?” I asked passing my hands to her tits and squeezing them between my fingers, pinching the nipples hard. “Yeah, it’s nice, really nice. Look,” she called to the others, “I’m fucking his big prick.” Then, getting a little carried away with the sound of her own voice and with what she was doing, she shouted much too loudly, “Fucking is GREAT!” They must have heard downstairs, had they been awake. Then, suddenly, she came. Two grunts, three or four intensive thrusts, a grab at my hands to press them harder onto her nipples, and she gushed. Loads of her juices flushed out of her like she was peeing, but she wasn’t, it was her cum. I wished she’d done it in my mouth, but it was too late now for that. Worse, I hadn’t cum and my prick was still as hard as a rock as she got off me. “That was nice mister, thank you.” “Anytime,” I generously offered. Before I had time to consider who or what to do next, someone grabbed my wet, stiff prick in their tiny hand and plunged it into their mouth, sucking off the other girl’s juices. “Mmm,” she mumbled with her mouth stuffed. It was the sexy white Indian with the bright eyes. As she sucked, I moved her little frame around so I could get her cunt over my face and began to suck her smooth, bare pussy lips. I poked my tongue up into her hole as far as I could. But, with my hands left free, again I wanted more. The difficulty was that with my mouth stuffed full with soft, wet cunt, I couldn’t express myself to the others very well. I waved my hands around a little and wiggled my toes frantically, but it was some time before I obtained any results – it seemed an age before one of the other three responded to my gesticulations but, when they did, it was worth the wait. I felt someone grab my foot and gently raise it off the bed. I couldn’t tell who it was until she began to rub the sole against her chest. It felt slightly soft and pliable with a bud, or button in the middle rasping across my instep. I knew then that it was the eldest child, the light-coloured black girl who was massaging my foot, or was she using it to massage her tits. Either way, it felt great. I never realised that my normally highly sensitive feet could feel so good being drawn across the soft, smooth surface of a young girl’s chest, but then she stopped and my mind almost plummeted into an instant depression. Fortunately, she was in the process of transition, moving my foot nearer her mouth so she could suck and gently nibble on my toes. She even put them in her mouth to suck on them as she massaged the rest of my foot. I was in heaven with cunt all over my face, my prick being enthusiastically sucked and played with and similar ministrations being applied to my foot. And yet my hands were still free! Free that is, if you ignore the fact that they were stroking over the rounded surface of the child on my face. Searching through her crevices for warmth and moisture, then moving away to smoother, drier areas where small bumps and hollows added a new dimension to their journey. But I knew that this was the same child into whose cunt my tongue was exploring and I felt a certain injustice when I considered that there were two other children whom I could be pleasuring, and who could be pleasuring me in return. I reached and groped around the surface of the bed until my right hand fell upon the knee of one girl. I gripped it firmly and tried to pull it closer by working it with my fingers. She reacted by shuffling closer to me so that my hand stroked up her folded thigh. Soon I was at the turn to her groin and my hand left her thigh to range over her tight stomach. I could feel her navel and the gentle, sensuous curve away from that depression up to her underdeveloped chest. I searched out her nipples, wondering which chest I was working my way up. My hand’s voyage of discovery could only uncover either the extraordinarily early development of the five-year-old’s breasts, or the equally extraordinarily long growth of nipple – upon which you could hang your hat – of the lovely dark Indian child of seven. It turned out to be the inch-long nipples of the slim, Indian and my fingers thrilled to the rubbery touch of them. I stoked the palm of my hand all over her chest which heightened the contrast of flat, smooth skin and the interestingly long, dark nipples. But I could only get at her with one hand. My face was busy in cunt, and was getting wetter and wetter, my prick was getting wetter and wetter with someone’s mouth salivating all along its length. My foot was also being salivated over as the bigger child sucked on the toes, and my right hand was busy enjoying the sensational nipples. As I did a role-call of my extremities, I felt my other foot being moved across to be directly below the first. My mind did a quick double-take as I tried to work out what was going on but, soon the answer came as I felt the girl who had one foot in her mouth, begin to straddle the other. With her spare hand she guided it close to her dripping cunt and rubbed herself against it. I wiggled my toes, not really knowing if I was doing the right thing. Suddenly, she gripped my toes tight, scrunching them up together as she placed her cunt directly over them. Thinking that I knew what she had in mind, I tried to extend my big toe for her to wiggle her cunt lips around. I was assuming that that was as far as her ambitions went. I was wrong. She squeezed my toes together harder and I could feel her pressing the weight of her whole body down onto them. She was trying to get my whole foot up there! Fortunately, I keep my toenails well manicured, otherwise I might have shredded her cunt but, as it was, she gradually became more resigned to the fact that she was being too ambitious. After a few minutes of determined effort, she had given up that endeavour and happily wrapped her cunt around the big toe only. When I wriggled my toes, all sorts of new sensations were generated, both for her and me and she began to bite really hard on the big toe of the other foot. It was amazing. As my attention had been focussed on all this foot fetish thing and I began to notice how hot her pussy felt around my toe, I realised that I had been distracted from appreciating all the great sensations that were bombarding my brain from the other two girls. The light-coloured Indian was immersing herself into her own sexual reverie as she enjoyed sucking me and being sucked by me. The darker Indian, who perhaps wasn’t getting as much as she first did when I started playing with her nipples, bent forward to play with the base of my prick and balls with both hands. Then there was the poor little five-year-old, left out of all the fun. Bless her, she hadn’t complained and, up to that moment, had been happily watching all her relatives’ activities. However, perhaps because the itch in her cunt was getting to be too much, she now decided that there was a little piece of me that she could play with, or have play with her – my left hand. She arranged herself on the bed so that she could straddle my hand and then communicated to me that her pussy was available to me by raising my hand to her cunt. Whether she arranged it that neatly or not I don’t know, but it transpired that my thumb dived automatically into her tight little cunt hole but all the fingers fell against the right cheek of her arse with the index finger enfolded along the crack. Naturally, I inserted that too, but into her bottom so that I was holding her like a six-pack. With the clumsy energy only available to one so young, she began to hump my hand almost breaking my wrist. There was nothing left for me but to lay back and dream of Heaven here on Earth. I kinda stretched my whole body so that every point that touched human, pre-teen, female flesh – and there was plenty by now – transmitted its pleasure through the taught nerves to the pleasure-receptors in my head. I was, of course, in danger of being in overload but, like a pressure-cooker, I had a release-valve – my prick, where most of the sensors were packed. I let the little girl sucking on it take a little more as I arched my back a little, tensing up a bit more. Sensing that I was about to explode, all the girls began to concentrate both their actions and their minds to the task of bringing me off. If I had been in a sex house in Thailand, paying thousands of dollars, I couldn’t have had a more professional and enthusiastic group of participants. I don’t know if they all came at the same time as I did or not. They should have done for there was a wide enough window of opportunity for them as I came and came and came. It went on for an age as spurt after spurt shot up into the mouth of the Indian until it began to come out her nose. Even as she collapsed to the side, the darker Indian took over – and I was still shooting semen. But she took it onto her tongue, which she held out like a plate for the others to enjoy the sight of, before she lasciviously took her meal into her throat like a gourmet enjoying oysters. I remember feeling the constriction of an orgasm that nearly broke my toes, and the shuddering that transmitted itself right up my leg, jiggling my balls even as the last gushes of cum were flying out the tip of my twitching prick. But it was the gyrations against my left hand that nearly spoilt it all, for the pain on my wrist was intense as she twisted back. It was only the knowledge that she underwent these contortions in the frantic throes of her orgasm that kept my orgasm at its peak. However, all good things must come to an end, and all five of us were, by this time, fully sexually sated and completely exhausted. We slept through the night with only the occasional touch of affection or sexual stroking generated through our erotic dreams, and morning hit us like a Hollywood floodlight being turned on our faces. Yawns and stretches and kisses and cuddles and thankyous all round brought us back to the real world. It wasn’t long before they were back in the loving arms of their delightfully ignorant parents and I was in my car back on the road home with my laptop, lots of great pictures from my digital camera and a Hi8 videocassette, courtesy of the children’s stupid parents. All pictures of four beautiful girls whose names I didn’t even know Oh, and one more thing – a promise from all four children that they would plague their parents to come and stay with me some weekends, instead of going to the boring beach with them. 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