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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am NOT the author. I don't have the talent to write these
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Little Beth's Boyfriends
By Curt Aldrich
Chapter 1
"Spread your Barbie dolls out on the sand and play with
them," Cathy told her baby sister as the 16-year-old blonde took
off on a lope across the beach. "I'll be back later!"
Cathy's plump buttocks twisted provocatively in orange bikini
pants which failed to conceal them. Much of the fabric was caught
in the crack between her ass cheeks. The satiny swells quivered
as she ran.
A white-haired man who sat on a blanket, next to his dozing
wife, felt an uncommon stirring in trunks as Cathy's tantalizing
bottom wiggled past, nearly close enough for him to take a bite of
it.
The eyes of a young passerby were brightened by the bouncy
quiver of her tits. Cathy was the proud possessor of a pair which
resembled sponge-rubber balls, except for the rigid tips which
projected from their crests. Her bikini top came high enough only
to conceal the thrusting stems, while revealing the rims of her
pink aureoles. The swelling orbs on which her nipples sat were
alive with vibrating motion.
Cathy's baby sister, Beth, had just begun to sprout nubbins
at the age of twelve. Cathy's opulent breasts and curvy bottom
frightened Beth, when she thought that she herself might possess
such bulges some day. The hair on her sister's body was even more
frightening. Beth had no hair between her legs at all.
She differed from her sister Cathy in another way as well:
Beth had no interest in boys. She was happy to play with her
dolls and to fantasize about a glamorous life without boys. A
girl's body was just something to put pretty clothes on, as far as
Beth was concerned.
"Hi! See anything interesting!"
The blond, muscular lifeguard to whom Cathy had called turned
from scanning the water and looked down at her, standing at the
foot of his tower. He grinned behind dark glasses.
"Now I do!" he said, ogling Cathy's breasts.
"Well, just what do you see?" she teased, twisting languidly
so that her breasts wobbled to and fro in their flimsy wrap-
around.
The lifeguard scurried down his ladder, bounding onto the
sand in front of her. He wrapped strong hands around her upper
arms and gazed down at the creamy globes that rose insolently from
her bikini top.
"I see the juiciest set of tits on the beach," he said.
"Boyd, you dirty guy!" Cathy scolded, laughing.
The lifeguard glanced quickly around him. The beach was
lightly populated on that early summer's weekday. Deciding that
there was no one close enough to be shocked, Boyd hooked two
fingers around the center of Cathy's bra and yanked it down. Her
tits leaped out to stand quivering in pink-nippled perfection.
She gasped, and a blush came to her cheeks. "Are you crazy?
Not out in the open!"
"Then let's get into my tent," Boyd said. "I've got a hard-
on already."
A downward sweep of Cathy's blue eyes told her that it was
true. The young man's swim-trunks were bulging before the urgent
thrust of his prick.
Cathy turned and, holding an arm across jiggly breasts,
dodged under the three-sided canvas shelter that faced the sea at
the base of the life-guard's tower. She tumbled onto Boyd's
blanket.
He was right after her, tumbling onto the blanket also. He
clutched Cathy. They rolled and giggled. His mouth was hot on
hers, his tongue spearing. Cathy felt his dick pressing her
thigh, then the grasp of his hand around a bulging breast.
Boyd squeezed her firm titty and plucked at the nipple while
they kissed. Thrills radiated through the responsive girl.
Her mother would have been shocked if she had known Cathy was
letting a young man get to her that way, but Cathy couldn't have
cared less. She was at the rebellious age. Before she'd given
Boyd her virginity, life had been a drag. Since then it was one
luscious thrill after another.
Cathy's hand stroked the lifeguard's big, hairy chest. She
plucked at the wiry ringlets. All the while his demanding tongue
was thrashing in her mouth, making her think of how his cock felt
when it probed somewhere else.
Her hand skidded down to his trunks, and she grasped at the
hardness which was stretching them out of shape.
Boyd pulled his mouth from hers with a gasp. "When you grab
me there, I go crazy!" he said.
"I want you to go crazy with me!" Cathy exclaimed, and kept
massaging his constricted hard-on through the single garment.
The youth drove his face to her breasts and sucked up a
thrusting, hard nipple. He bathed the tingling titty-tip in his
warm mouth, thrilling Cathy. She struggled blindly with the young
man's trunks, pulling them partway down. But his big prick was so
stiff that it kept them from gliding off.
Boyd raised his mouth from her gleaming, wet nipple and
looked at what she was doing. Cathy looked, too.
Boyd's trunks had skidded low enough to expose the top of his
pubic patch, but they clung to the towering projection of his
penis. Only the base of the pole was revealed, where it soared up
from his golden thicket.
He took hold of the top of his trunks and stretched them as
he squirmed. The garment pulled his prick down, then relinquished
it with a snap. The bulb-ended shaft bobbed up and down springily
before locking into a high-aiming thrust. The head swelled, rosy
and plump. The stalk was super-stiff.
Cathy gazed at it as if hypnotized. She hadn't gotten
sufficiently used to Boyd's prick yet to take it for granted, if
she ever could.
Her slender, delicate fingers crept around it. Boyd watched,
and thrilled, as her hand took hold. Squeezing his cock, she
watched its head bulge even larger than before.
"What a thing!" she said excitedly.
"Call it by its right name, why don't you?" Boyd suggested.
"It has different names, doesn't it?" Cathy asked sexily as
she stroked it.
"Yeah. Use 'em all."
"But they're dirty!"
"So what?"
So what, indeed! Cathy thought. Even if sex was dirty, it
was fun!
"Cock!" Cathy said, as if she had uttered a major
pronouncement. She looked at Boyd shyly and blushed.
"What other names for it do you know?" Boyd asked, writhing
voluptuously under her caress.
"Prick!" Cathy said, blushing more. It stimulated her to use
forbidden words.
"How about another one?"
"Rod?" Cathy said, intoning it as a question.
"Okay. More."
"Well ... dick?"
"More yet," Boyd urged, squirming in the delightful clasp of
her hand.
"I don't know any more," Cathy said, gazing at the beautiful
long rod she was holding.
"How about pecker?"
Cathy giggled. "That sounds so cute!" She tried it out: "I
dig your pecker!" She laughed and blushed some more.
Boyd had taken just about all of her verbal and stroking
stimulation that he could stand. He was anxious to take off her
bikini pants and get into action.
His hand slid down her dimpled belly and stroked the
triangular front of her lower garment. He felt Cathy's fur
through the thin cloth. Her pubic delta was plump and inviting.
His caress warmed her tremendously. She wanted him to take her
bikini off.
Her hips lifted from the blanket in mute invitation, and Boyd
grasped her frail briefs. Down they came in one yank, revealing
her lovely blonde bush. She raised her legs as Boyd pulled her
bikini away.
He moved her tanned legs apart and looked between them.
Cathy felt embarrassed--but excited, also--to have him
staring between her legs. The youth's cock quivered as he gazed
at her pink slit which bisected the curly forest between her
thighs. Her stroking of him, and the dirty words he had coaxed
her to use had moistened her pussy until it gleamed.
The trouble was, Boyd couldn't see enough of it, even though
he spread her legs wide apart. Her pussy was tight, and the outer
labia didn't separate very far. Boyd slid his hands up her satiny
thighs, giving Cathy a new sweet thrill, and touched her soft,
moist center with his thumbs.
Oh, no! she thought. He isn't really going to ...
But he did. His thumbs impudently stretched her little cunt
wide open, and he gazed at the most luscious display of pink,
gleaming girl-flesh he had ever seen. The head of Cathy's clit
firmly thrust from its hooded cover. Beneath that was the little
dot of her pisser. Then there was the oval of her cunt-mouth
which looked scarcely large enough to accommodate a man's finger,
let alone his big, thick cock.
But Boyd knew she could take him, since she had done so
several times. He also knew he was the first to fuck her. He
hoped, and believed, he was the only one.
He directed a finger to her tight cuntal hole and slipped the
digit in.
"Oooooo!" Cathy said.
"Like it?" Boyd asked as he deepened the digital thrust.
"Yessssss!" she hissed, and shut her eyes. Her blonde hair
streamed as she tossed her head back.
Boyd stroked his finger up and down in her grabby, slippery
cunt. She was heating fast, her hips jerking. Her titties
lurched.
"I want your cock!" she begged. "Please stick it in me!"
"Use the real words," Boyd said, "and tell me what you want
me to do."
"Fuck me!" Cathy cried. "Oooh, shit! Fuck me with your big,
fat prick!"
Boyd swung atop her. His cantilevered cock bumped Cathy's
thighs as he settled himself. The knob rubbed across her yearning
pussy. Leaning on one arm, the youth reached between their bodies
and grasped his projecting shaft. He swabbed its head up and down
the girl's oozing slit.
Cathy was squirming, trying to catch his cock in her cleft.
Boyd seemed willing to take his time, however. The more he teased
her, the hotter she would get, he had learned. He kept rubbing
his cock up and down her pussy, stroking shallowly between the
velvet folds. Each stroke titillated the girl's tingly clit-head,
driving her wild with desire.
"Doooooo it!" she cried, bumping at him. "Oh, you mean guy!"
"Say pretty please." Boyd laughed.
"Pretty please!" Cathy begged.
Boyd let his cockhead sink into the soft center of her vulva.
Its tip forced her vaginal mouth open. Boyd kept pushing. Cathy
gasped with delight as her cunt-mouth stretched more, clasping the
fattest part of his prick. Then, with a driving thrust of his
hips, he sank his shaft deeply into her.
"OOOOOOOOOOH!" Cathy moaned.
"Feel good?" Boyd asked, smiling down as he braced himself on
his arms.
"It's heaven!" Cathy panted. She writhed, feeling stuffed by
his hot, throbbing dick.
It felt heavenly to Boyd, also, to have her warmth squirming
about him, clutching him as if with a velvet hand coated by
melting butter. He ground his cock deeper into her tight, heated
hole.
Cathy felt as if she had almost more than she could take.
But she wasn't about to complain. Nothing in creation had ever
made her feel so good as Boyd's cock projecting deep into her
belly.
He withdrew his prick from her until she clasped only its
head. He thrust deeply into her again. Cathy moaned. She tossed
her head on the blanket, her golden hair streaming.
The young lifeguard fucked voluptuously in and out of her
narrow love-cove. She moistened more, providing a very slick film
for him to glide on. Each time he drove his cock into her with a
snap, her titties jumped. Her nipples stuck up so hard that they
looked as if they might explode.
"Oooh, yesss ... dooooo it ... ooh, DO it!" she panted.
Boyd rotated his hips when he had his cock deep inside her,
grinding her plump ass against the blanket. His wiry pubes
scratched through her fluff. His flanks stroked the sensitive
inner slopes of her thighs.
He freed one hand, leaning on the other arm, and brushed the
tips of her titties, wobbling the full, springy globes. He
twisted his head and brought it down to suck and tug at a nipple.
Cathy was wild with passion. She wanted to be jabbed hard.
But Boyd was dilly-dallying. She writhed, whimpering.
"Fuck me ... FUCK MEEEEE!" she begged.
Boyd began moving rhythmically, steadily. The fist-like knob
of his pecker rippled the clinging, slick flesh of Cathy's cunt.
The end of his long cock battered the bottom of her well. His
thick shaft stroked the nerve-ends which encircled the mouth of
her pussy and his hardness stropped the tingling tip of her clit.
All this produced a throng of wondrous sensations which
overwhelmed Cathy, causing her to toss and mewl and clutch at the
sun-bronzed, husky chap who was pumping between her raised thighs.
Her bottom bounded up and down on the blanket, her buttocks
shaking. Her titties jiggled like Jell-o in an earthquake.
Boyd lowered his muscular torso against her, wrapping her in
his strong arms. Staying very close and stroking down more, he
rubbed her clit even harder.
Cathy squealed with delight. She clawed Boyd's back, making
marks that would be visible when he climbed back onto his tower.
But he didn't care. He was riding a young, frisky wildcat and, to
a virile male, nothing could have been better.
Boyd's cock moved faster in Cathy's slippery, snug hole. He
was approaching the payoff, and he wanted her to be with him. He
needn't have worried. Cathy was within a few strokes of the
glorious moment herself. She could see the prize glittering as it
dangled just inches from her reach.
A little closer! she thought. A little harder!
She bobbed her hips eagerly against Boyd's lusty cock-
thrusts. She clutched at his back, pulling. She panted. She
cried out.
Suddenly she had the precious prize within her grasp and she
was clutching it as she shook and screamed. Her cries were
drowned in the pounding of the ocean's waves which seemed to wash
all over and into her. But the spurts in the pit of her quaking
pussy were Boyd's ejaculations, filling her with warm cream.
She lapsed slowly, her hands falling away from Boyd's back,
her legs relaxing. She sighed from the depths of her being.
Boyd lay still atop her, breathing heavily. He licked at her
earlobe, then ran his tongue to her mouth and dipped between her
lips. She sucked on his tongue and this pleased him.
He pushed up onto his arms and grinned down at her.
"Glad you came to the beach today?" he asked cockily.
"What do you think?"
Cathy wrapped her arms tightly around Boyd's neck and pulled
him down for another wet, heated kiss on the mouth. She felt his
cock softening within her, and she was sorry.
But there would be another time.
There were many times to look forward to, when a girl was
sixteen.
Chapter 2
"Hey, you don't have any boy dolls."
Beth looked up at the man who stood over her, grinning down.
He had deeply tanned skin and lots of black hair on his legs,
chest, and tumbling around his ears. He wasn't quite as old as
her daddy, but he was older than the lifeguard that Cathy liked.
"I don't care for boys," Beth said, and returned to playing
with her dolls.
"How about men?" the man asked, squatting. His penis had
fattened as he gazed at the sleek-bodied little girl with her so-
innocent face and brown hair bobbed short.
"I like men all right," she said concentrating on her dolls
as she moved them about.
"You here all alone?"
"My sister's around."
"How old is she?"
"Sixteen."
"And you?"
Beth looked at the man. "You a cop or something?"
The fellow laughed, still squatting beside her. "Why'd you
say that?"
"I don't know. You're asking a lot of questions."
"My name's Gary, and I live near here. I'm no policeman."
The girl had the mere beginnings of breasts, making very
small dents in her blue one-piece swimsuit. Gary's cock throbbed
harder.
He glanced about the beach. "I don't see your sister."
"Oh, she's with that lifeguard. She digs him."
"I get it," Gary said, staring at the tent next to the vacant
lifeguard tower.
He glanced back at Beth. "What do you think they're doing?"
"Fooling around," Beth said, walking a doll across the sand.
"You mean ... fucking?" Gary asked.
Beth looked up and stared at him. "That's a dirty word."
Gary laughed. "Do you know what it means?"
"I don't want to talk about it," Beth said.
"Look--I've got a great idea. Why don't you and I go over to
my place? It's right over there--see?" He pointed to a two-story
building that was sandwiched in a row of similar structures along
the edge of the beach. "We can have a cold drink. Like
strawberry pop?"
"I like Coke better," Beth said.
"I've got Coke."
"I shouldn't go," Beth said. "My sister may come back and
wonder where I am."
"So you'll return in a few minutes. Anyway, she's busy--like
you said."
"My mother always told me I shouldn't go anywhere with
strangers," Beth told Gary.
"But I'm not a stranger! I live right here. Besides, do I
look like a person who would eat you up or something?"
Beth laughed, showing white teeth. Her brown eyes sparkled.
"I guess not."
"Then, come on." Gary held out his hand to her. "Better
bring your dolls, too. You wouldn't want anyone to steal them."
The sun had made Beth thirsty, and a Coke sounded good. She
glanced quickly at the life-guard's tent. Cathy was still in
there with the guy. Beth resented the way her older sister spent
so much time with what's his name--Boyd--whenever they came to the
beach. She didn't like being left alone. And the man who was
holding out his hand to her seemed nice, despite the fact that he
had used a dirty word.
Lots of people talked dirty. Even Beth's daddy sometimes
said, "Shit!"
Beth took Gary's hand and let him help her to her feet. She
bent and gathered up her dollies. Gary eyed the neckline of her
swimsuit which sagged a bit while she bent forward. He saw only
the tiniest suggestion of swells, and he thrilled stronger.
He was grateful that few people were on the beach that day,
because he had a noticeable lump in his swim-trunks as he walked
across the sand beside the young girl.
"What's your name!" he asked.
"Beth Ellen Brewster."
"Do you like to be called Beth Ellen or just Beth?"
"Beth's okay."
"Do you live near here, Beth?"
"About two miles."
"Your sister has a car?"
"No, we came on the bus."
"Do you come here often?"
"Whenever we get the chance. Now that school's out, we'll be
coming more, I hope."
"I hope so, too," Gary said, and smiled down at her.
They climbed the wooden stairway on the outside of his
building, Beth going first. Gary watched her little bottom wiggle
in her snug swimsuit. The suit's elastics had crept up to expose
the lower curves of her white buttocks. Gary studied her crotch
where the center strip of her swimsuit passed between her
scissoring, slender thighs.
They reached the door of Gary's apartment, and he opened it.
Beth stepped into a living room littered with magazines, beer
cans, and overflowing ashtrays. Two men in swimsuits lounged
there--the first gaunt and sandy-haired, with long legs and a
beaked nose; the other compact and dark, Latin-looking, with a
mustache. They got up when Beth and Gary entered. Both looked at
the young girl with interest.
"Beth, I want you to meet a couple of friends of mine," Gary
said. "The tall one's Gabe and the other guy's named Pedro."
Pedro grinned, showing teeth that were very white. "Hello,
little lady," he said with a trace of accent.
Beth smiled shyly at the strange men, then cast an uneasy
glance at Gary.
"Hey, break out some Cokes, you guys!" he said. "Beth, sit
down over here on the sofa."
Gabe went into the kitchen, and Pedro walked to the sofa to
sit next to Beth. "What you got here?" he asked, taking one of
her dolls.
"That's Barbie," Beth said.
"Very pretty!" Pedro ran a finger along the doll's legs.
"What are you talking about, man?" said Gary who gazed warmly
at Beth. "That doll isn't half as pretty as this real live girl!"
"You're right, man," Pedro said, grinning. "She's the
prettiest doll I've seen."
Beth looked from one man to the other, wondering why they
were staring at her so. They made her nervous. Gabe arrived with
four open bottles of Coke between his hands. He held them out to
Beth, and she took one. The other Cokes were distributed among
the men.
"You dummy!" Pedro said. "I want something better than
that!" He slammed his Coke down on an end table.
"No booze," said Gary.
"Why not, man?"
"Because we have a sweet little guest," Gary said, smiling at
Beth. "And we have to take very good care of her. We don't want
to treat her rough."
Beth had taken two long, refreshing drinks from her Coke
bottle. Gary sipped quickly, and set his bottle down.
Gabe was sipping Coke in a chair opposite the sofa. He
cocked one long leg over the other and stared at the threesome on
the couch. He hadn't said a word since Beth had entered the room.
Gary leaned close to the girl. "Ever had a boyfriend, Beth?"
"I told you," she said. "I don't like boys."
"That's right. But you said you like men." Gary winked at
Pedro.
Beth glanced quickly from one to the other. "Maybe I better
get back," she said. "Cathy might be looking for me."
"Wait ... wait," Gary urged. "Finish your Coke." He placed
a hand on her smooth, sleek thigh.
A strange tingling sensation streamed through the twelve-
year-old. Her eyes widened as she gazed at Gary.
He began to stroke gently along her thigh. "You're smart to
like men," he said, "because they can make you feel good."
"We can make you feel very good, Beth honey!" Pedro chimed
in.
Beth wasn't sure if Gary's stroking of her thigh felt good or
not. She would have said it felt funny. But the sensation was
pleasant enough so that she didn't ask Gary to take his hand away.
His fingers crept closer and closer to the crotch-strip of
her bathing suit. Pedro was watching intently, his own hands
fairly itching.
Beth stared down at Gary's fingers as he extended the middle
one and tickled her between the legs. Even though the contact was
filtered by her swimsuit, it produced a hot response. Beth's
little hips jerked back.
"Don't!" she exclaimed.
"What's the matter?" Gary asked, chuckling. "Did it feel too
good?"
"I don't like it!" said Beth. She had made up her mind.
"What you mean is, you like it a lot!" Pedro laughed.
"I'm going to leave." Beth started to stand.
Gary grasped her shoulders to hold her on the sofa. Pedro
bent and began licking her legs, while his fingers stroked them.
Gabe leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his blue eyes
staring.
Beth suddenly was terrified. She struggled against Gary, but
he had no difficulty holding her down. Pedro's gliding tongue and
fingers were evoking wild sensations in her thighs.
Her dolls tumbled off her lap. She continued to clutch the
Coke bottle. Pedro saw the potential weapon from the corner of
his eye and straightened to take it from her hand. He wore a
strange dreamy look as he gazed at her.
"Let's strip her, Man!" he said to Gary.
"Are you crazy?" Gary retorted. "Beth wouldn't like that."
"I certainly wouldn't!" she said, offended but not quite as
frightened now that Gary seemed to be protecting her. "Let me
up!"
"What we're going to do is take off our swimsuits and give
Beth something to play with," Gary said, still holding her.
"Something better than dolls."
A grin crept over Pedro's face as he appreciated the
possibilities. He stood.
Beth didn't know quite what to make of this new turn of
events. But as long as the men weren't going to do anything nasty
to her, like taking off her swimsuit, perhaps it wasn't so bad.
And Gary had let go of her shoulders. No one was holding her.
She stared at Pedro, whose swimming trunks looked funny. The
front of them pushed forward. Beth didn't know what caused that.
Looking right at her, the Latin fellow shoved his trunks
down. His cock flipped out to hang forward, then quickly
stretched to full erection before Beth's startled eyes.
She had never seen anything like that amazing organ. It was
frightening somehow, but fascinating also. She couldn't tear her
eyes away from the stiff, upthrust column with the bluish knob at
its end and all the black hair gushing around it. And what were
those things that hung down? Gary stood beside Pedro. The Anglo,
who had equally dark hair, but whose skin was lighter, pulled down
his trunks, and a second strange, stiff protrusion was displayed
to Beth. This one was different in that the bulging part at its
end was covered by an outer skin, so that just its tip was
visible. It inched higher as Beth stared at it.
She knew it was naughty for people to take off their pants
where someone could see. And it was just as naughty to look. But
Beth couldn't keep from staring. She had never seen what was in a
man's pants, or even in a little boy's pants, before.
Gabe was pulling off his trunks as he stood next to Pedro, so
that the trio formed a semi-circle in front of the seated 12-year-
old. Gabe's secret thing was longer than either of the others.
It was so long and skinny that it looked to Beth like a sword.
Swords hurt people. Maybe the men's stiff things would hurt
her, Beth thought.
She made a move to get up.
Gary pushed her down and dropped to the sofa to sit beside
her. Gabe sat at her other side. Pedro moved up close in front
of her. The men's penises remained rigid, Gabe's and Gary's
sticking up from their laps.
"Want to feel my cock?" Gary asked, and took Beth's hand in
his.
So that's what a cock was, she thought. She had heard the
word before, but she'd had no idea what one looked like.
Before she could marshal resistance, Gary had wrapped her
fingers around his rigid, upthrust column. It was very hard, but
warm. Beth didn't know what to make of the scary, strange thing.
Gary kept his hand on hers, holding her fingers around his
prick.
"Take hold of mine!" Pedro said excitedly, moving so close
that his legs bumped Beth's knees.
Her fascination overcame her fear, and she reached out and
clutched Pedro's cock. Holding a man's stiff, long penis in each
hand thrilled Beth and she didn't understand it.
"See, pricks aren't bad, are they?" Gary asked. "They won't
hurt you."
"They feel funny," Beth said. "Kind of warm and throbby."
She was getting warm herself--and in a strange place, down
between her legs. She didn't understand that, either.
She began to get frightened again, and she jerked her hands
away from the men's pricks. The stiff organs bobbed up and down.
"Try something else now," Gary said, his voice taking on a
hoarseness. "Bend forward and kiss that big prick that's sticking
up in front of you."
"NO!" Beth exclaimed, horrified by the suggestion.
"Come on, honey," Pedro crooned, pushing his erection closer
to her face. He had forced one of his legs between her thighs as
she sat trapped in front of him and between the other men.
"You're nasty--all of you!" Beth cried, and glanced
frantically about, trying to find a way to escape.
"We'll let you go," Gary said, "if you'll just kiss Pedro's
cock."
The idea was awful, Beth thought. But if it was the only way
she could get out of there ...
No! She couldn't bring herself to do it. That thing of
Pedro's was filthy.
It didn't look dirty, though, she had to admit. Maybe she
could just give it a quick kiss, then get away.
She leaned a bit closer to the projecting penis, trying to
work up her nerve.
Gary suddenly grasped the back of her head, pushing forward
and down. Her face collided shockingly with Pedro's prick. The
spongy bulb at the end of his cock smeared along her closed lips.
A waft of its strange scent went up her nostrils.
"OOOH!" she exclaimed in alarm, not realizing that the
opening of her mouth made her vulnerable.
Gary took quick advantage. Giving the girl's head another
twisting shove, he forced her gaping lips down over the crown of
Pedro's cock. To Beth's horror, she found her mouth stuffed full
of the smelly, rubber-like knob.
Her eyes bugged. Her frantic protest came out, "GHAAAAHG!"
A groan rattled in Pedro's throat as his cock throbbed in the
wet, warm mouth of the twelve-year-old virgin. Gary and Gabe
stared, their upthrust pricks quivering.
"Suck it, baby!" husked Gary, working Beth's head forward and
back.
Her lips stroked up and down around the shank of Pedro's
organ. His bulging glans rubbed her tongue. The taste of his
aroused prick and its musky odor swamped her senses. His thick,
hard shaft held her mouth open wide, and its spearing presence,
along with Gary's hold around the back of her head, prevented her
from getting away from the awful thing.
Beth felt humiliated and dismayed, though her youthful
vocabulary didn't include such words. She was powerless to resist
as Gary forced her head up and down on the other man's smelly,
tart-tasting prick.
"Oooh, SHIT!" Pedro said, trembling with excitement.
"Is she sucking?" asked Gary.
"No, man!" the Latin said raggedly. "But, oh, it's good!"
"SUCK!" Gary ordered, squeezing Beth's head harder.
She sucked the filthy, big prick that was sticking into her
mouth. A stronger burst of sex flavor washed over her tongue.
Her saliva gushed, and she was forced to gulp down the sex-tainted
solution.
Beth's eyes watered as Pedro's prick was forced far back in
her mouth by Gary's stroking motions of her head. She started to
gag, and Gary eased up.
His other hand was between her thighs, which were held apart
by Pedro's leg. He hooked her swimsuit away from her crotch. The
men stared at her hairless cunt which was small and dainty. Gary
rubbed the slitted little bulge, and this sent a new blast of raw
sensation coursing through Beth.
Pedro began thrusting his lithe hips forward and back,
stroking his cock between Beth's o-shaped lips, so that Gary
needed only to hold her head still. His finger opened the snug
outer lips of her pussy, and he stroked shallowly between them,
rubbing Beth's clit.
The hot sensations that streamed to her brain gave her a
giddiness she had never felt before. Gary kept rubbing her tiny
clit, piling thrill upon thrill.
He let go of her head, and Beth kept bobbing it of her own
accord. She didn't think about what she was doing. Pedro's prick
just felt good, stroking her sensitive lips and thrusting along
her tongue. She had even gotten used to the taste by that time.
Gabe squirmed as he sat beside her. Finally having to get
into the act, he worked the top of Beth's bathing suit down,
exposing her little girlish tits. They were exquisite, just
starting to push out. Gabe rubbed the pastel pink nipples,
turning them hard.
Beth felt a wild welling up of thrills. She sucked Pedro's
prick harder. She squirmed against the hands that were tickling
her pussy and pubescent breasts. Suddenly the hot sensations
seemed to explode within her, and she convulsively clamped down on
Pedro's cock.
"AAARRRGH!" the man said, and jerked, his glans throbbing
between Beth's palate and tongue. His shaft twitched in the vise
of her sucking lips.
A stream of hot fluid coursed through his spasming cock and
splashed over Beth's tongue, shocking her. She gulped, for that
was all she could do, and swallowed his semen down. He kept
spurting and groaning with delight, writhing on the balls of his
feet, his prick twisting in the astonished young girl's mouth.
She continued to gulp, her eyes watering, until his spurts of
warm, thick cream stopped coming.
Pedro drew his prick from her mouth with a soft popping sound
and backed away, breathing hard. His cock slumped.
Beth stared at him, her big eyes misty. White goo dribbled
down her chin. She felt so good after her own climax--her first
ever--that she didn't resent Pedro for shooting something into her
mouth, shocking though it had been. The fluid hadn't tasted bad.
"Do me now!" Gary husked, clutching the prick that bristled
from his lap. He pulled the foreskin back from its bulging head.
He kept rubbing Beth's pussy, causing her excitement to build
anew. He had to push her head only a little to get her to bow and
take the big, moist knob of his pecker into her mouth. Since his
glans had been sheathed by his foreskin until just moments ago,
its scent was stronger and its taste sharper than Pedro's had
been. Beth sucked it and started bobbing her head.
Gary moaned, writhing on the sofa. His fingertip
relentlessly rubbed Beth's little clit, making her hotter and
hotter. She responded by sucking more ardently on his cock. Her
brain swirled.
The man lurched. His cock geysered in Beth's mouth. She was
treated to her second helping of warm, thick man-juice, spurting
and splashing. She swallowed it as fast as she could.
This time she received no climax. She wiggled her hot little
bottom against the couch.
Gabe took over, rubbing her clit and her titties. She bowed
to his lap.
The other men watched, staring in wordless fascination as the
twelve-year-old virgin, totally innocent until just minutes
before, eagerly sucked her third prick of the afternoon. Gabe's
balls churned. He stabbed his long, skinny cock upward into the
soft, moist circle of the child's lips. He jerked.
Just as he let go, Beth had her second climax, and it seemed
like a bomb going off inside her. But instead of destruction, it
produced a wonderful warm relaxation which seeped through every
cell of her body. She swallowed Gabe's cum, and raised a wet
face.
"Didn't we make you feel good?" Gary asked, smiling at her.
"Yesssss," Beth said softly, her voice a bit hoarse. Her
throat was sore from all the fast gulping she had done.
"Now why don't you pick up your dollies and go back to the
beach?" Gary suggested as he drew up the top of her swimsuit.
"And don't tell anybody what happened--not even your sister. That
will be our little secret--okay?"
"I guess so," Beth said.
As she left the apartment, her brain still light and a little
woozy, Gary said, "We'll see you again."
"Yeah, we sure will!" echoed Pedro.
Gabe remained silent all through the episode.
Chapter 3
"Where in the world have you been?" Cathy demanded when her
baby sister returned to the spot on the beach where Cathy had left
her.
"I just went to get a Coke," Beth responded.
She wanted to tell Cathy what had happened, because it had
been so strange and exciting. But she was afraid, not only
because the man had told her not to talk about it but because she
knew Cathy would chew her out. And if it ever got back to her
mother--wow!
It had been wrong, Beth supposed. But she didn't exactly
understand why, since it hadn't hurt her and it had felt very
good.
She would have to remain silent, even though she was bursting
with the news.
"Hey, are you all right?" Cathy asked. "You look funny."
Beth blushed. "Funny how?"
"I don't know. Well, come on. We've got to get home."
Beth thought about the strange, wild happening all the way
home on the bus. Did other girls do what she had done, she
wondered. How about Cathy? Did she suck that lifeguard's cock?
Beth knew there was more to sex than what had happened to
her: there was fucking. That meant the guy stuck his thing into
the girl. Beth had heard about that, and she assumed that was
what Cathy let the lifeguard do to her in his tent. The thought
of it had always frightened and repelled Beth.
Sucking was something she hadn't heard about, and it had come
as a surprise. So had the good feelings she'd gotten when Gary
and his friends had rubbed her between the legs. That rubbing had
been wonderful--much more exciting than when she had rubbed
herself. It must have been because she'd had a man's cock in her
mouth at the same time, Beth decided.
When the men had shot their stuff into her mouth, even that
had been good, though she supposed it was dirty. She wondered if
she would get sick from it. Her stomach felt all right so far.
In fact, she felt very good all over.
* * *
Beth's mother and father went out that evening. Cathy
watched TV and talked on the telephone, perhaps to the lifeguard.
She didn't tell Beth.
The twelve-year-old went to bed early, but she couldn't fall
asleep. She kept thinking about what had happened to her that
day. Despite her doubts and vague fears, she wanted it to happen
again.
The men had told her they would see her again, and she was
looking forward to it.
She still lay awake at around midnight when she heard her
mother and father arrive home. Her mother was laughing in the
funny way she always did when she had been drinking. Beth's
father joined in, but he was never as loud.
They stayed downstairs a long time, and Beth thought they
were drinking some more. She wondered if they also were fooling
around.
She got a giddy desire to creep down the stairs and spy on
them. She'd never done that, though she had been curious many
times.
Tonight she would do it, she decided.
She climbed quietly out of bed and tiptoed out to the hall.
Cathy's door was shut. Beth could hear her parents' voices from
the living room, loudly enough so that she could make out what
they were saying.
"Joe, you devil!" Beth's mother playfully protested,
laughing. "Stop that!"
"Come on, Marcella, you know you like it," Joe responded with
a chuckle. "It makes you feel wicked when I pull your dress up."
"And what makes you think I like feeling wicked?" Marcella
challenged.
"I can tell," Joe said confidently.
Excited, Beth made her way carefully down the stairs, so as
not to be heard. Finally she was able to peek into the living
room. She felt safe because she was above her parents' line of
vision, unless they were to glance up in her direction. Beth
didn't consider that likely, because they seemed too interested in
each other.
Beth's mother had her back turned toward the stairs, and
Beth's father was embracing her while he held her dress up around
her middle, along with her lacy slip. Her plump bottom was
exposed, in blue panties with a white lace trim. She wasn't
wearing pantyhose that night, but garters and stockings.
Beth watched her father stroke and pat her mother's bottom
through the thin nylon that clung to its opulent curves. The
crack between her mother's buttocks showed hazily through her
sheer pants.
"Joe, you're getting me all excited!" she said, and kissed
the tall, sandy-haired man on the neck. Joe was a handsome forty-
year-old, whose age showed only in a slight receding of his
hairline and a bit of a paunch.
"That's just how I want you to get," Joe said, continuing to
pat his wife's bottom. "Real excited."
"Well, why don't we go to bed?" red-haired Marcella inquired,
writhing gently against him.
"Because you always get more turned on in the living room."
"But that's the trouble. What about the children?"
Beth moved quickly back out of sight.
"They're sound asleep," Joe said.
"Oooooo!" Marcella breathed excitedly. "Don't pull my
panties down!"
"No? Well, just how am I going to fuck you with your pants
on, hmmm?"
A strange thrill went through Beth. That was the first time
she had ever heard her father say "fuck."
"You're nasty!" Marcella said, and laughed.
Beth crept farther down the stairs so that she could watch
once more. Her father had lowered her mother's panties just
enough to expose her white, fleshy buttocks. He was stroking a
finger up and down the crack between her satiny rear cheeks.
Beth thrilled more, though there was something odd about
watching her parents carry on that way.
Marcella writhed away from her husband and pulled her panties
up before letting her skirt drop. "I need another drinkie-poo,"
she said, and walked unsteadily to the cabinet where the liquor
was kept. An open bottle and two glasses stood on top of it.
Joe watched as his wife poured some more liquor for herself.
A lock of Marcella's dark red hair had fallen sexily across a
cheek. Her face was pretty, though a slight puffiness betrayed
her thirty-eight years. Her breasts were large, and the
moderately low-cut dress she was wearing showed off their pale,
bulging tops.
"Want one?" she asked as she finished pouring her own drink.
"I'm okay," Joe said.
Marcella laughed. "I know what you're worried about--you're
afraid that if you drink any more you won't be able to do your
thing!" Her voice was thick.
"Listen," Joe replied, "I could do it if I was roaring drunk.
I just wouldn't enjoy it as much. Now, with women it's different-
-the more booze they drink, the wilder they get."
Marcella turned to face him. "And just how would you know
about women ... plural? How many broads have you been screwing
around with?"
Beth was shocked to hear her usually prim and proper mother
use words like broads and screwing.
"You know I don't screw anybody but you," Joe said, walking
over to her, a grin on his face. "But I remember before we were
married."
"Oh, here we go again! Now you're going to tell me about
Elaine and Lois and all the rest of them ... and how fuckin' wild
they were!"
Fuckin'? Beth couldn't believe her ears. Her mother had to
be pretty drunk.
"Baby, I'm not interested in anybody but you," Joe said, and
took Marcella into his arms. She was sipping from her glass as he
cuddled her, caressing her bottom again.
He walked her to the sofa, his arm around her waist.
Marcella sat down heavily, almost sloshing the liquor out of her
glass. Joe sat beside her. He gave her a kiss. Beth was shocked
to see his hand close around one of her mother's breasts,
squeezing the bulgy mound.
Marcella finished the liquor in her glass and stretched to
place it on an end table. The glass nearly tipped onto its side.
Joe went to work on his wife in earnest, pushing her skirt
and slip up her thighs, then grasping her breast once more. As
they kissed, he slid his hand down across her middle and dug
between her fleshy thighs, grasping her hairy softness through her
panties. Her thighs widened their spread, and Beth could see dark
hairs along the crotch elastics of her mother's pants. The narrow
strip of blue nylon that passed between her legs had gotten
creased and was narrower than usual. As she squirmed in response
to her husband's ardent caress, he hooked the nylon away, and Beth
got her first glimpse of her mother's mature pussy. The gash was
red at the center, its lips unfurled by the wanton spread of her
legs and her excitement. Lots of hair bordered the juicy crevice.
Joe's finger delved into his wife's meaty slit.
"Oooo!" Marcella moaned, tearing her mouth from his. "Why
don't you fuck me?"
There it is--that naughty word again, Beth thought. And
Mommy's using it!
"You're not ready to be fucked yet," Joe replied.
"Oooh, yes I am!" Marcella insisted, writhing passionately.
More of her hair had fallen over her face by that time. "Can't
you feel how wet I am?"
"You're wet all right," Joe observed, taking out his finger
and looking at it. (Even Beth could see it glisten). "But I
think my baby needs a little more feeling up. She needs to get
the top of her dress pulled down," Joe added, reaching behind her
to unzip her zipper. "She needs to get her titties spilled out."
Marcella laughed giddily as the top of her dress was lowered.
But her tits didn't tumble free. She was wearing a low-cut bra.
She squirmed against Joe as he went for the hooks on her
brassiere. When his hands withdrew, he brought the bra with him,
and Marcella leaned back, boldly showing him her breasts. Like
melons they were, with wide rosy discs at their crests. At the
center of each aureole sat a plump, ruddy nipple.
"Mama's really got 'em!" Joe said with a grin, bringing his
hands up underneath her bountiful boobs. He lifted the chesty
treasures and let them drop, quivering.
Marcella glowed. It did thrill her to be stripped in the
living room and to be forced to show herself off.
"Shake 'em, honey!" Joe said.
Laughing, his drunk wife waggled her shoulders, causing her
big tits to bounce to and fro. Joe drove his face against the
rounded, satiny pillows. Beth stared as her father licked and
sucked her mother's nipples. The child watched avidly as he
lifted a breast, tugged with his mouth at its rigid tip, then let
the titty drop. He pounced onto the other one.
Marcella reached blindly for the front of her husband's
pants. Beth's guilty excitement increased as her mother felt all
around his lower front, even down between his legs, then found the
tab of his zipper and lowered it, opening his fly.
I'm going to see Daddy's cock! Beth thought.
A little voice told her that she shouldn't look at it, that
she was being very naughty and should hurry back to bed. But her
fascination with her parents' lovemaking was too great to resist.
She had to remain on the stairs and continue to watch.
Marcella reached into Joe's pants while he nuzzled and pawed
at her breasts. Her hand came back out, and it was clutching a
long, hard column that, to Beth, looked very much like Gary's. It
too was covered by an outer skin, except for its rosy tip. Beth's
mother stroked that hard, thrusting cock, rolling the foreskin up
and down across the ridge of his head.
Joe sat up and stared at what she was doing.
Suddenly he dropped to his knees on the carpet. He spread
Marcella's legs wide apart and dived between them. Their
daughter's breath became labored and she felt very warm between
her own legs as her father licked the inner slopes of her mother's
thighs, from her tightly cinched stocking tops all the way to the
edges of her lacy blue pants. His hands stroked up and down the
outside of her thighs, traveling along the straps of her garters.
Finally he clutched Marcella's panties and pulled them down.
Her dark hair gushed out. Joe lifted her legs in front of him to
take her panties off. He tossed the blue briefs aside. He spread
his wife's legs into a wide V, continuing to hold them up in front
of him, and then he did something that shocked and thrilled Beth.
He dove straight to her mother's hairy slash, burrowing his
mouth into the moist meat. He lay her legs on his shoulders and
twisted his head, ravenously eating Marcella's flowing, flavorful
cunt.
Beth throbbed as she watched. Her eyes were bugging. Her
mouth hung open, and her throat was dry.
Marcella wiggled her bare bottom on the sofa. She tossed her
head from side to side, her red hair whipping across her face.
She bit her lip to stifle a moan, Her titties bounced like big
rubber balls.
So Daddy puts his mouth down there, just like those men made
me do with them! Beth thought excitedly. I wonder if Mommy will
do Daddy the same way.
Joe was licking up and down the meaty flanges of his wife's
cunt, his tongue wiggling all the fleshy folds. He sucked up her
gushing honey. He licked the pearl-like head of her clit until it
was slick and extremely hard. He even stroked his tongue down and
into the mouth of her slippery, hot vagina.
Marcella bumped her hips spastically. She no longer was able
to suppress her moans. She clutched her husband's head, ruffling
his dark hair, pulling him deeper into her humid swamp.
Finally he raised his head. His mouth and nose were wet.
Marcella was panting wildly.
Joe stood in front of her, his prick proudly projecting from
his open fly. He moved very close to Marcella, standing between
her legs.
"No!" she exclaimed, and tried to push him away.
"God damn it, why not?" he demanded, wild with lust.
"Because I don't do that!" his wife said. "I've told you
many times I won't. Just because that slut Elaine used to do it
for you is no reason to expect me to." She no longer seemed so
drunk.
"Damn you!" Joe snarled. "You're a prude!"
"Maybe so," Marcella said, succeeding in pushing him away
from her. "Come on, Joe," she added, her tone softening, "let's
make love nice!"
He angrily grasped her and twisted her about, until she was
pitched forward, over an arm of the sofa. Her ass was aimed into
the air. Its fleshy cheeks were framed by her white garter straps
and the dark bands at the top of her hose.
Joe jerked her thighs apart so that one leg extended out to
the floor. He landed behind her on his knees and quickly pushed
his pants and shorts down. He drove his hard prick into her
upturned pussy, spearing it all the way to his dangling, hairy
balls.
Beth stared from a point of vantage which permitted her to
see between her father's legs, to watch his thick column stroking
in and out of her mommy's hair-fringed hole. She watched her
daddy's balls shake. She saw how wet his cock was getting as he
pumped up and down, pulling the little red lips of her mommy's
pussy outward, then folding them back inside as he drove all the
way, socking his belly noisily against Marcella's ass.
So that's how people fuck! Beth thought, shocked and excited
by the blatant display of raw lust. That it was her own gentle
parents behaving in such a wild and wanton manner startled the
child all the more.
This was bound to be a day and night that Beth would never
forget.
"Oooh, yes!" Marcella cried, bumping her cunt backward
against her husband's savage plunges. She wiggled her sumptuous
ass. "That's sooooooh gooooood!"
Joe just grunted, angry in his lust because she hadn't given
him the thrill he had most wanted. If he could just once feel her
warm, wet mouth around his prick and watch her pink lips pump up
and down on it, he would be the happiest man on earth, he thought.
But she continued to deny him that supreme pleasure. She probably
always would.
He fucked into her none-too-tight cunt with brutal vengeance,
and Marcella seemed to enjoy it, despite his roughness.
Watching, Beth was frightened for her mother.
That must hurt awful! the young girl thought. How does Mommy
stand it?
Beth didn't see how she herself could ever let a man or boy
drive his long, hard thing into her. Her pussy was so small and
tight that a man would surely rip her to pieces doing that.
The fear put a damper on the vicarious excitement Beth had
been enjoying up to that point. Still, she continued to watch,
spellbound by the sheer animal lust which her father and mother
displayed.
Marcella was bobbing her ass atop the sofa arm, pushing with
her feet against the cushion and the floor, bracing her hands
against the floor, as well. Her hair hung completely over her
face. Her breasts dangled and swayed like tolling bells.
Joe was clutching her bare hips and driving for dear life
into her soggy cunt. His shaft gleamed slippery wet each time it
flashed out. His balls had pulled into a knot at its base.
Beth's eyes burned from staring. Her tense throat ached with
dryness.
Aren't they ever going to stop? she wondered as her parents
fucked on and on.
"Uuuh ... uh! ... OOOOOOOOH!" Marcella cried, and her ass
shook, vibrating like jell-o. Waves of luscious warmth spread
through her.
Her cunt spasmed around Joe's cock which was still pumping
within it. But because Marcella's pussy wasn't the tightest in
the world, her orgasmic contractions didn't bring him to climax.
However, his stimulation was heightened by her obvious pleasure,
and he speared her even faster and stronger. His hips bobbed as
briskly as they could go. His eyes rolled back in their sockets,
and his head turned light.
His whole being was concentrated on his driving cock as he
pumped into Marcella with fiendish zeal. He slapped her quivering
ass. He cursed.
Finally he came with an explosive burst which shook him. He
growled raspingly and emptied his passion in spurt after quivering
spurt within his wife's still-quaking cunt.
He flopped over her back, breathing hard. She was panting,
also.
"Oooh, what a fucking!" she said.
Beth could have uttered an amen to that. It was the most
savage and frightening act she had ever witnessed between human
beings.
She never wanted it to happen to her.
Chapter 4
"You're going to the beach again today, darling?" Marcella
asked as she spread jam on her toast. "My goodness, you'll get
your skin too brown."
"Do I look as if I got too much sun yesterday, Mother?" Cathy
retorted, annoyed.
"Well, no," her mother admitted. "And you were out there a
long time. How did you manage to protect yourself?"
"I wasn't lying under the sun every minute, Cathy said,
nibbling at her breakfast.
That's right--you were lying with that lifeguard in his tent
letting him do the awful thing I watched Daddy do to Mommy last
night! Beth thought.
Somehow her parents seemed different to her that morning,
though they behaved as usual. In her mind's eye, she kept seeing
flashes of them fucking--her mother's big bottom stuck up in the
air while her father vigorously speared it.
"Do you want to go to the beach again, too?" Marcella asked
Beth.
"Sure!" the twelve-year-old eagerly replied. She thought of
Gary and his friends and the great pleasure they'd given her
without getting rough.
"Oh, Mother, do I have to take her?" Cathy asked, frowning.
"You most certainly do, dear!" Marcella said. "Beth has as
much right to enjoy herself on a vacation day as you do. And be
careful to see she doesn't get too much of a burn."
"Well, I've got to take off," Joe said, wiping his mouth on a
napkin as he rose from the table. He was dressed in a suit, white
shirt, and tie--his regular uniform for the office.
He gave his wife a quick kiss and patted Beth on the head.
He smiled at his young daughter fondly.
Beth had to force herself to return his smile, remembering
how brutal he had seemed with her mother the night before.
"You listen to your mother now," Joe said to Cathy. "Behave
yourself at the beach, and watch out for Beth."
"Yes, Father," Cathy said.
He patted her affectionately in passing.
Cathy got up and went to her room. Beth dreamily finished
her breakfast, wondering if she would meet Gary and those other
nice men today.
* * *
The girls arrived at the beach earlier than they had the day
before, and there was no one near their favorite spot--except for
Boyd, who was perched on his tower with a white sailor hat turned
down to shade his face.
"I suppose you're going to mess around with him as usual,"
Beth sniffed, indicating the life-guard.
"I wish you had somebody to mess around with," Cathy snapped
back. "But, of course, you're not old enough."
"Oh, no?"
Cathy squinted at her baby sister. "Well, you aren't! But
maybe you can find something to do, besides just playing with
those dumb dolls of yours on the sand. Why don't you go where you
got that Coke yesterday, wherever it was? You heard what Mother
said about not staying out in the sun."
Beth remained silent. She didn't want to just walk up to
Gary's apartment. That would seem too forward. She hoped he
would see her and come out, as he had done the day before.
Cathy waited, studying her. "So, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know. Just sit here, I guess."
"Oh, shit!" Cathy said.
"Ummm! That's a naughty word."
"So what? I wish you'd please go somewhere. Now that Boyd
and I have the beach all to ourselves, it would be nice to stay
outside in the sun."
"And fuck right out in the open?" Beth asked.
Cathy blushed. "What makes you think that's what we do?"
"I know about those things," Beth said, looking down as her
bare toe drew a curlicue in the sand.
"Well, don't talk about them!" Cathy scolded. "And for God's
sake, don't say anything like that at home."
"Why not?" Beth chirped. "Mommy and Daddy fuck, don't they?"
Cathy blushed brighter. "What an awful thing to say! And
you thought it was bad for me to say shit."
"I was just kidding," Beth replied. "I can say shit too, if
I feel like it. I can say anything you can. What I don't get is
why you'd want any guy to fuck you. Uugh!"
Still blushing, Cathy replied, "That's because you don't know
what it's all about. Anyway, who says I fuck with Boyd?"
"Well, if you don't do that," Beth inquired, "do you suck his
thing instead?"
Cathy was shocked to the tips of her toes. "Where did you
ever hear about anything so filthy? I ought to wash your mouth
out with soap!"
Beth laughed, enjoying her new sense of maturity. "Ooh, go
fuck with Boyd! I won't bother you."
The twelve-year-old turned and, carrying her dollies, started
walking slowly across the beach. She was heading vaguely toward
Gary's place, but didn't want to be obvious about it.
Cathy, with a lot to think about, walked to Boyd's tower.
It would be too risky, she thought, to have sex with him
today. Now that Beth suspected what was going on between them and
was willing to talk about it, it was no longer safe. If the brat
mouthed off at home, Cathy would catch it for sure.
"Hi, Boyd!" she called to the lifeguard.
The handsome blond fellow straightened from his sleepy slouch
and looked down. He grinned. "You said you'd be early, but I
didn't believe it." He turned and came quickly down the ladder.
"We can't do it today," Cathy told him as he pulled her into
his arms.
"Why not? Is it your time of the month?"
"No, silly. But Beth suspects what we're doing. She might
spy on us or something."
"Where is she?" Boyd asked, and scanned the beach through his
dark glasses.
"Right over there," Cathy said, turning. She didn't spot her
sister. "Well, she was ..."
"Is that her, talking with that guy?" Boyd pointed.
Cathy looked in the direction he indicated. "It is! Hey, I
don't like that. I'll get my ass whaled at home if anything
happens to her."
Cathy took off on a lope, toward where Beth was standing with
the man.
Boyd called, "Come back soon as you can, huh?"
She didn't reply. Beth was all she could think about at the
moment. That brat was getting to be a real problem.
"Who's this?" Gary asked Beth as he saw Cathy running toward
them. He eyed her large, rounded tits which were bouncing in her
bikini bra.
"Oh, that's my sister!" Beth said disgustedly.
"She's sure pretty."
Beth gave the man a sharp look.
He grinned. "But not as pretty as you are, cup-cake," he
added.
"Who are you talking to, Beth?" the sixteen-year-old demanded
as she ran up.
"This is Gary," Beth said, adding maturely, "He's a friend of
mine. Gary, this is my sister, Cathy."
"A friend of yours?" Cathy glared at the man, who grinned
back at her. "He's old enough to be your father!"
"I'd like to be your father for a night," he told Cathy.
"What's that mean?" she demanded.
"Oh, nothing. Or everything. Depends on how you want to
take it."
"I don't care to take it at all." Cathy grasped Beth's hand.
"Come on--we're getting out of here."
"No!" Beth exclaimed, bracing herself.
"That's the girl," Gary encouraged. "No slut of a big sister
ought to boss you around."
Cathy exploded, "Slut! Where do you get off calling names,
you creep?"
"Beth told me what you were doing yesterday with the
lifeguard."
Cathy turned red from anger and embarrassment. "Beth Ellen
Brewster! When I get home ..."
"What'll you do?" Beth taunted. "You know you don't dare say
a word to Mommy and Daddy, because you're been just as naughty as
I have. Naughtier!"
Cathy stared at, her sister inquisitively. As naughty as
SHE? What did Beth mean by that? What had the brat been up to,
anyway?
As Cathy considered the question, it occurred to her that
Gary was altogether too forward for a casual acquaintance. And
Beth had introduced him as her "friend". Did that mean she was
with him yesterday? What had they been doing?
"Do you live around here?" Cathy asked Gary.
"Tell her, Beth," he said cockily.
Beth was no longer afraid or ashamed to admit that she had
been in Gary's apartment or even to admit what she had done there.
After watching the way her parents had behaved last night, and
listening to the way they had talked when they had thought they
weren't overheard ... then after practically drawing an admission
from Cathy that she had been fucking the lifeguard ... Beth
concluded she had nothing to be ashamed of or even to fear.
"Gary lives in that building over there," Beth said,
pointing. "That's where I was yesterday--in Gary's apartment with
him and his friends."
"His friends?" Cathy was more shocked by the moment.
"Yes. A couple of very nice men."
"My God, no!" Cathy said. "What did you let them do to you?"
"Nothing bad," Beth said. "In fact, it was super! Are your
friends in the apartment today, Gary?"
He nodded, grinning slyly as he studied Cathy's response.
"What have you done to my sister?" she demanded, her eyes
flashing.
"Like she said, nothing bad. Come on up with us and we may
do the same thing for you ... if you act nice."
"I certainly will not!" Cathy declared, outraged.
"Then I'll see you later," Beth said, and turned. Carrying
her dolls, she walked beside Gary toward his apartment.
Cathy didn't dare make a scene, because Beth was in a
position to fink on her. But she couldn't stand there and let
Beth go back to the man's apartment alone.
She cast a glance toward the lifeguard tower where Boyd sat.
She couldn't ask for his help because he might lose his job if he
were to leave his post.
There seemed nothing for her to do but tag along with Beth.
What could happen, really, with both of them together in the man's
apartment? Maybe, also, Cathy could find out just what Beth had
been up to.
She hurried after Beth and Gary.
Beth glared at her big sister when the latter ran up beside
her. Beth kept walking. "Why don't you mind your own business?"
she said.
"Because you're my business," Cathy retorted. "I'm supposed
to watch out for you."
"Don't fight, girls," Gary spoke up. "There'll be enough fun
for both of you."
Cathy wondered just what he had in mind. How bad could it be
if a kid like Beth had done it?
The threesome climbed the stairs to Gary's apartment, and he
let them in. Pedro and Gabe were lounging in the living room, as
before. Gary made the introductions, which Cathy acknowledged
with a sniff.
"Why don't we all get comfortable?" Gary suggested
immediately. "Let's take off our swimsuits."
"NO!" Cathy was horrified.
"Well, I will!" Beth said, and began skinning out of her one-
piece suit.
Cathy lunged to stop her, but Gary looped an arm around the
blonde teenager's middle, yanking her backward against him. She
felt the bulge of his penis snuggling the crack between her
buttocks, which were lightly covered by her bikini. Looking down
over her shoulder, Gary watched her luscious tits jiggle as she
struggled to free herself from his grasp.
Meanwhile, Beth was stepping out of her swimsuit before
Cathy's astonished eyes. The men ogled the sleek-bodied twelve-
year-old. Gabe and Pedro yanked their trunks down.
Their cocks rose as Cathy stared, blushing furiously. She
felt Gary's prick prodding her bottom.
He let go of her and removed his trunks. His uncircumcised
penis stood at attention.
"This is awful!" Cathy exclaimed, gazing about the room.
"The only thing that's awful," Gary replied with a grin, "is
you still wearing that bikini. Why don't you prove you're at
least as grown up as your baby sister?"
"Yeah, Cathy," Beth said, her cheeks and eyes bright with
excitement. She was enjoying a sense of superiority over the
older girl who had always bossed her around. "Either take off
your bikini or get out. We don't need a party poop."
"What you need is to have your bottom spanked!" Cathy said.
"I'd rather spank your bottom, baby," Pedro said, stroking
Cathy's bikini-clad ass. "You've got a lot more back there."
She squirmed away from him, her eyes flashing. She felt just
as helpless as before, and the situation was getting more
critical. Beth had dropped onto the sofa between Gary and Gabe,
whose cocks bristled from their laps as they sat beside the nude
young girl.
Pedro still ogled Cathy. "Come on, baby," he said in softly
accented tones. "Take off that bikini, huh?"
In addition to being offended by what was going on, Cathy
felt frustrated and foolish. She was afraid of what was going to
happen to Beth, for which she would be held responsible. Cathy
still believed she could protect herself, but Beth had become
totally uncontrollable and was therefore at the men's mercy.
"All right!" Cathy declared defiantly, her head held high.
"I'll take off my bikini if you leave Beth alone."
"Deal, baby!" Pedro quickly said, gazing at Cathy's bulging,
half-exposed breasts.
"What about you?" she asked Gary.
"I won't do anything Beth doesn't want me to do," he replied.
"Beth, get up and come over here," Cathy directed.
"No!" Beth's excitement was high, and also her new sense of
power.
"Damn you!" Cathy said. "You're a stupid little snot!"
Pedro had edged behind the pretty blonde. He reached quickly
and pulled the tie on her bikini top. The bra fell away, exposing
Cathy's breasts before she could clutch and cover them.
"Hey, man, you ever see such pretty tits?" Pedro asked,
grasping his erect prick as he ogled the pink-nippled beauties.
"I prefer Beth's little titties," Gary replied, and passed
his hand across the twelve-year-old's sprouting buds.
Beth immediately reclined against the back of the sofa,
letting the man have his way with her. Gary slid his hand down to
her hairless loins and between her legs. Gabe stroked her
stiffened nipples.
Cathy stared unbelievingly at the erotic scene which involved
her baby sister. While she was engrossed, Pedro pulled the string
on her bikini bottom and it sagged, sticking between her thighs
but exposing her golden mons.
"No!" she exclaimed, whirling to slap the man. Her titties
bobbed.
Pedro clutched her round, firm breasts, taking the blow which
stung his cheek. He pushed Cathy backward, causing her bikini
pants to glide down her legs. She stumbled into a chair, her
thighs open, and Pedro stared ardently at her tight slit which was
edged by golden curls.
Gary had dropped to his knees in front of Beth. She let him
push her thighs wide apart, and he bowed his head between them.
She thrilled as he did to her what she had watched her father do
to her mother the night before. Gabe twisted on the sofa to kiss
her as he rubbed her tits.
Cathy's eyes were wide. Her mouth had dropped open. She
knew she couldn't stop what was happening, and she feared it would
get worse. If she were to get up and run, it would mean
abandoning Beth.
The possibility of escape was quickly removed, anyway, when
Pedro dropped to the floor between Cathy's knees, shoving her
thighs as far apart as they would go. Her slit opened enough to
show a narrow slash of pinkness bisecting her blonde forest.
Pedro dived at the luscious feast. He began to lick up and
down the edges of Cathy's cunt, giving her a wild thrill she had
never experienced before. His moist tongue plastered her curly
cunt-hairs against the velvet flesh on which they grew. He teased
Cathy's sensitive slit by licking along and across it without
actually parting the snug folds.
Meanwhile Beth was panting and letting out little yelps of
delight as Gary's tongue made her pussy feel even better than his
hand had made it feel the day before. His saliva drooled over the
velvety little pouch as his tongue stroked generously up and down,
enjoying its utter innocence of hair. He hadn't tried to force
his tongue inside her pussy yet. He was willing to proceed
slowly, savoring every moment of the conquest as it gradually
unfolded.
Pedro was not so patient with Cathy since he, like the other
men, knew she was not a virgin. After quickly licking the outside
of her cunt and sending wild thrills coursing through the dismayed
girl, he used his thumbs to open her pussy like a fresh peach.
The pink inner meat was running with nectar, and Pedro greedily
lapped it up. His stroking tongue, working between Cathy's cuntal
folds, titillated her clit and the slick-rimmed mouth of her
vagina.
She could do nothing but thrill while she watched Gary ravish
Beth. His tongue was beginning to pry at Beth's babyish slit,
which was the tightest Gary had ever touched. Beth gasped as she
felt his slippery organ part her intimate folds. He licked up and
down the constrictive elastic furrow, tickling Beth's hot little
clitty with each stroke.
Gabe was licking her nipples. She was receiving a veritable
barrage of exciting sensations. She reached out blindly,
clutching for something she had just glimpsed ... something she
wanted.
Gabe sat up, revealing her firm grip on the skinny, knob-
ended column that stuck up from his lap. They both stared at it.
Cathy stared, also. Then in the midst of the giddy sensation she
felt from Pedro's avid licking of her cunt, she received the
further shock of seeing her baby sister bow and take the head of
Gabe's cock into her mouth. Beth immediately began to pump her
lips up and down around the slippery, iron-hard rod.
It was as if the floor had suddenly fallen out from under
Cathy. Her brain swirled, simulating the sensation of falling.
Pedro's wicked tongue, poking deep into her wet, wiggly cunt,
added to the unbelievable sight of Beth doing that nasty thing
with Gabe, producing a total effect which was shattering to the
young blonde.
Pedro stood, his face flushed, his eyes hot. He moved up to
Cathy, his stiff prick pointing at her face. From the corner of
her eye, she could still see Beth bobbing her head on Gabe's cock.
Cathy reached out, and her cool, delicate fingers wrapped around
the hard, thick shank of Pedro's organ.
He moved closer, crowding between her spread legs. "That's
it, baby!" he crooned. "Take a taste. It's good. You'll like
it."
His hand was around the back of Cathy's head, pushing her
down. He didn't have to push very hard. Cathy's lips smacked
against the purplish head of his cock, and that horny organ forced
her mouth open. She felt the fat knob glide between her lips,
stuffing her mouth as the shaft held her lips wide apart.
"Suck!" Pedro said, and Cathy began to do it, feeling ashamed
though unable to help herself.
The man's randy taste and aroma inundated her senses, making
her head lighter than ever. His stroking shaft, as he rocked
forward and back, stimulated the sensitive nerve endings in her
lips. His bulb rubbed her tongue, providing further excitement.
He reached down and cupped her breasts, bouncing the buoyant
titties on his palms.
Cathy began to bob her head against the man's mouth-fucking
thrusts. This gave her greater excitement. She felt like the
nastiest girl in creation, but she kept telling herself that Beth
was doing the same thing and therefore was just as bad. And the
men hadn't forced Beth. She had done the act willingly.
Now that Cathy herself had a big, stiff prick sticking into
her mouth, she could understand why: It felt good. It was good.
She dug it!
She grasped Pedro's balls and wiggled the warm masses in
their velvety sac as she pumped her mouth on Pedro's cock with
greater passion. She heard him gasp. Then suddenly he pulled
back, and his pecker flipped free to bob springily up and down
before Cathy's glassy gaze.
"Lie down, baby!" Pedro husked. "Let me fuck you!"
Cathy slid to the floor and spread her legs. She tried not
to think about what she was doing. With Boyd it had seemed all
right, because he was the only one, but to give herself to another
guy, and an older one at that, made her a ...
No! she told herself. I won't even think it!
She let Pedro scramble atop her and ram his spit-slippery
cock all the way up her tight, thrilling channel. She gasped.
Pedro fucked her like a tiger, stroking fast from the very
start. His knob-ended cock drove hard and deep, rippling Cathy's
cunt-walls. She writhed and pushed against him, her feet pressing
against the floor. Her bottom shook above the shaggy carpet.
Pedro hung over her, propped on straight arms. His driving
thrusts rocked her body, making her full tits leap and jiggle.
Beth raised her mouth from Gabe's cock, needing air. Though
a bit dizzy, she nevertheless could see her sister with her legs
spread on the rug, getting screwed for dear life. Beth was
frightened.
"I won't do that!" the young girl said, pointing at Cathy.
"You don't have to, baby," said Gary, stroking her short
bobbed hair. "Just suck us off like you did before. Finish Gabe
first, then do me."
The dark-haired man dived between her thighs, happy to lick
and suck her baby cunt while Gabe thrust his cock back into her
mouth. Beth pumped her lips up and down on the good-tasting,
long, stiff rod.
Time seemed to stand still as the whole room throbbed with
passion. Soft moans and the slurping sloshing sounds of wet flesh
against flesh were all that could be heard.
Pedro's prick pumped super-fast in Cathy's clasping cunt.
She flopped her head from side to side, her blonde hair streaming
across the green carpet. Pedro twisted his head and caught a
dancing nipple in his mouth. He sucked and tugged at the rigid
protrusion, stretching Cathy's vibrating tit.
Beth sucked Gabe's cock with eager, tongue-lapping strokes.
She had really gotten the hang of it by that time, and she enjoyed
it very much--especially when Gary's tongue was doing such wild
things to her between the legs. He pushed in and out of her tight
slit, licking up and down. He tickled her clitty until she wanted
to scream. But how could she holler when her mouth was full of
cock?
The only sounds she made were, "Ghaaagh ... glaahhb ...
glaaaaahhh."
Gabe's shaft quivered between her stroking lips. His glans
ballooned against her tongue. Suddenly he lurched, groaning--the
only sound Beth had ever heard him utter--and his prick expelled a
gushing torrent of warm, thick cream.
Beth gulped it down, the convulsive motions of her jaws
compressing his cock and causing it to spurt more. She swallowed
rapidly, enjoying the feel of the gooey semen gliding down her
throat. It didn't have much taste, but there was a strong musky
scent that filled her nostrils.
She raised her head and let Gabe's softening organ slip away.
Gary quickly stood in front of her, and she bent forward. He
glided back his foreskin, releasing a gush of heady fragrance from
his humid organ.
"Lick it first," he told Beth as her mouth came close.
She stuck out her pink tongue and licked the man's moist
cockhead. His organ twitched with excitement as the little girl's
tongue stroked it. Finally she had to grasp his shaft to hold it
steady, because the knob kept bobbing away from her mouth.
She pursed her lips around the tip of Gary's prick, then
gradually widened the O and let his entire cockhead glide into her
warm, damp cove. Her mouth was barely large enough to accommodate
the widest part of his glans as it slipped in, and her lips were
still stretched considerably to encompass his shaft. This gave a
thrilling sensation to the man, who was not used to such a tight
mouth around his cock. But a greater thrill yet was to look down
at Beth's little-girlish face as she eagerly sucked the sweet
prick he had given her.
Cathy got a glimpse of that as she flopped her head Beth's
way, and she couldn't understand how her baby sister had gotten so
sexy when she didn't even have hair on her cunt. But it was
Cathy's own cunt which claimed her principal attention, along with
the rigid cock which was stroking rapidly in it. Her thrills
mounted until finally all the tension within her burst and she
vibrated wildly around Pedro's bobbing prick. Her cunt clutched
him hotly, seeming to trap his bulging cockhead deep within her.
He jerked, letting go, and his liquid warmth spurted into the pit
of her vagina.
When Cathy sat up, her brain still lazily spinning, she
watched her little sister rapidly pump her mouth up and down on
Gary's rod. He let out a growl, and Cathy saw him twitch. She
knew Beth was taking his hot spurts into her mouth and throat.
Some of the white stuff oozed out between Beth's lips and Gary's
shaft to trickle down the little girl's chin. Cathy watched her
sister's throat work, gobbling most of the semen down.
Gary backed away, his cock withdrawing from Beth's mouth with
a soggy pop! Her lips were wet. Whiteness could be seen between
them, on her tongue, as she turned Cathy's way. She swallowed
again.
The full reality of all that had happened struck Cathy, and
she leaped up, titties bobbing.
"Come on!" she shrieked at Beth.
The younger girl was ready to leave by that time, and she got
up to put on her swimsuit. Cathy snatched the two pieces of her
bikini off the floor.
"Come see us again, girls!" Pedro said, and laughed.
"That's right," Gary echoed. "Any time."
Cathy struggled into her bikini, first covering her bottom
and golden mons, then her bulging breasts. She said nothing. Her
face was rosy, and her hair was falling over her cheeks.
She was angry with the men but even angrier with herself for
behaving like a slut. And as for Beth--that brat was to blame for
it all!
But Cathy had to admit that Beth wasn't just a stupid kid any
longer. She had taught Cathy a thing or two when it came to sex.
They hurried out of the apartment with the men's laughter
ringing in their ears.
Chapter 5
The girls said little to each other as they rode home on the
bus. Cathy kept sneaking glances at Beth. The older girl still
had difficulty believing that her baby sister had done what she
had seen her doing--sucking the cocks of two men and swallowing
their cum.
For that matter, Cathy had difficulty believing she had
sucked Pedro's cock.
Cocksucking was dirty. Only sluts and whores did it Cathy
had thought. But she had done it and had found it not bad. She
had liked even better Pedro's licking of her pussy, which was
something Boyd had never tried. He was going to have to get with
it!
Beth was serene. She had enjoyed herself without letting the
men hurt her. And how could she have done wrong when everything
had felt so good? Her parents, Cathy, everybody fooled around, so
who were they to tell her not to?
The girls' parents planned to go out again that evening, this
time not for drinking and fun but to some dull affair that had to
do with their father's work. He and their mother were moaning
about having to go.
"You girls aren't going to get into mischief while we're gone
now, are you?" Marcella asked, as she clipped on an earring.
"Mother, how could we get into mischief at home alone?" Cathy
responded innocently.
"You are going to be alone, then?"
"Of course."
Marcella smiled proudly. "You're such good girls! What with
all that's going on in the world--the dope and wild sex and all--
your father and I are fortunate to have such nice daughters."
Cathy smirked.
Beth turned away. Her mother's nicey-nice attitude was just
too much.
As soon as the grown-ups had left, Cathy told Beth, "I hope
you aren't going to bug me tonight. Boyd's coming over."
"When did you set that up?" Beth wanted to know.
"He called this afternoon. He was pissed off because I left
the beach without saying anything to him."
"I'm sure you're not worried about your baby sister stealing
your boyfriend," Beth said.
"I just don't want you around," Cathy responded. "So stay up
in your room, huh? Play some records or something. Better yet--
go to bed early."
"You can't tell me where to go or what to do," Beth said
firmly.
Cathy glared at her. "You know something? You're just
getting too big for your pants all of a sudden!"
"You're mad because I can act as grown-up as you do," Beth
retorted. "But I'll go to my room ... for awhile."
Cathy gazed after her apprehensively as she trotted up the
stairs.
In a few minutes the doorbell rang, and Cathy hurried to
answer it. Boyd stood outside, dressed in slacks and a t-shirt.
Cathy let him in quickly.
She no sooner had closed the door before he pulled her into
his arms. They kissed warmly, their tongues stroking. Cathy
could feel Boyd's cock stir against her.
He broke the kiss before his rod fully rose.
"So, what happened with your kid sister at the beach today
that made you two leave so quickly?" he asked. "And who was that
guy you were talking to?"
"He was just a friend of our parents," Cathy lied. "Then I
remembered something I had to do at home."
The tall, bronzed lifeguard grinned. "Well, you won't be
able to get away from me tonight. I've got no ocean to keep my
eyes on. I can just look at you."
Cathy took his hand and led him to the sofa. "Want a Coke or
something?"
"I just want you," Boyd said.
They sank to the couch, and he took her into his arms. He
drew Cathy toward him so that she was sitting on the side of one
hip. As they kissed, he placed his hand on her bare leg just
above the knee. It was a simple matter for him to push her skirt
up as he caressed her smooth thigh, then to gain access to her
panty-clad bottom. He stroked the plump cheeks of her ass,
wobbling them in her silky briefs.
Cathy heated up fast. She was never slow to respond, but
after the sensuous time she'd spent in Gary's apartment, she was
more receptive than usual. She had learned a few things that she
was anxious to try out with Boyd.
But it was going to be up to him to make the first move. He
had been neglecting a very important part of lovemaking, she had
learned today.
Cathy's tongue tickled Boyd's darting into his mouth, then
withdrawing. He shoved his tongue between her lips, and she
sucked on it. He squirmed and glided his hand up across the front
of her dress. He clutched a bulging breast, thrilled to discover
that Cathy was braless. He pinched a stiffening nipple through
her dress.
She was licking along Boyd's lips, using her tongue more than
usual. What had happened earlier in the day had caused her to
think more about lips and tongues.
Boyd lay back on the couch and pulled her forward on top of
him. She could feel his hard cock sticking up in his clothes. He
drew down the zipper on the back of her dress and brushed the
garment off her shoulders. She propped herself on her arms,
smiling down at him, and let her dress fall away. Her titties
hung bare and beautiful, their pink nipples rigid with excitement.
Boyd cupped her tits in his hands. Grinning pleasurably, he
bounced and wiggled the responsive globes, which were elongated by
her posture. He milked at her nipples.
Cathy crawled higher on him, dropping a titty to his lips.
Boyd caught the stiff nipple and sucked on it. Cathy rubbed her
belly against him while wiggling her tit in his mouth.
Boyd's hands glided down her back and discovered that her
crawling had caused her skirt to creep back over her bottom. He
flipped the skirt up once again and filled both hands with the
sumptuous curves that stretched her light panties. His fingertips
tickled her ass-crack through her briefs. He stroked and patted
her bottom, enjoying the way it jiggled in her silk panties.
All the while, his cock throbbed. It was painfully
constricted between their bodies, imprisoned by his clothes.
Cathy wanted to let his cock out. She wanted to play a lot
with that stiff, exciting thing this evening. But first, Boyd was
going to have to do something very nice for her.
She crawled farther forward until the front of her pink
panties was right above his face.
"Hey, what's this?" he asked playfully, and clutched her ass,
pulling her against his mouth.
As he kissed her through the front of her briefs, Cathy
thrilled. But he was kissing just below her belly button, not
where it would do her the most good. She tried to wiggle higher
yet.
"Just what are you up to?" he asked, grasping her silken
sheathed hips and holding her above him.
"Kiss me there!" Cathy blurted. "Kiss me all over!"
"You're getting some pretty wild ideas," Boyd said, still
holding her away from his face. He seemed embarrassed.
Cathy swung off him and stood next to the sofa, right by his
face. She held her skirt wantonly up around her waist. "Take off
my panties," she said.
"With pleasure," Boyd replied, and swung around to sit
straddling her legs. He ran his hands up the back of her bare
thighs and onto her panties. He hefted her lusciously curved
buttocks and rubbed them against each other. His fingers crept up
to hook around the elastic at the top of her pants.
Cathy's excitement mounted as he slowly pulled her pink
panties down. The clump of golden fluff on her mons appeared.
Boyd pulled her panties lower, and he got a teasing view of her
slit through the curly hairs. Her panties clung between her
thighs causing them to turn inside out as Boyd hauled the top of
them farther down. Cathy moved her legs a little way apart, and
the pants skidded down past her knees. She lifted one leg, then
the other, and let Boyd take her panties off.
He had been ogling her wiggly slit through this process,
glimpsing more of it when she raised each thigh. He tossed her
panties away.
Cathy moved very close to him. She took hold of his blond,
bushy head and pushed it down, smacking his mouth against her bare
belly.
Boyd licked around, between her belly button and her fluff.
He held her asscheeks in his hands. His fingertips crept into her
warm, satiny crack, tickling her in an exciting way as he wiggled
her buttocks. Cathy pushed down on his head, causing his mouth to
skid into the curls at the top of her pussy.
He quickly sat up.
"What's the matter?" Cathy asked.
"Nothing." Boyd was embarrassed again. "I was just kissing
kind of low there."
"Not too low for me," Cathy said.
Boyd's embarrassment turned to anger. "What do you expect--
that I'm gonna kiss your cunt?"
Color flared in Cathy's cheeks, and she backed up. While she
was forming a caustic reply in her mind, a younger feminine voice
spoke from the doorway:
"I'll bet I can get Boyd to kiss me down there," Beth said
boldly and stepped forward, stark naked.
Cathy was aghast. "Get back to your room this minute!" she
exclaimed.
Beth dismissed the order with, "What do you think you're
talking to, some kid?"
Smiling at Boyd, she knelt in front of him. His eyes all but
popped from his face as he took in her sleek twelve-year-old body
with its mere nubbins for breasts and no hair at all. He gazed
down at the cute little bump between her thighs and the top of her
very tight slit, barely visible.
As Cathy stared, shocked to the quick by her baby sister's
bold intrusion, Beth leaned forward and unzipped Boyd's slacks.
Her childish hand dipped into his fly and brought out a prick
which was long and stiff, and pink-headed. The slit at the tip of
his cock was wet.
"Heyyyyy, wow!" Boyd exclaimed.
"BETH!" Cathy shrieked, and stamped her foot, causing her
titties to bounce up and down.
Smiling faintly with a confidence beyond her years, Beth bent
forward and stuck out her little tongue. She fluttered the dainty
pink organ against the tip of Boyd's upthrust prick.
"AAAHHHHHRGH!" he groaned pleasurably, for this was the first
time he had ever had his cock licked. His super-stiff pecker
twitched in wild excitement.
Beth caught the tip of his glans between her soft lips and
glided them over the rosy crown, widening her little mouth until
it was stretched to the maximum as the fattest part of Boyd's
organ popped inside. She clasped her lips snugly in the groove
just behind his cockhead.
"Ooooh, Jesus!" Boyd husked, grasping the head of the young
girl.
Cathy was still staring at the incredible scene, not knowing
what to do. Beth had just taken over, seeming to steal Cathy's
boyfriend completely. All his attention was wrapped up in her as
she ardently sucked his cock, gliding her lips up and down on his
shaft, which her saliva had turned slippery.
Cathy watched her baby sister's throat work as she drank down
the bland fluid which oozed from the tip of Boyd's aroused prick.
He was caressing her short, girlish hairdo. One hand glided down
her front to twiddle her baby-pink tits.
"NO!" Cathy cried, and rushed forward. Grasping her sister
fiercely, she pulled her away from Boyd's lap, causing his prick
to flip out of her mouth and bob quiveringly, sticking up toward
the ceiling.
Doing the only thing she could do to win back the young man's
full attention, Cathy dropped to her knees where Beth had been.
She grasped his bristling cock and pointed it toward her pink
lips. She glided her mouth down over his slick glans.
"AAAHGH!" Boyd rasped, and his hips lurched, driving his
prick deeper into Cathy's warm, wet mouth.
She began to suck him fiercely, gliding her encircling lips
up and down on his spit-slick rod. Now it was Beth's turn to
watch while Boyd stared down at Cathy's bobbing head, enjoying the
wonderful thrills she was giving him as her soft, clasping lips
skidded repeatedly across the sensitive ridge of his corona. She
went her baby sister one better by reaching into his pants and
bringing out his balls. She played with those blond-fuzzed
baubles as she pumped her mouth on his prick.
Beth decided she could still fulfill the prediction she had
made when she had entered the room. She jumped up and stood on
the sofa. Boyd turned his head to stare at her as she edged along
the cushions and straddled his lap. This placed her cute,
hairless pussy right in front of his face.
Boyd grasped her around the bottom, finding its cheeks
smaller and firmer that Cathy's. When he didn't pull her toward
his face right away, Beth just shoved her hips forward, bracing
herself on the wall behind the sofa. Her smooth little cunt
smacked against Boyd's mouth.
What else could he do but kiss it? Intent though Cathy was
upon the sucking of Boyd's cock, she nevertheless became aware of
someone above her. Releasing her boyfriend's prick and looking
up, she found herself staring into the V of Beth's thighs where
Boyd was doing with her what he had refused to do with Cathy: His
lips had wrapped themselves almost wholly around her baby sister's
pouty little cunt, as if he were going to chew it up and swallow
it.
Beth was grinding her pussy between Boyd's lips. His tongue
was tickling her slit. Thrills raced through her. She grasped
Boyd's head and ruffled his thick blond hair.
Infuriated, Cathy scrambled to her feet. She looped an arm
around Beth's waist and yanked the precocious girl off the sofa.
She took Beth's place, as she earlier had done on the floor.
Boyd was so worked up by that time, and his inhibitions had
been so weakened, that he grasped Cathy and pulled her to his
mouth. His tongue wiggled into her blonde nest, forcing the wet
lips of her pussy apart, and he began to lick wildly up and down
her clit.
Cathy forgave her baby sister everything as luscious thrills
powered through her. She didn't even care that Beth was kneeling
between Boyd's knees and had seized his cock in her mouth. She
was working the snug elastic circle of her lips up and down, up
and down, on his bone-hard, quivering organ.
The little girl was so excited that she needed only a squirt
from Boyd's hot prick to bring her satisfaction. She sucked him
wildly, trying to make him shoot as soon as possible.
This produced an unplanned benefit for her sister, because
Boyd licked Cathy's cunt all the wilder. His tongue plunged deep
into her steamy swamp of flesh, as he breathed in its musky
fragrance, even enjoying her twat's tangy taste. He poked his
tongue into Cathy's cunt-hole and lapped upward across her
quivering clit. He slurped her flowing juices. She placed her
palms over his ears and shot her fingers through his hair,
massaging his scalp.
Boyd was bouncing his ass on the sofa as Beth's stripping
lips all but pulled his cock out by its roots. His balls churned
heatedly. He twisted Cathy's ass for dear life, smearing her
feast of cunt-flesh against his mouth as he licked and slurped and
tongue-fucked her, all at the same time. She quivered and
squealed. Boyd blubbered into her wet meat. Beth glugged around
her mouthful of big, juicy cock.
Suddenly, as if a dam had burst to inundate the entire room,
an orgasmic wave swept the three lovers as they clutched one
another. Cathy's honey flowed onto Boyd's tongue, trickling down
his throat, while his lust spurted into Beth's sucking mouth. She
gulped it eagerly, setting off a trembling climax within herself.
Cathy hugged Boyd to her belly. His mouth had thrilled her
even more intensely than Pedro's had done.
Beth was blissfully satisfied as she licked Boyd's cock up
and down, finally letting it flop away, turning soft. It seemed
that all she needed to feel perfect was a shot of warm, thick man-
cream into her mouth and throat.
She saw no reason to ever let herself be fucked.
Chapter 6
The sun was rising in a cloudless sky when the girls arrived
at the beach the next day. They spread their blanket on the sand
and stretched out.
Cathy lay on her belly and loosened the tie of her bikini
top. Her back formed an undulating plane from her golden hair to
the top of her red polka-dotted bikini pants. At that point the
plane rose and divided into hemispherical buttocks which were not
quite completely covered by the skimpy cloth. Each time Cathy
moved, those tempting rondures quivered. She lay on the rubbery,
rounded pillows of her breasts, and when she raised herself a bit
those pillows elongated, wholly revealed except for their bristled
tips.
Beth lay on her back, looking away from the sun, which hadn't
yet reached the noon position. She daydreamed about the fun she'd
been having and looked forward to more of the same.
If it had been up to her, she would have made immediately for
Gary's apartment. But Cathy didn't want to do that.
"Let them chase us," she said, wiser in the girl-and-boy game
than her sister.
She also had been thinking about Boyd and had chosen a spot
on the beach midway between the lifeguard's tower, where Boyd
perched, and the white, two-story house where Gary lived.
Play them off against one another, she thought, including
Gary's friends in the picture.
Boyd had glanced in the girl's direction and had waved,
showing them that he recognized them. But he hadn't left his
tower to walk over. He wasn't supposed to do that while he was on
duty.
Cathy expected to get him over before the day was much older-
-that is, if Gary or any of his friends showed up.
Beth was hoping someone would appear soon. She hadn't
brought her dolls to the beach that day, and it was dull just
lying under the sun and listening to the lapping sea.
After awhile, hairy legs approached the girl's blanket and
stopped.
"Why didn't you come to the apartment?" Gary asked, grinning
down.
"We don't chase guys," Cathy replied indifferently.
"I wanted to come," Beth said.
"I'll bet you did," Gary murmured, squatting beside her and
running his fingertips along one of her slender thighs.
Pleasant tingles scampered over the young girl's skin.
Pedro appeared and squatted next to Cathy.
"Where's your other friend?" Beth asked Gary, glancing about.
"Oh, Gabe? He's bashful. He stayed back at the apartment."
"Is there something the matter with him?" Beth asked. "I
mean he never talks."
"He's mute. Outside of that, he's okay. Didn't you think
so?"
"I like him very much," Beth said.
Gary stretched out beside her. Pedro dropped onto the
blanket between the two girls. Both men seemed more interested in
Beth than in Cathy.
The older girl became vexed. Glancing quickly around, to
make sure no one else was near, she sat up, letting the bikini top
fall away.
The sight of her luscious tits sticking out, bare and
beautiful, distracted Pedro's attention from Beth.
When it came to breasts, Beth offered no competition, Cathy
thought. However, Gary continued to look at the younger girl and
caress her, ignoring her big sister completely.
Pedro reached out, wrapped a brown hand around one of Cathy's
thrusting tits and squeezed, causing the pink nipple to jut
further forward than before. He brought his mouth to the enticing
crest and began taking slow, gliding sucks. He let the nipple pop
out of his mouth each time, so that he could see it gleaming wet
and rosy in the sun before he recaptured it.
Lazy thrills spread through Cathy, enhancing the sun's
warmth. She began to get moist between her legs.
She drew her well-sucked titty away from Pedro and fed him
the other one. He licked and sucked at it, palming and rolling
its damp twin.
Gary had dropped his head to Beth's thighs and was licking
along them, giving her much pleasure. She wished he would remove
her bathing suit, right there in the open.
Cathy cast a glance at the lifeguard tower while Pedro played
with her tits. Sure enough--Boyd was staring in their direction,
having momentarily abandoned his sea-watching duty. But he hadn't
come down from his perch.
It will do him good to have some competition, Cathy thought.
What she meant was, it would do her good. Or so she hoped.
She didn't notice that her baby sister had begun boldly
caressing the front of Gary's swim-trunks while he licked and
stroked her sleek, tingly form. Cathy didn't want things to go
too far on the open beach.
Nature being what it was, however, and her baby sister being
naive and virtually free of inhibitions, the situation quickly got
out of hand. When Beth pushed Gary's trunks down, exposing the
rigid stalk of his penis, he immediately pushed her head down to
it. The twelve-year-old eagerly started sucking cock, in full
view of the world.
Abashed, Cathy glanced about. The world, except for the four
persons on the blanket, was at a safe distance away, she
concluded. She didn't think about the fact that many persons
owned binoculars--even telescopes, in some of the houses along the
beach. Boyd had a pair of binoculars at the top of his tower.
Pedro, after getting a glimpse of Beth going down on Gary,
pulled the tie on the remaining half of Cathy's bikini set. She
clutched at the sliding fabric as Pedro tugged it. But he was too
strong for her, and she found herself clutching a handful of hair
and her fatty little mons.
"Are you crazy?" she asked. "We can't do this out here!"
"The shit we can't!" Pedro said. "Huh, Gary?"
"Man, I won't make this little witch stop," Gary replied
passionately, indicating Beth who was bobbing her head on his
cock.
Pedro attempted to scramble on top of Cathy. She quickly
rolled over and tried to crawl away. The effort at escape proved
futile, for all Pedro had to do was push against the small of her
back and flatten the nude girl on the blanket.
Not flatten, exactly. Nothing about Cathy was flat.
Especially not her bottom.
Pedro gazed at the lush rondures of pale, satiny flesh which
quivered as Cathy struggled against his arm that held her down.
He passed his free hand across the vibrating half-moons, finding
them firm but springy--just the way a girl's ass should be.
Pedro spanked one of her buttocks, making a sharp, erotic
sound. The buttock shook. Cathy yelped from the sting.
The naked man spanked her other ass-cheek, and watched the
gelatinous flesh jump. He spanked both buttocks at the same time,
getting double the thrill and response.
Beth was so engrossed in sucking Gary's cock that she wasn't
aware of what Pedro was doing to her sister. Though Gary could
see them, his attention was centered in the warm, moist lips of
the twelve-year-old which glided snugly up and down across the
super-sensitive ridge of his cock.
This left Cathy entirely at Pedro's mercy. He swung around
and knelt astride her legs. This kept her from getting away, and
he had her beautiful bottom right in front of him, to do with as
he willed.
First he bracketed her plump ass-cheeks in his hands,
extending his fingers upward along their flanks and his thumbs
along the creases beneath her buttocks. He rolled the rubbery
mounds against each other, watching the crack between them wiggle.
Cathy felt humiliated to have her bottom played with like
that, especially out in the open, though the foursome on the
blanket still had that part of the beach to themselves. She
couldn't get away from Pedro, nor even strike at him from her
belly-down position.
The aroused Latin jiggled his thumbs against the meaty lower
portions of Cathy's ass-cheeks. This caused her fleshy mounds to
quiver rhythmically, and it opened and closed her crack just
enough to let her tight little asshole wink into view.
Cathy's humiliation increased.
Pedro quit jiggling her ass and merely patted it, making her
buttocks shiver against his stroking hand. His cock was poking
hard against the interior of his swim-trunks.
He bowed his head and began to lick Cathy's buttocks.
Oh, my goodness, what's he doing to me? she thought. He
could fuck me or make me suck his cock. Why is he fooling around
BACK THERE?
His licking of her bottom embarrassed her, but it stimulated
her at the same time. She was getting all warm and woozy. Soon
he began to wiggle her bottom against the man's face, which caused
his gliding tongue to skid very close to her ass-crack.
Pedro was heady with excitement. The sixteen-year-old's ass
had turned him on strongly. Casting all inhibitions aside, he
thrust his moist tongue into the wiggly crack between her
buttocks.
Cathy gasped as she felt the man lick her asshole.
Nasty, nasty! she thought. But she loved it.
She tilted her ass upward and spread her knees so that her
crack opened wider. She thrust her hot asshole against the man's
swabbing tongue.
Pedro quivered all over as he licked the adorable dimple
between the girl's satiny buttocks. The little puckers that
radiated from the tight slit tickled his tongue. Cathy's warm
buttocks vibrated against his cheeks. He let his saliva drool
against her anus, then with his tongue he pushed the moisture into
the tiny crevice.
Oh, is he going to ...? Cathy wondered wildly.
"Wow!" she exclaimed when he did it, pushing his wet tongue
right up her asshole.
Her circular muscle relaxed voluptuously to let his tongue
glide through. It felt wonderful, even though her anal ring was
stretched as he forced his tongue deeper and deeper. His mouth
moisture softened and slackened her tissues. She had never felt
so loose!
Pedro pulled his tongue from her ass and lifted his head.
Crouching behind the beautiful girl, he pushed down his swim-
trunks and let his cock leap free. Someone was walking up the
beach toward them, but Pedro wasn't about to let anything
interfere with what he intended to do. Clutching his cock, he
guided it into the crack of Cathy's ass.
She realized what was going to happen only when Pedro began
to push his prick against her moistened nest of puckers. By then
it was too late to stop him.
All Cathy could do was to raise her head and holler as his
cock forced her asshole wide open and started gliding in. It felt
as if a red-hot log were being rammed up her butt. The pain eased
somewhat after Pedro's bulging glans popped into her channel and
her sphincter contracted around the stem of his cock. Grinding
and pushing, he sank his hot cock deeper and deeper into the
girl's virgin asshole.
Her hollering caused Beth to raise her head from Gary's
prick, and she stared at Pedro's shaft sticking into Cathy the
wrong way. The twelve-year-old was shocked.
That must hurt even worse that a regular fucking! she
thought. It sure doesn't pay for a girl to let a man get his
thing between her legs at all!
Beth went back to sucking Gary's prick with a vengeance. She
wanted to keep him so interested in her mouth that he wouldn't
even think of fucking.
Cathy's eyes had misted with a sudden gush of tears when
Pedro painfully jammed his cock up her ass. But now that the pain
was easing and her tight rectum was adjusting itself to the
monstrous foreign bulk, she was able to see again.
What she saw appalled her:
Approaching on the beach, not twenty yards away by that time,
was a bare-chested man in walking shorts. He had gray hair and
was squinting against the sun's glare at what was happening on the
blanket. He looked as if he had difficulty believing his eyes.
It was impossible to tell whether he was more shocked by the
sight of a young girl, not yet at the age of puberty, pumping her
mouth up and down on the cock of a thirty-year-old man ... or by
the picture of a teenaged blonde spread out frog-like, getting her
ass fucked by a swarthy Latin.
The passerby hesitated, obviously torn between just standing
and watching, doing something to stop the shocking display, or
going on with his walk as if he had seen nothing. Cathy stared at
him through wide eyes as Pedro pumped his prick in and out of her
clasping anus, driving fire deep into her guts. Pedro glared at
the gray-haired man. Gary insolently grinned at him as Beth just
kept bobbing her head, oblivious to the fact that she was being
observed.
Finally the beach-roamer walked on, finding the going more
difficult with an iron bar in his shorts.
He was not the only one to observe the shocking spectacle on
the blanket. Boyd had lifted his binoculars and trained them on
the young girls and their adult boyfriends. His prick stuck up
like a spike as the glasses revealed in stunning detail the
buggery and fellatio being committed on the beach over which he
had jurisdiction. Worse than that, his girlfriend and her baby
sister were involved. This filled Boyd with anger, and he wanted
to intervene. But two husky older men would be more than a match
for him, he feared, and anyway it didn't look as if Cathy or Beth
wanted help. They seemed to be getting everything they wanted,
without his assistance.
By that time, Cathy was grinding her ass pleasurably around
the pumping prick that stretched her anus. Beth had let Gary's
cock escape from her mouth and was darting her moist little tongue
up and down it.
"Come on--get out of your swimsuit and sit on my face!" he
husked.
Beth was quick to comply, because that sounded like a great
new thrill. As she peeled her suit away, Gary thrilled once again
to the sight of her little-girlish body, without so much as a wisp
of hair and with such barely budding breasts as to be scarcely
noticeable. Her tiny, velvet pussy was the cutest he had ever
seen.
He guided her to straddle his head, facing his loins from
which his cock towered. She immediately clutched the big, tasty
bone and stuck it back into her mouth while settling her sweet
crotch over Gary's face. He held her trim buttocks between his
hands and licked her precious little cunt. His prick throbbed
delightedly in her mouth.
"Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" Cathy cried as Pedro drove his hard
dick up her ass. His belly patted against her buttocks. His
balls swung against her cunt.
It was wild getting fucked the wrong way, Cathy decided. She
wasn't yet sure if she really liked it, because the pressure
remained intense. But it certainly was a thrill. Without her
pussy having been penetrated, she felt herself approaching a
climax.
Pedro fucked her upflung butt harder. His prick fairly flew
in and out of her tight, rippling asshole. His balls bunched up.
His eyes rolled back. He clutched Cathy's ass as he pumped his
prick into it.
Beth's tight mouth was bobbing just as fast on Gary's cock.
His tongue was briskly stroking her pussy, drawing precious
droplets of honey. He was tickling her tiny clit, making it
throb.
A burst of sweet sensation shook Beth, and she champed hard
on Gary's cock. He groaned, spurting upward into her mouth. She
gobbled at his semen, but some of it escaped her, dribbling down
his shaft.
Pedro's prick twitched deep in Cathy's ass, and he let loose
a torrent of gushing lust which warmed her bowels and set her to
trembling. The orgasm spread until her entire body was consumed
by quaking frenzy. Even her pussy spasmed, with no prick inside
it. Her hard clit tingled.
She fell utterly limp on the blanket, Pedro's cock still
sticking deep between her buttocks.
Cooing softly, Beth licked the spilled cream from the sides
of Gary's prick. Finally she pursed her soft lips around the tip
of his organ and sucked up the final drop or two of his precious
fluid.
High on his tower, Boyd was stroking his prick in his trunks,
holding his binoculars in the other hand and watching the tableau
on the blanket. If anyone had called for help in the ocean, they
would have been out of luck.
Chapter 7
"Cathy, how does it feel when a guy sticks his cock into
you?" Beth asked her older sister that night.
"It feels super!" Cathy said. "That's why you've got a hole
down there between your legs, silly."
Cathy was stretched out, belly down, on her bed, and the
younger girl was standing beside it. Beth had just entered the
room.
"I don't have a hole between my legs," Beth said. "Not
really. I mean, the hole hasn't been opened yet."
"Well, a prick will take care of that. But you're pretty
young for it."
"I'm afraid to let a guy fuck me," Beth said.
"Well, just keep fooling around with them like you're been
doing--sucking their cocks and letting them lick you between the
legs--and pretty soon you'll find yourself spread out with a guy's
dick ramming at that baby slit of yours. Then you'll be fucked
whether you like it or not."
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"It hurt the first time," Cathy admitted. "But that was over
soon enough, and then it just felt good. I thinks pricks are the
best things in the world!"
"How about this afternoon," Beth inquired, "when Pedro stuck
his prick up your asshole? How did that feel?"
"Oooooh, wow!" Cathy exclaimed. "It hurt like hell for
awhile."
"But then did you like it?"
"Yeah, I got to digging it pretty good."
"Would you let him do it again?"
"I probably couldn't stop him," Cathy said with an excited
little shudder.
"Guys are real fierce sometimes," her baby sister observed.
"They kind of scare me. Even Daddy ..." She stopped, realizing
she had let something slip.
"Daddy what?" Cathy asked, pushing up onto her elbows and
looking at Beth intently.
"Nothing." The twelve-year-old turned away.
Cathy bounded to her feet. "No. I want you to tell me.
What did Daddy do?"
"I shouldn't tell."
"Did Daddy get funny with you?"
Beth blinked at her older sister. "No, of course not."
"Then what were you going to say?"
"Oh, I suppose it's all right to tell you. The other night I
sneaked downstairs after Mommy and Daddy came home late. They'd
been drinking. I watched while they were fooling around."
"You didn't!" Cathy was shocked.
"Well, what harm did it do? Anyway, they shouldn't have been
making out right in the living room."
"What did you see?" Cathy's eyes were aglow with interest.
"I watched Daddy take Mommy's clothes off," Beth said. "And
then she took out his stiff prick. He's got skin right down to
the end of it, like Gary."
"For goodness sake!" exclaimed Cathy. "Well ... go on!"
"Then Daddy got down and started kissing Mommy between the
legs. She really dug it!"
Cathy grinned. "I guess so! Then what?"
"Daddy tried to get Mommy to suck his thing. But she
wouldn't. So he got mad. He got kind of rough with her."
"What did he do?"
"He pushed Mommy onto her stomach, across an arm of the sofa,
and he fucked her from in back, the way Pedro fucked you today,"
Beth said. "But not up her asshole. Just in the regular place."
"Wow," Cathy exclaimed. "You watched all that?"
"Sure. That's what made me so afraid of getting fucked. It
looked so fierce, as if it would really hurt a girl."
"Was Mother complaining?"
Beth giggled. "Gosh, no! She grooved on it."
"Well, there you are," Cathy said with a shrug. "I like it,
too. So will you, as soon as you get over the first hurt. Of
course, I'm not going to tell you to let a guy do it. Mother
would kill me."
"If I did let a guy," Beth asked slowly, "do you think I
might have a baby?"
"You're probably too young," Cathy said. "But to be on the
safe side, you might start taking birth control pills like I do."
"I still don't think I want to let a guy do it to me," Beth
remarked.
"Well, you will sooner or later. And like I said, if you
keep sucking their cocks and letting them fool around with you,
it's going to happen, sure as the sun comes up in the morning."
"Who do you think I should let fuck me first?" Beth asked,
looking at her big sister earnestly.
"Jesus, I told you I can't give you any go-ahead. You're
awfully young."
"I'm old enough, I'll bet!" Beth declared. She always
resented it when she was told she couldn't do something her big
sister did, just because she was younger.
"Well, if you let a guy screw you, you're on your own! Don't
go sniveling to Mother or Dad that it was my fault--understand?"
"Ooh shit, Cathy!" Beth said. "You've got nothing to do with
it."
"Great! See that you remember that."
"What if I let Boyd fuck me?" Beth suggested. "Would you
mind?"
"I certainly would!" Cathy retorted vehemently. "He's my
boyfriend!"
"Well, you've been screwin' around with Pedro, and he's one
of my friends."
"He's a full-grown man, for cripe's sake!"
"So what? He's still a friend of mine."
"Then let him be the one, if you're dead set on letting it
happen."
"I'm afraid of him," Beth said. "He's pretty rough."
"How about Gary?"
"Well ... maybe. He's nice. But I think Gabe would be
gentler."
"You mean, that weird one that can't talk?"
"He isn't weird!" Beth maintained. "He's sweet. Anyway, I
feel kind of sorry for him."
"So you're going to give him your sweet little cherry? Well,
lots of luck!"
"Ooh, Cathy, you're no help!" Beth turned toward the door.
"That's right," Cathy said. "I don't want to help you lose
your virginity at the age of twelve. That's too fucking young!"
Beth stomped from the room and slammed the door behind her.
Too young ... too young! That's all she had heard, since as long
ago as she could remember. She was too young for this, too young
for that. Maybe she would just show Cathy and everyone that she
wasn't too young to get fucked, if she wanted to let it happen.
Her curiosity was driving her in that direction, even though
she feared it.
Maybe if Gabe was real gentle with her, she thought, it
wouldn't hurt so bad. And after the first time it would be fun,
according to Cathy.
Beth had a lot to think about that night.
* * *
The girls went to the beach again the next day. Beth had
located her mother's birth control pills that morning and had
taken one, so she felt secure as far as not having a baby was
concerned. All she had to worry about was the hurt.
And that was a big worry. Still strong in her mind were the
images of her mother, spread over the arm of the sofa, getting
rammed from the rear by Daddy ... and of Cathy getting it from
both front and rear by Pedro, who seemed like some kind of wild
animal when he fucked.
Beth wondered how she could ever take that.
But how could she go on without getting it, either, admitting
she was too young while the rest of the world screwed around?
When she and Cathy arrived at the beach, the older girl went
to see Boyd, feeling she had neglected him the day before. This
left Beth free to wander over to Gary's apartment. She had made
up her mind that if Gabe wasn't there, nothing special would
happen. If he was there, maybe ...
She rapped at the door.
Gary answered it and beamed when he saw her.
"Hey, it's my little princess. Come in."
"Are you alone?" Beth asked, hesitating. She was trying to
act very mature.
"Yeah, I am," Gary said. He wore slacks and a sport shirt.
"Well, maybe I'd better come back later." Beth turned to go.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Gary grabbed her arm. "You're not
afraid to be alone with me, are you?"
"Why should I be afraid?"
"That's right. Why should you? Well, what's the problem,
then? You like me, don't you, Beth?"
"Sure."
"Then come in."
Beth entered, and the man shut the door. She decided that
she would only have to suck him as she had done before. That was
fun, and he seemed to like it.
"Want a Coke or something?" he asked.
"No, thanks."
"You seem like a young lady with something very serious on
her mind," Gary observed.
Beth smiled. "Not really."
"Want to have fun?"
A little tingle went through the twelve-year-old. "Why not?"
"Then let's get out of our clothes."
That was quickly accomplished. Beth no longer had any
bashfulness. Gary admired her trim body, and his cock came right
up.
"You expect the other guys to come by later?" Beth asked,
trying to make it sound casual.
"Gabe probably will. Pedro's got a job."
"Oh."
"Hey, what's all this interest in the other fellows? I'm
here."
Gary paraded his stiff prick over to her, and Beth stared at
it, both admiring and fearing. Maybe she could let him fuck her,
she thought. But she would feel better about letting Gabe do it.
If he was going to stop by, why not wait?
Gary knelt on the floor in front of Beth and wrapped his
hands around her firm little buttocks. He began to kiss and lick
her pussy.
That felt very good.
How nice it would be, Beth thought, if there were nothing
more than just that sucking.
Gary's tongue stroked moistly along the quivery inner slopes
of her slender thighs, then back onto her puffy little slit--as
much as he could reach of it while she was standing--and finally
up to tickle her baby tits.
He rose and picked her up in his arms. "Let's do it the
right way today," he said, carrying her into the bedroom.
"Why do we have to go in here?" Beth asked, alarmed.
"Because we can be more comfortable on the bed," Gary
replied, placing her down on it. "And because today I want to
teach you all there is to know." His voice roughened slightly.
"I want to give you even more pleasure."
"What do you mean?" Beth asked as she lay on her back,
staring up at him.
He was kneeling beside her, running a hand along her sleek
body. "Today we're going to fuck," he said. "Doesn't that sound
exciting?"
A believer in thought transference would have concluded that
because Beth had had fucking on her mind, Gary had picked it up.
But a more logical explanation would have been that fucking was a
natural outgrowth of their relationship and was, in fact, long
overdue; and the circumstances that day were ideal for it, with
the two of them alone in the apartment.
"I don't want to fuck!" Beth exclaimed, and tried to sit up.
Gary held her down, gently but firmly. "It's the biggest
kick of all," he said, his voice husky. "Take my word, you'll dig
it."
"Ooh, Gary, just let me suck your cock!" Beth pleaded. "I
like that so much!"
She grasped his big prick and began to pump her hand on it,
rolling the foreskin up and down across the ridge of his glans.
Gary straightened on his knees and watched her small hand
stroke up and down around his thrusting column. It was an
exciting sight, and the feel was even better. He couldn't ask the
little girl to stop.
She sat up next to him, continuing to stroke his cock.
When she bowed her head and began licking the tip of his
pecker, Gary was had. His cock quivered happily against Beth's
stroking tongue. How could he ask for more when she was so eager
to do this?
The front door of the apartment opened and Beth sat up.
"Who's that?" Gary called, obviously annoyed that the cock-
licking had been interrupted.
Gabe ambled into the bedroom. Only swim trunks adorned his
lanky frame.
"Get back to it!" Gary told Beth, and tried to push her head
down.
She slid off the bed and walked over to Gabe. He smiled at
her.
In her little-girlish impetuosity, she didn't think about the
danger of frustrating Gary. She suddenly had made up her mind to
take the big step, and Gabe was the one she wanted to do it with.
She wanted to do it right then, while the urge was strong within
her. If she waited, she might chicken out.
"Would you like to fuck me?" she asked Gabe.
The tall, tow-headed mute was thrilled.
Gary was amazed, then angered. But he played it cool. He
watched, not saying a word, as Gabe grinned and shucked off his
trunks. Beth sank to the carpeted floor. Lying on her back, she
spread her legs wide open.
Gabe's prick was up by the time he landed on his knees. He
gazed with delight at Beth's hairless pussy, which was like a
little roll of velvet, tightly slitted.
"Be gentle," she murmured, as she stared at him through
limpid eyes.
He bent and began to lick her.
Gary burned. But Beth had made her choice, and he couldn't
forcibly toss Gabe aside. All he could do was to watch, with his
prick sticking up, and content himself with seconds perhaps. He
had wanted very much to take the little girl's cherry.
Gabe's moist tongue stroked her pussy, spreading a glaze of
saliva over the delicious morsel. His hands traveled over her
body, brushing her stiff nipples. Beth lifted her legs, because
it felt good to hold them up in the air, wide apart. But after
awhile this became tiring, and she rested them on Gabe's
shoulders.
His tongue was really getting to her by that time, gently
prying open the smooth petals of her baby cunt. His saliva
drooled inside, mixing with her own natural juices. Her pussy
tingled. If she had ever felt like getting fucked, it was then.
Gabe's tongue tickled her hot little clit and stroked the
very small mouth of her vagina. He ran the tip of his oral organ
around that slick orifice, softening and moistening the gateway to
paradise. Very carefully, the sensitive young man thrust his
tongue into the opening, so that the channel spread just a bit.
Beth thought she had an inkling of what it would feel like
when his cock came thrusting in--and it was good. A rush of
voluptuous sensation convinced her that she wanted to be
penetrated, and as quickly as possible.
She began to stir restlessly against Gabe's cautious oral
explorations.
Gary watched all this, wishing he were in the mute's place.
His frustration and bitterness increased. He didn't blame Beth--
what did she know? Gabe was the one at fault, Gary felt, for
taking over his girl in his bedroom. After all, hadn't he brought
Beth to the apartment the first time? Hadn't he carefully guided
her along to this moment of culmination, only to have the supreme
thrill snatched from him by Gabe?
Somehow he would find a way to get back at that son of a
bitch, he vowed.
Gabe raised his head and crawled forward to spread his rangy
body over the slender form of the little girl. This was Beth's
first time to be mounted, and her fear rose. She felt helpless.
Suddenly she wondered if she wanted to go through with the fucking
after all.
But she realized that it was too late to back out. Gabe's
prick was poking at her tender little cunt, trying to find the way
into it.
Beth was afraid to breathe. She lay perfectly still. Her
heart pounded.
Gabe's tentative pokes at her pussy became more demanding as
his lust increased. He wiggled his rod against her softest part.
He pushed.
Beth felt her tender flesh being spread by his thrust. What
was pushing into her was much bulkier than a tongue. Her pussy
lips were forced so wide apart that they felt as if they might
snap from the strain.
Then suddenly there was a sharp hurt as Gabe's prick pushed
against the delicate membrane which guarded Beth's inner passage.
She held her breath and shut her eyes. She had to bite her lips
to keep from crying.
The pain increased as Gabe pushed harder.
Oh, why did I let him do this? Beth thought.
She heard him grunt. There came the strongest pressure yet
... the greatest hurt ... and then the inward pressure stopped and
Beth felt the man's bulk gliding fully into her, creating a new
and pleasurable pressure in the walls of her vagina and around its
mouth.
Gabe stopped, pushed up onto his arms, and looked down at
her. There was warmth and tenderness in his eyes. He smiled, and
Beth smiled back at him through her tears.
She knew everything was going to be all right.
Everything was WONDERFUL!
Gabe gently stroked his long, stiff cock in and out of Beth's
marvelously tight little cunt, and she thrilled as never before in
her life. She was being fucked, and she loved it!
The man's gliding hardness thrilled every nerve-end in her
cuntal walls. His log stroked the red-hot tip of her clitty. Her
sensitive pussy-lips worked the length of his cock, feeling
lusciously stretched. There was nothing like having a big, hard
prick pumping inside her.
To Gabe, the thrill was supreme. He had never screwed such a
tight, hot pussy. What made it even more wonderful was to look
down at the little girl's innocent face gazing up at him, her eyes
wide, her pink lips parted.
Gabe had to hold himself under strict control to keep from
fucking her hard and fast. But he didn't want to hurt her.
Beth was beyond fear. Gabe's prick felt better and better
with every stroke. She began to move her hips a bit, responding
to an instinctive urge.
This stimulated Gabe to move faster. He was careful still
not to push his entire prick into her, however. That wasn't
necessary to give him total satisfaction.
As his stroking increased in tempo, Beth felt herself
approaching a plateau of pleasure that she had never reached
before. She clutched Gabe's back. She instinctively wrapped her
slender legs around him. She fucked back as Gabe fucked her.
Her brain swam. Her senses rioted.
Gabe's eyes rolled back as he neared a climax. He pumped his
prick briskly in the snug, elastic channel of the virgin twelve-
year-old. Suddenly he growled, and his lust leaped from his
churning balls, steaming through the tube of his penis, exploding
with hot spurts into the little girl's clasping cunny.
Beth cried out. Her body lurched. Warm vibrations swept
through her, turning her brain light. She clung to Gabe and
thrilled as never before, her slender little form quivering
against him, as she took his jetting heat into the pit of her
belly.
Supreme bliss followed her tumultuous climax. Every cell in
her body was gloriously relaxed and at peace with all creation.
She hardly felt it when Gabe pulled his cock out of her. She
lay still, her cheek pressed against the carpet, breathing deeply.
No wonder Cathy dug it.
Fucking was the greatest thing in the world!
Chapter 8
Beth immediately got a chance to confirm her first
impression, for Gary came swarming over her as soon as Gabe backed
away.
Her second lover wasn't as careful or as considerate as the
first had been. But that didn't matter, because Beth was open and
eager. Her small, slippery pussy clutched the man's thrusting
cock, and he felt as if he were caught in a velvet vice.
Though thrilled, he remained bitter over his loss to Gabe of
the supreme pleasure of first penetration. He expressed his
bitterness, at the moment, by driving his hard cock briskly into
Beth from the very start.
She didn't mind. In fact, she enjoyed his vigorous
onslaught. She squirmed, grinding her hairless pussy around the
thick rod that penetrated it. Gary's pubes scratched her. His
dangling balls brushed her crotch.
The man drove deeper into the tight cunt than Gabe had gone.
This gave Beth momentary discomfort. But in the marvelous way of
nature, the little girl's channel expanded to accommodate the full
thrust of the man's cock. There was not an iota of space to
spare, however. The fit was like the snuggest of greased gloves.
Gary braced himself on his arms and looked down at Beth's
angelic face as he stroked his cock in and out of her. She worked
with him, knowing naturally just how to move in order to give them
both the greatest pleasure. Her little bottom wiggled above the
floor as Gary pumped into her slippery, clutching flesh. Her tiny
tits gave just the slightest quiver.
Each gliding thrust of the man's prick gave Beth new delight.
The driving force of his hips, which she had feared after watching
her father fuck her mother and Pedro fuck Cathy, turned out to be
the biggest part of the thrill. It was great to be driven into,
to be rocked by a man's power.
Beth moaned as she pushed against Gary's strokes. The horny
ridge of his cock sent voluptuous waves rolling up and down her
vagina. The lips of her pussy seemed to gobble at his shaft,
gliding hungrily to the base of his column, giving it up, then
greedily ingesting it again.
Her smooth thighs were steeped at either side of the man's
hairy body as she pushed her feet against the floor, lifting her
hips and thrusting her pussy on the greased rod that fucked it.
Her clit was rubbed delightfully by every stroke of Gary's cock.
It was in that tiny finger of flesh that Beth's hottest sensations
were centered.
She felt herself rising to her second climax of the
afternoon. Her moans turned into anxious little squeals. She
moved her slippery channel faster on Gary's rod, impelling him to
speed up until he was fucking her without the slightest restraint,
driving his stiff prick into her with all the power and
concentration at his command.
Beth grooved on the luscious thrills that mounted to a
trembling orgasm. Gary's vigorous spurts were like gasoline on a
bonfire, causing it to flare, and the added heat radiated through
Beth. By the time her tumult subsided, and she felt Gary growing
limp inside her, she was deeply satisfied and at perfect ease.
Gary withdrew from her and got up. He elbowed past Gabe,
still angry with his erstwhile friend for taking Beth's cherry
away from him.
Beth didn't feel like getting up and putting on her swimsuit.
But she thought she ought to, since Cathy might be looking for
her. Though Beth had matured a great deal in the last few days,
she was still a child and didn't feel altogether secure on her
own.
* * *
Cathy had been having her own problems.
When she had arrived at the foot of the lifeguard tower and
called for Boyd, he had glanced down and said nothing. Cathy was
surprised.
"Well, aren't you going to come down and be friendly?" she
asked.
"It looked to me yesterday like you had some other friends
you liked pretty well."
"Oh, that!" Cathy said. "I didn't mean for that to happen."
"Well, you sure as hell didn't stop it!"
"Come on, Boyd," she coaxed. "Don't be a drag."
"I'm busy," he said. "I've got to keep watching the water."
Cathy was infuriated. She turned and stomped across the
sand, her breasts and buttocks jiggling in her skimpy bikini.
When she reached the spot where she and Beth customarily
sunbathed, she spread out her blanket and lay on it.
Her baby sister was nowhere to be seen, and Cathy thought she
knew where Beth was. She also had a suspicion what Beth was
doing.
"Damn!" the sixteen-year-old said to herself. "While that
brat is getting laid by those guys in the apartment, I'm all
alone."
Her baby sister had turned the tables on her, and Cathy
didn't like it at all.
She tried to calm herself and soak up some sun. But she kept
thinking about male hands wandering over her responsive flesh--
stroking her soft thighs, tweaking at her nipples. She thought of
stiff pricks and all the luscious ways to have fun with them.
She could practically feel the big, round knob of a cock in
her mouth, its shaft stretching her lips as she sucked. She
imagined the thrust of a prick in first one of her lower holes and
then the other. It would be good, she thought, to get fucked
while she was sucking.
That could easily happen in Gary's apartment, Cathy realized,
because three guys usually hung out there. Cathy could enjoy two
at once and still leave one of the studs for Beth.
The blonde teenager glanced at the lifeguard tower, hoping
that Boyd might be looking her way. But he wasn't. It was as if
he didn't give a shit about her any more.
Well, he could go straight to hell, Cathy thought.
Finally she got up and folded her blanket. She headed for
Gary's apartment.
Her rap at the door was answered promptly. Gary stood there
buck-naked, his penis hanging down. Cathy noticed that it was
damp and quite rosy, indicating that it might have just been used.
The foreskin was rolled up off its head.
Gary smiled. "Come in, baby."
Cathy entered, glancing around. Seeing that the bedroom door
was open, she stepped over to it.
Beth lay stretched out on the bedroom floor, naked. Gary's
blond-haired buddy, who couldn't talk, was standing and smoking a
cigarette, naked also.
"So you did it--huh, Beth?" Cathy asked her baby sister.
"Yes, I did!" Beth said defiantly, sitting up.
"And what do you think?"
"It was great!" Beth beamed happily.
"There's some left for you, baby," Gary said to the older
girl.
She glanced at his slack cock and replied caustically, "It
doesn't look like it from here."
"What goes down will come up," Gary said, "especially if a
wild chick like you goes down on it."
"I thought you preferred little girls," Cathy chided.
Gary reached around her back and untied the top of her
bikini. He drew the strip of cloth away, baring her beautiful
breasts.
"Big or little--what do I care?" he said with a touch of
bitterness. "As long as they've got mouths and cunts."
"And tits?" Cathy asked daringly while Gary ogled hers.
"And tits!" he replied, filling his hands with the smooth,
pliant orbs.
Cathy just stood and let him wiggle and squeeze her titties
while warm sensations radiated through her. Her pussy turned damp
against the crotch strip of her bikini.
Looking down she noticed that Gary's cock, although used just
a short while ago, had fattened out and was curving forward, as if
it was thinking of standing up. She decided to help it.
She sank to her knees in front of the hairy-legged man.
"That's the way, baby!" he crooned, caressing her blonde
hair. "Give Daddy a nice big kiss."
Cathy lifted his cock and looked at it. The fact that it had
just been in her baby sister troubled her slightly--but not enough
to make her change her plans. She stuck out her pink tongue and
began to lick the bobbling, meaty glans. Gary groaned with
pleasure.
Cathy's tongue reported a strong sexy tang, and her nostrils
dilated from the musky aroma that filled them. Excited as she
was, these sensory impressions served as stimuli to drive her on.
Her moist tongue worked more ardently over the head of Gary's
prick, which swelled. She felt his stalk stiffening in her grasp.
Her tongue tip danced in the groove just behind his corona,
then scurried along his stem. She licked his dangling, hairy
balls.
His cock stuck up hard, right alongside her nose, and she got
her richest whiff yet of it. Her brain turned light and giddy.
She backed up a bit, let Gary's prick stand of its own
accord, pointing out and upward, and she capped her warm, wet
mouth down over its rosy crown. She shut her eyes and sucked
pleasurably, drinking down her sex-flavored saliva.
Her swallowing motions compressed Gary's glans between her
tongue and palate. Her soft lips worked fishlike around his rigid
stalk. He began to stroke forward and back, fucking her mouth.
Beth had been watching what was going on. So had Gabe, but
he was a bit bashful about approaching the twelve-year-old whose
virginity he had taken only minutes before.
She smiled at him. "Come here," she said sweetly.
Gabe put out his cigarette and crossed the room to her, his
cock still hanging down but not swinging as loosely as it had a
little while ago.
Beth signaled for him to lie down on the floor beside her.
He did so, and she snuggled into his crotch. She began lazily
licking at his penis.
The man sighed heavily. His cock stiffened. Beth let her
tongue skid down its side and concentrate on his soft, wobbly
nuts, licking them all over, even licked underneath them.
Gabe was very sensitive there, and his hips jerked, causing
Beth's moist tongue to skid to his asshole. She licked that
puckery little dimple.
By this time, Cathy was moaning against her mouthful of big,
juicy cock. Gary's balls had pulled up into a knob. He was
gritting his teeth to hang on, because the thrills he got from her
gliding lips and lapping tongue were intense. He was afraid he
might not be able to hang on long enough to fuck the blonde
sixteen-year-old.
Cathy had a similar fear, and she let his cock spring free
from her mouth.
"Fuck me!" she demanded, and stretched out on the floor. She
wiggled out of the bottom of her bikini, exposing her golden fluff
that adorned the plushy outer lips of her cunt.
Gary dived between her legs, holding her thighs wide apart
and pushing them backward. The hair-lined lips of her pussy
parted just enough to reveal a slice of moist pinkness.
Gary dug his thumbs into the meat and spread its folds. All
of Cathy's intimate beauty was exposed to him. He bent closer and
extended his tongue.
Cathy thrilled as he licked her hot pussy up and down. His
tongue stroked the head of her clit, making it tingle and swell.
He licked her dainty piss-vent and circled the inner mouth of her
twat. His tongue dipped into that honey-hole. He lapped up the
girl's flowing nectar.
"Who needs Boyd?' she thought as the older man loved her
passionately.
Meanwhile Beth was taking slow, gentle sucks at the tip of
Gabe's thrusting cock. He watched and thrilled as the young
girl's soft lips compressed, gliding off the end of his cock as if
she were eating an ice-cream cone. She kept recapturing his glans
in her mouth, eating it over and over again.
Gabe's balls churned with excitement. He was breathing hard.
Gary swabbed his wet tongue deeply into Cathy's crotch,
licking the meaty curves of her buttocks and plastering her hairs
against the sides of her slit as his tongue stroked up and down.
He caught the top of her pussy in his mouth and lapped briskly at
the hooded nub of sensitive flesh which was her clitoris.
"FUCK MEEEE!" she cried. "OOOH SHIT! FUCK ME NOWWWWWW!"
Gary clambered up over her, his big cock waggling as it stuck
out and upward. Pushing her thighs way back and wide apart, he
leaned against them as his prick found its own way into the girl's
very wet and open snatch. He drove down and forward, sinking his
entire lengthy rod into her warm, receptive flesh.
"OOOOOH!" Cathy moaned.
Still leaning against the backs of her thighs so that she was
bent into a veritable pretzel, her cunt aiming up, Gary fucked her
with long, deep-reaching strokes that tickled the entrance to her
womb.
Cathy's full tits joggled with each snapping thrust of Gary's
cock. She tossed her head from side to side, causing her blonde
hair to whip across her face.
Suddenly Gary let go of her legs and ran his arms underneath
her. He rolled, their loins remaining linked, and Cathy ended up
on top of him.
Thrilling to this new position of power and control the
aroused girl hammered her hips, fucking her slippery cunt on the
long rod that stuck up inside it. Leaning on straight arms, she
let her tits dangle and shake before Gary's eyes.
He basketed the beauties in his hands and jiggled them up and
down on his palms, enjoying the way her stiff nipples tickled him.
He wiggled her satiny tits together. He milked down on the stiff
pink nipples.
Cathy's wild ass worked like a grinder, her narrow cunt
twisting around Gary's cock as she clutched and stroked the bone-
like column. He slid his hands down her smooth back and grasped
her wiggling ass-cheeks. He wiggled them even harder, his
fingertips tickling Cathy's crack.
Beth saw what was going on across the room, and she got an
urge to try the same thing with Gabe. She sprang astride him.
Looking up, he thrilled as the young girl positioned herself over
his towering skinny cock, then let her cunt down onto it, taking
the spear all the way up inside her warm little body. Beth
screwed happily, grinding her lithe hips and working them up and
down. Sighting down across his chest and belly, Gabe watched his
cock being claimed by her dainty, hairless cunt, then released,
her little cunt-lips turning outward as they glided toward the end
of his shaft, only to fold inward once more as she settled down on
top of him again.
The clutching tightness of her pussy was a marvelous thrill
in itself. The snug fit of Gabe's cock thrilled Beth, also. With
every stroke of her pussy up and down on his rod, his cock-ridge
rippled her cuntal walls. She leaned farther forward so that her
clitty pressed his iron-hard column while she pumped.
Both sisters were having the time of their young lives,
fucking the virile men from on top. It was like riding the most
exciting merry-go-round in the world, their horses bobbing up and
down, up and down. But instead of sitting on the saddles of their
mounts, they were bouncing on the saddle-horns! Their little
pussies thrilled to the deep, rhythmic penetrations of the men's
long cocks.
Cathy was missing one thing that she had wished for, however.
She had been denied the opportunity of sucking and getting fucked
at the same time. If only Beth weren't monopolizing Gabe, she
thought, or if Pedro were to talk in ...
But Beth wasn't about to give up the skinny, stiff dick she
was screwing, and Pedro didn't arrive. Cathy had to make do with
what she had--which was one, big, long bone sticking up in her
squishy center, which she could grind on and stroke on and enjoy
to her heart's content.
That wasn't bad.
The men had greater-than-usual endurance at that time,
because Beth had depleted both of them earlier. But the
stimulation which the girls provided, by kneeling astride them and
riding their pricks, got their balls to bubbling quickly.
Cathy helped Gary along by dangling her titties above his
face, dropping first one nipple, then the other, into his eager
mouth, and tugging them away after he'd gotten a few quick sucks.
She shook her titties to and fro, across his nose.
Beth couldn't do things like that with her tits, because they
were little more than bee-stings. This, in itself, provided a
thrill for Gabe as he gazed up at her pre-pubescent body while
feeling her tiny cunt wring his cock.
Soon the men's hips were flopping up and down on the floor
with dizzying speed, giving the girls a bucking ride which they
wouldn't soon forget.
Beth was the first to cum, flopping forward against Gabe's
chest and squealing as warm vibrations coursed through her. Gabe
felt the spastic contractions of her babyish cunt, and they
brought him along.
Cathy came moments later, sitting up and jerking her hips as
Gary's cock extended to its full length inside her. She felt that
column throb and the head expand deep in her belly. His warm
spurts filled her with gooey cream which drooled down his shaft
and dampened his balls.
Cathy kept writhing, shaking her tits, until her orgasm was
completely played out. Then she fell forward and kissed Gary
moistly on the lips.
He had enjoyed himself, but this had been just an ordinary
bout of sex. He still resented Gabe for not letting him to be the
one to take Beth's virginity. Little girls turned him on the
most, and he'd never met one who was as sweet and naturally sexy
as that charming twelve-year-old.
Cathy dismounted Gary, his now limp penis slithering down out
of her and falling against his belly with a wet slap, and went to
the bathroom to clean up.
Beth rolled off Gabe, coming to rest on her back.
What a wonderful day it had been, she thought. She had
conquered her fear of fucking, and she felt really grown-up for
the first time.
No one could ever look down on her again, she confidently
believed. And she had a whole lifetime of pleasure to look
forward to--fucking and sucking until she was sixty years old or
even older.
But that was too far in the future to think about. Anyway,
why dream about what was to come? The present was perfect, just
as it was.
Chapter 9
Cathy was surprised that evening when Boyd came to call,
bringing flowers.
Her parents abandoned the living room, leaving the young
people alone. Beth went up to her room, no longer feeling that
she had anything to prove, as far as her big sister was concerned.
But as the evening grew late and she heard her parents go to
bed, she wondered what Boyd and Cathy were doing and wished she
could get in on the fun.
Up to that point nothing had happened in the living room
except some mild kissing and petting, because Cathy had been
afraid her mother or father might walk in. But now that they had
retired, and everything seemed safe, she let Boyd get bolder.
He was quick to unbutton her blouse, already having
discovered that she wore no bra. He reached between the edges of
her open garment and grasped a bulging, satiny breast which he
brought out.
"Gosh, baby, you've sure got the prettiest tits!" he said.
"You must see a lot of tits on the beach," Cathy replied,
angling for further compliments.
"None as good as yours," Boyd declared, squeezing her exposed
booby and bending its projected nipple with his thumb.
"Why don't you take out the other one, too?" Cathy suggested.
Boyd undid the bottom of her blouse and slid the garment off
her shoulders. This exposed both chesty charms in all their pink-
nippled splendor.
Cathy slid onto Boyd's lap, letting her skirt drag backward
as she did so. This placed her panties right against his legs.
Her skirt was so high that her creamy thighs were exposed nearly
to their tops. And nicer yet, her tits jiggled to a stop right in
front of Boyd's face.
She turned slightly, dragging a stiff nipple along Boyd's
lips. He sucked her titty into his mouth.
Cathy shut her eyes and gently twisted her shoulders,
grinding her soft breast in Boyd's moist, sucking kiss. One of
his hands surrounded her other boob, squeezing it like a fruit
being tested for ripeness.
Thrills radiated through the responsive girl, heightened by
the pressure of Boyd's risen cock against the seat of her panties.
His mouth smeared from one titty to the other, first circling
the dry nipple with his tongue, then sucking it in. He pinched
and tugged at the wet tip of her other tit, using it like a little
handle to shake her full, wobbly breasts.
Cathy threw her head back, thrusting her tits more firmly
against Boyd's mouth and hand. She writhed on the prod of his
penis.
Boyd's hand glided down from her breast and stroked her bare
thighs. Cathy let those smooth, tapering columns glide well
apart, and Boyd was able to get all the way up between them. He
pinched and stroked her warm pussy through the silky fabric of her
pants.
He raised his mouth from her titty and looked down at what
his hand was doing. Cathy drew the edge of her skirt up, to
further enhance the view. They both watched his fingers squeezing
and rubbing the little bulge of her cunt through the pink nylon
that sheathed it.
"Oooh, that really turns me on!" Cathy breathed warmly.
"Me, too," Boyd replied, his cock throbbing against her lap.
"I know," Cathy giggled. "I can feel your prick."
"Why don't you let it out?" Boyd suggested. "I know what
you're thinking about," she teased. "You're hoping I'll suck it."
That remark made him throb against her bottom.
"Won't you?" Boyd asked with a grin.
"Maybe ... if you'll treat me real nice first."
"Bargaining with me, hm?" he said.
"How else can a girl get what she wants?"
"Stand up," Boyd directed, his voice turning a bit husky.
Cathy stood in front of him. She held her skirt up around
her waist, exposing her bikini-style panties and her cute belly
button.
Boyd leaned forward and licked the crinkly little cup. He
let his hands crawl around the nylon-sheathed globes of her ass
which he squeezed and rubbed against each other.
Cathy was getting very warm. In another minute or so, she
thought, she would forget about the bargain she had tried to make
and would get down and suck Boyd's big prick, without so much as a
please on his part.
But Boyd had ideas of his own. He slowly pulled Cathy's
pants down, exposing her golden bush and the slitted puff of flesh
beneath the curls. He dragged the clingy briefs along her legs,
and she stepped out of them. He tossed them aside.
She drew closer to him, wedging her legs between his knees as
he remained seated on the couch. He bent his head and resumed
licking her belly. She squirmed, enjoying the strokes of his
moist tongue around her navel and just above her golden fluff.
Daringly she turned, presenting her backside to him.
He gazed at the luscious rondures of her ass, which showed
the faint imprints of her panty elastics. He placed his hands at
the flanks of her buttocks and wiggled the plump cheeks against
each other. He bent his head once more, and Cathy thrilled as he
commenced licking her bottom.
His moist tongue glided over one rounded buttock and then the
other, at first avoiding the crack between them. But as Boyd
became more and more excited, he found himself licking across the
tight cleft.
Cathy bent slightly forward, pressing her bottom backward.
The crack between her buttocks opened just a bit, and Boyd's
tongue skidded into it.
What am I doing? he wondered in bewilderment as he licked up
and down Cathy's satiny crack.
She pressed her ass more firmly against his face and thrilled
when his wet tongue-tip tickled her asshole.
Quickly she turned and offered him her cunt. By spreading
her legs and leaning slightly backward, she made the entire
luscious peach available to him, and Boyd opened it with his
thumbs. His tongue dipped into the juicy feast, and he lapped up
Cathy's nectar. She squirmed, rubbing her wet pussy all over his
mouth and nose. He felt as if he were drowning in sweet, warm
girl-juice.
Her clitty stood up and tingled. The mouth of her vagina
throbbed.
She needed something more than just Boyd's tongue by that
time, and the first place she wanted that marvelous something was
in her mouth.
She dropped to her knees between Boyd's spread thighs and
quickly opened his pants. She brought out his towering prick.
"Oooh, baby ...!" he husked as she began sucking his cock.
Creeping down the stairs, Beth watched her big sister going
down on Boyd and took credit for it. When she had first told
Cathy how good it was to suck cock, the older girl had been
shocked by the idea. But Cathy found out Beth was right and had
turned into as eager a cocksucker as her baby sister.
Nude, Beth reached the bottom of the stairs and moved quietly
toward the sofa. Boyd had his eyes shut, concentrating an the
luscious thrill of Cathy's lips stripping at his bone-hard prick.
Cathy would scarcely have noticed a cannon going off just a few
feet behind her, because she was mesmerized by the big cock that
projected into her mouth, stretching her gliding lips and rubbing
against her tongue. She luxuriated in the sexy scent and taste of
Boyd's aroused penis. She had a hand inside his pants and was
fondling his warm, bobbly balls.
"Hi!" Beth exclaimed, and giggled.
Boyd opened his eyes and took in the twelve-year-old's
nudity.
Cathy just kept pumping her mouth on his prick and wiggling
his nuts in her hand.
"You can fuck me tonight if you want to, Boyd," Beth said,
proud to let him know she was as grown-up in all respects as her
sister.
Finally it got through to Cathy that her baby sister had
entered the room. She jerked her head off Boyd's cock and glared
at Beth.
"Get back to bed, God damn you!" Cathy railed.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Boyd said. "Don't fight over me,
girls. I'll be glad to take care of both of you."
The world just wasn't big enough for both Cathy and her baby
sister, it began to seem to the older girl. Just when she had
gotten things between Boyd and herself back to where she wanted
them, the brat was barging in, threatening to louse it all up.
"I'm not going to share you!" Cathy told Boyd, jumping to her
feet. He watched her titties bounce. "You've got to choose
between me and Beth."
The younger girl didn't wait for Boyd's painful decision, but
took immediate advantage of the opening Cathy had provided,
hopping astride his lap. He could scarcely have stopped her if he
had wanted to as she grasped his stiff prick and fitted the tip of
it into her slit. He just looked helplessly over her shoulder at
the infuriated Cathy. Then his blue eyes seemed to glaze as Beth
let her super-tight pussy down on his bristling cock. He was
clutched so snugly and warmly in her baby cunt that he could only
gasp.
Beth eagerly fucked him, grinding her vise around his
throbbing hardness.
Feeling that this was absolutely the last straw, Cathy turned
and ran crying from the room and up the stairs. Her titties
tossed. Her bare ass wiggled below her skirt, which she still
clutched around her middle. She ran into her room and threw
herself onto her bed.
Her finger had to substitute for Boyd's big prick--and a
skimpy substitute it was. She added a second finger to the job,
which increased the stimulation somewhat. But the diddling
offered only a pale imitation of Boyd's wild, luscious fucking.
Beth didn't have to settle for a substitute. She had the
real thing and was making good use of it. As Boyd circled his
hips and drove upward into her clutching quim, Beth bounced her
crotch astride his lap, thrilling to the thrusts of his rigid
dick.
She clutched him around the head, pulling his face against
her body. She liked to feel his tongue swab her budding nipples
while she screwed him.
Boyd was amazed by the young girl's development as a lover.
He was amazed, also, that he was having so much fun with her.
Cathy had tits and a nice, plump ass. She had hair around
her pussy, and was the right age for balling. Everything seemed
to favor her, while Beth was just a baby. But the spirit Beth was
showing as she worked her hot, tight pussy up and down on his cock
couldn't have been improved on by any other girl. The twelve-
year-old had a real feel for fucking, and that was what surprised
and excited Boyd the most.
He licked her tits while he rocked between her slender,
spread thighs. His cock had never felt so thoroughly caught by a
pussy before. It seemed as if Beth might wrench his rod out by
the roots as she swiveled and pumped on the upthrust projection.
The young girl was panting. She felt herself nearing a
wonderful release, like the kind she'd had with Gabe and Gary.
She fucked Boyd faster and faster, eagerly going for the prize.
His own excitement was at fever pitch, and he drove up into
Beth's bobbing pussy for all he was worth.
Orgasm gripped them both at the same time. As Boyd geysered
spurtingly into Beth's rippling cunt, warm flashes enveloped her,
sending pleasurable vibrations from her head to her toes. She
clung to Boyd, pressing his face to her virtually straight chest.
What she lacked down there, she more than made up for in her
extra-tight, contracting cunny, which seemed to milk Boyd's cock
of every drop of cum that his healthy young balls had produced.
It had been a fine evening, following a fine day.
Beth was very happy about it all.
The only bad thing was that Cathy had gotten mad at her. But
Beth felt sure her big sister would get over it. Anyway, she
didn't own Boyd. They were just friends. Hadn't Beth shared her
friends--Gary, Gabe and Pedro--with Cathy?
Sex hadn't become a possessive thing to Beth. She was still
too young for that. Balling was just a way to have fun--and the
more fun, she thought, the better ... for everybody.
Chapter 10
"You're not going to the beach today?" Beth asked her big
sister, as if she couldn't believe it.
"I have better things to do," Cathy sniffed. "But if you
want to go alone, I won't tell Mother or Dad. In fact, I think
you ought to. You can have a ball all by yourself with Boyd and
the rest of them."
"Maybe I will go alone," Beth said. "Why shouldn't I?"
She framed a story for her mother that she was going to spend
the day at a girlfriend's house, and she took the bus to the
beach. She felt more grown-up than ever.
She lay on a blanket on the sand, deciding she would let the
men come to her. Wasn't that the way big girls played it?
Beth didn't have to wait long before a familiar figure
sauntered over. It was Gabe. Beth gave him a smiling greeting.
The mute smiled back, which was the best he could do.
He stretched out beside her on the blanket, and soon they
were kissing. There were a few other sunbathers about, but they
were far enough away so as not to pose a problem. Beth let Gabe
take off her swimsuit,
The young girl felt free and happy to lie under the sun
without clothes on, and to be close to a man. That was the best
part.
Gabe's hands were making her skin tingle pleasurably. Her
pale-pink nipples stood up when he brushed them. Her little pussy
throbbed even before his caresses reached it.
When he began fondling the velvety puff of flesh, Beth's
passion rose to giddy heights. Gabe's fingertips parted her tight
slit, and she writhed. He inserted a finger into her narrow
channel and stroked it in and out across the hot tip of her clit.
By that time it made no difference to Beth that she was in a
public place. She felt too good to worry about anything ... and
she wanted to feel even better.
She leaned over Gabe and yanked down his swim-trunks. His
long cock whipped to and fro before locking into a pole-like
erection. The clear juice which had oozed from its tip spread
over his glans and glistened in the sunlight.
Beth grasped his cock to steady it and leaned closer. She
stuck out her little tongue and began licking the syrup from the
head of his prick.
People frolicked in the water not far away. Others lay or
sat on the sand, sunning themselves and chatting with friends. As
far as Beth was concerned, they didn't exist. They scarcely
existed for Gabe, either, because the thrills which the twelve-
year-old was giving him were so intense.
She licked the head of his pecker thoroughly, then fluttered
her tongue down the column until it reached his balls. She licked
the velvety sac with the nuts bobbling inside it.
The sun pleasantly warmed her as she bent over Gabe's
recumbent form. Gentle zephyrs from the ocean ruffled her short,
girlish bob.
Her tongue worked its way back up Gabe's cock until she
reached the rounded, rosy pinnacle. She settled her lips onto the
crest, gliding the snug, elastic circle down over the fattest part
of Gabe's glans. She locked her lips in the groove behind his
cockhead and sucked delightedly.
His bulbous glans throbbed against her tongue, and she liked
that. She also liked the way his shaft held her lips wide apart.
It felt even better when she began to stroke her lips up and down
on his column, feeling his hardness glide against the sensitive
nerve endings which encircled her small mouth.
If any of the nearby sunbathers saw what she was doing, they
didn't interfere. Perhaps they were just happy to be able to
watch.
Gabe was the happiest man in all creation to feel Beth's snug
lips stroking up and down on his rigid prick. He hoped she would
never stop.
But Beth wanted to do something even more exciting: she
wanted to feel his long, hard cock sticking up into her body, and
the simplest way to accomplish that was just to climb on top of
him.
The young girl abruptly did this, fitting Gabe's prick into
her small but eagerly receptive cunt. She glided her narrow,
greased channel fully down around his straining hardness. She
began to grind her hips and pump up and down, riding the man on
the sunny beach.
She noticed that the crowd had thickened near Gabe and her.
She didn't look at them. Let them do their thing, she thought,
and she would do hers.
Do it she did, with all the sweet young passion that welled
up within her. Her cunt was a marvelously tight, hot encirclement
which stroked up and down on Gabe's upthrust rod. He groaned and
pumped deeply into her.
She fucked him faster and harder.
Soon her lithe hips were flying up and down as she rode
righteously atop him. Gabe was bucking like a bronco.
Beth gasped. She squealed. She came just as the man spurted
joyously inside her, and they quivered together, his cock
twitching spastically in her tight sheath.
Beth lay forward against him. They kissed, and his hands
caressed her smooth back.
When his cock had softened inside her, Beth rolled off. Now
more concerned about their public location, she got back into her
swimsuit. Gabe pulled up his trunks.
"Come on," she said. "Let's take a dip in the ocean."
As she sprang to her feet, she saw Gary crossing the beach
toward her. He seemed agitated and in a hurry.
"So you're with this guy!" he snorted, glaring at Gabe.
"I like him," Beth said, and added with a smile, "But I like
you, too."
Gary was glancing about, as if looking for someone.
"My sister isn't here today," Beth said.
"So, what else is new?" Gary kept looking in the direction
from which he had just come.
"Uh, Gabe and I were going to take a swim," Beth said.
"Sounds like a good idea," Gary replied. "Let's go."
"Gabe, do you want to come with us?" Beth asked.
"Forget him!" Gary tugged at her arm, suddenly in a hurry to
take to the water.
His anxious gaze across the beach told Beth what was
troubling him. A police officer was approaching at a lope.
"You!" he yelled at Gary. "Just got here, did you?"
"Why?" Gary forced a grin. "Is anything wrong?"
"A blind man who runs a store over on the street was just
knocked unconscious and robbed."
"Well, I hope you don't suspect me," Gary said nervously.
"I've got no money on me."
"You could have stashed the loot and your weapon, too--in a
trash can or some place," the officer said, taking hold of Gary's
arm. "All we know is, the robber ran this way."
"I've been here for half an hour," Gabe blurted. "There's
the guy who just ran up." He pointed to Gabe.
The mute sat and stared as the officer looked him over. Gabe
made a pitiful effort to speak, producing only a nasal groan.
"My little niece saw him," Gary said. "Tell the officer,
Beth honey."
Beth liked Gary, as she had told him. But she couldn't lie
for him--certainly not to get Gabe into trouble. She was shocked
that Gary would try to pin the blame on Gabe for something Gabe
didn't do.
"That isn't true," Beth told the police officer. "And I'm
not this man's niece. He's the one who just got here."
"Okay, you're coming with me!" the officer said to Gary.
"We'll find somebody who saw you running from that blind man's
place."
He led Gary away, the latter still protesting.
Gabe smiled gratefully at Beth.
It must be awful, she thought, to have no voice to defend
yourself when you're accused of something.
"Race you to the water!" she said, and took off on a run.
Gabe followed.
They romped into the surf, taking the spray in their faces.
They ducked into the rolling waves. Gabe clutched her, and she
laughed as she bobbed to the surface.
He was rubbing his body against hers under water, and she
could feel a hardness in his trunks. Her hand dipped down and
stroked him.
Can people do it in the water? she wondered.
She decided to find out.
Gabe helped her work his trunks down, and it was a simple
matter for him to draw the crotch of her bathing suit aside. His
stiff prick parted the petals of her pussy, and his hardness
glided up inside her.
They fucked in the water as the waves crashed over and around
them. Beth clung to the tall man while he braced himself on the
bottom. Her legs and arms were wrapped about him, and her hips
pounded. His cock stroked briskly in her wet channel.
The sea's tumult added to their excitement, building to
primeval frenzy. When they came, together, it was as if they were
part of the crashing surf and in a sense, they were, because they
were all acting out the drama of nature.
Beth felt very close to Gabe, but she doubted if she would
ever see him again. With Gary arrested, Gabe wouldn't be coming
around to the apartment, and she didn't know where he lived.
She had wondered how Gary supported himself, and it seemed
that she had found out: He was a thief. Perhaps Gabe was one,
too, though he hadn't been guilty of the theft from the blind man.
It was just as well, Beth decided, for her not to see either
of them any more.
Though it had been an exciting and pleasurable day, she felt
a bit sad as she rode home.
Chapter 11
It was several nights later when some sounds from downstairs
awoke Beth. Her parents had been out that evening and evidently
had just arrived home.
Curiosity didn't impel Beth to crawl out of bed and creep
downstairs to spy on them this time. There was nothing left for
her to be curious about. She spied because she enjoyed sex--both
doing it and watching it--and since she saw nothing wrong about
it, there seemed no reason to deny herself the pleasure of peeping
at her parents.
They were drinking and laughing together as before. Her
father turned on some soft music, and they clung to each other,
swaying gently and barely moving their feet against the living
room rug.
His hands roamed up and down her mother's back. The child
sat high on the stairs, which permitted her to look down into the
room without being noticed.
"Don't dooooo that, Joe," her mother said, and giggled.
"Come on, Marcella," he replied. "You know you like to have
me pat your fanny."
"But it isn't nice." She kept swaying with him.
"Who cares what's nice, when we're in our own living room?"
Joe chided.
"I like to be nice at all times!" Marcella said, drunkenly
affecting an exaggerated dignity.
"Well, how nice would it be if I were to pull up your skirt
and pull down your panties?" Joe inquired.
"It would be awful!" cried Marcella. She laughed and
snuggled closer to him.
"I think I'll do it anyway," he said, and began slowly
elevating her skirt, like a curtain rising on stage.
Beth watched as the upper portions of her mother's thighs
came into view, tapering to luscious fullness above the tops of
her stockings. Dark garter straps pressed against the pale, soft
flesh and disappeared under the lacy edges of black panties.
"Nooooooh," Marcella breathed. But she didn't seek to
restrain Joe as he held her skirt and slip rumpled above her waist
with one hand while he patted her panty-clad bottom with the
other.
His hand glided to the elastic band at the top of her fancy
briefs and one finger curled around it. Joe began slowly pulling
his wife's panties down.
"Naughty!" she said, her voice thick from liquor, and twisted
away from him. Her skirt and slip dropped to conceal her ass and
thighs.
"After all these years, Marcella, you're still a tease!" Joe
complained, but not angrily.
"How about you--still trying to grab a cheap feel?" she
retorted. "And pulling down my pants while we're dancing--shame
on you!"
Beth wondered why they had to make such a fuss over balling.
Why couldn't they just get naked and do it?
They stopped dancing to pick up their drinks. Joe guided his
wife to the sofa.
"I suppose you're going to try to make me right here,"
Marcella said, "like you did last week."
"You liked it, didn't you?" Joe slipped his arm around her.
"As I recall you were kind of rough that time."
"Only because you wouldn't do something I wanted you to do."
"Now, Joe ...!" Marcella's tone was mildly threatening.
"I know," he said with a sigh, and his tone acquired a tinge
of bitterness as he added, "Nasty, nasty."
"You never used to be obsessed with that," Marcella said,
unwilling even to put the forbidden subject into words. "It must
be true about men that the older they get, the dirtier their minds
get."
"You don't seem to think it's dirty when I do certain things
with you," Joe retorted.
"Did I ever ask you to?" she shot back.
"Oh, Marcella, let's not fight." He kissed her.
Their embrace became more heated, and Joe took the glass from
her hand and set it down. He kissed her around the neck.
Marcella squirmed against him.
His hand glided down her front and along a thigh to the hem
of her skirt. He began slowly pushing her skirt and slip up
toward her lap. The entire length of her stockings was exposed
and the garters that cinched their tops. Joe pushed her skirt
along her garter straps, baring her full, bare thighs.
Their daughter watched with increasing interest. She leaned
forward, resting her chin in her hands, her elbows propped on her
knees.
Her daddy's hand played around her mother's panties. His
fingers worked their way between her soft thighs, forcing her legs
apart. He petted Marcella pussy through her clinging black
briefs.
Beth became more excited. She imagined that her daddy's hand
was touching her between the legs, toying with her baby cunt.
Marcella moaned softly and writhed with obvious pleasure as
Joe caressed her intimately. His other hand crept to her back and
lowered the zipper on her dress. He lay the garment forward,
baring the overloaded cups of her black, strapless bra.
The love play between them seemed to be going much as it had
the last time Beth had watched. She wondered whether it would
turn out the same way, with her mother refusing to suck her
daddy's cock, as she had refused before, and with him getting mad
and being rough with her.
Beth couldn't understand why her mother wouldn't do what her
daddy wanted. Sucking a cock was fun. Didn't her mommy know
that?
Joe unfastened Marcella's brassiere and took it away. Her
large breasts relaxed in luscious fullness. Joe took one in each
hand.
"Ooooh, bay-beeeeee," Marcella purred.
Joe rolled her titties against each other. He slapped them
together, and Beth could hear the fleshy sounds. He lifted one as
high as it would go and bent to lick the protruding, ruddy nipple
while he kept squeezing and wiggling the other on his other hand.
Marcella's hand moved to his lap.
Yes, it was going the same way as before, Beth noted. But
would it end the same?
She hoped not, for Daddy's sake--and for Mommy's sake, too.
It was funny, she thought, that she knew more about having fun
than her parents did, who had been married for years.
Joe slid his wife's dress down past her hips and off, her
half-slip going with it. This left her in panties, garters, and
stockings.
Joe bent to lick her soft upper thighs. He kissed closer and
closer to the lacy edge of her panties.
Marcella's hand moved to his lap again, but she only caressed
him through his trousers. She didn't unzip his fly, as she had
done the last time Beth had watched.
She must be afraid of Daddy's prick! the twelve-year-old
thought.
Joe stood in front of the couch. Watching his aroused wife,
who looked charmingly wanton with her tits bare and a lock of red
hair falling across her cheeks, he slowly removed his clothes.
She watched him, as well. She finished the liquor in the
glass, as if she felt she needed the courage that it offered.
When Joe lowered his shorts, his prick hung forward--not
soft, but not yet rigid.
Beth knew what would make her daddy stiff. Why didn't Mommy
do it? she wondered.
Joe lay his wife over onto the couch so that she was
stretched out, the full length of it. He knelt next to the couch
and began kissing up and down Marcella's body as if he were eating
a buffet lunch right off the serving table. He tugged at her
nipples while his hands wobbled her responsive breasts. He licked
along the top elastic of her panties, nudging the band down far
enough so that he could slip his tongue into her crinkled little
belly button.
His hand stroked her thighs, his fingers gliding underneath
her garter straps and snapping them gently against her smooth
flesh. He caressed up and down across the tops of her tightly
cinched stockings.
Marcella stirred beneath his caresses, obviously turning on
strongly. By the time Joe stretched the top elastic of her
panties downward, causing the garment to slide out from under her
bottom, she was more than ready for whatever he had in mind.
Joe lay her panties aside, and for a second time Beth, still
seated high on the stairs, got a view of her mother's dark, hairy
cunt. The girl was intensely fascinated, now that her parents'
lovemaking had reached an advanced stage. The only trouble with
it was, Beth thought, her father was doing everything while her
mother just lay there.
What's wrong with Mommy? she wondered.
Joe lifted his wife's near leg, hooking it over his shoulder
as he bent to the inviting feast between her thighs. He licked
her hairy cunt-lips, titillating his palate and his olfactory
sense. Gradually his insistent tongue wiggled into Marcella's
slit.
She gasped and tightened the curl of her leg around the back
of her husband's head as he licked up and down her slippery sexual
furrow. His tongue tantalizingly stroked her clit, then glided
lower on her slit to the mouth of her vagina.
Marcella writhed. She began using her hands to pull her
husband's head more firmly against her, to try to get him to fuck
her with his wet, wiggly tongue.
His nose was pressed against the top of her pussy as his
tongue sank into her clasping hole, which seemed to have been
greased with melted butter. He breathed in the rich scent of her
arousal. His tongue reported the special tang he liked.
He licked generously up and down her meaty cunt, spending
more time with her clit, then dipping into her hole again. He
clasped her clit between his lips and sucked on it.
Marcella hips lurched. She cried out.
Suddenly Joe sprang to his feet and mounted his wife--but in
a way he had never done before: He straddled her head while facing
her feet. As he bend into the humid V of her thighs, Marcella
stared up in alarm at his hairy balls and his stiffly extended
prick.
Joe lowered his crotch slightly so that his balls came to
rest astride Marcella's nose.
That was enough for her.
She began to push frantically against him, tossing her head
from side to side and making anguished sounds from behind closed
lips. She was trying desperately not to breathe, lest she catch a
further whiff of his nasty cock and balls.
Realizing that his ploy hadn't worked and wasn't going to,
Joe climbed off. He hadn't held out much hope for the success of
the maneuver, anyway, and therefore wasn't as angry as he had been
last time.
He mounted his wife between the thighs and directed his stiff
prick into her steamy swamp. His cock was swallowed by the ooze.
"That's it, baby," she purred, smiling now. "Fuck me nice."
Propped on straight arms above her, Joe began to stroke. He
couldn't help glaring down with disdain, because she had taken the
edge of his lust. Marcella shut her eyes and lay her cheek
against the cushion of the sofa. She concentrated on the deep-
reaching thrusts of her husband's prick and tried to forget about
what had preceded it--except for his wonderful licking of her,
which happened all too rarely and furnished the substance for
dreamy thoughts at odd moments during her days.
Joe fucked her hard and steadily, increasing the tempo of his
strokes. He lowered his torso against her balloon-like breasts,
riding those springy shock absorbers as he screwed her.
Marcella's breath came shorter and more labored. She worked
her warm, wet cunt around Joe's rapid thrusts. Her fleshy bottom
bobbed up and down against the couch cushion.
"Oooh, fuck me ... FUCK MEEEEE!" she moaned, not thinking
that her daughters upstairs might overhear.
Joe's stiff prick kept stropping the hot, tingling tip of her
clitty. The horny ridge of his cockhead sent waves up and down
her vagina. The end of his tool thudded deep into her belly,
driving against the neck of her womb.
Her whole being seemed to open. She quivered at the brink of
fulfillment. When Joe twitched inside her, sending his liquid
spurts shooting into the gateway of her uterus, she climaxed,
clutching him and moaning.
They quivered together as he emptied his lust into her. But
he was less than fully satisfied, because he hadn't gotten what he
had wanted most--what Marcella had always denied him.
Beth understood.
Poor Daddy! she thought as she got up and quietly made her
way back to bed. She wished she could do what her mother had
refused to do. She knew she could make her daddy feel very, very
good ...
Chapter 12
The next day was Saturday, and the family ate a leisurely
breakfast together.
"You know what I'd like to do?" Joe asked abruptly.
"What's that, dear?" Marcella inquired as she poured herself
a second cup of coffee.
"Go to the beach--all of us. Cathy and Beth have been going
so often, and having such fun, that I've gotten envious." He
smiled fondly at his daughters.
"Well, I had some shopping I wanted to do," their mother
replied. "But I suppose it can wait until next week."
"Sure!" Joe said enthusiastically. "Let's have a real family
outing."
Beth and Cathy hadn't said anything. Joe studied them.
"Well, you two are mighty quiet," he said. "Don't you feel
like going to the beach today?"
"I suppose so, Daddy," the older girl replied. The thought
of her parents accompanying her to the beach turned her off, but
she was afraid to say that, lest they think she had been up to
something she didn't want them to know about--which, of course,
was true.
"Beth?" Joe inquired, smiling at his younger daughter.
"I'd like it!" Beth said, and smiled back. She caught
herself wishing that only her daddy would go with her, leaving
Cathy and their mother behind.
"Then it's settled!" Joe said, getting up from the table.
"Let's get ready."
They drove in the family car, which made it possible for Joe
to select a more secluded spot than Beth and Cathy could reach by
bus. That was just as well, because on Saturday the main beach
was crowded.
The location which Joe chose was near a rocky point. He had
to park a little ways away, and the family followed a circuitous
path down to the ocean. The extra effort proved rewarding,
however. The Brewster's had the small beach completely to
themselves.
"This would be a good spot for skinny-dipping," Joe observed
as they began spreading out their blankets.
"Joe--what a thing to say in front of your daughters!"
Marcella scolded.
He chuckled. "Oh, I suppose the girls have thought of such
things, I did when I was a kid."
"Well, just so long as they never do them!" Marcella said.
Cathy had been quiet. The place her father had chosen seemed
to offer no fun at all. There were no boys around.
As soon as the family got settled, Cathy said, "I'm going to
do some exploring!" She started toward the rocks, hoping that she
might work her way around them to find a populated beach on the
other side.
"I'll go with you," her mother said, and stood up. "I don't
care to just lie here and get burned."
"Oooh, Mother!" Cathy replied with a tinge of disgust. But
there was no way she could stop her parent from tagging along.
Joe stretched out on a blanket, shutting his eyes against the
glare of the sun. Beth sat and watched him as her mother and big
sister walked away.
The young girl's eyes then centered on her father's trunks.
If I only had the nerve, she thought, to reach out and touch
him there. What fun we could have!
"Daddy," she said slowly.
"Yes, dear?" He didn't look at her.
"What you said a little while ago, about skinny-dipping--that
sounded like real fun."
Joe chuckled. "It sure would be!"
"There's nothing wrong about being in the nude, is there?"
"Of course not," Joe replied. "They have places where
families go to take their clothes off and be nude together. It's
very healthy, I understand."
Beth's excitement surged. "Then why can't we take our
swimsuits off right now?" she blurted. "There's nobody else here
to see us."
Joe sat up and stared at his daughter. "Do you really want
to?"
"I'd like it very much!" Beth smiled warmly at her father,
"I don't know," Joe said. "Your mother wouldn't approve.
And maybe it wouldn't be decent."
Beth hopped to her feet. "But you said families do it and
that it's a healthy thing. I feel like it, Daddy."
Before Joe could stop her, the twelve-year-old skinned out of
her swimsuit. He stared at her naked body for the first time
since she was a little child.
Joe felt a stirring in his loins. His daughter was so sweet
and innocent looking, with no hair at all between her legs and her
little breasts scarcely beginning to push out.
"Come on!" she coaxed smilingly. "Don't be a party poop,
Daddy! Take off your swimsuit, too."
Joe cast a quick glance around. He and his daughter were
still completely alone. Perhaps it would be good for the girl, he
thought, to see what a man's body looked like, in a situation like
this, which was clean and wholesome. How could it do any harm?
He was, after all, her father, and she was his little girl.
He stood and shucked down his trunks. Though he felt
strangely excited, his penis remained soft. How could it be
otherwise with his daughter, whom he wouldn't let himself
entertain carnal thoughts about?
Beth didn't seem shocked in the least as she gazed at his
cock and balls. This surprised Joe a bit. But it pleased him,
also. It showed what a healthy mind Beth had, he thought.
He grinned. "Want to race me to the water?"
"Why don't we just get some sun first?" Beth suggested.
"Okay," Joe said, and stretched out on a blanket. Beth sat
beside him, "It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" he added.
"It sure is!" Beth exclaimed, gazing delightedly at her
father's naked form.
She had become aroused, even if Joe hadn't. She had to do
something about it. This meant taking the most daring step she
had ever tried.
Her father might get angry and punish her, she thought.
Maybe he would never forgive her.
But on the other hand, maybe she could make him like what she
wanted to do so much that he wouldn't ask her to stop.
She had to take the chance.
She edged closer to her father's recumbent form. Joe's eyes
were shut, so he was unaware of Beth's extreme nearness. She bent
over him.
Now! she thought, and quickly grasped her father's soft
penis, holding it up. She capped her mouth around the hooded head
of it and sucked.
Joe's eyes popped open and he sat bolt upright.
"Beth!" he exclaimed, his voice made ragged by the thrill she
was giving him.
Her encircling small hand glided the foreskin down off the
head of his cock, and she sucked the bare knob, giving him an even
more intense sensation. Beth thrilled to the burst of strong, man
flavor she derived. She had come to love that! She thrilled
stronger as her father's cockhead swelled in her mouth. His shaft
stiffened in her grasp.
Oh, my God! Joe thought in alarm. I'm getting a hard-on with
my own daughter! And she's sucking me! Ooh, it's WONDERFUL!
He couldn't stop her. What she was doing felt too good. And
she obviously was enjoying it.
Joe lay back and writhed, trying not to think of what a
despicable act he was committing as his young daughter stroked her
small, tight mouth on his prick. His rod had thickened and
extended out to an iron-hard erection. His bulging glans stuffed
Beth's mouth. His shaft stretched her lips.
To Beth the act was not sinful at all. She simply loved it.
Now that her father hadn't stopped her, and had lain back to enjoy
her lovemaking, she gained greater courage. She knew that
everything was all right.
She stopped sucking him to raise her head and smile. "Do you
like that, Daddy?" she asked. "Does that make you feel good?"
"Oooh, my darling!" he husked. "It's heavenly!"
"I like it too, Daddy! I like it very much!"
She capped her mouth around the bulging knob of his penis
once more and resumed sucking as she slowly, steadily stroked her
lips up and down. Joe's glans traveled the length of her velvet
tongue, forging into the very tight opening of her throat. Still,
she didn't gag. Her lips crawled lower and lower on his shaft
until they were nearly touching his balls.
The sensation was the most magnificent Joe had ever received.
His thoughts of guilt dissolved in the wondrous excitement of his
young daughter's cocksucking. He writhed, his balls churning.
Beth let his prick escape from her mouth and stand up
alongside her nose as she licked along it. His cock twitched
ecstatically while her little pink tongue scurried to its base and
onto his bobbling nuts.
Beth seized one of her father's balls in her mouth and sucked
on it. She let that one go and sucked on the other.
She worked her tongue back up his quivering stalk and licked
its wet flower all over. She took little sucks from the tip of
his prick, drinking down the clear, viscous fluid he exuded.
"Ooh, Daddy ... Daddy ... I want to fuck you!" Beth cried as
she raised her head.
Joe had been reduced to such a trembling mass of protoplasm
that he couldn't resist her shocking desire. What was even more
shocking, he didn't want to, though to take his young daughter's
virginity would be a terrible thing!
He was amazed by the fact that Beth so quickly mounted him,
as if this was something she had done before. She didn't seem
frightened in the least.
Grasping her father's stiff prick to hold it straight up,
Beth positioned her smooth dainty crotch above it. Joe gazed at
her little slit which opened slightly, revealing the pastel
pinkness within. She was very wet and ready to receive him.
She let the tip of his pecker part her delicate folds.
Slowly lowering her body, she took in his widening cockhead until
the fattest part of it was lodged in her small cunt-mouth. So she
wasn't a virgin, Joe realized. She had done this before! Joe's
brain turned light from the extreme tightness. His daughter
lowered herself further, and his entire glans popped into her
slick cunt. He gasped in acute pleasure as the slippery heat of
her tight little cunny enveloped his sensitive knob. She was very
wet and ready to receive him.
With her hands on her knees, and a wicked grin on her face,
Beth squatted slowly on his rigid shaft. Joe watched in amazement
as she continued to lower herself smoothly and his fat knob
slipped smoothly up her hot buttered channel followed by inch
after inch of his horny shaft until she had his entire lengthy
prick within her and was sitting against his balls.
She wasn't a virgin, Joe realized. She had done this before!
Joe thrilled wildly, feeling less inhibited and less guilty
now that he knew he had not ruined his daughter. Did he dare to
enjoy her fully and freely?
He found that he had no choice, for her super-snug cunt gave
sheer ecstasy as it stroked up and down on his throbbing prick.
He had never had such a luscious fucking! He shut his eyes and
groaned with delight, running his hands blindly up and down his
daughter's smooth body, feeling her baby tits, so small yet
bristling with passion.
Beth circled her tight pussy on his prick by twisting her
hips from side to side as she pumped up and down. She rode him
with supreme pleasure, happy that they were balling beneath the
warm sun, in the fresh, tangy air from the ocean. She could hear
the waves crashing on the rocks not far away, and they were echoed
by the thudding of her heart.
"Ooh, my darling little girl!" Joe exclaimed, rocking his
hips and driving his hard prick up into her.
"Daddy, I love you!" Beth cried, bobbing on his strong cock.
Their waves of passion heightened until a storm raged within
their linked loins. The rippling strokes of Beth's cunt around
her father's prick caused his organ to twitch as it drove
vigorously upward. His balls were filled with molten heat,
wanting to burst forth.
"Ooh, Daddy!" Beth cried, bobbing faster astride him. "It's
so good to fuck you!"
That sweet, passionate declaration from his twelve-year-old
daughter caused Joe's lust to surge. He groaned and arched his
back, driving his prick all the way up into her and holding it
there as it twitched. The head ballooned deep within her pussy.
Beth ignored the discomfort of his rigid shaft stabbing into the
bottom of her pussy. She squirmed against him and clenched her
inner muscles instinctively in her effort to give him all the
pleasure she could.
His hot spurts told her he was completing, and this set off a
vibrating burst within Beth which radiated throughout her body.
She lay forward, clinging to her father, as her orgasm matched the
crashing force of the nearby ocean.
* * *
"What do you suppose those fellows want?" Marcella asked
Cathy as they lay on their bellies on the beach, eyeing a group of
teenaged boys who approached their isolated location.
Cathy smiled, because at last some fun seemed at hand. Up to
that time, the beach on their side of the rocks had been as
deserted as the one on the other side, where they had left Beth
and Joe.
"They probably want to rape us, Mother," Cathy said.
"How you talk!" Marcella replied in a shocked tone. "Though
I must admit," she added, studying the four young fellows who
approached, "they're giving us a strange look."
"Want to get up and run for it, Mother?" Cathy teased.
"Maybe we can make it around the rocks before they catch us."
"Are you crazy? I nearly killed myself climbing over here.
That's slow going at best."
The boys were drawing closer and closer, grinning and talking
among themselves while they gazed at the two females in swimsuits.
"Then it looks like we're going to have to just stay here and
take it," Cathy said. "Remember, Mother, rapists don't get rough
if you don't fight them."
"Do you think they really intend to ...?"
Marcella couldn't finish the question before the boy who led
the group--he was about seventeen--called to her and Cathy:
"Hi! Nice day to lie under the sun, huh?"
Marcella didn't reply. She sat up and held a towel in front
of her, as if her one-piece swimsuit with its frills and generous
cut, showed too much. Cathy, in her brief bikini, just smiled.
"It'd be more fun if you didn't have any suits on," another
boy said. He was perhaps a year or two younger than the leader.
"How dare you say such a thing!" Marcella huffed. "Now, get
away from here before we scream for a policeman!"
"Who you kiddin', lady?" the lanky, dark-haired leader of the
group said. "Nobody could hear you over the sound of the ocean
unless they were standing right here."
"And there's nobody here but them and us, huh, Freddie?" the
second youth, a blond with shoulder-length hair, said.
The other two boys were younger, perhaps fourteen. They had
blond hair also and looked just alike--obviously twins.
"Now, listen ..." Marcella said, alarmed. "You hadn't better
start any trouble."
"We ain't gonna start anything we can't finish," Freddie
said, standing next to the blanket and looking down at Marcella
and Cathy.
Cathy was enjoying the situation, which gave her a strong
tingle of excitement. Her mother was tingling, also, but from
fear. She started to get up.
Freddie grasped her shoulders and shoved her onto her back on
the blanket. As Marcella cried out, he dropped astride her.
"Grab the other one, Tom!" Freddie said to his second in
command.
Tom dropped to the blanket beside Cathy, who was sitting up.
She was just his own age.
He grinned at her. "You ain't goin' anywhere--are you,
baby?"
"I guess I couldn't if I wanted to," Cathy said, smiling
back.
"Cathy, run!" her mother cried. "Ooh God, do something!"
The boys were the only ones to act, and they did so
immediately. Freddie grabbed the top of Marcella's swimsuit and
jerked it down off her bobbling breasts.
"Hey, wowwww!" he exclaimed. "Look at the big tits on this
one!"
"I'd rather look at her daughter's tits," Tom said, and
reached around Cathy to untie the top of her bikini.
True to the advice she had given her mother, Cathy didn't
resist. She thrilled as the handsome young fellow pulled her
bikini top away, causing her full, jutting titties to quiver. Her
pink nipples stretched to thrusting hardness as the cool air
kissed them.
"Shit!" Tom said, passionately, and filled his hands with the
blonde's smooth, rounded boobs.
The two younger boys dropped to the ground and pitched in
with their friends. Four pairs of anxious hands worked over the
helpless bodies of Marcella and Cathy. Marcella was horrified,
though she couldn't help getting excited. Cathy just grooved with
the unexpected thrill, responding to the youths' caresses with
some well-placed feels of her own.
Soon the boys had denuded the females completely and had
spread them out side-by-side.
Freddie shucked down his swim-trunks, unleashing a
surprisingly long and thick cock for his age. Marcella's eyes
widened when she saw it. Unbidden excitement coursed through her.
Tom dropped between Cathy's spread thighs and whipped his
trunks down. His stubby prick bobbed springily, then thrust
toward the sky.
He fell forward atop Cathy, and she eagerly received him,
wrapping his handsome young body in her tanned arms and legs. He
kissed her on the mouth, then moved down to kiss and fondle her
tits.
Freddie pushed Marcella's big boobs together. He stroked his
wet, abrasive tongue across her large nipples, making them tingle.
She was going to be raped, she realized--something she always
had dreaded. It was humiliating and she felt offended. But she
was so excited, at the same time, that she couldn't fight. Her
breath was coming in short gasps. Her cunt had turned into a
swamp.
Freddie was the first to stake claim to his conquest, driving
his long prick balls-deep into the outraged and thrilled older
woman. Tom quickly followed suit with Cathy, finding her blonde-
fringed cunt gloriously tight. She writhed around his super-hard
cock, enjoying the way its bulging head swelled her channel.
The two younger fellows stripped their swimsuits down,
exposing cocks which, though smaller than those of their older
friends, were no less ready for action. In fact, they were even
stiffer, standing almost straight up against their lean bellies.
Cathy reached out and grasped one of the young boys' cocks.
Using it as a handle, she almost literally pulled him down onto
his knees beside her head. She faced him and kept tugging at his
stiff pecker until she had drawn it into her wet, warm mouth. She
sucked him delightedly while the older boy fucked her.
At last she was getting what she had wanted for so long--
sucking and fucking, both at the same time!
Marcella's head flopped on the blanket, and she stared at her
daughter getting screwed and mouth-fucked.
"Oooh, my GOD!" she exclaimed.
The other young boy had been watching his brother and Cathy,
and he decided that what was fair for one twin was all right for
both. He turned Marcella's face his way, and drove his prick into
her mouth, before she could do anything to stop him.
For the first time in her thirty-eight years, Marcella knew
what it was like to have her lips around a male's bony shaft and
to feel his bulging glans against her tongue. The taste of the
boy's prick wasn't strong, nor was its scent, so there was nothing
really to offend her ... except the idea. And since she was being
forced, she couldn't blame herself, she immediately realized.
That made even the idea almost acceptable.
She began to suck the young lad's rigid dick while Freddie
stroked his long, hard pecker in and out of her.
Marcella grooved as never before in her life.
Cathy was grooving in a big way, also.
The young twins, who were getting their cocks sucked for the
first time, thrilled like crazy.
The older boys enjoyed an exciting romp, driving their cocks
into the females' cunts for dear life while they watched their
young friends getting sucked right in front of their faces.
It became difficult for Marcella and Cathy to hold their
heads up and keep working on the twins' tasty peckers while
remaining on their backs to take the other boys' fucking. The
older lads solved this problem by supporting the women's heads.
Soon the twins caught on and took over the function. That made it
possible for Freddie and Tom to support themselves on straight
arms and concentrate on driving their dicks into the pussies which
stroked grindingly around them.
Marcella's hips were moving as fervently by that time as were
Cathy's. Surprisingly, the mother was sucking cock as eagerly as
her daughter.
Both females slurped at the young boys' peckers with such
greedy abandon that the lads quickly reached the limit of their
endurance. At almost the same instant, befitting twins, they let
loose gushing spurts of ball-juice, right into the sucking mouths
of Marcella and Cathy.
The teenaged girl happily gulped down her serving of warm
cream. Marcella was shocked at first and glugged gaspingly around
her mouthful of spewing prick. But there was nothing for her to
do after that except to swallow. She amazed herself as she drank
down the boy's spurting product and kept sucking as his penis
shriveled.
The young lad drew away from her face. This made it possible
for Freddie to sprawl full-length atop her and really ram his hard
cock home. He fucked the older woman with unbridled passion.
She moaned and came, jerking and rippling her warm cunt
around his bobbing plunges. Freddie shot.
Moments later, Tom let go within Cathy, hosing the pit of her
pussy with his warm, thick cream.
It was some time later when Marcella and Cathy rejoined the
rest of their family. They brought Freddie and his young friends
along.
Beth and her father had gotten back into their swimsuits. He
was feeling quite guilty, though Beth had been doing her best to
get him over that.
"Who are these fellows?" Joe asked, blinking as Marcella,
Cathy, and the boys approached.
"They're new friends of ours, Daddy." Cathy proudly
proclaimed, and made the introductions.
Marcella looked at her husband a bit sheepishly. "Two of the
boys are just about Beth's age," she said. "Well ... maybe a year
or so older. But I thought maybe she would like to meet them."
What am I saying? she wondered giddily. They're wild! What
if they fuck Beth?
But strangely this no longer seemed to be the evil threat it
once was. Fucking was such fun! Sucking, too!
Marcella sank to the blanket beside her astonished husband.
Beth and the twins happily got acquainted. Cathy seemed stuck on
Tom. Freddie stood looking down at Marcella, envying the middle-
aged man whose belly she was stroking as she kissed him warmly on
the mouth.
Joe's astonishment quickly turned to lust, and he grasped his
voluptuous wife, rolling her atop him. He clutched her generous
fanny through her swimsuit as she kissed him with a teasing
tongue.
Freddie dropped to his knees beside them.
Tom had already removed Cathy's bikini, for the second time
that day, and was sucking one of her luscious tits while he palmed
the other one.
Beth and her two new friends went rollicking toward the
water.
Neither Joe nor Marcella saw what their daughters were doing,
nor cared, as their embrace became more passionate. She glided
down on her husband's body and surprised him as she drew his swim
trunks off. His cock flopped free, quivering and jerking as
Marcella kissed him around the belly. Then she grasped his
stiffening prick and extended it toward her face. He watched her
lovely mouth open. She glided her red lips down around the crown
of his cock.
Joe thrilled wildly as he felt her warm, moist mouth
encompassing the head of his prick. The sight was nearly as
wonderful: His shaft extending up between Marcella's stretched,
soft lips.
She began bobbing her head, slurping at his rigid cock. He
writhed his hips humping spastically. He moaned and lovingly
caressed his wife's red hair.
Freddie wrestled off Marcella's swimsuit, and Joe had no
opportunity--or even any inclination--to protest as the lad knelt
behind her, driving his cock into her pussy from the rear.
Tom was fucking Cathy on the next blanket.
And in the crashing surf, Beth clung to one blond fourteen-
year-old, her legs encircling his waist while her pussy bobbed on
his thrusting rod, at the same time embracing his twin with her
arms, taking his projecting cock in her mouth. The twelve-year-
old happily fucked and sucked.
The entire family grooved as never before in their lives, and
it seemed that they had nothing but happiness before them. The
most remarkable thing about it was that a child had showed them
the way--their very own beach baby.
The End
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