11- Come on, Eileen If I was going to nail one of these cuties, I figured I would pick out the nicest one I could. With great difficulty I tried focusing on individual girls. Like a child in a candy store I couldn't make up my mind. There was so much to look at I was getting sensory overload. They were all so pretty, and knowing that I could have any one of them made me dizzy. Except for the twins, every girl had some breast development. A few of the girls were just getting started, while some were remarkably well along. They ranged in age from ten to twelve, with most, like Mindy, at eleven. It was fascinating to see how girls so close together in age were developing at different rates. You could sort of tell which ones were likely to have big breasts when they were grown up. All of a sudden I spotted a girl who looked like she was ready for motherhood. Her tits were much larger than those of the others and she had a neat, little mat of hair between her legs. I wondered how she had got into the group. She was attractive but definitely older than the other girls. Sandy leaned toward me as we walked to the pool. "Stay on the edge. It's a simple game and you'll quickly see how it works. We often do this, especially when we have this many sets. It's a good way to get started." "I see. That girl looks much older than the rest. What's the story on her?" "Oh. You mean the girl with the large breasts?" "Yeah. She looks like she doesn't belong." "That's Amanda Ford. She's almost fourteen and this will be her last time with us. We discourage girls of thirteen from coming around and we forbid girls of fourteen or more from the group." By now the girls were all out in the middle of the pool, laughing, squealing and splashing each other. The music became a little louder and several of them began swaying back and forth, performing an impromptu dance. They were keeping time to the music's slow, sensuous beat, and every so often they'd bump their hips off each other. I don't know if the girls realized it but they were putting on a provocative show. I kid you not. These youngsters were easily able to capture the attention of any man. If you think girls that age are too young to be sexy, all I can say is, 'you had to be there'. I tried to find Paige Hannon but she must have been on the other side of the crowd. Apparently Mindy had been briefed on what to expect because she was right out there with them laughing and splashing. I'd never seen anything like it. Sandy continued. "This is kind of an ice breaker. Everyone gets to see you and Mindy up close, and you two get to see everyone else. That little Vanessa you were just playing with, and her father, will be leaving. He's up at the house now, using the telephone. I'm sorry, but he was called away on business." Damn. I wouldn't be fooling around with my candy girl tonight. The men strung themselves out in a rough circle, around the girls. We were going to play Stretch Ball. I could have guessed. It started out slow. The men began tossing the ball to each other across the pool. Each throw was high enough so that no girl could intercept it. Nonetheless they tried, and I got to enjoy the sight of all those lovely, nude girls, coming out of the water like porpoises. When the ball came my way, I lofted it so high that only a giraffe would have any hope of touching it. Sandy was just full of advice. "Don't throw it too high, Jack. One of the girls has to catch it. That's how you pick your partner for the evening." Of course I'd already figured this out, but my enthusiasm was getting the better of me. I felt like a school boy. The other men did not share my problem because their throws were getting lower and lower. It wouldn't be long before one of the girls could intercept the ball. Some of the men, when tossing the ball, would call out the name of a particular girl. It looked like a kid's game but there was nothing childish about the outcome. The girls all knew this, of course, and I could see it was feeding their excitement. Soon, one of them would be the first to go. Breaking the rhythm, one of the men threw a slow, high, looper that came down right in the middle of the mass of girls. Everyone knew that this ball was meant to be caught and there was a soft chorus of 'Ohhh' as the ball floated down. Well, it was caught and the girls went silent. The crowd parted and Mindy came out, triumphantly holding the ball above her head and grinning from ear to ear. She stood at the edge of the group of girls and the man who had thrown the toss came over to her. Wearing a proud smile, he took the ball and flipped it over his head toward another man. At the same time he took Mindy by the hand and led her to the edge of the pool. Jumping up first, he pulled her by the hand out of the water. Mindy obediently went with him as his arm went around her shoulders. While they were walking away, Mindy turned and looked at me for a moment and our eyes locked together. She had the strangest expression on her face I'd ever seen. Then she turned away. As they neared the trees, and just before they went out of sight, I saw the man lower his arm and put his hand on my daughter's ass. I was not to see Mindy again until breakfast the next morning. Gradually it dawned on me how quiet it had become and that everyone was watching me. They all knew I was Mindy's father and they were waiting for my reaction. They still weren't sure if I was serious about joining their game. No doubt on other occasions like this, newcomer fathers had not behaved graciously. I could understand how this might be but I held my peace. Sandy leaned over again to speak. "Don't worry, Jack. Paul Tracy is one of the nicest men I've ever known. He's been with us a long time. Mindy is in good hands. Paul's oldest daughter left us last year and now he's here with her younger sister, Eileen. That's her there, with her hair in braids. Isn't she lovely ?" I followed Sandy's gaze to a tall, lanky girl with long hair. She had it braided and the braids hung way down below her shoulders. When her hair was loose, it must have come down even lower. Early on she had come to my attention because I was fascinated by the way her braids kept whipping around her ass, whenever she jumped out of the water. Now I took a closer look. Her breasts were small, but the dark circles of her overlarge nipples just naturally drew your eyes to them. Like the others, she was about eleven or twelve and it looked like when she was full grown, her tits would be big and heavy. The girl had a curvy, seductive figure, with spreading hips that accented her thin waist. In particular, I liked the way her thighs flowed up into her body, forming a graceful, vee shaped frame for her hairless cunt. What really grabbed your attention, though, was her face. She had heavy, dark eye brows that matched her jet black hair. They went well with her full lips, and she wore a brooding, sullen look that was very sexy. Apparently she didn't get much sun because her skin almost glowed with whiteness. The contrast between her black hair, dark looking features and her creamy, white skin was striking. It was easy to imagine some ancient Celtic prince going to war in order to possess a raven haired colleen like her. Now, I'd been admiring the little ladies ever since Sandy brought me to the pool. They were all delightful, but this one seemed to suddenly stand out. As we made eye contact, something wild occurred to me. This girl was special. I wanted to own her, to put my mark on her in some way so as to keep the other men away. There was something about this girl that set her apart from the others. It seemed to me that nothing less would do than to make her pregnant! As young as she was I wanted to give her a baby. For the first time that day, I got an erection. Oh I'd had a couple of false starts here and there, but I'd been trying to keep myself under control. This time I let go and sprouted a fully erect, ready-for-business hard-on. A king-sized boner, as Mindy would have called it. A few of the men had already done it and nobody seemed to mind. As crude as it sounds, in that setting it was a natural thing to do. You would have thought that a girl her age would be embarrassed to see a grown man get an erection, especially knowing that it was directed at her. Instead, she held her ground and just stared at me with a saucy, defiant look in her eyes that nearly drove me crazy. Every few seconds her gaze would sweep down to my erection and then she'd look back into my eyes. I kept staring back, with my steel hard cock swaying out in front of me. A blind man could have seen what was happening. She was sizing me up, I was sizing her up, and we both seemed to like what we saw. It wasn't that we were doing something the others in the group hadn't already done, but I think we drew it out longer than was comfortable for them. A few of the girls actually turned away and I could sense that even some of the men were becoming restless. Somewhere on the other side of the pool a man let out a shout and then heaved the ball in my direction. I batted it back over the heads of the remaining girls and drew a cheer. The spell was broken, but Eileen and I kept watching each other. The girls went back to squealing and jumping, but a definite change had come over the dark-eyed beauty. She didn't play with the same enthusiasm as the others. The men also resumed calling the girls by name. While throwing the ball back and forth and clapping their hands, more men were now shouting to various girls, encouraging them to catch the ball. There seemed to be more urgency to the game than I'd noticed before. Nobody called out Eileen's name, though, and nobody threw the ball at her. More men were growing erections, too and I could see a corresponding increase in the excitement of the girls. They really liked this kind of attention. Whenever one of the girls realized that a sexually aroused man was focusing on her, she became much more agitated. At one point, two men with erections zeroed in on the same girl. She almost went nuts. It was like a primitive, prehistoric mating ritual. What I'm describing may sound like wild, improbable fantasy to you, but it really did happen this way. Some of the men grew erections but would not call a girl's name. When the girls saw this, they would hold a quick consultation, talking and gesturing amongst themselves while trying to figure out who had been nominated. One or another girl would be pushed forward and the man would show in some way whether or not she was his choice. Once they learned who the candidate was, the girls would splash water on her and try to push her out of the group toward the man. The girl would fight like hell to stay with her comrades. These mock expulsions only made the game more amusing. All of us, men and girls, were having the time of our lives. More and more, the girls were running around like giddy fools, while every man's cock showed at least some sign of arousal. It was beginning to look like a stiff prick contest. During all this the ball kept flying over the heads of the girls, coming lower and lower. I lobbed the ball right at one girl, the fourteen year-old with the big tits, just to see what would happen. She saw it coming, turned her back to me, leaned forward and expertly bounced the ball off her ass. The guy next to me, Gene something or other, explained. "She bumped you, Jack. She doesn't want you to throw it to her." I was surprised. "Can she do that?" "She sure can. They all can. It means she's not interested in you . . . I suspect you'll get the same treatment from all of them." It sounded like the party was over as far as I was concerned. Had I violated some unspoken rule? "So, what happens now? Do I have to leave?" Gene laughed at my discomfort. "No. Nothing like that. It's just that you and Eileen seem to have an understanding. The other girls don't want to interfere." So that was it. Not that I minded being paired up with Miss dark eyes, but it sort of deflated me to learn that my choice of partners for the night had been made for me. "Oh, I see. So what's my next move?" "Well, you can stay here if you like, but I'm pretty sure none of the other girls will go with you. They're waiting for you to pick Eileen . . . She's very sweet, Jack. You'll probably fall in love with her." While this discussion was going on, the game continued. In short order, two more girls caught the ball and were led away into the trees. The second catch drew a round of applause from the girls but I never did learn why. Apparently there was some special significance about that girl going with that man. With a thinner crowd, I was able to keep track of Paige Hannon. She was so succulent it almost hurt your eyes to look at her. What would she be like in two or three years? For some reason I didn't want to walk away with any girl while the others stood around and watched. I stayed in the water, occasionally tossing the ball, but not throwing at any girl in particular. The Stretch game had gone on a little too long and the men were now tossing balls that anyone could catch. They wanted to end it and get on with the fun. Three more girls were eliminated in less than a minute. One girl dropped the ball but the men ruled it a fair catch anyway, and she was off to the woods. With only four girls remaining, most of the excitement, and mystery, were gone. It didn't take a genius to figure out how it was going to end. We stopped throwing the ball and drifted in toward the girls. It was like closing time at a cowboy bar. Nobody wanted to go home alone. I found myself walking away from the pool with Eileen Tracy. Everyone else had gone and left the two of us standing there. I guess that's how it was done in the FDA. I didn't know where to take the girl. There was no one around to ask. My lovely advisor, Sandy Pelham, had disappeared not long after Mindy departed. There was a point when I turned to ask her a question, and Miss Jiminy Cricket was gone. Now, here I was on my own, with a girl I didn't know and no idea where to go. For a moment the arrangement seemed silly. Was I really going on a date with a 12-year-old girl? I mean, she was a luscious, little number and we weren't going to just hold hands, but I was old enough to be her father. As we walked away I casually let my arm go around her shoulders. It was more a gesture of friendship to my young companion than anything else. As soon as I did though, she leaned her naked flank into me and I was quickly transported back to fantasy land. To suddenly feel all that young, female flesh up against mine made a big difference in my attitude. Knowing that this lovely, young creature was going to spread her legs for me sent me off on an emotional rocket ship ride. My pecker had retreated because of the chill of the water. Now it sprang to life. It bobbed and bounced in front of me as we walked. Eileen reached over to touch it and I returned the favor by clamping my hand on her ass. I remembered that her father had done the same thing to Mindy, and I wondered what those two were doing now. Oh, well. More and more Eileen seemed like a fair trade to me. In fact I might even have had a slight advantage. Fortunately, Eileen knew where to go. She led us to a tent that I never would have found. It was getting dark so we made it just in time. The mosquitoes were beginning to bite. To this day it is a mystery to me what motivated Eileen that afternoon. I don't know if she wanted me because her father went with Mindy, or if she just saw something in me she liked. Whatever, she turned out to be a most passionate lover. I was pleasantly surprised that she could put on such a terrific display of emotion, but, of course, she did have a lot of experience. This was a lesson I kept learning as I sampled the other girls in the group, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Until now the only underage girls I'd had sex with were Mindy and Vanessa. I'd yet to discover just what my dark haired prize was capable of. As we neared the tent, I couldn't hold back any longer. I stopped, pulled the girl into my arms and kissed her. It was a long, hard kiss with lots of tongue exercise. My hands roamed up and down Eileen's smooth back, always returning to home base at her ass. I had become fascinated with asses. The cheeks of her behind were as smooth and firm as any I'd yet to touch. It was driving me crazy to handle her this way. I kept reminding myself that I was doing this to a pretty, underage girl whom I hardly knew. Anywhere else but here and I could go to jail for what I was doing. She was enjoying herself, too; because she was kissing back as hard as I was. This only excited me more. After awhile, her age didn't matter. I completely forgot where I was and who I was. My universe shrank to the ground we were standing on and the only two people alive were her and me. She broke off the kiss, but stayed in my arms. In a whisper, she spoke. " Let's go inside. It's much more comfortable in there." Eileen was right, it was more comfortable. There was a bed, of course, a small table with two chairs, a pint sized refrigerator, a stereo sound system and the floor was covered by a soft carpet. It was compact but we had what we might need for a night of love. It wouldn't be necessary to go up to the house until morning. The girl and I would not be disturbed. Indeed, who would come around? I didn't know about Mr. & Mrs. Pelham but I assumed all the guests were doing what Eileen and I were doing. The sight of a chair reminded me that I'd been on my feet quite a while and I flopped down. Eileen walked over to the refrigerator and leaned over to look inside. Her pose allowed me to see up the crack of her very fine ass and I could even make out the lips of her sweet, little cunt. Apparently satisfied with what she saw, Eileen closed the door, straightened up and turned toward me. She was only a step or two away and I held out my hand to draw her in. She came to stand before me and I put my hands on her tiny breasts. Eileen was watching me with that sullen look that I found so stimulating. It still seemed like I was in some kind of dream world. I had met this exciting, junior adolescent only an hour ago and here I was, playing with her little tits, and getting ready to fuck her. Her voice was so soft I almost didn't hear it. "Do you like them?" What a question. "Oh, yes. You're lovely." She was in a talkative mood. "Am I prettier than your daughter?" I had to admit it was a close race. However, at the moment I was with Eileen, and not Mindy. "Yes, Eileen. You're the loveliest girl I've ever known." With that, her arms went around my shoulders. "What would you like?" I thought she was offering to fetch something, only at the moment I had everything I wanted. "Nothing." A faint smile crossed her lips. "I mean, what would you like me to do?" Now I understood. With her experience, she was like some middle eastern, harem girl, ready to please. She wanted to know if there was a special sexual favor she could perform for me! I slid my hands down to her hips. The kid must have been a mind reader because she went right to her knees. Then, with just the slightest pressure of my hand at the back of her head, she brought her face up to my cock. Her hands went out to grasp it and she leaned forward to take it into her mouth. Bear with me a moment. Mindy had done for me what this girl was doing, but Mindy didn't know what this girl knew. Now I'm an average sized man and she was an averaged sized girl. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she was able to just close her lips around the tip of my cock, and that's about all. It was enough. She commenced to suck in a most delightful way. Eileen definitely knew what her tongue was for, too. It flicked and licked around the end of my prick, like a snake, probing for its next meal. At the same time she grasped the lower part of my cock in her hand and began to stroke me. Her other hand cupped my ball sack and the fingers of this hand danced all around between my legs. I sat there on the edge of the chair and fondled her breasts while she drew me into euphoria. My climax arrived long before I wanted. Eileen knew it was coming, too. My legs, indeed my whole body, stiffened and tensed with joy, and her mouth and hands gripped me tighter in anticipation. In quick succession I fired several large gobs of semen into her mouth. Her lovely, dark eyes were on mine as the fluid roared into her. I could see her throat muscles working as she swallowed. All of it didn't go down, though. Still sucking at me, some of my semen oozed out through her lips and dripped down her chin. I couldn't resist. My hands went under her armpits and I drew the child up. As she rose, I pulled her close. Spreading her legs, she came to sit on my lap facing me. The warmth of her young girl body flowed right through me. She was so soft, and warm, and lovable. I nearly crushed her in my arms while stroking her. Like the other girls, Eileen was slender and lightly built. I don't think she weighed 100 pounds. I could have held her like that for a month without getting tired. Being this close to her made me realize how fragile she was. Each knob of bone in her spine was a brief rest stop for my fingers, as they traveled up and down her deliciously smooth back. Our mouths came together and our tongues commenced to duel, vying for the right to pass through the other's lips. Some of my semen was still on her lips and inside her mouth. It had an odd, neutral taste, rather pleasant actually. Knowing what it was, and mixed with her saliva, I greedily sucked in and swallowed. We were mixing our body fluids, this love child and I. A bond was growing between us. My brain didn't want to stop. I was experiencing paradise. What a sweet, lovable child she was. So smooth and soft. So warm and enticing. So friendly and eager to please. My body sent me a different message. I had just gone through an electrifying orgasm. She actually sucked my semen out of me as it came flooding up from within. I was drained and there was a bit of an ache down, inside me. My body wanted to rest, but my brain was having too much fun for that. She wasn't hardly finished, either. She kept squirming around, pressing into me. To help her along, my hand slipped down between her legs. Like the others, Eileen had not yet grown any hair between her legs. There was some dark fuzz, just above the mound of her cunt, but it was thin and hardly noticeable. Since her legs were spread apart over mine, it was easy to probe up inside her. She was all wet and sticky and hot and soft. I pushed two fingers into her and it calmed her down a bit. She kind of relaxed and lowered herself onto my hand. Her head turned sideways and she lay it down on my shoulder. I could both hear and feel her breath on me. So I was now exploring inside yet another underage girl's cunt. Keeping my two fingers inside her, I opened my hand. On either side of that small pussy mound I could massage and stroke the outer lips of her vagina. I pushed up into the place where her thighs and her cunt and her tight, little ass all came together, feeling the muscle and bone. When I closed my hand, squeezing her cunt lips against my fingers inside, it caused her to suck her breath in and stiffen. It must have felt especially good to her. She rode up off my hand and slid up against my chest. I experimented a bit and found that by flexing my hand, I could work her up and down like a doll on a string. Eileen began sucking in her breath and drooling. It was dripping out her mouth onto my chest. She also began digging her fingers into my shoulders. Each time I squeezed she bolted upright and pressed herself into me. I went on pleasing her this way for what seemed like forever, but it must have been only a few minutes. Amazingly, my cock started to get hard again. I was heating up again before my last burst had even dried. She felt it, too. It started to creep up her belly. It wasn't completely hard but I had enough stiffness to penetrate her. Once I did, the feel of that twelve-year old cunt was enough to revive me. We did it with her sitting on me. We did it staring at each other. Again I was surprised to see a wanton, lewd expression on a child's face. She wanted to fuck as much as I did. Ever again, I remember thinking that no woman could be so sweet. My hand slipped down her backside to rummage around between the cheeks of her little ass. She was thin enough that I could actually reach between her legs and feel my cock shaft, working in and out of that hot, juicy orifice. My second blast of the evening was not as copious as the first. They having come so close together. Even so it was worth the effort. The girl was magnificent. She opened a whole, new category of fucking for me. I didn't think I ever wanted to sleep with a woman again. I would spend the rest of my life in the company of pre-teen girls. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Birds do sing a lot in the morning. There must have been thousands of them outside, all chirping away. Eileen was lying awake, watching me. She smiled. "Jack?" "What?" "I'm hungry. Will you take me up to the house for breakfast?" "Sure, but can I wash up, first?" "Uh huh. There's an outdoor shower out back. There's usually hot water, too. There were terry cloth robes in the tent. One man sized and one child sized, in matching colors. Eileen was wearing hers. I was still naked. That great little ass of hers was clearly outlined through the robe. Instead of heading for the shower I caressed her thigh and behind through the material. There being no objection, and with my cock already sending me a "Lets do it again," message, I sort of sidled up to her. The robe had a cloth belt holding it closed. Just a little tug and it slipped open. It was somewhat of a shock to again see all that smooth, creamy white, girl flesh. Against the background of the dark, blue robe she looked even whiter. I didn't want to ever let her go. She was absolutely the sweetest thing I'd ever seen. My hands went around her hips to reexamine her ass and backside. I was getting to know every curve and depression. From the upper part of her thighs, over the cheeks of her ass and up her back. Eileen was watching me with that same sullen look she'd given me in the pool. It was like she had stepped outside herself and was watching and enjoying what I was doing. I have to tell you that it unnerved me a bit. I could have handled a look like that from a woman, but from a twelve-year old girl it was just a little scary. Like she knew more than a child is supposed to know. Then it hit me. She did. This lovely, young girl was no more a virgin than I was. Good. If she liked to fuck then we'd do it. The old fashioned way. As easy as could be I rolled her on her back, crawled up on top and did it to her. It was quick, and dirty. No magic. No romance. Just a quick, sweet fuck. At the main house, someone had put out a buffet table of breakfast goodies. I settled for coffee and doughnuts. It was time to round up Mindy and get started for home. A few girls were standing around talking, and drinking orange juice. Outside, I could see two men walking up to the house. With everyone in clothes, it seemed different. Is that an odd thing to say? Of course it was different. Clothing created a barrier. Yesterday, in the pool, I would have had no reservations about fooling around with any of those lovelies. Today, they seemed untouchable. We had all gone back to our everyday roles. The party was over. Fantasyland was closed.