Aggie could be a good little girl when the time was right for being a good little girl, but there were other times, and many of them, when she just didn't fucking feel like being good. In her short life, thirteen years, she had already come to realize that what she enjoyed most was being "bad."
In the playground being bad was swinging high on the swings, all the time, finger fucking herself as she sailed back and forth or being down on her knees, relishing the taste of the little bag meat as it slid in and out of her precocious mouth.
Aggie was not alone in her knowledge and needs. What she didn't already was realizing taught to her by Jim, Ellen, and Phil. And Aggie was a more than eager student. Her lessons included cunt-lapping, ass fucking, tit chewing and cock sucking. Aggie was a natural and together or in any combination of two and three they gave a whole new look of "teenage gangs."
Then there was Carol, Jim's older sister. When she found out that little brother was no longer a baby she was not only relieved, you could say she felt a great satisfaction! But keeping it in the family wasn't enough for Carol. She had plenty to give and wanted to make sure everyone got a taste. Suddenly Jim's little friends weren't just kids anymore. With Carol's plans they would all be getting into the act quickly and expertly. And no one would complain about the lessons they were learning!
CHAPTER ONE
Aggie sucked her thumb. If her mother knew how Aggie had replaced that habit, she not only would have welcomed the thumb sucking, but she probably would have had a heart attack too.
Aggie was thirteen years old now, and a long way past the thumb sucking stage. When she entered junior high she came into contact with older boys and girls who themselves had gained experience since they had left the protected environment of the lower grades. She learned that there were other stages, many other stages to be explored, since she had always been a curious child. Naturally, being in a new place, and meeting new kids, she gravitated toward the seeming security of females of her own age. It wasn't that she wasn't interested in boys, because she definitely was, but it was just sort of a feeling out period.
The trouble was, the girls of her own age were also going through their own feeling out period, and all they served to do was to introduce her step by step to the world of the senior students. Into the world of the upper-graders who must have been all of fourteen or fifteen years old. When these old timers found a new and eagerly curious girl in their midst, and not a bad looking girl at that, they became eager to satisfy her curiosity, especially the boys. But, it was the girls that actually introduced her into her new world.
It was only a month since Aggie had entered the new school for the first time. It was the fall term, the weather was beautiful, and her parents couldn't understand why Aggie was no longer interested in the weekends. Previously, it seemed that she couldn't wait for the school week to be over so that she could enjoy a free Saturday and Sunday, but now it appeared that she was just anxious to get the weekend over with so that she could get back to school. To her parents, it was a very encouraging sign. From the way she couldn't wait to get to school each morning, they figured that maybe finally she had found something to her liking and was about to settle down to some serious business.
Actually, school was a bore. It was the time before school, during lunch hour, and after school that Aggie was most interested in. And not only Aggie, but one or two of her closest girlfriends as well, not to mention several boys. Even if her mother had failed to teach her that it was not right for a growing girl to suck her thumb, Aggie's girlfriends would have eventually teach her that there were more interesting things to suck on.
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It was Monday morning, and as was usual on every weekday morning, Aggie was awake early. Even before her parents were awake. Her father left for work just about the same time as she left for school, and before Aggie had started to go to this new school, it had always been her mother's job to get up first and get breakfast ready and wake them both up. But now she was able to sleep for a few extra minutes, because Aggie was always up first, and her growing daughter had learned how to prepare things. She was grateful for that, of course, but she wouldn't have been if she had known the reason behind Aggie's sudden surge of family responsibility.
Nobody heard Aggie get up and go downstairs. It was a good hour before her folks had to get up, and she made sure that she was nice and quiet so that they wouldn't wake up too early. She would start the breakfast alright, but that was only a subterfuge, and she really didn't like doing it, but it did explain more or less satisfactorily her reason for being downstairs. She knew that they were happy about her eagerness to get started on a school day, and she knew that they were happy in their thoughts that she was finally beginning to grow up and take on a few responsibilities, such as starting breakfast.
So let them be happy. It was easy enough to get the makings of breakfast ready so that when they came down everything would be waiting. The first thing she did was to put the kettle on to boil so that the water would be hot for coffee. Then it was just a matter of getting everything out and in the right place so that her mother wouldn't have to come down sleepy-eyed and dig things out of the refrigerator and cupboards and so forth. Aggie had the frying pan on the stove, and already warm, and the eggs sitting on the table and the bacon already separated into strips and ready for the pan and the plates and milk and coffee cups and bread ready for the toaster so that all her mother had to do was prepare it for the table.
And this whole thing took Aggie less than ten minutes, and gave her plenty of time to prepare herself for the day. When she finished her chores in the kitchen she walked out into the living room and only paused for a minute at the bottom of the stairs to listen for any sounds of stirring in the rooms above. Usually there was none, as even if one of them did awaken early, they wouldn't bother to get up as they cherished those last few minutes in bed, and also knew that their daughter would let them know when the time came. And this morning was no exception. Everything was quiet.
Aggie was still in her pajamas as she walked over to the door of the living room closet and opened it slowly and silently. The door opened toward the stairs, and she knew that if she opened it all the way so that the door was against the wall, anyone looking down the stairs could see her. But if she only opened it half way, so that the door was just sticking straight out into the room, nobody would see a thing, and all they would think was that she was looking for something in the closet.
But there was nothing in the closet, that she was interested in, it was the big mirror on the inside of the door. It was the full length kind that people check themselves in when they get their coat out of the closet to make sure they look alright before they leave the house. But Aggie wasn't getting her coat, or even getting ready to leave the house. She was just going through her morning routine of getting a good look at Aggie, and getting Aggie prepared for the day ahead.
As any kid will, and especially a growing girl who is beginning to discover herself and learning to compare her rate of development with that of her peers, Aggie had turned into a mirror buff. She was able to evaluate her features, her complexion and her hair in the ' mirror in the bathroom, but that stupid little mirror over the sink only seemed to be designed so that her father could stare into it rather blearily in the morning as he attempted to scrape off the overnight growth of whiskers that he scratched her face with as he kissed her goodnight. Or for her mother as she pursed her lips and seemed to be kissing her image as she applied her lipstick. That was not enough for Aggie.
Aggie wanted to see all of Aggie, and not with her clothes on so that she would know if she looked all right when she went out. And since it was impossible for her to evaluate herself, or to do anything else that she knew would be unacceptable to her parents while they were sitting right there in the room watching television or entertaining company, it had to be done very early in the morning. And now it was very early in the morning, and she had time.
The image that she faced in the mirror wasn't exactly pleasing, but she knew that it would improve. Right now, she was facing a sort of scraggly little girl. A girl who had just got out of bed, and her hair was mussed and her face was still a bit puffy from sleep, and her pajamas were baggy and wrinkled and even looked funny to her. She thought absently that
Not long before, she thought absently that she looked like one of those clowns that swaggered down fifth avenue in one of the kiddy's day parades. But she knew that beneath it all, she wasn't like that. All it took to prove it was to step out of those baggy pajamas.
She kept one ear cocked for sounds of movement upstairs, but it was a sort of reflex. She would have heard, even if unconsciously, the slightest stirring from the direction of her parents room, but the main part of her mind was concentrated on the image that appeared in the glass before her as she quickly removed the tops of her pajamas and then started to push the elastic topped pants down her legs. She could manage to get completely undressed without taking her eyes off the mirror and she relished the entire procedure. She was sort of disappointed in herself, but she was still in love with herself.
She was disappointed because here she was thirteen years old, and she didn't seem to measure up to the other girls in her school who were the same age. She was small, under five feet tall, and very slim, and it made her look more like she was about ten years old. But an examination of her body revealed that she was much older than she looked, and with her clothes off, she might have appeared to be somewhat older than she really was.
Her pajamas lay on the floor beside her feet as she placed her hand on each side of her neck and brushed the loose hair backwards from her face and neck. The very movement seemed to be sexy in itself, as when she threw her hands back around the back of her head, her hips and whole body moved forward, even though only a little way, it seemed as though she was making overtures to the glass-enclosed girl in front of her. And that would be far from anything new, as it had become almost a habit for her to make love to the girl in the mirror.
Of course she wasn't actually making love to the girl that was staring back at her, but it was almost the same thing. She could watch the girl as her hands left her neck and the hair floated back down until it just about covered her shoulders, and then watch as the hands crossed in front of the body and grasped each opposite shoulder, and then slid down the arms until they reached the elbows. It was a self-caressing, self fulfilling movement that was deliberately designed to prepare the body for the really fulfilling action that was about to come.
When she had caressed her upper arms and recognized the tingly feeling in her body that told her that she must either go on or stop right now, she paused once more to listen for any signs of activity from upstairs. Hearing none, she knew it was safe to continue, and she opened her crossed arms slightly and removed them from where they had been resting momentarily near her elbows and placed one hand on each breast. Left hand on right breast, and right hand on left breast. She was still cuddling herself. And who could blame her?
Maybe she was about four foot eleven. And maybe all the other girls were taller than her. But so what? In that four foot eleven she had more meat packed than a couple of the other girls combined. In spite of her slight stature, she had a pair of tits that would rival those of her closest friend who was a girl about three inches taller than her. And also in spite of her slimness she had a pair of hips that would put many a grown woman to shame. She didn't know it right now, but the width of those hips were meant for one thing and one thing only: to accommodate the male body that would fit between them. That would come later. Right now, she was starting from the top down, and she was looking at her mouth.
Oh, she knew what the boys wanted alright, and she also knew that right now she wasn't able to supply it. Her girl friends had clued her in about the whole thing, and she knew even before that the opening between her legs was what the boys were the most interested in. But she had played with herself enough to know that if even her finger wouldn't fit into the hole, there was no chance at all for the boys to have their way. Not that she would have minded, but she was just too much afraid of it. But as she looked in the mirror and studied the broad mouth that seemed to open her face from ear to ear when she laughed or smiled, she became anxious to get to school, because she knew she had at least some kind of an asset. She may not be able to use her pussy to take care of the boys, but she did have something to trade for their attentions. She had a girlfriend named Ellen who had taught her the ropes, and she was anxious to meet Ellen on the way to school. They both left early, because Ellen still had some more ropes to show to her.
But right now, it was too early to leave for school, or even for the preliminaries before school, so she just continued to examine the girl in the mirror and get her ready for the day ahead. Her real frustration was her lack of actual pussy contact, so it was almost imperative that she relieve herself before she went out to face the greedy (and loveable) boys who would be waiting for her with their tongues hanging out. Only it wasn't the tongues that she would be taking care of. It would be the more enjoyable meat that would be hanging out of their pants.
She brushed back the brownish-blonde hair again as she tossed her head back in a sort of arrogant style as she kept her eyes on the face in the mirror. It may have been early in the morning, and she had just gotten up, but the eyes were still clear and blue and after a little cold water was thrown in them, they would be wide, very large and provocatively intriguing. She was well aware of her charms. The body was certainly alright, but the only thing that didn't satisfy her was the size of it. She felt like a big girl, but she looked like a little girl, especially when she had her clothes on. Many people took her for about a ten year old girl, but they wouldn't have if they saw her naked as she now was in front of the mirror. The titties that she was just letting go of as she slid her hands down her body would have made many a bigger girl proud. They were a firm, young pair, that proudly proclaimed their presence of showing off their ultimate charms by displaying a pair of solid nipples that made an unmistakable impression in the material of any dress, sweater or blouse that she wore. Of course the display of both nipple and breast was intentional. Although she had clothes that fit her perfectly, she preferred to wear them only on occasions when her parents were entertaining people who might be offended by the sight of a little girl displaying her charms.
She could be a good little girl when the time was right for being a good little girl, but there were other times, and many of them recently when she did not want to be a good little girl, and that's when she wore the clothes that she had worn when she was only about ten years old. They were tight. They were so tight that the boys that she was interested in took an interest in her. And those were the clothes that she was going to wear today. She would have to put a coat or something on over them, because if her parents ever saw what she was wearing out of the house, they would have shit fits. Not because they had any idea of why she was wearing them, but because they didn't know her as well as they thought they did, and they naturally wanted to protect their sweet little girl from any harm. But then again, how were the parents to know that the little girl not only knew all about it, but was actually going out looking for harm. Not really the kind of harm that hurts, but the kind that parents spend so much time warning their daughters against.
She stood for just a minute with her hands on her hips, and her hips thrust provocatively forward as she examined the small mound between her legs in the mirror. The hair covering was so sparse and so light that it appeared to be almost naked, and the meaty crack that ran down and disappeared between her thighs showed prominently. She stared at the little piece of flesh that protruded from the wider part near the top of the crack, and the more she stared, the more it protruded. But enough of this. It was time to get down to business before time ran out on her. She had made herself good and hot, and it wouldn't do to be walking around rubbing her thighs together in front of her parents.
She squatted down a little further so that her knees were pointing out and the position opened her crack just enough so that her clit was free of it's confining walls, and as she stood in such a way that it might have looked as if she were getting ready to sit down, she placed her left hand behind her on the cheek of her ass, and with the fingers of the other hand she plucked the hardening clit from it's hiding place. Now was the time when she had to exercise real control over herself. Although she still wasn't able to really come yet, she was able to impact such a thrill to herself that her breathing became heavy, and if she didn't watch it, she just might allow a couple of passionate moans to escape from her throat.
However, she was well versed in the procedure by now, and she managed to satisfy herself in a quiet but thoroughly relieving manner, and by the time she heard the tell-tale sounds of her parents stirring on the floor above, she was back into her pajamas and out in the kitchen, reheating the water and making sure that everything was ready. Above all, she was now ready. She went up to tell them it was time to get up, and as she walked into her own room to get dressed, a big smile appeared across her face, and she looked into her dresser mirror and stretched the smile into an open-mouthed grin. She was ready for the day.
She took the clothes that she was planning to wear out of the closet and laid them on her bed, and as she looked at them, she figured that she had better change her morning schedule a little. It wouldn't do to go down to breakfast wearing that tight sweater, and she would have no excuse to be wearing a coat at the table. She decided to get washed up first and go down in her pajamas. There wouldn't be anything too unusual about that, as her folks knew that she had plenty of time to get ready for school. And everything was just fine, and not long after breakfast, her parents were happy to see her skipping out the door and down the street in a light, happy mood. They knew that she was pretty early for school, but she had previously told them that she liked to get there early to help the teacher set things up. It made them feel good to find that their little girl was finally taking a real interest in school.
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She was right on schedule, and found Ellen waiting for her on the corner a few blocks from home. Ellen looked bright and eager on this lovely Monday morning too, and as they bumped knowingly and intimately into each other before starting on their way, Aggie was sure that this was going to be one of the better days. It was only a couple of more blocks to the school, and it wouldn't take them long to get there, but there was a little detour that had to be taken care of first.
Up one of the side streets was a little playground, but it wasn't the playground itself that they were headed for, but a wooded area that was right behind it. If everything went according to plan, they would find at least one, or maybe even two playmates waiting for them there. It was a regular routine by now, and it would take something bordering on a catastrophe to keep any of the participants away from this meeting. And as Aggie and Ellen approached the playground area, they could see that no such catastrophe had occurred over the weekend.
There were two boys standing near the entrance to the playground, and as soon as they saw the two girls approaching, they turned and headed toward the woods. Everyone knew where they would find each other, and they knew that it wouldn't look good if anyone saw them all entering the woods together. It was dangerous enough as it was, but as this hour of the morning, they were counting on there not being too many people about. In face, most of the houses around there still had the shades drawn. They knew that they were taking a chance, but the rewards that waited for . .them made it well worth while taking that chance.
Jim and Phil had been friends of Ellen for a long time before they even knew that Aggie existed, and once Aggie came into the picture, they couldn't wait to meet her. But they had to wait for a little while, because although Ellen had quickly become fast friends with Aggie, she didn't know what Aggie's feelings about sex were and she had to have time to sort to feel her out. It didn't take too long, even though it seemed long to the anxious boys. Ellen merely had a few girl to girl talks with Aggie, and deftly introduced her own experiences into the conversations, and the way that Aggie had perked up whenever the discussion turned to sex gave her the confidence to go ahead.
Up until that time, which was only a few weeks ago, Aggie's only experience with sex was playing with herself as she read the accounts of the numerous possible acts that could take place between the male and female in the few dirty books that she could manage to get hold of. She dreamt of performing them herself, but she had no idea of how to go about getting started until she met Ellen. It wasn't long after that her dreams had turned into realities. Not completely as she was still fearful of having her pussy invaded, but she found that as long as she could satisfy a boy in other ways, he would be happy to satisfy her pussy with just his fingers. As long as his dick was taken care of, he was alright.
Ellen had started the actual boy-girl stuff quite a while before Aggie had, and Ellen was able to use her pussy quite comfortably by now, but she knew how Aggie felt when she told her that she wouldn't mind having some fun, but that she was a virgin and was afraid to go all the way. The more experienced Ellen came up with a ready answer to her problems as she looked at the big, luscious mouth that had been doing the talking. She was well aware that just the sight of that mouth, especially when it was open in a smile or laughter or even just talking was enough to give just about any boy a hard-on.
She was an expert in the use of her mouth herself, and she had no compunctions about clueing Aggie in on her potentials. And Aggie knew that was part of the game from all the sex stories that she had read, and the longer Ellen talked, the hotter her little pussy got and she made up her mind that she was willing to try anything. And now as they approached the boys in a small clearing amongst the trees, Aggie was well acquainted with her job and was ready and raring to go. In a couple of short weeks, she had become even more expert with her mouth than Ellen was. Most-likely it was because she was reluctant to use her cunt as Ellen did, but the boys were not complaining.
Jim and Phil were both fourteen, and about the only difference between them was that Phil was slightly smaller. They were both a sort of dirty blond with only slightly long hair, and they were good-looking with still quite a bit of the youthful fat on them which gave them a kind of handsomely chubby appearance. Outside of the slight discrepancy in their sizes, they looked very much a-like, and might almost have been taken for brothers. But actually, the only thing they had in common was their liking for girls. Especially for Ellen and Aggie.
Although both boys had now grown accustomed to using both girls, there seemed to be a natural tendency to pair off, and with hardly a word being spoken, Ellen and Phil sort of faded off to one side of the clearing, while Aggie and Jim went to the other side. In a situation such as this, where there was not too much time to waste, this type of pairing off seemed to be a mutual agreement. But it was not entirely without it's reasons.
It seemed that although they were the same age, and only slightly different in size, Jim's cock appeared to be enormous in comparison with Phil's. Phil had a good healthy piece of meat, but to a couple of girls who weren't quite as grown up as they thought they were, Jim's dick was a bit out of their class. However, he managed to get plenty of use out of it, but mostly only with Aggie. He had fucked Ellen, but neither one of them seemed to get too much enjoyment out of it, for Ellen was not really that big. She could get far more enjoyment out of Phil's slightly smaller dick.
But the size of Jim's cock only served to intrigue Aggie more. Her mouth was big enough so that it would fit snuggly between her lips, and she had rapidly learned that her throat could accommodate it's mass also. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but she quickly learned how to compensate for the inconvenience that a large hunk of meat in her throat caused. She was not entirely unprepared for it the first time she actually did it, because Ellen was a pretty good instructor.
Ellen didn't mind taking it in her mouth, and as a matter-of-fact she rather enjoyed it. The trouble was, she liked to just take the big smooth head in her mouth and suck on it, but after a little bit of this, the boy wasn't satisfied. He wanted to shove the whole thing in right up to the balls. She wouldn't have minded it herself, but she could never get used to it. It made her choke and gag, and even if it did make the boy happy, she just couldn't take it that way. And she explained all this to Aggie before they even started breaking Aggie in on real boys, and she suggested that Aggie practice with a warm frankfurter.
Aggie was informed that the frankfurter should be warm because the boy's dick would probably be even much hotter as it approached her mouth. And one day when Aggie visited Ellen at her house, Ellen even offered to help her. No one was home except them, so Ellen had taken a hot dog from the refrigerator and placed it for just a few minutes in a pan over the top of a pot of boiling water. When it was just warm enough, and still sufficiently hard, she had Aggie lay down on the couch with her head hanging over the edge and her mouth wide open, she proceeded to insert the frankfurter.
It amazed her at the way that it slid so effortlessly into the large mouth and smoothly into Aggie's throat. Ellen knew right then that Aggie was a natural. After she had pushed the whole length of the hot dog in and out of Aggie's throat a few times, and found that there were little or no signs of gagging or choking, she naturally figured that the next step would be to try it with the real thing. And that wouldn't be hard to arrange, because there were already two boys who were pantingly eager to volunteer their services.
And now that Aggie had become pretty much of an expert at this sort of thing, it seemed sort of second nature for her to be down on her knees in front of Jim and waiting rather impatiently as he unzipped his fly and dug around inside of his pants as he tried to get the already hard meat out without catching it on his zipper in his hurried efforts to feed the hungry mouth before him. And Aggie no longer had to lay with her head back in order to hold her throat open enough to accept the long cock, she merely placed the end of it in her mouth and moved her head forward slowly and relished the sexy feel of the warm fat meat sliding into her throat.
Once it was all the way in, she started to slowly move her head back and forth and on each out-stroke she took a deep breath. She had done this often enough by now to be able to tell when the end was near, and prepare herself for it. The first few times, even though Ellen had previously warned her what to expect, the ejaculation had caught her by surprise and she almost choked on it. But now she was able to tell by the swelling and throbbing of the meat in her throat just about when the flood was due to come. She didn't mind the taste of it at all, and preferred to get it in her mouth rather than down her throat. It not only made for a more sexy act for her, but it gave her the added thrill of knowing that she had satisfied the boy. And the dick was swelling and throbbing now, and in a way she was glad that it was going to be over quickly.
It was not that she wasn't enjoying herself this morning, but she also had a bit of the voyeur in her, and she wanted to watch at least the last part of the fucking scene that was taking place only a few feet away. She could just see out of the corner of her eye that Ellen and Phil were going at it in a new position, and she wanted to get a good look at it. Some day she would be fucking too, and it wouldn't hurt to have a little advance knowledge of how to go about it. Up till now, she had only seen Ellen stretched out on her back with her legs kicking wildly in the air as the boy poured it to her, but now she was on her hands and knees on the ground and Phil was giving it to her from behind.
When the cock was swelled so big and hard that it was beginning to feel tight in her throat, Aggie pulled her head back a little until she had just a little more than the hard throbbing head in her mouth, and sucked for all she was worth. She could feel his legs trembling, and could almost picture his belly tightening in preparation for the release, and then all of a sudden it came. The way her mouth rapidly filled, she knew that he must have been saving it up all weekend for her. She swallowed the initial load with the cockhead still in her mouth and then just continued sucking until she fel the last of the sporadic squirts die away. She remained on her knees in front of him and looked over toward the other pair as he wiped his dick off with his handkerchief and put it back in his pants. He would be alright now until the noon recess.
When he noticed that she was still on the ground and then saw what was holding her attention so avidly, he dropped to his knees beside her and put his arm around her and joined her. Ellen's dress was way up over her back and her panties were laying on the ground beside her next to her school books. Phil was kneeling down behind her so that his knees were just about between her spread-out knees and his crotch was pressed up against the lower part of her bare ass. His hands were grasping the front of her upper thighs, and the way he was jamming himself up against her, it looked like it was all over and he was emptying the last of himself into her, but that wasn't the case. Not yet.
Aggie thought she had missed it, and she breathed a little sigh of relief when she saw him pull it out and then start to push it back in again. He wasn't finished yet, he was just trying to prolong it as long as possible, but try as he might, it was obvious from the way his ass was shaking, and from the way his movements were becoming jerky that it wasn't going to be long now. He started to really ram it home all of a sudden, and he banged against Ellen's ass so hard that she almost fell forward on her face in the grass, but the hard meat working inside her body was really getting to her also, and she managed to stand her ground. She began to rock back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts, and both pairs of watching eyes widened as they saw him give a final thrust and press himself into her so hard that the flesh of her ass and of his hips seemed to turn white. That, they were sure, was the end of it.
Aggie and Jim watched as Ellen and Phil finally stood up, and they saw them smile contentedly at each other as they got dressed. They knew well that Phil was satisfied, and from the look on Ellen's face, they figured that she had just about as much satisfaction as a thirteen year old girl could get out of a good fucking. Aggie was the only one who wasn't completely satisfied, and it was a good thing that she had played with herself this morning, or she would be walking around with the equivalent of a hard-on all day. And now that the morning exercise was over, they picked up their books and headed for school. It would seem like a long time until noon.
Poor little thing looks lonely. Give him some company.
CHAPTER TWO
Carol, Jim's sister, was sixteen years old. All of two years older than him, and although she could understand why her kid brother wasn't allowed to stay out past nine thirty in the evening, she couldn't understand why a big girl like her was saddled with the same restriction. All the sixteen year old boys that she knew were allowed to stay out much later, but about the only answer that she could get when she queried her parents about it was that in itself was a good enough reason. If the boys wanted to get in trouble, let them, but the parents had no intentions of letting them get their daughter in trouble. In fact they worried anyway until she was safely in the house each night.
Well, actually, it didn't bother Carol that much, because from the time she finished her homework at about six thirty until she had to be in at nine thirty, there was ample time to do what she wanted to do. She would have enjoyed another hour or so of fun, but she could make do with what she had. And she had it down to a pretty good routine. There were six boys in the sixteen and seventeen year old range that lived in her neighborhood, and every evening two of the boys and Carol would disappear from the block.
There was nothing suspicious about that, because Carol also had several girl friends living close by, and it could be assumed that she was visiting one or the other of them. And there was nothing unusual about a couple of the boys wandering off somewhere for the evening. So far, nobody had made any connection between Carol's disappearance and the fact that two boys dropped from sight for a couple of hours. Even though Carl would still be gone the following night, the two boys could be seen around, but two other boys would be gone. The situation changed every day.
The only thing the boys weren't too keen about, was that their turn only came up every three days, while Carol had her turn every day, but then they figured they were lucky to be having a turn at all, since none of the other girls around there would give them what they wanted like Carol would. And Carol was really something. She never seemed to tire of it. When the evening was over, the boys would have to almost drag themselves home, while Carol still seemed as fresh as a daisy. Sometimes it would take them a couple of days to get back in shape for their next meeting.
None of them were aware of it, but the place that they had chosen for their nightly rendezvous was almost the same spot that Jim and Phil and Aggie and Ellen used during the day. It was almost as if Jim's sister and her boyfriends were working the second shift. If only those trees could talk.
And the boys were right when they figured that Carol never seemed to tire of it. She was a nymphomaniac if there ever was one, and one boy just didn't seem to satisfy her. If she could have figured out a way to comfortably take on three at a time, she would have eagerly done it. She didn't give up hope though. She knew that there had to be a way to do it, and one of these days she would figure it out. Not that she hadn't tried, of course, but it was just that she could never get into standing up and having one boy fuck her in the ass while the other fucked her in the cunt, with another boy meanwhile standing on a box so that she could reach his dick to suck on it.
That didn't work too well, as the boy that was in front of her fucking her cunt was in the way of the boy that she was sucking and he would have to duck his head to one side while she ate the dick over his shoulder. The boys didn't care for it that way either. She tried laying down on top of one boy with his dick in her cunt while another boy put it up her ass from the rear, and although it was alright as far as that went, it was still hard to get the third dick in her mouth. The boy that she was on top of complained because as she sucked the dick right over his face, he would wind up with the drippings all over his nose.
After several abortive attempts at this, they decided to cut down to two at a time, and although she would have liked to have kept trying, she had to admit that it worked out much better in the long run. So this night, she was pleased to see that the boys were already waiting for her as she made her way into the deepest part of the woods. Nobody ever came out there, so they weren't particularly concerned about getting caught. Of course, there could always be a first time, but they didn't let that worry them, and as Carol stripped herself naked, the two boys took off their pants, and she was even more pleased to see that they were both all ready to go.
They didn't bother with any preliminaries, as two boys trying to love up the same girl only got in each other's way, and besides, Carol wasn't interested in the smooching part anyway. She was always ready to get right down to business, and that was just fine with the boys. She was a beautiful hunk of flesh, and they couldn't wait to get their dicks in her. Once she had relieved them of their initial passion, they knew there would be plenty of time for leisurely fooling around while her hot body whipped them back into shape again.
The first act had become pretty much of a routine. One of the boys would lay down on his back in the grass and she would get down on her elbows and knees between his outstretched legs while the other boy kneeled down behind her, and as she felt his fingers digging around the lower part of her ass searching out her pussy hole, her mouth would open and engulf the hard meat that stood at attention before it. In just a matter of seconds, her body would be in her glory. As one cock pumped in and out of her burning vagina, her head would go up and down in rhythm with it forcing the other cock in and out of her throat.
* * *
Although they had no idea in the world about the way that Carol was carrying on outside the house, her brother Jim and her mother and father were more or less indirectly the cause of her present nymphomania. Up until about two years ago, Carol had little or no interest in sex. She hung around mostly with her girl friends, and they as well as she had been brought up under rather tight control. They had little or no exposure to sex. Of course there were the little giggles now and then over some little private joke that they thought was naughty, but they made no attempts to do any experimenting.
They liked boys alright, but not in a sexual way. To them, boys were only girls that wore pants instead of dresses, and they gave little if any thought as to what was inside the pants. Then one day, when she was about fourteen and her brother was about twelve, she accidentally came upon him performing an act on himself that not only surprised her, but intrigued her no end. He was in the basement sitting on an old settee, and evidently thought that there was no one else in the house. But Carol had come in unheard and wanted to get something out of the basement. The basement door was in the kitchen, and a short flight of steps led from it down into the basement itself. As she opened the door, she looked down over the rail. There below her was a sight that she would never forget.
Her brother was sitting almost on the edge of the seat and leaning way back against the back of it with his legs stretched out almost full length so that only his heels were on the floor. His pants and underpants were pushed down around his ankles, and his shirt was pulled up around his chest, and in one hand he was holding what she knew that boys had, and had heard about but had never seen. It was a long, round piece of meat with an even rounder, redder top on it. The other hand was down between his legs as if he was holding something right under the meat stick.
She was looking down at him from the top, and the way he was sitting, it was almost as if he was laying out flat. She could only see the top of his head as his eyes were apparently glued on the action that was taking place between his legs, and he had no idea that he had an audience. She watched fascinated as his hand moved up and down like a piston, and the shiny red head popped in and out of his fist faster and faster with each stroke. In just a couple of minutes, he seemed to hunch over his fist until the top of his head almost cut it off from her view, and then all of a sudden he stood up and gave a couple more fast jerks and she saw a stream of white liquid pour out of it and land on the floor a couple of feet away from him. The first long stream lasted only a second, but as he kept pulling on it, several shorter bursts shot out of it leaving a trail of wet spots on the floor where it had first landed all the way back to his feet.
She had become so fascinated that she had to rouse herself back to reality in order to close the door and get away before he spied her. She tiptoed up to her room and listened breathlessly from behind her door to see what he would do next. She was hoping that he would go out, because she wanted to go down and take a look at the stuff he had spilled on the floor. She was just hoping that he wouldn't wipe it up. And in only a couple of minutes she had her wish. She heard the front door open and close, she ran to the front window upstairs and looked out to make sure that it was him leaving and not somebody else coming in. When she saw him walking down the street, she made her dash for the basement.
Sure enough, there on the shiny linoleum was the stream of even shinier spots that she had watched him pump out of his body. Some of the smaller ones were already dried, but the biggest spot, where the major stream had first splashed down was still wet and looked like drops of sort of weak milk had been spilled there. She got down on her hand and knees and ran her finger through it and lifted it to her nose to smell it. There was no odor that she could detect, so she put her finger down on the floor again and rubbed it through the biggest spots gathering all she could on it, then brought it back up again to her mouth and tentatively licked it with her tongue. There wasn't much of a taste of it, except that it seemed a bit oily, so she put her finger in her mouth and closed her lips around it and drew it out. It wasn't bad at all. She scraped up all the rest of it that she could and put that in her mouth also, then ran back up the stairs and up to her room and shut the door behind her.
The whole little adventure was beginning to catch up to her, and she needed to do something about it. Only he made sure that no one was going to see her. She locked the door and hung a cloth over the knob to even cover the keyhole, then she reached quickly up under her dress and pulled her panties down and slipped them off over her feet. This was nothing new to her. Even though she had never been that much interested in sex, she was interested in her own body and had found the means of getting some enjoyment out of it. As she grew older she found that she was getting even more enjoyment out of it, but even as she played with her pussy, she really had no sexy thoughts in her mind. She was simply giving her feelings a little treat.
But this time it was different. She had something to think about this time, and the more she thought about it, the more eager she was to get at herself. She laid back on the bed and pulled her knees up and spread her legs as wide as she could and dug her fingers directly into the already wet pussy. She had tried to put her finger into the little hole before, but it had hurt her so much that she had abandoned the idea and concentrated on the little piece of meat that stood out from the top of her crack. It was what gave her the most pleasure anyway, especially when she pulled the skin back and rubbed her wet finger gently over the hard little knob.
But this time, that seemed to be a little too tame for her, and she wanted more. Oh, she knew what that little hole was for alright. She was not that ignorant about sex, and she knew that what the boys possessed was designed specifically to go into that hole, but she had never seen what the boys possessed before, and it didn't make too much of an impression on her. However, now she had not only seen it, and seen the baby-making juice come out of it, but she had also tasted that juice, and she ran her tongue over her lips again trying to recall the taste as she placed the tip of her middle finger against the opening of her vagina and started to press it slowly in. Hurt or not, the heat in her belly made her determined to make at least some headway this time.
Although she did better than she had ever done before, and managed to get just about half of her finger in, she was still obliged to finally give it up as a bad job. The pain was beginning to dissipate the wonderful sensation in her groin, and she didn't want that to happen as she still retained the picture of the big spitting cock in her mind. She removed her finger and returned her attention to her clit, and as she worked the loose skin back and forth the picture of her brother jerking off became even more vivid and she was imagining that her clitoris was a miniature cock and she was jerking herself off.
She managed to satisfactorily remove the urgency from her belly, and as she laid back across the bed and relaxed and caught her breath, she knew that this was not going to be the end of it. She was definitely interested now, and whether he knew it or not, her brother was going to have to shadow following him around. She would move about the house as light as a feather and as sneaky as an eel, and her eyes would be alert for anything to be seen and her ears would be keen for anything interesting that they might pick up. With another juicy little tidbit like that on her mind, she might even get her finger all the way in next time.
And for the next few days her feet were like soft velvet walking on clouds as she moved about the house, and her eyes were clear and wide and her ears were sharp and her persistence finally paid off. Only this time, it wasn't her brother who fell victim to her sneakiness, it was her mother and father. And it was even better than the last time. It happened almost by accident, but when it did happen, she wondered why she hadn't thought of it before. They would be the most-likely ones to give her a lesson in sex, wouldn't they? After all, they didn't just suddenly stop having anything to do with each other after they had produced a couple of kids. Most-likely they were doing something every night. They did sleep together. She had stumbled onto a goldmine.
It was almost midnight, and as she lay el in bed half asleep, she couldn't hear a sound in the house. She had been asleep herself, but her bladder had woke her up insisting that she empty it. Finding that it would give her no peace if she tried to ignore it, she reluctantly got out of bed and made her way down the hall past her brother's room and her parent's room and into the bathroom. Even if she hadn't gotten used to deliberately walking around silently, she would have done it at that time of the night anyway. She didn't even flush the toilet when she was finished pissing for fear of waking someone up.
She was tiptoeing slowly and quietly back to her room, and as she was passing the closed door of her parents' room, her keen ears picked up an unfamiliar sound. She told herself that it was just her father or mother letting out a little grunt as they turned over in their sleep, and she started on her way again when the sound was repeated. She backed up silently and put her ear to the door and listened closely. The sound came again, and although she now recognized it as a grunt, it was definitely not a sleepy, unconscious grunt.
She stooped down and put her eye to the keyhole, hoping that they hadn't taken a page from her book and put something over it. She sighed to herself. They hadn't. The big double bed was against the wall on the opposite side of the room from the door and she could see it pretty well. The only trouble was that the room was a bit too dim to make out details very clearly. The only light they had on was the small night light at the head of the bed, but once her eye got accustomed to the dimness, she could make out what was going on alright.
Her father was laying on his back and he had his pajamas shirt pulled up and the pants pushed down around his knees. Her mother was laying on the other side of him with her bottom up near his shoulders and her legs sort of curled underneath her and she was leaning across his body. Her head was right above his crotch, and from the way it was bobbing up and down, it was quite obvious to Carol what she was doing. And the reason for the grunts was quite obvious now too. She was sucking him off for all she was worth, and he was enjoying the hell out of it.
She moved her eye around in front of the keyhole and blinked a couple of times until she had it focused as best she could, and presently she could see her father's big cock as the mouth slid up and down on it. She got a pretty good look as the lips approached the top, concealing only the head, and she could see that it was at least twice the size of her brother's. And then her eye almost popped through the keyhole as she watched her mother's lips ride rapidly back down the huge shaft until they touched the hair at the base of it. She knew that enormous meat must have gone all the way down her throat, and she wondered how she could do it without choking. But she figured that the throat must be like the vagina, the more it was used, the bigger it would get. She knew that tonight, her vagina was definitely going to get bigger.
After a few more minutes she saw her father arch his back as if he was trying to thrust it even deeper into her mother's throat, and even though he appeared to be trying to stifle it, he let out the loudest grunt yet. Her mother sat up and wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand, and Carol figured that she had taken in a whole load of that milky man-juice. She wondered how it tasted coming directly from the body. She knew that the action was over now, and she better get back to her room before one of them came out to go to the bathroom, and as she silently closed her door behind her, she vowed that it wouldn't be long before she got a first-hand taste of that stuff herself.
She climbed into bed and reached down under the blankets and pushed her pajama pants down and started to work her finger into her hole again. This time it slipped in a little easier and she got it almost up to the second knuckle before it started hurting too badly, but she was determined that tonight she was not going to use her clit, she was going to get that finger in all the way if it killed her. And even from two rooms away, her parents could hear a little muffled scream. But not hearing anything else, they decided that it was just one of the kids having a bad dream, and they rolled over and went to sleep. Carol had finally did it.
Over the next few months, she pulled her same sneak act many times and learned quite a bit more about sex. The keyhole became like a television screen that showed nothing but dirty movies, and she was truly amazed at the many ways that the sex act could be performed, and obviously how much pleasure could be derived from each and every way. Her parents were experts at it, and they had no idea how well they were instructing their daughter. And also, over those months she had kept at her little hole until it was no longer so little, and eventually she could get two and then three fingers all the way into it without it hurting if she squeezed them together tight enough. Soon she felt that she was ready for the real thing.
And that wasn't too hard to arrange either. She was a pretty girl and she knew it, and she was well aware of the way the boys looked at her. Especially the boys around her own age right on her block. She had to keep making all kinds of excuses every time they invited her to take a walk in the woods with them to pick flowers or something. She knew that it wasn't the flowers they were after, it was the or something. But now she was ready. Not only ready, but also raring, and the next time she received an invitation, she would have no excuse not to go. She couldn't wait to see the look on the face of the boy that asked her the next time. She was only afraid that her eagerness might scare him off. They were so used to being rebuffed, that it might come as something of a shock.
* * *
But that was over a year and a half ago, and any shock that the boys might have had, had worn off a long time ago. Where she had started with only one, she had soon graduated to six. For the time being, that was enough for her, and she had made it known to them in a very certain manner that if her willingness got any further than them, if any of them opened their mouth, their pussy ration would be cut off immediately. She had nothing to worry about. None of them were about to mess up a deal like this.
It was a good thing for the boy that she was eating that he came rather quickly, as the cock that was massaging her deepest insides was setting her guts on fire, and when she did have her orgasm, it would be a toss-up as to whether she would open her mouth to yell, or bite down on the meat in her mouth. She enjoyed her orgasms so much that she herself could not predict what she was going to do. She just let herself go. And the load of come hadn't gone down her throat yet as the boy in the rear shoved his hard-on into her roughly and emptied himself and triggered the explosion inside of her and she opened her mouth and let out a long passionate groan that forced the come from her throat and sprayed it back all over the boy's crotch.
As the two boys stood up and wiped themselves off with their handkerchiefs, Carol remained kneeling on the ground, her face buried in her hands down on the grass and her ass sticking up in the air, and the boy standing behind her could see the proof of completion, a liquidy mixture of his come and her come, running out of the crack of her pussy and down the insides of her thighs. When he was finished cleaning his dick off, he reached down between her legs with the handkerchief and wiped her thighs off and then rubbed the cloth over the length of her pussy and when he touched the still tender flesh it made her jump and she quickly rose to her feet.
She looked at the boys and smiled a satisfied smile. Not that she was actually satisfied yet, but she was just pleased to see that both dicks still appeared to be in working order. They were not exactly rigidly hard, but they were hard enough to remain standing out and make themselves known. She knew it would take a little more work to get them back to their previous rigidity, but she also knew that she was capable of doing it, and was all ready to get started.
She sat down on the cool, soft grass and patted the ground on each side of her inviting them to join her, which they eagerly did. This one of her favorite positions when they were working themselves up for another round, and they knew just what was going to happen and what they were supposed to do. One of them put his arm around her shoulder and the other put his arm around the lower part of her back. Each of the free hands grabbed hold of a tittie and squeezed and fondled it and manipulated the nipple until it stood out straight and hard like a miniature cock. Meanwhile, her own hands were working busily. She had a pair of balls in each one, and was gently working the hard meaty eggs around the slippery inside of the meaty sack.
She had learned a long time ago, that during this play period, or intermission, it was better to bring them back into the mood by fondling their balls. She had started off by playing with their cocks, but more often than not, she had found herself with a handful of cream and had to start all over again. She liked the feel of the balls anyway, and it worked just as well in bringing the cocks back up. She paused in her erotic fondling only occasionally to test the rigidity of the two rapidly hardening cocks, and when she had determined that the shafts were large and tense enough, she tested the heads with her fingers. When they were swelled to a shiny smoothness, she knew it was time to get started. She didn't want them to be too far on their way before they got them into her.
When she stood up, they stood up with her and waited to see what was coming next. They knew just about all of her favorite positions, but they never knew what she had in her mind. It didn't make any difference anyway, because they knew that no matter what she was thinking of, they were both going to get their dicks in her again, and that was all that mattered. When she bent over and spread the cheeks of her ass, they immediately got the idea. She wanted them to make a sandwich out of her. One boy would stick his cock up her asshole, and when it was all the way in she would straighten up and the other boy would stand in front of her and stick his cock up her cunt. It was one of their favorite positions too, and they fought to see who would get that tight little asshole.
When they were both sufficiently into her and about ready to start, the boy in back put his arms around her chest and cupped one breast in each hand and squeezed her to him. The one in front placed his hands lower on her hips, and as he also squeezed, the pressure from his hands spread the cheeks of her ass just enough to give the one in back a little more leeway for action. She had her arms around the one in front, and when he felt her exerting pressure on him he knew that she was all set and ready to go.
Both boys pulled it out and rammed it back in at the same time, and the motion lifted her up until she was standing on her toes. When they withdrew again, she landed back down flat on her feet, and for the next few minutes the up and down movements made her look somewhat like she was bouncing on a pogo stick. She squealed with delight. Both cocks were so big and hard now, and so close together in the holes that were barely a couple of inches apart, that inside of her it felt as if they were rubbing together. They filled up the entire lower part of her body, and even seemed to be pressing right up into her stomach. She closed her eyes and moaned. She was now in a delicious world of pure pleasure and passion.
The hotter the boys got, the harder they dug into her and the inward and upward thrusts made her feel as if she was flying miles into the air on a cloud made of soft warm flesh. Showers of hot sparks permeated every corner of her body and seemed to be exploding in brilliant white flashes behind her tight shut eyes. The long, hard meat that penetrated to the depths of her bowels made her feel as if she had to shit, and she knew that in just a moment the fat sausage that was penetrating her cunt was going to cause her to release a flood of come even greater than the one she had just let go. The boy in front of her felt her breathing so hard in his ear that it was heating up his eardrum, and he twisted his head to one side to avoid the piercing scream that he figured was due to come at any time now.
And he moved just in time. Everything in her body seemed to let go on her at the same time. But neither of the boys was finished yet, and as they kept plugging away it just prolonged and heightened her orgasm and she kept screaming and shrieking and if anybody had been within hearing distance, they would be sure that some poor girl was being raped and murdered. She let out a final shriek as she felt the two streams of hot liquid pouring into her body, and then her own body just suddenly relaxed and she had no control over it.
When the boys pulled their cocks out of her, she just sort of squatted down and let nature take it's course. They watched fascinated as she remained in a sort of half sitting position with her knees spread apart and she shit and pissed at the same time. Her whole insides seemed to be pouring out from between her legs as a mixture of shit and come came out of one hole while another more liquid mixture of piss and come came out of the other. She was not even embarrassed when she regained her senses enough to realize that the boys were staring at her. She only felt an immense feeling of relief, and she gratefully accepted the two already soaked handkerchiefs that the boys handed to her and cleaned herself off as best she could.
The best part was over now, and they all knew it. Carol had her ultimate thrill, and although it wouldn't be long before she would be ready for more, the boys would be in no condition for quite awhile. They all got dressed, but they weren't ready to leave their little hide-a-way just yet. It was still early, and Carol didn't want to go home before the regular time of nine thirty. The boys were allowed to stay out even later, so they were in no hurry at all. Maybe they were all temporarily fucked out, but that didn't mean there was nothing to do. Even with her clothes on, it was fun feeling up that pretty female body, and sometimes it was even more fun than when she was nude.
Somehow it seemed even more sexy to be able to reach up under a girl's dress and feel her thighs and ass and stick a finger or two up her pussy, or to put a hand inside her blouse and play with her titties. And Carol was not averse to reaching inside a boy's fly and taking out the meat that was now soft and chubby and cuddly and enjoying the feel of it as she gently squeezed it in her hand. And at the time like this when most of the heat of passion had been drained from all the bodies, she liked to just take the little meat in her mouth and sort of dreamily suck it and chew it like it was a live pacifier. She only wished that she had a cute little one like that to suck on as she went to sleep at night. She was sure she would sleep much better.
They lay around in the grass feeling each other and relishing the idea of having this pretty girl sucking on them and fondling and kissing their balls, and just about the time that she was beginning to rouse them again, their time had run out. It was nine o'clock, and she had to leave there no later than nine fifteen in order to get home on time. But she was reluctant to leave those two hardening cocks in that condition, and she wondered if she would be able to suck both of them off in just fifteen minutes. Ordinarily it would be easy enough to do, but the fact that they had just shot two loads each might make it a little difficult. Anyway, she decided to give it a try, and the boy's faces lit up as she crouched between the legs of one of them and went to work on him.
She worked fast, taking the entire meat into her throat right away, and her head bobbed up and down so fat that she didn't have time to take a breath on the upstroke. It worked wonders though, and about the third time it entered her throat it was so big and hard that it filled her mouth and pipes to capacity. In only a couple of minutes she was drawing out the last drops that the tired balls could offer up, and as she looked over at the other boy, she saw that he was all ready and would need little if any preparation.
She walked reluctantly in the door at just a couple of minutes before nine thirty, and her relieved parents let out a sigh of relief to see that once more she had made it home safe and sound. And Carol spoke very few words before going up to bed because she was afraid that they might notice the droop in her tired lips and question her about it. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, and besides, she was anxious to go up and clean herself off good. The mess between her legs felt uncomfortable as she wasn't able to get it really clean with those come-soaked handkerchiefs. And the two blow-jobs she had just given had warmed up her insides again, and all she wanted to do was quietly finger fuck herself to sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
Aggie was also in bed, and she was also finger fucking herself, but not to sleep. She was feeling around the little hole that she had been so reluctant to use up until now, and was thinking of the sight of Ellen enjoying Phil's dick so much. She was beginning to get a little jealous. The only trouble was, she was so small, and her pussy hole was so small that she would never be able to use it. Maybe she was lucky that her mouth and throat were big enough. At least she had something, but that wasn't enough. She wanted to see what it felt like to have one of those cocks in the other end of her body.
Just watching Ellen getting her pussy pierced, she could almost feel the long meat working inside of her own body. But if she couldn't get her own finger in, how was she ever going to get a cock in. Especially one the size of Jim's. Maybe if she started off with Phil, he might be able to stretch it so that she could take a bigger one. But even Phil's cock was much bigger than her finger. She had better concentrate first on getting the finger in. Maybe the pinky first and then gradually work up to the bigger middle finger.
She knew where most of her trouble was,, right around he outside edge of her hole. If she could get her finger past that, she didn't think the inside would bother her so much. She knew that babies came out of that hole, so it must be able to stretch something terrific, but before a baby could come out, a cock had to go in. And before the cock could go in, that ridiculous little membrane had to be stretched enough to allow it entrance. She wondered how Ellen had managed to stretch hers, and if it hurt very much when she did it. She had never thought to ask her about it, but she made up her mind that she would do it tomorrow morning on the way to the meeting in the woods.
The early part of the morning before she left for school went just like every other morning. She was up long before her parents and had her little self loving session in front of the mirror in the door of the downstairs closet, then got the things ready for breakfast and called her parents. She decided not to wear her tight clothes this morning as it was too warm to wear a coat in order to conceal them, and besides, she didn't need them anyway. It wasn't necessary for her to vamp anyone as the boys would already be there waiting for her, and they didn't want to see her with clothes on anyway. Even if she was only going to suck them off, they still liked to see her body. She didn't blame them. She liked to see it too.
Ellen was standing on the corner waiting for her right on schedule and as they walked toward the rendezvous point, Aggie brought up the subject of her cherry. Ellen was reluctant at first to tell her exactly how she had lost hers, but she did say that it was done all of a sudden, by a big dick, and it did hurt like hell for awhile. But she said that once the dick was in her and pushing in and out of her cunt, the hurt seemed to fade away at least for the time being, and she settled down and enjoyed it. She was later on confide to Aggie that it was her own father who had broken her cherry one night when her mother was away and he had been drinking.
When it was all over, he sobered up somewhat and was sorry for what he did, but in the end, she was glad that it had happened. She was sore for a couple of days, but when the soreness went away she knew that she was now a big girl and was ready for anything. At least she thought she was ready for anything. She had been hanging around with Jim and Phil for a long time and they kept trying to get her to do things, but she was always too afraid. But the next time they tried, she was not afraid anymore.
She had accompanied them to the same place in the woods where they now held their regular meetings, and she surprised the hell out of them by turning into he aggressor herself. She took her pants off and pulled her dress off and laid down on the ground and spread her legs apart and invited them to have their fun. And she laughed as she told Aggie that the silly expressions on their faces almost tore her apart. In spite of all their big talk, they had evidently never even seen a pussy before. She had to tell them what to do.
Phil was the first one to get his nerve up enough to try it, and although she thought that she was now big enough to be able to take on these mere boys with no trouble, it still hurt the first time he put it in her. After he got going it was alright though, but when he was finished and she saw the size of the dick that was waiting for it's turn, she began to get a little scared. Jim was really hung. Not as big as her father, but if Phil's smaller dick had hurt, she had an idea that she was going to have trouble with this one. And she did. It went in alright, but it seemed to stretch her beyond her capacity, and even though he got his rocks off, she didn't get much enjoyment out of it. It was still the same. She would still let him fuck her, but it was mostly to please him. She would much rather have Phil.
Aggie had made up her mind, and she told Ellen about it. Today was Friday. By Monday she didn't want to be a cherry anymore. But today was no good, as she didn't want to spend the day in school with a busted cherry aching between her legs. She wanted Ellen to help her make arrangements with the boys to meet them someplace on Saturday. Maybe right there in the woods, or maybe someplace else, it didn't matter as long as they were far enough away from civilization so that she could yell her head off if she had to. Ellen was glad to oblige. She would love to be in on the busting of Aggie's cherry.
And when they met the boys in the clearing, they too were all for it. They knew of a perfect place much deeper in the woods, and they made arrangements for the girls to meet them right here on Saturday morning and they would take them to it. But right now, it was time to get down to the business at hand. There was still school to think of today, so they paired off again the same as they had gotten used to doing. Ellen went with Phil and Aggie went with Jim.
As far as Aggie was concerned, it was just another routine blow-job. After giving two or three a day for five days a week, it just naturally became a routine, and it was getting so that she was anxious to get it over with. Not that she didn't still thoroughly enjoy it, but she was becoming more interested in seeing what Ellen and Phil was doing. She never ceased to be amazed at the variety of positions that they could get into, and she was becoming more and more anxious to try some of them out herself. So it became a part of the routine that as soon as she had drained Jim's load, the two of them would sit down and watch the antics of the other pair. Jim would put one arm around her and cup her breasts, while the other hand would slide up and down her thighs and savor the feel of the smooth, warm flesh, and eventually wind up with the fingers running tenderly through her pussy crack and plucking at her clit. He couldn't wait until they were able to do what the others were doing.
And right now, as they sat in the grass and fondled each other, they were watching as Ellen and Phil fucked. He was stretched out flat on his back in the grass and she was laying full length on top of him and her ass was pumping away just as if she was a boy and he was a girl. And they could only see flashes of the hard cock as she raised her ass in preparation for another downward thrust and it was hard to tell who the cock actually belonged to. Aggie could stand it no longer so she got up and walked over to them and squatted down on the ground at their feet where she could get a better, more direct view of the action.
She leaned down further until her eyes were almost on a direct line with the rapidly bobbing ass, and she could finally see exactly what was going on. She could clearly see the little round asshole between the widely spread cheeks of Ellen's ass, and right below it, the equally widely stretched pussy that seemed to be devouring the hard meat. She loved the way the glistening shaft slipped so smoothly and easily in and out of Ellen's body, and the more she watched, the more she wished it was tomorrow already. Especially when she noticed
Phil's legs begin to shake and his knees begin to jerk up and down and she knew that in only a matter of seconds he would deposit his hot load deep in Ellen's vagina.
He gave a sort of final jerk and pushed his ass up off the ground and rammed his cock up into Ellen's, descending ass. When Ellen rose again, Aggie could see that the cock was still pulsing and when her ass came back down again, she could see the white cream squishing out from around the edges of the saturated pussy. But Ellen was not through yet, and she was not about to give up that meat until she herself was thoroughly satisfied. Apparently that was alright by Phil, as he just laid there and took everything that she could give him. And it was only another minute before it was Ellen's ass turn to start jerking, and she soon looked just like a stiff, wooden puppet as she plunged harder and faster, and even from where Aggie was, she could hear Ellen's breath coming out in pumping gasps.
As they got dressed, they discussed what they were going to do tomorrow, and they decided not to bother doing any more today. They would all need the rest, but especially the boys. It was going to be quite a time, and they wanted the boys to build up a good reserve so hat they wouldn't poop out on them too soon. They also decided that it would be
Phil who would have the honor of getting Aggie's cherry, and although Jim was a little disappointed, he could understand it alright. He knew from testing with his finger that Aggie's hole would be much too small to accommodate him, in fact it was even too small for Phil, but at least he would have a better chance.
And besides that, once Phil was able to get his smaller cock into her, it would still be almost like getting her cherry when he got into her with his bigger cock. But at least he would be a little more surer of being able to do it without tearing her apart. And that was when this little hunk of stuff would really become his girl. He had already fallen in love with that big, eager mouth, and when she had a pussy to match, well, what else could a guy want?
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It was about two years ago when Jim first discovered that he had become what he thought a man. He had been playing with himself every night in bed for as long as he could remember, and he always got quite a thrill out of it. He didn't know much about sex, except what he had heard the older boys talking about on the street or in school, and not knowing much about girls, or even how they were made, except for the few tittie pictures he came across in some books, it didn't really take up big part of his mind.
Oh, he was interested in his older sister, Carol alright, and sort of half-heartedly tried to sneak a peek at her while she was getting dressed or undressed, but he was too timid and too much afraid of getting caught to really get anywhere.
He would lay around on the floor, pretending to read a paper or a book, when actually he was hoping that Carol would walk by and he could get a look up under her dress. And as a matter-of-fact, he did get plenty of good looks, but they didn't mean much. Generally he couldn't see that far up anyway, and even when he could, all he could see was her panties. He never could catch her without the panties, so what good was it? If all he wanted to see was girl's legs, he could see them any day at the beach where most of the girls wore much less than his sister did around the house. Of course he had seen her in a bathing suit too, and he liked what he saw, but it was not enough.
He had to resort to using his imagination as he played with himself, but not being able to summon up any definite sexy pictures in his mind, he generally just wound up enjoying the feeling that he was inflicting on himself. He had known for a long time about the stuff that was supposed to come out of a guy's cock when he played with it, but he also knew that it starts coming at different times in different boys, and he knew that some of the boys his age were already able to do it. He was able to have a good time with himself as it was, and so the fact that he wasn't able to shoot a load yet didn't bother him too much, but in a way, he was sort of anxious to see what it was like.
And one morning he woke up to find that he had gotten his wish. When he started to sit up and threw the covers back to get out of bed, he found himself sitting on a big wet spot right about where his crotch had been all night. He examined his dick and found out that it was not only still slightly hard, but it was also very wet and sticky. He had heard about wet dreams, but he couldn't remember having any dreams at all. All he knew was that he did have the wet. And from the way that he and the bed were still very wet, it could not have happened very long ago. He was eager to try it out again to see if it still worked.
He looked at the clock in his dresser and was surprised to find that it was only four thirty in the morning. Two whole hours before he was due to get up. It must have been the emission from his cock that woke him up. Well, no matter. Everyone would be asleep yet, and that was all the better. He tiptoed quietly down the hall to the bathroom and closed the door behind him and made sure it was locked, then he removed his wet pajama pants and went over and stood in front of the toilet bowl. Even after he took a piss, his dick was still a little stiff, and he began to gently manipulate the skin back and forth and brought it slowly back up to full erection. Once it was where he wanted it, he went to work on it with his fist.
He couldn't feel any difference. It felt good, but then again, it had always felt good. He began to think for a minute that maybe he had just pissed himself, but he quickly dismissed that idea. He never had done that before, and besides, he was sure from the way that it had looked and felt that it was not piss. He hunched over himself and jerked harder and faster until he felt the old explosive sensation over himself and jerked harder and faster until he felt the old explosive sensation beginning to build up inside his gut, only this time he noticed that the exquisite feeling seemed to have more pressure behind it, and after just a few more jerks he was sure that something new and different was going to happen.
He was right. Suddenly his stomach seemed to take on a tight, pleasant tenseness, and then just as suddenly it relaxed and he felt a rushing through his dick like water through a hose and a white, creamy stream of liquid shot out of the end of his dick right straight across the toilet bowl and all over the upraised seat. He stopped jerking and just stood there with his hard dick in his hand and he could feel it pulsate a couple of more times as it shot several smaller, weaker streams that mostly landed in the toilet bowl in front of him.
He couldn't believe that all that had come out of him. He might have believed it, except that he knew that only a little while ago he must have let go pretty much the same amount. It must have been building up inside of him for a long time before it had made up it's mind to come out. Somehow he felt refreshed. Relieved. Something like a cow must feel right after it's been milked. He took a piece of toilet paper and tried to wipe his dick off with it, but the paper stuck to it and he wound up with little bits of paper all over himself. He finally got the washcloth and using plenty of soap and water managed to. clean himself up pretty good. The only problem that remained were his stained pajamas and the big wet spot on the sheets. Well, the sheets wouldn't be changed for another day or so, and maybe by that time it would be dry and if he just rolled it up and put in the wash it wouldn't be noticed. The same thing would go for the pajama pants. He would hide them in his room and let them dry too.
He slipped back, pantsless, into his room and sat down on the edge of his bed and an uncontrollable, big smile formed on his face. Today he was a man. But then the smile faded a little as he thought so what? What good did it do? It made him feel good alright, but it was one of those things that he had to keep to himself. He couldn't let out the good news like he always blurted out any other good news. It wasn't like when he sat down at the supper table and proudly announced that he got one hundred per cent in his arithmetic test that day. How would it sound if he suddenly blurted out right in front of his mother and father and sister at the breakfast table that he had just shot his first load?
Anyway, the next few weeks were just a matter of experimenting. Whenever he was alone, he would play with himself, and gradually he got to know just about how long it took to rebuild his supply so that he could shoot another effective load. Although he didn't know it even until this day, it had been one of his practice sessions in the basement that Carol had walked in on. She had never mentioned it to him. Why should she? She had enough boyfriends of her own now. She didn't have any need to bother about her brother anymore. But chances are, if Jim had any idea what his sister was up to, he would have wanted to bother with her.
But even though he was able to shoot his load, it didn't do much good. He liked to fool around with that little girl named Ellen that lived up the block, but he never really had the nerve to. His friend Phil had a little more nerve than he had, and when he heard Phil making sort of subtle remarks to her, he gradually got up the courage to join in. They were always asking her to take a walk in the woods with them, and she always refused. And it was a good thing too, because they wouldn't have know what to do if she did say yes. And that was what shocked the hell out of them when she took them completely by surprise one day and said yes and sounded like she meant it.
They found out that she did mean it when she actually accompanied them into the woods, but they still thought she was only putting them on. They decided to go along with her to see just how far she would go before she finally chickened out, and they were actually struck dumb when they found out that she not only didn't chicken out, but took over the whole operation by herself. Neither he nor Phil had actually ever seen a cunt before, and they just started with their mouths open at the pinkish slit with the little piece of skin showing at the top and the little hole near the bottom as she took her clothes off and laid down on the ground and threw her legs apart.
Once the ice was broken, the whole thing became a regular ritual. They met in the wood almost daily, and she would take them on one at a time or both at once. His dick was a little too big for her, but she thought nothing of taking it in the mouth, and that made up for his lack of pussy, and many's the time she sucked him off while Phil fucked her dog fashion. And then it got even better when Aggie came on the scene. He couldn't get over the size of her mouth, and the eagerness with which she used it. And now she was willing to go whole hog. Even though he knew he wouldn't be able to use her pussy for awhile, it was worth waiting for, and he definitely wanted to be there at the breaking-in ceremonies. Lucky Phil.
* * *
Saturday morning. And as each of the four concerned parties arose from their respective beds in their respective homes, the first thing they did was rush to the window to see what kind of a day it was. And if they had all been in one place, it would have sounded like one great sigh of relief as they saw the sun shining brightly and felt the warmth of it coming through the window panes even at this early hour. Mostly the feelings were of glee and anxiety as if they were looking forward to a long awaited party, but in at least one of them the feeling was that of glee mixed with apprehension.
Aggie was raring to go, but she was still a little scared. Her talk with Ellen yesterday had served to reassure her somewhat, but she still knew that it wasn't going to be easy. The thought that Ellen had gotten raped with a man size dick, while she was voluntarily going to take a boy sized dick made her feel a little better, but not much. She only hoped that she would get over it as quickly as Ellen said that she had. Well, there was only one way to find out.
The meeting was set up for ten o'clock and it was only even o'clock now. Three long hours for her to stew about it. She knew she wouldn't change her mind and chicken out, but she knew that these were going to be the longest three hours in her life. She was just anxious to have it over and done with. She figured that maybe if she got busy the time would pass and she might even be able to take her mind off of it for a little while. She doubted that, but she decided to get busy anyway. Her folks wouldn't be up for quite a while yet, as Saturday and Sunday was their time to sleep in, so there was no use starting breakfast yet. She decided to go to the bathroom and wash up and then get dressed before she went downstairs.
She walked over to the shower and started to turn it on, but then changed her mind. In the first place, the noise might wake the others up, and in the second place she figured that she might need it even more later on. There would be plenty of time after everyone was up, and besides she just might do a lot of sweating between now and the time she had to leave. She just washed her face and brushed her teeth. She could do her hair in her room after she got dressed. A quick session on the toilet bowl, and she tiptoed back out of the bathroom and into her room and closed the door behind her.
Even though she took her time getting dressed and doing her hair, the time still dragged, and when she looked at the clock again, it was only a little after seven thirty. She went downstairs and got everything ready for breakfast, and when she paused to listen, all was still quiet upstairs. She began to wish that they would hurry up and come down, because with a little activity in the house, it might help to speed things up. She walked over to the closet and opened the door and looked at herself in the mirror. Funny, she didn't look any different at all.
As she looked at the pretty girl with the long brown hair and the wide mouth and the short sexy dress, she looked like any one of a million innocent young things that were probably getting up about this time of the morning also. She wondered how many of them had an appointment to lose their cherry this morning. Not many, she bet. It wasn't the sort of thing that the average young girl would have planned for a pleasant Saturday morning. Oh well, she figured that Monday morning would inevitably come, and she would find herself standing before this .mirror again, and she would still look the same, and unless she was still hurting, no one except the few kids concerned would ever know that there was anything at all that was different about her.
She was small, the longer she looked at herself in the mirror, the smaller she seemed to get. Was she too small for what she was going to do? Phil was bigger than she was, and in comparison to her hole, his cock was enormous. Maybe she should try her finger again first. No she was only trying to make excuses now. It was just like going into a cold lake. If you started off by dipping your foot into it, you might wind up never going swimming, but if you just jumped right in it may be quite a shock at first, but after awhile it felt better and it was well worth it. That was how she would have to go about this thing. It had to be all or nothing. She made up her mind that she would not change her mind.
And now that she was determined, she tried to forget about the initial shock and concentrate on the pleasure that would follow. And the thought caused a little sensation to start rising in her belly, almost as if she could feel that warm, hard meat working inside of her right now. She lifted her dress up and looked at her legs and it made the sensation inside of her become even ore intense, and when she pushed her panties down and saw that little sparsely covered crack, the sensation build up into a pleasant heat. She started to put her hand down between her legs, but then stopped as she thought better of it. It wouldn't do to drain her passions now. The hotter she was when she went into this thing, the easier she figured it would be.
Anyway, she heard some movements coming from upstairs now, so she quickly pulled her pants back up and smoothed her skirt down and went into the kitchen to start heating the water and warming the frying pan. It was after eight now, and by the time they had breakfast and she took a shower, it would be nearly time to go. While she was waiting for them to come down she turned on the television and sat down to watch the Saturday morning cartoons.
But although she could vaguely see a long eared rabbit chasing a short fat hunger with a shotgun, and could hear the sounds of laughter emanating from the screen, it just somehow wasn't getting through to her. What was taking them so long to get downstairs?
But just as it always does whether we liked it or not, time passed, and she found herself walking down the street toward her rendezvous with the future. Ellen wasn't waiting on the usual corner, but then she hadn't really expected her to be. They had merely agreed to meet in the usual place in the woods, and when she finally arrived there, she found three smiling faces waiting to greet her. They must have been really anxious, because here she was almost ten minutes early, and they seemed to have been waiting there for a long time already. They were sprawled comfortably all over the ground, and they leaped to their feet as one when they saw her.
After the usual greetings, the boys led the way deeper into the woods. The, all knew that if they went far enough, the would come out near the end of a golf course o? the other side. And this was what the boys had in mind. They would be far enough away from the built up area so that they wouldn't be heard even if every one of them screamed at the top of their lungs, and yet they would be able to see a long way across the flat stretch of the golf course if anybody should come toward them from that direction. When they arrived there, Aggie and Ellen were satisfied that it was the perfect spot. They left just enough cover between them and the open spaces so that they could see through it, but nobody could see them unless they were right on top of them.
Jim and Ellen sat down in the grass in a spot where they could both keep a lookout for any intruders and also keep a close eye on the action that was to come. They didn't intend to do anything themselves except sit back and watch the show. This day belonged to Aggie and Phil. But as they watched the two principles standing before them start to strip naked, they couldn't control a rising urgency in their own insides. Jim put his arm around Ellen and pulled her tight against him, and she just relaxed with her head resting on his shoulder.
Aggie and Phil just stood there for a minute examining each other's body, and Aggie could see that Phil was really in the mood. She felt a strange twinge of fear go through her body as she started at the long, fat cock that was so hard that it was pointing upwards at a forty five degree angle. She knew it was only her imagination, but it looked bigger to her now than it had ever done before, and she couldn't bring herself to believe that it could actually fit in her body. And even though they had only been standing there a short time, it seemed like a long time to Ellen and she figured that they just didn't know what to do.
Presently she told Aggie to just lay down on her back, pull her knees up as far as she could, and spread them out as wide as she could. As she told her that, she almost kicked herself for not thinking to bring along some cream or something to help ease the entrance, but it was too late now, so she just told Phil to spit on his hands and rub it all over her pussy, inside and out, until it was good and wet. Actually, this was the first time he had gotten a good close look at Aggie's wide open cunt, and he was eager to comply. He soaked it good before finally getting down on his knees between her legs.
In the position that she was in, it was easy for him to take hold of his dick and guide the big swelled head until it was resting up against the little meaty hole. But when he had it there, he too began to have his doubts. It looked so much bigger than the hole that he wondered if he was going to be able to do it. But he was too determined to try, and still remaining on his knees, he leaned slightly forward, propping himself up with his left hand next to her waist and pressing the cockhead into the hole with his right hand. It was extremely tight, but the entrance to he hole began to give way a little and as he exerted more pressure, it started to slip in.
It was hurting already, and Aggie put her hands up to the sides of her face and pressed them tightly against her cheeks as she squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. She was going to do her best not to scream, but she knew that this was only the beginning. He hadn't even gotten the whole head in yet. She didn't know that it was beginning to hurt him almost as much as it was her, but he also gritted his teeth and kept on pushing. Finally he did get the entire bulbous end of it in, and it felt as if he had a rubber band squeezing his dick right behind the ridge of the head.
Ellen could see how far he had gotten, and she could tell from the expressions on both faces that it wasn't going too well. Then she remembered how her father had done it to her, and she yelled to Phil to just go ahead and ram it all the way in. He let go of his cock and placed the hand on the other side of her, and after taking a deep breath, he rammed his ass forward as hard as he could.
Ellen and Jim couldn't tell which one of them yelled the loudest, but they did know that it started them both, and they suddenly remembered that they had forgotten to keep an eye on the golf course. They both looked up at the same time, and seeing no one in sight, they breathed a simultaneous sigh of relief. When they looked back at the two bodies on the ground, Phil was laying lengthwise on top of Aggie. He too had his eyes squeezed shut, and his lips were drawn back exposing a set of teeth that were pressed together so firmly that day they could almost hear them grinding.
There were tears running out of Aggie's eyes, and even though her lips were pressed into a thin white line, they knew that the teeth inside of them were grinding also. Phil's face finally started to relax as the initial pain began to wear off, but he still wasn't sure whether he had torn the skin completely off his dick. The only thing that he knew for sure was that he was definitely all the way in. It felt like his whole dick was surrounded with tight rubber bands now. He waited until his heartbeat started to slow up to somewhere near normal, and then he laid there for a minute feeling her hear beating against his chest. It was almost normal too, but she was so quiet that he thought that she had passed out.
He realized that she hadn't though, or at least not quite, and he decided to get on with it and finish the job. But as he started to withdraw his hard meat from the still contracting hole, he heard a rush of air hissing through her lips as she inhaled until it seemed as if her lungs would burst. Ellen and Jim heard it too, and they all knew that another scream was on it's way. But this time they were prepared for it, and they took only a second to check the golf course before looking back to see what was going to happen next.
And what happened next was another shattering scream as Phil pulled his dick out and pushed it back in again. When it was all the way in again, he stopped and waited for her to calm down, and he heard Ellen telling him to keep going. She said it was what Aggie wanted, so she might as well get it good and get it over with. But it really wasn't Aggie he was worried about so much as himself. He felt as if his dick had been run through a meat grinder, and the way it was hurting, he was surprised that it was still hard. But he took Ellen's advice and went back to work. Aggie didn't scream anymore as he pounded relentlessly in and out of her. She just laid there and sobbed.
It didn't hurt her so bad anymore, in fact she was beginning to feel all numb inside. Even her mind felt numb, as if she couldn't think clearly, and the whole thing seemed as if it was happening in a dream. It didn't seem as if it was happening to her anymore. But her body was fully aware of the huge intruder that was disrupting the peace and tranquility of her entire insides. She had to almost fight herself back to reality before she finally realized that she, Aggie, was actually getting fucked. But she was getting no pleasure out of it. Maybe that would come later, but right now, all she wanted was for him to get finished so that she could go home and lay down on her own bed and suffer in peace.
CHAPTER FOUR
As Aggie, Ellen, Jim and Phil were walking up the street after leaving the woods, they passed two older boys who were going in the opposite direction, and evidently heading for the woods. They didn't think much of it, except that they were slightly glad that they had finished their business, as if the two were going for a walk in the woods, they just might have stumbled over them. Soon they parted and each went in their separate directions after making arrangements to meet again Monday morning. They figured that by that time, Aggie would be ready for her second installment. And as Jim reached his house, he met his sister, Carol. She was just leaving. Just going for a walk, she told him, to get some fresh air. He told her to have a good time, and went on in the house.
Carol was going for a walk alright, straight to the woods where she had an appointment to meet the two boys that Jim had just seen. And she would get plenty of fresh air pumped into her gasping lungs. Only this time she had some new ideas in mind. As she lay in bed the night before, she tried to think of more interesting things to do than just plain old fucking and sucking, and that was when she got her idea. She had been sucking off these boys for so long, why shouldn't they suck her off for a change. She just seemed to suddenly remember that was one thing that she had been missing. She never did have her cunt sucked. None of the boys ever mentioned it, and she didn't know whether it was because they didn't want to do it, or whether they just never thought of it. Well, she had thought of it, and if they wanted to continue using her pussy and her mouth, they were going to have to learn to use their mouth also. Her cunt was tingling with anticipation as she walked into the woods.
She brought up the subject right away, and they weren't as reluctant as she thought they would be. Maybe it was because they were afraid that she would actually cut off their pussy supply, or maybe they actually hadn't thought of it and didn't mind having a try at it. It didn't matter what the reasons were, as long as they did it, and she was going to let them start right now. She stripped completely naked as usual, while they only took off their pants, but she didn't mind. She was only interested in them from the waist down anyway, except for their mouths right now, and those were right out in the open anyway.
She didn't want to take any chances on them arguing over who was going to do it first, so she just laid down on her back and pointed to one of them and told him to get down between her legs and told the other to kneel down astride her chest so she could get at him at the same time. She smoothed matters over by telling them that as soon as they were finished, they could change positions, and that way she could suck them both off. Neither of them had eaten a pussy before, but the prospect of her sucking them off made it a little easier and the first one got down and examined his meal. The other one stood over her, straddling the two red tipped mounds of flesh and lowered himself to his knees and bent forward until his cock was pointing directly at the luscious red lips.
As she felt the first touch of the tongue on her tender pussy meat, she reached up and grabbed the other boy by the ass and pulled him down to her as she opened her mouth as wide as she could. The boy between her legs had hardly started yet, and she loved it already, and it only made her more eager to devour the meat that she had in her mouth. As far as the one getting his cock sucked was concerned, this was going to work out just fine. It would be worth eating pussy to get a blow-job like this. She had always given a good one, but now she was going at it with an extra vigor. Even better than when she was getting fucked at the same time. , And to the one between her legs, it wasn't bad at all. It seemed like the sexiest thing he had ever done, and his cock got as hard as a rock as he dug his tongue into the soft meat and savored the sweet, tangy taste of it. He licked around until he found the little meaty hole and slipped his tongue inside, and ran it around the soft, smooth meat that his cock had been in so many times.
He never stopped to think that he was sucking the very hole that all the boys had shot their loads in. He just concentrated on enjoying himself, and the more he enjoyed it, the more she enjoyed it and she passed the pleasure on to the cock that she had in her mouth and its owner enjoyed it too.
The cunt eater moved his attentions upward slightly and encountered the little flap of flesh that stuck out near the thicker top of the lips, and as he sucked it into his lips her hard little knob popped out and he began to lick it with his tongue. That was all Carol needed.
She was aware that the dick she was sucking on was about to let go its load, but she just couldn't help herself and she opened her mouth and let go of the meat as her guts exploded giving her wonderful torturer a face full of hot, juicy cream. And as the scream started to leave her throat, the cock that was still poised above her open mouth let go, and her scream turned into a sort of gargle as her mouth filled with come.
She would have preferred just laying there for a few minutes, just relishing the delightful feeling that still pervaded her body, but there was still one boy whose dick was so stiff and so urgent that he didn't even bother to wipe the girl come off his face before he climbed on top of her as the other boy had.
She figured, what the hell, there would be plenty of time to rest later. Too much time in fact, before she would be able to hold another meeting with two other boys.
She swallowed a couple of times to get rid of the come that was still in her mouth, then opened wide for the next customer. She knew that this round was going to be a slightly different story. This boy would probably shoot his load right away, but the other boy, who she could now feel between her legs had already shot his, so he wouldn't be as eager as the last one. And she had already shot hers, so it would take her a little longer. It would wind up as just a nice, long, leisurely pussy eating session.
Carl was the boy she was eating now, and she had been right. He himself knew that he was just about to let go, and that was the reason he climbed on her so fast. He knew that he wouldn't have much time to enjoy her mouth but even a little time was better than spilling it on the grass. But when he had emptied himself and she had drained the last drops from him and he went a little way away from them and sat down to watch, he recalled all the times he actually had spilled his seed in her grass. And in his handkerchief. And in the toilet. And in a dozen other places!
Although he had never eaten pussy before, he had dreamed about it a lot as he did his spilling. He was sixteen years old, and he had never even seen a naked girl until he was eleven, and then, the naked girl he had seen was his own new-born baby sister. He was surprised when he found that his mother didn't mind him watching as she changed the baby's diapers.
As he thought back on it later, he imagined that she figured he was old enough to learn something about sex, since he had not as yet asked any questions about it, and they had been reluctant to bring up the subject.
He had been so shy that he had never even questioned the obvious growth of his mother's belly when she was pregnant. Oh, he knew what was going on all right, but he did his best to appear not to notice anything.
It was true that she was shy, but he did have a dirty little mind. It was full of girls, and full of the things that could be done with them, but he had never done anything, and the closest he ever came to seeing them nude was the magazines that he found in his father's drawer under the underwear. Of course, he had seen all kinds of girls in their teeny-weeny bikinis on the beach, but the magazines showed more. The only area that still had him puzzled was the area between the legs. All he could see in the pictures was a mass of hair. He knew there was someplace down there for a boy to stick his dick in, but he couldn't even imagine what it looked like.
He knew what a mouth looked like though, and from what he read in some of the dirty books, there were an awful lot of girls who were not at all reluctant to let a boy put his dick in it.
So up to the time that he finally saw what a girl had between her legs, his jerk-off dreams consisted mainly of imagining that his fist was a girl's mouth. And he was one of the early starters. It was not long after his eleventh birthday that he found that he was able to emit a satisfying stream. He could remember almost the exact date that it first happened because it was only about two weeks before his sister Ann was born.
He didn't get to see much of the baby for the first couple of weeks. In fact, hardly anybody did, except his mother and father. And from the few good looks that he did get at her, he could understand why. She was so tiny and fragile that he was actually afraid to go near her. He was afraid that he might breathe on her too hard, and she would blow away.
But after awhile, she began to get bigger, and his mother didn't mind if he hung around while she was feeding her or changing her. But he still didn't get too close. He was curious of course, but he was still apprehensive.
Then finally, one day, the big moment came. His mother had the baby laid out on a big white blanket on the living room couch and was starting to change her. Carl was watching from the other side of the room, when he saw his mother reaching around in back of her with one hand as she held the baby with the other, as if she was looking for something.
Then she said something to the effect that she had forgotten to bring the baby powder downstairs, and she told Carl to come over and sit beside the baby so that she wouldn't fall off the couch while she ran up and got it. He never stopped to think at the time that it would have been just as easy if she had just told him to go up and get it. He figured later that she had done it on purpose so that he would have a chance to examine his sister's body. Which of course was exactly what he did.
She was still only a tiny thing, but she was a girl, and she was stark naked. And the way she lay there, and kicked her legs in the air, he had no trouble at all seeing what she looked like. At least he thought he was seeing everything, and he had to admit that he was a little disappointed. All he could see were two fatty folds running down between her legs almost to where he had spotted her little asshole. Only when she kicked her legs wide once or twice did he have any indication that there might be something more inside. All he could see was a flash of pink flesh, and then he heard his mother coming back downstairs.
He quickly turned sideways to her so that it would appear that he was looking at her face all the while. It wasn't until much later that he began to figure that his mother knew different, but she didn't say anything and just went on about her business of cleaning and changing.
After that, it was nothing unusual for him to stand nearby and watch while the baby was getting her diapers changed, or even to sit near her head and play with her to take her mind off what was happening to her down below. But he never did get a chance to actually look inside of those fat little pussy lips, and his jerk-off dreams just took on a slightly new dimension. That of a pair of lips between the legs as well as the ones in the face.
And though most of the stories he had read consisted of a guy fucking a girl either in the pussy or in the mouth there were, although to a lesser degree, references to a guy eating a girl's pussy. And since he still didn't have a good enough idea of what a pussy really looked like inside, and exactly where the cock went in, he just pictured those kissable, chubby cunt lips in his mind, as he shot another stream into the toilet bowl.
Now at least he had some kind of an idea of what all that hair concealed, and the only thing that puzzled him, was what fun could a guy get out of licking something that was covered with hair? But never mind-it was just the idea of the whole thing that intrigued him.
As Ann began to grow up, he saw less and less of his little sister's pussy, and it was just when he wanted to see more and more of it. By the time she was three years old, he found himself effectively cut off from any more of his voyeuristic pleasures.
He guessed that his mother figured that he had seen enough for the time being. So for about a year or so, his sex life was a blank and consisted only of vivid memories as he dispensed load after load into the toilet, his handkerchief, the grass, etc., etc.-until Carol came along.
Carol was pretty, and all the boys knew that she liked them as well as they liked her, but she was awfully hard to get close to. There were six boys, all around the same age that hung around together, and although they talked a lot about girls, he doubted if any of them had any more experience than he had. They probably had even less, because most of them didn't even have a sister. But they tried to act big, especially in front of each other, and they all took turns inviting Carol to go someplace with them. Even he joined in the act.
But evidently, she didn't realize how inexperienced they were, and figuring that she knew what they were after, she always turned them down. Until one day, out of a clear blue sky, she surprised them all by accepting an invitation from one of the boys.
Carl guessed that the one that was accepted was the most surprised of all, as he was not the biggest, not the handsomest, not the most vocal, but he must have just accidentally opened his mouth at just the right time. And the rest of the boys stared, open-mouthed, as the two of them marched off in the direction of the woods. "Strolled" would be the right word to describe her walk, but "march" was definitely the right word to describe his. He looked as if he was being led to a position in front of a firing squad, but they had to give him credit. He sure was game!
None of them figured that anything was really going to happen, but they just remained out there on the street playing ball and horsing around, waiting for the outcome. It wasn't until almost an hour later that they spied the two of them coming back up the street. And this time the guy wasn't marching. He was practically limping, and it appeared that she was marching him home. She had him by the arm, and she didn't turn him loose until they were right in front of the rest of the guys, and then she left him, and kept going on her merry way toward her own home. None of them missed the big smile on her face.
And when the guy walked over and joined the crowd, everybody stood there, waiting for him to say something, but all he did was open his mouth and smile an even bigger smile than she had been wearing. He looked like he had been hypnotized. After a couple of the guys shook him into a sort of semi-conscious state, the only thing that he could say was that his" dick would never be the same again.
Naturally, that aroused everyone's curiosity, and although all of the boys were apprehensive, the first time that Carol led them into the woods, they went, and when they returned they could understand the reason for that stupid smile on the face of the first boy.
Needless to say, not a single one of the boys was a cherry when he came out of the woods. And the more often she went into the woods, the more of a tiger she became. Soon, one boy at a time was not enough for her.
When she had finished sampling each and every one of the boys, and had found no fault with any of them, they figured that it was time to go around the circle again. But Carol had different ideas. Instead of taking the first one with her again, she took the first two. And both of them came back looking as if they had taken an overdose of silly pills. And that was only the start. It wasn't long before she wanted three at a time, but that was where she seemed to have overstepped her capabilities. No, not exactly her capabilities, but more, her hunger. Give her credit, she really did try. But it just didn't work out too well. Everybody seemed to get in each other's way. She finally had to settle for two at a time.
And that was the way it had continued until this day. Carl suddenly snapped out of his reverie as he saw the activity on the grass in front of him begin to whip up into a frenzy of motion. His friend Paul had already gotten into the swing of things, and he was driving the female body into a whirlwind of passion. Carl could almost taste the pussy himself as he watched her legs whipping through the air and saw her hands grasping desperately at the tufts of grass beside her. He rubbed his hand over his face and smiled to himself as he felt the stickiness. Paul was about to be baptized too.
And Paul was baptized, and he didn't mind it a bit, as by now his cock was just about as hard as it could be again, and his own belly was on fire with renewed passion. And as Carl watched Paul pull himself up until he was on his knees, and saw him run his hand across his mouth, he could also see that he was ready for some more of something. Anything. He was ready himself, but he was interested to see what was going to happen next. He knew that Carol was due for a rest period, but it didn't look as if she was going to get it. For a fleeting moment, he thought that this might be a lesson for her, but he soon dismissed that idea. He knew that Carol could keep this up all day and still wind up guiding them home.
He didn't have to wonder what was going to happen next for very long, because as Carol still struggled for breath on the grass, Paul was leaning over her and his superbly hard cock was pointing straight at the hole that was thoroughly moistened by his saliva and her come. Carl doubted that she had any more come in her, but he knew that Paul was certainly going to find out. And he also knew, from the feeling in his dick, that if Paul failed to bring forth any more of her juices by the time he had released his, he was going to take over and at least try. He couldn't be sure if she had any better times with any of the other pairs of boys, but he knew that this was going to be the very best time that she had with him and Paul. They were no longer the shy kids of a year or so ago.
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Paul wasn't thinking about his past experiences now as he pushed his rigid, throbbing cock into he thoroughly wet hole. But he had a few of them. He had been one of the newcomers to the block, only arriving shortly before Carl came on the scene. He had come from a small town in the Midwest where sex was no real secret from him. His folks had a small farm, and although they only had a few cows and one lonesome looking bull, it didn't take him long to learn how milk was made and where calves came from. That lonesome looking bull was never lonesome for long.
When he was small, his mother tried to shield him from the facts of life. He remembered how she argued with his father when he wanted to take little Paul out into the pasture with him. His mother was one of the old fashioned type who would even put on her nightgown over her clothes before she took them off to make sure that no one could see her body. He often wondered about it as he grew up. How did he ever come to be born? He figured that she would only allow his father to make love to her at night in a dark room so that he wouldn't be able to see her precious body. And he figured that she only allowed him to do what he did because it was her wifely duty. But his father was entirely different.
Although he didn't go too far into the subject of sex, he did get some kind of a kick out of sneaking his son out to the bam and teaching him how to milk cows and seeing the delighted look on his son's face as he let him try it himself, knowing that the little hands were getting at least some kind of a thrill out of squeezing those soft, warm titties. And then as Paul began to grow, he would take him out into the fields and let him watch the bull mating with the cows. It didn't make too much of an impression on the little Paul, except that he wondered how come that old bull was so eager to go from one cow to the other.
It didn't take too much more growing up though before the answers started to come to him slowly but surely. That big rod that the bull was shoving into the cow was the same thing as he had in his own pants. And then it began to dawn on him that animals were the same as people, and he could picture his father as being the bull, and his mother the cow. He was well aware of what a cow's cunt looked like, but seeing as how a cow was so much bigger than a woman, he figured that if he sort of scaled down the size in his mind, he would have a pretty good idea of what a human female looked like. The same as if he scaled down the massive rod that the bull possessed, it would come closer to his own. All in all he was not far wrong.
However, the more knowledge he gained from observing the farm animals, the more curious he got about the human animal. Especially the human female animal. He did go to a little school about a mile or so away, and it was there that he had his only contact with females around his own age. But they were all farm girls and always wore blue jeans and all sorts of baggy clothes that made them almost look more like boys then girls themselves did. As he looked at the blue denim covered crotches he tried to imagine a smaller cow's pussy under them, but he had little luck.
In a kind of desperation, which of course was brought on by a growing and steadily insistent cock, he resorted to a little sneaky-peeking around his own house. There was no way of him knowing about the way that the girls that he saw in school were carrying on with some of the boys behind the barns and haystacks, as he had been sheltered to the point of shyness, so he had to take what was on hand. He knew from his mother's face that she was beautiful, but so far that was all he had seen of her. Except maybe once in awhile a glimpse of her arms when she rolled her sleeves up to do some washing, and even the sight of the slim, smooth bare arms was enough to set his imagination running rampant.
He knew there wasn't the slightest chance of seeing either his mother or his father in their bedroom, as not only was the door tightly locked at all times when either one or both of them were in there, but also all the lights were turned out so he couldn't even peek through the keyhole. Anyway, he wasn't interested in seeing his father, so he had to concentrate on somehow catching his mother with her pants down, so to speak. And it wasn't long before he found a way.
The shower was outside, but attached to the house. Sort of like a small room sticking out from the wall of the room that his parents slept in. The entrance was from their room, and the outside was a pretty solid enclosure of wooden boards. The shower itself consisted of merely a tank of water on top of the house which normally was replenished by natural, soft rainwater. You simply pulled a cord which would open a valve and let the water down onto you through a spray nozzle until you were wet enough to soap yourself, and then let it go. When you were thoroughly soaped and ready to rinse, you pulled the cord again and washed the soap off.
To a farm boy, it was an ingenious set-up. It was almost as good as when they first got their indoor toilet But as far as Paul was concerned, the old-fashioned shower had one more advantage for him. It was made of wood. If he could do it at the right time, when his parents were both far enough away from the house, he was sure that he could pry open a crack big enough for him to see through, but that they would never notice. It had to be done carefully, because if he accidentally made it too big, they could notice the light shining through, and if he made it too small, he wouldn't be able to see through it. It would only have to be a little slit though, as once you pressed your eye against it, just like a keyhole, you would be able to see almost the whole room.
And he got his chance one Saturday when he was home from school and both of his parents decided to go into town to do some shopping. They left him in charge of the feeding and care of the animals, but as soon as the dust from the car faded away down the road, the animals were completely forgotten. He ran directly to the shower room to look at the situation over. As he examined it carefully from the outside, he saw that it was going to be a more difficult job than he thought. The boards were overlapping from the top all the way down to the bottom. There was no way of just prying two boards apart a little bit.
But he didn't give up that easy. He even climbed on top of the room to see if there was any way to get between the shingles. No way. But as he looked down from the roof along the side, he found the one possible chink in the armor. The outside corner where the walls of the shower that were attached to the house met the outside connecting wall. The boards didn't seem to come together there so that they were as foolproof as the walls themselves. He jumped down from the roof to look them over more closely. He was right. There was a square beam about six by six running up from the ground to the roof, and each side of the shower wall was nailed onto it. He had found the one thing that he had overlooked.
The boards were close enough together, and nailed tight enough alright, but it was possible to pry one of the boards out just a fraction and be able to look through he resultant opening. The only problem that remained now, was which board to pry. He walked around the structure several times trying to figure out where a person inside would be standing under the shower, and which board would be most convenient to loosen. He even took an iron bar and pried a couple of boards loose and stuck some straws through them and went inside to see where the straws were pointing. When he stood under the shower nozzle and looked at the straws, he could immediately see which one was pointing in the right direction, so he went back outside and hammered all the other boards back into place and concentrated on the right one.
With just a little more prying, he was able to make an opening that he could see very nicely through. It was on an angle looking toward the door that led in from the house, and he couldn't see the actual shower area too well, but if everybody did like he did and stepped back from under the water when they were getting soaped, there would be no problem at all. But all he needed was a little slit to see through, so he slowly hammered the board back into position, taking quick looks all the time, until the board looked like it was in place, but he could still see through it very clearly. Now all he had to do was wait for someone to take a shower.
That night, his father decided to take a shower while his mother was fixing supper. Needless to say, he was disappointed, but it was at least a chance to try it out. He didn't really need an excuse to leave the house, but soon after his father went into the shower room, he told his mother that he was going to take a last look around the yard to make sure that everything was alright. She thought nothing of it, except to remind him that dinner would be ready pretty soon. He chuckled to himself as he thought that as long as his father made it in time for dinner he would too.
There was only a small naked bulb hanging in one corner of the shower. Just enough to let the person in there see what they were doing if they took a shower after dark, which they usually did on a farm, and just enough to let the eye that was pressed against the little opening at the corner to see what was going on inside. And as his father automatically stepped back from the still dripping shower head to soap himself up, Paul immediately compared him with the bull that he had seen fucking the cows out in the pasture. He was really hung.
Paul's eyes almost popped out at the sight of the huge balls that hung down even lower that the long, fat cock. There was a large mat of hair around it, but it couldn't conceal the amount of meat that was protruding from the belly. Of course the immensity of his father's sex organs was only in the mind of the child that was surreptitiously observing them. He was unconsciously comparing them with his own rather underdeveloped ones. But although the sight fascinated him, it only made him more anxious to see what the other sex looked like.
After supper, his mother went in to take a shower, but he had no excuse to go out this time. Especially with his father sitting right there in the room with him knowing that there was no chores to do. But he knew that his time would come, so he just relaxed and bided that time. And it came not two days later. After supper, his father decided that he would go out and fix one of the fences before it got too dark, and his mother, having cleared away the dishes, said that she was going to get cleaned up so that she would be ready for bed by the time he got back. Paul didn't know whether that was a kind of sneaky invitation for his father or not, but he did know that here was his chance.
He picked his books up off the sideboard and wandered into his room as if he was going to do the homework which he never did anyway, and waited until he thought the right time had arrived. With his ear pressed against the door of his room, he could tell the difference between the sound of the outside door opening which told him that his father had left, and the sound of the door to the shower room closing, which told him that it was time for him to be on his way.
He waited a few minutes however, because he knew that the place that his father was going to was quite a distance away, and he wanted to give him time to get far enough away. The land was flat, and it was still light enough so that if his father happened to turn around and look back, he just might see him hunched up against the wall of the shower room. And Paul waited and waited, and although he knew it had only been a few minutes, enough was enough. He couldn't wait any longer, and as he quietly opened his door and tiptoed out through the front door, he could hear the sound of the shower running. He knew that he had plenty of time, but he still just couldn't wait.
He looked around carefully first to make sure his father was nowhere in sight, then he crept silently over to his personal peep hole. To say that he was not disappointed would be putting it mild. His mother was even more beautiful than he had pictured her. She was an entirely different person without all those voluminous dresses and petticoats on her. She was gorgeous, and he fell in love with her at first sight. It didn't seem as if she was his mother any more, she was just a beautiful girl. Something like the ones that he had seen in the newspapers advertising brassieres or panties. What a pair of tits!
He could see the rising in his pants as he watched her soap herself. She did it so slowly and lovingly that it looked like she was caressing herself all over, and he began to caress the hard meat in his pants as he watched her spread the soap tenderly over the round, pink-tipped globes that protruded provocatively from her chest. And as his insides screamed more, she unexpectedly gave him much more than he had ever dreamed that he would see.
He found out that his mother was human after all as he watched her rub the soap between her legs. She did it so lovingly and for so long that he knew that she had to be playing with herself. She looked as if she was actually trying to shove the small bar of soap up her pussy, and he stared in awe as she spread her legs apart slightly and sort of squatted down and pushed the bar entirely up into her body. When she took her hand away, the soap had disappeared, and she stood up straight with her legs together and rubbed her thighs together and wiggled her ass as if she was doing a little dance, and all the while she was massaging her soapy breasts, and although he couldn't hear anything, she looked as if she was moaning ecstatically.
He didn't even think to watch for his father's return anymore as he pulled his hard dick out of his pants and jerked off in rhythm with his mother's masturbation antics. He watched wide eyed as she opened her legs and he saw the bar of soap pop out of her pussy, only to be quickly replaced by her hands as she sought to quickly finish the job. Mother and son let go their loads at the same time. He squirted his juice all over the boards in front of him just as she squatted once more and he could see the rich cream running down the inside of her thighs and spilling onto the shower floor. And as soon as the initial heat of passion haa" left him, he decided that it was time to get out of there, and he ran quickly over to the other side of the yard and was sitting there on the fence as innocent as a lamb when his father returned.
He jerked off many more happy times in front of that little peephole before his pleasures were taken away from him for good. He never did get caught at it, but it was only a few months later that his father decided that the farm wasn't going to be able to pay off any longer, and he decided to sell it and move away. They wound up in this town, where his father, having a pretty expert knowledge of farm animals, managed to get a pretty good job in a meat processing plant.
He did like it a little better here where there were a lot of kids his own age to play with, but he missed the farm and the animals and especially his little peephole. He could find no way to set one up in this new house that they were living in, so he had to rely on his memories as he lay in bed at night and played with himself. Until one day, along came Carol.
And after Carol came along, there was no need for him to lay in bed at night and play with himself. He only got to be with her every third day, but in the meantime he had to conserve his energy in order to survive that day. And he really didn't mind what he was doing at all. He would do just about anything Carol wanted him to, as long as these little meetings lasted. He was ready to come again, but he was aware that the body underneath him was practically drained and wouldn't be able to respond in kind. It didn't matter. He knew that she was enjoying herself anyway. As long as she had a boy on her she was happy, whether she could come or not, and when he had emptied himself in her and started to get up, he looked over at Carl and saw that she was going to still have a chance.
CHAPTER FIVE
It didn't really hit Aggie until later that night. All the way up until bed time, all she could feel was a sort of numbness inside of her. She had gone up to her room to lay down after she had returned from the cherry busting session in the woods, but she was so restless and confused that she couldn't remain laying down long. She tried to act her usual cheerful self so that her parents wouldn't suspect that there was something wrong, but as hard as she tried, she couldn't quite do it, and the way she moped around and picked at her food, they thought that she was probably coming down with a cold or something, and told her that she would have to stay in the house all day Sunday so that she would be alright for school on Monday.
That was alright by her, as she hadn't planned to go anywhere anyway, and she figured that she would be alright by Monday and the whole thing could be passed off as just a little cold. It would give her an excuse for the day anyway. She just sat around watching television for most of the rest of that Saturday afternoon, with occasional side trips to the bathroom to examine her new pussy. She had heard that girls bled quite a bit the first time they got fucked, and she was surprised at how little blood she was losing. She would test it by pressing a piece of toilet paper against her pussy, and sometimes there was nothing, and sometimes there was only a few faint drops.
The day passed slowly and sort of dream-like, and she was actually relieved when it came time to go to bed. She took a shower, without playing with herself this time, got into her pajamas and snuggled down under the blankets. She was really tired, and expected to go to sleep right away, but it wasn't to be. As soon as everything was quiet and dark, she began to feel a little throbbing between her legs. It wasn't much at first, and she thought that it probably was there all day but she just didn't noticed it. It was the same as anything else. A slight headache, or a sore arm or something that didn't bother you during the day, seemed to take on greater proportions during the still of the night when you had nothing else to do but concentrate on it.
She tried to ignore it and turn over to go to sleep, but it wouldn't let her ignore it. The throbbing became more insistent and pretty soon she could feel it all through her body, and then the throbbing turned into little shooting pains. She knew that the-shock had now worn off, and she was going to have a very bad night. She knew also that there was nothing that she could do about it except grit her teeth and suffer through it. It was not like any other pain that she might have that she could run to her mother for comfort. She couldn't very well bust into her mother's bedroom and say my pussy hurts because I got my cherry busted today and what can I do to make it stop. But after all, she realized that she had asked for it, so now she would just have to take it as it came, and hope that it wouldn't last too long. It was beginning to feel as if she had a toothache throughout her whole body.
Whether it would have given her any comfort if she knew about it would be hard to tell, but she was not the only one that was suffering that night. Phil had also had a bad day, and he was having an even worse night. The way his cock felt, he thought that he might not ever be able to fuck again. He had stretched the skin so badly when he first rammed it into that tight little hole that it felt as if it was on fire. And he didn't have to lose his virginity. It just got worse and worse throughout the day, and now as he was laying in bed, it felt the worst of all.
He had tried standing in front of the bathroom sink and pouring glass after glass of cold water on it, but although it helped somewhat while he was doing it, as soon as he put it back in his pants, it started burning again. He tried covering it with cream and then wrapping a handkerchief around it, but it not only didn't help, it also looked as if he was walking around with a hard-on. He had to settle for making frequent trips to the bathroom whenever it got too bad and drowning it in cold water.
But that didn't help him as he was laying in bed trying desperately to go to sleep. It was paining and throbbing at least as bad as any toothache he had ever had, and he knew that there was nothing he could do about it except let it go away by itself.
The next day was a very uncomfortable day of healing for Aggie and Phil. In both cases, it was only sheer exhaustion that caused them to fall asleep, but when their eyes finally did open to the daylight, things didn't seem quite as bad. The sharp pain was gone, and they were left with only the original throbbing, and that too seemed to ease off a little after they had gotten up and fell in with the normal routine of the day. The world looked a little rosier now, and they became a little more confident about Monday morning. Aggie wasn't bleeding at all now, and although Phil's dick was still a little inflamed, it didn't look quite so much like raw chopped meat as it did yesterday. However, they were both aware that they were going to have to let Monday slip by unused. It would be a while yet before either of them would take a chance on getting hurt all over again.
When Monday morning did roll around, Aggie was up bright and early as usual, but she didn't bother with the daily routine of playing with herself in front of the closet mirror. As much as she would liked to have done it, she was still a little bit afraid. It still hurt a little when she wiped her pussy with the toilet paper after taking a piss, so she knew that the rough handling it would get from a self gratification session would do it no good at all. Anyway, the day was coming when she could eliminate the morning masturbation period entirely. She would pretty soon be able to join Ellen on the grass in the woods.
When she left for school, she found Ellen waiting for her on the corner as usual and they walked to the woods as usual, and Ellen understood when Aggie told her that she would not be participating today. She probably would not even have a chance to use her mouth, as if Phil's dick felt anything like her pussy, he wouldn't be too interested in a blow-job, and Jim wouldn't need one as he would be getting his kicks from Ellen. So at least for the time being, she was going to have to be satisfied with just watching. She told Ellen to try to think of some new ways to do it so that she would be fully prepared when her own time came. And Ellen lapsed deep in thought as they approached the spot where the boys were waiting for them.
Phil and Aggie discussed the outcome of their little session Saturday, and by mutual agreement they decided that they would sit this one out today. And that was literally what they did. They sat down next to each other in the grass at the edge of the little clearing to give the two star performers all the room they needed. These two didn't get quite as much enjoyment out of it as they should have, as Jim's dick was still a little too big for comfort for Ellen, but they did get enough enjoyment out of it to make them want to go ahead. So the two voyeurs just sat and stared as the two bodies undraped themselves and got ready to settle down to work.
Jim was obviously ready to go, but Ellen still seemed to be thinking. She wanted to put on a good show for Aggie, but she didn't want to do any of the usual stuff like laying on her back or getting it from behind. She wanted to do something exotic, erotic, and different, but her own knowledge of the positions was rather limited. The only thing she could think of was that they could do it standing up. He really didn't want to but he was always ready to try anything. He was quite a bit bigger than her, so he suggested that he pick her up and hold her against him while she wrapped her legs around his middle and see if he could get it in that way. It was worth a try, and she quickly agreed.
Aggie and Phil sat there enchanted as they watched Jim put his hands under Ellen's armpits and hoist her up into the air as she swung her legs out wide and wound up with them tightly wrapped around his waist as he slipped his arms completely around her and hugged her body tight against him. The only thing that was wrong was that his dick didn't go into her, and she looked as if she was sitting on a flagpole. Aggie couldn't help laughing as she walked over to them and told them to just stay as they were and she would give them a hand.
She took hold of the hard cock that was pressing along the crack of Ellen's ass and told Jim to hoist her up a little higher so that she could bend it up into Ellen's pussy. He leaned over backward until Phil thought that he was going to fall over and raised Ellen at the same time. He could feel Aggie pushing the end of his dick along the crack of Ellen's ass until he could feel it slipping into a little hole, but Aggie stopped him short as she told him to hold on a minute, that was her ass hole and there was still a little way to go. Ellen managed to stick her ass out just a little bit more and both she and Jim knew that had done the trick as she could feel the big end slipping into her cunt and Jim was sure that he was in the right hole now, although he wouldn't have minded giving the other hole a try-out.
As soon as Aggie saw that it was in, she returned to her seat next to Phil and they both watched with big smiles on their faces as Jim and Ellen started to go into action. And the smiles were genuine, because it really was funny. Ellen was clinging to the upper part of his body like a monkey climbing a tree. Jim now had it all the way in, but he was having a hard time trying to get some positive action out of it, and as a consequence, he was pumping his ass back and forth and jumping around like he was on a pogo stick.
And the disaster wasn't long in coming. The combination of the weight on his chest which forced him to lean over backwards, and his frantic efforts to drive the meat in and out of her caused him to lose his balance and he went staggering backwards across the clearing. It was Phil who came to the rescue this time as he realized that Jim was completely out of control and he was heading for a group of trees where he might get hurt. He ran over behind the staggering body of his friend, and knowing that it would be useless to try to set him back on his feet as he would only fall over again, he took him by the shoulders and lowered him gently to the ground.
Now he was flat on his back and Ellen was on top of him and his hard-on was still buried right up to the hilt in her body. It was time for Ellen to take over the action, and she did so immediately. By the time Phil got back to his place beside Aggie, Ellen was pumping away a mile a minute, and Jim was just laying there with a big grin on his face. The preliminary action had heated them both up so much that neither one noticed the tightness of their sexual organs.
Anyway, the main thing was that they were having a hell of a good time, and so were the two kids watching them.
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Especially Phil. His father died when he was about six years old and therefore he didn't remember too much about him and had gotten used to living with only a mother. But he could remember quite a bit about his mother. In fact he tried to put their relationship from his mind so that he wouldn't spill the beans sort of accidently. He could recall clearly that his mother was nowhere near her normal self for a long time after his father's death, and even at his tender age, he could pretty well understand it. And he could pretty well understand why the things that happened later on did happen.
He wasn't blaming his mother for it, as especially when he grew up a little he began to understand her state of mind, and besides, he himself was having the time of his life. She had always given him a bath every night. He would stand up in the tub while she soaped him thoroughly and rinsed him off and then picked him up out of the tub and stood him on a fluffy mat on the floor as she dried and powdered him. It went on that way for quite a while after his father's death, although the bathing sessions weren't as cheerful as they usually were. Previously, she had always sort of cooed at him and told him little funny stories and they would laugh together and he would hardly even know that he had a bath by the time it was over.
But the nightly baths had become more or less of a solemn affair. It seemed to be more like a job that she had to perform, and there was no more cooing and laughing. But eventually, even his six year old, going on seven year old mind began to detect a difference in the way that she was bathing him. Instead of her face being constantly at his ear as she whispered dopey little things to him as she washed his body, her face was down lower, and she spent more time washing his little penis and the barely visible testicles. He knew the names of them because she had taught him the names of all the parts of his body, and she mentioned them just as casually as she pointed out his elbows and his wrists and his ankles and his ribs. And he took it just as casually, until he noticed that she was taking a little more interest in his penis than his elbow, and somehow, he didn't mind the extra attention at all. In fact he liked it.
He began to look forward to the nightly baths as she spent more and more time working on the area between his legs, and using less and less soap and more and more lingers. He had experienced the stiffening of his penis many times, but to him it was just an unexplained phenomenon that felt pretty good to him. But up until recently, it was just something that happened kind of automatically. He had to admit that sometimes he himself caused it when he squeezed the little piece of meat as he took a piss in the toilet, or sometimes even when he was laying in bed at night when he couldn't go to sleep right away, but somehow it was much better when his mother rubbed the soap on it and then worked it in good with her fingers.
As she was doing it, she mumbled something about it being important to keep this area clean, but he was hardly able to hear the words as he felt his penis rising and felt a funny little feeling in his belly around the area that she was working on. She didn't seem to take any notice as his little penis began to get harder and harder as she rubbed the soap more aggressively over it, but it seemed to him that the more his penis gained length and width, the harder and faster she would rub it. It suddenly dawned on him that she was doing the same thing to him that he did to himself in bed at night. Only it felt better when she did it, and he showed his approval by putting his arms around her shoulder and kind of squeezing her as she manipulated his little dick.
It appeared that she immediately recognized his gestures of approval, and it gave her the incentive to go even further. He was not a baby anymore, and he had begun to recognize the difference between boys and girls, but his little almost seven year old mind did not attach too much significance to it. He was curious, yes, but it was not yet really all that important. He liked to look at pictures of semi-naked or just about naked girls in the papers, but somehow, hitting a baseball further than the other kids took preference.
But the whole thing came to a head one evening when instead of drying him off next to the tub as she normally did, she picked him up and brought him into her own bedroom where he looked down and saw a big fluffy bath towel laid out on the bed as if she had prepared it for him. Naturally, she had, and he didn't mind it at all when she gently laid him down on it and ran her hands lovingly down his body. When she reached his crotch he felt an excruciatingly nice feeling running through his body which made his little meat stand up so firm and strong that even he could tell that something exceptional was going to happen to him.
He may not have been the first six year old in the world to get a blow-job, but right at that moment he figured that he was the happiest six year old in the world. He had never seen his mother like that before. He didn't know whether she was laughing or crying as she bent over him and took his little hard penis into her mouth. It just seemed as if she was completely letting go of herself and to hell with the consequences, she was just releasing all of the emotions that she had pent up inside of her for the last few months. He couldn't know that she was using him as a substitute for her lost husband and venting her female frustrations on him, but he did know that he had never experienced such a feeling in his little body as he was now experiencing. He was just one big mass of goose pimples.
As it's biggest and hardest, which it was right now, his dick wasn't more than about three and a half inches long, but she seemed to be desperately trying to make it longer. She had the entire thing in her mouth and was sucking so hard that he thought that she was trying to swallow it whole, and in fact he could actually feel the throbbing head of it right up against the entrance of her throat as her muscles contracted in a swallowing motion. Of course he wasn't able to come yet, but he had the same, sort of feeling inside of him that he would later learn signalled the onset of a complete release. Right now, he just felt like he had to piss.
He had only taken a piss before he got in the tub, so he knew that he didn't really have to, but the way she was drawing on his little tube, it felt as if she was going to suck his insides out. He felt like he was an ice cream soda and she was sucking him up through the straw. And the longer she sucked, the more the whole world turned into an ice cream soda. And he was very much disappointed and very much confused when it finally did come to an
But after she had tucked him in and kissed him goodnight, he knew it was no dream. His hard little meat refused to go down. He lay there in a sort of half-awake half-asleep in between state and he could feel the sensitive head of his dick rubbing against the inside of his pajamas and he could still feel the soft, warm lips circling it and going up and down it from one end to the other. The only thing that he knew for sure was that he wanted more, and when he finally did fall asleep, he didn't even move for the rest of the night.
When he got up the next morning, everything was the same as usual, almost. The only thing different that he could see, and he couldn't quite understand, was that his mother kept turning her face away from him. Up till now, she had never been like that. She had always looked him right in the face and laughed with him or at him if he had jelly on his nose or something, but now she seemed to have a hard time even looking at him. He was confused and disappointed, and he must have really shown it. He really loved his mother. They had always been as close as the teeth in a comb, and now she seemed to be fading away from him. He had a vague idea that the reason for her sudden coolness had something to do with what happened last night, but he couldn't understand it. As far as he was concerned, it had been just another way that she was showing her affection for him.
After breakfast he went out in the yard to play for awhile while his mother cleaned up the house and made the beds and so forth, but he soon found that he was having no fun playing. The way his mother had acted this morning had disturbed him, and he just couldn't concentrate on having fun. He waited until he figured that she should be about finished with the housework and then went back inside. She was finished alright, and she was all dressed and looked very pretty and she was sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee in front of her on the little table while she appeared to be trying to watch the morning news on television. But he could tell that she wasn't really watching the news. She just seemed to be staring at the wall on top of the television, and she didn't even notice that he was there until he sat down beside her.
She knew he was there alright, but she made none of her normal cuddling motions until he snuggled up to her and reached up and put his arm around her shoulder and pressed himself against her. His affection seemed to snap her out of it at last, and she put her arm around him and held him tight, but she still didn't say anything. He had to break the ice by asking her if she was alright. He said she acted like she had a headache or something, and then all of a sudden he felt as if he was delirious with joy inside of him as he heard her suddenly start to laugh. It was as if his mother had come back to him after being away for a long time.
But then she quickly got serious again, and he could see her eyes shining from the water in them as she quietly told him that what had happened last night was strictly between the two of them. It was their own little secret, and nobody, but nobody was ever to know anything about what they had done. He had suspected that the change in her today had something to do with that, and he actually wouldn't have mentioned it to anybody anymore than he would go around telling anybody that his mother still had to help him brush his teeth.
But after answering her that his lips would be sealed, he was still not sure why she should be so insistent about it, and why it had upset her so much. What could be so wrong about having a little fun? His childish innocence allowed him to put the question to her bluntly, and she had a hard time trying to answer it in the right way. She did manage to convince him though that things that people did with each other's body, or even with their own body should be their own little secret. It was nobody else's business how they went about having their fun as long as they enjoyed themselves.
She couldn't help smiling when he said that it had been a lot of fun, and he would like to do it again. This was some son she was raising. If she got so much pleasure out of having his little dick eaten now, what would he be like when he got big enough to know what was really going on? But she had actually enjoyed it herself, and the more she thought it over, she really couldn't see any harm in it. As long as he didn't let it leak out, and she was almost certain that he wouldn't, why not have some fun? Maybe she could teach him to take care of her too.
But even though she knew damn well that she was going to do it, she still wanted to take a little time to let both of their passions cool, so she told him to go out and play for awhile, and maybe after lunch the two of them would go up on her bed and play awhile and then take a little nap. She decided that if he didn't bring the subject up again, she would leave him alone. At least for the time being, until she lost control of herself again. She doubted very much that he would forget about it, but she was going to give him the chance to try. She secretly hoped that he would be looking forward to a session on the bed as much as she was. But she was going to let it be his own decision.
The morning passed very slowly, and by the time lunch time rolled around, she had gotten the house more spotless than it had ever been. She was working compulsively in order to try to keep her mind busy with other things, but it was useless. No matter what she did, she couldn't control the feeling between her legs, and she kept looking out the window at him as he played in the yard and wondered what was going on in his little mind. He seemed to have lost himself so deeply in his play that she was beginning to get a little apprehensive. Could it be that he did forget all about it after all?
Even when she called him in for lunch and they sat down at the table and ate, he didn't bring up the subject. He did plenty of talking all right, but it was all about his play, and the bugs and birds and things that he had seen and so on and so forth, and the suspense was killing her. When they finished eating, he went out and sat in the living room with one of his picture books while she cleaned up the kitchen, and she figured that this was it. It had just been a passing thing like the bugs and the birds and his mind had gone on to something else. Well maybe it was better that way, but she was still a little disappointed.
But the day suddenly became brighter, and the birds and even the bugs were singing as she entered the living room and saw him put the book down and ask if she was finished so they could go upstairs on her bed. She assured him that she was finished and told him to go ahead upstairs and get undressed and she would be up in a minute. She was going to make sure that all the doors and windows were locked, and she even took the phone off the hook to make sure that they had no chance of being disturbed. He asked for it, and he was going to get it.
When she got upstairs, he was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for her, and although she could see that his dick wasn't quite hard, it looked as if it wouldn't take much to set it straight. She stood behind him and looked down at the cute little bare body that did not quite reach the floor. He was only about four and a half feet tall, but there was a lot of boy packed into those fifty four inches. And it took only a few seconds of her eyes absorbing that delicious looking naked flesh before the aching in her groin began to take over control of her mind.
When she asked him if he had ever seen a girl with no clothes on, she was happy with his answer that he had seen pictures of them in books. She didn't think to ask whether the books that he was talking about were the dirty kind where the girls were entirely naked, or whether he just meant something like brassiere or pantie ads. She was just satisfied that he evidently knew that there was a difference between boys and girls so that the sight of her naked body wouldn't come as too much of a shock to him. Any boy old enough to turn the pages of a newspaper or magazine would know what the female, breast looks like, but she figured that she would have to do some explaining about the pussy.
She took her clothes off slowly so as not to expose him to something he might not understand all at once. First she slipped her dress off over her head, and then just stood there for a few seconds while his eyes got used to the sight of her in only her bra and panties, and then she turned her back to him and asked him to unfasten the clip on the back of her bra. She could have done it herself of course, but she thought that if he got into the act it might make things a little easier. When he had done it, he sat back down and she turned to face him again as she removed the bra. As he watched her big titties appear, she could immediately see the effects. It was so obvious.
Not only did his eyes widen visibly, but there was beginning to be a little more activity between his legs. She could now see the red end of his cock starting to appear from beneath the fleshy fold that had been concealing it. So far, so good. Without another word, and without looking at him, she slipped the panties down her legs, lifting one foot at a time as she slid them off over her feet. Not until she had every stitch off and had straightened up so that he could see her whole body did she look at him again, and what she saw was very encouraging indeed. The little fat penis had now exceeded it's previous three and a half inch length, and, without measuring it, she imagined it was coming to exceeding four inches. This was going to be better than she had hoped for.
Little Phil not only got another wonderful blow-job that afternoon, but he also got to eat his first pussy and also fuck it when he had finished tasting it. His mother's mind had now been completely taken over by the part of the brain that directs the sexual appetites, and although she didn't know how she got there, she found herself on her knees on the floor between his legs, and she felt the pulsating end of his cock pressing against the opening of her throat. She also felt his hands trembling on the top of her head, and the chubby thighs twitching against the cheeks of her face. She was trying to imagine that she was with her husband again, and the only thing that spoiled the illusion was that the end of the cock didn't reach far enough down her throat.
Her senses slowly returned to her, and she began to realize that she could not really suck this cock off as the boy was too young to be able to ejaculate yet, but she kept it up until she could feel his body calming down a little bit. She didn't want him to become too calm, as she still had some more plans in store for him. In a little while, she lifted her head, letting the hard cock slide teasingly out of her mouth and looked up at him and smiled.
The boyish smile that she received in return gave her the courage to go ahead. She climbed up on the bed and laid down full length in back of him, and told him to turn around and look her over. She still hadn't let him look into her pussy, but that would come pretty soon. First she wanted him to get acquainted with the parts of her body that were the most obvious. He got up on the bed beside her, and with his legs folded beneath him, he sat on his haunches and as his eyes took in the sea of naked flesh stretched out before him, the smile on his face widened even more. He himself didn't know what he was thinking, but he was even enjoying the confusion of his thoughts.
They remained there smiling at each other for a little while. The loving smile on each face that showed the mother's love for her son, and the son's adoration of a wonderful mother. This was a normal thing for them, but this was the first time it had ever happened in a situation like this. The very fact that they were able to continue their mutual admiration for each other while they were completely naked and as hot as a firecracker told her that it was all right to go ahead with anything that she could think of. He was far from losing interest in this little game. One look at the still rigidly erect, still glistening cock informed her that his interest was only now beginning to build.
She reached up and grabbed him and pulled him down on top of her and hugged him tight to her breast. And it was even better than when they did it with their clothes on. He could feel the warm firmness of her titties pressing against his chest, and she could feel the increasing hardness of his cock pressing against her belly. It was time to get down to business. She whispered softly in his ear and told him what she was going to do. She explained that she was going to let him get a good close up look at what a girl had between her legs, and when he was finished looking at it, she was going to show him and tell him what was supposed to be done with it.
He was all for it. The way he was feeling now, he was all for anything that would make his mother happy, and when she told him to move back until he was down between her legs, he quickly and eagerly complied. And as he worked his way backwards on his hands and knees, she pulled her knees up and spread her legs wide apart so that when he was in the right position, he was looking directly into the first pussy that he ever saw. His six year old mind became even more confused at the sight, but one thing was clear to him, and that was that he liked what he was seeing.
She put her hands down on each side of her pussy lips and spread them apart to give him an even better view, and the sight of the soft looking, dark pink flesh and the slightly open hole at the bottom and the tantalizing fold of soft flesh at the top made his hard-on feel as if it was going to burst. And it came very close to bursting when he saw her fingers move from the sides of the opening and the tips of them pulled back the fleshy protrusion and exposed a small shiny knob that looked just like a little penis. And he didn't hesitate a minute when she told him to taste it. He felt as if he was going to pee all over the bed as he leaned forward and stuck his tongue out and felt the hard smoothness of it.
Somehow, his little mind had the idea' that he was repaying his mother for the pleasure that she had given him, and if this would give her any pleasure at all, he was all for it. So after just a couple of tentative little licks, he decided to do the same thing to her that she had done to him that he liked so much, and he drew his tongue back in and opened his lips and sucked the little rod into them. When he felt the big thighs that enclosed his head on each side give a spasmodic jump, he was afraid for a minute that he had done something wrong, but before he could release the hard clit, he felt his mother's hands on his head pushing him back into position. He dug his face deeper into the warm opening and sucked as hard as he could.
Now he knew that he was doing the right thing. He could feel her belly heave and could feel the pressure against his ears as the wonderful, big, warm thighs tightened around his head. The soft flesh covered his ears so that he couldn't hear a sound and his eyes were pressed against the furry patch of hair at the top of her crotch so that he couldn't see anything either. It was as if he had suddenly been transported into a new dimension. A dimension where there was no light or sound, and all that existed was the feelings of the body itself. The feeling of being taken completely away from the cares of the world. The feeling of utter protection from any harm, or from any obligations or any duties. The feeling of being back in the warmth and safety of the mother's womb, with only the soothing beating of the heart to be heard.
But his reverie was suddenly shattered as the hands that had been caressing the top of his head suddenly tightened their grip and pushed his face away from the comfortable warmth that it had been buried in. And as soon as the legs parted and he could hear again, the first sounds that came through to him were the low, moaning sounds that reminded him of the faraway call of a lonesome animal. And although she released his head in order to place her hands once again on the sides of her pussy in order to hold it open, he was still only about two or three inches from the delicious crack when he saw a flood of cream pour out of the little hole.
And even though it was only a six year old mind that what trying to absorb the meaning of the sight of a girl coming for the first time in his life, he suddenly returned to the present as he realized that he was watching another girl coming, and as far as he knew, it was the first time that she had actually released her juices. Both he and Aggie watched breathlessly as they saw Ellen ram her ass down as hard as she could, and they could hear the meaty slap as crotch hit crotch, and even the grunt that was forced out of Jim's lips. Ellen had the entire meat pole buried in her body, and she lingered in that position for only a moment before slowly raising her bottom again until only the head of Jim's cock was inside of her, and then the two watchers could see the reason for her sudden burst of passion.
Not only had he emptied himself in her, but she was also emptying herself. She raised her ass just a tiny bit further so that the head of his dick was visible, yet it was still held in place by the rim of her hole and the creamy flood that poured out of her was obviously not caused by his emission alone.
CHAPTER SIX
It was almost a celebration party as they finally continued on their way to school. Two days ago Aggie had her cherry removed, and today, thirteen year old Ellen had become a woman. She had just shot her first really satisfactory load. But now Aggie had something to think about. Although she had caught up with Ellen in the cherry department, she was now behind her in the orgasm department. Well, maybe when she was completely healed up and ready to fuck, she would catch up there too. It gave her an incentive to work on.
Carol was working on something else. As she headed for her own school that same morning, she was entirely unaware that her kid brother had just sucked and fucked himself silly, but her mind was recalling the events of the day before yesterday when she herself had been fucked and sucked silly. As much as she had been worn out that day, she had been already to go again the next day, but unfortunately she had not made any appointments. But the day had passed, and after she got through with this day of school, she would have the evening ahead of her. There would be two different boys to work with this time, and she was wondering if they had gotten the message from Paul and Carl that she was now interested in having her pussy eaten.
She would have been very disappointed to know that only one of the scheduled pairs of boys would be, showing up on this particular evening. Mark and Louis were next on her schedule, but poor Mark was at this very moment laying home in bed with cramps in his stomach that were driving him up the wall. It could have been a touch of the flu, or maybe something that he had eaten, but when it came right down to it, it wasn't the cramps that was actually driving him up the wall, it was the thought that he was going to have to miss his appointment with Carol this evening.
Not that Louis minded having Carol all to himself, but he was just worried about whether he could handle so much responsibility. He had heard about her new craving for a mouth job, and rather than repelling him, it only turned him on more. As far as Carol was concerned, he was willing to try anything. He was so smitten with her that all she had to do was snap her fingers and he would sit up and beg. And as she was snapping her fingers at him in the woods that night, Mark was laying in bed, and although his pains had eased somewhat during the day, he knew what was going on out there amongst the trees and bushes, and it made him feel even worse.
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His parents had kept Mark pretty well sheltered all his life. Especially his mother. His father may have disagreed with the way that he was being brought up, but he Was busy with his work all the time, and he had little choice except to go along with his wife. Even though he did have two parents, it seemed to him as if all he had was his mother, and although he really didn't understand what was going on most of the time, it would later dawn on him that she was actually jealous of him. And her jealousy made her extremely over protective.
Mark didn't know that his mother was actually furious at the twist of fate that caused her to be born female. Although she seemed to have accepted her role in life, she was actually seething inside. As far as she was concerned, it was a man's world, and females were only put on this world to entertain and cater to the almighty man's wishes and desires. It was true that she occasionally found the opportunity to enjoy her body, such as when her husband's terrifically long and wonderfully fat dick was deeply embedded in her insides, but secretly she wished that it was she who had that dick and was burying it in some other unfortunate female body.
She was as frustrated as a person could be, and when she was finally pregnant, she prayed just about every day that it would be a girl so that she would have someone to share her frustrations with. When the baby was born, the only thing that made her the least bit happy was hearing that it was alive and well. But the fact that it was a boy just drove her deeper into her normal depression. She had brought another cock into the world. How many girls would that cock penetrate during it's lifetime?
Even as she lay in the bed in the hospital waiting for the time that she could go home with her baby, she was wondering what she should do. She knew that it would be up to her to shape the boy's life. She could make him a woman hater, or a woman lover. She could make him a normal man, or a queer. His whole outlook on life lay right in the palm of her hands. What should she do? The very thought of her own son mounting a spread-legged girl almost nauseated her. Maybe she should just try to instill in his mind that girls were just as important as boys and he should have some respect for them. But she knew that an approach like that would be useless, as just as soon as he learned the difference between boys and girls, he would revert right straight back to his animal instincts.
She could only think of one thing to do. The whole world may hate her for her reasoning, but she didn't care in the least what the world thought. As far as she was concerned, she was the world, and the individuals that resolved around her were merely the planets that had become attached to her and were under her complete control. Especially this little baby boy.
Mark's mother would have made an exceptionally good lesbian, except for one thing. She didn't have any more regards for girls than she did for men. To her, every female was just a whore or a prostitute, and only lived to obey the whims of their masters and cater to their sexual fantasies. As a matter-of-fact, she really liked it when she saw two girls or two boys together. She didn't mind at all what they did together, it was when they separated into male and female combinations that she would get aggravated.
As a little boy, the difference between boys and girls didn't matter much to him. All he was looking for was someone to play with. Someone to climb a tree with or to race across a field with. The fact that an expanse of leg was showing didn't enter his mind at all. He had legs too, and what were legs for except to run and chase each other. And it would have taken him a long time to get the idea that girl's legs were more fun than boy's legs if it wasn't for his mother always trying to keep him away from girls. The more that he recognized what she was doing, the more curious he got. His mother didn't know it at the time, but she had defeated her own purpose.
When he realized that he was deliberately being kept away from girls, he only became more interested in them, and he wanted to find out what it was that his mother was trying to hide from him. So it happened that instead of leading a normal child's life, and eventually taking an interest in girls somewhere around the age of puberty, he would up having his first sexual experience when he was just barely past seven years old.
As far as he was concerned, it was a completely disappointing and very unsatisfactory experience, but his mother found out about it, and the violent way in which she reacted only made him look into the matters more deeply. One of the little neighbor girls, about six years old, managed to get past the watchful eye of his mother and was. playing with him in his back yard, and she was wearing a short play skirt that barely covered the very tops of her chubby thighs. Mark kept his eyes on the little legs, and during the course of their playful antics he got many a good look underneath the dress, but all he could see was a pair of yellow bloomers. He knew that it was what was underneath those yellow bloomers that his mother was trying to keep him from seeing. But why? What could she have under there that was such a big secret? He decided that he was going to find out.
He led their little games into a sort of wrestling match, which the girl didn't mind at all, and as he was bigger and stronger than her, it didn't take much time to pin her down. He laid his chest on top of her chest with his head facing towards her legs, and while he had her immobile he pulled her skirt up and pushed her bloomers down around her knees. All this took place right out in the open spaces of his back yard, but fortunately there was no one around at the particular time to see what was going on. His mother must have been awfully busy in the house, or too engrossed in some soap opera on television, because ordinarily she would have been looking out the window every few minutes.
But by some strange set of circumstances, he managed to get away with his little game. At least for the time being. And when he looked at the naked area between the little girl's legs, he couldn't understand what all the fuss was about. He was deeply disappointed at what he saw. He had expected to see something exotic, something strange, something that was worth all this fuss about keeping him away from girls, but all he saw was a little puffy crack running down between her legs.
After he had taken a good look, he pulled her pants back up and then just continued the wrestling session as if nothing had happened. They played together and had themselves a real good time for a little while and after awhile the girl left. His mother wasn't even aware that she had been in the yard, so it came as somewhat of a surprise when the girl's mother dropped over that evening for a visit and spilled the beans. It was nothing unusual for her to visit Mark's mother, as they were good friends and often exchanged visits. But the little girl's mother was an entirely different "sort of person, and when her daughter told her that afternoon that Mark had pulled her pants down, all that happened was that she got a kick out of it.
Mark's mother flew into a rage and went into a violent discourse about the beastliness of men and the self-indulged subjugation of women. And she said that not only would Mark never do a thing like that again to a little girl, but she was going to fix him so that he would never do anything to another girl. The little girl's mother was scared for a minute as she thought that Mark's mother was thinking of castrating him or something, but then she realized that she wouldn't go that far, but that Mark had some terrible times in store for him. She felt sorry for him, and as Mark's mother raved on, she vowed to herself that she would make all this up to Mark. She didn't know how right now, but she knew that she had to do something. Anything.
But as the only half-heard words of Mark's mother pounded against her ears, she began to get a glimmer of an idea. She would pretend to go along with her, but she would get her own kicks out of doing something behind her back that would probably drive her completely mad if she found out about it. She had to pretend to go along with her in order to gain her confidence so that she would be able to invite Mark over to her house once in awhile. When she promised to keep her daughter dressed in pants when she was in Mark's vicinity, it cooled his mother down a little, but she kept stressing the point that the damage had already been done, and every time he looked at that little girl, pants or not, he would know what she looked like. And although the girl's mother couldn't understand the reasoning, and she wondered what difference it made if Mark knew what a girl looked like, she also managed to get the point across that Mark was growing up in a world full of girls, and he had just better get used to them.
There were times when Mark's mother appreciated having his out of her hair for a little while, such as when she had shopping to do or someplace to go where it was inconvenient to be dragging a child along, and those were the times when the little girl's mother got her chance to straighten things out with Mark. She would volunteer to keep him for a few hours while the mother went about her business, and Mark's mother wasn't too concerned anymore as she figured that the other women felt more or less the same as she did. And it was true that Mark needed to play with little girls as well as little boys, just so long as the girls had pants on.
But the pants didn't stay on long after Mark arrived in the house. The first time that Mark was left with her, the mother took him aside and had a little talk with him. He knew that she knew all about what he had done, and at first he was a little apprehensive, but she soon calmed him down. She told him that what they did in her house would be their little secret, and he was pleased to find out that she wasn't mad at all about what he had done. In fact, she told him that she thought it was the most natural thing for little boys and girls to want to see what each other looked like but she told him that they shouldn't do it out in the middle of the "yard where anybody might be able to see them.
If it wasn't for the fuss that Mark's mother had made over the episode, she probably wouldn't have even thought about doing a thing like this, but she was a kind of hot-blooded woman herself, and the more she had thought about the idea, the more it intrigued her. She may even want to get in on it herself.
She told Mark that he would be able to see all he wanted of her daughter, but only if he didn't say anything about it to anyone. And Mark, knowing the consequences of his first transgression, wasn't about to open his mouth. As a matter-of-fact he wasn't that much interested in the idea anyway. He had already seen what she had and he had just about disregarded the idea of girls' bodies being of any further interest to him, but he figured why not? It would be a way of getting back at his mother for the bad time that she had given him, so he agreed to go along with anything that she wanted to do.
The girl's mother had had the whole thing planned and set up even before he had gotten there. She had had a little talk with her own daughter and had extracted the same promise from her about keeping her mouth shut and had told her just what to do. And when the setup had been explained to her, the little girl was much more enthusiastic about it than Mark was. She had never seen a boy with no clothes on before, and although her mother had told her all about boys, and even showed her some pictures of the male sex organ, she was eager to see it for herself. And her mother had told her just how to go about doing it.
Although she would have liked to have seen what happened, the mother decided that things might go along a little better if she just left them alone for awhile, so she just told Mark to go on upstairs to the girl's room where she was playing, and he could join her in her games. She knew what Mark was going to see when he walked into the room. Her daughter was stark naked and she was going to act as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. She was simply going to invite Mark to play with her and sort of let him take it from there. If nothing happened for too long, then she would also invite him to take his clothes off. And her mother would be sitting downstairs chewing her nails while she awaited the outcome.
And the outcome wasn't too long in coming. Mark had known that something like this was going to happen, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly. He thought that they were going to sort of work into it and he had to stop and catch his breath as he walked into the room and saw the little girl sitting on the floor playing with a bunch of toy cowboys and Indians, and she didn't have a stitch of clothes on. Even though he had seen her at one time, and even though she was only a small girl, he had an idea that this was going to be better than he had thought. The stirring inside his pants told him that this was going to make up for all the yelling that he had taken from his mother.
He tried to act just as casual as she was, but her mother had briefed her well and as she kept a close eye on him, she could tell that his mind wasn't on the game. His eyes weren't on the spread-out armies on the floor. They were on the spread-out legs sitting opposite him. And although she was entirely unaware of what was going on in his pants, she had a pretty good idea of what was going on in his mind, and she decided not to wait before going into action as her mother had advised her to do. As far as she was concerned, the time was ripe and most of all, she was getting kind of anxious herself. Her mother's description of boys and the pictures that she had shown her had gotten her into a state where she was probably even more excited than he was. She didn't expect to see the same thing that was in the pictures, as her mother had explained that they were pictures of big men, whereas Mark was only a little boy, so even though he had the same thing, it would be much smaller, and she even illustrated it by showing her the difference between a big woman's pussy and a little girl's pussy. The child had gotten the idea immediately and it had only made her more anxious to get down to business.
When she casually remarked that maybe he would feel better if he took his clothes off, too, it was almost as if he had been waiting for her to utter those exact words. Deep inside of him, he had been wanting to join her in her nakedness, but he was a bit embarrassed. He had never been naked in front of any female before except his mother and that was just a natural thing as she had been changing his diapers since he was a baby and giving him baths almost every night. But this was something different. He now knew that he was much different from girls and he wondered if she would laugh at him when she saw his little meat sticking straight out like a little hard, fat frankfurter. But he wanted to do it, so he wasted no time after getting her invitation. He immediately stood up and started to strip.
He did it as quickly as possible so that he could try to hide his embarrassment by making it look like a casual thing, and as soon as he had everything off, with the exception of his shoes and socks, just as she was, he quickly sat back down and tried to hide his slightly red face by looking down at the floor full of toys. He even tried to conceal the area between his legs by keeping his thighs pressed tight together, but he soon found that it only made matters worse. His dick was so hard that it was sticking straight up along his belly and he knew that her eyes were glued on the scarlet head that protruded from the Y formed by his thighs and belly. But after only a few minutes he gritted his teeth and decided the hell with it. This was the whole idea in the first place and he just opened his legs and sat there and exposed himself to her just as casually as she was exposing herself to him. The only thing was, as yet he could see nothing that she had that was really of interest to him. It would take her mother to introduce him to the things that he had not been able to see and thus was completely overlooking.
The girl's mother waited for possibly a half hour and then she could stand the suspense no longer. She had to go up and find out what was going on. And they both looked up as she entered the room, but immediately put their heads back down again and concentrated on the game. The little girl did it because she was pretty well-prepared for it and even though Mark was more or less prepared, he was still feeling uncomfortable. But the mother noticed right away that the discomfort that she could see he felt didn't extend to the area between his legs. Whatever the feelings in his mind the feelings down below were quite obvious.
She was standing off to his side, and because he pointedly kept his eyes away from her, he couldn't see as well as the little girl could what she was doing. He didn't even notice the smile on the little girl's face as she watched her mother start to take her own clothes off. He couldn't know that the whole idea had intrigued her so much arid had built up such a passion inside of her that as far as she was concerned, it was to hell with everything. She was going to join them on the floor in their little games of cowboys and Indians. She knew that the little naked cowboy's dick was not big enough to get a good fuck out of, but she wouldn't mind a good tickling.
It wasn't until she plopped herself on the floor with them, almost between them that he finally noticed her, and although she tried to act casual as if she was just joining in the game, she watched him out of the corner of her eye and could see that as far as he was concerned, the game was over. His eyes were glued on her big puffed out tits, and her eyes were glued on the erection that looked as if it was about to burst through the skin that was now so tight that it was actually shining. She knew that there was no need to go on with the charade. It was time to go to work.
It was time not only because he was more than ready, but because the whole thing had to be gotten over with before his mother arrived to pick him up and she wanted to get him out of his heat and in proper condition to return to his own home without giving any indication of what had happened to him. She figured that she had just a little less than two hours. If she started now, it would be more than enough time.
She got up and walked over to her daughter's bed and sat down on the edge of it and invited both of them to come over to her. When they were standing in front of her, she opened her legs as wide as she could and positioned on of them at each knee. Her daughter had seen this before but she was still fascinated by the sight of the wide open pussy, but not as fascinated as Mark was. He was no longer looking at just an insignificant little crack, he was looking into a new world. And when she saw that his interest was more than aroused, she told her daughter to sit down on her lap and helped her to extend her legs so that the little legs were on the outside of each of the big legs and Mark was looking bleary-eyed into two pussies. A little pussy that was directly above a big pussy and his swimming mind only slowly began to absorb the fact that girls were more interesting than he had thought.
But even though he was seeing just about everything that he could possibly see, the girl's mother realized that he didn't have the faintest idea of what he should do about it, and she was also aware that he desperately did want to do something about it. She knew that he wasn't able to come yet, but from the look s of his rigidly quivering dick, she figured that some kind of an explosion was about to take place inside of him. And she didn't want to just watch it happen, she wanted to have something intimate to do with it, so she reached out and grabbed him around the waist and pulled him to her, with her daughter still sitting high on her lap, and as she guided him into place with one hand around his back, she guided the erect little sausage into place with the other hand.
He found the upper part of his body pressed warmly against the upper part of the little girl's body so that he was looking her straight in the face as he felt his dick being hotly caressed by a wet, contracting, meaty hole. And he felt the mother's hands on his hips as they pushed him ever so slightly back and forth and the feeling of his dick going in and out of that soft meat seemed to drive him crazy and it wasn't long before he took over the motions himself and all she had to do was keep her arms around him so that he wouldn't pull out altogether.
He was just about as hot as a seven-year-old boy could get and in his passion he tried to put his arms around the warm bodies but they were just a little too short so he wound up with his arms around the little girl and he could feel the backs of his arms rubbing against her mother's big tits. And as he pressed the little girl tightly to him, he reared his ass back and fucked as hard as he could into her mother's cunt. She kept it squeezed as tightly as she could and eventually she even began to feel the results of his actions. It wasn't a good fuck, but it was a very satisfactory tickle, and she knew that if he kept it up long enough she was going to be able to get her rocks off.
He kept it up and she did. He could feel her hands quivering on his ass and pulling him jerkily into her and the shaking of her body transmitted itself right through the little girl's body and into his, and as she suddenly grabbed his ass in both hands and jammed his crotch up against hers, he could feel a warm, wet liquid soaking his dick and running down the inside of his thighs. She had shot a load that she must have been saving up ever since her husband died.
As Mark lay in bed reminiscing, his hand almost unconsciously slid down between his legs inside his pajama pants and found that the memories had stirred his meat into an urgency of activity and as he gently massaged it, he recalled the events that followed. The wonderful woman with the little girl moved away when he was about twelve, and, therefore, he never did get to fuck the girl, who was about a year younger than him, but by that time, he was fucking her mother regularly, and the little girl helped him. He didn't need any help for the first fuck, but as he and her mother were lying there regaining their strength for the next round, she would heat them both up as she sucked some life back into his cock and her mother watched with pride as she watched almost his entire cock disappear into the little mouth. And as the beautiful thoughts flocked through his head and he jerked himself to a fast approaching climax, he wondered how Louis was making out with Carol all by himself.
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Carol had been a bit disappointed at finding only one boy there, but she figured that it was better than nothing and she had better just make the best of it. She was glad to find that Louis had heard about her new requirements and was even gladder to hear that he approved of them. Right now she was lying on her back, holding her legs high in the air and spread them wide apart with her hands under her knees in order to give him all the working room he needed, but as she felt the eager tongue dig into her sensitive flesh, she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold that position for long. The way he was going at it, she was sure that this wasn't the first time that he had eaten a pussy.
Carol didn't know it, but Louis had a very pretty and very horny sister who was about twenty-three years old and married. She never did let him fuck her, as even though she was a hot bitch, she did have some sense. In the first place, she was looking forward to getting married some day and she wanted to save her cherry, but the main reason was that she was scared to death of getting pregnant by her own brother. But she never heard of a girl getting pregnant from swallowing a boy's come and she also knew that a boy's spit in her vagina wouldn't get her pregnant. So it didn't take much to figure out the safest way for her to get her cookies off, especially after she had given him a sample blow-job.
And they continued their fun and games right up to the present, whenever her husband was safely out of the house. She continued her part all the way through, but it was necessary for him to lay off for a short while after the baby was born. So as it stood now, Carol's pussy was only an appetizer. He would be having the main meal sometime this evening when his sister's husband went out for a night of bowling. And this worked out very good in another way, because he knew damn well that he was going to get his nuts off in Carol at least a couple of times, and that would make the coming blow-job from his sister even better
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was Friday morning and the girls again met the boys in the woods, and as Aggie had done for the last couple of days, she stayed out of the mainstream of events. It was just about a week now since she had her cherry broken, and ner pussy was coming along just fine. However, she had decided to wait until Saturday and sort of have an anniversary party. So after first making arrangements with the boys to meet right there Saturday morning and then go to their new secluded spot near the golf course, they settled down to business.
Although Phil had fucked Ellen a couple of times during the week, Ellen had pretty much gotten used to Jim's bigger dick, and was beginning to prefer it. So although Jim was getting most of the pussy now, Phil was far from being left out as Aggie's mouth was just as eager as it had ever been. In fact, she was even able to do a better job now since she was no longer so curious about what Ellen was doing and could concentrate a little more on what she was doing. And Phil really appreciated the renewed concentration as he felt the head of his hard dick sliding into Aggie's tight, hot throat.
Aggie didn't even bother taking her clothes off this time as they were planning on making this a short session and saving themselves for tomorrow, so as he sat down on the grass she just kneeled down between his legs and unzipped his pants and took out the already stiff meat and took it straight into her mouth. He was sitting up, propped by his outstretched arms in back of him and was looking directly at Ellen and Jim. What he was seeing made his cock get even bigger and harder in Aggie's mouth and although she thought that it was because of the exceptional job that she was doing, it was actually because Phil was watching Jim's cock pumping in and out of Ellen's body and he just couldn't wait until tomorrow when he would again be doing that to Ellen.
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It had been a good morning, but none of them had any more that day as they were hoping to get themselves really in the mood for a terrific session in the morning. The trouble was, the lack of nookie all day and the thought of the frolic in the woods the next day made them all hot as hell that evening. And when Carol got home at her normal hour of nine-thirty, she found her parents still sitting in the living room watching television, but there was no sign of Jim. He wasn't in his room, so she asked her folks if he was still out somewhere, but they told her that he was probably down in the basement. That was unusual for him at this time of night, so she decided that she would put on her old-fashioned sneak act once more and see if she could catch him in something that might liven up the evening. She figured that he was still jerking off, as she didn't know anything about his girlfriends, but since she was so busy with her own sex life, she hadn't bothered to try catching him any more. But right now, she was just in the mood.
She knew that if he was doing anything out of the ordinary, he would be on his guard, knowing that there was a household of people, and any one of them could come down at any time. He'd be out of sight of the door, but close enough so that he would be able to hear the door opening. That is, providing that someone who didn't have a sneaky mind opened it. She giggled as she thought to herself about her sneaky mind and she turned the doorknob so slowly that it didn't make the slightest click and pushed the door open so slowly that its movement was almost imperceptible.
He must have had just one small light on at the far end because as she peeked through the crack, the light was so dim that she could just barely make out the outlines of the objects below her. And as far as she could see, he was not one of the objects. He must have been at the other end where the light was. And what would he be doing off in a corner like that if he wasn't doing something that he didn't want seen? She knew now that she would have to see it, so she opened the door just wide enough to slip through and close it silently behind her. So far so good. Now if she could only make it down the stairs without tripping over something or making a step creak.
When she got to the bottom of the stairs she was in the shadows and felt a lot more confident. She knew he wouldn't be able to see her, but she had to stop and listen for a couple of minutes to try to find out where he was. Even after hardly breathing for awhile, everything remained so quiet that she was beginning to doubt that he was actually down there. She knew that jerking off wouldn't make any noise, and she was afraid that if he were doing that, her first clue would come when he started breathing heavily, and by that time it would be too late. She had to take a chance and move around a little and hope that he was so busy that he wouldn't notice her. She stuck close to the walls where most of the furniture and things were and tried to blend in with the shadows as she made her way toward the far end.
The light was coming from a small table lamp with a small, shade-covered bulb on it right in the comer of the basement, and there was a settee in front of it. She was approaching the back of the settee and she still couldn't see him. He had to be lying down on it and she was beginning to think that he was either just lying there reading or had fallen asleep. She wanted to peek around the end of it but couldn't decide which end to go to as she had no idea where his head was. If she wound up at his feet, he would be sure to see her right away, and she didn't want that to happen if he was doing what she hoped he was. She decided to just take a chance, so she crouched down low and went to the end closet to her and looked up over the arm. It worked out just fine.
She was looking at the top of his head and down the length of his body and the line of his body was broken only by the tall meaty mast that was sticking up right about in the middle of it. She held her breath, not only because she was trying to be quiet, but because she was amazed at the size of it. Her kid brother was hung about as good as any of the boys she went with. She was going to let him know of her presence all right, but not because she wanted to tease him any more, she wanted some of that.
He wasn't actually jerking it, but just more or less slowly and lovingly massaging it, and he was so deep in his own thoughts that he not only didn't notice that she was there, but he had no idea in the world that his sister was now standing up in back of him and stripping herself naked. And it wasn't until she walked around and stood alongside of him that she saw how really far gone he was. Instead of jumping and going into shock as she had expected him to, he continued to he there with his eyes closed and a silly smile on his face and his hand continued to gently massage the long fat cock. She knew that she had to take over the action, and she just stood there for a couple of minutes trying to decide how to.go about it.
She kneeled down next to the couch and when his hand was down at the bottom of his dick leaving a long, meaty rod sticking out of his fist, she reached over and grabbed hold of it and took over the massaging action. His eyes opened wide all right, then became as big as saucers as the first thing he saw was a pair of beautiful pink-tipped tits almost resting on his chest just inches below his chin. Neither Aggie nor Ellen had a pair of boobs like that and he had to blink his eyes as he looked up at the smiling face to make sure he hadn't fallen asleep and was dreaming. He wasn't dreaming. It was Carol, and she was as naked as a jaybird, and she was beating his meat for him and enjoying every minute of it.
Right now he was too stunned to do anything else but just he back and see what she was going to do. He knew what she was doing, all right, but the way she was smiling at hi, he had no doubt that she had much more in mind. He was sure she didn't have any evil ideas in mind, such as teasing him about it or blackmailing him, or she wouldn't be stripped to the skin herself. He still had all his clothes on, and only his hard-on was sticking out of his fly and he thought fleetingly that she was taking an awful chance being like that with their parents sitting in the living room right over their heads. But the thought didn't last long as he felt his cock swelling even more in her hand.
Carol was so hot now that she never even gave a thought to the idea that one of the folks might decide to come down and see what they were doing, or to tell them that it was time to go to bed. All she knew was that she now had another cock. And the best part about this cock was that it was readily available. It was right here in her own house and she wouldn't have to worry about going twenty-four hours without one anymore. The way her brother's eyes were fastened on her tits, she knew that he would give it to her any time she wanted it. like right now. But it was too late to get a fuck out of it now as she could feel it beginning to pulsate in her hand and she knew that he was about to blow his load, but she wasn't going to let this load go to waste.
His stomach was tightening as it went into his final throes and he watched as she moved quickly down toward his waist and lean over him. All he could see was the mass of long, silky hair covering the area around his crotch but he could feel the soft lips closing around the head of his dick as her hand continued its round trip along his throbbing shaft. She made no attempt to get any more than the head into her mouth, but from the way she was sucking on it, he thought that she was not only going to get his come, but also draw his balls right up out of their sack. He squeezed as hard as he cold to try to hold it back so that he could enjoy the feel of that hot, wet cavern for just a little while longer, but he found that he no longer had any control over himself.
She didn't let up on her sucking for even a second as the spongy head swelled to its utmost capacity and emitted a hot forceful stream of cream that splashed all the way back into the opening of her throat. By the time she had sucked the last of the liquid out of the hot, smooth head, her mouth was just about completely full and she brushed her hair back off her face as she looked up at him and swallowed it. He watched her throat work as it went down and saw her smile again as she licked her lips. Just the thought of what his sister had just done to him was enough to keep his cock as rigid as it was before she had started. And when she looked at it, she knew that the party was not over yet. She was not only going to get what she wanted, but she was going to get it good.
The only problem that remained was their parents. Chances were very small that they would come down, but the chance still remained. Carol, however, had an idea. It was Friday night, so they weren't required to go to bed early as they were on a school night, so she said she would put on her dress and go upstairs and get a deck of cards. She would tell them that she and Jim were going to play cards for awhile in the basement. They would play down there so in case they wanted to go to bed they wouldn't be disturbed by any noise from the living room. And when she went up and told them, they thought it was a good idea as they were just about to go up to bed. All they told her was not to stay up too late.
She fiddled around upstairs for awhile to make sure they were safely away foi the night and she was bubbling with joy as she returned to the basement, and she had her dress off again even before she reached the couch where Jim was waiting for her. By the time she reached him, she didn't even notice that she had forgotten to bring the cards down. All she wanted to was to make sure that he was still in the same condition as when she had left him and as she sat down beside him, she put her hand on the crotch of his pants and found that he hadn't lost one bit of his interest.
She told him that they had gone to bed and it was safe for them to have some fun and that was all he wanted to hear. Of course, he had surmised that as soon as he saw that she was naked again, but he had still been a little leery. Now, nothing mattered, and he stood up and started to take his own clothes off. She was interested in his whole body, of course, but after giving it a rather cursory inspection, her attention focused on the most important part. She sat there sprawled backward on the couch with her legs spread wide apart and he never took his eyes off the pussy all the time he was getting undressed, and so as he finally stood there naked, his dick was so hard that it was sticking up at about a forty-five degree angle and her mouth began to water as she stared at the huge pair of balls that seemed to be hanging halfway down his thighs as the big meaty eggs hung like weights in the bottom of the slightly hairy sack.
As much as she wanted to feel that big cock in her vagina, she just couldn't help examining that wonderful pair of nuts a little closer and as she put her hands out to him and grabbed the backs of his thighs, he stepped right up to her in anticipation. He thought for a minute that she was going to suck him again as he saw her head moving toward him, but as he looked down at the top of her head he could see that she was a little too low and as her forehead pressed his cock back up against his belly, he could feel her tongue licking teasingly around the bottom of his balls. She found that she couldn't work on them very good from this angle, though, and without even knowing how she did it, he found himself sitting on the couch with his legs wide open and her kneeling on the floor between them.
She put her hands under his knees and pushed them up, and he got the idea right away. He put his own hands under his knees and pulled his legs up in the air as he slumped back on the couch. He wasn't sure what she had in mind, but he recognized that she was very, very hot and whatever she wanted to do was all right with him. He gasped as a ticklish sensation ran all through his body when she opened her mouth as wide as she could and he realized that she was trying to get one of his balls in her mouth. She just about managed to get it through her lips and it was so big that it pushed her tongue back in her mouth and he felt as if he was about to come again as he felt the flat of her tongue wrapping itself around his nut as she licked it and sucked on it at the same time. He didn't know where his sister had learned these things, but one thing he did know, she was a pro.
But she didn't linger too long over her evening snack, as the feeling in her belly told her that she had better do something about her throbbing cunt before it took care of its needs all by itself. She released his balls and stood up and pulled him to his feet and then lay back down on the couch herself. Her throat was so choked with emotion that she wasn't able to explain to him what she wanted, but there really was no need to, anyway. As soon as he saw her legs fly up in the air and stretch so wide apart that she looked as if she would split apart at the crotch, he knew just what his next move would be and he made it.
He had no trouble positioning himself between the outstretched legs and the only trouble he did have was in holding his superbly rigid cock until he could guide it into the glistening wet hole. When he did get it in, it was still so stiff that he thought it would lift her ass up in the air with it when he let go. But all it did was drive a satisfied moan from her lips when he drove it all the way into her body. She certainly was no cherry and as far as he was concerned, that was all the better for him. She was still nice and snug and thoroughly satisfying.
Neither one of them realized that they had hardly spoken a word to each other all the while they were down there, and yet it seemed the most natural thing in the world for them to be lying there on the couch tightly entwined in each other's arms as his ass bounced up and down and he rammed his hard cock as deep and as hard into her guts as he possibly could. And it seemed as if they had been doing it all their lives from the way she just automatically responded by ramming her pussy up to meet him until their crotches came together with a satisfying, meaty slap. Both of them knew that this was the beginning of a long and happy union. Neither of them thought about the dangers of a brother getting his sister pregnant. And Carol wouldn't have worried about it anyway. If she had tried to figure it out, she would have come to the conclusion that as long as she had been fucking, she must have had at least a couple of quarts of come pumped into her and nothing had happened yet.
It didn't take long for Carol to let go and as she thrashed about in the delicious throes of her orgasm she was glad that she had given him that blow-job first. His frantic thrusting in and out of the wet juicy hole just added to the flames and she was almost delirious with passion as the orgasm just seemed to continue on and on. And Jim, knowing that he was now driving his sister mad only continued to pound away that much harder with a beautiful assist by the white hot tension that was again building up inside his own groin. He swung his ass from side to side and up and down as he went in and out, rubbing and exquisitely torturing every part of the inside of her vagina until she was in such a terrific frenzy that she felt as if she was actually trying to throw him off her.
She wasn't, of course, but she f It as if every nerve in her body was on fire and was about to burn right out through her flesh, and her whole body was kicking and jerking and jumping under the pounding that her exploding pussy was taking. His ass and legs were jerking so badly now also that they seemed to be like two puppets blending together as if they were being operated by the same set of strings. He rammed his ass down as hard as he could one last time and it felt to her as if the head of his dick had pierced right through into her uterus as she felt his hot stream splashing against the inside of her cavity. The feeling caused her to come again, and this one was like nothing she had ever felt before.
A kaleidoscopic ball of brilliant fireworks went off inside of her head and she let out a scream that would leave him deaf in one ear for the rest of the night. But it was a good thing that the side of his head was there to absorb most of the noise or their parents might have heard it clear up in the upstairs bedroom.
The piercing sound also served to startle them out of their reverie and they clung to each other as they waited to see if it was going to bring any reaction from above. After a few minutes they figured that even if it was heard, the folks would probably just think that they were just getting excited over the card game and be glad that they were not playing in the living room.
They sat up on the couch side by side and when Carol looked at him and smiled again, the ringing in his ears was so bad that he couldn't tell whether she was saying anything or not. She just laughed as he pounded, his hand against the side of his head to try to get the ringing to stop, but ringing or no ringing, it was worth every bit of it, and he put his arms around Carol and drew her to him and gave her a big kiss on the mouth. He didn't know about the other boys that she had on her string and he was thinking to himself that if she was so hungry for sex, maybe he ought to invite her to the little party in the woods tomorrow.
He decided to take a chance and when he told her all about it, about the girl that he fucked all the time, and the little girl who just had her cherry broken last week and was going to get her first good fuck tomorrow, and all the blow-jobs and so forth, he was actually surprised at her reaction. She was delighted. She definitely wanted to join the party. She wanted to watch the little girls getting fucked. As much as she had done it, she had never seen anybody else doing it. And not only that, but the thought of having a little fun with a couple of young girls intrigued her also. Maybe after the boys had been all fucked out, she and the other girls could get together and take care of themselves. Actually, she had never even though about using girls to satisfy herself before, but the more that Jim described them and their actions, the more she thought it might be a good idea. Why not? She was very much into the pussy eating thing now, and who should know better how to satisfy a girl's pussy than another girl. She could hardly wait until tomorrow.
As Jim lay in bed later that night, he wasn't able to go to sleep right away. He still couldn't get over what had happened to him tonight. But he was wondering if he should have told Carol about his other partners. How would they take it?
Would they resent him bringing in another big, horny girl, and breaking up their perfect foursome? He had an idea that Phil would be all for it, but how about Ellen and Aggie? Well, it was done now and there was nothing he could do but wait until tomorrow and see what happened. If he had known about the ideas that Carol had in mind to liven things up a bit, he wouldn't have worried about it at all. When Carol got through with the girls, they would both love every inch of her body.
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Aggie was in bed now, too, but she wasn't sleeping either, and she couldn't quite figure out why. Was it because she was anxious for tomorrow to come or was it because she was apprehensive about it? Was she ready for it yet? She knew she wanted it and she wanted it badly, but she was still troubled about it. Not as bad as she had been the night before she lost her cherry, but enough to make her toss and turn and wonder exactly what her trouble was. Maybe it was the thought of how much it hurt when she had first got fucked. She didn't expect the next fuck to go as smoothly as all of Ellen's fucks did now, but she knew it would be a lot better than the first time. Even Ellen had told her that it was uncomfortable for the first few times after she had lost her cherry, but the more she did it, the better it got. Well, Aggie was starting on her way now, and although she knew that it wouldn't be easy in the beginning, she couldn't wait until the day when she and Ellen could he down side by side in the grass and get fucked together and come together.
As she thought about it, she slipped her hand inside the elastic of her pajama bottoms and gently rubbed her tender mound. Pretty soon her middle finger slipped into the top of the crack and worked its way down over the hardening clit and dug around looking for the little hole. And it was still little. She could get her finger in it with no trouble now, but the meat still felt tight around her finger, and she knew damn well that Phil's dick was a lot bigger than her finger. Maybe if she worked on it a little bit tonight she could get it a little looser in preparation for tomorrow. She stuck her finger in as far as it would go and tried wiggling it around. It felt good, all right, but it still felt awfully small, like it had contracted again during the week that she had left it alone.
As she ran her finger around the inside of her hole, she remembered how Ellen had once shoved a frankfurter down her throat to see how good she would be at sucking cocks. It had been tight in her throat, too, but it had gone down pretty easy and after she had practiced it for awhile, she was well prepared to take the entire length of a real cock. Phil's cock had slid down deliriously easy and it wasn't long until she was able to take Jim's bigger cock. And now she could take Jim's cock so easy, that she was confident that she wouldn't have much trouble with a full-sized man's cock. In fact, she was looking forward .to trying it.
But what she was really thinking about, was that if a frankfurter had done so much for her throat, why couldn't it do the same for her cunt? She was sure there were some frankfurters downstairs in the kitchen. She listened carefully to make sure that everything was quiet upstairs. It was pretty late, so her folks were most-likely asleep and even if they weren't it wouldn't make any difference as she could just tell them that' she went down for a glass of milk or something if they asked her about it, but this was a very private thing and she would prefer that nobody even knew that she got up.
She sipped out of her room quietly and tiptoed down the stairs in her bare feet and went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. The frankfurters were there all right, in the cold tray at the bottom. She hadn't thought of that. She wouldn't be able to warm it up on the stove, and she didn't exactly relish the idea of sticking a cold hot dog up her pussy. She decided to take it up with her anyway, and maybe she could warm it up with her hands or something.
She got back to her room without being heard, she hoped, and climbed back on her bed. It almost froze her hands at first, but she continued to grip it first in one hand and then the other until it began to thaw a little. Then she got a better idea. Her throat was nice and warm, why not practice her cock-sucking until it was warm enough to put in her pussy? She pulled the pillow down until she was resting the tops of her shoulders on it and leaned her head way back and opened her mouth wide. She could feel a stirring between her legs as she held the frankfurter by one end and slid it down into her mouth and kept pushing until it was deeply embedded in her throat.
It was still pretty cold, but it didn't bother her as the heat in her body was building up enough to counteract it. As she slid it in and out of her mouth and it began to warm up, it didn't take too much imagination to turn it into a real cock, and especially with her eyes closed and her other hand working on her pussy she could see herself lying on the soft grass under the trees getting fucked in the mouth and the cunt at the same time. It was a very intriguing idea, and only made her all the more anxious to get her pussy in shape. Just picture it. Phil fucking her from one end and Jim from the other, and Ellen standing there cheering them on. Of course Ellen would have to be well taken care of, too, because if it wasn't for her, none of this would have ever happened. Well, maybe not ever, but it probably would have been a long time and Aggie would still be playing with her cherry cunt.
She shoved the frankfurter down her throat one last time and held her breath as she reached down with both hands and pushed her pajama bottoms down her legs and kicked them off her feet. Then she pulled the frankfurter from her mouth and spread her legs as wide apart as she could and pulled her knees up. She held her pussy lips open with the fingers of her left hand while she searched for her vagina with the other. When she found it, she held the little hole open with the left fingers and guided the end of the hot dog into it.
The meat was not quite as big around or as rigid as Phil's dick, but she still had trouble getting it in. It didn't really hurt, but she could feel it stretching the hole, and when she did get. a couple of inches of it in, it felt almost too tight. It was still wet from her throat, and her vagina had supplied a little fluid of its own, so she did manage to keep pushing it in without it binding very much, but it was awfully uncomfortable. She knew that the frankfurter was only a little bit longer than Phil's cock, so she gritted her teeth and kept working it slowly in until she was only holding it by about an inch on the end. She just left it in there for awhile and squeezed down on it, contracting and relaxing the muscles of her vagina until she felt them slowly begin to expand enough so that it felt as if it was starting to accept the presence of the big intruder.
Slowly she began to work it in and out, and although it was still a bit tight, it felt much better and again if she closed her eyes, she could picture Phil on the other end of the meat instead of her hand. The belly that had begun to lose some of its heat when she first put it in, was now beginning to come alive again. Her vagina was waking up and she was actually starting to get some satisfaction out of it as she began to ram the meat in and out of her body faster and faster and she was delighted to find that the sensation was working its way up from the area of her pussy right into the very depths of her insides. Her breath was coming in short puffs now, and it was starting to feel every bit as good as when she played with her clit with her fingers. She was definitely making progress. Maybe pretty soon she would even be able to shoot a load the way Ellen could not. And from the sparks that were beginning to saturate her insides, she had an idea that it might be sooner than she expected. Why not? Ellen was the same age as her. Maybe if she could get her body worked up to the proper pitch, it would give her a liquid response also.
She got no such violent response that night, although she did have what might be called several very acceptable orgasms. What she did accomplish, though, was a feeling of confidence about tomorrow. She was sure now that she would be able to take all the dick that Phil could give her, and that would be a very good first step on the way up to Jim's dick, and from there on, who knows? When she began to feel sleepy finally, she pulled the frankfurter out of her vagina for the last time, and not knowing what else to do with it, she ate it, and turned over and went happily to sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The sun rose early on a bright Saturday morning and so did all the parties who were due to meet in the woods later on in the morning. And although they didn't even know yet that the other existed, both Carol and Aggie were the most anxious ones. Well, it wouldn't be fair to say that Carol didn't know that Aggie existed, but she had never seen her and only knew her as a name, the same as Ellen. But she at least had an idea of what was going to happen, whereas Aggie only thought that she knew.
The morning passed, as it usually does, and Aggie found herself walking down the street, and although they hadn't planned on meeting before going to the woods, she ran into Ellen just coming out of her street. They walked the rest of the way together, talking and giggling over the coming events. Aggie wasn't nervous at all now. She was just anxious to get on with it. But she didn't tell Ellen about her session with the frankfurter last night, as she was afraid that she might laugh at her, but she did tell her that her pussy was ready and raring to go. She didn't need to ask Ellen about hers, because she knew that Ellen's pussy was ready at any time. Ellen told Aggie that she couldn't wait to see her get her first good piercing, as except for the time that Ellen got her cherry busted, she had never watched a girl get fucked before.
When they reached the first spot in the woods where they always met the boys in the morning, there was no one there, as they figured that they had gone on ahead over to the edge of the woods near the golf course. Aggie and Ellen made their way through the thicker trees and underbrush and as they were nearing the try sting place, they heard voices. They were expecting to hear voices, of course, but what caused them to come to a sudden stop was that one of the voices sounded like a girl's. What would a girl be doing there? Maybe some other couple was already using their spot. They decided to creep forward quietly and see what was going on.
They saw, all right, and they were surprised as hell. Jim and Phil were there, and there was another girl with them. A big, very pretty girl, and Jim was holding her dress up and showing her legs and probably her pussy, too, to Phil. Jim and the girl had their backs to them, but Phil was standing facing them. He couldn't see them, though, as his wide eyes were glued on a spot just below her waist. And the girl was giggling as Jim seemed to be running his hand along her thigh and Phil was intently examining whatever it was that she was showing him.
Aggie and Ellen didn't know what to do now. Should they turn around and go back? No, they couldn't do that. The boys knew damn well that they were coming, so this girl must be just another one that they had somehow induced to join their little club. They decided to go right on up to them and find out what was going on. And the boys were so intent on the girl's naked pussy that they didn't even notice the other two girls until they were standing right there with them looking at the new pussy, too.
The sudden discovery that the girls were there surprised Carol and the boys just as much as the girls were surprised to see another girl there. It wasn't actually the fact that the girls were there that unnerved them, but the fact that they managed to sneak right up on them without anyone noticing them. Now they realized how important it was to make sure that someone was on the lookout. Suppose it had been one of their neighbors or some friends of their parents that just happened to be taking a stroll through the woods!
Anyway, when they all settled down and regained their composure, Jim introduced Carol to the girls, and the way that Carol smiled at them made them both like her immediately. They figured that she was going to be a fun addition to their group. But actually, behind Carol's smile was a deep satisfaction as she looked over the two little girls. They were young and tender and pretty, and above all, they were knowledgeable. Maybe not about what she had in mind for them, but it wouldn't be too big a step from what they were doing now to what she hoped to persuade them to do. She also was thinking that they were going to be a fun pair.
Since the first act was going to be the fucking of Aggie by Phil, Carol would have to hold her passion back for awhile. Jim had told her of the importance of this fuck and she didn't want to interrupt the kids' ceremony.
No need to be pushy Carol knew that these young people were ripe for some extra lessons in life and sex. And when she saw the now naked of bodies of Aggie and Phil she was assured that the teacher world get as much out of the lessons as the pupils did.
