Author: wolfcub Title: The Pack Summary: A girl enjoys the attention of four boys, and they all revel in the newly-discovered pleasures of sex. Keywords: b+g, 1st The anticipation of what she knew was about to happen gave Colleen the speed she needed to stay ahead of the boys. Her bare feet covered the front yard in long strides. Her tan, muscular legs were shown off by the short shorts that clung tightly to her body. Behind her, Jerry, Connor, Michael, and Brian struggled to keep up. When she stopped at the front door to her house, the boys slammed into her, almost knocking her down. All five pre-teens laughed between heavy breaths. Once in the house, Colleen made her way to the kitchen with all four boys in tow. She handed out drinks, then climbed onto one of the stools at the bar that separated the kitchen from the family room. Jerry and Connor climbed onto the other two stools. Behind her, Michael downed his drink with one hand and used the other to gently caress Colleen's bare shoulder. In front of her, Brian had his free hand up underneath her tank top, rubbing her firm belly. Their touch made Colleen's body tingle all over. When Brian had finished his drink, he set the glass down on the bar, then, slipping both hands under Colleen's shirt, lifted it up over her head, exposing her bare, flat chest. Colleen raised her arms and allowed Brian to remove her shirt completely, almost spilling her drink in the process. Brian took the glass from her and set it on the bar next to his own. He then leaned forward and brushed his nose against Colleen's, causing her to giggle. He turned his head slightly then pressed his lips against hers. She opened her mouth slightly and the two friends wrestled tongues, briefly. Michael tugged on Colleen's arm, pulling her off of the stool and away from Brian. He placed his own lips where Brian's had just been and kissed her deeply as he led her to the couch. Michael pushed her onto the seat and knelt down in front of her. He pulled at the elastic waistband of her shorts, and she lifted her butt off of the couch to make it easier for him to remove them. Colleen spread her legs for Michael, and his tongue went straight for her smooth, bare pussy. Behind them, Jerry, Connor, and Brian were removing their clothes. When they were naked, Jerry and Connor took a seat on the couch on either side of Colleen. Both boys were tugging at their small, limp penises. Brian grabbed the tail of Michael's shirt and pulled it up over his head, forcing him to pull away from Colleen. Brian edged his way between Colleen's legs, pressing his very firm cock up against the folds of Colleen's labia. He pulled her body toward his, and both he and Colleen enjoyed the sensation of having their bare chests and bellies pressing against each other. Michael removed his shirt the rest of the way, kicked off his shoes, and dropped his shorts. He then reached between Brian's legs and tugged on his loose-hanging testicles with a firm grip. Brian was forced stand up, but pushed his back into Michael, and both boys fell onto the couch where they began to grapple with each other, each trying to snag the other's testicles in a crippling hold. As soon as Brian had pulled away from Colleen, Jerry pounced on her. He jabbed his now-erect penis between her legs, searching for the warm, wet spot that he and his friends had learned about just a few weeks ago. He quickly found Colleen's vagina, and he grunted as his small, stiff member became engulfed in Colleen's soft, warm flesh. Knowing that he didn't have long, Jerry began pounding Colleen with the short, fast strokes that he knew would keep himself from slipping out of her. In less than twenty seconds he was pushing firmly against Colleen and releasing a small spray of clear fluid into her. Connor usually let Jerry go first because he knew he didn't take long, but once he was done, Connor would immediately push Jerry out of the way for his own turn. Next to them, Michael and Brian continued to wrestle, with Brian starting to gain the upper hand. He was lying on top of Michael with his penis nestled between Michael's buttocks. Instinctively, he began thrusting his hips as he reached under Michael's chest and pinched his nipples mercilessly. Michael hated it whenever Brian humped him. He knew he was beaten. While Michael was conceding defeat, Connor mounted Colleen. The head of his slightly-longer penis slid past the place where Jerry's short prick had deposited its meager load. When he pulled back, the tiny amount of semen was swept from Colleen's vagina. Michael's strokes were hurried because he, too, knew that he didn't have long. Brian climbed off of Michael and reached between Connor's legs, using the same trick that Michael had used on him. Connor's testicles were tight against his body, so Brian had nothing to grab, but he put enough pressure on them that Connor was forced to lift himself onto his feet. Just as Connor's penis was about to slip out of Colleen's vagina, she clamped down hard. Connor gasped in frustration as he shot three, small spurts onto Colleen's belly. Why couldn't Brian have waited a few more seconds? thought the disappointed Connor. Brian slowly pressed his penis into Colleen's vagina. She spread her legs wider for him. At just over four inches, Brian was the longest of the four boys, and Colleen loved feeling him deep inside of her. Though she never mentioned it for fear of hurting their feelings, Brian was Colleen's favorite. Not only did it feel good to be penetrated so deeply, but Brian was also the most forceful of the boys. He would hold her tightly as he made long, powerful strokes into her. She became keenly aware of his strength. She felt vulnerable, and, at the same time, she felt as if Brian were her noble protector. Colleen placed her hands on Brian's muscular buttocks and thrust her hips up to match Brian's own thrusts. She began to grunt forcefully as her mind became lost in the pleasure of mating with this strong, handsome boy. Colleen's noise spurred Brian on. He always tried to last as long as he could, but once Colleen started gasping and moaning, he could no longer control himself. He pushed as deeply as he could into her. With the head of his penis almost reaching her cervix, Brian grunted hard as several, strong spurts of semen flooded Colleen's vagina. Brian and Colleen both relaxed, but they still held each other close. Michael was annoyed that Brian always insisted on staying on top of Colleen until his penis went soft. He was desperate to have his turn with her, but he knew better than to try and hurry Brian along. Neither boy was consciously aware of it, but Brian's keen instincts were ensuring that his sperm got a head start before they would have to compete with Michael's own. Colleen, too, was unconsciously favoring Brian's sperm: she always held off her orgasm until Brian came inside of her. By this time, Michael was on edge, and he lasted less than a minute once he had penetrated Colleen. Temporarily satisfied, he moved aside so that Jerry and Connor could have another turn. Brian sat back and watched as the other boys mated with Colleen at a more leisurely pace. He enjoyed competing with the other boys to be the first one to cum inside of Colleen. Usually, he was, but as long as he beat Michael, he was happy. When it looked as if Jerry, Connor, and Michael were done, Brian mounted Colleen, once more. None of the boys was long enough to reach the puddle of Brian's semen deep inside Colleen's vagina, but the suction of their thrusting had siphoned out a lot of it, although most of Brian's sperm had already found their way safely into her uterus. Nonetheless, Brian's instincts told him to deposit another load of sperm-ladened semen into Colleen's body. His thrusting drew out much of the other boys' semen. By the time Brian had his second orgasm, very little of the other boys' sperm remained in Colleen's body. Briefly satisfied, the five children headed outside to the pool. They enjoyed the warm sun and the cool water on their naked bodies. Reinvigorated by these pleasant sensations, the boys began wrestling with each other, competing for a chance to grope Colleen. Colleen fled the pool, unconvincingly protesting their behavior. In reality, Colleen basked in the boys' attention. Being the only girl her age in a neighborhood of very few children, Colleen had grown up a tomboy, but a few months ago, she had begun to have strange feelings about the boys who were her friends. She found herself studying the boys' nearly-naked bodies when they played together. She began feeling a strange tingle throughout her body whenever one of them touched her. She had wrestled with the boys as long as she could remember, but recently, she had been feeling the urge to press her crotch against the small bulge in their shorts. She had seen the boys naked--briefly--before, as they would often change in to and out of swimsuits in front of each other, but she was growing curious to get a closer look at the parts that they had and she didn't. A few weeks ago, the boys had come over to Colleen's house to swim. They were already in their swimsuits, but Colleen had been wearing shorts and a t-shirt. She pulled off her t-shirt, and, as she was reaching for her shorts, she noticed that Brian was staring at her bare chest. When she smiled at him, Brian blushed and turned away. Colleen removed her shorts, but hesitated before putting on her bikini. This time, she noticed all four boys checking out her body. Unconsciously, her hand went between her legs, and she began rubbing her vulva. She giggled as the boys' eyes widened, which caused all four boys to blush. Rather than stop, Colleen had spread her legs a little bit and had begun rubbing harder. She enjoyed the effect she was having on her friends. She sat down on the edge of her bed and spread her legs wide to give the boys a good view. "Want a closer look?" she teased. The boys rushed over to her, pushing and shoving each other on the way. Colleen quickly pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged her ankles, cutting off the boys' view. "One at a time!" She saw the desperate look on Jerry's face and giggled. "You first, Jerry." The other three boys reluctantly backed off. Colleen spread her legs, again, and Jerry knelt in front of her. Colleen shivered with excitement as she felt his warm breath blow across the delicate skin of her young, tender pussy. She was startled when Jerry reached forward and spread her labia apart to get a look at the inside. She reflexively pulled back, a little, but when Jerry didn't stop, she relaxed and let him explore. One by one, each boy got a turn to explore in detail what they had only ever gotten glimpses of, before. Colleen enjoyed their touch as they poked, prodded, and squeezed. When they were done, Colleen announced, "Okay, it's your turn, now." All four boys gave her a puzzled look. "It's your turn to show me." Colleen groaned as the boys still seemed to have no clue. "It's your turn to show me your boy parts!" Again, all four boys blushed, but Connor fished out the drawstring of his swimsuit, untied it, and sheepishly lowered it to the floor then stepped out of it. The other boys blushed even brighter, but soon copied Connor. It was Colleen's turn to stare, wide-eyed, at the sight before her. She had never really gotten a good look at any of the boys, before, and what she had seen looked all the same, to her; however, now that she had a chance to study them, she realized that each boy was unique. Jerry had the smallest package. His testicles were held up close to his body in a single lump of flesh. A tiny nub was perched above it. Connor's penis wasn't much bigger, but his scrotum was just loose enough that Colleen could make out his individual testicles. Both Michael and Brian had clearly started puberty. Their testicles were larger and hung lower than the other boys', and their penises were slightly thicker and just long enough to hang down, a little, rather the stick out, as Jerry's and Connor's did. Colleen knelt in front of Brian to get a better look at his boy parts. She knew how sensitive boy's testicles were. She had deliberately kicked or punched each of the boys in the balls several times, over the years she had known them--whenever she felt they needed to be taken down a notch--but now, she was gentle with them. She very gently squeezed each testicle, individually, felt the loose skin of his scrotum, then tenderly traced the outline of his penis with the tips of her fingers. She was surprised when it started to grow and stiffen in response to her touch. When it was pointing straight up, she gave Brian a questioning look. Brian's face turned a deep shade of red, and he tried to conceal his erection with his hands. Colleen moved on to Michael. Brian unconsciously began slowly stroking his penis as he watched Michael's own penis stiffen as Colleen fondled him. Connor and Jerry were already stiff when Colleen got to them, their short, little erections poking straight out from their bodies. By the time Colleen was done inspecting Connor and Jerry, Michael and Brian were stroking themselves full on. Colleen's giggled, and the wide-eyed stared of the other two boys did nothing to deter them. Brian dropped to his knees. He cupped his hand and pointed his penis into it just as a thick rope of semen shot out. Michael let his semen squirt onto the wooden floor. "Ew! Is that semen?" Colleen shrieked, as she rushed over to Brian to get a closer look at the milky white fluid in his hand. "Are you kids going skinny dipping, today?" Colleen's father asked from the doorway. Jerry, Connor, and Michael scampered for their swimsuits, but Brian looked helpless, at a loss as to what to do with the semen in his hand. Colleen stood up, bounced over to her father, and gave him a hug. "Hi, Daddy!" she said in her best look-at-me-aren't-I-cute voice as she smiled up at her father. The guys were just showing me their boy parts 'cause I had shown them my girl parts." The boys were appalled by Colleen's truthful admission and were surprised by her father's reply. "Well, now that you're all familiar with each other, I guess you can forgo the bikini from now on, yes?" For the first time, the boys noticed that Colleen didn't have much in the way of tan lines. Colleen saw the realization on their faces. "I only wear my bikini when you guys come over. Daddy and I usually swim nakey." "If you boys want to try skinny dipping, you're welcomed to. If you're going to be checking each other out, I'd rather you didn't try to hide it. Don't worry, you're not in trouble. Children your age start to get curious. It's perfectly natural. So, off with those suits, and let Colleen put some sunscreen on you: it'll be fun, and you don't want to burn any sensitive parts that aren't used to the sun, yet." The boys looked at each other hesitantly. Connor was, again, the first one to lower his suit. Jerry and Michael followed. "Don't be embarrassed, Brian. Just go wash your hand in the bathroom." Despite the suggestion, Brian was profoundly embarrassed, but he did as he was told and dashed off to the bathroom. At first, it was a little awkward, but the boys quickly came to enjoy swimming naked. Soon, they were chasing each other in and around the pool as they always had before, just without the clothing. Colleen's father invited the boys to stay for dinner. When it was time to go, he had to remind them to get dressed. When they were gone, he sat down on the couch in the family room, and Colleen climbed into his lap. "Are we interested in boys, now?" he began. Colleen's face screwed up, then she blushed when she realized what he meant. "Maybe," she said, sheepishly. "Well, I don't care how nice they are, when boys get to be the age when they're interested in girls, they're only interested in one thing..." "Daddy! Ew!" "Jerry and Connor might be a little young, yet, but it's obvious that Michael and Brian were excited by your little show. The way you guys are always jumping on each other, hanging on each other, and wrestling with each other, it's only a matter of time before one of the boys starts poking around trying to find the place where his penis belongs--especially if you're going to start swimming naked, together." Colleen started with "ew," but it changed into an "ooh" as her voice betrayed her thoughts. "Yes! See? You may not be thinking about it, but your body is. You like the idea of having one of the boys inside you. Don't you?" Colleen was about to protest, but she felt the warmth of her blushing face and knew that her father wouldn't buy it. "I'm not going to tell you not to because I know you too well, but I don't want you sneaking around behind my back. We've always been honest and open with each other, and there's no reason to stop that, now. If you can't resist trying out one of the boys, at least let me know how it works out." Colleen had never had any problem sharing anything with her father, but now, she was too embarrassed to say anything. "Are you surprised that your old man is so understanding? Or is the topic just too gross to even discuss with me?" Colleen laughed, nervously, but she relaxed, just a little bit. "Daddy, I know we've talked about sex, before, but it was always so...stuffy and impersonal. Now, you're talking about me actually doing it with a boy--and not just any boy, but a specific boy: one of my friends. That's just a little bit creepy." "That's understandable. I had hoped that I could keep you 'pure' until you had finished college, but I've been watching you closely ever since you turned eleven, and I've realized that I'm going to have to give up on that foolish notion. "If you're going to have sex, there's not much difference between eleven and fifteen, and I'd rather your first time be with one of those nice gentlemen you hang out with rather than some punk jerk you happen to fall in love with when you get to middle school." "Daddy!" "Hey! Pretty young girls, such as yourself, have a tendency to fall for the bad boy punk loser delinquents while cursing the sweet, intelligent, caring boys around them to being 'just friends.' "If you're going to have a boy be something more than 'just friends,' you'd do well to pick one of the four amigos; they're great guys. Just let me warn you, whichever one you pick, the others are going to be jealous. "You're going to have to talk to them and nurse them through their hurt feelings so you don't lose them as friends. When they get mad at you, try not to get mad back. When they say mean things to you, try to understand that it's temporary, they don't really mean it, and they'll get over it. "It'll probably help if you introduce them to one of your girl friends at school." "Daddy!" "Boys that age have a hard time talking to girls! It'd be a big deal if you were to help break the ice for them. They probably won't realize what you did for them, but they'll get over the hurt much faster." "Daddy, I don't know what's worse: listening to you talk about me having sex with a boy or listening to you suggest that I hook up one of my best friends with one of my girl friends. I do know that the absolute worst part is knowing that my father knows that I'm horny! "You're right: I've been lying in bed, at night, touching myself and thinking about what it'd be like to have a boy touch me there." "There's nothing wrong with that, sweetie. You're having perfectly natural thoughts and feelings. I think most parents notice when their children start to get interested in the opposite sex. They just don't talk to them about it. I love you, and I want you to know that you can always talk to me about anything; there's absolutely nothing that's ever off limits." "I know that, Daddy, but it's still a little creepy. Some of the girls at school talk about their older sisters having sex with boys. It's always such a big secret. They talk about having to hide it from their parents. I don't know if I'll be able to do it knowing that you know about it." "That works for me! Like I said, I had hoped that you would wait until after college. If knowing that I know what you're doing keeps you from having sex, that's great." To Colleen's surprise, she found that she was becoming comfortable talking to her father about this 'gross' subject. She wasn't even freaked out enough to say, "Ew!" She was even more surprised that she was able to say what she said next without being the least bit embarrassed. "I don't know, Daddy. Every time I'm around the guys, any more, I feel all goofy inside. I think you're right: I think I really do want to try sex, but I don't know with which one. Would you think I was a slut if I wanted to try it with all four of them? "Colleen! Where did you hear that word?" "Oh, Daddy, the girls at school use it! I've known what it means for ages. That's what Jenny says about her older sister: She says she'll do it with any guy with a car." "Okay, now I'm starting to feel a little creeped out. Maybe we should both think about it, and we can talk more, later." "Okay, but I want you to answer my question, now." "What question?" "About me being a slut." "Honey, you're not a slut, and I really don't want you using that word." "I know I'm not a...one of those NOW, but would you be disappointed if you found out that your little girl was...well, you know." "I think my little girl is very smart. I love her very much, and I trust her to make good decisions. I also know that she's not so little, any more." Colleen lunged forward, giving her father a fierce hug. "I love you, Daddy!" She kissed him on the lips then went off to her room. Colleen made up her mind, that night. She WAS interested in sex, she DIDN'T want to wait, and she WASN'T interested in any boy other than Jerry, Connor, Michael, and Brian. She also liked the boys too much to risk hurting any of them. One of them was going to have to be first, but the other three would follow right behind. That was three weeks ago, and Colleen hadn't regretted her decision. The boys fought over her, but they never held a grudge, and she loved all the attention she received. Listening to her girl friends talk, Colleen had imagined sex as the boy getting on top of the girl, the two rubbing together, and then it was over. With her boys, sex was a full-contact, all-out, strenuous sport. There was always wrestling, and fighting over who got to go first--and the boys didn't pull punches (well, maybe just a little). She particularly liked the way they punished each other's testicles while battling to get on top of her. The boys had often complained about how much it hurt to even have their balls brushed, but when their clothes came off, the testicles were a favorite target. Punching and kicking seemed to be off limits, but squeezing, tugging, and crushing were all fair play. Actually, it helped avoid any serious fighting or injury because none of the boys would take much abuse before yielding to his tormentor. In this respect, Brian usually came out on top. Although none of the five children were consciously aware of it, Brian was the alpha male. Unconsciously, everyone--including Colleen--accepted this; however, no one ever spoke of it or even thought of it. Instinct simply ensured that it was Brian's sperm that populated Colleen's fallopian tubes. Colleen mated with the boys often enough that she always had live sperm in her body--mostly Brian's because of their unconscious team effort to ensure that his semen was in her body the longest--waiting for the day when she would release her first egg. Colleen knew about sperm from her talks with her father. She knew that they lived three or four days, and she relished knowing that she carried around a living part of the boys in her body all the time. When ever she would think about it, she would get a warm feeling all over. She also knew that she could get pregnant. She hadn't had her first period, yet, but Daddy had explained that it was possible for her to become pregnant without ever having had a period--if a sperm found her egg the first time she ovulated. They had both agreed that--until she developed breasts--her body probably wasn't ready to make a baby, yet. Colleen didn't like the idea of using condoms because it would spoil the rambunctious nature of their sex play; Daddy didn't like the idea of putting chemicals into his little girl's body. So, Colleen took her chances, and she enjoyed imagining that one of the boys did get her pregnant. Back at the pool, Colleen dried herself off. She knew that the boys were coming out after her, and she bent over to lie down on one of the lounge chairs just as Michael came up behind her. She felt his stiff penis brush against her butt, and she spread her legs, slightly, for him. A couple of stabs, and he found what he was looking for. He held her hips with his hands as he thrust into her. It didn't take long for him to cum, then he slumped over her and kissed her gently on the shoulder, his rapidly-softening penis slipping out of her. Jerry took his place, quickly adding his little splash to what Michael had left in her. After Connor had his turn, Colleen raised herself up on her knees and squeezed her vaginal muscles several times. She was pleased when she saw the boys' semen ooze out of her in a gooey blob. Brian came up behind her, next, placing a finger of one hand between her labia to rub her clitoris and tweaking one of her nipples with the fingers of his other hand while he kissed her on the neck. Colleen enjoyed Brian's attention for more than a minute before she finally bent over, giving him access to her vagina. Brian wasted no time mounting her. He continued to work on her clitoris with one hand and her nipples with the other. He playfully bit at her neck and shoulders while he thrust deeply into her vagina. Despite Colleen's giggling and squirming, Brian was able to last almost two minutes before he pushed hard into her and filled her with his semen. Colleen's vagina spasmed with her orgasm. This time, Colleen pulled off of Brian's still-erect penis, rolled onto her back, and pulled her legs up. She smiled up at Brian, happy with the knowledge that his semen was trapped in her body. It was another beautiful day for Colleen and the boys: a scene that would be repeated many times as they grew up, together.