Dog
Star’s 
Our Pool
Since my niece, Jenn, was one of them, the wife and I let the neighborhood kids swim in our pool during weekends in the summer months. Inexorably, the assembly tended to be mostly girls my niece’s age or younger. I didn’t mind that in the least. That day would be no different in many respects, but worlds apart in others. It all began with Megan.
The girl had a one-piece bathing suit on. She walked up to me as nonchalant as could be and asked me to help her take it off. “I gotta go pee,” she said. I couldn’t very well refuse, especially the way she was fidgeting like she really needed to go. I helped her slip the tight little suit down and off. My reaction was a natural one. No sooner was her pudgy little cunt exposed, I grew rigid. She noticed. “What’s that?” she asked me, but I shooed her away to the bathroom. As she ran with her legs tightly together, I watched her chunky little buttocks rock, and that rocked my world.
I tried to take my mind off what I saw, but with the other girls in and around the pool, I couldn’t do it. My niece’s friend Erin made it especially hard (and I mean that literally) with her tiny little bikini and those nubby nipples poking at the fabric.
When Megan came running back out of the house I was so stiff I ached. She said, “Can you help me with my bathing suit, mister?”
I helped her step into it, but before I pulled it up, I couldn’t help myself, I lightly touched her fat little cunt lips. She giggled, but it wasn’t from that. She was staring intently at my lap as my hard cock twitched within my shorts. It was as if time stopped. She reached over and touched the bulge, and giggled again. I looked around to see if any of the other girls were looking before I pulled down my shorts a bit and freed my dick.
Megan touched it tentatively, her little fingers running over its surface as her eyes grew wide in wonder. “What’s that?” she asked once more.
I ignored her question again and lifted her up to sit on my lap, her suit still down around her legs. “Does that feel good?” I asked as my throbbing cock nestled within the crack of her little ass.
She giggled once more and squirmed a bit, like she was exploring the sensation, the warmth of my hot, engorged manhood against her cool skin. When she squirmed a little bit more, I came with an intense rush and a soft groan. She squealed out in joy as she felt the heretofore strange phenomenon of a throbbing cock and spewing hot semen against her little backside.
My groan caught the attention of another girl, Erin, who was climbing out of the pool at the same time I ejaculated. Little Megan was cute and desirable, but Erin was the doll of the bunch. She was a bit older than the others (her baby sister was also in my pool). She walked up to us and said “Mister Porter, is Megan okay?” I don’t think she knew what to say, not quite understanding what she just saw.
Yes, she’s okay. She just went to the bathroom, right Megan?”
“Yes!” she declared with a serious head nod. “Mister Porter helped me with my bathing suit because nobody else would.”
That sounded good to me, since she was bound to tell this to someone, someday, and I wanted it to sound as innocent as possible. Making it like a game, I picked up Megan (after readjusting my shorts) and we jumped into the pool. I surreptitiously cleaned my cum from her little body while the other girls teased her for not having a suit on. “She took it off to pee, that’s all, and now she’ll put it back on.” I carried her from the pool and helped her into her suit. Whether Erin or any of the others suspected anything nefarious they didn’t let on.
My wife was another matter. Bev had been looking out the window and knew exactly what had gone down with Megan. “You came on that little girl, didn’t you?” she asked. I loved Bev. She knew my predilections and I knew hers. That’s what made ours a happy marriage. When I admitted everything, she shook her head and said, “Oh Ted, be careful.”
During the week I didn’t get any cops knocking on my door so I figured it was safe to open my pool to the kids the following weekend. Everything was cool until Erin and another girl named Sarah asked me if it would be alright to take off their swimsuits and go in the pool naked. “Megan said she liked it,” Erin said, “and my brother is always saying how neat it is to like go swimming without anything on.” Sarah added, pleading “Can we? We won’t tell anyone.”
“It’s okay by me. Nobody can see into the yard anyway. Will any of the other kids tell, because that’s what I’m worried about? You do know that I can get into trouble for this?”
“No one will tell, Mister Porter,” Sarah said. “We don’t want you to get into trouble. You’re so nice to us letting us use your pool.”
Of course I was nice, and I was about to receive fringe benefits of being nice.
With tittering glee, Erin and Sarah slipped out of their little two piece suits. I tried to keep my eyes in my head but it wasn’t easy. Both girls had the cutest little nubbins on their chests, not yet to be called breasts but growths nonetheless. And both were still splendidly hairless, their tan-lines accentuating youthful bloom. I was instantly stiff, and had to shift in my poolside chair so it wouldn’t show so much. Plenty of giggles and laughter from the pool as the two girls teased the others to join them, and the others teased back.
One of the boys, his name Parker, was obviously in distress, and Erin picked up on it. She giggled, and I heard the word “stiffie” amid whatever else she was saying to him. It seemed Parker was being urged to remove his trunks, and the girls were all waiting breathlessly. He suddenly climbed from the pool, and I thought he was going home under the onslaught, but instead he dropped his trunks at poolside and dove back in. For a scrawny young kid he did have an impressive erection.
For the next half-hour, the girls touched him and he touched them, exploring as kids have done for millennia. While this was going on, more and more removed their suits until my pool was full of naked kids. The youngest ones were rather bewildered by the whole thing while the burgeoning sexuality of the older kids was in full display. I remembered the exploratory touching—the “playing doctor”—of my prepubescent youth. That’s what I was admiring, and being aroused by. They didn’t know anything about sex, but they sensed what was happening to their bodies in response to all the nakedness.
I stood and walked to the pool’s edge. “Now kids, remember you can’t tell anyone about this. It’s our secret, right?”
All heads nodded in agreement. That’s when a couple of the girls giggled and pointed at me. I knew what they were pointing at but it was confirmed anyway when Erin said “Mister Porter has a stiffie like Parker!”
I did indeed.
My niece was one of the gigglers who suddenly said, “Uncle, why don’t you take your shorts off too?”
I weighed the pros and cons of doing so, but only for a few seconds as I dropped my shorts to the ground. I heard quite a few gasps from the assembled bathing beauties. Mine was considerably more formidable than Parker’s. I dove into the pool to join them. Every girl wanted to look, to be close to me. Some wanted to touch, and I let them. I was so damned hard I had to explain a man’s erection to them. This led to further topics of sex education. One girl told of how she spied on a big sister having intercourse with her boyfriend. Erin boldly announced that sex sounded like fun, and wanted me to demonstrate—on her!
“Sorry, Erin, it’s not because I don’t want to, but you all are much too young and too small for this,” I said, pointing toward my aching erection.
Wide eyed, Erin blurted out “You mean it won’t fit?”
“I’d probably hurt you instead of making you feel good.”
That’s when horny Parker came forward. “What about with me?” he said to Erin.
Erin didn’t know what to say, so I spoke up and announced “no sex in my pool.” I’d already crossed several legal lines, but that ‘contributing to the delinquency’ line wasn’t going to be crossed today. We swam around, and I played some touching games with several of the girls. Parker was looking from girl to girl, imagining how he’d use that cock of his. After a while, one after another of the kids climbed out of the pool and sat down on their spread towels. No way could I hide my erection from them so I didn’t try. Maybe it was my turn to visit the bathroom, I thought. Suits were being put back on for the walk home, and I once more admonished them not to tell anyone about our little skinny-dipping party.
“Can we go naked next time, Mister Porter?” asked Sarah.
“We’ll see,” I said, “but it has to remain our secret.” They all agreed, and I had to trust them.
I put my shorts back on and pondered masturbating as they all went home. Little Megan even stopped and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I guess that was for helping her out of her bathing suit. I began picking up, but was surprised to see Danny lingering by my back gate. Her name was Danielle but everyone called her Danny. She was a quiet and somewhat shy beauty, with long golden hair and cute dimples.
“What can I do for you, Danny? Did you forget something?”
The little seductress walked right up to me and said, “Can you teach me about sex?” as she undid her top and let it fall to the patio floor.
“I’m not the one to teach you, sweetheart,” was all I could think to say, my brain fried by her brazen advance.
“Nobody else will,” was her cryptic reply as her little bikini bottoms slid down her coltish legs.
Danny was one of the pretty ones I always watched, so I had easily noticed Danny’s lithe little body among the naked kids in my pool earlier. She may be shy, but there was no shyness here. She was slightly older than many of the others, and showed signs of pubescence, with a soft golden down beginning to sprout on her pubic mound, noticeable up close as the setting sun shone on her. The small bumps on her chest were topped with the tiniest of areolas. What she had was beautifully pink. She had the cutest tan-lines that were only slightly blurred by today’s skinny dipping.
I had a tough decision to make. I shouldn’t touch her. I should get her back into her bikini and send her home. But if I did that she’d be disappointed, and maybe angry at me, and then what stories would she tell? Like women before her, a scorned Danielle would certainly tell everyone about our little nudist party today, and then the next sound I’d hear would be the slamming of a jail cell door. On the other hand, what if I gave her what she wanted? There was no denying my desire for the nymphet, with her standing before me begging to be deflowered and my cock stiff and begging for relief—a need for relief building all afternoon.
I reached down and picked up her bikini parts as she stood in anticipation before me, gazing at the bulge in my shorts, now knowing what I looked like unencumbered. “Are you sure?” I asked, giving her a chance for second thoughts.
Her head bobbed excitedly, so I said, “Let’s go in the house,” and I scooped her into my arms to carry her inside.
She giggled, sounding like tinkling glass. With one hand under her ass near the juncture of her thighs, I felt the first drip of moisture. She was wet! Whatever trepidation I may have had, it was banished by the look in her eyes and the juices flowing from her. Unlike any other man I knew, I actually hoped my wife had been spying; if she had been, then she’d know enough not to let Danny see her once we were inside. I carried her directly to the bedroom, where I laid her on the bed before dropping my shorts to the floor. I climbed onto the bed and lay next to her, caressing her in several places as I said, “Why do you want sex, Danny, and why me?”
Some fear slipped through her resolve, but she told me how she spied on her older sisters having sex and it looked so good, and how her sisters bragged about it. “Brittney says that the best ones are the big ones, and yours is way bigger than her boyfriend’s. I saw it…go in and out of her, like that.”
“Did it make you feel good watching them?” I asked her.
“Oh yes! It, like, got all wet and tingly…down there…” she said, as she moved my hand to rest on her pussy.
“It’s wet now,” I said, slipping a finger between the outer folds of her immature vulva. “Is it warm and tingling too?” She nodded yes. I lazily rubbed my finger up and down and around, but not too deep. “I guess you’re right, Danny. Your body is telling you it’s ready for sex.” Her breaths were growing shallower by the minute, and my finger was getting wetter. I scooted up a bit so my erection was closer. I urged her to touch me, to feel it, to get acquainted, so to speak. As she rubbed and squeezed my rigid shaft, I explained sex in as simple terms as possible, including the concepts of insemination and impregnation, which she undoubtedly had heard before in sex education classes kids get nowadays.
“Have you watched your sisters a lot?”
She smiled dreamily and said “Yeah, they like told me when their boyfriends were coming and my mom wasn’t home, so I knew where to hide…and watch. My sisters like sex a lot.”
It sounded like they did, indeed. They were sixteen and eighteen, and babes, though the most beautiful of the sisters was the baby, the one currently in my bed and about to have her cherry popped.
“Did they explain things to you, like it could hurt the first time?”
“Amanda told me her first time didn’t hurt at all, and she had a big…orgasm.”
That was encouraging news. Her hand and her eyes were on my cock, probably mesmerized by the pre-cum dripping from its head. I smiled, and said told her a bit about orgasms. “I bet when you watched your sisters doing it with their boyfriends you touched yourself down there.”
She looked at me wide-eyed, “How do you know?”
I explained how natural masturbation was, all the while going crazy, my cock aching and wanting to fuck her hard. Had to go slow, though; I couldn’t spook her. “See, your body was telling you wanted sex.” My finger was still rubbing her lightly, and I was beginning to see the physical results manifested in her body movements. Her hips were undulating ever so slightly as a fine sheen of sweat developed all over. “Did your sisters explain how much the mouth is used in sex?”
“I saw Amanda suck on…her boyfriend, if that’s what you mean.”
“Yes, that’s one kind of oral sex, but did you see the boyfriend using his mouth on her?”
“Ah…no.”
“Let’s start with a kiss,” I said.
“Kissing is part of sex?”
I said “Let me show you,” and my lips met hers. She was taken aback a bit by the intrusion of my tongue, but between the kiss and my finger’s relentless efforts she was into it in no time, practically writhing against me. Without prelude, I moved my lips down until I had one of her little nipples between them, sucking ever so slightly. Her soft moan sent shivers down my spine, so when she reached again to grasp my cock, I couldn’t take it anymore and unloaded several long, milky streams all over her. Her moan turned into a yelp of surprise.
I explained what had happened to me, and how all the day’s activities up to having her beauty so close to me set me off. She touched the semen tentatively at first, then began to play with it as I explained the biology of it all.
“That’s what makes babies?” She asked incredulously.
“That’s why when we have sex I’ll wear a condom. Do you know what they are? I hope your sisters’ boyfriends use them.” She knew, and yes, she saw them on the boyfriends’ cocks. I loved the fact that when I said ‘when we have sex’ she never blinked. She looked at my wilting dick, and I didn’t know if she knew all the ramifications although I was certainly thinking of them; however, I was sure I’d get it up again with Danny’s cherry ripe for the taking. “Why don’t we go in the shower to wash all that off?” I said, pointing to all the cum that she’d smeared across her chest and tummy.
She thought it was cool showering with someone else. I on the other hand thought it was extremely hot. As we washed up, I asked the obvious question that in my arousal I failed to ask. “When are you expected home? Will anyone be looking for you?”
“My mom thinks I’m over Erin’s house, and Erin won’t tell.”
“Erin knows you…what…I mean, that you’re here?”
“Yeah, but she won’t tell anyone.”
I washed her, and my cock had the expected response, rising again to the challenge. She saw it and giggled.
I helped her towel dry and then like before, I carried her back to bed. We kissed again and then I went down on her. Except for a little soapiness, she tasted like honey. I worked my tongue between the folds of her sex until I found the nub of her immature clitoris. “Oh,” she cried out, “that feels good, right there…” Maybe it wasn’t that immature after all. I worked that tiny nub until she was squealing with delight. When I stopped, she begged me to continue. I gladly obliged. I slid my tongue as far as I could into her, in essence to explore the nature and extent of her hymen. It was substantial enough that I had to be prepared to help her past the initial pain.
She was squirming and squealing so much I knew it was time for the main entrée. I moved upward and gave her another kiss before asking her if she was ready. She whispered “Yes” and so I got off the bed and retrieved a condom and some lube from my dresser. When I looked at her on the bed, I was in awe. I was about to deflower an angel. Her golden blond hair fanned out on the pillow. Her lithe little legs were spread and ready. Her beautiful pussy moist and open ever so slightly, a hint of the sweet pinkness within. She had a hand at one nipple, unconsciously touching it, making the small bump puckered and stiff. Her mouth hung open, her eyes were staring at me, and her breathing labored.
I unwrapped the condom and rolled it on. I took the bottle of lube and rubbed a liberal amount onto the condom, especially at the tip. I climbed onto the bed and got between her legs, which on cue she spread wider for me. “You are so beautiful, Danny, and I feel so lucky being the one. Are you ready?”
She smiled radiantly when I called her beautiful, and with a hitch in her breathing she said yes, she was ready. I was probably a very imposing figure to this innocent virgin, hovering above her with my erection like a sheathed dragon ready to strike. I pulled the fattest pillow from the bed and placed it under her ass, propping her up to a good level. On my knees, I pulled her legs to me and placed the head of my swollen cock at her slit and slid into her about an inch. She jumped, startled by this new stress on her virgin vagina.
I stopped, letting her get used to it, and give her the chance to change her mind while I still had the will to listen to her if she did. Once I got farther in I may not have the will to stop.
The next time I pushed, I shredded her cherry and her startled jump was accompanied by a tiny yelp. I stopped again, and surreptitiously glanced down to see if there was any blood. “It hurt,” she whimpered, and in the most soothing voice I could muster reminded her of my earlier warning.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, not really meaning it but I had to ask anyway. She silently nodded, so I pulled out and immediately went down on her again. Her little clitlet was my target and I hit the bulls-eye. I ignored the blood and the lube to lick her until she was squirming again. I lifted my head up to look at her face, and said, “Now that your hymen is gone, it’ll feel like this, only better.”
I didn’t wait for an answer. I got back between her young thighs and after applying a new dollop of lube, reentered the blond nymphet’s tight vagina. I went slowly; she was so damned tight I couldn’t go faster without hurting her. I wanted to use her facial expression as a barometer of how she was taking it, but her unnerving stare into my eyes foiled that idea. She wanted to be fucked, so that’s what I did.
What surprised me tremendously was how quickly she got into the rhythm. Within minutes of my initial slow thrusting, she was bucking her hips and reaching for me to pull me deeper, though I couldn’t have gone deeper if I tried. I bumped her cervix a few times but except for an “oomph” each time, it didn’t seem to bother her none.
I was getting precariously close to cumming when I asked, “Is it what you expected, sweetheart?”
“Yes…oh…yes!” she exclaimed, and moved her hips ever faster. A more experienced woman would have yelled for me to go faster, but she was letting her body do the talking.
To my utter amazement, her body ‘spoke’ by writhing and shaking and bucking uncontrollably. I’d expected nervous paralysis, her body not understanding what was being done to it by this first penetration, yet here she was zooming to orgasm like it was innately imprinted in her psyche, as perhaps it was in her virginal nymphomania.
I moaned deeply and shot my load at the head of her cervix, with her vagina walls pulsing climactically and a steady keening sound escaping her precious lips. I was curious to see how much I filled the condom, since it felt like I ejaculated forever. She continued to convulse long after my cock began to wilt and I let it slip from her vagina’s grip.
“You’re not a virgin anymore,” I said, smiling at her as she smiled back. “How did it feel? Was it everything you thought it’d be?”
“I was so scared at first, and then it like, hurt at the beginning…but then…I don’t know…it sorta started to feel good, like when you put your tongue down there, but only way better.” She suddenly lurched forward and kissed me hungrily. “Will you…can we do it again?” she asked after the kiss.
“You don’t mean now do you?” I said, then answered my own question. “Some other day, sweetheart, if that’s what you want.”
Still lying next to each other on my bed, she hugged me and said that’s what she wanted. I explained that she would most likely be sore tomorrow from me taxing her young vagina muscles, and once more cautioned her not to tell anyone. I looked into her beautiful blue eyes and said, “You know, I feel like the luckiest man in the world to be your first. You are so beautiful and desirable, sweetheart. I feel privileged to be the one you offered your virginity to. It could have been any eager boy, but you chose me, and I’ll always remember and cherish this day.”
She learned quickly the role of the tongue in kissing.
I pulled the spent condom off, and she studied it and the copious amount of semen within, probably reminded of its power of impregnation if not captured within the ultra thin layer of latex.
We showered again, and she once more expressed her enjoyment of having a man wash her. I spent a few moments exploring her budding breasts under the shower’s spray. She didn’t have much more than bumps, but I could feel the potential that would someday rival her older sisters’ impressive cleavage. For now though, they were unbelievably beautiful just the way they were. After dressing, and with one more word of caution to not tell anyone our secret, she walked home.
“You should feel like the luckiest man in the world, taking her cherry like that,” Bev said after Danny had left.
“She is the cutest, isn’t she? I’ll be dreaming about her for days.”
“Don’t get carried away, big boy. Spying on the two of you got me hot. I want you.”
It took her a while to get me up again, but I did her right, making her cum just like the young girl earlier in the same bed.
I did dream of Danny all night, and awoke with an aching erection that Bev was happy to relieve. I closed my eyes and thought of her here in my bed, smiling up at me with her golden tresses splayed around her head on the pillow. I came so violently I lost track of the number of ropes.
Then I began thinking of the next time the kids would use our pool.
I hadn’t seen or spoken with Danny since our heavenly late afternoon, so I was a little nervous as my niece Jenn led a group of kids to my pool the following weekend. When Danny did arrive with Erin and Sarah, she walked to me and whispered “Hi” and “Thank you.” So I knew I was okay. Then I saw how Erin was looking at me, and suddenly I wasn’t so sure. She knew; Danny must have told her, if not everything, then just enough to be dangerous.
Young Megan approached me. I wondered if she’d ask me to help her out of her suit because she had to pee, like last time, but this request was a little different. “Mister Porter, can we take our bathing suits off again like last time? That was fun!” she said, then giggled.
I scoped out the kids in the pool to see if they were all the same as in last weekend’s skinny-dipping event. “You all were here last time. Megan wants to take off her suit. Do you all want to do it again?” When I got a pool-full of yeses and head nods, I reminded them not to tell anyone about it, and turned to Megan to help her out of her little one-piece.
I saw suits being thrown out of the pool amid much giggling when Megan said, “Can I sit on your lap again?” Good God, could she mean what I think she means?
“Sure sweetheart, but wouldn’t you rather go swimming?”
“I will after.”
Instead of sitting in my lap facing away, I picked her up and sat her down facing me. She giggled when she felt my cock stiffen in my shorts. I let my eyes wander over her body, taking in the sweet look of her pudgy, immature pudenda, the swell of her child’s tummy, and the small fleshy pre-breasts that already showed despite her not being close to puberty, though how would I know how early girls reach puberty nowadays?
She giggled again and said, “I like you, Mister Porter.” So what do I do when a girl says she likes me? I eased my shorts down, let my stiff dick out, and ran the shaft between the folds of her vulva. She giggled mightily as she gazed downward, spellbound by what was going on in the heaven between her chubby thighs. With each passing moment—and giggle—I knew that more and more of the swimmers stopped to stare at us. A few of them, even if they couldn’t see the fleshy detail, knew what was going on. Especially Danny. A thought occurred to me while I closed in on orgasm: would Danny be jealous, and would that increase my risk? I might have to employ some damage control later.
“Oh…sweet Jesus,” I moaned as my cock started jerking and spitting.
Megan yelped “Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee” and began laughing at the feeling and the spectacle of my spewing member.
Erin had climbed from the pool, and as she approached my cock twitched again at the sight of her. “You didn’t, like, put it in, did you?”
“No Erin, darling, that would’ve been wrong,” I answered. She was close enough now to see semen everywhere in my lap. She uttered a small moan and swooned a bit. “Could you take Megan to the pool to rinse off, please? I need to do the same.”
She picked the girl up from my lap and walked her toward the pool. I stood, dropped my shorts, and dove into the pool as I had the previous weekend when the kids challenged me.
There was definitely a heightened level of pheromones in my pool, and no chlorine could change that. A couple of the boys had erections and the girls were paying attention to them. As Danny waded toward me, I spotted Parker at the far end of the pool with my niece. Jenn was facing away from him, and by the way they were moving I knew they weren’t doing anything else but fucking. I figured my niece hadn’t quite reached puberty yet, so why should I stop them? At least their orgasms were quiet ones, so the other kids, who certainly knew what the two were doing, didn’t have to be reminded of what they were missing out on—at least in my pool on this beautiful afternoon.
“Can you make love to me again?” Danny whispered.
“After everyone leaves?” I asked.
“Like before.”
I had a date.
After the kids put their suits back on and left, I didn’t have one girl waiting for me, I had three. Danny, Erin and Sarah entered my house, and I led them straight to the bedroom. Would my wife be spying again?
Erin said with a hitch in her young voice, “I saw what you did with Megan. Was that sex?”
I had three of the loveliest lolitas naked and surrounding me. My cock stood at attention when I answered her, “Well, it was for me.”
Danny asked, “Did you want to put it in her…like you did with me?”
“I couldn’t do that, she’s too young.”
“But you wanted to.”
“She’s a cute girl…and I’m a man,” I said sheepishly while motioning to my erection.
Erin said, “Do you think I’m cute?”
“Oh, you’re more than cute, all three of you. You’re as beautiful as fairy princesses.
Sarah said, “Will you have sex with us?” She turned to glance at Erin. “Erin and I are…virgins, like Danny was.”
Danny added, “Show them how good it feels, like with your tongue.”
This was heaven. I had three aroused pubescent girls in my bed and I played with them while they played with me. Sarah was especially tasty; her tiny pearl of a clit much more sensitive than Danny’s, and I was rewarded with a sweet shot of virgin pussy juice that was out of this world. When Erin saw Sarah’s reaction to cunnilingus, she begged for her turn. Erin proved to be even tastier. The big question now was who I would deflower first. Danny actually settled the issue by saying that Erin deserved to be first because she saw me and Megan up close. I guess I didn’t see how totally aroused it had made the girl earlier.
Two of my cherubs, Danny and Sarah, unrolled the condom onto my stiff cock while I spread some lube in and around Erin’s pussy, explaining to her what it was and why she needed it, though she was already quite lubricated from my tongue’s ministrations. As I’d done with Danny, I propped Erin’s lithe little ass upon a pillow and went to work. Damned if she wasn’t tighter than Danny! I didn’t encounter much of a hymen on the way in, though I saw the distress written on her face anyway, probably by the sheer trauma my adult cock was inflicting on her preteen vagina.
Before I could say anything, Danny was at her friend’s ear, whispering “It’s okay, Erin, it’ll feel way better in a minute.” I got Danny to rub her nipples and Sarah to caress her pubis and clit, and I began fucking Erin. Simply looking at her beauty, not to mention her vise-like tightness, I knew I wouldn’t last; my focus being on holding it long enough to get her there. The other girls’ ‘helping out’ was a great idea. Erin soon was moaning loudly, and bucking her narrow hips to meet each of my thrusts.
I actually groaned the word “Awesome” as I came. And I came buckets, my hands holding her tight little ass cheeks as I unloaded. Danny giggled because she knew what was happening.
Erin sure felt the throbbing of my ejaculating member stuffed within her clenching vagina, for a loud moan escaped her lips as she bucked her hips frantically, the orgasmic convulsions overwhelming her body.
Sarah uttered “Wow!” She was suitably impressed and wanted to go next, so I had to explain the need for male recovery to her.
After removing the condom, which Erin wanted to study much like Danny had done, we ran out to the pool and jumped in. I felt like a teenager again having these three luscious preteens draped all over me like they were. We horsed around, kissed and fondled until my buddy began to rejuvenate—and Sarah duly noticed.
I carried her back into the house with the other two in tow, dripping water everywhere but not caring a lick, and upon digging out another condom, I went at her. I ended up hitting three-for-three in the cunnilingus game. Sarah was already soaked—and it wasn’t pool water—by the time I slid my tongue into her. This girl will be a squirter, I theorized. Although her pubis was bald, she had the most breast tissue of the three; puffy nipples too on her cherubic body. Erin and Danny now knew what to do with those breasts while I was busy below. I absently wondered if they’d done a little lesbian exploration yet. I’d have to suggest it. And if they did, I’d love to watch.
For a little variety (and because Sarah had a rounder ass) I did her doggie, making sure Erin and Danny understood it wasn’t all missionary.
Sarah was tight, though not as tight as her lissome friends. She certainly was a virgin though, since she bled a bit when I popped her cherry. She didn’t cry out. She took my full length like a trooper, and quickly was pushing her ass back at me to meet my thrusts and making funny sounding cooing noises like a pigeon. I moved my hands from her hips to her tits and squeezed the puffy little nipples as my rhythm grew faster.
Her orgasm hit like a nuclear blast. She screamed, and for a moment I wondered if I’d hurt her, but the spray of pussy juice that shot out of her convulsing vagina told me otherwise. Those hot, tight, throbbing walls milked every last drop of semen out of me.
Erin and Sarah were totally satisfied with their first times, or so they said, and after once more warning them of potential soreness, and more warnings about telling anyone, I sent them on their way. I watched the three animated, giggling beauties and their beautiful little bikini-clad asses walk away, and through the elicit fear wondered what it would be like to have these de-virgined pretties as fuck buddies. I figured that was heaven on earth.
Bev said, “You bastard…taking three cherries! Someone’s going to talk, and then what?”
I told her I wasn’t worried.
One weeknight while home alone, out by the pool, I heard the gate open and figured one of the neighborhood kids wanted to swim (or maybe Danny, Sarah, or Erin was looking for an encore). Instead, it was Danny’s older sisters, Amanda and Brittney, and as they approached me I figured I was in deep shit.
“Hi,” Amanda, the oldest said. “We know all about what’s been going on over here, and we wanted to see the fucking pedophile who took our baby sister’s virginity.”
“Hey, I’m not a pedophile. Your sister is a beautiful girl and she begged me for it, especially after watching you two with your boyfriends. I care for her and I didn’t hurt her. You should think about your own promiscuity before accusing me of anything.”
Amanda said, “I would have been bullshit if you’d denied everything.”
Brittney said, “Yeah, but you’re lucky that Danielle liked it and she likes you. We wanted to see what she sees in you, mister.”
I moved my arms out to the side and said “Here I am. I’m not an ogre.”
Amanda said, “No, you’re not an ogre, in fact you’re not that bad looking at all.”
That’s when Brittney changed the subject and said “Can we, like use your pool, or is it only for the little kids?”
“Any time you like.”
The time was now. Without another word they stripped and jumped naked into the pool. They swam around, making sure I got a good look at their luscious teen figures. Amanda called out, “Why don’t you join us.” I didn’t hesitate. I dropped my shorts and dove in. Amanda swam up to me and felt my cock, which was fully erect under the waterline. She turned to her younger sister and said, “Maybe he’s not a pedophile after all.”
Brittney joined us and took her turn stroking my erection. She said to Amanda “Why don’t we show him how a woman does it.”
Okay, so maybe they were older than my pool bunnies, but sixteen and eighteen are hardly women. I was going to love this. They both had marvelous racks, which I explored fully while wading in the pool. I leaned close to Brittney and whispered “Do you get as wet as your baby sister did?” as my hand went to her young, shaven pussy.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh yeah,” she murmured back.
We climbed out of the pool and staggered into the house. They took turns blowing me, both very adept with their mouths. After a little of that, I retrieved a condom which they delighted in unrolling onto me. I fucked sixteen-year-old Brittney, nailing her doggie style (“My favorite” she said) as her sister looked on. Brittney was s screamer.
Amanda said it was okay, that just seeing her sister cum was good enough for her. She leaned towards my ear and whispered. “Don’t ever hurt my sister.” I knew she meant Danny. I was safe from jail, at least for the moment.
No cops at my door yet, though news of our pool parties had spread among the preteen set; the weekend arrived and so didn’t more boys that before. When the signal was passed to remove bathing suits and they all began coming off, Bev made her appearance. The kids froze when they saw her, but she said, “Don’t worry about me, kids. If you want I’ll take my bikini off too.”
Several of the boys shouted “Yes!” as they eyed her full breasts barely contained by her bikini top.
Bev untied the bra and let it fall, and I swear I heard the boys let out a collective gasp. When she dropped her bottoms and dove in, several of the older boys swam to her immediately. They all wanted to feel her breasts, and she let them. Boys could be mesmerized by the mystery of a woman’s tits, but I knew the preciousness of freshly budding ones. Parker had the biggest cock, so like in the animal kingdom, Bev let him go first. Holding onto the edge of the pool, she spread her legs and urged the boy into her. Since several of the girls held my rapt attention at that moment, I lost track of the succession of boys who my wife serviced. I was busy taking the virginity of a dark-haired beauty named Trish, as my ‘harem’ of Danny, Erin and Sarah gathered around us.
Each summer weekend, we repeated the skinny dipping pool party, as well as the after-party nubile orgies. I provided condoms and got to watch horny preteens learning the joys of sexual intercourse around my pool. The younger girls lined up to have me lick their tender bald pussies, declaring the experience to be quite ticklish—and “fun.” Danny was a fast learner, sexually driven beyond her tender years. She was so willing to experiment and try just about anything, I had to dissuade her from anal sex after her sister Amanda told her how good it was. That would come in its own time. Bev joined in occasionally, but mostly allowed me to have my fun. One particular day I’ll always remember is the time we had a three-couple orgy right in my living room. I fucked Danny while Parker did Erin and Sarah rode a kid appropriately named Peter. The voyeurism heightened the sex, for the orgasms were the loudest I ever heard.
When I watched young Megan run around the pool, I remembered the day she asked me to remove her swimsuit. I thought to myself, now that’s a cherry I’m going to love adding to my collection.
Someday soon, I mused.
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