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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