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Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

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My name is Trish and if you like little girls, then you’d probably love me. I have a disease that has fucked up my body so I’ll never really grow up like I was supposed to. In some ways, I’m a pedophile’s dream girl for a wife.

I was born with one of those strange diseases that has left me an anatomical mess. I’m not about to name the disease so as not to encourage any sick behavior online. But essentially, I was born without ovaries and without them, my sexual growth was put on hold until my parents finally had me tested. At the time I was given estrogen and growth hormones to help me catch up to other girls my age, but they made me really ill and I had to stop taking them.

After getting diagnosed and then finding out I couldn’t do the normal regimen of medications, I was at a slumber party at my best friends house. I confessed to her all about my disease and being the optimistic girl she was, she turned my thinking around in that one conversation. She did the old “boo hoo, you poor thing” bit to me and then pointed out some of the benefits that I had over her. She already had huge tits for a thirteen year old and was constantly getting hit on for them alone. It might sound nice, but it’s so shallow that it quickly becomes offensive. I wasn’t going to have that problem because at most, my tits would barely grow at all.

My friend was also 5’7” at the time and towered over my 4’4” height. I knew that guys made very snide remarks to her all the time over the fact that she was already taller than most all the boys in our class. I certainly wasn’t going to have that problem.

The one thing that really bothered me at that tender age was that I would never be able to have kids. That was what shook me for over a year until one day when I was fourteen a friend of mine got pregnant. She was only sixteen and went through an absolute hell because of it. A mutual friend of ours pointed out to me that I would never have to face what she was going through and that I could fuck guys like an epileptic rabbit and never worry about pregnancy.

Well, that’s how it all started out. Now I’m eighteen and still look like the twelve or thirteen year old I was when my problem became evident. I’ve not only gotten use to my problem, but because of a lot of help from my friends, I’ve turned it into an asset. I’ve learned to spot a ‘girl lover’ from a distance. That’s what I call the guys that really like very young girls but are afraid to admit it. If they’re cute enough, sincere and sweet, and can handle my sexual appetite, I’m always willing to give them a shot at me.

Once, two of my giant friends (as I teased them for their normalcy) let me see how normal guys acted around normal girls. I even got to see them making out and one actually had sex. There were several major differences that I really grew to appreciate. That would probably be best expressed by describing one of my dates.

This one guy named Sonny was a very typical response. He’s a year older than me and knew all about my disease, and he always had a desire to see just how retarded my sexuality was up close. I used him sort of as a test case. I decided not to pull any punches on him and even made the obvious problems worse for him. I acted, not my age, but my appearance. The whole night I picked on him as if I was thirteen and it turned out that he took it really well. I told him that his reward would be to get to see for himself just how well developed I had become.

After taking me to a movie, he took me back to his parents house. His basement was sort of the local hangout for kids and we had it all to ourselves. I sat on his lap for what I expected to be my last taunt and apologized for acting like a little kid all night and promised to cut the act. His reaction made me question what he was hiding from me. He came right out and confessed to me that he had a crush on me for a long time because of my youthful look. He even wondered if he was a pedophile over his lust to see me nude. It was refreshingly honest for someone to tell me what I had known ever since the problem had arose. I asked him if he would prefer me to act my age or my apparent age, and he didn’t hesitate to say, “Thirteen would be fine”. I gave him a really hard time over his choice, but I kept reverting to that very age even as I picked on him.

I knew the routine well and knew that he would enjoy exploring my body more if he felt like he was molesting me rather than making out with me. That meant I left my hands down to my sides unless he started to go into my panties. I really had no need for a bra and often had fought over that fact with my mom. For the short time I had taken the estrogen, my tits only got to the budding stage and then never got past it. So I did have a little bit to grope at, but not even the slightest droop of a matured girl.

As far as pubic hair; the only time I ever got to see any was when I had a guys’ prick buried in my mouth. At least I didn’t have to go through all the crap of shaving my legs or armpits. I did have the thinnest line of pubes just over my mons, but I could shave that once a year and not worry about it coming back. By my present age I had learned that ‘little girls’ got just about anything they wanted if they satisfied the guy’s curiosity by the end of the night. Sonny was no exception.

So back to Sonny! I was sitting on his lap and telling him how naughty he was when he ran his hand up my thigh to my vulva. He didn’t hesitate to cup my entire pussy and rub at it hard through my shorts. It felt nice when I would put my hands over his as if to stop him. The guys would love it when I lifted my shoulders as if I were bashful and nervous. There was something really special about the way Sonny was feeling me up. He was making me feel extremely naughty and nasty minded. Which leads me to the second side of my situation.

Growing up with none of the bench marks of being a maturing girl, I had a lot of my own disgusting little fantasies. Being scooped up by hands much larger than my own always left me feeling like every guy was sort of a grownup compared to me. Sitting here on a long time friends’ lap made me want to live out one of my own sickish fantasies. When his hand started under my top I looked down at it and scrounged up every bit of courage I had to feel him out with a very obscure statement.

“You shouldn’t really be doing that Daddy.” My heart was in my throat as I waited for his response. I watched his eyes for any telltale signs of disgust, but all I got was a slight look of surprise before he responded.

“You won’t tell your mom on me will you?”

Those two short statements just changed our friendship forever. We fell into the roles of daddy and his little girl as naturally as if we had practiced it all our lives. He really enjoyed feeling up his little girl as much as I liked being Daddy’s naughty little secret. When his hand finally went from my tummy to my left bud, I melted under his touch. Instead of reaching up to kiss him, I did the girl thing of resting my head under his jaw and waiting to see what else Daddy wanted to do to me.

It wasn’t long before I was on my back on the couch and he was coaxing me into giving up my shorts. I never let a guy pull my pants and panties off at the same time. There was something special about their eyes that seemed to light up as they would draw my pink cotton panties away from my bald, puffy little lips. Not only did my pubic hair never grow, but my vulva never widened, or even reddened as it should have through it’s growth. I had two chubby little lips that formed my vulva and that would forever stay that way. My bubble butt was also always going to stay with me to top off the package as well.

That first date with Sonny was a month ago and we had played around under our breaths many times since about our roles that night. I would treat him as my nasty pedophiliac daddy and he would talk to me like I was his thirteen year old brat of a daughter. It was a turn in our friendship that we both enjoyed and held deeply secret. I found out though that our friendship was making for a very hard time for Sonny. Three of his friends knew that we had gotten together that day and constantly wanted to know every little detail about me. I felt so sorry over causing them to tease him unmercifully and tried to find a way to stop them. So when I teasingly told him that he could let them see me for themselves, he looked like Christmas had come early. I spoiled his fun when I told him I was just teasing and he had the most woeful expression. I hadn’t meant to be mean.

Little did I know how much that idea would stay with the both of us. I finally got around to asking him if he would actually allow his friends to take a peek at me or even make out with me. His response came a lot faster than his words.

“Well, we aren’t going steady, so I have no claim to you. I guess you can do whatever you want. Would you want to let… a bunch of guys all take turns making out with you?”

I’d never had more than one guy at a time and the idea really made my pussy tingle. It seemed so strange that I’d known Sonny for years and never knew how kinky he was, but then he never knew fully how kinky I was either.

Later that week we both went to a friend’s party and talked about all kinds of kinks and I got pretty wasted. I was sucking on a bottle of beer while lounged back on the couch and Sonny started his nervous laugh. I asked him what was so funny. He was really afraid that I was going to get mad at him, but I eventually won out. It turns out he was getting really turned on thinking about what I looked like; a young kid getting drunk, thus making myself quite vulnerable. When that word came up, I paused and got very serious with him.

“You know that Thanksgiving party that your friend Billy is having? What would you think of me if I got really wicked at it?”

“How wicked?”

“Really, really wicked.”

“It’d probably be rather interesting knowing you. What do you have in mind?”

I knew that I had been frigging myself for almost a week thinking about having more than one guy feeling me up and stuff. If Sonny was there as my protector, I would love the experience of being the center of attention. So, to coach him into that line of thinking I said, “What if we did that thing we were talking about last week… you know, with more than one guy?”

Sonny was a little shocked, but not so much that he couldn’t answer in total agreement. He asked exactly what I wanted to experience and I thought for a moment.

“It’s pretty neat sometimes when guys check me out for the first time. It’s about the only thrill sex holds for me since I can’t even have an orgasm right.” That was a total lie I had found made guys that knew of my condition try that much harder to satisfy me. I was surprised to see just how fast Sonny jumped in on the idea of helping me have my first mini-orgy. He wanted to know every little thing that would heighten my pleasure and I told him some of the things that really turned me on. One of the hottest parts of all my fantasies was to have a guy holding my arms back so another guy could freely molest me. I’m sure it was the feeling of being restrained and at the mercy of the other guy that was the real turn on.

Then he sat back and asked me how mad I’d get if he got something wrong while trying to help me out. After a moment of thought I said, “If you’re really trying to help me out, I couldn’t get mad at you. Why? What’re you thinking about?”

“I know you like surprises, so leave it up to me.”

It was four days till Thanksgiving and even though I saw Sonny every day, the most he would tell me of his plans were that they were secret; until the day before the party that is. Then he asked me several things about what I might approve of and what kinds of things might piss me off. I finally got tired of all his veiled questions and told him the cold hard facts of my life.

“Look it, you’ve seen the kinds of things I have to put up with all the time. I get teased, pushed out of the crowd, left behind all the time. I’m tired of looking like a little kid and being punished for it. My dad always told me that there were guys out there that would like me if I had two fucking heads, I just want some of them to like me for what I am.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you mad.”

“I’m not mad at you Sonny, but I’m getting frustrated as hell. I have to act like a twisted freak just to get a guy to let me touch him, let alone them touching me. I’m always the fucking jailbait that they fear will get them sent to jail.”

“Well, you know… that can be… quite a turn on for some guys. Maybe that’s the way you should go at it.”

“You mean like when you were my daddy?”

“Yeah, but maybe not that overboard. Why don’t you just let them think you really are thirteen and go with it?”

“I’ve tried that before, but then they get to the point where they’re scared I’ll tell on them.”

“Even if you were too drunk to remember them?”

I was feeling better that Sonny really understood that about the only thing I wanted that would make my holidays better this year was a little closeness, at almost any cost. We started messing around a little and I asked him why he had asked about me being too drunk to remember. He wouldn’t tell me, but smiled like a thief in the night.

Sonny looked at his watch and said how he had to get going to meet his dad for something, but before he left, he did some pretty weird things. First he had me go, “gobble, gobble, gobble” several times as if I were a turkey. Smiling over that he asked me if I could pretend to act drunk, which gave me a hint of what he was up to for the party. Then he told me that he would pick me up for the party the next night and that I should have on hot little thirteen year olds’ clothing and never depart from my apparent age. I started to ask him what he was up to, but he interrupted me and made me promise not to get mad at him for making a turkey out of me.

After he left, I was dumbfounded by all the things we had talked about and the gobbling thing. I figured that he was going to get me a blind sex date and he was going to let the guy think I really was thirteen. That’s when I figured out why he wanted me to act drunk, so the guy wouldn’t run off on me. I had sort of tried that before, but it didn’t have anymore success than anything else. I was getting very frustrated that whenever I was really getting into it that the guy always seemed to go limp on me, usually from the fear of what getting caught fucking a kid would do to him.

The next day I had a pretty good Thanksgiving meal with my family and was checked out nonstop by my cousins even more than usual. Even my female cousin Tina seemed fascinated by my stunted attributes and even asked to see my chest. I was fairly use to girls being as interested in checking me out as the boys. Hell, even my best friends had all wanted to get a little lesbo at one time or another just to see what making out with a little kid was like. It was a little sick, but between friends it was pretty easy letting them explore my body. Guys always seemed most interested in my buds, where girls were far more intrigued at how my pussy lips never developed. Tina even commented on how my puffy, chubby lips still looked like her best friends little four year old sisters. I never admitted it, but during some of those show-me-yours, I’ll-show-you-mine sessions with my friends made me glad that they had stayed soft and pink. Some of my friends lips were growing into fairly ugly folds that looked rather urine stained.

I had to sneak around to get dressed for the party. Mom was catching on that I would dress in my younger looking clothes for a reason, and even though she didn’t say anything about it, her looks could kill. I chose a loose fitting, off-the-shoulder peasant girl top, pink cotton panties that had a famous girl cartoon character on them (a joke from a close friend), and daisy duke style shorts that hugged my ass to no end. I even grabbed a couple of bands to take along for my hair.

When Sonny came by to pick me up, I got out of the house with only a quick goodbye to my dad and off I went to collect my holiday surprise. As soon as I got I the car I put my hair into pig tails and asked Sonny if I looked young enough. Even before he answered I saw he was getting a boner, something that was always easy to tell on him for some reason.

Sonny began preparing me for my destiny by telling me that we were going to a different party a couple of towns over. I started to complain until he pointed out that no one would know us over there and I could really sell myself and get my freak on. I grabbed onto his arm really tight and thanked him in advance for understanding my situation. I asked him if he was going to get mad if another guy actually did hit on me and I loved his comeback.

“Not if, when! And you’re more of a friend to me than anything, so just have fun. I’ll only get mad if you don’t have the best time of your life.”

I tried to show him how much that meant to me by hugging onto his arm and slipping into my little girl act. My favorite line was, “Why is your crotch growing like that?” to display my innocent feature. I leaned over his crotch after that and was going to thank him in advance with a little felatio, but he wouldn’t let me. He told me to save it for dinner.

“Dinner? What the hell do you mean by that?”

All he did was smile. When we got to the party it turned out to be on a farm and spread out all over the place. There were three barns of varying sizes and for different purposes. The main barn was the real party that everyone seemed to hit first, as did we. Sonny was slapped on the back and it turned out to be the guy that had invited him/us to the party.

“So, this must be Trish. What a cutie? You must have a bunch of boyfriends in that middle school you go to.”

I smirked a little since I was about to graduate high school this year. But it was clear that the stage had been set, so I worked hard to keep from letting on to my true age. The guy’s name was Doug and he whispered to Sonny how the good parties were going on at the pond and the little barn next to it. Since neither of us could drink in the big barn, we quickly headed for the pond. There was a bonfire going and many underage kids were holding beer cups in their hands. There was a keg half hidden under a tarp and Sonny grabbed us each a beer. I asked him just how drunk he expected to get me.

“That’s up to you. You want to remember what happens at dinner, you’ll only appear to get drunk.”

I tried asking him about the dinner thing again, but was met with his smirk. It wasn’t long before Doug showed up beside us to introduce me to a few of his friends. I was in heaven over how cute they were. And it was obvious in little time that they were trying to help me get very wasted, very quickly.

Many odd comments were being thrown my way, and they went wild when Sonny got me to say the ‘gobble’ thing. One of the boys sidled up to me and began getting cozy with my ass. I loved the attention, but when another girl made a comment about him hitting on a kid, his hand left me in an instant. I countered with something about how I could probably fuck better than her, and all the guys around me smiled like crazy. After thinking that they had fed me about three full beers and I acted the part of a stupid kid getting far too loose, I started getting asked to dinner. I kept telling them that I had already eaten and wasn’t really hungry. That’s when this big guy named Robert said that I might not be, but he was starved. I finally wanted to know what the joke was about and after assuring Robert that I wouldn’t get mad, he hoisted me over his shoulder. I found myself getting carried into the small barn like that and the mood changed instantly.

He looked down at my head that was hanging next to his hip and he asked me one last time if I wanted to find out my answer. I told him I did, so he lifted me up into sort of a prone position. I didn’t know why I was being held up in the air until I was told to put my arms up. When I did, my hands were grabbed by two guys and I was pulled straight up and through the trap door to the enclosed loft. As soon as I was helped to my feet, I saw the two guys that had pulled me up, and one of them was Doug. While I looked around and saw a fairly comfortable looking arrangement had been set up for an obvious make out place, Sonny and Robert climbed through the trap door of the loft, and then it was closed.

I found myself ringed by four rather hot guys and felt like a prize. Sonny asked me if I could gobble, so I did it once. Robert immediately said he was starved and would love to eat a little turkey. When he asked me if I wanted to be his turkey, I thought quickly and said, “Gobble, gobble, gobble.”

Robert started asking me to take off my clothes and give all the guys a peek at me. I didn’t have to feign being modest, but they were all into helping coax me out of them. Suddenly I was referred to as a cock tease by Sonny and he held my arms behind me. It was sweet that he was trying to make this easier on me by remembering what I had told him about my fantasy of being restrained. One of the guys immediately got worried about me telling on them and Sonny pointed out that I’d be in more trouble for getting so drunk.

Robert stepped up and said, “Come on little sweetie, I’m starving. Won’t you be my little turkey meal for the holiday?”

He was obviously implying he wanted to eat me. Guys never got that far usually, but I did have a major fondness of getting munched on. Despite the number of guys, I told him he looked so starved that I’d let him help himself to a quick snack. When he went for my shorts, I grabbed his hands out of instinct. Sonny pulled my arms behind me again, and gently pulled me over to a futon. He sat behind me and held me sitting on the edge of the bed. Robert came over and undid the snap on my shorts. The heat was steaming out of me and I tried to keep from saying anything.

I didn’t want to scare off my new friends, so I tried to also keep from looking at any of them. I watched Robert’s face as he yanked my shorts off my hips and then off my legs. The guys whooped it up over my cotton panties, complete with the cartoon super hero on them. Instead of ripping them off me, he lifted my legs straight up into the air and stared at my bubble butt of a bottom. The other guys came over and rubbed my cheeks through the soft cotton and I noticed their pants seemed to get fuller.

Since I wasn’t protesting at all, my legs were dropped to the floor, and he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my panties, and started jerking them down. This was always a very telling moment for me. Seeing a girl that looked as pink and puffy as I was would usually stop the guys in their tracks. So I looked around at all their faces as I felt that last bit of cotton being tugged from my crease. After they were off my legs, Robert picked my legs back up, spread them, and asked me to make a wish as if my legs were a wishbone. I never felt so bared to anyone in all my life. One of the other guys grabbed one of my legs, and Robert began to pinch and finger my chubby little lips and clit.

I couldn’t hide how nice it felt, and despite all the boys looking directly at my shame of never growing up, I was in absolute heaven. I suddenly realized that from their viewpoint, I wasn’t a freak, but they were just seeing what a thirteen year old girl might look like down there. Everyone seemed to comment on my smoothness and absence of any hair. Robert was extremely turned on and slid his hands under my bottom to lift my pussy into the air. I was in a very awkward position, but it didn’t matter in the slightest when he began lapping over the outside of my vulva. I understood the whole meal thing now and while he went to work exploring his undoubtedly first little girl, I couldn’t help but go, “Gobble, gobble, gobble. You like eating turkey?”

“I love eating turkey as smooth as this.”

“You better enjoy it because I don’t have much breast meat.”

With that, Sonny pulled my top up and over my buds to show the boys just what I did have to offer. I was bared to the world and all the guys standing around me saw my nipples hardening in the cool night air. One of the guys was talking about how much of a fox I was going to be when I grew up and I heard Sonny tell him that he wished I could stay just like I was forever. It was the wildest feeling ever having my bottom held up for Robert to feast on my crotch. He was rubbing each side of my labia between his fingers like he couldn’t believe how smooth I was. Every few seconds he would bend over and nibble at each side lightly with his teeth.

Doug spoke up and told Robert to stop hogging me, that he wanted a taste of the Thanksgiving feast. With Sonny holding my back against the bed and feeling my tiny mounds, and Robert holding my ass in the air to eat away at me, I did feel like a feast laid out for them to enjoy. When Robert wasn’t giving Doug a turn, I decided to help the guy out. I pushed Robert’s head away from my crotch and told him he could get more of me later. Doug was very pleased to get between my legs and immediately began chewing on my lips as Robert had been doing. He paused only long enough to ask me just how old I was.

“Thirteen! Does that bother you?”

He paused again and asked me to promise that I wouldn’t ever tell anyone.

“You mean about how all of you molesting me right now?”

The loft went quiet fast and I told them I would never tell anyone. After all, I was half drunk (as far as they knew) and I wasn’t exactly fighting them off. The last guy whose name I never found out came over to feel my chest a little. I had three guys groping away at me and none of them appeared to be wanting to flee. I felt so wonderful.

The trap door began popping up and Robert hurried to keep whoever it was out of the loft. I only caught a glimpse of the guy, but he clearly had to have seen what was going on with me. I heard Robert threatening him if he didn’t leave and keep his mouth shut. The strangest feeling came over me when I thought about what that person had seen. I was already in the most erotic situation I’d ever been in, but somehow that momentary peek at the nasty things that I was involved in turned everything into a sexual euphoria.

“Don’t worry Trish, we’ll make sure he doesn’t say anything. Now, let’s get back to our feasting.”

Sonny was orchestrating this whole night so well. I didn’t have to worry about anything except having a good time, and was I ever having a good time. With Sonny restraining my arms and Doug licking away at me like I was his fingers after barbecue chicken, I knew I was going to get off better than I ever had before. There was something about having my hips held into the air, my legs swaying as gravity would pull at them, and Doug biting away at my thickened lips that made this night the most fantastic adventure I’d ever been on.

As I looked at Doug’s face I was indeed feeling like a delectable dessert being feast upon. No one had ever treated me like this before and never had I ever imagined that I would be in the middle of four guys all jockeying for a position to have at me next. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Sonny kicked it up another notch, and he played the role like he was going for an Oscar.

“How’s our little turkey doing? You ready for our special treat?”

“Oooh, there’s something more special than this? What would that be?”

“I don’t think any of us have ever fucked a thirteen year old before. What do think, would the little girl like to pull a train?”

“You mean all you guys want to stick your things into me one after the other?”

“That’s right. We want to stuff our little turkey. What do you say to that?”

I couldn’t help but smile, especially since Doug started chewing on my little man in the canoe, so to show I approved of his idea to stuff their turkey I went, “Gobble, gobble, gobble.”

I suddenly found myself being pulled out from underneath Doug’s menacing nibbling by Sonny and he made it very clear to all of us that it was his intention to take me first. Robert had a slight problem with that until I promised that I’d let them all have a turn. I told them that I wasn’t a virgin and that I would have no problem in handling all of them, as long as they were nice about it. I may still have the little girl look, but my vaginal muscles had been opened already for some time and my hips had widened just enough so that fucking wasn’t a problem.

Sonny made my peasant top disappear and I was now totally nude in front of the most people I’d ever been seen by at one time, at least other than the locker room at school. I may very well feel like an eighteen year old in my mind, but in front of all these guys, totally void of any body hair that could prove my years, I was indeed that little girl that the twinkling in all their eyes were indicating. Obviously I had gone through the typical things that most girls do as far as sneaking around to find out about the birds and bees, letting a couple of older guys molest me, and even comparing bodies with my friends that were growing into their chests and hips. But being butt naked in front of these four extremely horny guys who couldn’t seem to pry their eyes from my flat, hairless body made me feel like a kid on the playground again.

Sonny laid me on my back on the makeshift bed and knelt between my legs as he stared down at me. I started trembling as he fumbled to get his pants pushed to his knees and the other guys became a blur of noises goading him on. I’d never been viewed getting fucked before, so I was very nervous over the three extra sets of eyes on me. I calmed down though when I realized my performance came down to just being there. Poor Sonny had his machismo to worry about and was putting himself into the realm of needing to perform. But when his cock came into view I could see he was definitely ready to poke the hell out of me.

I don’t know what it is, but just seeing a guy’s cock always sent me into a frenzy of lust that would make me just about beg to feel it. So, I reached out to fondle his shaft and realized that the other guys were looking on as if I was really new to seeing hardons. Little did they know!

Sonny reached his fingers down to do that separation thing guys would do to spread my lips into a more acceptable penetration mode. I felt so wet under his touch and couldn’t keep from getting a sultry look on my face. He used his other hand to first position my legs the way he wanted me to hold them off to the side, then positioned his cock in that special sweet spot that let me know it would only take a slight push to get it into me. Right now it was only Sonny and me in the loft and the others seemed to disappear into the shadows. When I felt the slippery head of his erection begin to push it’s way into me, I was stunned into total submission. I remembered the night that had brought about the talk of this whole scenario and crinkled my nose at him as I said, “Ooh, daddy, that feels so good.”

Sonny’s eyes lit up in embarrassment, but it didn’t make him miss a beat. I loved the way Sonny started off a fuck by pushing continuously until he bottomed out in me, and then would withdraw to repeat the slow, steady thrust into me. He really knew how to get a girl to accept his cock really fast and this time was no exception. My hands automatically rubbed the outer sides of my vulva to push my swollen lips against his shaft as it went back and forth. His efforts had me moaning like a love starved slut in seconds and I saw the fourth boy positioning himself closer to the edge of the bed. He had taken off his pants and his prick was waving in the air just before he took a hold of it to work it slightly in his hand.

I was such a sucker for a bared cock and reached out to grab it away from his own grip. I pulled on it for a brief moment before I tugged on it to motion him to bring it closer for me. It was obvious that I wanted to suck on it while Sonny fucked the hell out of me, and he was very glad to comply with my wishes. He knelt beside my head with my hand guiding his position. While I was wrapping my lips around the head of his cock, I could hear Robert telling everyone else that I was going to make one hell of a sweet fuck by the time I was legal and they all agreed with him. Doug commented on how my pussy lips were wrapped so tightly around Sonny’s cock that they would go back and forth with his motions as if he were ten times too big for me to handle.

I turned the top half of my body to care for the guy I was blowing and fondled his balls ever so gently. Sonny was having the time of his life fucking away at my bottom half, and absolutely sent me groaning in ecstasy when he pinched my clit roughly between the sides of his thumb and forefinger. I wanted the guy in my mouth to gag the fuck out of me, but he was still too worried over my apparent age and was going way too easy for me. I grabbed his ass to pull him into me harder, trying to show him I wanted a workout, but he was just too timid. I hate guys who just don’t understand when it’s okay to ravage a girl.

It didn’t take much effort or time to bring both guys to the brink of cumming. I heard the guy in my mouth asking Sonny if I swallowed and I gave him his answer first. I didn’t really like the taste of sperm, but if the guy helped me out just right, I would swallow for him. So, I did the usual thing of lifting his hand to the back of my head to hold me in place so he could feed his stuff to me and he took the hint well. Sonny grew even more excited at seeing that I was going to let him shoot his load into my mouth and began pumping away at me furiously. The guy told me to get ready for my main course and groaned so loudly as he started getting off in my mouth I was afraid something was wrong.

He had accomplished holding my head tight enough to him that I obeyed his demand to swallow and began working my throat muscles to swallow every spurt as he deposited it in me. All I could feel was that it was very creamy and warm. I could see hands flailing away off to each side of me and knew that Doug and Robert were jerking themselves off at the sight of me swallowing his cum. Sonny couldn’t hold back himself and started thrusting really hard at me and telling me to take his as well. The guy pulled from my mouth and Sonny pulled out of my cunt, trying somewhat feebly to make his way to my mouth. I bent up to try to help him, but the most I could do was hold my mouth open for him to try to hit me as if I were a target. He managed to get a couple of good shots into my mouth which I immediately let him see me swallow down. The rest of his load was all over my face and neck and hair.

It seemed that the guy I had just sucked off got pretty nervous and decided to leave. I made sure to thank him for his effort before the trap door closed. I was still on my back, but resting on my elbows with my legs spread showing the moistness that Sonny had caused. Sonny took one look at the satisfied look I had for him and decided I could take more. He looked towards Robert and asked him which piece of the turkey he wanted, “The tail, or the neck.” I was so thankful to him for turning me into this wonderful Thanksgiving dinner.

Robert decided he wanted the “neck” after seeing what I had done for the first guy and took his pants off. Doug was happy to get my “tail” and finished taking off his pants as well. I was very surprised by both of their cocks. Doug had a head on his much bigger than the shaft and Robert was rather stout with a head that sort of seemed to seamlessly meld into his shaft. He was also very fat and pointing straight out for me. For some reason I also seemed to like a cock that stood straight out instead of saluting for me. They seemed more inviting in some way.

I didn’t hesitate to wrap my lips around Robert’s chubby cock and it got immensely hard in an instant. It was probably the shortest prick I’d ever had, since the playground stuff, but it was plenty full enough to make my lips ache. Doug was lifting my hips off the bed again and held me in mid air as he lobbed his cock into position. His head was so big that he really had to push hard to get it past my vaginal muscles, and when he did I had to pause on Robert as I got use to the size of him. All I could do was hang onto Robert’s hips while I relaxed. When they sensed I was ready, they each worked on their own ends of their turkey meal. All I could think about for the moment was how I could feel the head of Doug’s cock every place it touched the inside of me. I was hoping he wouldn’t flop out by accident so I wouldn’t have to endure his getting into me again.

Both guys were taking it pretty easy on me and kept talking about how I was one fine thirteen year old. I saw Sonny off to the side smirking over knowing what the real deal was and how I was soaking it up. We were all enjoying ourselves quite a bit until the trap door popped up again. Sonny went to stop the person. I couldn’t really see them, but I could hear a girl’s voice and felt rather slutty at getting caught fucking two guys at once. Sonny and the girl were arguing over something and then I heard the door slam shut. I figured we were all alone again and went back into sleazy mode. It was probably a couple of minutes later before I realized that there was a girl standing just behind me, watching me get fucked at both ends. And it had to be pretty obvious that I was enjoying both their efforts.

I pulled away from Robert’s cock and looked at the girl without saying a word. I was trying to size her up and what she was doing standing there just watching us. When I saw the desire in her eyes, I knew from having allowed some of my girlfriends to make out with me that she wouldn’t mind getting a piece as well. I rarely ever fantasized about even making out with a girl in front of guys, but as I lapped at Robert’s cock in a very seductive way for her to watch, my own lust to get really nasty kicked in. I paused again long enough to ask her if she wanted to join in and all I heard was, “Sure!” before both guys pumped the hell out of me, “neck and tail”.

Sonny began prepping her for her turn which made me wonder just how it was going to happen. He explained how I was being their Thanksgiving feast and how the guys were in the midst of partaking of the turkey. I chuckled a little and muffled out another, “gobble, gobble, gobble” for her. That got her to come over to me and begin running the tips of her fingers all over my exposed skin. Her touch was driving me wild, and when her hand covered one of my buds, I held it in place with my own hand to show her how amazing it felt.

The guys couldn’t take anymore and Robert held onto my head while he started filling my mouth with his cum. When Doug said he was getting ready as well, the girl bent over me and held her head close to my crotch. She was a cum sucker herself and Doug didn’t hesitate to pull out of me and let her take over sucking him off. We were both moaning over the juice we were getting, and swallowing for Robert was no longer an issue. I gladly kept up to the new girl and gulped every drop down. Even before Doug finished filling her mouth, I felt the soft touch of a feminine hand sliding two fingers over the outside of my fully engorged vulva. Again I grabbed at her hand to let her know how much I liked the feel of her touching me.

While both boys were pulling themselves together, the girl told me her name was Danielle and how she had always wanted to check out a girl my age before. She told me how fascinating I looked to her and how she enjoyed all my youthful smoothness and non-existent development. I thought to myself how she had better enjoy it, because it wasn’t going to be changing.

Danielle swung a leg over me and looked around at the guys. We both became painfully aware that we were about to put on a show for them that they were never going to get out of their minds. I watched her intently as she struggled to get her tee shirt over her head and then fumbled with her own bra. I always loved seeing the developed boobs of a girl my own age, and hers were perfect perky little suckers I instantly grabbed in the palms of my own hands. I tweaked her nipples as she arched them forward for me to give her approval. I ran my hands around her back and pulled her chest to my mouth so I could take a taste of her tits. I gotta admit; when it comes to girls, I’m a real nipple freak. And I worked them over well enough so she knew it.

After I got her so enthralled that she knew we had to get right down to it, she got off me and raced to get her pants and shoes off. I was amazed to see this farm girl wasn’t wearing any panties and wondered if it was just for this party or a normal thing for her. She had a very full bush, but cropped very short. If the girl I was going to have fun with had to have hair, that was the way I preferred it.

When Danielle was bare, she took quick note of me still lying in wait for her and decided she was rather hungry herself. I was waiting for her to fall over onto me, but instead she knelt between my legs and began to bite at my swollen lips, much to the “hoorahs” of the three boys in attendance. I love the way a girl eats pussy. We just know the territory so well that every lap, every nibble was intentionally placed. She was only the third girl to really eat me out, but she was proving that girls know how to do it much better than the average male.

The next thing I knew, my knees were hoisted into the air and being held apart so she could have a better aim at me. She licked all around my lips and mons ever so lightly that she was making me squirm like crazy. I twisted my fingers in her hair and held her from getting away, as if she wanted to. I thought I was going to lose control of my bladder when her tongue snaked into my hole and twisted around. She spent a good minute fucking me with her tongue in a way I’ll never forget. As soon as she was done there, she attacked my clit just as savagely. It was a good thing that this girl didn’t live closer to me or I might just have to go full tilt lesbian for a while.

Danielle had my ass bouncing all over the place to get away from her grip, so finally she had enough and started to stand over me. Her smile made me so happy knowing that she had enjoyed herself so much; after all, I sure did. I thought Sonny was going to spray the whole room down when he saw her slowly crawling over me. I had spent many nights with girlfriends practicing my kissing, but when she planted her lips over mine, all the guys disappeared from the scene as I decidedly made an effort to make-out like never before. She gently bit at my lips, my nose, and kissed my closed eyelids. All the while she was massaging my chest and tweaking my nipples.

I was feeling the heat from her boobs on my chest and with my hands. Her nipples were so hard and her scent was driving me absolutely wild with heat for a massive orgasm. And then it was my turn to please her. She pushed her torso up and away from me without ever breaking her eye contact with me. Then Danielle began crawling her way over my body to get herself into position. I kept feeling a tiny trace of wetness from her pussy trailing beneath her as she worked her hips into position. I could smell her sex long before it got to me, but I was somewhat embarrassed to begin licking away at her in front of the guys, but fair is fair.

Sonny began talking up a storm when he saw me take a few slow licks through Danielle’s very moist lips. I knew he was never going to let me live this down. She grabbed me by my pig tails and began rubbing her crotch all over my face as if she was trying to leave her scent on me. And unlike most of the girls I had taken a taste of in the past, Danielle tasted rather nice. The one thing I never really did to any other girl before was to use my tongue to fuck her with, but Danielle was quite insistent on my doing this for her. With her planted right on my face, I didn’t have much to say about it. It turned out to be a very nice experience when I saw what it did to her.

When she was satisfied with my efforts, she sat upright and started to grope her own tits as she stared at me as if to proclaim some kind of a fem dominance over me. My hands were trapped under her legs, so the only use they were to me was to grab the cheeks of her ass and rub them while I ate out a girl for real, for the first time. After a while she seemed to go into a fantasy and closed her eyes. Her head tilted back and she rubbed against my face even harder than she had been, and demanded I get my tongue into her farther. I wasn’t going to complain, because her moans of delight were something totally new to me, and I loved hearing them almost as much as the sounds a guy made when he started cumming.

I couldn’t see any of the guys anymore, but they were giving their approval throughout my service to Danielle. And she was about to give me her ultimate approval when she fell over my head, squeezed her legs together, and started a massive orgasm that made me want to crawl right inside of her. It was next to impossible to breathe the way she had my head trapped, but I continued to work on her lips and clit right up until she sat back, totally out of breath and gasping. She looked down at me with such a pleased look of satisfaction, fingered the side of my face and told me I was going to grow into one fine woman someday. I smiled thinking about how wrong she was, and that I was probably already older than she.

After she climbed off my face, I sat up on the edge of the futon and looked at the mess on the covers, and running down my chest. All the guys were given me kudos for having performed so well for a girl my age. Sonny and I exchanged looks of incredible passion between ourselves, but I gave him that look that said I couldn’t take anymore for the day. He caught on real fast and told me I’d better get my clothes on so he could get me home before curfew. Danielle was so sweet as she helped me find my clothes to get dressed. I grabbed for my panties that she was holding, but she declared them her trophy and gave me a smile like I’ll never forget. I put the rest of my clothes on and Sonny and I made our way through the trap door and down the ladder.

As we walked through the much larger crowd of partiers than there had been when I passed through earlier, I noticed several people giving me the “hairy eyeball”. I knew that word had spread about what had been going on in the loft and wanted to shrink away. I grabbed Sonny’s arm and asked him to whisk me away from all the prying eyes and he was all too happy to make my wish come true.

Later that night when I was lying in my bed going over all the naughty things I had done, I was finally happy that Sonny had helped me find a way to make sex advantageous for me for a change. It was nice getting all the big girl sex, with all the pleasures of being treated like the little girl my body still displayed. The last thing I can remember before drifting off to sleep was how I had been the feast for four guys and a girl, and relishing one last time the phrase that seemed to turn everyone on so much; gobble, gobble, gobble!

Happy Thanksgiving to all, and if you have your health, enjoy it.

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