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                              GROWING UP SEXY

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This is the recollections of a year in the life of a young man who was
fortunate enough to find willing girls to explore sex with him.  It was
inspired by (and is an elaboration on) a story by Steve Jensen, orignally
uploaded to Rusty and Edie's BBS.  If explicit sex bothers you, please read
no further.
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1.   My Buddy Tim

Tim and I grew up together.  Literally.  We had lived three houses apart
since we were old enough to remember.  And we were in most of the same
classes through grade school, junior high and now high school.  We had a
lot of things in common.  We played baseball, football and basketball
together.  We told each other our deepest secrets.  At the time of this
story, we were both 15 -- our birthdays were two months apart.  We were
best friends.

Oh, yes, and we each had a younger sister; my sister Susan was then 12 and
Tim's sister Cindy was almost 11.

As best friends, Tim and I did a lot of stuff together.  We explored our
small town universe for over a decade.  In the years since we turned 13, we
had spent more and more time checking out our developing sexuality.  Of
course, we began much earlier, showing each other our "weenies" when we
were in pre-school day care.  Beginning at about age 14, our weenies had
begun to get thicker and longer, our balls had dropped, and we had
developed modest patches of crinkly hair at the base of our dicks.

Tim and I discovered masturbation independently, but soon shared our
discoveries.  We had a few side-by-side masturbation sessions over at his
house and in my garage, flipping the pages of porno magazines we had
retrieved from the town dump.  Tim's cock seemed to be a little fatter than
mine, but mine was longer when soft.  When we had our "boners," we were
about the same size -- nothing sensational, but respectable six-inchers.

We were anxious to get a look at live sex.  I reported to Tim on what I had
once glimpsed when I wandered into my parents' bedroom in the middle of an
afternoon fuck.  I was only about eight years old then, but seeing a flash
of my Mom's naked breasts and my Dad's butt was worth reporting to my best
friend.  When we got to be teenagers, we both regretted that I hadn't seen
more.

Tim's mother and father were divorced.  His father lived in another town
and he almost never saw him, except for a couple of weeks in the summer.
His mother worked and she drank a lot every night.  Tim said he was always
having to put her to bed, and he could look at any part of her body when
she was really passed out.  Although he said it seemed wrong to be peeking
at anybody when they were in such misery, I was secretly envious of his
ability to explore the mystery of a woman's body.

As ten-year-olds, we peeked in windows around our neighborhood.  Most of
the time, we only saw people in their pajamas or some little kid running
around naked.  Finally, we discovered a middle-aged widow down the street
from my house who showered with the window open.  By climbing on top of a
fence at the back of her yard, we could look in and see her as she got in
and out of the shower.  From that distance, we couldn't see much detail,
but her big droopy breasts fascinated us, with their darkened ends.  And
this woman dried her black, hairy crotch with unusual vigor.

We talked about sex endlessly.  Although those porn mags were pretty
revealing, Tim and I agreed that we wanted to have a willing (and awake)
female at our disposal, to let us explore this mysterious anatomy at our
leisure.  But we both agreed that the probability of some fully-grown woman
spreading her legs for us was "somewhere between slim and none."

Aside from those side-by-side sessions with Tim, my sexual activity was
confined to jerk-off sessions in the shower or into an old athletic sock I
kept hidden under my bed.  By the time of this story, I had developed a
favorite way of masturbating; cupping and rubbing my balls with my left
hand, while pounding my spit-moistened fist up and down my cock.  For
variety, I would soap up my hands in the shower and squirt my goo from
amidst the mountain of resulting lather.  Lately, I had been fantasizing
about some faceless, big-breasted woman spreading her legs for me and
saying, "Finger-fuck me, Steve."

Despite our curiosity about all females, the increasingly-sexual world of
me and Tim never included our sisters.  Susan and I used to take baths
together, so I had seen her naked plenty of times, as Tim had seen Cindy,
but that didn't count in the "naked lady" department, because they (and we,
I guess) were just little kids.

As far as we were concerned, little sisters were always just there.  Little
sisters were not something you noticed, except when they got into your
stuff or, in some other little-girl way, caused you grief.  Our sisters
weren't even particularly good friends, because Susan's extra year meant
they were in different grades.  But they each had their own friends, so
there was often little-girl giggling in the background when Tim was at my
house, or I was at his.  We tried to ignore it.

Not that our sisters were ugly.  Tim's sister Cindy was blonde, her hair
always cut in a precision straight line across the bangs and the back,
never a hair out of place.  Her big brown eyes seemed to broadcast a look
of innocence and a hint of shyness.  Tim shared his sister's big brown eyes
but had a matching dark brown head of hair that gave him a wholesome look.
You could tell that Tim and Cindy were brother and sister at the first
glance.  My sister Susan had black, curly hair like mine, and she was bold
and brash; I guess she and I were alike too.

When our sisters turned nine and ten (and I was about 14), things began to
change.  In my general horniness, I started to notice them as something
other than neighborhood brats.  Although they still pretty much looked like
little girls, I started to see them as women who were not yet fully
developed.  Although they were far from "true" women, I could see that
their skinny little bodies had begun to develop hints of mysterious curves.

2.   Sister Sue

Of course, the event that convinced me that girls this age were growing up
was when I caught my ten-year-old sister masturbating.  It was a Saturday
afternoon, and Mom and Dad were off playing tennis.  I had just come home
from a playground basketball game.  As I parked my bike in the garage, I
looked up at Susan's room, my attention drawn by the loud rock music coming
from her open window.  I was struck dumb to see my little sister dancing
there naked!

She apparently hadn't noticed my arrival, so I snuck in the back door and
upstairs to spy on her.  Her door was almost closed, but I could see about
half her room through the narrow crack.  Which meant that I could see Susan
about half the time, as she pranced from one end of the room to the other,
jumping and writhing to the rhythm of her favorite band.  She obviously
thought she was alone.

I hadn't seen my sister naked for years; not since we stopped taking baths
together.  Frankly, she didn't look much different than I remembered from
when I was seven and she was four.  Although she was taller now, she still
had a flat chest and a hairless body.  As I looked closer, though, I saw
that she was not totally flat-chested; her little nipples stuck out from
her chest.  And, as she danced by again, I saw that one of the reasons was
that she was pinching them as she danced.  Not all the time, just every now
and then.  I also noticed her crotch was reddish, as though it had been
sunburned.  As she danced and twirled, I tried to focus on her nude pussy,
to see what made it red.  But her gyrations made it impossible to see
anything for more than an instant.

As the record came to an end, I began to understand what was going on.
Without taking the tone arm from the record, Susan flopped down on her bed,
with her feet toward the door (and me).  With her thighs stretched wide, my
little sister grabbed her hairless crotch with both hands and began a
violent rubbing and stretching.  It finally dawned on me that she was
masturbating!

Fascinated by this spectacle, I pushed the door open a bit more.  Susan was
apparently still unaware of my presence, because she continued.  She
stopped her aggressive treatment of her little pussy and began a more
gentle, rhythmic caress at the top of her crack.  From my surreptitious
readings of adult advice columns, I knew this was where the "clitoris" was
located.

I also realized this was my opportunity to see what I wanted to see.  If I
played my cards right, I could have the "willing participant" Tim and I had
fantasized about.

As Susan's hand began to move faster and her head began to toss back and
forth, I walked into her room and came to stand beside her bed.  She was
still unaware of me, until I said, "What are you doing?  I'm gonna tell Mom
on you!"

Susan's eyes flew open and her thighs slammed together.  Her mouth was
agape as she tried to cover her little nipples and her mistreated crotch
from her brother's glowing eyes.  "Wha.. Wha... What are you doing here?"
she said.

"I've been watching a very nasty little girl play with herself," I said
grimly.  "And I don't think Mom or Dad will be happy to hear about this."

Tears sprang to her eyes as she cried, "Oh, no!  Please don't tell on me."

As she folded her hands in pleading, I naturally noticed she uncovered her
nipples and cunt.

"Well, maybe I won't tell" I said.  "But you'll have to show me what you
were doing and let me fool around with you."

For a second there, I was afraid she would choose to have me tell, rather
than let me touch her.  But she blushed all over and said, with downcast
eyes, "OK, but you have to promise not to tell ANYBODY, not even Tim."

I rapidly agreed, as I sat down on the bed next to her.  To make sure she
understood my plans, I said "You have to answer all my questions and let me
show you a few things.  OK?"

When she agreed, I asked her how long she had been doing this and she said
just a week or two outside of the bathtub.  I was then surprised to learn
my little-girl sister had been playing with her pussy in the bath for
years.  She went on to explain that listening to her favorite group and
looking at their posters on her walls got her "all worked up."  She would
imagine that the lead singer was pinching her nipples and the drummer was
grinding his hands into her cunt.

"But doesn't it hurt?" I asked.

"No, it feels kinda exciting, because I don't really get that rough.  I
just pinch my nips a little bit."  When I told her to show me how, she
blushed, but slowly gave right nipple a gentle squeeze.  I immediately
reached out to give its partner a similar pinch.  I was expecting something
soft, but Susan's excitement had engorged her pre-adolescent nipples so
each was firm and almost quivering.

Beginning my "instruction" (based on reading sexual "advice" columns in
those porn mags), I said, "Let me show you something."  Wetting my fingers
with spit, I slowly rubbed around the base of the small pink towers on my
sister's chest, first one and then the other.  With more spit, I lubricated
the nipples themselves, and gently moved them from side to side, flicking
the little cones slowly.

Susan's eyes got wider, and she said, "Geez, Steve!  That feels terrific.
I can feel it feeling good all inside my body."

I reached down in my lap to adjust my cock, which had been stiff since I
first saw the beginnings of my sister's dancing demonstration.  I was still
wearing my shorts and jockstrap from basketball.  I saw Susan's eyes get
even wider.  "You're not going to stick your thing in me, are you?"

"Of course not!" I said.  "You're too little to have real sex.  But we can
play around a little."  Seemingly reassured, she relaxed on the bed, as my
fingers returned to her nipples.  Nonetheless, I noticed that she continued
to glance anxiously at my crotch.

By now, her nipples were even harder.  They were perfect cones, dark pink
and glowing with excitement.  In addition, a flush had begun to develop
over Susan's neck and shoulders.  As I flicked her little-girl nipples back
and forth on her surging chest, my sister's thighs began to grind together,
pulling the folds of her pussy into a squeezed pink purse.  Her hands, cast
out across her bed, began to clinch into little fists.  After a few minutes
of this stimulation, she spoke.  "Aren't you gonna touch my thing?" she
whined.

I had to smile at her little-girl talk.  And at the transformation from
someone who was afraid of being told on to someone who wanted to be
fingered.  Anyway, I was ready to extend my exploration of female anatomy.

"Don't call it your 'thing,'" I told her.  "You mean your vagina or your
pussy or your cunt, don't you?"

Blushing again, Susan said, "I'm not supposed to use words like that."

"But, if you're talking about your cunt, why not say so?  Let me hear you
say it.  Say 'I want you to finger-fuck my cunt.'"

Susan's blushing was furious by now, and her eyes were wide at the
naughtiness in the words and actions I was suggesting.  But her thigh-
grinding was also getting pretty furious.  As I continued to stroke her
swollen nipples, she blurted it out.  "OK, Steve.  I want you to finger-
fuck my cunt!  It's so itchy!"

I smiled at her additional comment and felt my cock give a violent twitch
at hearing such delightfully-nasty language coming out of a fourth-grader's
mouth.  I said, "OK, I'll play with your pussy, but you have to open your
legs so I can see it better."  Susan's thighs popped apart like a switch-
blade knife, as I moved my hands down her naked little belly.

So I could see things more clearly, I dropped down on the bed, putting my
head even with Susan's crotch.  I didn't realize until later that this also
placed my jumping jockstrap exactly even with Susan's eyes.

As I gently stroked the insides of her skinny thighs, my eyes were glued to
her hairless box.  Actually, now that I was so close, I could see that a
few of the downy hairs on top of her little mount were coarser than the
others and had a hint of pigment.  I could see that my little sister would
soon have some crinkly hair to match what had developed above my peter.

For now, however, I was staring with great interest at the undeveloped
pussy of a sub-teenager.  In the time since I had interrupted her furious
crotch manipulation, the angry red tinge had begun to drain away from her
fat little snatch-lips.  The snowy hills on either side of her rosy slit
now showed only a ruddy glow.

I moved my fingers up her thighs and closer to her crevice, pausing to feel
her puffy outer lips and to understand how the folds of soft skin formed
the mysterious external view of a girl's sexual organs.  Susan seemed to
appreciate this exploratory caress, because she hunched her crotch a little
wider and groaned softly.  To tease her a little more, I reached back up to
twiddle her nipples, but I discovered that Susan had already wetted them
with her own spit and was using my lesson to give herself pleasure by
flicking both nipples back and forth vigorously.

Turning back to her nude little cunt, I decided I had learned all I needed
to about the outside of a girl's pussy.  I placed my fingers on the
hairless flesh on either side of her opening and slowly opened her cunt-
lips.  I was fascinated to see the pale pink shrouds of her inner lips
glisten with her juices.  I thought to myself that spit lubricant would
apparently be unnecessary down here.  Opening the little girl's cunt also
made the ridge of her erected clit more prominent, with the shiny pink knob
barely projecting from its hood at the top of her slit.

Still holding her slit open, I moved one finger softly up and down the
outside of her little inside lips, feeling a kind of stiffness in the flesh
there.  As I began to trail my way back up toward the little clit-bump, I
heard Susan groan again.  In response to that earthy sound, my cock gave
another jump.

Then it was my turn to jump, because I felt Susan grab my peter, right
through the nylon of my basketball shorts.  Sitting up again, I looked down
at Susan's blushing countenance.  "And what do you think you're doing?" I
smiled at her.

"Can I see your thing?" she asked.  Then, remembering my earlier lesson and
grinning boldly, she said, "I want to look at your hard dick, big brother.
I want you to let me feel it and make it squirt its stuff!"

Again, I was excited by my sister's language.  "Have you ever seen a hard
one before?" I asked, thinking I'd maybe give her a first-time treat.

If possible, Susan blushed an even deeper scarlet.  "A couple of times,"
she admitted.  As I raised my eyebrows, she added, "But it wasn't my
fault!"

3.   Susan and the Cab Driver

I couldn't imagine why Susan would say it "wasn't her fault," so I tempo-
rarily lost interest in exploring her little pussy to hear more about this.
"Whose cock did you see?  Was it hard?  Did you just peek or did the guy
know you were looking?  Was he fucking someone?  Did you ever see a man
shoot his load?"

Under this barrage of interrogation, tears sprang up in Susan's eyes as she
repeated, "Oh, please don't tell anyone.  It really wasn't my fault."

Realizing how upset she was, I stroked her hair clumsily and said, "Come,
on, Sue.  I'm sure it wasn't your fault and you know I won't tell.  I just
want to hear about it.  I think it's real sexy."

With another glance at my lap, and then with downcast eyes, she began to
tell me her story.  "I was about six years old the first time," she said.
"I was taking after-school modern dance lessons from Mrs. Curdy and Mom had
to pick me up every day.  One day, she was busy with something at work, so
she called a taxicab to pick me up and take me home.  Mrs. Curdy walked me
out to the cab and talked to the driver to make sure he knew where I lived.
The cab driver was real young-looking and kinda cute.  He smiled at me and
invited me to sit up front with him, where I could see the taxi meter.  I
waved good-bye to Mrs. Curdy and hopped right in."

"He started talking to me as we pulled away, saying how cute I looked in my
dance outfit.  I was just wearing a practice leotard, but he acted like it
was some recital outfit.  Anyway, as we drove along, he started to talk
about how I was a sweet little girl and he was a great big man.  He said
there were lots of differences between us and he could show me if I wanted
him to."  Susan looked up at me with pleading in her eyes.  "I really
didn't understand what he meant!"

I reached out again to tousle her hair.  "Of course you didn't, Sue.  You
were only a little kid."  She smiled up at me and seemed to relax as she
resumed the story.

"Anyway, I didn't understand what he was offering to 'show' me, but I guess
I wanted to be polite to an adult, so I said sure.  He gave me an even
bigger grin and pulled right off the street into that parking garage over
on Willow Street.  As he drove up the ramp to the empty rooftop, he said
we'd stop there for just a second while he showed me what he was talking
about.  He said he'd even give me a chance to find out all I wanted to know
and to help him with the show."

"As we pulled onto the roof of the garage, the sun was making it real
bright in the front seat of the cab.  He pushed the seat way back and
turned to face me.  He was still smiling at me and seemed real friendly.
He was talking a lot and saying that men and girls were different in lots
of ways, but that there was one way that was most important.  Then he
unzipped his pants and pulled out his thing!"

"I was real scared then," said Susan.  "I just knew that Mom and Dad
wouldn't think it was right for me to be looking at that, so I shut my
eyes.  But he just kept talking, saying that not very many little girls got
such a good chance to see how a man was made.  He also said hardly any
girls my age ever got a chance to see a grown-up man's 'dick.'  My eyes
were still closed, but I guess my curiosity was bigger than my fright, so I
opened my eyes a little bit to see what was going on."

"The cab driver's thing was sticking straight up in the air, like a fat
flagpole coming right out of his pants.  He was touching it all over, kinda
trailing his fingers up and down and all around, especially on the end.  He
was looking at me and his smile was bigger than ever, too.  He asked me if
I liked to look at his 'dick' and I said 'I guess so,' but just so I
wouldn't make him mad.  Then he said I could touch it if I wanted to, but I
said 'No thanks' and kinda pulled up into a ball over by my door."

"He seemed to realize I was scared, then, and his eyes got real sad and he
said that I shouldn't be afraid.  He said he wouldn't touch me and he would
take me right home as soon as he showed me how a grown-up man 'gets rid of
a hard-on.'  I sorta brightened up then, because there seemed to be some
way to get this all over with.  I guess he must have seen me relax, because
that big smile returned to his face and he said I was a 'terrific little
girl.'"

"Then he told me to look closely at his 'dick' and notice how big and
strong it was.  Despite myself, I looked down to see that his thing had
gotten even bigger, and the end was now all swollen and purple.  It looked
kinda gross and scarey.  He took his hand off it for a moment, spit into
his hand, and smeared the spit all over the big old thing.  I remember
thinking to myself that it was nearly as long as the ruler in my schoolbox.
While his hand was off it, I could see it was jumping around just like
yours."

Impatient to hear the rest, I said, "Every guy's cock jumps when it's hard.
Go ahead with the story."

"Well, next he wanted me to show him something.  He said he wouldn't touch
me, but seeing my 'pussy' would help him get rid of his stiffness.  I
remember wondering at first if he was talking about somebody's pet cat, but
he pointed at my thing."  My sister blushed and corrected herself, "I mean
he pointed to my cunt."

"Of course, I told him right away that I wouldn't show it to him.  But he
smiled at me and said he could already see that I had a fat little pussy
because my dancing tights showed him.  When I looked down, I could see it
was true.  You could see the crack real clear, and all my moving around on
the seat of the cab had kind of crammed a bunch of the material up the
crack in my bottom.  Now I was real embarrassed.  Then the cab driver said
that I had already showed him my 'pussy' so I had nothing to lose.  He said
if I pulled the crotch of my tights over to one side, he could tell me what
color hair I would someday have on it."

"I realize now that he was just saying something to get me to uncover my
cunt," Susan said, blushing anew at saying the new word.  "But I was only
then beginning to understand that someday I would have hair on my thing
like Mom had.  I was curious.  But mostly, I just wanted to get home."

"Anyway, I just reached down and pulled the stretch fabric over to one
side.  My legs weren't wide open or anything, but he could see the outside
of my slit.  When I looked back over at him, I saw his hand was moving real
fast as he pumped his fist up and down his big wet thing.  He was looking
at my cunt like it was the most interesting object in the world.  Actually,
I was sorta proud to be so fascinating to a grown man.  In fact, I forgot
he was supposed to be telling what color hair I would have by my cunt,
because about then I noticed the end of his big thing was beginning to
drool out some kind of white stuff."

"When he saw that I was looking hard at his thing, he began to talk real
fast about what a great little kid I was to be showing him my 'naked little
pussy' while he 'jacked off his big old dick' for me.  As I looked up from
his pounding thing to his face, I was kinda scared at how red his face had
gotten.  His eyes were kinda shining as he looked in between my legs.  As I
watched, he gave a big groan, shut his eyes, and told me to look at his
'dick.'

"By now, I mostly wanted to find out what happened next.  I was real
surprised when I looked down at his big thing to see that he had taken his
hand off of it.  Standing up there by itself, I could see all kinds of
gross veins running up and down this big, red thing that looked sorta like
it didn't even belong to the guy.  Suddenly, he kinda lifted his bottom off
the seat and made a groaning sound.  Then, gobs of white stuff started to
come out of the end of his dick.  It looked like the paste glue we used to
make in kindergarten.  The first blobs shot way into the air and all the
rest kinda squished out in little pumping waves.  There was a lot of that
stuff he had to clean off the steering wheel and the seat before he could
take me home."

"He told me I couldn't ever tell anybody about what he showed me, because
little kids aren't supposed to learn about this until later.  I know now
that he just got his kicks masturbating in front of a little girl."

Suddenly grinning at me, Susan said, "But now that I'm safe with my big
brother, I want to rub your dick until you squirt your stuff while you play
with my itchy cunt."

4.   Peeking Through the Window

Although I was really tempted to get back to exploring her little pussy and
my cock was jumping at my sister's purposefully nasty talk, I remembered
that Susan had told me that she had seen other cocks "a couple of times."
So I said, "Well, maybe.  But first tell me about all the other times
you've seen a man's peter."

To help convince her, I reached down between her legs and gave the wet
crack between her hairless pussy lips a quick caress.  Susan looked down at
her crotch as I did it, and grinned up at me lewdly as she hunched her
naked cunt hungrily into my hand.

"OK," she said.  "But there's only one other, if you don't count all the
times I saw your little thing in the bathtub when we were younger."

Now it was my turn to blush.  "No, I'm talking about when you might have
seen a hard dick."

"Yeah, there was one more time, but that time the man didn't show it to me.
I peeked.  I was playing over at Linda Haseltine's house one day when her
daddy came rushing into the living room.  He was really mad because Linda's
big sister had left her bike in the driveway and he had almost run over it.
He told Linda's sister she would have to 'get some licks' for forgetting to
put her bicycle away."

"Linda put her finger up to her lips, in the 'hush' sign and motioned that
I should follow her as she headed toward the kitchen.  When we got outside
the house, she told me her daddy was always giving her older sister 'some
licks' and that it was fun to watch.  Motioning me to follow, she went
around the corner and began to climb a tree right next to the house.  I was
worried about getting my dress dirty, but I followed her."

"As I climbed up to the limb where Linda was sitting, I found out we could
see right into Mr. and Mrs. Haseltine's bedroom.  We couldn't hear anything
through the glass, but we could see that Mr. Haseltine was still yelling at
Linda's sister.  She was about twelve years old.  Then, he pulled out a
bench from Mrs. Haseltine's vanity and sat down on it, kinda sideways to
the window we were watching through."

"He was still talking to Linda's sister and he sort of motioned her to come
over to him.  I was real surprised to see her pull her dress up as she
stepped forward.  Then, while he was still talking to her real angry, Mr.
Haseltine reached out to pull her panties down until they hung around her
knees!  He pushed her hands higher, so her dress kind of hid her eyes.
Then I noticed he kinda leaned forward like he was staring at her cunt."

"Linda leaned over on the branch and whispered to me that her sister was
gonna get a whipping and that I should watch her father's hand real close.
I didn't see what the big deal was about watching a spanking, but I kinda
liked peeking in on someone who didn't know you were watching."

"As we watched, Linda's daddy plunked her big sister down across his lap,
with her bottom facing the window.  Mr. Haseltine raised his hand and gave
her a smack on the bottom.  As he raised his hand again, Linda's sister
squirmed with pain and opened and closed her legs so I could see the pink
skin on the inside of her cunt and some dark hair all around it .  Mr.
Haseltine hit her again and again, and I could see that her bottom was
starting to turn red."

"He kept on spanking her for about a minute.  Then, Linda poked me in the
side and told me to watch closely.  I could see that Mr. Haseltine was
apparently through with the whipping and was looking real closely at
Linda's sister's bottom.  As she continued to roll around on his lap in
pain, I was surprised to see him rub his hand all over her bottom, like he
was soothing the burning there.  Then he kinda turned his hand and started
to bore his finger into her bottom-hole!"

"Linda whispered that her daddy sometimes put his finger in her bottom,
too.  She said he told her he was checking to see if she had wiped herself
good enough.  I was real shocked to hear about that."

"Back in the bedroom, Mr. Haseltine took his finger out of Linda's sister's
bottom hole and spread her legs while she was still laying across his lap.
He started running his fingers up and down her crack and then he put his
finger right inside her cunt!  He kept it there for a few seconds, and I
couldn't see what else he might have been doing."

"All of a sudden, he picked up Linda's sister, and pointed out of his
bedroom.  I could see that she was still crying as she hobbled out the
door, with both hands rubbing her bottom and her underpants around her
knees.  Mr. Haseltine closed the door and I started to get down from the
tree, but Linda pulled me back on the branch and told me to watch what
happens next."

"When I got back on the branch and looked in the window again, I saw Mr.
Haseltine was taking off his pants.  He had on those striped shorts things
that old men wear.  Then, with his back to the window, he took off his
shorts.  I was real surprised to see that his bottom was nearly covered
with thick black hair."

"As Linda and I watched, Mr. Haseltine turned toward the door where his
daughter had just been and began to stroke his thing, which was sticking
out straight from his body.  It didn't seem to be as big as the cab
driver's, but I guess that guy had a pretty big dick.  Linda whispered that
pretty soon some white stuff would squirt out.  I thought about telling her
that I had already seen that, but remembered that I wasn't supposed to tell
anybody about the cab driver."

"I guess I knew what to expect, but it sure didn't take Mr. Haseltine long
to do it.  He just moved his hand up and down his thing about twenty times,
grabbed a handkerchief off the bed, and squirted a bunch of stuff into the
hanky.  He kinda shook all over his body, wiped off his thing and started
to put his clothes on again."

"I was gonna get down then, but Linda told me to watch what she could do.
She sorta squirmed around on the tree limb until she was sitting facing me,
with both feet on the limb and her skirt bunched up around her waist.  She
was smiling real big and then she reached down between her legs and started
stuffing her underpants into her hole!"

Susan's eyes got wide as she described this curious scene.  I could tell
that even now, years later, she just didn't quite understand what she saw
that day.  "Linda told me she was gonna be ready," Susan said.  "She said
that some day her daddy would give her a good spanking and she had been
practicing so he could stick his finger inside of her, too."

"I said I didn't get it and why would anyone want to get a spanking.  Linda
said her sister had told her that it hurt at first, but then it felt like
the best thing in the world, even with the sting of the spanking.  Linda
said her sister now did things on purpose to make her daddy mad, whenever
she knew her mother was going to be late in getting home.  Then he would
give her a spanking and put his finger in her hole."

"Linda pulled her underpants out of her hole and pulled the crotch over to
one side so I could see.  I leaned over on the branch to see better and
noticed that Linda's pants were sorta wet, like she had peed in them.  But
mostly, I noticed that Linda's thing was all red on the inside.  She spread
her legs wider and put her finger all the way inside.  Then she told me I
had to show her mine and see if a finger would fit inside."

"I felt a little funny and I was scared of falling out of the tree.  I was
also afraid that Mr. Haseltine would look out his window and see us fooling
around.  But, when I looked in the window, I saw him buckle his belt and
walk out of the bedroom.  So I moved around into the same kind of position
that Linda had used and pulled my underpants out of the way.  Linda leaned
forward and stared at my thing."

"She told me to go ahead, so I felt around to see if I could put my finger
inside.  I couldn't do it, and Linda acted like she felt sorry for me.  She
tried to put her finger inside, but it hurt.  She said that I should try it
in the bathtub, and pretty soon I would be able to do what she could do."

"Then we heard her father's car leaving, and Linda told me to follow her
real fast.  She got down out of the tree in a second and told me to hurry
up as I moved as fast as I could.  When I got down, Linda ran into the
house and up the stairs.  As soon as I caught up to her, she took my hand,
pushed open the door to her sister's room and walked in, pulling me along."

"Linda's sister was lying on her back in bed, with a sheet covering her.
>From the way the sheet made a tent shape, I could tell she had her knees up
and wide apart.  Linda told her I wanted to see her do it and that I
wouldn't tell anybody.  Her sister kinda looked at me funny and then kicked
off the sheet, never taking her hands from between her legs.  She had her
dress all bunched around her waist and her legs were spread wide apart."

"Linda told me to look real close to see how her sister 'rubbed her
button.'  I leaned over to see that one of her hands was holding her hairy
lips apart, while two fingers of her other hand were dipping inside her
hole and then rubbing a big red bump at the top of her pussy.  Her whole
bottom was still bright pink from the spanking, but she didn't seem to be
in any pain.  It was like Linda and I weren't even there, as she bumped her
hips up and down and rolled her head all over the bed.  Linda told me it
felt real good to her sister and now it sorta felt good to her, even though
she hadn't had a spanking.  I looked over at Linda and she had her skirt
pulled up and her underpants were down around her knees while she pushed a
finger in and out of her pussy real fast.  Linda's sister kinda shook all
over then, and stuck her fingers way deep inside her hole.  Linda kept on
screwing her finger in and out.  I was feeling kind of funny, like maybe I
should be doing something with my pussy, too.  But in a few minutes her
sister looked over at us and told us to go play somewhere else."

"A few days later, Linda talked me into putting my finger inside her hole
while she 'rubbed her button.'  She was over at our house, and we closed my
bedroom door while she took off her jeans and her underpants.  She laid
down on the floor with her legs open real wide and pulled her hole wide
open.  I was kinda shy about the whole thing, but Linda told me to just put
a finger inside of her.  So I leaned over and pushed my pointing finger
right in the middle of her cunt and it slid right in.  It was tight around
my finger and kinda hot.  Linda said I had it in good and deep, and she let
go of the sides of her thing then and started to rub the top, right where
her sister had that big bump.  I could see that Linda had a little bump
there and I wondered it I had one too.  Later, in the bathtub, I found out
I had a bump and it felt sorta good to rub soap suds all over it."

"When Linda told me to, I sorta moved my finger all around inside and she
said that felt real nice.  She told me to move it in and out some and I did
that too.  But then we heard Mom coming upstairs so she jumped up and put
her pants back on."

"Linda told me I should keep trying to open up my hole so I could feel good
like she did.  At first, I couldn't do it, even in the bathtub, but now I
can," said Susan, reaching down to her open crotch and sliding her middle
finger neatly into her gaping hairless cunt.

"So," said Susan, finger-fucking herself while I watched wide-eyed.  "Now
can I rub your thing -- I mean your dick?"

5.   Brother and Sister

By now, my blood was boiling.  For some reason, the idea of my little
sister showing her naked pussy to other people -- even little Linda
Haseltine -- was a super turn-on for me.  And seeing Susan's finger slide
in and out of her little-girl twat was blowing my mind.  My prick was hard
as a crowbar and was feeling painfully constrained by my jockstrap and
athletic shorts.

But I was concerned that letting her play with my dick might jeopardize the
fiction that I had her under my control because I'd caught her playing with
herself.  Finally, I said, "OK, but you have to do what I tell you to do.
This will be an educational experience for you."

Susan rolled her eyes at this, because our Dad was always labeling things
we didn't want to do "educational experiences."  But she just said, "Fine
with me" and increased the speed of the in-and-out motion of her finger in
her own pussy.  Her eyes were glued to my crotch.

All of a sudden, I was enjoying her anticipation.  Slowly and teasingly, I
reached into the leg of my shorts and freed my cock and balls from the
restraint of my jockstrap.  Now my hard dick pressed against the thin nylon
of my athletic shorts.  When I looked up at Susan, I was surprised to see a
thin film of sweat on her upper lip.  Her eyes were protruding as she
stared at the quivering outline of my member.  Her finger-fucking had
slowed, too.

Enjoying her fascination, I told her, "You can uncover it, if you want."

Susan lost no time.  Taking her finger from her cunt, she quickly used both
hands to pull aside my shorts to release my pulsing ramrod.  I was really
proud when she said, "Oh, Steve, you've really got a neat one!  And you
have hair all around it!"

But as she reached for my cock, I suddenly got concerned.  "You gotta be
gentle," I said.  "You can hurt a guy if you grab his dick too hard.  And
that's even more so for his balls."

Susan got a little pouty look on her face as she said, "Hey, dumb-head, do
you think I don't know anything?"  Then she moved her hand almost
reverently to my throbbing pole.  Her small hand wrapped around the pulsing
muscle and gave it a gentle squeeze.  "Oooo," she said, "it's so soft and
hard and hot, all at the same time!"

Leaving my little sister to her exploration of my dick, I leaned back down
to look at her pussy.  I was particularly interested to learn if my bigger
finger would fit inside her tiny hole.  Susan had relaxed from her thighs-
wide posture as she reached for my cock, so I gently nudged her legs open
again.  She needed no second suggestion, for her legs flew wide open at my
first touch.  For some reason, the contrast of the smooth, powdery hairless
pussy lips with the wet, pink insides looked good enough to eat.  However,
although I had heard about eating pussy, I didn't want to try it,
especially with my sister!

But touching her was something else again.  I returned to my slow,
feathery, up-and-down caress, just barely touching the bright pink inner
lips of Susan's pussy.  I was immediately rewarded with soft brushing
caresses up and down my quivering cock.  With the fingers of one hand, I
pulled open the curtains of Susan's cuntlips.  I was sort of surprised to
find that there was no "hole" there, but just more pink flesh.  But I
noticed that the bump at the top of her pussy lips was now pulling back to
reveal a shiny red knob.  In my urgency to find out about how a clitoris
feels, I pressed a finger directly on the newly-exposed clit-knob.

I was dismayed when Susan suddenly slammed her legs shut and sat up with a
cry.  "Oh, please, Steve," she said, "don't touch me right there.  It's too
sensitive."  But I was reassured when she told me it felt great when you
rubbed all around it.  I asked her to show me what she meant.

Susan smiled shyly and relaxed back on the bed.  With one hand still
holding my pecker, she reached down with the other, extending her middle
finger to rest just above where the ridge of her clit began.  As she turned
her head to stare at the jerking hunk of brotherly flesh in her other hand,
her finger began a rhythmic circular motion all around the hump of her
clit.  I could see that this motion made her red bump peep out again and
again from its fleshy home, sort of like it was being jacked off.

As I looked down at her, I couldn't believe my good luck.  After wishing
with Tim that I could someday have a girl who would let me touch her, now I
had a little fourth-grade girl who was holding my dick while she showed me
how she masturbated!  I told Susan to keep on jerking herself off and to
start jerking me off.

As her hand began to move up and down my cock, I moved my hand underneath
her twirling clit-massage.  With my middle finger, I searched for the
hidden hole into which she had stuck her finger earlier.  As Susan realized
what I was doing, she spread her legs wider and started to pump my peter
faster.  With this added help, my finger found its target mysteriously
hidden away in the folds of her pussy.  Carefully, I started to insert my
finger, and Susan began to go crazy.

"Oh, Steve!" she cried.  "That feels wonderful!  Your finger is so fat it
just fills me up.  And your dick is starting to leak some stuff on my
hand!"

Naturally, she didn't have to tell me that, because I could feel that I was
going to be cumming pretty quick.  Although her naked little pussy was
gripping my finger tightly, I began to jiggle it in and out.  I couldn't
really move my finger in and out as fast as I had seen Susan move hers, but
I could tell she appreciated the new sensation.

Looking down at the little nipples jiggling on the chest of my naked ten-
year-old sister as she moved her little hand up and down my cock while she
masturbated with my finger inside her, I just got so excited I shot my load
right into the air.  As the hot liquid landed on her chest, Susan joined me
in climax, moving her finger in a blur over her clit as she arched her back
so I could get my finger a little deeper in her hairless pussy.

Just at that moment, we both froze, because we heard the sound of gravel as
Mom and Dad pulled into the driveway.  In a flurry of guilty activity, I
grabbed up my clothes and ran into my room, while Susan shut her door.

We were both real scared that we would get caught, so I guess that's why we
both acted as though it had never happened.  In the next few weeks, even
when we were alone, I resisted the temptation to play with my sister, and
she never said a word about it, either.

6.   My Best Friend's Sister

In the weeks following that eventful afternoon, Susan and I didn't dare
repeat our experiments.  In fact, she seemed to avoid me.  But, as I fucked
my fist in the shower, I often thought about fingering her little pussy and
her sexy cab-driver and daughter-spanking stories.  Although her friend
Linda Haseltine was apparently ripe for some finger-fucking, she was a real
brat and I couldn't stand her.

Despite my promise of secrecy, I was tempted to tell my best friend, Tim,
about my afternoon adventure with Susan.  Maybe it's a good thing I didn't,
because my first real sexual obsession turned out to be Tim's sister,
Cindy.

It all began a few weeks later at Tim's house as I walked by Cindy's room,
on my way to the bathroom.  I noticed her door was open.  As I glanced
inside, she was taking off her tee shirt and wearing only a pair of
panties.  A year earlier, I would have walked on by, dismissing a sister as
sexually uninteresting.  Now, however, I stopped to see what I could see.
Immediately, I noticed Cindy's boyish chest now had a pair of swelling
bumps.  From across the room, her swollen nipples seemed a little bigger
than Susan's, even though Cindy was a year younger.  She started to turn
around and I ducked back to avoid being seen.  But she wasn't heading for
the door, just turning to walk into the bathroom that separated her room
from Tim's.

A few moments later, she walked back into view without a stitch on.  I only
got a brief glimpse of her hairless little pussy as she crossed my field of
view, but my cock really snapped to attention, nearly bursting the zipper
on my jeans.  I quickly walked into Tim's room and closed the door enough
to hide behind and peer back into the hall.  A minute later, Cindy came out
in her bathing suit and headed downstairs.

I continued my trip into the bathroom that Tim and Cindy shared.  And
there, dangling from the hamper, was the underwear Cindy had just removed.
Without thinking, I picked them up and examined them.  For some reason, it
was exciting to me that her panties were little-girl style -- a flowery
cotton print with lace around the legs.

Suddenly, I was seized with an inspiration.  Unzipping my jeans, I wrapped
her panties around my throbbing cock.  I was astounded at how the contrast
of her schoolgirl underwear against my red and rigid tool made me so hot I
felt like I would melt!  With only a few strokes, I felt my balls begin to
contract in preparation for a tremendous orgasm.  I spread Cindy's
underpants across my left hand as I continued to piston my peter through my
right fist.  My knees nearly gave way as I spurted jet after jet of thick
white jism across the crotch of her panties.  Guiltily, I wadded the
soaking cloth into a ball and buried it at the bottom of the hamper.  As I
did so, I found another pair of her used underpants, which I stuffed in my
pocket for later contemplation and masturbation.

>From then on, whenever I jerked off, there was almost always a pair of
Cindy's panties that I had stolen from the clothes hamper in their bathroom
that I would use to shoot my gooey teenage cum into.  Then I would sneak
them back into the hamper next time I was there.

Whenever I looked at Cindy, I wondered if she was wearing a pair of panties
that at one time had held my semen.  After I had done this quite a few
times, I was almost sure she was.  I became obsessed with the idea that it
was too bad they had been washed.  Nevertheless, the thought that this
naive nine-year-old girl was walking around with the remains of my sex
juices rubbing against her hairless little cunt aroused me tremendously.  I
couldn't stop thinking about the remains of my cock juice millimeters away
from her virginal pink canal.

I decided there was nothing I wouldn't do to see her in a pair of those
panties.  Or, especially, to see her remove a pair of those panties and
expose her naked little pussy to me while I jerked off in front of her.
Increasingly, any time I jerked my cock, I became immersed in fantasy
visions of Cindy pulling down her underpants to let me see her immature
little pussy.  I dreamed that she would slowly pull them down in front,
revealing at first the fat, bald lips on either side of her virginal
crease.  I imagined that then, with a shy smile at me from beneath her
blonde bangs and an embarrassed glance at my pounding penis, she would
reach between her legs and pull her naked pussy lips apart to show me the
glistening insides of her little-girl cunt.

For some reason, this fantasy of an innocent little girl showing me her
bald treasure was far more exciting than the pictures of wide-open, hairy
cunts available in every Penthouse magazine that Tim and I ogled at the
downtown magazine stands.  Later, I refined these images with the help of
Susan's story of Linda Haseltine's demonstration and imagined Cindy putting
on a pair of underpants wet with my jism and then stuffing the wet fabric
into her hairless little hole under my hot gaze.

My shoot-offs with these fantasies were spine-shattering.

7.   Encounter With Cindy

One night, about two weeks after my panty-soaking began, I stayed overnight
at Tim's and Cindy seemed to notice me for the first time.  We were all at
the dinner table.  Tim was talking to his mom and I had glanced across the
table at Cindy.  She looked at me, and our glances locked for what seemed
like minutes.  We were both totally out of touch with our surroundings.  As
l looked into her eyes, my thoughts were of her cotton panties pressed
tight against her bald little pussy.  Did she know that between her legs,
next to her smooth little mound, was soft cotton that had once been soaked
with my jism?  With my eyes, I told her; over and over again.

It was almost as if she understood my thoughts.  Then our private tele-
pathic conversation was interrupted by her brother's question.  "What do
you think, Steve?" he asked.  I had no idea what he was talking about.  I
had been isolated in a private sphere with his sister, oblivious to any-
thing going on around the table.  I noticed that she smiled shyly and then
looked away as I stuttered in confusion.

Later, Cindy, Tim and I went into the TV room to watch "Nightmare on Elm
Street."  Their mom had already gone to bed, having finished her customary
bottle of wine.  Cindy came into the room wearing her nightgown -- a short
flannel thing that came down to about mid-thigh.  As she lay on her stomach
in front of the TV, I got an occasional glance of her panties.  After the
first couple of glimpses, I recognized her underwear as the flower-print
panties I had first squirted my cum into.

As Tim and I sat on the couch, I continued to get brief, occasional glances
of Cindy's panties as she repositioned herself on the floor.  Sometimes I
also got a peek of her inner thigh or of her smooth, round buttocks
protruding from beneath the leg band.  I tried not to make myself obvious
when I stole these peeks, unsure of what Tim would do if he caught me
eyeing his sister.  I was also worried about Tim or Cindy noticing the
hardness that was slowly taking over my crotch.  But that became less of a
problem when Tim got up to go to the bathroom, and I could reach inside the
waistband of my jeans to lay my hard-on flat against my stomach.

And I guess something stopped being a problem for Cindy too.  Because what
had been all-too-brief, seemingly accidental peeks at her panties had
suddenly become a full spread.  Cindy had grabbed a big pillow from the
floor and positioned herself over it.  In doing so, her nightgown scooted
up just below her butt.  Her knees were bent slightly as the pillow was
under her stomach and I could see a full view of her panties as they
covered her butt.  I was in heaven!  Just as I became sure this exhibition
was accidental and that she had no idea she was arousing me, Cindy changed
positions again, this time spreading her legs widely apart, giving me a
complete view of her crotch.  I thought to myself that she had to know what
she was showing me!

As I stared at the familiar, flower-print cotton stretched across her
crotch, I could see the outline of her immature cunt-lips, extending back
to merge with her buttocks.  I could have sworn I saw a wet spot where her
crack was, but I dismissed this as impossible, because she was only nine
years old.  I desparately wanted to believe that this immature nymph wanted
to explore sex as badly as I did.  But I knew this was simply impossible.
That realization didn't keep me from enjoying the view, however.

In a few moments, Cindy shifted her position again, this time completely
blocking my view of her scantily-covered crotch.  Oh well, for the better,
I thought, because Tim came back in the room a second later.  Shortly after
that, Cindy stood up and announced she would see us both tomorrow and
headed off for bed.

In a way, I was relieved.  I needed to find a quiet place to jack off and
would have to wait for Tim to fall asleep before that would be possible.

8.   Bathroom Ecstasy

It seemed like it was hours before I had the courage to test Tim's slumber,
shaking him slightly, asking him if he were still awake.  When I was
convinced he was sound asleep, I got out of bed, dressed only in my jockey
briefs and tee shirt, and quietly walked to the bathroom that separated
Tim's room from Cindy's.  I hoped there would be a fresh pair of her
panties in the hamper.  Already, the steamy masturbatory images of little
Cindy smiling shyly and showing me her childlike cunt made my underpants
stand out in a 6-inch tent before me.

I was halfway into the bathroom before I realized Cindy was already in
there, wearing only her panties and a bra!

"Sorry!," I said starting to back out of the bathroom.

My heart nearly stopped when she replied in a conspiratorial whisper, "No,
it's okay.  I've been waiting for you.  Is Tim asleep?"

I told her I was pretty sure that he was.  I tried not to stare at her or
to rub her with my rigid pole as she brushed past me to check for herself.
Satisfied that Tim was sleeping soundly, she locked the bathroom door from
his side first, then from hers.

Turning to me with a shy smile, she whispered, "I know what you have been
doing to my panties.  Like, at first I was grossed out because I thought it
was my brother.  But then, when I came into the bathroom just after you
used it the other day, I figured it out."

I turned bright red with embarrassment, but she quickly said, "But like
it's no big deal, you know.  I even have been wearing them afterwards, when
you did it in the clean ones out of my drawer, just to see how it feels to
have a guy's stuff next to me all day."  It didn't occur to me until later
that I had never touched any panties from her drawer, just the hamper.

With the realization that one of my fantasies was about to come true, my
dick got tremendously stiff.  Seeing her glance at the quaking shape
through my briefs, I asked her if she had been putting on a show for me in
front of the television.  With downcast eyes, she admitted she had.  And
then she shocked me when she said, "I wanted to pull my panties off and
show you everything, but I was afraid Tim would come back too soon."

This was simply too much for my crotch to stand, and the resulting jump
made my beefy prick protrude through the opening in the front of my
underwear.  Although I was embarrassed to be showing my cock to this little
girl, the gleam in her eyes made me feel more at ease.  "Ooooh!" she said,
"I hoped I'd get to see your dick!"  And she pressed her hand against her
crotch as she watched my throbbing peter bob with excitement before her
eyes.

With typical teenage clumsiness, I asked Cindy if she was a virgin and she
said "Well, kind of ..."  Not knowing how else to phrase my heartfelt
question, I asked if she would like to "do some stuff" with me.  She said
she wasn't ready to go all the way yet.

"But," she said, "I want to watch you squirt your stuff in my panties ...
while I'm wearing them."  I thought I would shoot off right there.  I
wanted to ask her if she would stuff the wet cloth into her hole, but I was
afraid of scaring her or grossing her out.  I was also pretty sure a "kind-
of" virgin couldn't stuff anything into her hole.

Anyway, I was more than willing to do what she wanted, but we had to figure
out how we were going to accomplish this.  We couldn't go in her bedroom in
case her mom happened to come in for some reason.  Finally, we decided the
bathroom was best.  If we heard her mom enter the bedroom, I could always
go out the other door into Tim's room and Cindy's mom would never know.

This settled, Cindy sat up on the vanity directly across from the commode.
"Well,"  she said, "you better start doing it before tomorrow gets here
already."

The moment of truth.  Although this was precisely my masturbation fantasy,
was I horny enough to drop my drawers in front of a nine-year-old girl and
start jacking off while she watched?  It seemed perverse, but my cock was
stiffer than it had ever been and this was the closest I had ever been to
realizing my fantasy of doing it with my best friend's little sister.  I
slipped my hands under either side of the waistband and dropped my
underwear to the floor, stepping out of them.  With one hand I began to
slowly stroke the length of my cock.  With the other, I reached for Cindy's
panties, ready to help her out of them.  But she pulled away.

"I'm not ready for that yet," she told me.  I asked her how I was supposed
to cum in her panties if she wouldn't let me touch them.  She said, "When
you're ready to squirt your stuff, I'll pull them out and you can shoot in
them."  I didn't want to blow my opportunity, so I backed off.

But standing in front of her, jacking off and watching myself in the mirror
was making me go soft.  She noticed, watching my cock intently. "I'm making
you nervous, right?" she asked.

"Embarrassed is more like it," I answered.  "Maybe if I could see your
pussy while I do this, it would go better."

"Okay, sit over there," she said, nodding toward the toilet.  I did as I
was told, my cock regaining its rigidity  in anticipation of viewing the
little girl's cunny again.  Once again, as I sat on the commode, I started
to stroke my cock.  Cindy leaned back against the mirror, reached
underneath the leg band of her panties and pulled the crotch to one side,
exposing her hairless little slit.  She looked up at me as my eyes glowed
with animal passion.  "It's beautiful," I said.  Smiling proudly, she
continued to pull her underpants aside, so I could see the soft folds of
naked flesh surrounding the faint pink crease that began with a dimple
below her navel and disappeared between her buttocks.

Holding the panties out of the way with her left hand, she slowly spread
her legs.  My eyes were riveted on the mesmerizing transformation, as her
hairless lips parted and the inside of her slit glistened.  As I watched,
closely, the tiny bud of her clitoris peeked out from its hood above the
folds of wet flesh that hid the gateway to her canal.

Braver now, and less inhibited, I reached between my legs and started to
rub my balls with my other hand, just like I did when I jacked off alone.
Looking up from her winking slit, I saw that she was staring intently at my
quaking cock.

"What do you think about when you do that?" she asked.

I told her that lately I had been thinking about her, just like she was,
naked or in panties.

Obviously pleased, she said, "And I've been thinking about some stud
rubbing his dick and watching me twitch my pussy."  When I looked back
down, I saw she had extended one of her fingers to tweak the bud above her
hole while she watched me.  "Oooooh," she said, "I feel like I'm gonna pee
and cum at the same time!"

I realized that I was dangerously close to blowing my load under the
incredible stimulation of this nasty little girl's antics.  Desperate to
take my mind off her behavior, I suddenly asked her what she would have
done if it had been her brother that had been cumming in her panties.  "Oh,
probably nothing," she said.  She explained that it was just kind of
inconvenient having her clean panties soiled too (realizing once again then
that I hadn't been doing anything to her clean panties).

"Once," she whispered, "I spied on Tim in the changing room by our pool.  I
peeped through a crack in the blinds to watch him jack off."  She leered at
my pounding cock as she said, "His thing is not as long as yours, but it's
thicker."  "Anyway," she continued, "I was kinda mad because, just before
he came, he turned and shot his stuff into a towel."  She continued to rub
her clit as she said, "I really wanted to see what it looked like when he
squirted his stuff but I only got to see his butt twitch as he got off."

Still trying to avoid my imminent eruption, I asked Cindy if she had ever
showed another boy her pussy.  "One time," she answered, "I got naked and
masturbated in my room while I knew Tim was watching through a crack in the
bathroom door.  He didn't know I was intentionally putting on a show for
him."

My first thought was that Tim had never told me, but I asked Cindy, "Why
did you do that, if you didn't want to do anything with him?"

She speeded up the rubbing action of her finger, beginning to dip the tip
of her finger into her tiny naked hole.  "It made me excited knowing Tim
was watching and that he couldn't do anything anyway because Mom was
walking around downstairs at the time."

"And another time," she continued, "I was on a bus with an old man sitting
across from me.  He kept smiling at me and we were all by ourselves in the
back of the bus.  I realized he kept looking down at my legs, especially
whenever I crossed them.  So I decided to give him a thrill by crossing my
legs real high and showing him my panties."

"He was real old, with white hair and everything, but his eyes got big and
round behind his glasses.  He was staring between my legs and acting kinda
nervous.  I crossed my legs a few more times and he just kept staring at
them like there was nothing else in the world.  I was feeling real safe,
because he couldn't really do anything with the driver and other people
sitting up in front of the bus."

"In fact, I was feeling so safe that I put both my feet up on the seat and
spread my legs a little bit so that old guy could just stare right at my
panties.  And he really did!  It was like my underpants were the most
fascinating thing he had ever seen.  I could see he had a boner, too,
because his pants were like a tent in the front."

"For some reason, I decided he would get a super thrill if I showed him the
whole thing, so I reached down and pulled my underpants over to one side
like I'm doing now.  He glanced up at my face and I smiled back at him, to
let him know I wanted to show him my pussy.  He just jerked his eyes back
to my crotch and put his hand down in his lap.  I couldn't see what he was
doing, but he must have been beating his meat through his pants."

"As I watched him massage the lump in his lap, I let my finger drift down
and slide up and down the lips.  Then I spread my pussy open to show him
the inside.  Then I stuck the end of my finger into my hole.  His eyes got
even wider then, and he kinda shook all over.  A few minutes later, he got
up to leave the bus and he had a big wet spot on the front of his pants.
As he walked by me, he said, 'Thank you' real sincerely.  I thought I had
done my Brownie Scout good deed of the day."

I felt myself nearing an explosion as I listened to this story and watched
Cindy massage her little clit.  She must have sensed it from watching me
because she suddenly stood up, holding her legs together at the knees but
her feet wide apart, with her knees bent forward.  She leaned over me on
the commode.  She braced herself on the tank with one arm and put her head
almost on my shoulder.  Staring down at my pounding cock, she pulled the
front waistband of her panties away from her body and down.

"Just do it in there when you're ready.  Soak my pants and my pussy all you
want.  But don't try and put it in or anything," she cautioned me, as if in
hesitant afterthought.  "And I want to see it when your cock squirts!"

"Here it is!" I said, breaking the near whisper that we had been talking in
previously, trying to catch my breath.  The first gush of love juice hit
off-course, directly in her navel, immediately cascading down her stomach
toward the broad, bare area just above the triangle of her bald cunt.  As I
corrected my aim, the second gush intercepted the first wad on its way down
right at about where her little crack began.  Then, as my cock pulsed
uncontrollably, I half stood and guided it closer to her slit.  I'm not
sure if she leaned forward or I stood up, but my stiff cock actually
touched her crack, the head burrowing slightly between her hairless,
little-girl cunt lips as it continued to spew its sperm.

As my warm semen squirted into her crack, little Cindy parted her legs at
the knees.  My cock slipped in its own fluid slowly down her crack.  I felt
her hole and the head of my dick stopped right over it.  I could have
driven it in if I wanted to, but I had promised her I wouldn't and I didn't
want to mess things up at this point.  I looked Cindy directly in the eye
as my last few gushes of sperm squirted directly into her cunt!  Although
she was staring at the action taking place in her crotch, I could see that
her eyes were wide and kind of wild-looking.  I held my dick there until it
was done.

Cindy stood up straight and let her panties go back into position.  They
were dark with wetness all through the crotch and front -- glistening in
spots with my cum.  She sat back on the sink and spread her legs wide in
front of me at about my eye level.  Pulling the crotch of her panties back
to the side, she inserted the tip of her index finger about halfway into
the gooey passage while she vigorously massaged her clit with the other.
As she fingered her hole, the jism I had shot into her was oozing out and
running down the crack of her ass.  Her finger began to move from her cunt
to her asshole, slipping a little deeper into each opening as her knees
began to sway wider and her eyes rolled back in her head.

It was only a few moments until she started to spasm -- her little body
shook uncontrollably as she fingered her clit and her hole.  It thrilled me
to watch this little girl make herself cum in front of me.  Even though I
had just shot my load, my peter had not gone soft.  In fact, under the
stimulation of the show Cindy was putting on, it had started getting hard
again.

In a sudden wave of bravery, I stood between her legs and positioned my
cock directly in front of Cindy's wet little slit.  She slowly took her
finger out of her cunt slot and reached out to touch my hardening dick.
She still held her legs wide open and the crotch of her panties gathered
off to one side.  I followed her lead as she slowly pulled me forward with
her slimy hand and placed the head of my cock in the middle of her gushy
pussy.  I knew I was right over her hole but I didn't push.  I waited.
Would she change her mind and go all the way?

Cindy took the next step herself.  She allowed her crotch to slip forward
ever so slightly, my cock finding a smooth entrance into her well-
lubricated cunt.  She stopped just as the head of my hard cock was about to
enter her little opening.  "Please go easy.  If it starts to hurt, stop,"
she said, looking me once again directly in the eye.

I responded with a slight, steady pressure that resulted in a small "pop"
as the head of my cock slipped past the ring of the entrance to her canal.
I held it there.  I couldn't believe how hard it was just to catch my
breath to talk.  Looking down between us, I was rewarded with an exciting
view of my scarlet cock and hairy balls slowly disappearing into her fat
little hairless pussy, coated with my come.

"Have you ever done this before?" I asked.  "Well, sort of," she answered,
"but it wasn't very nice."

9.   Cindy's Tales

I pushed a little more and my cock, its head now fully engulfed in her
tight passage, managed to sink in another half inch.  I knew I was supposed
to be pumping my prick in and out of her little pussy.  I wasn't at the
point where I could pump yet, I was just trying to get it in so it didn't
hurt her.  I was sure that once things were "settled," there would be
plenty of time for action.  Also, there was her brother in the next room; a
scream or even a cry of pain may cause an untold reaction.

So we talked.  That's right -- talked!  As she sat on the vanity with her
legs spread and my cock about a quarter of the way into her cum-lubricated
baby-girl cunt, we held a conversation!  She told me about the unpleasant
experience that had made her a "sort of" virgin.

"I was doing a school project on leaves," she said, "and I wanted to get
more leaves than anyone else in the class.  I came right home from school
one day and rode my bike over to Hillside Park.  I thought I could find
every kind of tree there."

"I found a couple of new leaves, but I thought the best ones were probably
back where nobody looked.  Even though I still had my school dress on, I
began to go back in the corners of the park, where there are lots of
bushes.  In the second bunch of bushes, I heard someone talking and got
curious about what someone else was doing way back there."

"As I moved over closer to the sounds, I sorta crouched down, because I
didn't want whoever it was to see me.  I just wanted to sorta spy on them.
As I started to go around this tree with real low limbs, I could see that
there was some kind of open area on the other side.  Through the limbs, I
could see that two people were there, so I kinda squeezed under the
branches on my side of the tree and peeked through the branches on the
other side."

"A man and a woman were there, and I was shocked to see that the woman had
no shirt on.  The man was talking to her and rubbing her bazooms.  This
woman had really big bazooms, with great big brown nipples.  But her
bazooms didn't droop down.  They stuck right out from her chest, like she
had an invisible bra on.  Anyway, I kept looking and the man stopped
rubbing her bazooms and started pulling on her nipples.  I could see that
he was pulling them way out from her bazooms and then letting them go.  And
I noticed that the woman didn't holler or complain.  In fact, she didn't
say anything.  As he pinched and pulled them, her nipples got bigger and
bigger."

"I knew I shouldn't be there, but I got afraid that they would hear me if I
tried to sneak away.  And besides, I've always been real interested in sex.
I hoped I would get a chance to see his peter if I stayed."

"Anyway, the man kept pulling on those huge nipples.  After a few minutes,
it was like she had bazooms on the end of her bazooms.  Each brown circle
had turned into a red-brown mountain.  And i could hear that he was talking
real dirty to the woman.  Like he was saying she had 'great tits' and a
'fuckable mouth.'  The woman kind of drifted down on her knees then, and
held her bazooms in her hands so the man could keep pulling on her nipples.
Her eyes were kinda crazy looking -- real wide.  And she was breathing real
hard.  But she never said a word."

"Finally, the man told her to show him how good her mouth was.  She moved
over to him on her knees and started doing something to his pants.  But his
back was toward me, so I couldn't see what she was doing.  Then she leaned
forward and he started to make grunting noises.  I heard him tell her she
had a big mouth and knew how to use it."

"I was so curious to see what she was doing that I moved over closer to the
open area.  I was probably so interested in seeing what was going on that I
forgot to be careful to be quiet.   Anyway, about the same time that I
could see that the man's cock was sticking out of his pants and the woman
was licking it, the man said 'Come on out, little girl.'"

"At first I wanted to run, but then I decided that I would be safe because
the man already had a girl and the woman wouldn't hurt me.  So I stepped
out from behind the tree limbs and looked at them curiously."

"The man said that I was welcome to come over and watch how a real woman
takes care of her man.  I was still a little scared, so I only took a step
or two closer, so I could get a good look at his cock.  And he had a big
one, all slick from the woman's licking and with a great big red knob at
the end."

"Then the man said that he was showing me his cock and his girlfriend was
showing me her tits, so I should show them my pussy.  Of course, I said no,
but I was already thinking about how my pussy was tingling.  I thought I
might just run away from them and ride my bike home, rubbing my pussy on
the bicycle saddle until I got my cum."

I interrupted her then to ask how long she had been "getting her cum."
Cindy looked down at my prick slowly sliding back into her bare cunny and
told me that she had been rubbing her pussy as long as she could remember,
and had been able to get her cookies since second grade.

"Anyway," she said, "the man told me to come on and pull up my skirt and
show them my panties.  He said his girlfriend would show me how easy it
was.  Immediately, the woman stopped licking his dick, stood up and lifted
her skirts to show me she wasn't even wearing underpants.  But her big bush
of hair made me ashamed to show mine."

"The man must have known I was thinking something like this, because he
said he personally preferred to be able to see the shape of a girl's pussy,
rather than have all that hair hiding things.  The woman dropped her
skirts, got back down on her knees, and started licking his prick again.  I
really wanted to come closer to see what she was doing and to get a good
look at that big thing she had in her hands."

"I guess I thought about the old man on the bus then, because I suddenly
just decided to show them my underpants, so I pulled my skirt up and let it
fall down again.  The man told me that was a good start, but I needed to
show him my 'naked little cunt' if I was going to stay around to watch him
squirt his juice.  And that did it, because I had really wanted to see that
happen ever since a girlfriend in first grade had told me about seeing her
uncle squirt stuff."

"So I pulled up my skirt with one hand and pulled down my panties with my
other hand and moved over closer to him so he could see it.  I felt kinda
silly, but the man said that was great and asked if I wanted to touch his
cock.  Actually, I wanted to see his cock shoot its juice, but I was a
little bit interested in how that big old thing might feel, so I nodded."

"The woman moved aside and held up her bazooms so the man could pull on her
nipples some more.  She left that big pole sticking straight out of his
pants and waving in the air.  When I reached for his prick, my skirt fell
down and covered my pussy from his gaze.  So then he pulled his prick out
of my reach and suggested I pull my underpants down around my knees so I
could show myself off with one hand.  With one of his hands, the man waved
his cock at me in an inviting way.  With the other hand, he slowly pulled
one of the woman's nipples, then the other."

"By now, I just wanted to touch his big thing and see it squirt, so I
pulled my underpants all the way down, stepped out of them, and tucked my
skirt up into the waistband.  Since he could now see my bare pussy, legs,
and butt, I counted on him to let me touch his cock and watch it shoot its
load.  As I stepped near him, he took his hand off his cock so I could
reach it."

"I reached out a little hesitantly, because I didn't really know what to
expect.  The man's cock was so big that I couldn't wrap my hand around it.
Big veins were sticking out all over it.  I was surprised at how hard it
was.  But the outside skin was warm and soft.  I could feel the pulse of
his heartbeat as I held his big dick."

"Right after I started to touch him, I felt him touch me.  I jumped a bit,
but he smiled at me and gave me some nice soft strokes on my bottom and my
pussy.  I took my eyes off his bouncing prick for a few seconds to look
down at his big red hand touching my little white pussy real gently."

"I guess I decided he'd be OK, so I started to jiggle his cock the way I'd
heard it was supposed to be done.  I grabbed the outside and moved the skin
up toward the end.  Then I moved it back toward his belly.  I couldn't see
his balls, but I was too shy to ask him to take them out for me."

"The man told me I was doing a fine 'hand job' and then he said I had a
real pretty pussy.  I noticed the woman was staring between my legs as the
man stroked me there.  She spoke up for the first time and said she also
thought I had a nice little pussy, and she asked me to stand with my legs
apart so she could see it better."

"I was still concentrating on the feeling of this grown man's prick in my
hand, but I was also flattered that they thought my little pussy was
pretty.  I shifted my position to adopt a more open stance, and I felt the
man's fingers immediately drop between my legs.  I also noticed that the
woman was now pulling her own nipples with one hand, while the other hand
was under her skirt.  I guess she was masturbating while she watched the
man rub my little slit."

"But my attention was mostly on the big chunk of flesh in my hand, and I
used my other hand to help out.  I was also feeling pretty good because the
man's continual stroking motions were making my pussy lips open up.  I
thought maybe I could get my cum while I jerked this guy off.  I was
getting used to moving the skin up and down his dick when he started trying
to push his finger up my hole."

"At first, I was too surprised to do anything.  Then, as I felt his finger
begin to force its way in, I started to yell.  In thinking back on it, I
guess he never expected me to be a virgin.  But my yelling put an end to
the whole party.  He looked around like he was real scared, then he tucked
his cock back in his pants, grabbed his girlfriend, and hurried out of the
park."

"I put my underpants back on and rode my bike home fast.  That night in the
tub, I saw that my pussy was all red.  And I never got to see him squirt
his stuff!"

"Well," I said, "you got to see me squirt my stuff a while ago.  And now
you also know that not everything that gets stuck into your pussy hurts."

10.  Brothers and Sisters

Cindy smiled at me then, and asked me about my sex experience.  Remembering
my promise, I decided to leave out my episode with my sister.  I told her
that I had never even seen a girl naked before except for the showering
neighbor and that fateful day I spied on her as she changed into her
swimming suit.  I told her how I jacked off in her panties and even took a
pair home with me and did it there too.

Seemingly changing the subject, Cindy said, "Like, if you got the chance,
would you do it with your sister?"

"I don't think my sister would do it with me -- or anyone, for that
matter." I replied truthfully.

"She did it with Tim last week when she stayed over with me!" she said,
like a little girl tattling.  "She thought I was asleep, but I listened to
the whole thing through the bathroom door."

I felt the blood rush to my head.  My sister, Susan, and Tim actually
fucking!  By now, my cock was over halfway in little Cindy's pussy and I
was starting to pump it in and out.  The conversation was getting us both
hot and we had to stop frequently to catch our breath as we fucked.  She
described the sound of the bed squeaking under Tim and Susan.  She was sure
her mom would hear but she was, as usual, passed out after having put away
a bottle of wine.  She even told of how she stayed up until Susan was sound
asleep and raised Susan's nightgown and parted her panties to see if Tim
had cum in her.  He had.

"So, like what then, would you do it with Susan if you could?" she
persisted.

"Would you do it with Tim?" I returned.

"Well, if something had happened and you wouldn't have stayed over tonight,
I would have tried to get Tim to let me jack him off.  I really wanted to
see a guy shoot his stuff.  Like, I even had an extra key to the bathroom
door made so that I could open it when he got really into doing it himself.
That way he wouldn't tell me no, he would be too horny.  I don't think I
would let him fuck me though.  Maybe I would.  It would depend.  Like maybe
I would after I did it with you and he did it with Susan, we could trade.
I just don't want to be the first girl on the block to fuck my own brother,
you know?" she rambled.

My cock was all the way into her now.  I wasn't pumping full strokes, just
short thrusts.  Her cunt was so tight around my cock but it felt so warm
and good.  And her talking while I was inside her made it jiggle.

"Here, let me show you what I would do to my sister Susan if I had the
chance."  I slowly withdrew my cock from her cunt and stood her up in front
of the vanity.  With a hand on each side of her panties, I pulled the wet
garmet down over her hips.  They dropped to the floor where she stepped out
of them.  I started to lift the cotton bra over her head and she stopped
me.  "Susan probably let your brother see her tits.  Hell, she went to bed
with him and let him fuck her, didn't she?"

She slipped the bra over her head by herself.  Just as I remembered, her
tits were pointy little mounds.  Compared to the ones Tim and I had ogled
in girlie magazines, they were obviously in the early stages of
development.

Then I turned her around so that she faced the full surrounding mirrors of
the vanity.  She got the idea and stood with her feet apart and her hands
bracing herself on the sink.  Dropping to my knees behind her, I looked at
Cindy's wide-open cunt from close range.  I ran my finger up and down her
naked little pussy slit, gently at first, and then more firmly.  Cindy
indicated her approval by wiggling her butt and dropping her head to peer
back at me through her legs.  As I rubbed her cum-soaked pussy lips, I
pushed my lubricated finger a little way into her asshole, a little way
into her cunt hole, and finished by rubbing her clit with a circular
caress, trying to duplicate the motion my sister had shown me.

Standing up again, I entered her from behind, watching my straining dick
push between her hairless cunt lips while her asshole winked its excited
approval.

The whole obscene show was visible in the mirror to both of us.  We could
see my newly-stiff cock slipping in and out of her slippery, wet, hairless
little cunt.  Her little pointy nipples were bulging as I reached around to
squeeze them while I fucked her.  The feel of her smooth soft little ass
against my newly acquired pubic hair was terrific to me, and I hoped she
could feel it too.  This collage of sights and sensations and sights set
off a burst of phrases about our incestuous fantasies.

"I want to jack off Tim while Susan jacks you off!"  she exclaimed.

"I'll fuck Susan right in front of you while your brother fucks you from
behind like this.  By the way, it must have been him that jacked off in
your clean panties because I only used the ones in the hamper."

She sort of froze for a second.  "Really?" she asked, almost as if doubting
herself as much as what I was telling her.  "He's been doing it in my
panties too?  OOOHHHhhhhhhh ..."  She started the spasms again that had
shaken her little body earlier when she masturbated in front of me.

Her cunt tightened around my cock and I started once again to pump -- long,
full strokes that drove the head of my teenage member against the rear wall
of the little girl's cunt.  Her feet were now wide apart and far back from
the vanity.  Her upper body was almost horizontal, her immature swollen
nipples pointing straight down as she braced herself with her arms.  My
hands were on her waist where I now slid her up and down on my cock.

In a few moments, I erupted into her, sending stream after stream of hot
teenage cum deep into her.  Even as I looked in the mirror and saw Tim
peeking through the partially open door, I continued to squirt into his
little sister.  Cindy saw him too, but stopped twisting her rump against me
only when my cock started going soft and missed its mark, slipping up the
front of her crack.

11.  Cindy and Tim

"Nice talk!" Tim said with a smile after he knew from the eye contact that
we had both seen him.  Cindy, still out of breath, turned and grabbed for
her bra, ignoring the globs of jism that were squishing out of her cunt as
she stood and dripped down her leg.

"Guess this makes us even as far as sister-fucking goes, eh?" Tim grinned
at me.

I sensed that there was no problem -- this was the first major experience
that Tim and I hadn't shared as long as we knew each other.  But now that
the proverbial cat was out of the bag, there was no tension.  Even Cindy
felt it and turned and sat on the vanity without even bothering to pick up
her panties.  But she did cover her tits ... she was sensitive about those!

Tim stood before his sister, clad only in his jockey shorts, unlike me who
was still wearing a tee shirt.  "Are you serious about doing it with me?"
he asked her.

"First, I want you to jack off in front of Steve and me," she said, "after
all, you watched us do it for real.  You will tell us all about what you
did with Susan.  Then we will see if I am horny enough to let you squirt it
up inside of me."

Pretty soon, Tim was completely naked, sitting on the toilet.  Cindy sat on
the vanity with her legs apart, an occasional globule of cum seeping from
her gaping bald cunt, as she massaged her slimy pussy-lips.  I sat on the
side of the bathtub, feeling myself up as Tim described fucking my sister.

"It was Susan's idea," said Tim, starting a slow beat on his fat prick.  "I
had kinda gotten into the habit of sneaking off to Susan's bathroom when I
was over at your house and jerking off into a pair of her underpants.  I
had just gotten started when Susan walked in."

I remembered waiting out in the pool at the time and wondering why Tim was
in the bathroom for so long.

"When she walked in on me, I was kinda stunned, but Susan just grinned and
said there was no need for me to do that all myself.  She just sorta took
charge then.  She closed and locked the door and turned on a portable radio
to some soft-rock station.  Then she turned me around toward that full-
length mirror on the back of her door and stood beside me.  She told me to
put my hands behind my back because she was going to be doing the jacking
off for both of us."

"God, it was so intense!" said Steve, as he gave his prick a few quick
squeezes and stared at his sister's cum-soaked pussy.  "She grabbed my dick
right at the bottom and started these long, squeezing strokes.  At the same
time, she reached under her skirt with her other hand and started doing
herself."

"I asked her if I could see her cunt, but she said there wasn't time for
all that.  She said if I could jack off in her underpants, I could just
wait for some better time to see her pussy.  I thought it was real neat
that a girl could say 'pussy' and 'jack off.'"

"Anyway, she just kept up these long strokes on my cock and I started to
come, spewing my sperm all over the mirror.  Susan must have been pretty
busy under her dress, too, because she suddenly took her hand off my peter
and kinda bent over at the waist with a groan."

"Then," said Tim, "she just gave me this big smile and told me we'd have to
get together again some time.  And she walked out of the bathroom, leaving
me to tuck my dick back in my pants and clean up the mess."

As I listened to this story about my little sister's behavior, I couldn't
believe it, but I felt my dick beginning to get hard again.  And Cindy had
returned to her spread-leg, pussy-twiddling posture on the vanity.

"So what about the fucking?" Cindy asked breathlessly.

"Well," said Tim, "you know that Susan begged you to invite her over for
the night the next weekend."

"Yeah," said Cindy, "I thought that was kinda suspicious, since I don't
have many girls a year older wanting to spend the night with me."

Tim continued, "Susan stopped me in the hall before dinner and said she'd
be coming into my room for a good fucking later and didn't want me spewing
my juice with a jack-off.  Of course, hearing that kind of dirty talk made
me have a stiff dick for the rest of the evening."

"When we went to bed, I just wore a pair of underwear and my prick was
sticking out of the fly the whole time I was brushing my teeth.  I wanted
to jerk off, but I was afraid Susan wouldn't let me fuck her."

"By the time she came in, I was almost asleep.  But I woke right up when I
felt her run her hand over my stomach in the dark.  She said that she was
not sure Cindy was really asleep, but she couldn't wait any longer.  She
told me to get out of bed, so she could lie in the middle of the bed.  I
was kinda concerned about doing 'foreplay' right, but Susan was in too much
of a hurry.  She just pulled her nightgown up, pulled her underpants down
to her ankles, and lay back on the bed with her knees apart.  She told me
to 'give her some stiff meat real quick' and I skinned out of my underpants
real fast."

"It was too dark to see much, but Susan just she grabbed my dick and stuck
it in.  Then she put her arms around me and started hunching.  It took me a
couple of seconds to get the timing right, but I started pumping so I was
going in while she was hunching up.  It felt better than any jack-off I've
ever done.  But I was only able to do about ten or fifteen strokes before I
felt myself coming.  Thank heavens Susan was ahead of me, I guess, because
she started shivering and shaking as soon as I stuck in my prick.  When I
squirted my stuff inside her, she sorta went crazy, grabbing my butt so
hard I thought she would split me up along my backside."

As Tim talked, I tried hard to picture Susan jacking him off and later
going to bed with him.  I decided then and there that I was going to fuck
my sister too, just like Tim was going to fuck his.

"But now," Tim said, "I'm gonna come."

Then Tim started a faster, even beat of stroking up and down on his cock
which I knew from experience meant he was going to cum.  Cindy hopped down
from the vanity and straddled his lap as the first wad shot high into the
air, splattering all over her flat stomach.  As it dripped obscenely down
her belly, another wad hit her little-girl crack and instantly started to
form a long, thick drop, reaching downward but not separating.  Then Cindy
lowered herself on her brother's cock and started doing knee bends while he
emptied himself into her.

They looked into each other's eyes as they fucked.  Then I realized that I
had brought myself to the brink of orgasm.  I stood and looked for an
appropriate repository for my brewing jism  -- then I found it.  Cindy was
bent over her brother, his cock still moving in and out of her hairless
little hole like a piston.  The cheeks of her butt were spread and her
tight little asshole was exposed to my view.  I pressed my cock against her
asshole and felt the tip of the head begin to enter as I shot my wad.

I stepped back to watch, as the my sperm rolled down from her asshole to
combine with the cum oozing out of her crack and then down her brother's
cock, splitting into two streams at his balls and continuing down the
inside of his thighs.  He was forcing wads of it back up into her cunt with
his strokes.  With a big shudder, Cindy came once again, but only after
sinking her tongue deep into her brother's mouth.  They kissed until she
climbed off his wilting stalk.

It took a while for us all to realize what we had just experienced.  And
the talk immediately turned to including Susan in our next encounter.

12.  Family Fun

When I got back home the next day, I looked for my first chance to confront
Susan with my information about her and Tim and also to let her in on our
plans for a family fuckfest.  But she was out all afternoon and I couldn't
get her alone before dinner.  All through the meal, sitting across the
table from my sister, I thought about her fucking my best friend and felt
my cock throb in my lap.

About an hour after dinner, I went up to her room where she was studying.
I knocked and walked right in.  Susan was wearing a flannel nightgown after
taking her shower.  She pulled it more closely around her chest when she
saw it was me.  Closing her door behind me, I got right to the point.

"Say, Susan, have you been having fun lately?"  Naturally, she looked at me
suspiciously and asked what in the world I was talking about.

Smiling, I told her rapidly about my previous night's adventures at Tim's
and Cindy's house.  Her eyes got bigger and bigger as I told her bluntly
about jerking my cock off into Cindy's underpants and then fucking her.
When I recounted what Cindy and Tim had told me about her jerking Tim off
and then fucking him, Susan blushed a little bit, but didn't deny it.

In fact, Susan admitted that she had been hoping she and I could "get it
on" again some day.  She said she'd be ready for a party whenever we could
do it safely.  She really floored me, thoght, when, even with Mom and Dad
downstairs, she suggested I jerk off right there in front of her!

To encourage me, she turned in her chair, pulling up her nightgown to show
me she was completely naked.  My peter was instantly straining at my jeans
when she opened her legs to show me her nearly-hairless pussy.

I was amazed at my sister's boldness, but I was also a horny teenager who
was always looking for an opportunity to get my rocks off.  Matching her
boldness, I lowered my zipper and extracted my rigid cock.  Susan's eyes
glowed as I started stroking my boner.  Her left hand began pinching her
little nipples while her right hand dipped between her cuntlips to stroke
her bright pink slit.  Putting her heels on the seat of her chair, Susan
opened her legs wide to show me her fingers smearing her pussy juices all
over her naked crotch and massaging her clit.

This was such a sexy sight that I began to squirt in only about a minute.

My sister's look of dismay at seeing me gush my cum on her carpet was
immediately eclipsed by a look of pure lust as her stifled groans and rapid
masturbatory movements signaled the arrival of her own climax.

Zipping my pants, I left her to clean up the mess as I went back out in the
hall to intercept our parents, who were coming upstairs to bed.

Susan and I groped each other a few times over the next several weeks, but
we couldn't find any time alone.  Our big chance came about three weeks
later, when our family was invited to go to the lake for the weekend with
the Petersons.

Susan and I begged off, claiming we had school activities.  We told Mom and
Dad we thought we could stay with Tim and Cindy, so Mom called over there
to make sure.  Naturally, we had set this up ahead of time, so Tim's mom
said she'd look out for us.

On Friday night, Mom and Dad dropped us off at Tim and Cindy's, with our
knapsacks, bedrolls and books.  We all tried to act normal, eating dinner
and watching television.  About halfway through dinner, Cindy distracted
her mom while Tim poured some vodka into her wine bottle.  She was pretty
drunk by the time we finished dinner.  She took the rest of the bottle into
the den to watch television with us.

After getting ready for "bed," we four kids huddled under a big blanket on
the floor in front of the TV.  Cindy and Susan had on short nightgowns.
Tim and I were wearing pajamas.  If their mom weren't so drunk, she
probably would have wondered why we needed a blanket in the warm house.
Under the blanket, hands were touching pussies and rubbing balls.

About fifteen minutes after we settled down in front of the TV, Tim's and
Cindy's mom finished the bottle of wine and dropped off to sleep.  Tim
could barely wake her up to get her to stagger upstairs to her room.  The
girls turned off the TV and whispered that they would wait for us in Tim's
room, which was furthest from the mom's.

As Tim and I helped his mom up the stairs, my mind was so full of sex that
I snuck a feel of this grown woman's bottom.  When she didn't seem to
notice, I began to get more ideas.  Tim had told me before that he had to
put his mother to bed like this lots of times.  We walked her into her room
and Tim asked me to hold her up while he got her ready for bed.  I stood
behind her and steadied her by the shoulders as Tim unbuttoned her
housedress.  She had a bra and underpants under the housedress.  When Tim
went to put the dress in the closet and turn down the bed, I released my
hardening prick from my pajamas and stepped close to rub my rigid dong
against her filmy panties.  Again, she didn't seem to notice.  Together,
Tim and I lowered her into the bed, where she began to snore.

Looking up at me with a sly grin, Tim said, "Watch this."  And he pulled
the tops of his mother's bra down to reveal the big, brown circles on the
ends of her flattened breasts.  I wanted to touch them, because I found
grown women's breasts more fascinating than their pussies.  But I was
worried about what Tim would say.  Tim pulled his mother's bra back up, and
then reached down to pull a panty leg over to one side to show me the mat
of her dark pussy hair.  Although Tim's mother didn't move while he did
this, I was worried that she might.  So I decided to pass up this
unconscious adult to get to the willing young girls in the room down the
hall.  We turned off the light in the bedroom and closed the door securely.

When Tim and I went into his room, Susan and Cindy were sitting on his bed
and giggling like the little girls they were.  But when they saw us come
in, they jumped up to put an apparent plan into action.  Cindy got things
rolling by pulling my dick out of my pajamas.

She still didn't know about my previous get-togethers with my sister, so
Cindy said that Susan should get "into the club" by jacking me off while
she and Tim watched.  Susan gave me a little smile and took my prick from
Cindy.  Standing a little behind me, she reached around and started to pull
the loose skin of my cock up and down.  What Cindy and Tim couldn't see was
that my ten-year-old sister also reached down the back of my pajamas to
stroke her fingers up and down the crack in my ass.

I complained that I needed to see some cunt, if I was going to get really
hard and get a big cum.  With a grin, Cindy scooted over to the edge of the
bed and pulled her shortie nightgown up to reveal her bare little pussy.
Holding her bunched nightie under her chin, Cindy used both hands to spread
her naked cuntlips, in an obscene display of nine-year-old nastiness.  The
bright pink of her slit-flesh contrasted excitingly with the powdery
whiteness of her hairless cuntlips.

Then Susan said someone should give her some help with her itchy pussy
while she did all this work.  Tim already had his cock out and was stroking
it, so he came over and knelt at Susan's feet.  She raised her nightgown
just enough to uncover her nearly-hairless pussy, and Tim surprised us all
when he leaned forward to lick her slot from bottom to top!

Cindy let out a groan, gave my dick a squeeze, and increased the tempo of
jerking on my meat.  I turned a little, so I could reach up under Susan's
nightie to rub her nubbin nipples.  Remembering how she enjoyed her "rock
and roll," I gave each nip a playful pinch.

No longer the center of my attention, Cindy dropped down on the floor and
grabbed her brother's thick dick.  She rubbed it up and down while she
looked up avidly to watch him lick Susan's cunt while I rubbed and pinched
my sister's developing nipples.  Cindy's finger was buried in her own
snatch, wiggling back and forth between the hairless folds.

With all this exciting stuff going on, I was about to shoot off, so I said,
"Watch out everybody, I'm gonna shoot my load!"

To everyone's surprise, Susan leaned over and took about half my dick in
her mouth.  It felt completely different than fucking, because she rolled
her tongue around just under the cockhead.  My prick surged and spasmed as
I shot a huge sperm load into my sister's mouth.  I was so drained that I
just collapsed on the bed.  Susan followed me over to suck some more on my
softening dick.

When she saw me on my back, Cindy rushed over and knelt above my head.
Apparently making this up out of sexual frenzy, she lowered her naked
little pussy over my mouth.  I decided now was the time to find out about
cunt-sucking, especially since Tim had already done it with my sister.  So
I began to run my tongue from the bottom of Cindy's slit to the ridge of
her clitty.  Remembering what Susan had showed me, I was careful to lick
all around Cindy's clit-head, without running my rough tongue over the red
nubbin that peeked out of its hood.  Cindy apparently appreciated my
efforts, because she made snorting noises and told me it felt heavenly.

When Cindy raised her little pussy from my mouth to adjust her position, I
saw that Tim had positioned himself behind the bending Susan to pork her
from that position.  Susan continued to suck on my dick, which was now
beginning to get hard again.

Looking up at Cindy's descending twat, I got an idea.  Using my hands, I
slowed her descent while I inserted two fingers -- one in her pussy and one
in her bottom.  Then I concentrated my licking all around her clit,
twitching the ridge back and forth with my wet tongue while slowing
vibrating my fingers in her twin holes.  For a minute, I was afraid Cindy
would wake her mother up; or maybe the neighborhood.

"GAWD!" she cried.  "That feels so fucking good, Steve!"

I could feel the spasm take her as her pussy and asshole gripped my fingers
with waves of muscular action.  She collapsed off me, just as Susan stopped
sucking my dick.

Looking down, I saw that Susan was in the throes of her own orgasm, as Tim
battered his prick into the back of her cunt.  I was barely able to roll
out of the way as the two of them collapsed onto the bed.

As I stood over the tangle of partly-clothed bodies, I was surprised to see
Cindy rouse herself to turn Susan over on her back and suck her brother's
come out of Susan's gaping pussy.  As Susan opened her legs to increase the
sensuous feeling, Cindy licked up Susan's belly to suck her nipples.
Remembering Cindy's story of the man and woman in the park, I understood
how Cindy was trying to give my sister pleasure, as she sucked hard on
Susan's little nipples, pulling them away from her chest again and again.

Since I was hard again, I had to decide between Cindy's upthrust backside
and my sister's just-cleaned pussy.  My decision was made for me when Susan
reached up and pushed two fingers into Cindy's dripping box.  As she
rotated her fingers between her friend's hairless pussy lips, I could see
that she was grinding her thumb on the knot of Cindy's clit.

As I slid my dick into my sister's open cunt, Tim rose from the bed and put
his dick in his sister's mouth.  In a few minutes, we all came again.

After this exhausting day, we went to sleep in separate rooms.

13.  Brownies for Dessert

The next morning was Saturday.  We were all pretty tired and didn't make it
down to breakfast until about ten.  We exchanged sly smiles over cold
cereal, English muffins and juice.  Tim's and Cindy's mom wasn't feeling
too well, and was nursing a hangover in the back room.

Right after breakfast, Susan and Cindy put on their Brownie Scouts uniform
and went off to some sort of troop meeting.  Tim and I went out in his back
yard for some one-on-one basketball.  After about an hour, Tim's mom came
out the back door and said that Susan wanted to talk to me on the phone.

I could hear Cindy giggling in the background as Susan said, "Why don't you
stiff-cocked boys come over to Carrie Lee's house and show us your stuff?"
Well, I knew I didn't have to ask Tim about this, so I got the address and
we told Tim's mom we were going to go play basketball at the park.

When we got to the address Susan had given me, I rang the bell.  Through
the closed door, Susan called out, "Carrie's mother and father won't be
home until late, so come on in and look at this."

When Tim and I walked in, Susan, Cindy, and a little red-headed girl were
standing in a row in their Brownie Scout uniforms.  At a signal from Susan,
they all raised their skirts to show they were wearing no underwear at all.
By now, Susan's nearly-naked cunt and Cindy's bare little pussy were
familiar sights to Tim and me, so we both stared at the new hairless jewel
at the end of the line.  At another signal, all three girls dropped their
skirts, turned around, bent over, and flipped up their skirts again to show
us a rear view of their pussies and bottoms.  Reaching backward, they
separated their cheeks to show us their assholes and pussy holes.  This was
sort of a new angle for both us guys, so we looked carefully at all three
of these bare-bottomed Brownies.

Turning back around, Susan introduced us to Carrie.  Susan said she was
only nine years old, but was real interested in sex.  Cindy told us Carrie
had invited them over after Brownie Scouts meeting and then asked them if
they would let her lick their pussies.  Rather than leave us out of the
fun, they asked Carrie if she was interested in seeing some boys shoot goo
out of their peters.

Carrie reached up under her skirt and started to rub her slit as she said,
"Let's stop talking.  I'm interested in seeing Tim's and Steve's big old
things right now!"

Cindy took over then, telling us the girls had planned that Tim and I would
sit on the couch with our dicks out, Cindy and Susan will sit in chairs on
either side of the couch with their skirts tucked up, and Carrie will go
around and around and make us all feel good.  Since Tim and I thought this
sounded like a good idea, we all took our places.  Susan and Cindy pulled
their Brownie Scout uniform skirts around their waists and sat down on two
big armchairs on either side of a small couch.  They scooted forward so
their pussies were right on the edge of the chairs.

I wasn't sure about Tim, but all this naked pussy had made my rod hard as
iron.  But I decided not to take it out myself, so I went over and sat on
the couch by Cindy's chair.  Following my lead, Tim kept his pants zipped
and sat down beside me.

Ignoring our sisters, little Carrie walked right over to me and Tim as soon
as we sat down on the couch.  Saying, "Let me do it," she went down on her
knees and unzipped Tim's pants and then mine.  Then she reached right into
my tight jeans and pulled out my already-stiff prick.  She bent over to
give my cock a quick kiss and a squeeze, then turned to Tim.  When she had
done the same for him, she came back to me, unfastened the button at the
top of my zipper and spread out the opening of my pants.  Then she did the
same with Tim's pants.  Finally, she reached inside our underpants to pull
out our balls.  Cindy and Susan were watching this whole show carefully,
rubbing their thighs together in anticipation.

Then Carrie positioned herself on the rug between me and Tim.  Putting a
hand on each cock, she began to rub them both, moving the loose skin up and
down, covering and uncovering our dickheads.  Without losing a beat, she
leaned over my lap and gave the head of my cock several big, wet tongue
licks, timing it so the licks were delivered when my cockhead was exposed.
She did the same thing to Tim, while she kept up a rhythm on both our
peters.  She tried to suck Tim's cock, but her mouth was too small, so she
could only pucker her mouth over the hole at the end of his dick.

Hearing a moan to my left, I looked over to see Cindy staring fixedly at
Carrie's routine out of half-shut eyes.  Both her hands were working on her
naked little cunt, stirring up a froth in her wet gash and spreading it
over her throbbing clitty.  When I looked over Carrie's bobbing head, I saw
that my sister was also enjoying the sight of this little girl working away
on two rigid dicks.  She had one finger buried deep in her pussy while her
Brownie Scout uniform blouse was hanging open as she lubricated her swollen
nipples with quick flips of the moistened fingers of her other hand.

Little Carrie was also aware of the girls, because she left me and Tim with
our dicks swaying in the breeze while she knelt between Cindy's legs.  I
had a great view as she stuck out her little tongue and swept it from the
bottom of Cindy's hairless pussy-slit to the raging clit-ridge at the top.
Cindy put both her hands on Carrie's red head and mashed her crotch into
the nine-year-old's face.  After a few moments, though, Carrie swung away
and crawled over to give Susan some sex play.

Susan was more than ready to get some girl-licking, because she held her
pussy lips open for Carrie's tongue.  I couldn't see what Carrie did to my
sister, but Tim was getting an eyeful and Susan's eyes were rolled back in
her head.  Again, though, after a few moments, and before Susan could get
off, Carrie turned back to the couch.  I noticed that her grinning face was
wet with the girls' juices.

Before Carrie started back in on us, I asked her to stand up and let me
look at her cunt.  I told her to stand on the couch, with a leg on either
side of me.  This put her hairless, third-grade pussy right in front of my
eyes.  Her Brownie Scout skirt was held up at her waist, so I had a close-
up vision of this new young cunt framed by skinny legs in long brown
Brownie Scout socks and little saddle shoes.

I reached up to rub this little jewel and was surprised to find Carrie's
crotch was wet.  Parting her thin, hairless pussy lips, I could see her
inner tissues gleaming with her sex juice.  I was surprised that one so
young could get so juicy.  I wanted to lick her little cunt clean.  As I
leaned forward, she squatted down to point the opening of her pussy right
toward my mouth.  As I ran my tongue over her swollen flesh, she groaned
and told me, "Oh, you nasty old guy, make your tongue hard and put it all
the way inside of my little thing."

I was surprised to be called an "old guy," but I tried what she suggested.
Forming my tongue into a rigid pole of flesh, I pushed it under her naked
little mount and felt it sink between the ripples of pink flesh and
disappear into a tight, hot cavern.  Carrie's whole nine-year-old body
shook with her orgasm, as my tongue was grabbed and released by her
spasming channel.  Rewarding me with a huge grin, the little redhead jumped
down from the couch and resumed her work on the straining poles that Tim
and I had jutting from our laps.

As I savored the taste of kiddie pussy, Carrie leaned over each prick and
drooled out a mouthful of spit to lubricate her pistoning fists.  As Tim
began to snort and strain with his oncoming climax, Carrie turned all her
attention to him.  Without taking my eyes off this subteen sex machine, I
reached over to insert two fingers into Cindy's steaming cunt and was
rewarded as Cindy grabbed the arms of the chair and suspended herself above
the chairseat to swing her hips in a rapid rhythm to fuck herself on my
fingers.

To help Tim have a real good come, Carrie pumped the bottom half of Tim's
dick with one hand while she used the spit-lubricated palm of her other
hand to rub in circles on the underside of his dong just below the
cockhead.  It's sure a good thing no one else was home, because Tim
hollered, "Oh GAWD!" as he spewed his jism two feet into the air.  And I
was astounded again to see Carrie clamp her little mouth on the spurting
stump and swallow repeatedly as Tim collapsed back in a quivering mass on
the couch.

As soon as Tim stopped coming, Carrie turned her cum-smeared face to me and
reached for my rigid pole.  Running her fingers over her face, she
lubricated my dick with Tim's juices and started a rapid, two-handed pump-
and-massage motion that felt more intense than anything I had ever
experienced.

I glanced up to see that Cindy was as collapsed as her brother, but was
watching Carrie's antics with wide-eyed admiration.  On the other side, I
saw that my sister had taken a slender carrot out of her purse and was
sliding it in and out of her reddened pussy while she sucked her fingers to
taste some of Tim's jack-juice that she had managed to catch.  As I
watched, her body stiffened and her eyes rolled back as she obviously got
her jollies.  The long carrot nearly disappeared up her eleven-year-old
snatch as shudders shook her whole body.

Looking back down at the little Brownie Scout working so diligently over my
dick, I realized I was about to loose my load.  I put my hand on the back
of Carrie's head and she immediately dived down to suck the end of my
prick.  But she kept on pumping the shaft with both hands as I emptied a
huge load of semen into her throat.

When my prick was finally soft, Carrie sat back on the floor, with a big
smile on her cum-smeared face.

14.  Carrie's Story

While everyone was recovering from this sexual overload, I asked Carrie how
such a little girl got so interested in sex.

With a serious look on her face, she told us it all began when she was
about five years old!  Her mother's younger brother, Carrie's uncle, came
to stay with her family one summer before he went back to college.  He was
nineteen years old and lived in a little room over the garage in their back
yard.  Carrie also had a room of her own in the garage -- a big playroom
with her dolls, blocks and doll house.  Both her playroom and her uncle's
bedroom opened off a hall which also had a bathroom.

One day, as she was playing in her playroom by herself, she heard her uncle
come into his room next door.  She noticed that a light suddenly shined
through a cut-out on the wall when he turned on the switch in his room.
Curious, she knelt down to peer through and found out she could look right
into his room.  As she watched, her uncle began to take off his clothes.

At first, she was afraid he might catch her looking at him, but she kept
looking anyway.  She thought he would go straight into the shower across
the hall, but he continued to take off all his clothes until he was naked.
He then lay down on the rug and started doing sit-ups.  When he rolled over
and did push-ups, she could see that something was hanging down each time
he pushed his body off the carpet.  Finally, her uncle stood up and did
some "jumping jacks" as he unwittingly faced her hole in the wall.  Now,
she was completely fascinated by his flopping dick, as he jumped up and
down.

She was apparently a businesslike little girl, because she decided she had
to find out more about this thing on her uncle's body.  So she stood up,
walked over to his room, knocked on the door, and walked in.  As she came
through the door, her uncle was quickly wrapping a towel around his waist.
She was disappointed that he had covered up his mysterious thing, and she
walked around his room, making little-girl small talk and trying to sneak a
peek inside his towel.

After a few minutes, her uncle asked her what she was doing.  And she
blurted out that she wanted to see 'his floppy thing' close up.  She
pointed to the front of his towel.  Grinning, her uncle said he couldn't
show her that.

She misunderstood his reluctance, so she said she'd show him hers, like she
had with a neighbor boy her own age.  Grinning even more broadly, he said
she was too little to be worrying about things like that.  Besides, he
said, she would probably tell about it and that would get him in trouble
with her mother and father.

Carrie swore she wouldn't anyone about it.  To prove her good intentions,
she pulled up her dress and pulled down the front of her underpants.

When she looked up at him, she found that his smile had gone away.  She
said her uncle looked real serious.  Carrie thought she knew what the
trouble was, and she apologized because she didn't have any grown-up hair
on her thing or any 'bosoms' on her chest.  But he told her it was ok with
him if she was just a little girl.  In fact, he told her, he really liked
to look at naked little girls.

Carrie told us she was glad to hear that, but then she decided the problem
was that she wasn't completely naked.  She quickly pulled her underpants
down and kicked them off and pulled her dress over her head.  She was about
to take off her shoes and socks, but her uncle said that wasn't really
necessary.  So she asked him if he was going to show her his "thing."
Carrie said her teenaged uncle then took off his towel very slowly, as if
he really didn't want to.

In her little-girl way, she walked right over and examined his prick very
closely.  Sitting there on the floor of her living room, she told us what
she saw.  "It was hanging down at first, looking like a piece of pink hose
poking out of all this hair on his belly.  As I got closer, I could see
that something else that looked like a bag was hanging down behind the
hose.  Also, as I watched, his hose started to get bigger and stick
straight out."

Then, her uncle asked if he could look at her closely too.  She said she
was sort of disappointed to stop looking at his thing, but she had promised
to show him her thing, too.  So she stepped back with her hands behind her
back so he could see.  But he told her to go lie down on his bed.  She
remembered that he looked "real great" as he walked over to her with this
big prick swinging out in front of him.  She told us he asked her to open
her legs so he could see.  After looking for a few seconds, he told her
that was enough of that and he had to take a shower and get ready to go
out.  She was sort of satisfied with that, put on her panties and dress and
went next door to play with her dolls some more.  She didn't tell anyone
what she had done with her uncle.

A couple of days later, she was playing in her playroom when he came in.
Carrie walked right into his room, pulled up her dress and took off her
underpants.  Her uncle looked real surprised.  She told him that now she
wanted to see what his thing felt like.  In the spirit of sharing that she
thought they had established earlier, she told him that he could feel hers
first, and she lay back on his bed with her dress bunched up around her
waist.

He acted nervous at first, and asked her if she had told anybody about the
last time she had been in his room.  When she told him she was a "promise-
keeper," he walked over to the bed and stared down at her naked little
pussy.  Sitting down beside her on the bed, he began to stroke her pussy
lips gently, trailing his strong fingers over her powdery-smooth flesh.
She said it felt "dreamy" and almost made her forget about the touching she
wanted to do.

After a few minutes of this, however, he got up and began to undress.  She
said she thought it was neat to watch him as he took off his jeans and
underpants, leaving his tee shirt on.  Then he kneeled on bed by her head
to let his big dick swing just over her face.  She told us she reached up
to touch it and was impressed with how hot it was.  Although the outside
was soft, she said, as she played with it for a while, it got bigger and
harder.  She also got a chance to find out about his balls, which hung down
below his horizontal pole.

While she played with him, he resumed his gentle toying with the girlish
flesh between her legs.  His finger dragged again and again up the hairless
channel and paused to swirl at the top of her slit.  She said that, even at
five years old, she began to feel the soft buzz of sexual excitement as her
older uncle rubbed her toward orgasm.

Before she could actually cum, though, he got off the bed and asked if she
could keep another secret.  When she assured him that she could, he told
her to watch what a man does when a cute little girl has gotten him hard.
As she sat on the bed and watched, her nineteen-year-old uncle slowly
stroked his rigid pole until white jets of sperm soaked the towel he was
holding under it.

Carrie told us her uncle went on to give her quite an education before he
left to return to college.  He licked her hairless pussy until she had her
first orgasm.  To help her achieve similar ecstasy in the future, he also
showed her how to masturbate with her fingers and with the rubber handle of
a hairbrush.  Over the years, the hairbrush handle had taken her cherry.
Of course, she also learned several different ways to rub his dong until he
squirted his juice.  And she learned to suck the end of his pole while he
poured his sperm into her five-year-old mouth.

Carrie said she was always looking for ways to get herself off.  She said
some grown-ups were always looking up her dress while she played on the
playground equipment at the park.  She liked to show herself off, but
hadn't been able to play with guys until Tim and I showed up.

As she finished telling us her story, Carrie and everyone else in the room
were clearly excited.  Carrie fell back on the carpet, raised her Brownie
Scout skirt, and stuck a finger deep in her pussy.

Tim and I quickly moved to fuck our own sisters while Carrie watched.  My
sister scooted her bottom to the edge of the chair and put her legs on the
arm of the chair.  With her hands, she pulled her pussy lips apart to give
me a juicy pink target for my rigid dick.  Carrie scooted around on the
floor to get a good viewing angle as my cock sank into my sister's pussy.
As I plunged my peter in and out of Susan's sucking canal, Carrie reached
up to tickle my swinging balls.

In a few minutes, we were all groaning again, as Tim and I emptied our nuts
into our sexy sisters.  Carrie's little hand was a blur, as she whipped her
finger in and out of her immature little slit and panted with yet another
orgasm.

After we recovered from this second round, and as we all got ready to
leave, Carrie asked us if we would be willing to let her friend watch us
fuck sometime.  Upon quizzing, it turned out her friend was eleven years
old and already had tits.  Neither Susan nor Cindy knew her, because she
goes to a Catholic school around the corner.  After some discussion about
how "cool" this friend was, we agreed that we all might like to get
together with her someday.

Carrie stood at the door as we left and thanked us for a "real fun
afternoon."

15.  Saturday Night Party

After a night and day of fucking and sucking, you would think we would all
be ready to just fall into bed and sleep.  But horny teenagers can recover
pretty quickly.

After a hurried conference after dinner, we told Tim's and Cindy's mom we
were going to walk to the movies.  After walking down the street in the
other direction, we all sneaked across a couple of back yards to our house.
Although the alarm system was on, Susan and I knew the combination to get
us all inside.  To avoid the neighbors' suspicions, we couldn't turn any
lights on.  But the big outside lights over our pool were enough to
illuminate the den at the back of the house.

As soon as we got there, Cindy took all her clothes off and started
fingering her pussy.  "OK, what do we want to do this time?  So far, what's
felt the greatest for you guys?"

We all looked at each other, hoping someone else would speak up.  I was
thinking that cock-sucking was pretty wonderful -- either the way little
Carrie or Susan had done it.

Finally, Susan said "I thought if felt great when Cindy was sucking my
nipples real hard."

I was surprised then, because Tim kind of took charge.  He told me and
Susan to take off all our clothes as he began to strip.  Then he told Susan
to get down on all fours, in dog position.  He put Cindy on her back behind
Susan, with a pillow under her head.  Next, he told me to kneel behind
Susan's swaying butt with my legs on either side of Cindy's chest, so Cindy
could suck my dick while I finger-fucked my sister.  Finally, he lay down
underneath Susan to suck her nipples.

When everybody was in position, Susan lowered her chest to put her little
nipple-cones within reach of Tim's mouth.  Immediately, Tim began to suck
on one and then the other, while Susan groaned with pleasure.  As Tim's
dick got hard, I saw him reach down with both hands to begin the pole-and-
ball massage that would get him off.

As Cindy massaged my prick to get it good and hard, I reached for my
sister's exposed cunt.  In the pale light from the back yard, her butt
cheeks and hairless cunny lips made a series of mysterious hillocks that I
had to explore.  To begin, I ran my hands all over her back, her legs, her
butt, and her crotch.  Susan groaned again and wiggled her backside to tell
me she was enjoying the attention.

Below me, Cindy began to lick the bottom of my rock-hard dick.  Beginning
just above my balls, she ran her wet tongue up my rod, bending it down so
she could reach it all.  When she got to the end, she sucked on my cum-hole
like Carrie had done.  As she sucked on the end, she stroked the flesh up
and down in a jack-off movement.

I continued to play with my little sister's backside as the pleasure of
Cindy's manipulations washed over me.  Dipping my fingertips in Susan's
brimming pussy-slit, I smeared her own juices all over her crotch, pinched
her naked lips together, pulled them wide apart, and fluttered my fingers
over her clit at the bottom of her upside-down valley.  Remembering Susan's
story about Mr. Haseltine, I slowly inserted a finger in Susan's asshole.
It was real tight in there, and Susan looked around at me in alarm.

"That feels kinda good and kinda bad, Steve.  Don't go in so deep."  So I
just put the end of my finger inside and rotated it.  Susan gave me a big
smile and said, "Now THAT feels great!"

I felt a commotion under me, as Cindy wiggled out to sit up and declare,
"I'm not going to lie here and masturbate!"  She scrambled over to her
brother and lowered her naked nine-year-old pussy on his upright shaft.

With no one there to make my dick feel good, I moved forward to insert my
straining cock into Susan's juicy cunt.  As I swung my hips to drive my
dick in and out of Susan's tight cylinder, I could feel her fingernails on
my balls, as she massaged her own clit.  Wetting my finger with spit, I
returned it to her tight asshole.  I moved it round and round and in and
out, probing deeper as she and I got closer and closer to our climax.

>From the sound of things, Tim was sucking Susan's nipples faster and
faster, as his sister bounced up and down on his cock.  As the combination
of sights, sounds, and feelings rushed to a crescendo in my body, I took my
prick out of Susan's cunt and pushed it against her asshole.  Although she
was well-lubricated and loose, her back hole was tighter than anything I
had experienced.  At first, I couldn't get in.

Susan looked back over her shoulders with wide eyes and nodded that I
should go on.  From the motion below me, I could tell that she had started
to shoot one or more of her fingers into her little cunt.  As I pushed
forward, I could see her asshole slowly expand to accept the head of my
dick.  Her bottom grabbed me like a hand and I had to stop moving to keep
from coming right there.  Slowly, I shoved my dick about an inch into my
sister's little bottom.  But I couldn't go on, because my balls contracted
to spew a huge load of sperm into her bowels.

As I emptied my load, I looked down to see little Cindy bounce her way to
ecstasy on her brother's cock.  From the cum squishing out of her pussy, I
could see that Tim had already gotten his jollies.  And the sounds from
below me, as well as the pulsing squeezes my dick was getting from Susan's
asshole, told me she was getting off.

After getting dressed, cleaning up, and snitching a couple of cokes from
our fridge, it was time to go back to Tim's house and hit the sack.

16.  Carrie's Friend

The next day, we all slept late, exhausted from our sexual adventures.  My
parents were due back from the lake about 4, so Susan and I went home about
noon.  As we walked in the house, the phone was ringing.

When I answered it, I heard, "Hi, Steve!  This is Carrie.  I'm over at my
friend's house and she really wants to meet you.  Can you and Tim come
over?"

I told her Tim was still at home and had to do something for his mom in the
afternoon, but Susan was here.  Carrie said that she guessed Susan could
come over, but there were already too many girls for just one guy.  Just
then Susan walked by and said, "I'm not going anywhere.  If I don't
practice my piano lessons, Mom will kill me!"

So I told Carrie I'd come over for an hour or so.  Following her direc-
tions, I approached a big house on Crescent Avenue from the back, crossing
the park where Cindy met the nipple-puller.  Parting the big bushes, I
could see the playhouse she had told me about in the back of the yard.
Carrie and two other girls were watching for me and motioned me to run
across the open space to the open window.  I looked both ways and examined
the house to try to make sure no one was watching the back yard.  Then I
dashed from the bushes to the back of the playhouse and clambered through
the window.

The playhouse was all set up for little-girl play, with a big doll house, a
puppet theater, and an array of dolls and stuffed animals.  As she closed
the window, Carrie introduced me to the two other girls.

Her friend Liz was easy to identify, because she had two noticeable humps
pushing out the front of her tee shirt.  I also noticed that her butt
seemed to fill out her shorts a bit better than the other girls with whom I
had spent the weekend.  She was taller than Carrie, almost as tall as me,
with long brown hair, big brown eyes, and freckles across her nose and
cheeks.  She smiled at me nervously when Carrie introduced her.

I wasn't expecting to see a third girl there, but Carrie said Liz's sister
Amber was only eight years old but really loved to lick pussy and wanted to
see me fuck her sister.  Amber looked like a really little girl, with light
brown hair and blue eyes.  The picture of schoolgirl cuteness was completed
with a frilly dress, little white socks and black shoes.  Amber also looked
up at me nervously, as though she didn't know what to expect.

I smiled at them both and said I was glad to meet them.  This was true, of
course, because I was definitely making some new bedroom buddies this
weekend.

Carrie told me, "Liz and Amber are nervous, because they've never been
around a guy before."   In an apparent attempt to make them feel at ease,
Carrie took off her shorts and underpants, showing me her now-familiar
skinny little pussy.  I could feel my dick stir in my pants.

Carrie then went over to Liz and told her she should show me her tits.  Liz
blushed prettily, but pulled off her tee shirt and turned toward me
nervously.  Her breasts were clearly more developed than Susan's puffed-up
nipples, with real mounds the size of half-oranges protruding from her
chest, crowned with pale pink circles.  Under my glowing gaze, the nipples
began to pucker and swell away from the breast flesh.

Carrie said she loved to lick Liz's nipples and make them stand up hard.
Suiting action to words, she stepped over and lowered her head to fasten
her lips around each of these pink towers in turn.

Then, turning to Amber, she said, "Okay, honey, it's your turn to show this
guy your sweet little gizmo."  At first, Amber shook her head, still
looking at me in a frightened kind of way.  So Carrie suggested I show the
girls my peter.

By now, my dick was pretty stiff and needed to get free of my underwear.  I
unzipped my jeans, reached in and hauled out six inches of hardening flesh.
Liz's eyes glistened as she looked at it, and Amber was cute as could be,
with her mouth open in wonder.  Although Carrie had sucked my dick before,
she was sort of caught up in the atmosphere and stroked her bare pussy
while she also gawked at my swaying pole.

I decided that I wanted to be in charge of this show, so I walked over to
Liz and started flicking her nipples, while I told Carrie to take off Liz
and Amber's pants.  Liz's breasts felt firm under my hands.  I lubricated
my fingers with spit and tweaked the pink nipples into firm buttons.

As Carrie pulled Liz's shorts and underpants around her ankles, I noticed
that Liz had been wearing "grown-up" underwear of some kind of flimsy
flowered material.  When I looked up, I found that Liz had closed her eyes
in sensuous enjoyment of my caresses.  I began to run my hands all over her
breasts, shoulders, and stomach, noticing especially the tuft of hair
growing at the top of her box.

By then, Amber had stepped over and was staring at my bobbing shaft.
Reaching out tentatively, she tried to hold it, but her hand was too small
to go around it.  As Amber stood there, Carrie reached up under the little
girl's dress and pulled her plain cotton panties down so she could step out
of them.  With eyes wide, Amber said, "His thing is too big for me to
grab."

To my surprise, Liz reached down beneath her sister's groping hands and put
her hand under my dick to hold my squirming balls gently.  With an extended
finger, she stroked the sensitive patch of skin just behind my balls.  I
retaliated by pinching her nipples, harder and harder, until I realized it
just felt more and more exciting to her.

To maintain my control of the scene and to work us all up into even more
excitement, I stepped back and began to direct my half-naked harem into a
series of poses and actions that would get us all ready for action.

I told Carrie to sit up on the couch, with her knees up and spread.  As she
scrambled into position, I told her to hold her pussy lips open.  Once
again, I saw the bright pink insides of the little redhead's bald cunt.
Looking around the room, I picked up a doll's baby bottle and handed it to
Liz, telling her to stick that in Carrie's hole and to start licking her
clit.  With only a moment's hesitation, Liz took the bottle, dropped to her
knees in front of the lewdly-splayed Carrie, and pushed the small bottle
into her friend's girlish opening.  Carrie looked down in wide-eyed wonder
as Liz pushed the bottle in, and then threw her head back and groaned as
Liz's tongue began to lash her clitty.  I was amused to see that Liz's red-
nailed fingers had dipped between her own legs to pinch and rub her almost
hairless pussy lips.

Looking down, I found little Amber with her skirt bunched up around her
waist, both hands rubbing her crotch, and her eyes darting back and forth
between the Carrie-and-Liz show and my unsupported straining cock.  To make
her a part of the show, I asked her to stand on a table beside the couch.

Sitting down beside the writhing Carrie, I asked Amber to lift her skirt
and show me her cute little pussy.  With a glance at Liz's waggling tongue
sweeping across Carrie's clit, I leaned forward to look more closely at
Amber's smooth, fat second-grade twat.  In the light from the window, I
could see the redness on both cuntlips that she had caused with her
manipulations a few moments ago.  My cock was quaking at the idea of this
little girl showing me her naked pussy while my bare penis twitched beneath
her gaze.

I reached out with both hands to separate the fat little lips and stoke the
membranes within.  To help me, Amber half-squatted, holding up her skirt
and staring down at my dick.  I ran my fingers all the way back to her
little bottom hole, rubbing it a few times before returning to her red-
rimmed immature cunt.  I could see that her clit was really tiny, almost
hidden at the top of her inner lips.  Sitting back and giving my cock a few
quick strokes, I asked Amber if she could put her finger inside her pussy.

"Not yet," she said.  "But what you were doing felt real nice."

I needed to put my cock somewhere and was about to substitute for the baby
bottle in Carrie's cunt when I had an idea.  I stood up, walked around
behind Amber, and positioned her on the table in front of me.  I pushed my
dong between her chubby little legs.  When I told Amber to close her legs,
I found my dick enclosed in a warm and powdery tunnel.  As I looked over
her shoulder, I was treated to the stimulating picture of Carrie having one
orgasm after another under Liz's tongue-lashing, and Liz pummeling two
fingers in and out of her sopping snatch as fast as she could.

Carrie looked up to see the red head of my dick protruding from between
Amber's little thighs and said, "Geez that looks so sexy!"  Liz looked up
too.  With the pause in the action in her own crotch, Carrie hopped up to
suck the head of my dick as I began to move it back and forth under Amber's
crotch.  Liz collapsed back on the couch, pushing the baby bottle into her
own cunt as she massaged a really huge red bump peeping through the hair at
the top of her slit.  Her firm breasts bobbled on her chest as she tossed
her body back and forth in a violent fucking motion.

Amber also seemed to enjoy the new position, saying, "Oooooo, I feel your
big old thing rubbing along my pussy and it feels neat."  It also felt
terrific to me, especially with Carrie running her tongue over the
underside of my cockhead every time I stuck it out.  I could tell she was
also tickling Amber's clit, because I could feel her fingernails gently
scraping my pistoning prick.

Over on the couch, Liz reached the end of her series of orgasms by pushing
the baby bottle completely inside her snatch.  I increased the tempo of my
thrusting and felt Amber's little-girl juices begin to lubricate her crotch
and my pumping dick.  With a final thrust, I stuffed the head of my cock
into Carrie's waiting mouth and pumped a huge load of jism that overflowed
her lips and ran down her neck.

With the intensity of this orgasm, my legs nearly gave way, and I staggered
back from the table.  I was amazed to see the tireless Carrie rub her come-
covered face into Amber's naked crotch, licking the little girl's clit
until the eight-year-old shivered all over with her own cum.

As I tore my eyes away from this depraved scene, Liz stood up from the
couch, picked up a towel, and stepped over to me.  "I think you need to be
dried off," she said with a smile.  She wrapped the towel around my shiny
dick and began to rub it vigorously.  Naturally, I thanked her by stoking
her nipples and rubbing her breasts.  Dropping my hand to her crotch, I
found that the baby bottle was still inside her.  When I pulled it out, I
found I was easily able to put two fingers in her sopping pussy hole.  I
also found that her clit was really large, and projected from the top of
her slit like a miniature prick.

I wanted to maintain my control of this fuck-fest, so I told the girls to
sit on the couch while Liz told us how she learned about sex.  I said it
would be Amber's turn before we "did it" again.

17.  Liz's Stories

Liz blushed a little but said she had been pretty dumb about sex until a
couple of years ago.

In fact, until she was about seven, she didn't even realize that men and
women were built differently.  She didn't have any brothers and had never
seen her father naked.  When she was in the second grade, she saw a man's
dick for the first time, over in the park.  Naturally, I remembered the
story of Cindy's experience at the park and wondered if Liz had run into
the same guy.  But it turns out that the park behind her house was a hotbed
of sexual activity, if only you were willing to look behind all the bushes.

Seven-year-old Liz had her first encounter over by the baseball diamond.
She told us she used to go over to the ball field all the time, not because
she liked softball, but because there were lots of families there and she
felt safe.

On the fateful day of her first penis-sighting, she was playing with her
dolls near the ball field when a man stepped into the woods near her to
pee.  He hadn't seen her, so he stepped up to a tree only a few yards from
her and pulled out his dick.  Liz said she could see that he had a long
tube coming out of the front of his pants.  She was fascinated, and wanted
to get closer to see better.  But the man finished his piss and tucked
himself back in before she could even stand up.

With her curiosity stirred up, Liz began to hang around in the woods behind
the ball field, waiting for a man to go into the woods to pee.  Then, she'd
stroll by and try to see what he was holding.  She said most men were
embarrassed and turned their backs, but a few must have figured she was
just a little kid and kept on peeing, so she could see them pretty good.
But the more she saw, the more she wanted to see.  She also said she was a
little confused, because some were long and skinny, some were short and
fat, some had skin all over the end and some didn't.  She said she also saw
a couple of little boys peeing, but she could barely see their little
hoses.  And some girls and women also stepped into the woods to pee, but
she really didn't care about watching them, and couldn't see much anyway.

In all her sneaking around in the woods, Liz said she saw plenty of other
things, like couples smooching and drunks sleeping it off.  One day she saw
a man and a woman screwing, but they were under a blanket, so Liz couldn't
really see anything.

The real beginning of her sex education began one day when a man who was
watching the game stopped near her play-place, apparently to relieve
himself.  Liz assumed that, like many of the fathers, he had brought his
child along.  Liz said she didn't think it was unusual at first, except
that this man's child -- a girl of about twelve -- was a little older than
most who accompanied their dads.  As soon as they stopped behind a tree,
Liz hopped up and strolled over casually, hoping to get a look.

When she got near, she stopped in disappointment.  Instead of peeing
himself, the man was pulling his daughter's underpants down.  Liz started
to walk away, because she didn't really care about seeing some girl pee.
But then the man moved to one side and Liz could see that his dick was
already sticking out of his pants.  She said she nearly shouted with
surprise when the girl reached out and grabbed the man's dick!

While Liz watched from behind a bush, the man put his finger on the girl's
pussy and the girl jerked the man off.  Liz said she was surprised to see
white stuff come out of the end of his prick.  She said she was more
confused than ever, but couldn't imagine who she could ask about what she
had seen.

A few weeks later, Liz saw the same man again.  He was standing near the
backstop and sort of watching the game, but he was also looking up in the
stands at the crowd.  After a few minutes, Liz realized he was looking up
the dress of a young girl who was sitting near the top of the bleachers.
After about ten minutes, Liz saw the man head toward the woods.  Again, Liz
hopped up and headed in his direction.  When she got into the section of
woods where he had gone, she was disappointed, because she couldn't see him
anywhere.  When she cut through the woods to go back to where her dolls
were, she found him.

As she pushed through some low bushes, a motion in the corner of her eye
made her look that way.  The man must have heard her at the same time,
because he stopped jacking off to look over at her.  Liz said she just
stood there for a long time, looking back and forth from his dick to his
eyes.  Finally, the man smiled at her and waved her over, still holding his
hard cock with one hand.

Liz said she was scared, but she was also curious.  This was her chance to
see a man's prick up close.  She also remembered that this was the man who
had white stuff squirt out of his thing, and she wanted to ask about that.
So she walked over near where he was standing and asked, "Mister, why does
white stuff squirt out of the end of your thing when you pee?"

The man asked her how she knew it did, and she told him she had seen his
daughter helping him pee one day.  The man smiled and told her that's what
happens when a pretty little girl helps out.  Then he asked her if she
wanted to help him and see it happen from close up.

Of course that was exactly what Liz wanted, but she was also a little
afraid.  She asked the man to promise not to tell her mother and, of
course, the man promised immediately.

Still a little nervous, Liz stepped over and looked at the straining cock
the man was holding.  At his urging, Liz replaced his hand with both of
hers.  The man showed her how to move the loose skin back and forth,
covering and uncovering the purple end.

As she told us this story, Liz was getting hot, staring at my pulsing prick
and dipping two fingers into her dripping snatch.  I could see that Carrie
was also pinching her pussy lips.  Only Amber was not playing with herself,
but was listening to her sister's tale like it was a bedtime story.

The man then told Liz he needed to touch her "sweet little pussy" to be
able to squirt his stuff.  Liz knew what he meant, because he had touched
the other little girl between the legs.  But she didn't want to let go of
his dick.  Finally, the man said he wasn't going to be able to do it unless
she took her pants off.  Reluctantly, Liz released his peter and pulled her
shorts and underpants down to her knees.  She grabbed his dick again and
resumed pumping like he had shown her.

She said the man reached down and rubbed her pussy a little.  She didn't
feel anything in particular when he did that, but it apparently did him a
lot of good.  Liz said his prick got harder and started to jump around in
her hand.  The man told her to do it faster.  Even though her arms were
getting tired, Liz sped up her movements.

In a few moments, the man abandoned his exploration of Liz's hairless twat
and stood rigid while he looked down at this seven-year-old jerking him
off.  Liz said his cock gave one last jump and started pumping out wave
after wave of thick white stuff.  She said she could feel the pumping
through her hands.

Liz said that after the stuff had stopped coming out, she dropped his prick
and pulled up her pants.  The man was standing there smiling at her with
his dick hanging out of his pants and getting smaller and smaller.  Liz
said she just thanked him and walked back to play with her dolls.

Lately, Liz said, she had done that to a few boys at school.  And then she
said that Amber could tell us about "Ms. Bell."

18.  Amber's Story

Amber sat back on the couch like she was glad to be the center of
attention.  I decided I liked the way she looked, with her chubby little-
girl's body and her glowing smile.

She told us that Ms. Bell was the housekeeper who came to work in their
house about two years ago.  She was a college girl who went to school at
night and worked for Amber and Liz's mom during the day.  She cleaned the
house, did the laundry, took care of Amber and Liz after school, and fixed
snacks for them.

Anyway, Amber told us that, right from the first, Ms. Bell liked to play
with the girls' pussies.  Whenever they were alone in the house, Ms. Bell
would have one or both of the girls take off their pants and lie back on
the bed with their legs spread.  She would rub them and kiss them there,
while she rubbed her hand between her own legs.

"We knew it wasn't really right for her to be doing that, but it felt real
good," Amber said, "so we didn't want to tell on her."

Amber said Ms. Bell also showed them her own hairy pussy and her big tits.
She would sometime have one of the girls suck her nipples while the other
one pushed a broom-handle up her cunt.  Amber said the housekeeper had real
dark hair and nipples that were so dark they were almost purple.  Amber
said she liked to make Ms. Bell's nipples stand up so they were almost like
dark little pricks.

The housekeeper explained to the girls about cumming and told them it was
the greatest feeling in the world.  She also told them that they would grow
up faster if they had lots of sex with other girls.  She told them a lot of
bad stuff about boys, but Liz and Amber didn't understand it.

As time went on, Liz began to get her orgasms and she asked the housekeeper
to suck her little quim all the time.  When Ms. Bell wasn't around, Liz got
Amber to lick her pussy and make her cum.  Liz wanted Amber to feel it too.
She showed Amber the place to rub, and got Ms. Bell to spend extra time
licking Amber's six-year-old pussy.  After about a year, Amber began to get
her jollies too.

Just before she left, Ms. Bell started sticking her finger in Liz's pussy,
and after Ms. Bell left, Amber had been putting all kinds of things in her
sister's cunt while she licked her sister's clit.

Since the housekeeper left, Liz had introduced several of her girlfriends
to cunt-licking in "sleep-over" parties.  Amber said she liked to lick
other girls, but not the ones with hair, because it always got in her mouth
and she had to spit it out.

As she finished her little tale, Amber's hands descended to her lap, where
one hand parted the fat, hairless lips and the other resumed its circular
massage at the top of her crack.

"Now," she said, "I want to see you put your thing into Lizzie's hole."

Under the stimulation of these sexy stories and the sight of the three
young cunts, my prong had returned to quivering rigidity.

Liz was apparently anxious to please her sister, because she hopped right
up from the couch and squatted down over my knees.  I scooted forward to
put my hips at the edge of the chair and Liz lowered herself so my cock
slipped slowly into her hot hole.  As she moved up and down and my dick
slid in and out, I grabbed her boobs and flipped her nipples with my
thumbs.  Looking over to the couch, I could see that Carrie was going after
Amber's little cunt again, that Amber was quivering all over with Carrie's
cunt-licking, and that Carrie had her middle finger buried in her own
narrow pussy.

As Liz speeded up her pumping tempo, she began to shake all over.  I
moistened my fingers and started twisting and pulling her orange-red
nipples.  As I worked on them, each engorged nipple protruded more and more
stiffly from the hemispheres of her hard breasts.

To my surprise, Liz bent down to kiss me, putting her tongue deep in my
throat.  Although I thought of kissing as something you did with your
girlfriend and fucking as something you did with anybody, the feel of her
tongue in my mouth added to my pleasure.  I reached around behind Liz to
rub a finger around her butthole.  As I felt my climax approach, I slipped
my fingertip inside her asshole.  As Liz pumped even harder, I filled her
gash with what felt like gallons of jism, as she apparently got her jollies
at the same time.  Liz collapsed on me with shudders of pleasure quaking
through her entire body.

As my slimy dick softened and dropped out of Liz's sopping hole, I glanced
over at the two little girls on the couch.  Eight-year-old Amber was lying
back against the cushions with an after-come smile on her face and the
sheen of saliva all over the bright red furrow between her splayed thighs.
Insatiable Carrie had her back to me as she doubled over and pounded two
fingers into her cunt as she finished her own jack-off session.  Liz stood
up and reached for the towel to dry me again.

By now, I was pretty tired and I also noticed the time on my watch.
Because my parents were due home in less than an hour, I said goodbye to
these three sexy girls, jumped out the window, snuck back through the park
and home.

19.  Babysitting

After all that excitement and sexual activity over such a short period of
time, nothing much happened for the next couple of weeks.  My sex life was
reduced once again to jerking off in the shower.  But I did that a lot,
because at least I now had some new fantasies -- re-living my recent sexual
adventures.

One afternoon, I did manage a quickie fuck with my sister Susan in her room
when we both got home from school early and Mom was running an errand.  I
didn't have to talk her into it, either.  As soon as I suggested we "fool
around," she pulled my cock out of my pants and started licking it and
sucking on it.  I pulled up her shirt and pinched her nipples like I knew
she enjoyed.  As the feel of her warm wet mouth made my balls stir and my
dick throb, I groped under her skirt to mash her underpants into the slot
of her crotch until she was sopping wet.  In just a few minutes, Susan
flopped back on the rug, yanking up her skirt, pulling her panties off and
spreading her legs wide in welcome.  Of course, I immediately crammed my
peter in her hole, since neither one of us seemed to be in the mood for
much foreplay.  She was going crazy, thrashing her head around and grabbing
at my butt.  It sure felt better than jerking off!  It was only a few
seconds until I was squirting my goo up into her slimy gash.

But it was hard for both of us to get away from the house together without
arousing my folks' suspicions.  My friend Tim's mom had gotten mad at them
over something and had banned all "overnights," so Susan and I couldn't go
over there and mess around with Tim and his sister Cindy.

Cindy handed me a pair of her underpants one day after school, saying, "I
know you'll take good care of these."  And Carrie grinned at me every time
she saw me at school.  Of course, I didn't see Liz and Amber, because they
went to another school.

But I still saw Tim every day.  He was more than a little pissed that I
hadn't included him in the get-together with Liz and Amber, but we talked
endlessly about our incredible weekend of sister-fucking.  Once, we got so
worked up that we went into the bathroom at my house and jacked off
together, squirting our stuff almost at the same time.

Then, one Friday night about three weeks later, Susan got a babysitting job
with the Andersons and Mom and Dad went out for the evening, leaving me at
home.  As soon as I was alone, I stripped down and pulled a porn mag from
under my mattress.  Settling down with a box of kleenex and a coke, I was
ready to work myself up to a huge orgasm or two, then go watch the Friday
Night Movie on cable.

As I settled back and turned the pages, I realized that pictures weren't as
good as a real, live girl, even if the live girl was too young to boast the
huge breasts and hairy cunts of the models in the magazine.  I had just
gotten my cock in a respectable state of readiness and was starting to
stroke, when the phone rang.

It was Susan calling.  She said she was just putting the two Anderson kids
to bed and wanted me to come right over.  She said she had gotten so hot
that she needed me to poke my pole into her hot pussy.  Yanking up my
underwear, I said I'd be right there, but Susan said I should wait about a
half hour, so the kids could get to sleep.

I tried to wait, putting away the magazine and finishing my coke down-
stairs.  But the thought of my little sister's wet cunt was giving me a
real bad hard-on.  So I hopped on my bike and pedaled over to the Anderson
house, about a half-mile from ours.

Although it was 10 minutes shy of a half hour since Susan had called me, I
knocked quietly on the side door.  In a few seconds, Susan let me in, but
told me to go wait in the den while she made sure the two kids were asleep.
The Andersons had a real nice house.  Their den was full of black leather
furniture, and I sat down nervously while I waited for Susan.

Susan came back a few seconds later, saying that it looked like both were
asleep, but she couldn't be sure.  Then she told me what made her so hot.

"Mr. and Mrs. Anderson told me to give Lorrie and Jimmie baths and put them
to bed as soon as they left.  I've never had to get these kids ready for
bed, because every other time they were already in their pajamas when I got
here.  But it was no big deal, since I've bathed lots of little kids.

"And, besides, Lorrie is about six and Jimmie's eight, so I thought they
could bathe themselves.  I told them to go take their baths and get in
their pajamas and I'd read them a story before bedtime.  I grabbed a People
magazine and a coke and settled down in here to pass the time until they
were ready.  A few minutes later, I heard a lot of splashing and giggling
in the bathroom, so I put down the magazine to make sure they weren't
making a mess."

"When I got to the bathroom, the door was open and I was shocked at what I
saw.  Little six-year-old Lorrie was sitting in the tub and Jimmie was
standing naked beside it.  But what stunned me was that Jimmie had a boner
and Lorrie was rubbing it!  I didn't know what to do, so I just stopped
there in the door for a second and watched."

"Jimmie's prick is about four inches long and real thin.  The head of his
dick was about the same size as the shaft and it was sticking almost
straight up against his belly.  Lorrie was laughing out loud and seemed to
be having great fun running her soapy fist up and down the shaft.  Jimmy's
whole peter was reddish and he was grinning down at Lorrie as she jacked
it.  All of a sudden, his hairless little stick looked so good to me I
could feel my pussy begin to get wet and itchy.  I wished I was Lorrie, so
I could feel how hot and hard his little-boy hard-on really was."

"Because I was supposedly in charge, I decided I had better do something,
so I kind of bustled into the bathroom like I hadn't seen anything.  I told
Jimmie to go put on his pajamas and Lorrie to finish up, dry herself off
and get into her pajamas.  But Jimmie turned around, gave me a great big
smile, and asked me to 'tickle his dickie' before he went to bed.  His
little red prick was sticking straight up toward me and kind of twitching."

Susan was talking faster and faster as she told me this story.

She continued, "I couldn't believe he was just asking me out loud to touch
his cock!  Even though I was dying to feel it, I told Jimmie I couldn't and
shooed him out of the bathroom.  When I turned back to Lorrie, she had kind
of scooted down in the tub with her legs really wide apart.  She was
holding her pussy lips open and was rubbing her hand back and forth real
fast all up and down her slot.  Before I told her to stop, I looked real
close at the reddish inside of her pussy.

"Of course, I decided right then and there that these were some over-sexed
little kids, and I had better get them in bed before they got me into
trouble.  I told Lorrie she had enough of her bath and that she should get
out and get dried off and into her pajamas if she wanted to hear a bedtime
story.  She hopped out of the tub, so I went in to make sure Jimmie was
getting ready for bed."

"When I got into Jimmie's room, I got another shock.  He was lying there
naked on his bed, with his knees pulled way back toward his shoulders.
With one hand, he was pumping up and down on his little cock and, with the
other hand, he was finger-fucking his butthole."

"I told him to stop that, but he just kept on.  When I walked over, I could
see his eyes were shut tight and his face was all red.  And I found I
couldn't take my eyes off his meat-beating act.  His little pole was even
redder and his hand was moving up and down real fast.  While I looked, he
took his finger out of his bottom and put his legs out straight on the bed.
His whole body kind of shook and he pulled down hard on the skin around his
dick so I could see this incredibly skinny peter-stick real clear.  I could
also see a drop of clear stuff kinda drool out of the end.  He had managed
to cum, at only eight years old!  I could feel my pants getting wet and I
wanted to lick the stuff right off the end of his dick, but I just knew I
shouldn't do that."

"So I told him he shouldn't be doing that kind of stuff, especially in
front of me, but he just sat up breathing real hard and asked me to show
him my 'pussywillow,' since he'd shown me his 'dickie.'  Of course, I
wanted to do just that.  I wanted to get him to lick me until I got my cum.
But I said no and told him to put on his pajamas and get into bed.  He
looked pouty and sad, but went over and started putting on his pajamas.
After that, nothing more happened.  A few minutes later, Lorrie came in
wearing her pj's and I read them a story.  Finally, Lorrie went back in her
room to sleep and I called you."

As she finished this amazing story, Susan looked up at me hungrily and
said, "I think they're both asleep now.  And I want to see a bigger cock
that can squirt some real thick jism."

Well, her story had gotten me pretty worked up, too.  I stood in front of
her and pulled her sweater up.  Just as I thought, her nipples were
standing up like two pink towers.  As I reached down to tickle her nipples,
Susan ran her hands over the front of my pants and grabbed my dick through
the fabric.

With the warm-up I had gotten in bed earlier and the sexy story Susan had
been telling me, this was almost too much for me to stand.  So I skinned
out of my pants and underpants and stepped back in front of Susan.  While I
was undressing, Susan had also been busy.  She had her sweater off and was
sitting there spread-legged, with her panties around her ankles and her
skirt scrunched up around her waist.  I could see that her cunt was wet,
because the lips were shiny and the red streak between them was gleaming.
Susan reached for my peter and pulled me to her.

With both hands on my shaft, she rubbed my cockhead all over her face.
That felt great, and I reached down to tweak her swollen nipples.  I was
just about to kneel down and slide my throbbing cock into her soppy little
hole when I happened to look up.

There, standing in the door of the den, was a little blonde girl in
pajamas!  Naturally, I pulled back from Susan and tried to cover my bobbing
cock.  Susan looked up at me to see what was wrong.  I must have looked
alarming, because she looked over her shoulder like she was expecting
Freddy Kruger.

Pulling down her skirt and covering up her tits, Susan said, "What are you
doing out of bed, Lorrie?"

I realized then that this little girl probably didn't even know Susan had
her sweater off, because her big blue eyes were glued on my dick.  As I
tried to get back into my underwear, my cock was flopping all around and
getting softer by the second.  But the little girl answered Susan by
saying, "It's OK, mommy and daddy let us watch.  They say it's just natural
stuff.  See, Mommy even taught me to rub my button while I watch."

I noticed then that little Lorrie had one hand down the front of her
pajamas.  With the other hand, she pulled down her pajama pants, showing us
her finger moving in a circular motion at the top of her hairless little
slit.  My cock reversed field and began to get stiff again at this sexy
sight, which was so much like my old fantasy about Tim's sister, Cindy.

But my own sister was having none of it.  Pulling her sweater on and
smoothing down her skirt, Susan told the child that she was the babysitter
and Lorrie had to do what she said.  But little Lorrie had a few tricks of
her own.  She froze us both when she said, "I'll tell Mommy what you were
doing unless you let me watch."  She was pretty sure of herself, I guess,
because she continued, "And I want to feel his dickie."

Susan was still unconvinced, but my cock was hard again and I was up for
adventure.  I told Susan to make Lorrie promise not to tell anybody and
we'd let her watch.  Susan asked if that was a deal and Lorrie promised.
Then she came right across the den and reached for my prick, which was
straining to get back out of my underpants.

Little Lorrie's blonde head only came up to about my belly button, so my
bouncing crotch was at about the level of her wide blue eyes.  With child-
like directness, she pulled down the waistband of my underpants and my
erecting peter popped out and nearly slapped the little girl on the cheek.
She put her other hand around my shaft and squeezed it.  Then, just like it
was something she did every day, she began to move the skin gently up and
down, covering and uncovering my shiny dickhead in a jackoff motion.  As
she rubbed my cock, the six-year-old started to babble.

"My daddy won't let me play with his dickie when Mommy is around.  But he
always shows it to me when we're alone.  He says it's our little secret.
He rubs my 'pussywillow' and lets me move his dickie's skin around like
this.  When we finish, he likes to squirt his stuff on my bottom.  And I
know another secret.  Mommy plays with Jimmy's dickie.  I like to play with
Jimmie's dickie best of all because it's so little.  I can even suck it
like Mommy does.  Jimmie's dickie won't go in my hole yet, but he puts it
in my bottom sometimes."

My head was reeling with these family secrets, but then I reflected that
this was not really all that different from what Sue and I and Tim and
Cindy had been doing.  And speaking of Susan, I noticed she was enviously
watching Lorrie massage my dick and her hand was once again moving rapidly
under her skirt.

I decided that I wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to deal with
yet another willing female, so I asked Lorrie to take off her pajama pants
so I could see her "pussywillow."  Letting go of my prick reluctantly, the
little girl quickly lowered her pajama bottoms, as I stepped out of my
underwear.  I could see that her hairless little slot was flushed pink from
her masturbation.  Lorrie started to return to her post in front of me, but
I asked her to go sit on the couch so I could see.

When Lorrie sat down, I knelt in front of her.  She grinned down at me
nervously as I parted her fat little legs to reveal the immature pussy
between them.  Susan leaned over to look, too.  Of course, Lorrie's six-
year-old slit wasn't as developed as others I had seen, but, as the
familiar pink line opened between her reddened bald lips to show the pinker
insides, I could see her tiny red clitoris sticking out like a little
peter.

Immediately, I lowered my mouth to fasten on this tastey-looking morsel.  I
snaked my tongue up between her naked pussy lips, moving it between the
smooth hills and along the warm valley.  When I reached the top of her
slit, I swirled my wet tongue around the little projection.

Lorrie said, "Gosh, that feels neat!" and she opened her legs wider.  As I
continued to tongue-lash her naked little cunt, I felt Susan's hand close
on my straining dick.  I pulled my face out of Lorrie's crotch and began
manipulating her slick inner lips with my fingers.  Lorrie was staring
between her own legs to see what I was doing.  I looked down to see Susan
swiveling around on the floor to get her mouth on my cock.

Lorrie lay back on the couch, holding her legs wide to give me unimpeded
access to her pre-school pussy.  As I gazed with fascination at the lewd
sight and trailed my fingers up and down the little girl's slit, my
sister's lips fastened on my cockhead and she started to suck.  And Susan
wasn't just sucking the end of my cock, but was letting about three inches
slide in and out of her mouth.  The hot wetness and her swirling tongue
felt just super!

Suddenly, I wanted to "do it all."  My mind buzzed with the possibilities.
I wanted to watch Lorrie push something into her own little cunt-hole.  I
wanted to squirt my stuff down Susan's throat.  I wanted to ream Susan's
cunt.  I wanted to see Lorrie piss.  I wanted to go wake up Jimmie and
watch him butt-fuck his sister.  But in the middle of my reverie, Susan
surprised me by doing something I hadn't yet imagined.

Spitting out my cock and pushing me out of the way, she said, "Put it in my
bottom," as she knelt in front of Lorrie's splayed thighs.  Her dark head
descended into Lorrie's crotch and she started to eat Lorrie's pussy, while
flipping up the back of her own skirt to show me her hand hard at work on
her own hairless pussy lips.  Between her spread legs, Susan's hand rubbed
at her clit, dipped two fingers into her wet hole and then reached farther
back to smear some girl-juice on the tantalizing asshole target she
presented to me.

This new idea sounded great to me, so I moved forward to slide my cock deep
into Susan's cunt for lubrication and then position my dick right at the
rear entrance.  Pushing forward gently, I again felt my cockhead pop past
the ring of my sister's asshole.  Putting my hands on her waist, I began to
slide my pole slowly in.  As I looked up, I saw that Susan was apparently
making little Lorrie feel great and maybe even making her cum, because the
pre-schooler's blonde hair was tossing back and forth on the black leather
couch, as my sister munched away.

On the bottom of my dick, I could feel the commotion Susan was causing with
the two fingers inside her cunt.  Her fingers were touching my cock through
her pussy-walls as my stiff pole slowly sank into her backside.  I was only
about an inch inside when Susan began to orgasm.  The resulting pulsations
in her insides made me cum immediately.  As my cock squirted sperm, my
excitement and Susan's spasms pushed me deeper into her now-lubricated
bottom.  Before I finally pulled it out, I was buried about three inches in
my sister's shitter.

As I sat back on my heels in exhaustion, I could see that Susan was still
hot to trot.  She quickly moved up on the couch and straddled Lorrie's
face.  "Lick me like I was licking you," she said hoarsely.  Once again, I
envied my sister's ability to cum several times in a row.

>From where I sat, I could see Lorrie's little tongue stick out tentatively
to touch Susan's pussy.  This was all the more exciting because I was
looking at this scene through Lorrie's spread thighs.  Moving closer, I
resumed stroking the six-year-old's saliva-wet pussy-lips while I watched
her suck my sister.

My sperm was dribbling out of Susan's asshole as Lorrie responded to my
caresses with vigorous tongue action on my sister's clit.  As Susan got her
cookies again, she ground her gaping slit into the little girl's face.  I
stroked Lorrie's tiny erect clit and watched in fascination as her hairless
little cunt began to flutter with the spasms of her own second orgasm.

My cock was getting a little bit hard again, but I thought I had better get
back home, in case Mom and Dad came back early.  Leaving Susan to put
Lorrie back to bed, I hurried into my pants and biked back home.

When Mom and Dad got home, they looked in my room, but I pretended to be
asleep.  I stayed awake until Susan got home and snuck into her room.  Her
eyes got wide as I came in, but I told her I wasn't looking for sex.

"I'm worried that Lorrie will tell her parents what she saw," I whispered.

But Susan calmed me down when she reminded me, "No, I don't think so.  I
talked to her some more after you left and she knows about keeping secrets.
And besides, she told us something about her parents, too, so we really
don't have to worry about anything.  Now get out of here, before Mom or Dad
hear us talking."

As I thought about it, I decided Susan was probably right.  I drifted off
to sleep with confused thoughts of hairless little pussies and great big
breasts.

20.  The Gardener's Performance

Susan and I managed to sneak off for a quick fuck every now and then.  The
garage became a favorite place, because Sue could just flip her skirt up
and bend over a bicycle.  While I porked her from the rear, we could both
keep an eye on the back of the house, to make sure we didn't get caught.
Tim told me he and Cindy got totally naked and did it in bed, after their
mom got bombed and fell dead asleep.  I envied them the time to really
screw around.  Sue and I could barely drop our drawers and get a cum
because we were so worried about getting caught.

Susan managed another session of cunt-licking with Carrie after a Brownie
Scout meeting, and told me about it later.  We were whispering in the
bathroom as she told me how Carrie's wet tongue felt lapping her clit.  I
pulled out my cock then and jerked off in front of my sister, thinking
about Carrie's skinny little pussy and talented mouth.

During this period, my thoughts kept returning to Liz and her growing
titties.  Because she didn't go to our school, I couldn't figure out how I
was going to arrange another get-together.  I even walked by her house a
couple of times, but couldn't figure out how I would walk up to the door
and ask to talk to her.  After all, she was only eleven years old.

Then one day I saw her at the shopping center.  I would have noticed her
anyway, even if I hadn't met her, because she was walking along real fast
and her little braless breasts were jiggling under a thin tee shirt.  I ran
to catch up with her and pulled her into a corner to chat.

"Oh, hi, Steve!" she said, and seemed genuinely pleased to see me.  When I
asked her point-blank about getting together and "doing some stuff," she
blushed a little bit, but said she would love to.  After a little thought,
she told me I should go over to their playhouse about four o'clock and she
and Amber would put on a "little show" for me.  I had almost forgotten
about her little sister.  She wouldn't tell me what she meant by a "show."
Anyway, I agreed and hurried home to get my homework done so I could go
"play basketball" before dinner.

At ten minutes of four, I was hanging around the park near the back fence
of Liz's yard.  Soon, I saw Amber in their playhouse, waving me over.  When
I got over the fence, Amber said I had to hurry up because Liz would be
coming to the playhouse real soon.

When Amber and I got in the playhouse, the little eight-year-old dragged me
back to a corner, behind a large puppet theater.  She giggled as she
whispered that Liz was going to bring in their gardener and put on a show
for us.  I was going to ask what kind of show, but Amber took charge,
saying that we only had about a minute to "get ready."

She showed me what kind of "readiness" she had in mind, as she lifted her
skirt to pull down her underpants.  When I reached to caress her hairless
little pussy, she slapped away my hands and started helping me take off my
jeans.  I was just kneeling down to put my half-hard prick in her hand when
we heard the door to the playhouse open.

"Well, come on in," we heard Liz say.  Looking toward the door, I realized
the puppet theatre was covered in some kind of dark cloth, so you could see
right out into the room, especially when Liz turned on a lamp beside the
couch.  As we watched, an old man walked in and sat down on the couch.  He
must have been over forty years old, because he had some white in his hair.

Liz twirled around in front of him so that her skirt swirled away from her
legs.  She was wearing a funny outfit, which made her look like a real
little girl -- some kind of dress with a short skirt and tennis shoes with
pink socks rolled down into anklets.  From where I was sitting, I could see
her underpants, which were plain pink cotton, unlike the "grown-up"
underwear she was wearing the last time I had been in the playhouse.

Liz was talking up a blue streak as she turned in lazy circles on the rug
in front of this strange man.  "Mr. Darnes, it's really great that you come
by every day and take care of our yard and stuff.  And it's even more great
that you like little girls so much and like to see them dance.  Can you see
how I'm dancing for you?  Do you like what you see?  Is there any special
dance you'd like me to do?"

The man just looked at her with a stupid smile on his face.  He didn't say
anything, but just nodded or shook his head in response to Liz's questions.
When she asked if there was a "special dance" he'd like to see, he nodded
his head but didn't name it.

But Liz seemed to know, because she continued, "You like to see little
girls do dances that show you their underpants, don't you?"  Mr. Darnes
nodded his head vigorously.

"Well I'm not sure I should do that," said Liz, in a teasing way.  "People
might find out about it and I could get in trouble.  Will you tell anybody
that an eleven-year-old girl let you see her panties?"  The gardener shook
his head solemnly.

"Well OK then," Liz said.  "Here's a dance to show you what you like to
see."  With that, she started a slow stroll around the floor, twitching her
skirts back and forth, higher and higher.  As I watched this strange scene,
I had almost forgotten about Amber.  But she reminded me as she silently
began to rub my half-limp cock into erectness.  Looking over at her, I saw
that she wasn't even looking at my peter, but was staring intently at her
sister and the old man on the couch.

When I looked back into the room, I saw that Liz now had her skirts up
around her waist as she walked around the room.  She had given up any
pretense of dancing and was just showing off her almost-shapely legs and
pink cotton underpants to the gardener.  Stopping just in front of him, she
squatted down with spread thighs to show him the crotch of her panties.
And she started to talk again.

"Well, you sure are staring at my secret place.  You know you have to show
me your nasty old dick if you want to see my secret place.  You have to
beat your meat if you want to see my pee-pee hole.  You have to show me
your old dick and make it hard and jack it off while I watch."

The gardener seemed unsurprised at the language coming out of Liz's mouth.
He just nodded again and started unfastening his pants.  Without a word, he
stood up and lowered his trousers and undershorts to his knees, sitting
back down while his huge cock swung nearly to his knees!  I was astounded
at the length and thickness of this old man's peter.  I wondered if he had
ever found anyone he could fuck with that tree limb.  Amber's little hand
grasped my ordinary-sized prick and began to stroke it as the gardener
waved his hardening cock back and forth in front of eleven-year-old Liz's
eyes.

But Liz just kept talking.  "Well, you sure are showing me your big old
dick.  And you're flopping it up and down right in front of me.  How many
little girls have you shown that nasty thing?  Do you think about little
girls when you rub it up and down like that?  Now I suppose you think I'm
going to show you my secret place, but I'm not.  You just sit there and rub
your nasty old prick while I watch.  I'll rub my secret place for you."
And she dropped her skirt and put her hand under it and began to rummage
around.

Mr. Darnes now had both hands on his straining cock.  One hand jerked up
and down while the other roamed over a cockhead the size of a softball,
rubbing and squeezing.  He didn't seem to mind if Liz was no longer showing
him her underpants, because his horse-cock was completely rigid now and he
was getting into a familiar beat.  But little Liz apparently wasn't through
with her act.

"I'll show you my titties, now," she said.  And she began to unbutton her
dress.  The gardener slowed his masturbation to see this part of the show.
As her sister pulled the top of her dress apart and down to show her proud
young breasts, Amber guided my hand to her own hairless cuntlips as she
continued pulling the skin back and forth on my cock.

"I like to do this when I'm all alone," said Liz, wetting her fingertips
and rubbing her pink nipples into erection.  "But I'm not all alone when
some old guy is beating his meat and watching me do this.  You probably
like me to look at your nasty old dick.  You probably want to see my pee-
pee hole right now, don't you?"  Mr. Darnes agreed with a solemn nod of his
head and a slight increase in jack-off speed.

"Well, OK, then, I'll show you my pee-pee hole, but you can't touch it.
You just keep on jerking your big old dick while this little girl pulls
down her panties for you.  Here," she said, lifting her skirt and pulling
down the front of her underwear to reveal her lightly-tufted cunny, "you
can look at that for just a second."  Liz was standing with her back to me,
so I couldn't see much, but the gardener really staring, stroking even
harder as he stared at what I knew must be a stimulating sight -- the pink
lips on either side of her slit, the dark patch of hair at the bottom of
her belly, and just the overall lewd impression of an eleven-year-old girl
showing him her bare breasts and crotch.  I was stroking harder, too,
running my fingers along eight-year-old Amber's crotch and feeling her
little-girl juices begin to lubricate my fingertips.

"Now, you can't look any more," Liz teased, as she let her underpants snap
back into place.  "I won't show you any more until you stand up and rub
your big old thing in front of the mirror."  This must have been a part of
a routine, because Mr. Darnes started gathering his pants back up as soon
as Liz started talking.

With his enormous cock rigid as a bar of iron, the gardener hobbled over to
the mirror and again dropped his pants around his ankles.  Little Liz took
his place on the couch, placing her heels on the edge of the cushion so her
panty-clad crotch was visible to Mr. Darnes as he stared at her image in
the mirror and resumed stroking his foot-long dong.

Amber matched the gardener's rhythm as she pulled the skin back and forth
on my surging rod.  As I glanced down, I was thrilled anew at the sight of
this second-grader playing with my penis.  I rewarded her with a swirling
caress of her wet little slot.  She didn't seem to object when I put the
end of my little finger against her asshole and rubbed back and forth.

We both looked over at Liz as she resumed her chatter.  "OK, Mr. Darnes,
you sure are a dirty old guy to be showing a fifth-grader your big old
dick.  And you are especially nasty to be jacking off your weiner while she
watches.  I'm gonna show you my pee-hole now so you can finish up and get
back to work.  Do you wanna see my little pee-pee?"  Of course, the
gardener nodded and speeded up his cock-stroking.

Despite her tart chatter, Liz's face was red and her eyes were glued on the
image of the gardener's throbbing cock in the mirror as she reached between
her legs to pull her cotton underpants over to one side.  I remembered that
fateful night in Cindy's bathroom and my dick gave a surge that nearly
ripped it out of Amber's little hands.  Mr. Darnes was rubbing both hands
on his enormous member faster and faster.  Giant veins protruded all over
the shiny surface and the head glowed purple as he twisted it.  His huge
balls were swinging back and forth between his legs in time with his
stroking.

Apparently, Liz's little-girl talk was part of the routine, because she
resumed her monologue.  "Well, I'm showing you my little hole, but it's got
some hair around it, and you're such a dirty old guy that you'd probably
rather look at some girl who's even younger; someone who doesn't have any
hair at all.  You'd probably like to see my little sister show you her pee-
pee hole, wouldn't you?"

I was surprised when the gardener spoke for the first time.  In a bass
rumble, he said, "I sure would!"

Without further ado, Amber released my cock, stood up, straightened her
skirt primly and stepped from behind the puppet theatre.  The gardener was
clearly surprised, because he sort of jumped and started to pull up his
pants.  I wondered how he would ever stuff his rock-hard cock back into his
underwear, but he relaxed when he saw Amber grinning and staring at the
huge piece of meat projecting from his torso.

"You know my little sister.  She's only eight years old, and you're showing
her your nasty old dick.  You better get back to beating your meat, so she
can see what a dirty old man you are."  Liz was beating her own meat as she
said this, reaching between her widespread thighs to dip her finger into
her twat and rub the juice around the red nubbin at the top of her slit.

Mr. Darnes resumed his stroking, staring hungrily at Amber, who matched the
intensity of his gaze while moving closer to see this monster cock in
action.  I was left to my own devices behind the puppet screen, so I
started pumping my rigid dick slowly as I watched this sexy scene continue
to develop.

Liz continued with her monologue.  "Mr. Darnes, my little sis is looking at
your big old thing real close.  Do you want her to show you that she hasn't
got any hair around her pee-hole?"  When the gardener nodded vigorously,
she said, "Amber, show this dirty old guy your little pee-pee."  I was
surprised to see that Amber acted a little shy as she reached down to the
hem of her short, frilly dress and slowly raised it to reveal the fat,
hairless lips of her prepubescent pussy.

I noticed that the man's face was red as his eyes ricocheted back and forth
between the little girl exposing herself a few feet away and the image of
her masturbating older sister reflected in the mirror.  His balls swung
faster as his cock-stoking tempo increased.  Amber now had her skirt fully
up, revealing her fat little tummy, her hairless crotch, and her little-
girl legs capped in white socks and shiny black shoes.  Her eyes were glued
on the jack-off action a yard from her face.

Liz started up again.  "Rub that big old thing and squirt your nasty stuff
right in front of my sister and me.  Show us your dirty old jack-off stuff.
We like to watch a dirty old man rub his thing until it squirts.  We'll
watch you while you make it come out the end of your big old thing."

As though Liz had commanded him, Mr. Darnes began to cum in long, even
spurts.  Each gush seemed to contain several ounces of fluid.  He seemed to
be directing it at the mirror, and I realized he was squirting on Liz's
image.  I was close to cumming myself, but wanted to hold off to see what
happened next.  As he finished, Liz and Amber stood together by the couch,
with their skirts lowered again.  Without another word, the gardener pulled
up his pants, tucking his still-considerable hose back in his trousers.  As
he stooped to go out the playhouse door, both girls thanked him sincerely.

As soon as the door was closed, they rushed behind the puppet screen.
Pushing me over on my back, Liz climbed atop my rampant dick and Amber
squatted over my face.  I was cumming almost before Liz got settled, but
she was hot enough to greet my spurting cock with cunt-squeezes that told
me she was getting off as well.  I couldn't see her, because my face was
buried in the smooth, slick flesh of Amber's sweet little pussy.  A few
licks to her tiny red clit sent her into shivering ecstasy too.

The girls collapsed on top of me as we all twitched in our post-cum state.

As soon as we could sit up, Liz asked me what I had thought of the show.
Naturally, I told her I thought it was great.  Liz said their gardener had
caught her and Amber in a double-suck session in the playhouse a week
earlier.  Rather than scold them or try to fuck them, he just asked if they
wanted to see him cum.  When they saw his prick they realized why he hadn't
wanted to fuck them.

Amber said Mr. Darnes made up all that stuff about "pee-pee holes" and
"dirty old guy" that Liz had to say.  She also said he could only do it
every couple of days, because he told them he had a bad heart and was
afraid all this excitement would kill him.  He also wouldn't let them touch
his prong, even though both girls were dying to see what it felt like.

Amber and Liz scrambled up to clean off the mirror.  As they swabbed off
the mess of goo, I sat on the couch and was treated to flashes of naked
bottom as they stooped to get the gardener's stuff off the floor and
mirror.  Once again, I felt my prick begin to harden.

By the time the girls were finished, my dick was sticking straight up.
Amber was the first to notice, and rushed over to jack me off.  But Liz
pushed her aside and said she wanted to suck me off.  She said Amber could
lick her pussy instead.  I noticed Amber didn't look too happy about that,
so I suggested we make a daisy-chain on the floor.

Liz immediately flopped backward, hoisting her skirt to bare her fringe-
topped cunt.  I lay at an angle, so my cock was even with Liz's mouth.
Without waiting for the rest of the chain to form, Liz began to see how
much of my stiff dick she could stuff into her mouth.  The sight of this
open-cunted eleven-year-old sucking my stick was enough to make me cum
right then, but I tore my eyes away to help Amber understand what I had in
mind.

As she clumsily lowered herself into position and squirmed to get her dress
around her waist, I guided her so she completed the triangle, with her face
in her sister's gaping crotch.  I glanced again at Liz's sexy sucking and
then lowered my own lips again to Amber's schoolgirl pussy.

As my mouth got closer, Amber strained her legs wide apart, so her snowy
little pussy lips spread to reveal the slimy pinkness within.  I could
smell the strangely fresh aroma of little-girl sex-flesh as I extended my
tongue to trail across her virginal gash.  Making my tongue hard, I pushed
it between the curtains of her lips to the spot where I knew her canal
began.  With her legs wide, my tongue was able to penetrate a bit, so I
began to plunge it in and out of the eight-year-old's tight hole.  I could
hear Amber groan, but I could also feel the constrictions as her tiny
tunnel gripped my tongue as though reluctant to let it go.

As I pulled my face away to look down again at Liz's mouth at work on my
prick, I saw that Amber's little pussy was fluttering open and closed with
her orgasmic spasms.  I also noticed her pink bottom hole tightening and
relaxing as her insides heaved.  With a quick glance at Liz's lips locked
around my rock-hard rod, I aimed my tongue at the winking target of Amber's
asshole.  Twirling my tongue around the rim of her hairless bunghole, I was
rewarded with another groan of little-girl pleasure.  Liz was groaning too,
so Amber must have been repaying my kindness with tongue-fucking her sister
was enjoying.

As I hardened my tongue to probe the little girl's anus, I brought my hands
into play, spreading her immature cunt lips and running a finger from one
end of her slit to the other.  Swirling my wet finger around her clitty, I
plunged my tongue into her tight little bottom.  I was surprised when Amber
spread her legs even wider, opening her crotch and bottom to my continued
exploration.

Unfortunately, I was quickly losing interest in diddling Amber, because Liz
had combined cock-pumping with cockhead-slurping to bring me to the point
of eruption.  I pulled my face from her sister's crotch to watch my sperm
spurt out the corners of Liz's mouth.  Although she couldn't handle it all,
Liz sucked hard, as though to draw every last drop from my pumping peter.

As she slumped away from my crotch, I could see that Amber was still hard
at work on the big red knob that protruded from below the patch of hair
atop her sister's mound.  Her little tongue continued to flick it back and
forth while she pinched Liz's pussy lips together.  As I watched, Liz gave
a shudder and a groan, slamming her thighs together to stop Amber's
continued stimulation.

As we put our clothes back on, we talked a little while longer about their
strange gardener, and then I dodged back to the park and home.

21.  Swimming with Susan's New Friend

I told Susan all about the gardener and she and Cindy arranged to watch the
show at Liz and Amber's playhouse a few weeks later.  Susan told me it was
exciting to see such a monster of a cock in operation, but she would be
terrified to see it heading for her cunt hole.

As June rolled around and school let out, me, Tim, and our sisters managed
to get together for more sex.  Although Tim had a job at the grocery store
that made him unavailable most weekday afternoons, the rest of us had
nothing to do but laze around the pool.  At Cindy's house, with her mother
at work, we tended to laze around the bedroom.  My peter was getting a
daily workout and I was glad the girls were too young to get pregnant.

Although I still loved to fuck and suck my sister and Cindy, I was also
interested in whatever variety I could manage.  Carrie and Liz came over to
Cindy's one day and we had a five-way festival of fucking and cunt-licking.
Carrie brought her rubber-handled hairbrush and showed the other girls how
good it felt when used correctly.  Once again, Tim was really pissed when
he heard what he had missed.

Late in June, Susan "graduated" from Brownie Scouts and attended her first
Girl Scouts meeting.  About a week later, her "troop" went on an over-night
campout.  Afterwards, Susan told me she had shared a tent with a new friend
named Leslie, who was as interested in sex as the rest of our little group.
Susan said they talked about sex in their tent until they both masturbated,
side by side on their bedrolls.  One afternoon, Susan and Leslie went over
to Liz and Amber's house to watch the gardener show.  Susan told me that
they got into fingering each other while they watched.

It took a couple more weeks for us to work out a way to introduce this new
friend to our boy-girl games.  Finally, Susan managed to have her spend the
night over at our house.

Leslie may have been about the same age as my sister, but it was clear from
my first look at her that she was physically more mature.  Not only was she
taller, but her blouse bulged in a most interesting way.  And she was a
blue-eyed blonde, with bangs and shoulder-length hair.

All through dinner, I could barely talk.  I blushed when Mom asked me why I
was so quiet around our new guest.  I'm sure she knew I was taken with
Leslie, but she would have croaked if she knew how I wanted to "take" the
twelve-year-old.

After dinner, we watched TV for a while and then Susan suggested we all go
for a moonlight swim.  Mom and Dad stayed in the den, watching TV while we
all got into our suits and headed for the pool.  We didn't turn on the pool
lights; partly to avoid attracting bugs and partly to be more "private," in
case our parents looked out on us.

I was the first one down and into the pool, and I looked quickly up to
Susan's window in hopes of glimpsing some female flesh.  But the curtains
were drawn and I saw the light go out just as I sank in the cool water.
Moments later, Susan and Leslie came out to the pool.  In the lights from
the den, I could see that my sister was wearing her new pink one-piece and
Leslie a black two-piece that really showed off her blonde coloring and her
willowy body.  The girls quickly slipped into the water beside me.

Facing the back of the house to make sure our parents didn't surprise us,
we lolled against the side of the pool in the shallow end.  Susan got
things rolling by reaching into my lap to fish my cock out one leg of my
suit.  She told Leslie to feel it too.  My half-hard cock gave a big surge
when this new girl looked me right in the eye with a shy smile as she
reached below the water.  As her pink-nailed hand closed around the end of
my now-rigid peter, she said, "My oh my, this is one hard hunk of man!"
Naturally, I found my chest swelling with pride at the compliment.

Both my hands were free, but I was afraid to reach for Leslie right away.
My sister was another story, however, as I slipped a hand under her bottom
and wormed a finger into her cunt, pushing aside the tight leg of her
swimsuit.  Susan's eyes glowed as she told her new friend, "Wow, Les, Steve
already has his finger all the way inside my pussy!"

The little blonde looked up at me sadly and said, "Don't I get any
attention?"  And she gave my cock a hard squeeze.

Rather than go straight for her cunt, however, I wanted to sample those
bumps on her chest.  As I tried to slide an arm around her and down the
front of her top to feel one tit, Leslie made it easier by pulling the band
that covered her breasts up to reveal both of them.  I wished the lighting
were better, because I could see that her nipples were barely distinguish-
able from the pale mounds they topped.

Ducking under my arm, she turned to face me in the water, using her second
hand to hold the leg of my suit to one side so she could gently extract my
balls.  With Susan rubbing the head of my cock, Leslie continued to squeeze
the shaft while tickling the back of my balls with long strokes of her
fingertips.  I quickly used my free hand to explore her bulging breasts.
As I rubbed and squeezed the ends of her small breasts, her nipples began
to protrude and create secondary cones atop the hemispheres of her breasts.
I flicked these little mountains from time to time as I ran my hand all
over her chest and belly.  All three of us were breathing harder.

I was not ignoring Susan, either.  In addition to grinding my finger in and
out of her nearly-hairless puss, I was using my thumb to massage her
asshole and another finger was touching all around her clit.  In a few
moments, Sue let us know she was ready to let go by whispering, "Oh, Les,
my brother is gonna make me cum.  He's rubbing my bottom and flicking my
clit while her finger-fucks me.  It feels so goddam great I could die!"

With that kind of endorsement, I thought it was time to dip into Leslie's
honey-pot.  I looked right into her blue eyes as I trailed my fingertips
down her belly to the top of her bikini bottoms.  Far from avoiding my
caress, the blonde released my cock to pull her suit-bottom below her
knees!  Standing with legs apart, her shining tits and their protruding
nipples were above water and clearly visible in the dim light from the den.

As my sister groaned in her orgasm and started jerking my dick, I lost no
time in insinuating my hand between Leslie's thighs.  Although I couldn't
see anything under the water, I could feel that Leslie already had hair on
her pussy lips and that the slit between her fat lips was well-lubricated.
I asked her if she wanted me to fuck her, but she said that would have to
wait for sometime when we could lie down together.  She said she wanted me
to jerk her off like I'd done for my sister.  Then, she said, she wanted me
to sit on the side of the pool so she could watch the sperm come out of my
cock!

This type of sexy talk was almost too much for me, and I had to grab
Susan's hand to keep me from cumming right then and there.  While I tried
to calm my jumping dick, I duplicated the caress that Susan had found so
stimulating.  Inserting my middle finger in Leslie's slimy hole, I extended
another finger to massage her anus.  I lowered my thumb to touch her clit
and grunted with surprise when I encountered an inch-high ridge at the top
of her slit.  Susan knew immediately what must have happened, because she
said, "Les has the biggest clit I've ever seen!"

Smiling proudly, Leslie dropped back down into the water, spreading her
legs even wider to allow my hands free access to her crotch.  She also
returned her attention to my rod and balls, stroking and caressing in an
extremely insistent way, like she wanted to milk the cum-juice out in a
hurry.

Both my hands were busy, buried to the knuckles in two little underwater
quims.  Susan was cumming almost continuously, squeezing my pistoning
finger with her orgasmic spasms.  And Leslie's big clit was throbbing under
my caresses as she stared down into the water and breathed harder and
faster.

About then, I realized I was about to squirt my goo, so I took my fingers
out of the girls' crotches jumped up backward to sit on the edge of the
pool.  Leslie lost her grip for a second, but turned to resume her pumping,
with her eyes only inches from my twitching dick.

I looked over to the house to make sure my parents weren't going to
interrupt.  And then I started to geyser, spurting long strings of fluid
from the end of my cock.  One spurt hit Leslie right on her bangs, dripping
down onto her cheek.  But she didn't seem to mind, continuing her pumping
action until the spurts had subsided.

"Wow, that was neat!" she said, and ducked her head under the water to
clean off her hair and face.

Susan took her place between my legs and licked my wilting dick to clean
off the remains of my cum.  As Leslie resurfaced, I slid back into the
water and reached again for the girls' crotches.

But Susan said that our folks might be coming out any second to get us to
go to bed.  And sure enough, just as Leslie wiggled back into her bikini
bottoms, Mom stuck her head out the door to tell us it was time for bed.
Susan and I ducked our heads underwater to make it look like we had been
swimming.  Then we all got out of the water.  Leslie wrapped a towel around
her hair like she was drying it, but really to hide the caked gook in her
bangs.

Later, Leslie said it was the most interesting pool party she had ever
attended.

God is a magician, 
Reality His trick, 
and it's all done with mirrors.

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