THE REDNECK WEDDING ORGY

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It was in the mid 1970�s, and I was doing lots of business travel for my first real job after college.� All the travel afforded me the opportunity to pay short visits to many of my scattered relatives .� I had stopped at my mother�s house to spend the night.� Me and mom were chatting while she went through a bundle of mail.� One caught her eye and she tore it open.

�Oh.� The McCladders.� I haven�t heard from them in ages.� It�s a wedding invitation.� Shoot, I don�t want to go out to West Virginia.� Not even for a wedding.�

I said, �McCladders?� Who are they?�

�Oh, they�re your Uncle Bill�s folks.� I only met them once, when Uncle Bill married your father�s sister.� Talk about a family scandal.� The bride was just fourteen, and it took a month to find a preacher who would perform the ceremony, even with parental permission.� About a dozen of the McCladders and their kin came down to Chattanooga for the wedding.� Uneducated rednecks every one.� Don�t know why they�d be sending me an invitation after all these years.�

The next morning, as I was preparing to drive to the airport, I saw the invitation in a trash can.� I pulled it out and stuck it in my pocket.� That afternoon, I wrote to Jesse McCladder and told him my mother couldn�t make it, but she was sending me along to represent the Tennessee side of the clan, if it was okay.� In two weeks I got a response, welcoming me to come to the wedding.� Family was family, he said.

Two months later, I was on a plane for Charleston, West Virginia.� After I got off the plane, it was still a four hour drive in my rental car up to Fox Trap, a small unincorporated town.� The last twenty miles was over rutted gravel roads.� Jesse McCladder�s house was another four miles up in the hills.� And quite a house it was.� It was basically a log cabin that had been added to over and over again.� It had a long hallway with six small bedrooms, each with one tiny window.� There was one indoor bathroom, a huge kitchen and dining room area, and a covered porch that ran around two sides of the house.� There were two more �outhouse� bathrooms in back.

Jesse greeted me with a warm hand shake.� He introduced his wife and four kids.� The two girls appeared to be pregnant despite being so young.� I guessed them at around 13 and 16.� Other folks were pulling up in rusting cars and in old trucks with kids riding in the beds.� The wedding, and the celebration afterwards, was gonna be here at Jesse�s house.�

I got to meet a side of the family I had never even known about, and they accepted me as family as soon as I told them my relation to Uncle Bill.� They all remembered Bill, the one kid who had finished high school and succeeded in leaving the West Virginia hills.

There was lots of interesting people-watching.� The old folks looked really old and wrinkled.� And among the women, they only wore bras if they were forty or older.� It was a racially mixed bunch of folks, with skin colors going from white to almost coal black.� The man and woman in each married couple seemed to be the same color, whether it was black or white or in-between.� But their children were every possible shade.� There were lots of kids, and many of them were running around in the summer heat wearing just shorts or short skirts � even girls old enough to be showing budding breasts.� Older girls had on thin tee shirts or blouses, with their nipples poking through.�

The kids were running around, playing tag and other games involving rolling around on the grass, so I got to see a lot of panties.�� It may have been my imagination, but it seemed that the more interest I showed in the girls rolling on the grass, the more they flashed their panties at me.

After the wedding (Jesse�s 13 year-old pregnant daughter was getting hitched to a farmer who looked to be in his thirties), and after the dancing, and after the big supper served on tables set outside under the trees, came the sunset, the bonfires, and the dancing.� The music was supplied by an eight-track tape player which annoyingly switched tracks in the middle of a song, but the sound was good ole country and bluegrass.

I was on my third beer when I noticed something odd.� Men and boys kept following the younger women, and even younger girls, around the outer edges of the bonfire light, whispering to them, making them giggle.� And then a couple would walk around to the back of the house.� Ten or fifteen minutes later, the couple would come out the front door of the house, usually separately, and rejoin the festivities.

This went on for some time, with several of the girls making the trip multiple times with a different partner each time.� So I wandered over to Jesse and asked him what was going on.

�Oh, they just coupling, that�s all.� It�s been a hill-family tradition since forever.� When we have weddings or big family reunions, that�s the time when the boys and girls can have a go at each other.� Us parents mostly just sit around and enjoy the show.� Although to tell the truth, a lot of the adults get involved, too.� The only rule is that the girl has to be willing. The girl�s gotta walk off with her partner of her own free will, you see?� And you can't make her cry.�

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�But Jesse, I�ve been seeing older men taking girls into the house too.� Really young girls.�

Jesse laughed.� �Oh, well, a boy never stops being a boy, no matter how old he gets, right?� And if a girl is old enough to go back in the house with you, then she�s old enough to love on.� That�s how we figure it.� We don�t count years around here.� Speaking just for myself, I got a powerful urge for the little ones.� There ain�t no harm in that.� It's just as God intended.�

�Uh�� Jesse?� What if I tried to take one of the girls into the house?�

�Shoot fire, Fred, you�re family!� Help yourself!�� And he walked off chuckling.

My penis woke up and started chuckling.

I saw a red-headed girl about fifteen rejoin the camp fires.� She got herself a soft drink, talked privately to another girl, and then they both glanced right at me for one second, then giggled.� I bundled my courage and walked out into the darkness, then angled over in her direction.� She was leaning against a pine tree at the dim edge of the campfire light, just sipping her drink and looking at me as I approached.�

I spoke first.� �Hello, I�m Fred.� I�m up from Chattanooga.�

She had a shy whispery voice.� �I know.� I heard Jesse telling my pa.� I�m Rachel.�

I had no idea what the traditional approach might be, so I just winged it.� �I�ve been watching you.� You�re very pretty.� Uh� if I�m bothering you, just let me know and I�ll go away.�

�Shit, Fred, you ain�t bothering me none.� You�re a good looking man.� You dress real good, too.� Is that your car over there by the shed?�

As she said this, she turned toward me causing her breast to brush sensuously against my arm.� She was just wearing a thin tee shirt with no bra, and her nipple was hard!�

�Well, I'm just renting it.� Say, I was thinking of going in the house.� Would� uhh� would you like to come with me?�

She grinned at me.� �I was hoping you'd ask.� You�re the only man here I ain�t seen before.�

She took my hand and we walked casually around the firelight.� I was sweating bullets, seeing that nearly every adult had glanced at us.� We got around to the back door under a small bare light bulb.� We slipped in and she went straight to the first bedroom on the left.� She pulled aside the homemade curtain and glanced in.� Then she grinned at me as she started pulling her shirt over her head.

Rachel tossed her shirt in a basket and gracefully got onto the bed.� With two thumbs, she pulled off her shorts and panties and they joined the blouse.� Took her all of ten seconds.� Took me a lot longer to get out of my shoes, pants and shirt and lower myself into her eager outstretched arms.

She told me she was fifteen years old, and had already been �loved up on� by two men at the wedding.� That was their way of saying �fucked�.� She said that she and two other girls had a bet which one of them I would ask first.� Her breasts were delightfully round and firm, about a B cup (if she wore a bra) with hard nipples.� Her breath was sweet and she knew how to French kiss.� When my hand finally left her breast and explored between her thighs, she was soaking wet and hot.� As my finger tips parted her labia, her back arched and she gasped in pleasure.� Her legs swung wide.

A few seconds later, her hand was stroking my rigid cock, and in a little girl voice, she was begging me to put it inside her.�

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�Let me get a condom out first.�

�Condom?� Oh, you mean a rubber?� Oh, forget that.� We don�t use rubbers here.� Put your dick in me.� I want your dick inside me!� Please!�

�But what if I get you pregnant?�

�Then I�ll have me another baby.� I already got one.�

I complied with her fervent request, feeling my hardness sink slowly into her warm moist cauldron of trembling vagina flesh.� I was going to ask her if I should pull out when I was about to ejaculate, but I felt her vagina was full of semen already.� It only took five minutes of thrusting to make her start cumming over and over again.� She was not bashful about moaning and grunting.

I found myself a bit distracted, my mind settling back and watching what I was doing.� I had my unprotected cock inside a lovely fifteen year-old girl I had met only ten minutes ago.� Her youth and slutty availability had my cock so hard, it almost hurt.� What kind of deep woods culture had I fallen into?�

Other sounds intruded.� Another girl was moaning in the room next door, and skin slapped insistently against bare skin across the hall.� I wasn't the only one fucking.� Then I looked down at the passion twisted face of the gasping, humping teenager beneath me -- and added my load of cum to the thick sticky pool already inside her.�� Her legs and arms wrapped around me, and her fingernails raked my back as she grunted out one long orgasm after another.

As soon as I pulled out she reached for her clothes.� I took that as a signal to put mine on too.� She whispered, �C�mon!�� As we stepped into the hall way, I saw another man standing there with a girl.� He had to be almost forty, and the girl had small budding breasts.� In the dim light, I saw she was already naked.� The man was holding her clothes in one hand and fondling her ass with the other.� His fly was open and the girl was holding his erection in her hands, stroking it.� We slipped past them, and the man pulled the girl into the room we had just vacated.

As Rachel and I walked into the front of the house, I asked how old the naked girl was.

�Oh, she�s Missy.� She�s Clyde Waters little girl.� She must be thirteen years old, I think.� She's in the sixth grade.� That was Clyde with her.�

�Her father?� He's� uh� fucking his own daughter?�

Rachel grinned at me.� �Oh, that�s right.� You�re a flat-lander.� There ain�t no wrong in a man loving up on his own daughters as long as they want it.� And around these parts, girls want it bad."� She gave me the most lascivious grin I had ever seen.� "Real bad.� My pa, my grandpa, and both uncles love up on me and my sister all the time.� We love it!� What do you think of that?�

I was stunned.� But I sure as hell did not want to give Rachel a bad impression of me.

�I think that�s a fine way to live, Rachel.� So which one was the father of your baby?"

"Shoot, I don't know.� Don't matter to nobody.� You gave me a good fucking tonight!� Maybe you'll be the daddy of my next baby.� I'd like that."

"Thanks.� Can I see you again later?�

�Well, there ain't no law says you can�t see me again, but I bet you don�t.� There�s way too many girls at this wedding, and the tradition is each man couples with as many girls as he can.� And us girls are trying to bed as many men as we can.� Until sunup, that is.� That's when the party ends.�

�Wow!� Well, I�m gonna ask you again, anyway.��

Rachel kissed me, laughed, and disappeared into the darkness.

I had just fucked a gorgeous fifteen year-old girl.� And I learned that incest was taken for granted out here in these backwoods.� I wandered closer to the fire and got me another beer.� I stood around and watched the slow ballet of coupling going on around me.� As soon as one couple appeared from the log cabin's front door, one or two couples would walk around the right side of the cabin.� I was to see this ballet go on all night long.

I finished my drink just as a pair of girls in pigtails raced by me, bumping up against my arm.� They went to a tree in the edge of the firelight and stopped, looking back at me.� So, I followed them.� Their names were Mary and Marlene.� They were twins and they were just barely fourteen years old.� I really did not think I had any chance with them, but I asked anyway.� As easy as snap, they expressed their willingness to follow me inside the house.

The first two bedrooms were occupied, the occupants moaning and grunting in abandon, but the third was empty.� In a moment, my arms were full of wriggling, laughing naked girl flesh.� They were only about four foot eight inches tall, with firm gentle breast curves.� In the light from a lantern, I saw that they were both black -- well, actually more of a caramel milk chocolate color.� They were so excited, they said, because this was the first time that a man wanted to love up on both of them together!� The first thing I did was have them both kiss and suck on my rigid cock and stroke my balls and shaft.� I put two fingers inside each pussy, making them moan and gasp.� God, were they tight!

I was only too aware that this could get me imprisoned in almost every state, but the excitement and thrill of actually doing something I had only fantasized about before was so intense, I couldn't stop myself.� A pair of fourteen year-old, sex-hungry twins were sucking my cock!� Little black slut puppies!� Damn!� I got my mouth on their pussies and fondled their exquisite asses and tits.� They tasted hot and heavenly.

Their tongues and lips were all over my cock.� When one was sucking me solo, I asked the other where they learned to suck cock.� She said, �Jesse McCladder taught us when we were ten.�� That�s when I lost it, and dumped my load of cum into Mary�s mouth.� God damn, my host had had his cock in these girls� mouths when they were just children!� Hell, probably before they had periods!

I was still hard, overwhelmed with the fact that I just sodomized a fourteen year-old black girl! Cum was dripping down her chin and onto her gorgeous petite titties.� I flipped her sister Marlene over on her knees and forced my erection deeply into her tight pussy from behind.� She yelped, and I don�t blame her.� My cock was rather big for her, but I didn�t let that stop me.� While she moaned and grunted, I fucked her slick little negro pussy fast and hard until I ejaculated again, deep inside her under-aged vagina.� This time I didn't even think about using a condom.

I fought for breath on the bed as the girls bounced and giggled.� Marlene said that it hurt at first, but then it felt really good, especially after she "wetted up".� When I could breathe, I sat up.� Meanwhile Mary was crouched between my knees, trying to suck my erection back up, but without much success.� After a minute, the curtain parted and Jesse poked his head in.

�You girls okay?�

They piped up that they were fine and Marlene volunteered that I had just fucked her.� Jesse smiled at the naked girls and then up at me.� He was undoing his pants.� He told me to leave the girls with him.� I was zipping my pants up as he climbed onto the bed and began kissing their little titties.

�Uh��� Jesse, do you mind if I stay and watch?�

�Shit, I dunno.� Nobody ever asked to watch before.� I guess it�s okay, if you want.� By the way, these here girls belong to my sister Miriam.� She was the black woman serving apple pie out on the porch.� So they's either my nieces or my daughters -- or both!�� And he commenced to laugh as his cock pistoned in and out of Mary's tight cunt.

"Thanks.� And I got a question.� Uhh... Rachel tells me y'all don't use condoms out here.� That true?� Would anything bad happen if I was to get one of these girls pregnant?"

"Aww, shit no, Fred!� These girls are gonna get pregnant sooner or later, whether you fuck them or not.� It's the Lord's will either way.� From the way this one is moaning and humping, it's likely to be sooner.� I wouldn't mind if I planted a baby in her right now!� And it don't matter to us, not even to their parents.� It's the way we live out here.� Mmmm... gimme a minute, will ya?� I'm about to fill this little slut up..."

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And so I watched as Jesse fucked each of the twins in turn, making the girls� tiny bodies shake and convulse like rag dolls; leaving their sweet little chocolate cunts drooling massive amounts of semen down their thighs.

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I don�t remember leaving the room, but I found myself outside again, sitting on a stone bench under a tree, staring into one of the bonfires, with non-stop thoughts of naked little girls running through my mind.� Tiny small-breasted girls playing with my throbbing cock.� They were everywhere, running around free as butterflies.� Teenage boys were taking them into the house, or just out into the darkness between the trees.� One of the girls I knew to be only nine years old, because I asked her mother.� Her mother expressed great pride that her daughter was such an early starter.

And quite a few boys between the ages of twelve and eighteen were tugging on the hands of women in their twenties and thirties.� In most cases, the women� (even one with a baby at her breast!)� followed the boys into the house.� Several women went into the house in the company of two or more boys at the same time.

I felt a hand pull on my shirt and I turned to the side.� It was a cute brunette girl with long curly hair, wearing a pair of panties and no top.� I said, �yes?� What can I do for you, sweetie?�

�Hi.� My name is Ellen.� My sister Rachel said you fucked her really good.� Can you love up on me like you did to her?�

�How old are you, sweetie?�

�Eleven.�

I just picked her up in my arms, with her arms around my neck.� I carried her around the log cabin, my brain pulsing with dull red flashes of lust.� I found an empty bedroom and soon I was licking her pussy, spitting my saliva inside her to serve as lubrication.� Her moans were authentic ; she was getting aroused as hell.� Eleven years old!� And her moans only got louder when my cock slowly pushed into her tight pre-teen twat.� I tried to go slowly at first, but my lust took over.� Eleven years old!� An eleven year-old girl asking me to fuck her, begging for my cock!� I�m fucking a child!�

And it�s okay, because everyone here fucks their children!� Here in Fox Trap, it�s perfectly okay to fuck little girls, to train them to suck cock, to let them watch as their parents (or their siblings) casually fuck each other.� None of these children had been virgins since they were ten -- or maybe even younger.� This was the way they raised their children, to be passed around as sex toys, to be impregnated at random, and pop out babies.

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There was no doubt Ellen was a child.� Hardly any breasts at all, no hips and she was only four feet tall.� She did have big puffy nipples which she loved to have me suck on.� She was light as a feather.� I sat back on my heels with my arms around her, and just lifted her bodily up and down with my rigid shaft inside her tight cunt.� It was no effort at all.� Her arms were still around my neck as I repeatedly impaled her on my fuck-lust crazed cock, masturbating into her tiny pussy with total abandon, as she moaned and grunted out her baby-orgasms.

A head poked into the room � a tall man with a beard, perhaps in his thirties.� He looked down at the child impaled on my cock and he grinned real big.

�Hullo.� I�m Buford.� I'm the preacher around these parts.� I'm Ellen�s pa.� I didn�t recognize you so I figgered I�d check up on my little girl here.� Ellen, you like loving up on this here man?� He being good by you?�

She was panting very hard.� �Yes, pa!� He�s real nice to me.� His dick feels awful good!� I'm gonna make him cum inside me!�

I recognized Buford -- he was the preacher who had performed the wedding ceremony today.� He grinned again and looked down at his daughter�s crotch.� I grasped Ellen�s hips and slowly pushed myself inside her until she grunted with the pressure of my entire swollen cock inside her little body.� He grinned at me again.

"Do you mind if I join you?� Ellen's only been taking the plow for a couple months now.� I'd feel a whole lot better watching over her, you know?"

I slowed my thrusting to keep from blowing my load right there.

"Sure, Buford.� So, you're Ellen's father?� Like, her actual father?"

Buford laughed gently as he dropped his trousers and sat on the bed next to me.� Ellen grinned at him, still impaled on my throbbing erection, humping me softly.� She reached out and grasped her father's stiff cock and he sighed with deep pleasure.

"I sure 'nough am.� Her natural father.� Hers and Rachel's.� I done saw that you loved up on Rachel tonight.� Right good, I hear.� I gotta tell you, I'm a lucky man!� Ain't no father around here got girls that can love up on him as good and hot as Rachel and Ellen.� I got me one or t'other in my bed most every night.� Can you blame me?"

I just said no, as I picked up the rhythm and humped my wicked child-raping cock into that eleven year-old girl right in front of her father.

Buford said, "Yeah, that's it.� She loves it fast and deep like that.� Just like that.� And I shore do love watching you pleasure my little darling.� That's it Ellen, stroke daddy's cock."

I kept thinking to myself:� It's okay!� It's perfectly okay to do this!� Everyone here does it!� I've got her father's permission, and the girl loves it and there's nothing wrong with me... thrusting... my... cock... in... to... her... tight... little... child... cunt...!

I groaned out, "Oh God, Buford, I'm gonna cum inside her!!!"

He shot back, "Yeah!� Yeah, Fred!� Fuck her little cunt!� Fill 'er up with spunk!� It ain't no sin, man, ain't no sin at all!� Praise Jesus and spill your holy seed in her cunt!� Feel the Holy Spirit flow through your cock!� God wants you to cum inside her womb!"

Then I was spewing a river of my thick sperm deep inside her.�� As I paused to catch my breath, I saw that Ellen had masturbated her father.� His cum was all over her little fingers.� Eleven fucking years old!� The very idea made me horny again, so I lay on my back, lifted her over my lap, spread her legs so that she straddled my hips, and with her daddy telling her what a good little girl she was, I lowered her down and slid my stiff erection back inside her tight cum-filled pussy.� And no shit, her father prayed out loud to Jesus, giving thanks that his little daughter was giving us so much pleasure!

After that, the night just seemed to run together like a blur.� I found the fifteen year-old girl that Rachel had been talking to when I first saw her.� She was Joanne, and she was eight months pregnant, with a huge belly and swollen tits to match.� I fucked her doggie style while fondling her enormous breasts.� She told me she didn�t know who the father of her baby was � maybe her daddy, or her older brother, or the mailman, or her seventh grade teacher.� Her pussy had been freely available to all those men for years!

And yes, her seventh grade teacher was a guest at the wedding.� I could hear him in the room next door slapping flesh with Rachel, causing her to moan and sob with lust.

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I found another fourteen year-old and took her into the house.� While I was sodomizing her delicate mouth with my stiff cock, the curtain suddenly parted and an elderly woman�s face poked in.

�Carla?�� The child took her lips off of my cock and looked up at the woman.� �Carla?� Your papa said we�re all leaving soon.� Whenever this nice man is done with you, you get your clothes on and meet us at the truck, you hear?�

Carla nodded and returned to sucking my cock.� The grandmother (as I later learned) watched in fascination for a full minute as I shamelessly humped my swollen male organ into the child�s suckling, slurping mouth, and her tiny hands played with my balls.� I looked the old woman full in the face and grunted loudly as my cum shot into the girl�s mouth and spilled down her chin and onto her pubescent breasts.�

I said, �Where I come from, we can�t fuck girls this young.� But y�all don�t mind, do you?�

�Shit, why should we mind?� I can�t remember a time when I wasn�t sucking my brothers� cocks.� I had three older brothers and they started on me way younger than this child here.� It�s perfectly natural, and what the good Lord intended.� Ain�t nothing more beautiful than seeing a little girl giving a man the pleasure of her mouth and body.� Ain't she sweet!� She swallowed 'most all of it!�

It was four o'clock in the morning and the crowd was beginning to thin out.� I was tired.� My dick was tired.� I had fucked another girl in the interim -- she was twelve and I had watched two men dump their loads in her before I decided to fuck her myself.�

I went in the front door of the house for some rest.� While I was sitting on the couch, I saw the new bride groom take Missy, Clyde�s thirteen year-old daughter, down the hall as he was unzipping his pants.� Later, I saw the new bride, dressed only in panties and a tee shirt, her belly swollen with somebody�s baby, come out of the nearest bedroom with Jesse, her own father!� He zipped up his pants and slapped his 13 year-old daughter on the ass and grinned at me.�

I was plumb wore out. I found one of the bedrooms empty, and lay down, listening to the bed springs squeaking and the girls moaning further down the hall.� I noticed I had failed to close the curtain � the doorway was wide open.� A woman about thirty or so came down the hall, and politely asked if she could share the room as all the others were full.� I thought she wanted me, so I nodded.� I started to tell her I might be too tired to get it up again, but she grinned and said she had something else in mind.

She introduced herself as Lenore, a local 5th grade teacher.� The woman was with two boys who could not have been older than eleven or twelve, even though they were almost as tall as Lenore.� I moved to the top half of the bed to give Lenore room to sit on the lower half.

She said bashfully, "Adam and Jimmy here are two of my students.� They been watching all the loving going on tonight and got themselves all excited.� But they're too shy to ask the girls to love up on them."

The woman pulled down the first boy's shorts as he stood in front of her, and she casually started sucking his hard cock.� The boy started humping, and moaning.� After a minute, he withdrew his penis from her mouth and indicated by pointing that he wanted something else.

Lenore rolled her eyes at me and said, "Boys!"� She undid the tie of her simple wrap-around dress and revealed her nakedness to the boy.� She had a slim frame and nice B-cup tits.� She scootched forward, sitting on the very edge of the bed and leaned back on her elbows.� She spread her legs wide, displaying a matted wad of damp pubic hair.� Apparently, she had been busy tonight.� Jimmy stepped forward between her thighs and inserted his impressive young erection into her pussy.� She blushed at me, as if slightly embarrassed to have a total stranger watching her fuck a pair of her underage students.� She began moaning as the boy's thrust rhythm got faster and faster.� Jimmy shot his cum in less than a minute.�

She instructed Jimmy to step aside quickly and let Adam slip in between her thighs.� As the second boy pushed his young cock into her, she looked up at me and blushed again.

"They're so horny at this age," she offered, as her head lolled back and her breathing rasped deeper and deeper.� I watched in fascination as the boys took turns fucking their 5th grade teacher.� They each came twice times inside her.� Meanwhile, two other boys passed by, looked in and stopped.� As Adam and Jimmy left, the new boys got in line, and THEY took turns using Lenore's sloppy wet cunt.� All during this, she would stare at the messy action in her crotch, then look at me and blush deeply, then enjoy a shuddering climax.

After all four boys had dumped their loads, Lenore stood up.� Rivers of creamy goo ran down both thighs.� She blushed at me again and tied her dress back together.

She said, "I'm sorry if I bothered you."

"No, not at all.� I enjoyed watching you.� Are all four boys in your class?"

"Yes.� Well, all except Joseph, the small one.� He's my son.� He's in Miss Smith's 4th grade class.� Thanks again."

And she walked out, leaving me alone.� I just lay on the bed, so tired, and yet unable to go to sleep.� After about ten minutes, Missy wandered by.� She stepped in and sat next to me on the bed.� She was naked and her face, belly and thighs were covered in sticky half-dried semen.� I lay her down on the bed next to me, offering my cock to her mouth.� She immediately wrapped her lips around it and started sucking.� It took a minute or two, but I got my erection back.

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I spent the next half hour with the thirteen year-old on her back and on her knees, my erection buried deep inside her little pussy.� I could not stop myself.� She was thirteen years old and she had already been fucked by her father and the preacher, Buford, the preacher's sixteen year-old son, and had given head to at least four other men that same night.� I manage to eke out one last load of cum, which I dumped into her sloppy nasty cum-sodden pussy.

After my poor exhausted dick deflated, I asked the girl to stay with me for a while.� She said okay and snuggled up against me.� Inside of five minutes we were fast asleep.� I woke up just as the sun�s first light was coming through the window.� I was awakened by Clyde, looking for his daughter.�� Her little hand was still wrapped around my flaccid, sticky penis.� He grinned at me and scooped Missy up in his arms.� She never woke up.

�Ain�t she something?� She may look small, but she shore is a fine fuck, ain�t she?�

I nodded yes.� There was no sense in denying it, as both Missy and I were buck naked.

�So how many times you cum in her?� Hunh?�

I mumbled, �Just once.� Your daughter is a sexy little girl, Clyde.� I really enjoyed her.� I wish she was my daughter.�

�Don�t I know it!� I�ll bet it was the best you ever had, wasn�t it?� She's the best I ever had, I can tell you that for sure!� Could you hand me up her panties and shorts?� I got my arms full here.�

I did so, and without another word, he left.

I groggily put my clothes back on and walked out of the bedroom.� I staggered out the front door.� The sky was getting light and the last of the tables and food baskets were being loaded up.� Three trucks were disappearing down the dirt road.� I was hungry and thirsty and hurting from every part of my body.� I had a heavy deep ache inside my groin.� And yet I found myself looking around to see if there were any more girls around.� There weren�t.

Jesse and his wife served me breakfast and after the last guest was gone, they all went back to bed, leaving me slumbering on the semen stained bed that I had fucked Missy in.� About noon, I awoke.� I washed up, said goodbye, got in my car and headed towards Fox Trap and the main highway.

Rachel was right.� I never did get to fuck her a second time.�� Well, not at that wedding, anyway.� There would be other weddings.

THE END