Dog Star’s 
Paradise
The place had no colorful brochures. You won’t find a web site on-line. It won’t show up in a Google search. You won’t hear much word-of-mouth mention. If you really want to go, and someone can vouch for you (and you can afford it) you’ll find out about the resort one way or another.
A friend of a friend of a friend knew what I liked and cautiously fed me some information. Mind you, just a hint of information, but enough to gauge my interest and make me want more. Of course I wanted more. I had some skepticism though. You know what they say about “if it sounds too good to be true,” don’t you? I researched the concept and found two obscure hits. Both seemed to corroborate the information I was given. I had a telephone number, so I took the plunge and called.
The person I was forwarded to on the phone was vague enough to be secure, but I got enough new information to make up my mind. I crossed my fingers and made a reservation.
Four days later I received a packet in the mail with forms to fill out and fax. The fee was documented along with all the amenities, though the most important amenity was only hinted at. The guest was responsible for booking airfare, but the resort, which turned out to be in Costa Rica, would provide transportation from the airport upon arrival. I laughed to myself when I realized that, unlike all other vacation resorts, “double occupancy” was never mentioned. I faxed in my reservation form, called a travel agent for flight possibilities, and rearranged my accounts so I could pay the fee.
Soon, I had a confirmed reservation and a ticket to Juan Santamaria. I packed as they suggested and off I went on my adventure.
I was met at the airport by two men who spoke serviceable English. They got me and my bags into a new-looking Range Rover, and soon we were on our way. They said we were traveling west, heading into the province of Alajuela. One of the men said that the area was famous for its wildlife preserves, but with a smile he added that the resort had its own form of “wildlife.” “Si, things will be very private,” he said.
Somehow I had the idea the place would be in a jungle, but the road we took seemed to be on a rolling plain, and passed more farmland than jungle. As we turned onto other roads, the surfaces grew rougher until we were traveling on nothing more than ruts, shaking the shit out of the vehicle. The driver eventually declared that we were minutes away from arrival.
The resort was not as I pictured it. There was no large welcoming sign. This wasn’t the set of “Fantasy Island.” No Mr. Roarke or Tattoo there to greet me. Instead, my companions drove me around the compound in a sort of tour. That’s when I saw them. Sitting on a crude bench in front of a rough-hewn cabin was a pale white man and a young dark-skinned girl. Both were naked, and the girl looked to have been servicing him, though she stopped and waved as we rode by. In that brief view, I pegged her to be nine or ten. I was going to like this place.
One of my guides explained that I would have a nicer cabin. He didn’t say anything about girls. We followed a circuitous route and ended up at a large building which was the resort’s office and admin building. The driver said he’d wait for me to check in. The other fellow ushered me into the air-conditioned office, and I was introduced to Maria, who was an assistant manager.
“Welcome, Señor.”
“Please, call me Bill,” I said.
“Very well, Bill. Here is everything you need to know about mealtimes, the compound’s facilities, and of course, the rules. A map is there too.” She took the map and circled where my cabin was. “Everything here is open to you, and well within comfortable walking distance.”
“By ‘rules’ I assume you mean with the girls.”
“Yes, that is true, although we do have some boys available as well, if that would be your wishes. The rules are few, and are stated in what I have just handed you. They are simple, really. Our little companions are fully trained to please guests such as yourself, yet they are not to be injured in any way. If any one of them does not wish to accommodate your needs, feel free to request another. They all know that no punishments are given for such dissatisfaction, unless of course it becomes routine. There are no keys here, but if a guest abuses this trust or does not follow the rules in any way, they will be expelled without recompense. Is everything understood?”
“No problem.”
“For your first day, Bill, we like to arrange that a group meet you at your accommodations. You may choose one or more at your leisure. Do not worry about those you do not choose. They fully understand their place here and will not be offended. I suggest that after today, you choose one companion at a time, so as to be sure other guests have a proper choice, though I tell you it is a suggestion only.”
“When will they visit?”
“I will arrange for them to be there in one-and-a-half hour from now. That should give you time to unpack and shower. Is that adequate?”
“Oh yes,” I said, and returned outside to the Land Rover. My driver took me to my cabin, which indeed seemed more of a country cottage than a cabin, and helped me bring in my bags. A shower sounded like a great idea, but first I looked over the sheets of paper Maria gave me, particularly to see about meals and such. While I showered I became achingly erect just thinking about what was to come. I pulled on some shorts and waited. I noticed a bottle of complimentary champagne, which I uncorked and poured a glass. It was exceptional.
They didn’t knock; they simply opened my door and walked in, smiling and saying hello in heavily accented English. There were five of them, all clean and beautiful in short little peasant dresses of different colors that barely covered their asses. The five were relatively dark-skinned though one was certainly blacker than the others.
“You are Bill?” asked one dark haired beauty who stepped forward, probably because she had the best command of the English language. She pointed one at a time toward the others as she introduced them to me. No way did I understand the names, though hers sounded like Magdalena. At that moment a young boy their age entered. The girls said something to him in Spanish I didn’t understand.
I said, “I’m not into boys.”
Another of the girls explained to me that this boy, Carlos, was there to “learn” what was done. “He will watch only,” she said.
With a little tittering among them, the girls pulled off their dresses and then clustered around me. They were not wearing anything underneath, as I suspected. My shorts were pulled down and one of the girls began licking my cock, which was already springing back up nicely. Some words were exchanged among the girls as they urged me to the bed and fell all around me. As each girl took turns sucking me, the others were luxuriously massaging every part of my body.
The one named Magdalena whispered in my ear “Would you like to taste my cunt?”
I turned to look at her smiling face. “Yes,” I croaked.
As in some mostly silent ballet, the rest of the girls moved away from me on the bed as I lifted up the small girl and laid her atop me facing the opposite direction. I stared in near disbelief at the prettiest little bald cunny I ever saw. Her light coffee coloring extended to the pudgy little folds of her girlhood. I slid my tongue into her as one of the others began sucking my dick again. There’s something intangible about the sweet taste of a young girl’s flower. As I licked her, her skinny legs tightened around my head. I really didn’t expect her to orgasm, so when she cried out and I received a light spray of pussy juice on my tongue I was more than pleasantly surprised.
The girls took turns sucking my dick and caressing my balls. It was so heavenly that my mind detached itself from reality. Maybe that’s why I hadn’t cum yet. I glanced over the edge of the bed to see one of the girls shoving a dildo up Carlos’s ass while he was on his hands and knees. I guessed that was practice. His little dick wasn’t so little any more, as I saw the spike standing up and proud. When I looked back up to the girls surrounding me, playing with me there on the bed, and saw their bald pussies glistening like they were wet, I came like a fountain.
No way did I know what they were saying. They chattered away, pleased with my seminal output, and happy to play with it, spreading my goo over their lithe brown bodies like it was balm.
The black girl, whose name sounded like Allima (but don’t quote me on it) whispered to me in broken English that she was wet for me, and that she hoped I would “pick” her for my special friend. I appraised her as I hadn’t earlier. She had long jet-black hair that was very coarse and kinky. Her areolas were her only bumps, not having sprouted true breasts yet. I put my hand between her thighs and slid a finger into her. She was indeed very wet. Her full lips were sensuous (and I’m talking about both sets of lips now). Her dark-as-coal eyes bore into me, like she was trying to see into my soul. How a girl so young could look so worldly was one of the mysteries of this place. Needless to say, I had recovered nicely and was hard again.
I hoarsely said, “Can I taste you?” indicating my tongue and pointing to Allima’s cunt.
She smiled and said that first she had a job to do.
By this time poor Carlos had been reamed good and knelt there glassy-eyed and stiff-cocked. Allima climbed from the bed and went to him, saying things I didn’t understand though they sounded soothing to the ear. One of the other girls handed Allima a bottle, which she tipped and poured some of its contents into her hand. When she reached behind and worked the viscous liquid into her anus, I got the picture. She was lubed up and ready for Carlos’s next lesson.
In this act, Carlos didn’t require much coaching. Allima, on her hands and knees, climbed onto the bed next to me. This darkest of cherubs offered her ass to the boy and he took it. She closed her eyes and except for a few winces, the only emotion she showed was a smile. I was a voyeur for the small sub-plot. I watched Carlos swing his narrow hips like they were hinged as he fucked Allima’s ass. While still on my back, I moved my head under Allima’s and raised my lips to hers. When our lips touched, her eyes flew open but her smile never wavered. She met my tongue in mid-thrust.
What happened after was a blur. Carlos grunted a few words which I assumed to mean “I’m cumming.” While he filled Allima’s rectum, she moaned loudly, setting my teeth to vibrate. Allima then jumped up, and without further ado straddled my erection and lowered herself onto me. It still amazed me that a girl so young could be so aroused. Regardless of how wet she was, she was also very tight, and had to work at getting my length and girth into her vagina. She moaned and laid down on my chest. Then she began to fuck me, slowly at first since I stretched her quite a bit.
She muttered my name, and said, “Please pick me…I like you…you make me cum good,” and other things.
With her being so damn tight, and those little nipples tantalizingly rubbing against me, I couldn’t hold on any longer. I unleashed stream after stream of semen right at her cervix. She screamed out an unintelligible string of words as her amazing orgasm hit, her vagina walls clamping down so hard onto my shaft I couldn’t have extricated myself if I tried.
For that greatest of moments—sexual release—it was just me and her in the room. That was until the other girls and Carlos began applauding and cheering our performance.
Like a small band of wild animals, all of them except Allima got up, grabbed their clothing and left my cottage in giggling splendor. Allima curled up next to me and told me how good our sex was. I had no doubt it was good for me. Whether it was equally good for her was a mystery, her words notwithstanding. She certainly felt and sounded like she had a great orgasm, but these things can be faked, as every man knows.
I guided her to the shower and helped wash the remnants of both mine and Carlos’s semen from her. “Are you allowed to eat with me…the guests is how I’ll put it?”
“Si, if you wish I can have…” she struggled for a word, “…dinner…with you, Bill, but you tell Maria so it okay.”
“That’s very nice,” I said. While she washed my cock with a certain amount of reverence, I exaggeratingly bowed to her and asked, “Will you have dinner with me young lady?”
She giggled and told me she would be very pleased to do so, though not in so many words. What I discovered is that she loved showers, since they were a luxury she didn’t get to enjoy unless with a guest. Maybe that’s the reason for her “pick me” pleading. As we dried off, I admired my young companion once again. Skin the color of dark chocolate, she was indeed a little beauty. Though she barely reached my chest, nonetheless she already showed signs she’d be an Amazon some day, with a proud, round ass and muscular thighs. For now, however, she was young, fresh, petite, and mine. I reached for her with one hand at her cheek and the other caressing a nipple, and told her I wanted to kiss her again. She thought that was okay.
I wanted to toss her back onto the bed and fuck the shit out of her, but dinner came first. I dressed while she threw her simple sundress back on. We walked to the main building where the dining room was located all the while she held my hand and stayed tight to my side, occasionally looking up at me as if to assure herself of my continued affection. I gave that assurance by impulsively lifting her into my arms and kissing her deeply, one hand squeezing her tight little bare ass as my cock responded in kind.
When I set her back down to the roadway, she said, “After eat, we go to cabin and fuck again? I make you cum good.”
I told her that was my plan, and she smiled broadly as we continued on our way.
I wasn’t quite sure how dinner would be served. The resort’s literature probably spelled everything out, but obviously I’d been ‘distracted’ and hadn’t read any of it yet. Allima and I were escorted to a table and handed menu cards, like in any restaurant. I turned to my young companion and asked if she knew what was good. She beamed because I’d asked her. “I tell waiter,” she said with a flourish. She ordered in a Spanish dialect I couldn’t follow if I tried. I took the opportunity to glance around the room. Many had a man and a girl sitting at them. One had a man and two girls, one of them quite young indeed, maybe six or seven years old. Sitting at one other table was a man with a boy (not Carlos) on his lap. The man was feeding the boy, while the boy squirmed as if giving a lap dance, which I assumed was the point.
The meal was unidentifiable but delicious. While we ate, I saw the man at the closest table to us reach under the table to slide his finger into his young companion’s pussy. She giggled and took a banana from the table and slid it into her mouth, pantomiming fellatio. I figured the two of them wouldn’t be in the dining room long.
The boss lady, Maria, toured the room. When she arrived at our table, she cast an assessing look at Allima before asking me if I was enjoying my stay so far. I nodded toward Allima while assuring her that so far things were fantastic.
After Maria left us, Allima mischievously pointed to a banana on our table and declared that she could do that too, but even better. I told her that I would expect a demonstration.
On the way back to my cottage, Allima mentioned a river that ran along the edge of the resort. She explained how all the kids go there to swim, and assured me with a broad smile that there were no cocodrilos in the river. Taking me by the hand we walked through the woods to the river. We weren’t alone. On a small beach at the river’s edge was a man screwing a girl from behind. They were both wet but I couldn’t tell if it was from just coming out of the water, or sweat. I stopped in my tracks to watch. The man was in much better shape than me. He had a long cock, and couldn’t quite get his full length into her vagina, bottoming out each time, signaled by the girl’s grunts.
Allima was staring too. She turned toward me, and either from my expression or the bulge in my pants, deduced “You are man who likes watch, si?” She was right. I’ve always known I was a voyeur at heart. She then said “I see how you look at me when Carlos fuck my ass.” She pointed at the copulating duo. “I make you happy. You watch now.”
She pulled off her dress in a flash and ran to the river. I couldn’t hear if she said anything to him, but she got onto hands and knees and planted herself in the sand right next to the other girl. The man glanced up at me, smiled, and pulled his dick from the first girl and buried it in Allima. He rhythmically fucked her for about a minute before easily moving back into the first girl.
I let my loose pants drop and started jerking off to the sight of them. I was mesmerized not only by the man’s ass as he thrust (I admit it) but by the way the girls both took it in the cervix. I also marveled at his staying power, for I was already set to cum. As I sprayed a copious load onto the grass, he said something in Spanish, which I later assumed to be “Who will get my cum.” Allima glanced up at me to see that I’d ejaculated, so she deferred to the other girl, who received a prodigious cum shower from the stud.
He waved to me as the two of them waded into the river pool while Allima returned to my side. My cock was still in my hand, dripping the last remnants of cum when Allima knelt at my feet and cleaned the drippings with her divine lips. Then she implored me to join her in the water. We went down the small sandy strip and waded into the water, joining the other couple. The man was a Spaniard so we had a difficult time communicating, but the message was clear: he was enamored with Allima and wanted to know if we could trade girls. My attitude was probably counter to the resort’s so I left it up to Allima. Her expression spoke of indecision.
I made the decision for her. Pointing first to the other man and then at myself, I said. “Why don’t you have fun with a man who is built a whole lot better than I am?”
Allima kissed me lightly then said barely above a whisper, “I make him dream of me when he go home.” She winked then added “I see you before you leave so you remember Allima too.”
“You’ve already done that,” I said.
Now that her conscience was at rest and not worrying about abandoning me, she gleefully joined the younger man, and his companion came to me. She said her name was Mary, though I rather doubted it was. It would do. Now that she was next to me, she seemed even smaller than I’d assumed. How the hung Spaniard managed to fuck her like he did I couldn’t comprehend, though I knew I’d find out a thing or two shortly. Her chest was marvelously flat, with no hint of breasts around her tiny, ruddy nipples. Her skin color was café-au-lait and her hair was brown and very long. Her smooth little pussy wasn’t pudgy at all, simply a cleft that begged to be licked and explored.
I told Mary my name, and smiled as she struggled with it, sounding like “Beeeel.”
“How much English do you know?”
She said, “I know to make man happy and fuck.” I guess that was her job description in a nutshell. “We go to your house?”
“Would you like to swim first?” I asked.
“We swim and then fuck.” That sounded like a great plan to me.
Allima and the Spaniard had gone, probably to his cabin. I imagined what it would be like to watch the two of them, and I grew stiff. I’d have to look for them and ask. In the meantime, my new friend Mary thought my erection was her doing and seemed pretty proud of herself. She hugged my body close and palmed my cock, looking up at me with her captivating big brown eyes. “Let’s swim,” I said while urging her toward the water.
The water was really too warm to enjoy so we didn’t stay long. I asked if she had any clothes there, and she replied that she didn’t wear any, that she liked being naked. She held onto my stiff cock like a lead as we walked to my cottage, picking up my clothes as we walked.
On the way to my place, we saw other couples and threesomes openly engaged in sex acts. We saw the boy, Carlos getting buggered by a big fat dude. Carlos was trying hard to look like he was enjoying it. We saw Magdalena astride a tall blond Nordic-looking man on the front stoop of his cabin. I was leaking pre-cum like you wouldn’t believe by the time we reached my place. I paid it no thought earlier, but a hammock was strung between two trees at the side of my cabin. I picked up Mary and managed to tumble into it without falling back out on my ass. As I’d done with Magdalena earlier, I got Mary turned around facing the opposite direction and slid my tongue into her girl-slit. She tasted a bit salty, and I wondered if it was from either the river or the Spaniard’s cum. Regardless, she was still delicious.
In my wildest dreams leading up to this vacation, my own pleasure was paramount. However, these young girls amazed me with their level of arousal. I wondered idly if it was learned or hereditary; as I licked and probed Mary’s tight little slit, I was rewarded with her sweet nectar of lubrication along with mouse-like squeals of joy. She was rubbing my cock throughout, though my cock needed no additional urging to be ramrod hard.
She deftly maneuvered around on the hammock without dumping either of us. “We fuck now,” she said.
She shimmied her little body down until my cock-head was at heaven’s door. Like a sweet cherub, she rested her head on my chest as she slid downward; with inch by inch of me going into the tightest snatch I’ve ever had the pleasure to entertain. The tip of my cock bottomed out—I was as deep into her as I could then go, and she knew it, for she lifted her head and gave me a glassy-eyed smile. I thought about her getting fucked by the Spaniard, and figured that maybe he’d pushed through into her womb, if that was physically possible. I didn’t know.
She somehow locked her feet into the hammock’s mesh, raised up from my chest, and began rhythmically raising and lowering herself onto my cock. Her tiny little ass and those skinny legs of hers churned. There was no way I’d last a minute with her velvety tightness milking me like that.
Mary squealed with delight when she felt the first of my ejaculatory spasms. I don’t know how the squirt did it, but she got her vagina walls to clamp down even harder and in her high, lilting voice said, “Oh, Beeeel, you cum lots!” Indeed, she managed to get more ropes of cum shooting out of me than I could’ve ever imagined. Then when she cried out “Make good babies!” and shook all over, she nearly scared the shit out of me with the sudden overpowering orgasm.
Amazing!
We fell asleep like that, entwined in the hammock. It was dark when she woke me and I felt all the bug bites. “We need go inside,” she said. I felt like saying no shit.
We’d been insect dinner for quite a while, and both looked it. The bites were more prominent on me with my pale skin than on her, but she was bitten pretty badly too. Like she’d lived in the cottage her whole life, she rummaged around in some cabinets until she pulled out a bottle of liquid (I couldn’t read the label) and said we needed to rub it on for the insect bites. We made a game of it, and along with the soothing balm, her pleasant giggling warmed me to the core. I pointed to her nipples and said that they must be bug bites too, and needed to be soothed. I took each in turn between my lips and lightly sucked on them, feeling ever so slightly the nubs that would soon grow. She swooned, and once more I was amazed at her state of easy arousal. I reached down and slid a finger into her slit, and indeed she was wondrously wet. She looked at me with her big eyes and said that maybe I had some bites that needed soothing too. She sucked my cock like a pro, and I guess that’s what she was even at her age.
I thought of her tight vagina and knew I needed to fuck her hard. She knew it too. She got onto her hands and knees on the bed and one look at that little ass and the precious cleft between her thighs and I was ready. I nailed her harder than I thought she was prepared for, yet she took all of it.
She hollered out “I cumming! I cumming!” though whether she really was could be debated. She shook like crazy, but I bet they trained these girls well. Nevertheless, I was cumming too. I filled that tight little vagina with so much cum her creampie was a steady flow. She flipped over on her back after I pulled out, and examined the semen dripping out of her. “Ooooo, make baby! Make baby!” she declared.
I doubted she’d reached puberty yet, but who knew nowadays? “You want a baby?” I asked, rather incredulously.
“Yes, Beel. I want baby. Baby is sweet…look like you…white skin…good.”
I couldn’t understand the dynamics of these girls wanting to get pregnant. Was pregnancy an escape from their life here? Was a kid having a kid a status symbol? Would they end up as black market babies, and this yearning pure economics? Maybe I didn’t want to know.
Mary clung to me throughout the night which made sound sleeping difficult. I can’t say I was that rested in the morning. My cock was sore, so I begged off when she tried to initiate something. I suggested a shower and then a walk to get breakfast.
“Why put clothes on?” she asked me when I began to dress.
“I don’t mind going naked outside, but it’s not proper in the dining room.”
“Okay, I get dress and meet you at dining room.”
I watched her naked little ass wiggle as she joyfully ran off. This place will end up spoiling me for life, I mused. I leisurely walked toward the main building, not seeing anyone out and about since they were probably still in bed. I wondered how many girls and boys were getting fucked at that exact moment. I wondered how Allima was getting along with the Spaniard. I wondered if she’d already been traded in for another girl.
Mary was already there when I arrived, wearing a bleached white sun dress and colorful sandals. We were the only folks there to eat breakfast, so the cook made an elaborate meal for each of us. I watched Mary devour hers, again wondering if these meals with guests are the only real food the kids get.
When we were finished and exiting the building, Mary waved goodbye and went off to who knew where. Perhaps my speculation about food was correct; now that she had serviced me sufficiently and been fed, she could move on, whether that meant rest or going to service another guest. I walked back toward my cottage, wondering how I was to get another companion. I spotted a group of kids spanning various ages (and levels of undress) who seemed to be headed to the river. I followed them, of course.
This was their play time; their free time to do what kids do, so I kept my distance and swam by myself. Now a bit closer, I recognized a couple of the girls as part of my welcoming contingent. The oldest boy there was maybe thirteen or fourteen, and obviously post-pubescent, unlike the girls. He seemed to be not only the de facto leader, but also the girls’ favorite, for an obvious reason—he was superbly hung. I wished I had his equipment when I was a teen. I would’ve had my way with every girl in school. The group was curious at my presence and probably, me being a guest, curious as to why I didn’t approach them for sex. When I left the water and plopped myself down on the grass beyond the little beach to air dry, their curiosity won out and they moved toward me en masse.
The older boy had a good command of English, and wanted to know all about me and how come I didn’t have a girl with me. True to their learned nature a couple of the younger girls climbed onto my lap, and with the feel of their warm flesh, their sweet scent of innocence, and one look at their bald little cunnies, my erection sprang skyward and they giggled heartily, fully knowing what they’d done.
The boy brazenly asked “Mister, do you like boys?”
“If I did, I’d let you do me in a heartbeat with that cock of yours,” I said with a laugh, not at all serious. He liked my comment though, shaking his long dick to and fro, which impressed the girls more than it did me.
Remember, I told you about my voyeuristic tendencies. I pointed to one of the nubile creatures who seemed to be the most enamored with the boy, and asked if he wanted to fuck her.
He smiled and said, “I like to fuck them all.”
“Why don’t you?”
As if the thought never occurred to him, he frowned, but then his smile returned at the same time his cock began to stiffen and rise. The girl who was fawning over him suddenly wasn’t so sure anymore. He looked at the assembled girls like a lion sizing up which prey to chase down. He obviously chose his prey, for he summoned one of the older girls (who appeared to be on the cusp of puberty) and she obediently got on her hands and knees in front of him.
I had a vision of Tarzan and Jane watching them; a primitive, visceral coupling. His thrusts were accompanied by loud grunts (both his and hers). The rest of the girls and I were their audience. This was way better than jerking off to porn. The young, sweaty bodies were right in front of me, and a bevy of little cuties were taking care of my needs with their little hands and mouths.
“Tarzan’s” rhythm kicked into high gear, lifting “Jane’s” knees from the grass, plowing that long rod of his deep into her vagina, which appeared to be very forgiving. With one final thrust and yell, he pulled out and sprayed her ass with a prodigious amount of gism. Then it was my turn. To several giggles, stream after stream of cum zipped from my cock, coating my little friends. They liked it.
I congratulated “Tarzan” on his performance as we all moved from the shade back to the river to rinse off (and cool off under the scorching sun). I never pondered (honestly!) having sex with anyone as young as some of these girls. I pulled the cutest of the bunch aside and as best I could, asked if she’d been penetrated before. With “Tarzan’s” help, the girl indicated that yes, she had been fucked, but not by a “big one.” I pointed to mine, and after a long hesitation, she took my hand and we walked to my cottage.
As best I could make out, her name was Asunción. She couldn’t have been older than eight. She had all the attributes of someone her age: a round, cherubic face; a little-girl tummy, accentuating her navel; pudgy outer labia that demanded to be kissed and licked; and a cute, dimpled ass above stick-legs. I wanted to hold her and caress her all day, which is exactly what I did.
Her ‘training’ led her to think that as soon as we arrived at my cabin, we would have intercourse. She matter-of-factly climbed onto the bed on hands and knees and presented her tight little ass to me. I stood in awe of the sight of her, my erection painful. Her coffee-colored skin was aglow from the mid-day sunshine streaming through a window.
“Asunción, we won’t have sex right away. I want to enjoy you in other ways first.”
Whether she knew what I meant or not, she clambered off the bed, came to me and hugged me, very aware that she was hugging my stiff cock in the bargain. “I like you. Make happy,” she said. Oh God, her warmth and that smile! I had no doubt she would make me happy. On my bed, we played some tickling games, and I had her giggling uncontrollably. I turned tickling into kissing, moving my lips over her luscious little body. Her skin was butter soft, and I relished in its feel against my lips and tongue. Keeping her cunt for last, I was crazy with anticipation by the time I got there. The taste of a young girl is indescribable. I used my tongue like a probe, exploring her as yet underdeveloped vulva. She giggled more than moaned, which was okay by me; she was a little girl, after all.
My cock was so damned stiff, and I leaked a fair amount of pre-cum. She used a finger to dab some pre-cum from my cock, and licked the liquid with a flair not lost on me.
She stared at my engorged cock and said, “Too big…hurt,” and she was probably right. Instead, she stroked me two-handed while I buried my tongue deep into her delicious crevice. I was amazed once more. My tongue tip felt the outline of her hymen, which though not intact, remnants still remained.
She yelped as I sprayed rope after rope of cum all over her head and face.
We took a quick shower, within which I mostly washed her hair.
Little Asunción turned out to be a nature child. She wanted to be outside and she didn’t want to wear anything. I was okay with that. Naked, the mismatched couple that was us—the tall, pale white, adult guest and the light-brown pixie—walked down the road. I left the decision of where we were going to my little friend. She giggled a few times as she watched my dangling cock sway as I walked. When she laughed, I reached down and swatted her bottom, which got her giggling even more.
She took me to a clearing further down river from the tiny beach, where a rudimentary playground had been set up—a tire swing, a crude see-saw, and a welded monstrosity of monkey bars that only Salvador Dali could love. Two girls were there, sort of lounging around. Both were naked, of course. One I recognized from my day-one welcoming party. The other was a bit older, with small conical breasts and a slight tuft of course pubic hair.
Both girls animatedly asked Asuncion several questions. I deciphered enough of it to know they asked about sex with me. By Asunción’s gestures while she talked, I knew she said my dick was too big for her cunt and that I blew a large load all over her. I felt good about that.
The older girl told me her name was Estella. Her English was heavily accented but otherwise not bad. As if she was doing a study, she wanted to know which girls I’d been with and how I liked them. I gave Asunción kudos (she was right there, after all) but told Estella how much I liked Allima. She seemed to be impressed with my admiration of the dark-skinned girl’s skills. Then, as all of the girls seemed to be, she remained nonchalant in telling me that she was better than Allima. She asked me if I’d met the Spaniard, and when I said yes, she told me that she was the only girl in the resort who could take him in the ass.
Estella came closer to me, palmed my dick, and asked me plainly if I wanted to have her ass. What could I say? If she had an accessible anus then why would I turn the opportunity down? My manhood sprung to life in an instant.
Her friend produced some leaves I didn’t recognize, but as with aloe, these seemed to produce an emollient when squeezed. With a seductive smile, Estella rubbed the natural oils around her anal sphincter. She had me lay down on the see-saw’s end and went down on me. My cock was already fully aroused in anticipation of the young girl’s rectum so this bit of foreplay wasn’t necessary, but Estella was pretty good at it. When I leaked some pre-cum, she stopped and straddled me, gently lowering herself onto my shaft. She winced as my cockhead breached her sphincter but otherwise took my full length smoothly.
No way can I describe her sphincter’s tightness and how it felt. I laid back and enjoyed the sensation, watching the girl’s chest bumps wiggle as she fucked me. My hands snaked up to cup them, feeling the tautness of her nipples, the firmness of budding youth. Maybe she was an anomaly; maybe she had her clit in her ass instead of her cunt, since she was having an intense orgasm! One look at her thrown-open mouth, her quivering eyelids, and the feel of her sphincter grabbing my cock like pincers, had me unleash a torrent of cum deep into her rectum.
Like it was so natural an occurrence, Estella leaned back against the monkey bars trying to explain her propensity for anal orgasms, while my cum dribbled from her anus and ran in rivulets down her leg.
Asunción and the other girl pulled our hands and urged us to the river to clean up. Still reeling from the anal sex and her amazing climax, I asked Estella if she liked vaginal sex. She thought for a moment and then said that she didn’t, really, and it was a Senor Fernando’s fault. Since all these girls were so matter-of-fact about their sexual service, I had no reason to doubt what she told me of this Fernando. Evidently, he used to be a foreman or something like it here at the resort, and he used to break in the girls. From the way Estella told it, he had a cock of tremendous girth, and hurt many of them when he broke more than their hymens.
“From that day, I feel not so much in that place,” meaning in her vagina. I felt bad for the pretty girl, but if she got off having it in the ass, then it wasn’t that bad, was it?
I said goodbye to my young friends, and headed back to my cottage. I was pretty much cummed-out by that time and figured I’d rest a while before eating, and then search for a new companion to spend the night with. I came upon what looked like a picnic along the way in a clearing with several picnic tables in the shade of a few big trees. It really was an old-fashioned orgy. Young girls were in various positions on the tables while men were fucking them. Grunts, groans and cries were plentiful. I stood and watched, voyeuristically mesmerized by it all.
Almost as if a centerpiece of the action, there was Allima, proud as can be, the pre-pubescent black goddess was riding a white dude lying on one of the picnic tables, rocking his world. She wasn’t just humping up and down but was also magnificently rotating her ass to and fro. The guy didn’t stand a chance, and was visibly cumming within seconds of when I stopped to watch. Now that her ‘service’ was done, she glanced around and saw me standing at the edge of the clearing, with a rigid erection I thought I was too fucked-out to get. She smiled, waved, jumped down off the man, and ran to me.
She called out my name and gave me a surprising hug. She told me I was her favorite, and even if the Spaniard had a bigger dick, I was “better” for her, which I interpreted to mean she got off with me more than others.
Taking me by the hand, we ran to the river beach and jumped in. She rinsed the last man’s cum from her pussy before I picked her up and set her on my rigid pole. She wasn’t content to simply have me in her, for with her arms around my neck and her legs around my midsection, she drove her hips faster and faster, taking all of me in a marvelous rhythm that had us both cumming in minutes.
We swam for a while until she asked about food. I teased her that her reason for liking me was as much about her stomach as about her pussy. She said, “both reasons,” with a toothy smile. Like we had before, she ran off to get a dress while I stopped at the cottage to get pants and a shirt. We met at the main building and soon were gorging ourselves with great food. I was drinking a local fermented beverage, and she would sneak sips when Maria or another of the staff wasn’t looking. In the end, Allima drank more of it than I did.
Maria announced that the resort had received a shipment of ice cream, which I guessed to be a rare treat this far from a major city. I ordered a large bowl. Allima leaned toward me and in a most seductive manner wanted to know if she could sit on my lap.
I’d had so much great sex since getting here that I believed my cock would fall off, never mind get hard again so soon. But when she sat on my lap, the miracle happened. The ice cream was set before us. I spooned some into her mouth as she reached down and surreptitiously pulled down the waistband of my linen pants. I gave her another spoonful as she guided my cock to her amazingly wet hole. One more decadent spoonful, and I was inside her hot vagina. Basically hidden by her cotton dress, she fucked me while I fed her the ice cream.
“It is good,” she moaned, and I couldn’t tell which one she referred to, the dessert or the sex.
The ‘whipped cream’ was splashed against her cervix, not on the dessert.
We walked back to my cottage and fucked two more times before falling asleep for the night. Youth had begotten youth; had I ever felt so young and recuperative, with this intense frequency of sex?
In the morning before getting breakfast I asked Allima what she wanted out of life as I suckled on one of her puffy little nipples. As I sort of expected, her dream was to go home with a guest, and she admitted it was the prevalent dream with girls who had no expectations beyond what they were bred and trained for. I was sorry I couldn’t offer such an outcome.
I was a one-girl man the remainder of my stay. Allima and I would be walking along the road and spontaneously fall into the grass and fuck like wild animals. Her orgasms were marvelous, something I still had a hard time comprehending at her age. My tiny princess was habit forming, with her sweet tightness, the tasty nectar of her young fleshy vulva, and those little tender rosebuds on her chest. We played more games like we did in the dining hall. Of course the games all ended with most satisfying intercourse.
She cried when my vacation stay was up. It was very difficult leaving her behind, as it was with many of the girls that had become more than little fuck buddies to me. I’d arrived with so much anticipation, yet everything that I experienced transcended my dreams a hundredfold. I told Maria that I was completely satisfied and would most assuredly be back. The cost was steep; and maybe prohibitive for a return visit, but I’d try to save up enough. I was going home spoiled beyond reason and concerned I’d have painful withdrawal symptoms much like a junkie. I needed a fix—my little girls.
That’s when I started planning a return to Costa Rica to spirit my little Amazon princess, Allima, out of there. If I failed and ended up in prison, would it be any worse than being in the prison of my desires?
The End
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